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don’t know what’s real or fake …

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Why not me why why why there is boys who has a crush on me but never a boy I liked had a crush on me I will kill myself like I cant do it anymore girls what am I missing whats wrong with me

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Oops, Accidentally kidnapped a Mafia Boss

Summary: You and your friends accidentally kidnap the Captain of ATEEZ, mistaking him as your friend.

Fandom: Ateez

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Romance, Crack treated seriously

Word count: 3k~

Warnings: Mentions of organized crime, kidnapping (accidental), mild language, brief mentions of violence (non-graphic).

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own ATEEZ or any of the members. This story does not reflect the real personalities or lives of the idols and is purely for entertainment purposes. Please don’t actually kidnap anyone🙏, even your friends.

“I’m telling you, something’s up with Minho,” Jisu whispered, leaning across the library table.

“He’s been sneaking around for weeks, and did you see that expensive watch he was wearing yesterday?”

You glanced up from your textbook, interested despite trying not to. Your friend group had always been close with no secrets, so Minho’s recent stealthiness has been unusual.

“Maybe he just got a part-time job?”

“A part-time job that has him getting picked up in luxury cars?” you scoffed. “No way. He’s definitely seeing someone rich.”

“Or dangerous,” Jisu added dramatically. “What if he’s gotten involved with the wrong crowd?”

The thought sent a chill down you and your friends spine. You’d all heard the rumors about organized crime in the city, though it seemed like something from movies rather than real life. But Minho had been acting strange lately, nervous and jumpy, always looking over his shoulder.

“We need to find out what’s going on,” you decided. “For his own safety.”

So, your friend group had hatched what you thought was a brilliant plan: stage a fake kidnapping to get Minho to spill about his mysterious endeavor. It may be idiotic, but if your friend group had one single thing in common, that’d be all of your stupidity.

That’s how you found yourself crouched behind Taehyun's van three days later, watching the entrance of a fancy upscale restaurant. “There’s the car,” Taehyun pointed to a sleek black car. “Same model he’s been getting into.”

Your heart hammered as a figure in a black hoodie emerged from the car. Same height, same build as Minho. This was it.

“Remember, we’re just going to scare him a little,” you whispered to your friends. “Get him to talk.”

The plan went surprisingly smoothly. As you and Taehyun bundled him into his beat-up van Jisoo was holding up a sign that said “We’re pulling a prank on our friend”. The hooded figure didn’t struggle much. He seemed almost… cooperative? You chalked it up to shock.

“Minho, we’re sorry about this, but you left us no choice,” you said, once you’d gotten your captive friend into Taehyun’s basement.

“We’re worried about you, and we need answers.”

Now, the figure sat calmly in the chair, hands zip-tied behind his back. Wearing a black pillowcase, he hadn’t said a word during the entire drive.

“Come on, stop giving us the silent treatment,” Jisoo pleaded. “We know you’re mixed up in something dangerous.”

When he still didn’t respond, you stepped forward. “Um, can someone tell me why we covered up Minho’s face?” you asked, looking at your friends, confused.

“I don’t know, that’s how they do it in the movies.”

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment. “Are you an idiot? They do that so the captive can’t identify the kidnappers. Minho already knows our faces- We’ve been friends for years!”

“Oh.” Taehyun looked sheepish. “Right. That makes sense.”

“Did you even thi- Is that my pillowcase?” you hissed.

“Yes, I panicked! I’ve never kidnapped anyone before!”

“None of us have!” Jisoo added weakly from the corner.

The captive’s shoulders shook slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might be crying. Then you realized he was… laughing? A soft, amused chuckle that somehow made the whole situation even more surreal.

You reached out and pulled off the pillowcase and his hood fell off on its own.

The face that looked back at you was definitely not Minho.

Unique features, blonde hair, and eyes so sharp that seemed to see right through you. The stranger’s lips curved into an amused smile. The man had an ethereal beauty in a dangerous way, the power of his aura making your blood run cold.

“Oh shit,” Taehyun breathed. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”

“Well, this is interesting,” the stranger spoke, his voice smooth and low. “I was expecting dinner, not dinner theater.”

Jisu’s eyes went wide with panic. “We need to call the police. We need to-”

“Jisu!”

You grabbed her arms, giving her a little shake.

“Calm down! Are we gonna call the police on ourselves? ‘Hi officer, we just kidnapped someone by accident, please come arrest us.’?”

“But we can’t just-”

“Think about it,” you said urgently. “We literally committed a crime. Multiple crimes. Kidnapping, false imprisonment, probably something else that I’m not even thinking of right now.”

“Oh god,” Taehyun whimpered. “We’re going to prison.”

You let go of Jisu’s arms to turn to the stranger.

“Who are you?” you managed to ask, though a part of you dreaded the answer.

“Kim Hongjoong,” he replied, as if that should mean something to total strangers.

But it did. Even you-who lives in a cave- had heard whispers of that name in circles around the city. Kim Hongjoong, Captain of ATEEZ, leader of the most powerful criminal organizations in the country.

You and your idiotic friend group had accidentally kidnapped a mafia boss.

“Well.... The police is not a problem anymore. We are so dead,” Taehyun whimpered. “We’re actually going to die.”

“Nobody’s dying,” Hongjoong said, sounding almost bored. “Though I admit, this is a first for me. Usually, when people take me somewhere against my will, they at least know who I am.”

You forced yourself to think clearly despite the panic clawing at your chest. “We apologize. We will let you go immediately. This was a mistake. We thought you were someone else.”

“Oh, I gathered that much.” His eyes glinted with amusement. “Minho, right? Friend of yours?”

The fact that he’d been listening carefully enough to remember all the names somehow made everything worse.

“Listen,” you said. “We’re just college students. We were trying to prank our friend.”

“By kidnapping him?” Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Interesting friend group.”

“We’re idiots,” Jisu said bluntly. “Complete idiots who make terrible decisions.”

“I can see that.” Hongjoong tested the zip ties around his wrists, and you had the distinct impression he knew how to break free whenever he wanted. “But I’m curious entertain me for a bit. What exactly did you think your friend Minho was involved in?”

You hesitated. There was something about Hongjoong’s calm demeanor that was more unsettling than anger would have been. “We thought… maybe he was seeing someone he shouldn’t be. Someone dangerous.” Taehyun spoke first. You gave him a look.

“Dangerous how?”

“Like…” you swallowed hard. “Like you.”

Hongjoong laughed, a genuine sound that transformed his entire face. “What made you think so?”

“The cars, the expensive things he couldn't buy from his paycheck alone, the way he’s been acting nervous and secretive.” You found yourself answering honestly, drawn in despite your terror. “We were worried about him.”

“Concern for a friend,” Hongjoong mused. “I respect that.”

“So you’ll let us go?” Taehyun asked hopefully.

“I didn’t say that.” Hongjoong’s expression grew serious. “You see, you’ve put me in an interesting position. My people are probably looking for me by now. When they find out some college kids managed to ‘kidnap’ me, well… it might damage my reputation.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

“What do you want then?” you asked.

“I want to see how this plays out,” Hongjoong said. “Consider it my entertainment of the day.”

Over the next few hours, you learned that having a mafia boss as a captive was nothing like what you thought. Hongjoong was patient, observant, and far too comfortable with the situation. He asked questions about your studies, your friends, your life, as if you were having coffee and catching up with an old friend rather than holding him against his will.

“You’re studying business?” he asked when Taehyun mentioned your major.

“Economics, actually. With a minor in psychology.”

“Useful combination. Ever consider applying those skills in a more… entrepreneurial environment?”

You stared at him. “Are you offering me a job?”

“I’m just making casual conversation.”

Your phone buzzed with a text from Minho: "Hey, thanks for covering for me with the study group. The date was amazing! I’ll tell you everything tomorrow." Your face fell reading the message. The irony wasn’t lost on you. While you’d been shitting bricks for kidnapping the wrong person, Minho had been on a happily innocent date.

“Bad news?” Hongjoong asked, noticing your expression.

“The person we were trying to kidnap is on a date,” you said weakly.

“Ah. And here I thought you were criminal masterminds.”

“We’re really not cut out for this,” Jisu muttered.

“No,” Hongjoong agreed. “But you’re not entirely hopeless either. You managed to get me here, after all.”

“By accident!”

“Still counts.” He tilted his head. “Though I am curious how you plan to get out of this situation.”

Before you could give an answer, the basement door burst open. A tall man with broad shoulders and sharp eyes descended the stairs, followed by two others. You take a guess that they’re members of ATEEZ.

“Boss,” one said, relief evident in his voice. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Hello, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong said calmly. “Meet my kidnappers.”

The tension in the room ratcheted up immediately. The newcomers’ eyes swept over you and your friends with professional assessment.

“They’re just kids,” younger-looking one said, with kind eyes that seemed at odds with his imposing presence.

“Kids who managed to grab me off the street,” Hongjoong pointed out. “I’m almost impressed.”

“It was an accident,” you said quickly. “We mistook him for our friend.”

Seonghwa’s expression softened slightly this time showing his confusion. “You kidnap your frie- Wait, you thought our boss was your friend?”

“Same car, same build, same hoodie,” Taehyun explained miserably. “We’re really, really sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t usually cut it in our line of work,” the second tall man said, though he didn’t sound particularly threatening.

“Jeong Yunho,” Hongjoong said sharply. “Stand down. All of you.”

The use of that name made you freeze. Yunho. You heard Minho mention that specific name more than once recently, hushed in phone calls and always with a strange expression.

“Hey guys,” you turned to look at your friend group. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but we haven’t heard Minho mentioning a Yunho, have we?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

“Well,” Hongjoong said after a moment. “This just got interesting.”

“Excuse me but... Do you happen to have met someone named Im Minho recently..?” Jisoo asked

Yunho stepped forward, his expression sour. “My sister Yuna has been dating some guy named Minho. She made me promise not to tell anyone.”

“And you didn’t think to mention this to us?” Seonghwa asked dryly.

“I didn’t think it was relevant!” Yunho scratched his head.

“Your sister’s boyfriend’s friends kidnapping our boss isn’t relevant?” The third man, whom you now realized was there, looked incredulous.

You felt like you were watching a surreal comedy unfold. “I mean.. I don’t think anyone could have guessed that’s what would’ve happened, even we didn’t.”

“So Minho’s been nervous because he’s dating into a mafia family?” Taehyun said sounding defeated.

“She’s not technically in the family,” Yunho said quickly. “She’s just… adjacent.”

“Adjacent to murder and extortion,” Jisu whispered.

“We don’t actually murder people that often,” Yeosang said, then caught Hongjoong’s look. “I mean, we’re legitimate businessmen.”

“Right,” you said weakly.

Hongjoong was studying you with renewed interest. “You figured out the connection so quickly, I'm impressed. It could have been any Yunho. And most people would still be panicking to even think about it like that.”

“I’m panicking, alright,” you admitted. “But panicking doesn’t solve my problems.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He seemed to come to a decision. “Seonghwa, cut these ties. We’re done here.”

“For the record, we offered to untie him. It was completely his decision to stay like that.” Jisoo added quickly.

“Boss-”

“They’re not a threat. They’re barely competent criminals.”

“Hey!” Taehyun protested.

“It wasn’t meant as an insult,” Hongjoong said as Seonghwa freed his hands.

“Competent criminals would have researched their target. Also you should take my words seriously and stop kidnapping anyone ever again.”

As the zip ties fell away, you expected him to leave immediately. Instead, he remained seated, calmly rubbing his wrists.

“What happens now?” you asked.

“Now you forget this ever happened,” Seonghwa said firmly. “You go back to your normal lives, and we pretend this never happened.”

“What about Minho?” Jisu asked. “Is he safe?”

“He’s dating my sister,” Yunho said. “She’d kill me if anything happened to him.”

“Literally,” Yeosang added.

“Not helping,” Hongjoong muttered.

You thought that would be the end of it. A crazy story to tell someday, maybe, when the statute of limitations runs out. But as days passed, you found yourself thinking about Kim Hongjoong more than you wanted to admit. The way he’d handled the situation with calm authority. The intelligence in his eyes. The way he seemed genuinely interested in your thoughts and opinions, even while zip-tied to a chair. You slapped your cheeks for even thinking about him like that. That situation wasn't supposed to be grounds for developing a crush, even if he is someone attractive.

Minho, in the meantime, had finally came clean about his girlfriend. “Her name is Yuna,” he’d said, glowing with happiness. “She’s amazing, but her family situation is… somehow complicated.”

“Complicated how?” you’d asked, though you already knew.

“Her brother is a part of a business. A dangerous business. But he’s not what you’d expect; he’s just really protective of her, and he’s been nothing but respectful to me.”

You’d nearly choked on your coffee. The idea of that Yunho guy as a protective big brother was somehow both endearing and terrifying.

“Just be careful,” you’d told him. “Some complications are harder to untangle than others.”

But it was advice you apparently needed to take yourself.

You’d been walking home from your evening class when a familiar car pulled up beside you. The same one from that day at the restaurant. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

“Get in,” Hongjoong said.

“Is that a request or an order?” you asked, though you were already reaching for the door handle.

“Does it matter?”

You slid into the passenger seat, noting the expensive interior and the subtle scent of his cologne inside the car. “Are you kidnapping me now? Because turnabout is fair play, I suppose.”

“For the records, this is not kidnapping.” he said, pulling back into traffic. “You came willingly.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we can talk without interruption.” he said simply.

You studied his profile in the glow of the streetlights while he drove in comfortable silence, finally parking at a lookout point that offered a view of the city lights. It was beautiful and romantic, which seemed at odds with everything you knew about him.

“Why did you really let us go that day?” you asked.

“You were harmless,” he said simply. “Misguided, but harmless.”

“That’s not the whole truth.”

He turned to look at you, and you felt that familiar flutter of nerves mixed with something else–something that felt dangerously like attraction.

“You impressed me,” he admitted. “Most people would have been crying or begging or trying to bargain. You stayed calm, asked intelligent questions, and put your friends’ safety before your own.”

“I was terrified.”

“I know. But you didn’t let it control you.”

“Is that what you want to talk about?”

“I want to talk about whether you’d be interested in seeing more of it.”

Your heart stopped. “What?”

“I’m offering you a choice,” he said quietly. “Walk away now, go back to your normal life, and we’ll never cross paths again. Or…”

“Or?”

“Or take a chance on something different. Something dangerous.”

You stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. “You’re asking me to… what? Join your organization?”

“I’m asking you to get to know me,Not the organization” he said. “The real me. without the reputation or the rumors, but the person underneath.”

“And if I don’t like what I find?”

“Then you walk away. No questions asked, no consequences.”

It was insane. You knew it was insane. You also didn't believe his words about consequences and whatnot. But looking at him in the dim light of the car, you realized you’d already made your decision days ago, sitting in that basement, watching him turn a terrifying situation into something almost… fun.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay?”

“I want to get to know the real Kim Hongjoong.”

His smile was soft and genuine, transforming his entire face. “Then we’d better start with dinner. Somewhere nicer than a basement this time.”

END

BONUS PART:

You and Hongjoong were at a small Italian place he’d discovered, tucked away from the main streets. The conversation was light, comfortable until his phone rang.

“I’m sorry,” he said, glancing at the screen. “I need to take this.”

He stepped outside, but you could see him through the window. His posture changed immediately. Shoulders tense, expression serious. When he came back, the easy-going atmosphere was gone.

“I have to go,” he said. “Something’s come up.”

“Work?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“The dangerous kind?”

He paused, meeting your eyes. “Potentially.”

“Then I’m coming with you.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hongjoong,” you said firmly. “If we’re going to do this -really do this- then I need to understand your world. All of it.”

He studied you for a long moment. “You might not like what you see.”

“Then that’s my choice to make.”

After another pause, he nodded. “Okay. But you stay in the car, and you do exactly what I tell you. No questions, no arguments.”

“Agreed.”

The drive took you to a warehouse district you’d never seen before. Hongjoong parked outside a building that looked abandoned from the outside, but you could see lights in the windows.

“What’s happening?” you asked.

“A negotiation,” he said. “A business deal that’s gone sideways.”

“Do I wanna ask what kind of business?”

“Not really, no.” he said evasively.

He made a quick phone call, and soon Seonghwa appeared at the car window.

“Status?” Hongjoong asked.

“They’re being unreasonable,” Seonghwa replied. “Demanding twice what we agreed on, threatening to go to our competitors.”

“And our leverage?”

“Minimal. They know we need this deal.”

Hongjoong was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Options?”

“We could walk away, find another supplier. It would take time, but it’s doable.”

“Or?”

“Or we accept their new terms and eat the loss.”

You listened to the exchange with growing confusion. This sounded like any business negotiation, not the violent confrontation you’d expected.

“What about a compromise?” you found yourself saying. “If they’re demanding twice the price, maybe there’s a middle ground that works for everyone.”

Both men turned to look at you.

“What kind of compromise?” Seonghwa asked.

“Well, what do they want the extra money for?” you said. “If it’s just greed, that’s one thing. But if they have legitimate concerns like increased costs, higher risks, whatever. Then maybe you can address those directly instead of just paying more.”

Hongjoong smiled slowly. “That’s… actually not a bad idea.”

“It’s a great idea,” Seonghwa said. “Why didn’t we think of that?”

“So what’s the actual business?” you asked. “What are you buying?”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged a look.

“Information,” Hongjoong said finally.

The negotiation ended up being surprisingly straightforward. Hongjoong agreed to a modest price increase and a longer timeline, and everyone walked away satisfied.

“That was almost anticlimactic,” you said as you drove away.

“Most of our work is,” Hongjoong admitted. “The dangerous reputation is useful, but actual violence is usually a last resort. It’s messy, it’s expensive, and it tends to attract unwanted attention.”

“Are you disappointed?” he asked quietly.

“That you’re not a psychopath? Not really.”

“That I’m not as dangerous as advertised.”

You considered this. “You’re still dangerous,” you said finally. “Just in a different way.”

“How so?”

“You’re dangerous to my peace of mind. To my plans for a normal, boring life. To my heart.”

His hand found yours across the gear shift. “Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “But I’m willing to find out.”

Author's Note: I had a thought 👏👏 and wrote this sleep deprived also i don't have a beta reader so i had to check this myself. There might be lots of grammar errors so sorry about that. English is my second language and i have been focusing on learning korean so my english might have gotten rusty. I saw that reverse cliche tropes post and had to do something about it. ♡

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★ ATEEZ REACTION: When you hugging them while they prepare breakfast

★ PAIRINGS: Ateez x fem!reader | ★ GENRE: Romance, Domestic, Suggestive, Smutty Tension, Fluff, Slight Humor | ★ WORDS COUNT: 1,850 words

★ NOTE: This is a fan-made, non-profit work created out of appreciation for the original content. All rights remain with the rightful owners. I'm just sharing my version for fun—hope you enjoy!

★ HONGJOONG / 홍중

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind, cheek resting against his bare back — still warm from bed, muscles shifting under your skin.

“Morning,” you whisper.

He chuckles under his breath, still stirring something in the pan.

“Thought you were sleeping.”

“Was,” you murmur, nuzzling lower. “Then I smelled you.”

He smirks. “The food or me?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you press a kiss to his spine.

He stops stirring. Just for a second. You feel the tension shift, slow and deliberate.

“If you keep kissing me like that,” he says, voice dipping, “we’re gonna be eating cold eggs.”

You slide your hand down his abs, let your fingers rest just at the waistband of his joggers.

“So let them go cold.”

He turns slowly, grabs your waist with one hand, the spatula discarded.

“Breakfast can wait,” he says, eyes dark. “But I won’t.”

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★ SEONGHWA / 성화

He’s cutting strawberries in a perfect line, shirt tucked up on one side, the morning light turning him golden. You slide your arms around him and sigh.

“You’re too pretty to be up this early.”

He gives a quiet laugh and sets the knife down carefully.

“You always say that when you’re trying to start something.”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. Once. Then again.

“You’re warm,” you whisper.

He leans back into you, hand trailing over yours. Then he turns, pulling you by the hips into him.

“You really want me to forget breakfast?” he murmurs, nose brushing yours. “Because if I kiss you now, I won’t stop.”

You don’t reply — just tilt your chin up.

His lips find yours, slow and deliberate. His hands are firm on your waist. One slides lower, under the hem of your shirt.

“Bedroom. Now. Or the counter,” he mutters against your mouth. “Pick fast.”

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★ YUNHO / 윤호

You sneak up behind him while he flips pancakes, arms slipping around his waist as you hug him tight.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You okay?”

You nod against his back. “You smell good. And I’m cold.”

He grins, flipping one more pancake and turning off the stove without a word. Then, he turns in your arms and lifts you onto the counter like it’s nothing.

“Let me warm you up.”

You giggle, but he leans in, kissing you slow — hands braced on either side of your thighs.

The kiss deepens. His thumb brushes under your shirt. His hips press between your knees.

“You hungry?” he asks, voice rough.

“Not for pancakes.”

He groans softly and drops his head to your neck.

“You can’t say things like that unless you mean them.”

“Oh, I do.”

And you both forget the breakfast part entirely.

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★ YEOSANG / 여상

He’s quiet in the kitchen, focused on chopping, sleeves rolled, hair still damp. You wrap your arms around his middle and he flinches slightly.

“Sorry,” you whisper. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He exhales through his nose, places the knife down gently, then rests his hand over yours.

“You know how dangerous that is?”

“You?” you tease. “Terrifying.”

He turns slightly in your hold, your lips brushing his shoulder. You’re still in his t-shirt — and nothing else.

“You’re not wearing anything under that, are you.”

It’s not a question.

“What if I’m not?”

He looks over his shoulder, mouth twitching. Then slowly turns, presses you into the fridge behind you, both hands braced on either side of your head.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“I’m not wearing anything under—”

He kisses you hard, hips flush against yours, voice low and dangerous.

“Breakfast can wait.”

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★ SAN / 산

He’s dancing a little in front of the stove, loose sweats hanging low, arms flexing as he stirs something in a pan. You walk up and hug him from behind, chest against his back.

“Whoa—good morning to you too,” he says, laughing.

Your fingers slide under his hoodie, brushing against his stomach. He stills immediately.

“Baby…” he warns, voice suddenly lower. “That’s not fair.”

You kiss the back of his neck. “You smell like cinnamon.”

“That’s the oatmeal. Or maybe it’s just me.”

He turns around, slow, like he’s trying to keep control. When he sees you in nothing but his t-shirt, his gaze darkens instantly.

“You doing this on purpose?”

You just look up at him, innocent. He bites his bottom lip, hands finding your hips.

“God, you’re dangerous.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Let me turn the stove off.”

“Why?”

“So I can focus on you.”

And he does — clicks it off, then walks you backward until you’re against the counter, kissing you like you’re breakfast.

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★ MINGI / 민기

You sneak up behind him mid-beatbox, his hips swaying in front of the stove as he flips bacon. He jumps slightly when your arms wrap around him.

“Jesus—baby,” he says, startled, then laughs. “You tryna kill me?”

You press against his back, swaying with him. “You’re cute when you cook.”

“I’m cute always.”

“You’re cocky always.”

He grins, flipping the bacon, then pulls your hands tighter around his waist.

“Is this your way of saying you want something else for breakfast?”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. His breath hitches.

“You better stop,” he mutters. “Because if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna burn this entire pan.”

You run a hand down his chest and under his shirt. He groans, low and thick.

“Okay. Stove off. Hands on me.”

He turns, lifts you onto the counter like nothing, and stands between your legs, lips brushing your neck.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you hugged me like that.”

And you do.

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★ WOOYOUNG / 우영

He’s humming to himself, boxers low on his hips, coffee brewing. You wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss to the curve of his spine.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “That’s how you wanna start the day?”

You nod, wordless, just breathing him in. He sets his mug down and smirks.

“Didn’t even give me a chance to drink my coffee first.”

Your hands slide under his shirt. He groans softly, then spins around, pinning you between his body and the counter.

“You think I’m letting you go after that?” he whispers.

His hand cups your jaw, mouth brushing yours but not kissing. Yet.

“Say please.”

You meet his eyes, pulse jumping.

“Please.”

That’s all he needs. He kisses you deep, with tongue and teeth and no space left between you. The coffee machine beeps, but neither of you notice.

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★ JONGHO / 종호

He’s shirtless, muscles working as he cracks eggs into a bowl. You hug him from behind, cheek resting against his shoulder blade.

“Smells good,” you whisper.

“The eggs?”

“You.”

He flushes a little, but doesn’t stop whisking.

“You’re distracting.”

You press a kiss to his back. “You’re strong. It’s hard not to touch you.”

He exhales, sets the bowl down, and turns slowly. His eyes are dark now — heavy, focused.

“If I kiss you right now, it’s not stopping there.”

You nod.

He steps into you, hands cupping your face like you’re fragile, but his kiss is anything but gentle. His hips press against yours, voice low in your ear.

“Back to bed. Now. Before I lose all patience.”

And you both forget the kitchen ever existed.

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Jealous

SMUT MDNI +18

[MASTERLIST]

Summary: Seeing Mingi flirt with all the ATINY's on tour, during Send-off, had caused your jealousy to flare up. When Mingi comes home, he fixes your attitude real quick.

→ Starring: Dom!Mingi x Jealous!Sub!reader

→ Genre: Smut

→ CW: big!dick!mingi, unprotected sex, orgasm-denial, rough sex, doggy, overstimulation, clit-play, creampie, dirty-talk, ass spanking. (If I miss anything pls lmk)

Inspired by: Jealous by Nick Jonas

You hated Send-off.

Not because the tour was ending — but because of what came with it. The lingering fans, the flirtatious comments, the way Mingi smiled just a little too sweetly at the girls who leaned in too close.

You tried to brush it off. Tried to remind yourself he was yours.

But the green-eyed monster had already dug its claws in.

So when Mingi finally came home, swaggering through the door like he didn’t leave you stewing in insecurity for days, you were already coiled tight — and he could see it.

“You’re quiet,” he said, voice low, eyes gleaming as he stepped toward you. “Did you miss me, baby?”

You just looked at him. Jaw set. Lips pouted. Arms crossed over your chest in a weak attempt at defiance. It didn’t fool him.

He stepped closer, slow and predatory, like he was hunting something fragile. “Or are you jealous?” he asked, smirking now. “I saw the way you looked at me. At them.”

Your silence was enough.

Mingi’s fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up toward his. His voice dropped even lower, now dark and edged with promise. “Good.”

His lips brushed yours—just barely, just enough to tease.

“Because about to remind you just how much you mean to me and that I'm all yours"

He didn’t give you time to respond. His mouth crashed down onto yours, not soft or sweet—possessive, claiming. His hands were everywhere at once: gripping your waist, your ass, tugging you closer until there was no space between your bodies. You gasped into the kiss, and he used it to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening it until your knees threatened to buckle.

“You’re mine,” he growled against your mouth, biting your bottom lip before pulling back, just enough to look into your eyes. “Don’t ever forget that.”

Then he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall with a sharp slap to your ass. You let out a startled moan, your palms flattening against the surface for support.

“You think I didn’t see it?” he asked, dragging your skirt up, exposing your panties. “That little attitude? The way you wouldn’t even look at me when I walked in?”

His fingers curled into the waistband, pulling the lace down with agonizing slowness. You could feel how wet you were already—he definitely could too.

“That jealousy… You wear it like a fucking invitation.”

You whimpered when his fingers slid through your folds from behind, slow and deliberate. He didn’t rush. He wanted you desperate.

“You want me to prove it?” he murmured, leaning close to your ear, breath hot. “You want me to fuck the jealousy out of you, baby?”

You nodded, breathless, pressing your hips back into his hand, needing more.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words,” he said, pulling his hand away completely, making you cry out in frustration.

“Mingi,” you whined, head dropping forward, voice shaking. “Please. I want you to—”

A sharp smack landed on your ass, cutting your words off with a moan.

“Say it properly.”

You bit your lip, your pride dissolving fast.

“Please, Mingi,” you said, trembling. “I want you to fuck the jealousy out of me. Please—show me I’m yours.”

He groaned, low and dangerous.

“Good girl.”

The sound of his zipper coming down was the only warning you got before he grabbed your hips and slammed into you in one hard thrust, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

The stretch was instant, relentless; he was big.

You cried out, hands scrambling for purchase against the wall as he buried himself inside you in one deep, punishing thrust. He didn’t pause. Didn’t let you adjust. He just growled low in your ear, “This what you wanted, baby?”

His fingers dug into your hips, forcing you to take every inch of him as he started to move—slow at first, but rough. Deliberate. His cock dragged along your walls with precision, pulling back just enough to slam back in harder, deeper, angrier.

“You think I’d look at anyone else the way I look at you?” he hissed, fucking you harder with each word. “Touch anyone like this?”

Your moan turned into a whimper, the jealousy from before twisting into heat between your thighs. He was so deep, your legs trembled from the force of each thrust, your body caught between the cold wall and the heat of him behind you.

“Answer me.”

“N-No,” you gasped, voice thin, wrecked. “You only—only look at me like that—”

“Damn right,” he growled, pulling out suddenly just to flip you around. Your back hit the wall, and he lifted your leg around his waist without breaking rhythm, driving into you again with even more force now that he could see your face.

Your head fell back as he pounded into you, his mouth on your throat, biting and sucking as if trying to mark over every insecure thought you’d ever had. “You think they make me hard like this?” he murmured, lips dragging along your jaw. “You feel what you do to me?”

You nodded, tears prickling in your eyes from the overstimulation and how full you felt. Your walls clenched around him, fluttering as the knot in your stomach pulled tighter.

He felt it.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he growled, slowing just slightly, grinding his hips in deep, rough circles instead. “Not until I say so.”

“Mingi—” you whimpered, clawing at his shirt, needing something to ground you. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You’re gonna take it. Like the good girl you are.”

He reached down, two fingers slipping between your slick folds, circling your clit in tight, ruthless motions. The sharp contrast between his cock deep inside and his fingers teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves made your thighs shake violently.

“You’re not jealous anymore, are you?” he whispered, his voice thick with lust, lips brushing your ear. “No one else makes you feel like this.”

You were barely coherent now, eyes rolling back as the tension built higher and higher. Every thrust was rough, calculated. Designed to make you forget every face in that crowd, every lingering touch you thought you saw.

Only him. Just him.

“Say it,” he demanded, his pace punishing now. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“You, Mingi,” you gasped, your voice catching on a sob. “I’m yours—I’m only yours, fuck—”

“Good girl,” he snarled, hand tightening around your throat just enough to make your pussy clamp down around him. “Now cum. All over my cock. Let me feel it.”

Your climax hit like a shockwave.

You screamed his name, body convulsing as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls clenching so tightly around him that he cursed under his breath. Mingi kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release until his thrusts turned erratic, ragged.

“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, hips snapping harder. “Want you dripping my cum for hours—so you never forget who fucked you like this.”

And then he buried himself deep, groaning your name into your neck as he came, thick and hot, spilling inside you in heavy pulses. You felt it—every twitch, every drop.

He stayed there for a moment, chest heaving against yours, sweat beading at his temples, forehead pressed to yours.

When he finally pulled back enough to look at you, his voice softened just slightly.

“You’re mine, I'm yours" he whispered again, possessive even in the afterglow. “Don’t doubt that ever again."

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Accidental Secret

Summary: Your boyfriend's friends seems to be very convinced that you aren't actually dating but are just two close friends. When you both break the news to the crew, chaos ensues.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: College AU, fluffy, slice of life

Word count: 2.4k~

Warnings: None, just pure fluff and comedy

You’re sitting in the corner of the dance studio, quietly working on your psychology essay on your laptop while the campus dance crew runs through their routine for the upcoming competition. It’s a typical Tuesday afternoon, and you’ve long since mastered the art of tuning out the chaos while still keeping one ear open in case Wooyoung needs you for anything.

“Babe, can you grab my water bottle?” Wooyoung calls out during a break, sweat dripping down his forehead as he shoots you that brilliant smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

Without looking up from your screen, you reach into his backpack and toss the bottle in his direction. He catches it with a grin and blows you a kiss.

“Thanks, you’re the best!”

Seonghwa snorts from across the room. “Wooyoung, you can’t just call everyone ‘babe’ and expect them to be your personal assistant.”

You glance up, raising an eyebrow. “Everyone?”

“Yeah, he calls the barista at the campus café ‘babe’ too,” Yeosang adds helpfully, stretching his arms above his head. “And the lady at the campus bookstore. And that one security guard who always works the night shift.”

Wooyoung looks genuinely confused. “No, I don’t?”

“You literally called Hongjoong ‘babe’ yesterday when you wanted him to buy you lunch at the dining hall,” Jongho points out.

“That’s different!” Wooyoung protests, but he’s already moving on, bounding over to where you’re sitting and dramatically flopping down with his head in your lap. You barely have the time to save your file and put your computer to the side. “Tell them it’s different.”

You absently run your fingers through his damp hair. “It’s different."

“See?” Wooyoung says smugly, though his voice is slightly muffled since he’s now completely sprawled across your lap.

Hongjoong shakes his head. “Y/N, you don’t have to enable his clingy behavior just because you’re nice.”

“I’m not being nice,” you reply mildly, re-checking your save. “I’m being honest.”

“You’re always honest,” Mingi says fondly. “It’s why we trust you to to keep Wooyoung in line.”

Wooyoung tilts his head to look up at you with wide eyes. “You keep me in line?”

“Like a dog on a leash,” you confirm without missing a beat.

The room erupts in laughter while Wooyoung gasps in mock offense. “I am not a dog!”

“You’re right,” you concede, finally closing your laptop screen and looking down at him properly. “Dogs are better behaved.”

“BETRAYAL!” Wooyoung wails, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically. “My own girlfriend doesn’t believe in me!”

“Girlfriend?” Yunho laughs. “Wooyoung, just because Y/N tolerates your nonsense doesn’t make her your girlfriend.”

There’s a beat of silence. You and Wooyoung exchange glances.

“We’ve been dating for a while.” you say slowly.

“WHAT?”

The collective shout is so loud that it echoes off the dance studio mirrors. Wooyoung sits up abruptly, looking around at his friends’ shocked faces with growing bewilderment.

“Wait,” he says, blinking rapidly. “You guys didn’t know?"

“HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?” San shrieks, pointing dramatically between the two of you. “You act the same with everyone!”

“I do not!”

“You called our RA ‘sweetheart’ this morning!”

“And you fed Yeosang your cafeteria lunch yesterday,” Jongho adds.

“You literally carried Seonghwa piggyback across campus last week when his ankle was sore,” Mingi chimes in.

Wooyoung looks genuinely distressed. “But… but I kiss Y/N!”

“On the cheek!” Yunho throws his hands up in exasperation. “You kiss all of us on the cheek!”

“Not like how I kiss Y/N!”

“You’re right,” Yeosang says thoughtfully. “You usually use more tongue with us.”

“YEOSANG!”

You can’t help but snort with laughter, which draws everyone’s attention back to you. They’re all staring like you’re some sort of mystical creature that’s just materialized in their dance studio.

“This explains so much,” Seonghwa says weakly, sliding down the mirror wall to sit on the floor. “I thought you were just really, really good friends.”

“We are really good friends,” you point out. “We just also happen to be dating.”

“Since when?” Hongjoong demands.

“Eight months ago,” Wooyoung says, still looking shell shocked. “I asked her out after the campus festival where she helped us with the booth setup. Remember? I brought her flowers the next day?”

“You bring everyone flowers!” San cries. “You brought ME flowers last week!”

“Those were different flowers!”

“They were literally the same roses from the same flower shop where Seonghwa’s crush works!”

You decide to take pity on your boyfriend, who looks like his entire worldview is crashing down around him. “In Wooyoung’s defense, the flowers he brought me were accompanied by a confession and a request for a first date. I’m assuming yours were not?”

San opens his mouth, then closes it. “Well… no.”

“And I’m assuming he doesn’t take you out for romantic dinners or hold your hand during movie nights or text you good morning every day?”

The room falls silent as the group processes this information.

“Oh my god,” Mingi whispers. “You guys are actually dating.”

“We’ve established this,” you say patiently.

“But you’re so…” Yunho gestures vaguely at you, “…calm. And he’s so…”

“Chaotic,” you finish. “Yes, I’m aware. It works for us.”

Wooyoung, who has been uncharacteristically quiet during this exchange, suddenly springs back to life. “Wait, wait, wait. If you all didn’t know we were dating, what did you think was happening when Y/N started spending every night at my dorm?”

Another moment of silence.

“We thought you were just study buddies who fell asleep doing homework,” Hongjoong says slowly.

“And when she started coming to all our dance competitions?”

“Supportive friend.”

“And when I started wearing her hair tie on my wrist?”

“…Fashion statement?”

Wooyoung looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm. “WHAT ABOUT WHEN WE WENT TO THAT WEEKEND RETREAT? TOGETHER? ALONE?”

“We thought it was for your film studies project!” Seonghwa protests.

“WHAT KIND OF FILM PROJECT INVOLVES COUPLE’S MASSAGES AT A SPA?”

“We thought you got the couple’s massage because it was cheaper than two individual ones!”

You watch this trainwreck of a conversation with detached amusement, occasionally patting Wooyoung’s arm when he looks like he might actually combust from frustration.

“To be fair,” you interject during a lull in the chaos, “you all have a point. Wooyoung is pretty affectionate with everyone.”

“THANK YOU—wait, no, that’s not helping!”

“I mean,” you continue thoughtfully, “just last week you told Hongjoong his eyes sparkled like diamonds in the stage lights.”

“They do!”

“And you carried Yeosang’s dance bag for him when he was tired.”

“He looked exhausted!”

“And you bought San lunch for a whole week when he was broke.”

“There was a buy one get one free promotion at the cafeteria!”

The group is nodding along with your points, looking vindicated, while Wooyoung grows more agitated by the second.

“But,” you add, and everyone perks up, “Wooyoung doesn’t do this with any of you.”

You lean over and kiss him on the lips, soft and sweet and definitely not platonic. When you pull away, Wooyoung is smiling dopily, all his frustration forgotten.

The dance studio is dead silent.

“Oh,” Jongho says faintly. “That’s… that’s definitely not friendly.”

“We’ve been doing that for eight months,” you inform them cheerfully.

“WHERE?” Yunho demands. “When? How did we miss it?”

“Literally everywhere,” Wooyoung says, having regained his composure enough to look smug. “We were making out in the common room yesterday morning.”

“I thought Y/N was helping you get an eyelash out of your eye!” Yeosang wails.

“We were kissing. Very romantically.”

Hongjoong stands up abruptly. “I need to lie down. This is too much information to process.”

“Wait,” Yeosang says suddenly, looking suspicious. “If you’ve been dating for eight months, and we didn’t know… what else don’t we know?”

You and Wooyoung exchange another look.

“Well,” you say slowly, “we have been moving in together off-campus recently.”

“WHAT?”

“And we are adoping a cat when we move in together. She's staying with my sister till we are able to move in completely.”

“YOU HAVE A CAT?”

“And I’m meeting his parents next weekend.”

The silence that follows this revelation is broken only by the sound of Seonghwa’s soul leaving his body.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us you have a cat,” Mingi says, sounding genuinely hurt.

“I literally have pictures of her on my phone that I show everyone,” Wooyoung protests.

“You said it was your roommate's cat!”

“Y/N is my roommate now!”

“WE THOUGHT YOU MEANT YOUR WEIRD DORM ROOMMATE JAKE!”

“And I invited you all over for a housewarming party!” Wooyoung continues, looking increasingly frazzled. “I thought you knew she was my girlfriend and just didn’t realize we were living together now!”

“We thought you were just excited about having a new roommate!” Mingi protests.

You’re trying very hard not to laugh as the chaos unfolds around you, but you’re fighting a losing battle. The situation is so ridiculous that you can’t help the giggles that start escaping.

“Are you laughing at us?” Hongjoong asks incredulously.

“A little bit,” you admit. “This is the most entertainment I’ve had all week.”

“We’re having an existential crisis and you’re entertained?”

“Very entertained.”

Wooyoung beams at you like you’ve just told him he won the lottery. “This is why I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.”

“THEY’RE IN LOVE TOO?” Yunho shrieks.

“Have been for about four months now,” you confirm helpfully.

Jongho sits down heavily on the floor. “I don’t understand how we missed this.”

“To be honest,” you say, “I’m not sure how you missed it either. Wooyoung isn’t exactly subtle.”

“I am the most obvious person in the world,” Wooyoung agrees proudly. “I thought you all were just being polite by not commenting on it.”

“We thought we were being polite by not commenting on your friendship!”

“What friendship looks like that?” Wooyoung gestures wildly at the two of you. You’re currently braiding a small section of his hair while he leans against your shoulder.

“A very close one?” Yeosang offers weakly.

“Yeosang, I respect you, but you’re an idiot.”

“We’re all idiots,” Seonghwa says mournfully. “We’ve been idiots for eight months.”

“It’s fine,” you assure them. “It’s not like we were hiding it on purpose. We just didn’t think it needed a formal announcement.”

“We’re literally the most popular dance crew on campus,” Hongjoong points out. “Everything needs a formal announcement.”

“Should we make a statement?” Wooyoung asks excitedly. “I could post something on Instagram!”

“Please don’t,” you say quickly. “I don’t need the entire campus knowing about my love life.”

“But I want to show you off!”

“You show me off plenty. Remember last week when you talked about me for twenty minutes during that study group?”

“How did you heard that?”

“Hyein told me after. Apparently you called me your ‘favorite person in the whole world’ and said I make the best jajangmyeon you’ve ever had.”

“Because you do!”

“And then you spent ten minutes describing my jajangmyeon recipe.”

San perks up. “Oh, that’s why I’ve been craving jajangmyeon all week.”

“I can make some for dinner when we move in completely,” you offer.

“Our dinner,” Wooyoung corrects possessively. “At our apartment. Where we live together. As a couple.”

“Yes, Wooyoung. Our dinner at our apartment where we live together as a couple.”

He grins and kisses your cheek. “I like the sound of that."

“You’ve liked the sound of that for a few weeks now.”

“Yeah, but now everyone knows about it!”

Mingi raises his hand tentatively. “Can we… can we see the car?”

Your expression immediately brightens, and you pull out your phone. “Her name is Luna, and she’s perfect. Look—”

The next twenty minutes are spent showing off pictures of your cat, during which the group seems to forget their existential crisis about your relationship. It’s only when Hongjoong gets a text from their dance teacher asking where they are that reality crashes back down.

“We have practice with Teacher Kim in an hour,” he announces.

Everyone groans and starts gathering their things. You pack up your laptop and get ready to leave, but Wooyoung catches your wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. You have extra practice with Professor Kim.”

“But…” he looks confused and a little hurt. “You’re not staying?”

You pause, then smile softly. “I usually leave so I don’t seem like a clingy girlfriend in front of your friends. But now that they know… I guess I can stay and wait for my boyfriend without it being weird.”

Wooyoung’s entire face lights up like you’ve just given him the sun and the moon. “Say it again.”

“Jung Wooyoung is my boyfriend,” you announce to the room.

“And Y/N is my girlfriend!” Wooyoung adds, spinning you around despite your protests.

“We get it!” San calls out, but he’s smiling. “You’re disgustingly in love!”

“The most disgusting,” you agree solemnly.

You’re still laughing about the situation when you get home to your sister's apartment after their practice ends, where Luna greets you with a judgmental meow that clearly says, “What took you so long?”

“Sorry, baby,” you tell her, scratching behind her ears. “Daddy had to explain to his friends that we’re dating.”

Your phone buzzes with a text from Wooyoung: 'The guys want to know if they can come over for dinner tomorrow to "properly meet their sister-in-law”'

You text back: 'We’ve been dating for 8 months, not married for 8 years'

'Same thing' comes his immediate reply, followed by: 'Also guys said they're sorry for calling you an enabler'

'They are not wrong though'

'That’s what makes you perfect for me 🖤'

You’re still smiling at your phone when it rings. Wooyoung’s contact photo -a ridiculous selfie of him with Luna sitting on his head- fills the screen.

“Missing me already?” you answer.

“Always,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “But I’m calling because San has a very important question.”

“Oh no.”

“He wants to know if Luna is single.”

You hang up on him, but you’re laughing as you do it. Dating Jung Wooyoung might be chaotic, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even if his friends are apparently the most oblivious people on campus.

THE END

BONUS PART:

"You know, this explains why Wooyoung’s been so much better at actually showing up to morning classes.”

“And why he actually does his assignments now,” Hongjoong adds.

“And why he hasn’t tried to steal my dining hall meals in months,” Seonghwa chimes in.

“That’s because Y/N cooks for him now,” Mingi explains.

“She has been cooking for all of us,” Yunho points out.

There’s a pause.

“Do you think she’d adopt us too?” Jongho asks hopefully.

A/N: fun fact in korean buy one get free promotions are called one plus one(원 플러스 원). Also I noticed that I have the most fun when writing lighthearted fun fics but consume more darker fics in general.

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i just watched boys planet 2 episode 3 and I CANT STOP CRYING. WDYM MY BOY RYAN IS ELIMINATED??????? OK.

im gonna miss my wassup yeorobum 😭💔

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𐔌՞. .՞𐦯well my husband and i -

prompt calling your boyfriends your husband on camera to get their reactions! pairing boyfriend!p1harmony x fem vlogger!reader genre fluff, established relationships, non-idol!au warnings keeho's a character, mentions of food, some of them don't hear you at first but that's okay (right?), intak mentions a commercial slogan in one and idk anything about them so i'll just put this as a warning now just in case, jongseob's own ... i'll just say he was sleep deprived word count like 2,690 words (between 350-550 per member) a/n             i realized i did a text version of this with bestie!keeho but nothing else so here's ot6 written version because why not, y'know !

⋆˚࿔ 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐨 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

When you told Keeho that you were gonna be filming a little vlog for your channel, he was more than excited to be on camera. Your viewers shipped you two because they still thought that you and Keeho were friends and neither of you decided to actually make it official. No one knows why. (i cba to think of a reason rn guys, sorry.) 

So when you finished setting up your camera in Keeho’s car, he just stared at you and watched as you worked. 

“I’m gonna start rolling now.” You told him, using the screen to fix your appearance. 

Keeho leans over to the back to get his jacket and you press record while he searches. 

“Hey what’s up guys?” You start, chuckling a little at the way your boyfriend flounders for a bit and whines (“why record now? I’m still getting your dang jacket.”) 

“Today is a beautiful day, and I thought that I could start off a little “weekend in my life” vlog for you guys. Technically I should’ve started it in the house but I forgot.” You smile sheepishly at the screen, watching as Keeho finally comes forth and unceremoniously drops the jacket in your lap. 

“Today my husband and I are going to the store to grab some food before going to the picnic to eat.” You tell the viewers, resisting the smirk that threatens to plaster itself on your face at his abrupt pause. 

Keeho looks at you while you continue to look at the camera, disbelief swimming in his eyes. When you finally look at him, he’s blinking his eyes at you and nodding towards the camera. 

“Why don’t you say hi to the viewers, husband? Maybe they’re new and don’t know you.” You continue on, blinking up at your boyfriend prettily. 

He continues to stare at you. Then he looks at your hands. He stares at them for a few long pauses. 

"Why are you calling me your husband?" is all he asks in response.

 Now it’s your turn to blink at him with disbelief swimming in your eyes. The pause is pregnant enough that you could practically hear a contraction.  

"Cause last time I checked, my hands were bare. Not a single ring on my finger." He finishes after a while. 

Your jaw drops open at the words and his mouth curls into a wide cheshire grin. Smug and prideful. You wanted to wipe it off of his face. 

Alas, you were a professional and just carried on with the vlog. When you paused it, he started driving. Then you decided to tell him your thoughts.

"I should leave that first part in so people can call you a red flag." 

"Wouldn't be the first time." he replies smoothly.

⋆˚࿔ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Your audience knew Taeyang. They were there alongside you and this relationship from the first date, and welcomed him with open arms from the third (when they officially saw his face). Vlogging around him was normal, and he often had to remind you to capture content whenever you just seemed to forget.  

You and your boyfriend were in the lounge room when you decided to do the challenge on him. It was just a nice and short tiktok that you’ll then edit separately from the vlog you were already recording. You looked over at your boyfriend after setting up your camera, and he looked up when he felt your eyes on him. 

“Hey, just recording some more for the vlog.” You explained to him. 

He nodded once and gave a small smile, then went back to his phone. 

“Hey guys. As you guys know, I’m currently spending the day with my husband. We went out for lunch like an hour or two prior, and now we’re in the school’s lounge room chilling to pass time before our movie.” You tell the vlog, looking at him from the screen to gauge his reaction. 

Taeyang doesn’t even flinch at your words. 

You clear your throat a bit, and that causes him to look up at you. His eyes shine in glee, and you eagerly turn to see his reaction in real time. Then he shoves his phone in your face.

"Babe, look at this guitar.” He exclaims. 

You blink at him and move your face a bit to look at the guitar in question. It was a good looking guitar. 

“Wow, she looks really good.” You tell him. 

His face brightens at your approval and he then jumps into a five minute rant about what he loved about the guitar. You didn’t have the heart to interrupt him, but you had something to film. 

“Taeyang, I was recording.” You tell him. 

“Oh shoot.” He says, eyes widening in shock after being knocked out of his tirade. 

“You wanna go again?” He asks you. 

“Nah, I’ll just repeat the words and edit the rest.” You reply. 

He nods, albeit reluctantly, and lets you start over. 

“But yeah like I was saying; my husband and I-” 

"What? Your husband? You didn't even propose.” Taeyang interrupts. 

You and him stare at each other for a bit. Him with a judging look on his face, and you with a look of exasperation.

“Anyways, like I was saying." 

⋆˚࿔ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You and Jiung have been dating for a little over a year. You are a more private person when it comes to mentioning or showing friends and family. You always got their permission first, and more often than not, you second-guess whether or not you wanna post the footage.

So all in all, your audience has only seen your boyfriend a total of two times. This time would be the third. You set up your camera in your room near your vanity, and Jiung is sitting on your bed. 

You press record after letting him know that you would. 

“Hey guys! It's been a while since I've last posted anything, but I've been busy with schoolwork. Today though, I have a very special video planned. I am going to film a get ready with me, and my husband behind me will do my voiceover.” You tell your audience, looking at the screen to see your boyfriend smiling at his phone. 

He had been smiling the entire time, but when you told the audience that he was your husband his smile got even brighter. You try not to let your cheesy smile plaster on your face, but you just couldn't help it. Your boyfriend was blushing now.

“ Hey husband.” you started, turning back to look at him.

He looks up and rubs his hand down his face to push down his smile.

“Yes, my love?” he asks, fanning his face to lose some of the heat. 

You giggle at him and beckon him over.

“Why don't you say hi to the audience?” you ask cheekily. 

He waves shyly to the camera, red filling the apples of his cheeks as he introduces himself with a little hi. 

You turn back to the camera and pick up your primer and tell the audience that you already did your skincare in the bathroom. 

You do your makeup and watch Jiung from the corner of your screen. He continues to fiddle with his phone with that dopey smile. When you drop one of your brushes on the floor, you hear him speak. 

"She called me her husband." He says with a shy laugh behind it.

⋆˚࿔ 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You and Intak were best friends for four years before becoming a couple, so your audience knew the guy for a while. As such, Intak was especially cosy with the camera. There were times where he even recorded for you whenever you forgot. 

He knew all of the trends, often held your camera for you to record you walking for the “aesthetic” shots, and would even direct you sometimes on what to do and when to do it. As such, he knew about this trend before you did. 

Despite being your boyfriend/best friend, he also acted like your brand manager. The guy could get a bit crazy at times. So when you heard the same scenario from his phone for the fifth time that day, you planned on doing it for him as well. 

Yes, he knew the challenge, but why not let him get what he was so desperately hinting at you to give him? The setup was simple. You told him you were filming a mini vlog for your channel, and he went along with it. 

So here you guys were, sitting in the car that was parked in the lot of your apartment complex, talking with each other about how you guys wanted to spend the day. 

When you asked him if he wanted something to eat, he mentioned the place that you both ordered from regularly. It was perfect. So you left the camera rolling and you called up the place. 

“Hey, can I just get the [place food here] with a [place drink here]?” You start. 

Intak smiles at the camera and mouths how he loves the food there and that he was the one that discovered the place. Then he goes to hold your hand while you order. 

“Yeah that’s good. Oh also, my husband said he wanted the [place food here], do you guys have that?” You continue on the phone, fighting the smile that screams to attach itself to your expression when you feel his hand go slack. 

You turn to him to see his eyes shining with glee and his smile stretching far and wide. The smile on your face wins the fight and emerges victorious at his unadulterated joy. 

“You guys have that? Great. Yup that’s it. Alright. 15 minutes, got it. Thank you!” You end the call. 

Intak waits for you to put your phone down before shaking the daylights out of you. 

"Your what?!" He shouts at you in question. 

“My husband. Aren't you my husband?” You reply with a smirk on your face. 

“Anyways husband, do you wanna go to the park and wait on the food?” You try to change the topic. 

Intak snatches the camera (like always) and grins like a boy in love. 

"Hey guys! My wife and I are actually going to the store to get rings so we can make this official." He tells the camera, before passing it back to you and putting on his seatbelt. 

You give him an incredulous look at his enthusiasm, hesitantly starting the car. 

"What? Let's get a move on woman. Every kiss begins with kay!" He jokes. 

You laugh and lead the way. 

⋆˚࿔ 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You and Shota’s relationship wasn’t a secret to anyone, but it was very private. Your audience knew you had a boyfriend.

Well, they knew of Shota. Not so much of knowing who he was. If someone were to come to any of your subscribers and ask them to describe how your boyfriend looked to them, they’d scratch their heads and tell the person to pass it off to someone else. 

And it’s not like you haven’t shown your boyfriend. There was that one time he showed up on camera. But no one knew that was your boyfriend because all you guys did was argue about Pokemon for like 2 minutes. 

Anyways, you were vlogging a “Week In My Life” video for your channel, and Shota just so happened to pencil himself into your schedule that week. You were sitting in front of his legs watching anime with the camera a bit far when you decided to start the trend. Shota was on his phone ignoring the anime in front of him despite being the one to suggest it. 

“Anyways guys, my husband and I are on the third episode of this anime, and as you can see … he’s not even paying attention.” You tell the audience. 

Meanwhile, your boyfriend is angry he got the same pokémon for the third time so he didn't hear you while you spoke. You turn around and poke his knee to get his attention. 

He makes a noise to tell you that he’s listening. 

“My husband’s not even paying attention to me, guys.” You tell the audience, pouting slightly. 

He looks at you confused, head tilting slightly to question you.

"Huh? Husband? Did you find the ring in the drawer?" He asks you innocently. 

You look at him with your shock lacing your face, and he gets even more confused. 

“You have a ring in the drawer? I didn’t know about that.” You respond as you turn your entire body towards him. 

"Then why are you calling me your husband if you didn't find the ring?" He asks, resting his phone down.

“It’s a trend, Sho. You record yourself with your boyfriend and call them your husband to get their reaction.” You explain to him. 

“What do you gain from that?” He asks you, still confused. 

You give up before the conversation can escalate any further. You then ask him about his phone and he rants to you about the fact that he got the same card three times. 

⋆˚࿔ 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You’ve only been dating Jongseob for about half a year. He’s shown up in your vlogs on multiple occasions though. Everyone knew about your underground rapper boyfriend in your community. 

In almost all of your “Productive Weekend” videos there was a portion dedicated to the events you went to to support him and his performances. Your audience often thought it was very cute. In other videos, they’d often see you on the couch of Jongseob’s studio listening to his music and waiting for him to finish so that you guys can eat food after. 

This time was no different. You placed the camera on his desk, and let him be at the forefront of this section of the vlog. He talked to your audience as if it was his own channel, and you let him enjoy it while you scrolled through social media to find some tiktok ideas to do. 

Somewhere along the way, you stumbled upon the challenge, and Jongseob placed his headphones on so that he could actively listen to his new track. You immediately picked yourself up from the couch and went over to the camera to collect it. 

Jongseob didn’t even blink when you did. You wanted to record it on your camera, but you saw that the battery was dying, so you stopped your video and put the battery on charge. 

You set your camera up, and pulled out the chair on the side of your boyfriend. Then you press record. 

“Hey guys. I’m currently in the studio watching my husband make a new beat for his mixtape.” You tell the audience, looking over to see your boyfriend not even paying attention to you. 

Usually pulling out the chair beside him gets his attention. Guess he’s locked in. 

You tap him on the shoulder and he flinches, but stops the music to look at you. 

"Huh? Oh babe you should listen to this new beat. I think we could get signed with this one." He tells you excitedly.

You look at him and smile before pointing to your phone that was still recording. 

“I was just telling everyone how I’m currently in the studio with my husband.” You reiterate.

He nods attentively, and looks at you with sparkles in his eye. (It’s the reflection of the monitor but let me have this guys) 

"Your husband? That's what's up. Anyways, I think blue and yellow make green." He says to you, moving his headphones away from his head. 

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to make sense of what your boyfriend just said to you. 

"That's literally not what we were talking about?" You tell him, tone tilting upwards to let your confusion show. 

"It's not? Oh shoot. Anyways babe listen to this beat I made." He continues, shoving the headphones into your hands. 

You give your phone camera the infamous 4th wall break look before putting on the headphones to listen to the beat. 

Jongseob smiles when you start bobbing your head to the beat. 

[1r0n7t]

Obviously Ray likes affection but do you think he would let reader know that?👀 especially on days where reader is clingy, is Ray his usual self acting like he doesn’t like it?

Clingy !!!

Summary : headcanons abt Ray and affection <3

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♡ Okay, Ray being Ray, I'd sort him into – sorry for the outdated term – kuudere genre of anime characters, but he's also a bit of a tsundure, so even if he did like affection and was secretly touch-starved, he would NOT say it out loud.

♡ He would not be vocal about his secret need for love, having to settle for small gestures, longing gazes, and the occasional short peck or sudden hug if he gets impatient.

♡ But when it's YOU in the mood for affection and you suddenly just cling to him, he would definitely act like he doesn't like it.

♡ He would most likely grumble beneath his breath, focusing on literally anything else but you as his cheek reddens.

♡ It would be worse if you did this in public, instinctively tensing up as the feeling before relaxing when he realises it's you and muttering a small "idiot" before walking away – with you still latched onto him, of course.

♡ Then afterwards, once you're both in private, he'll guide you to a comfy spot where you can both sit and cuddle to your heart's content <3

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A/N : Officially writing for Saiki K, currently making a masterlist !!!

[1r0n7t]

INTERNET CONNECTION // jongseob x gn!reader ⋆☆

⋆ Info: This is pure, cheesy, corny fluff. The most triggering thing mentioned here is an fps game. Reader is implied to be of similar age to seob.

⋆ Wordcount: 5.4k

You remember it quite clearly, the first time you two have met. It was a late, early summer evening you were sure you'd be spending in solitude, surrounded only by empty cups of tea and candy wrappings.

You were playing, with quite some shame, probably the worst type of game invented by mankind – a first person shooter. You knew very well how an all nighter with this devil ended most of the time, with your brain completely fried from the exhausting dopamine rush and frustration. This evening, at that point, seemed to have been going in that very direction as well.

Your team was horrible – two guys constantly yelling at everyone (and each other) and one player who quit after the first round just to come back three loses later and bottom frag. Not like your own aim was any better, you were tired after a long day of work after all. That match looked like a perfect recipe for a disaster, and you were already mentally preparing for the kitchen to explode.

But then something unexpected happened. That last guy, who hasn't said a single word yet, started whispering to you in the text chat. You ignored it at first, thinking it were just cheeky comments about your lack of skill, and you tried to focus on clutching the round.

Of course, as it always ends on nights like these, you died pathetically. Screams of two angry russian teenagers immediately invaded your headset and you covered your face with your hands with a sigh to cool down. You should've muted the two brats, but unfortunately for you besides the banshee-like screeching they actually provided some useful comments as well.

You stared at your screen in thought – you needed a way to save your sanity during this match. After all, you opened the game to relax for fucks sake, not to have your mood tampered with by prepubescent angry boys.

With a little bit of hesitation, you opened the chat and started reading the messages that the quiet player has sent you, contemplating whether you should indulge him or not. To your surprise, he was actually digging at the others, not you. It seemed like you weren't the only one here having your fun  ruined. Reaching that conclusion, you decided to engage with the guy. Frankly, you didn't have anything to lose. In the worst case scenario you'll get called a slur. In the best case scenario? He'll turn out to be quite funny.

As you quickly learned, luckily the latter was the truth. Not only that, he was really engaging to talk to, in general. You two joked about the angry mob screaming in your ears, about both of your pathetic kill counts and flawed tactics. Your team was losing hard, but you didn't even care anymore. You were smiling and enjoying yourself instead of pulling your hair out, that's what mattered to you most.

And after you inevitably lost that match you decided to hop on another one together. Then another one. And another one. It all eventually blended into one as both of your brains turned into mush throughout the night.

You ended up falling asleep with the game still open at around four in the morning. About an hour later you woke up, feeling so dizzy that you might as well have been drunk. You wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but two messages in the game chat stopped you in your tracks. One was a simple "someone's sleepy huh?" and the other one was his discord username, you assumed. Without thinking much of it, you added him and turned off your computer, going back to your original plan of going to the bathroom and getting those sweet three hours of sleep. That's basically how your relationship started, or at least that's all you can remember. From this night onwards you've officially found yourself not only a gaming buddy (although, admittedly a very busy one), but also, unfortunately, your crush. And boy were you angry at yourself when you've realised this.

At first you didn't even understand why you caught any kind of feelings for him. Despite talking for months you knew next to nothing about him – he never used voice chat, he refused to reveal his name, he barely talked about his job (at least you knew he had one) and he never wanted to share any other socials of his. This guy was so frustratingly secretive.

Despite all of that though, he had this... way about him. All cheeky and kind of mischievous, never missing a chance to take a small jab at you. You said that you hated it and always responded with a comment of your own. But behind the screen? Oh you were blushing.

There was this one time when, while trying to enjoy a peaceful morning, you spilled freshly made coffee all over your keyboard. Not only was it rendered broken, but also a half of your left hand suffered first degree burns. 

For some reason, he was the first person you thought to message about it after you cleaned up your mess, and he made sure to tease you good before offering you any comfort.

"Shaky hands huh?"

"You were sitting there with your hand in cold water for 20 whole minutes? Oh I bet you looked silly"

"Haha, in all seriousness though, does it hurt bad?"

This little shit. You wanted to get mad at him for making jokes at your expense, you really did. However, you couldn't help but notice that most of the time it took him half an hour at least, sometimes a whole day to read your messages. This time though? He responded almost immediately. Didn't even give you a chance to finish the story. It made your stomach flip in a way that almost made you forget the pain in your hand entirely. It also made you fight the desire to giggle and kick your feet like a highschool girl.

What you didn't know, though, is the fact that he was no better himself. He loved this little thing you two had going on, the banter, the game nights and evening talks. It was such a normal way to unwind after a hard day. He wouldn't admit it for a long time, but in a way he found it addictive.

And he felt so guilty because of it. So guilty that he preferred talking to you over getting solid sleep. So guilty that he caught himself spending more and more time coming up with his teasing remarks, making sure he's not going too far and hurting your feelings. So guilty that he was totally, undeniably, indubitably falling for you.

But he just couldn't help it. His life, from such an early age, was following such a wild and unpredictable path. Being an idol was amazing, but it was also all-consuming. Growing up in the spotlight, he felt uprooted from normal people's experiences almost completely, and while that made his life way more exciting and fun, it also made him crave normalcy. He had friends in his group, yes, but he also wanted something more... Down to earth, sometimes. Something unrelated to his successful career. Something anyone else could experience.

He hated it, but you were that exact something, or someone, he needed. Your relationship was like a window to a perfectly average life of a normal, regular person. He adored playing games with you and listening to your stories from work. It gave him an ideal opportunity to be just a guy in someone's life for once, not an idol to put on a pedestal.

And it would've been so perfect, just having a friend he could turn to when he needed to cool off from the life of fame. But you just had to have this... way about you. Somewhat clumsy and always up for fun. Always laughing at his jokes and having the cutest reactions to his jabs. After some time he noticed that your voice alone was enough to make him calm down. You even sent a picture of yourself, once. He told you you were "quite pretty", but he definitely did not tell you about how many times he went back to look at that photo. Frankly, he stopped counting himself. That's also how he came to the conclusion that yes, he was, in fact, crushing on you hard.

And however self-indulgent it may have been, he decided to keep these little fluttery feelings in his chest alive. He knew he shouldn't do as such, but, fuck, didn't he deserve that after all of this hard work he's done?

He often caught his own thoughts fighting each other – of course he deserved to have a little crush! What harm could it bring? But, oh, it had no future at all! You didn't even live close to each other! He's probably forbidden to date anyone! You probably don't even like him that way, ultimately you were just gaming buddies, right? But the way you'd react to his words... It honestly only made him want to flirt with you more and more, just to see how you'd react.

He'd unconsciously always side with the thoughts that were telling him to pursue you. After all, you weren't even into k-pop! All he had to do was, regrettably, be secretive and careful not to overshare. It was hard, he really wanted to tell you everything, but he could bite his tongue if it meant your relationship could exist in its current form for longer.

And so, after partially overcoming the feelings of guilt and frustration, he felt safe. So safe in fact that he wanted to start talking with you in voice chat, albeit with a slightly altered tone. It didn't come to that though.

One day, while checking to see if you messaged him throughout the night, he noticed something really worrying, at least in his eyes. You were listening to music, as usual, typical for you in the morning hours. What you were listening to was what made him freeze, however.

He reread it over and over again as if it could make it disappear, but, obviously, it didn't work.

You were listening to P1harmony, more specifically Killin’ it. And it made his brain go haywire with panic.

He didn't have much time to think, but he needed to question you. Were you a stan all along? Did Spotify just randomly recommend you the song? If that was the case, he hoped you didn't like it one bit. But, also, kind of hoped you were smitten by his lines.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, but it clearly wasn't working. His palms were sweaty, he was nervously pacing around the room and tapping his fingers on the side of the phone.

Finally, about thirty seconds before the song ended, he wrote "listening to kpop? kind of cringe dude". And he was very, very proud of that message.

You, though, immediately felt slightly embarrassed after you've read it. Not too much though, you honestly expected him to make fun of it.

You explained that youtube recommended some of the group's music videos to you, and although you didn't care much for k-pop, you decided to check it out. You told him to give them a shot as well, because the music was actually really good. As if he didn't already know that.

He has, in fact, never felt more stressed than in the upcoming months of your relationship. It didn't help that you became quite a big fan of P1harmony, buying albums and showing him photocards. He didn't even know that he had such a great level of self restraint up until this point. He wanted to scream at you that this guy on your little pieces of cardboard was actually him so badly. Stopping himself was harder than any workout he has ever done.

When you declared that Jongseob was your bias with your reasoning being “Haha, he reminds me of you!” his mind was filled with static. Not only because of sheer terror, but because it made him blush like crazy. The way you talked about him without having a clue about who you're sending the messages to? His stomach was exploding with butterflies.

You were having the time of your life, and he was desperately trying to stop himself from developing his feelings for you even more. He should’ve bullied you out of it, or should’ve shared a different k-pop group for your attention to switch to someone, anyone else. But truthfully, he didn't want to. It was wrong, but it felt so goddamn good. He couldn't deny, he liked the fact you were swooning all over him.

You completely missed the real reason behind his very specific attitude towards your newest obsession. You thought you just convinced him to give the music a chance, and that he ended up liking it just as much as you did. He knew almost all of the lyrics! He shared some fun facts about the members you never came across on social media! You were so happy to share this interest with him. It was great!

Eventually, P1harmony went on tour. For some reason your friend was also ten times busier than usual. It wasn’t that big of a deal to you, you texted almost just as much as before, only the game nights have suffered.

And yet you were kind of scared of drifting apart. It was gnawing at you no matter how hard you tried to push these thoughts out. So you decided to do something bold. Perhaps to test how much he was willing to do for your friendship, or perhaps just because you really wanted to finally break the barrier of secrecy between you.

When tour dates appeared for near your city you asked him if he would, by any chance, want to come visit and go to the concert with you. A day has passed before you received an answer and you were ready for impending rejection. But to your surprise, he agreed. Not only that, he said he has already planned to do so as a surprise. You couldn't recall the last time you've smiled as widely as in that moment.

On the day of the concert you made sure to look your very best. You tried to lie to yourself that it was because you didn't want to stand out in the overdressed crowd, but honestly, you knew that you just wanted to impress him. 

You showed up to the place early, constantly checking your phone, asking him all kinds of questions. You learnt that he was blonde, about average height, with dark eyes. And also what his phone model was. You also learnt that he wasn't at the stadium yet. And that he still refused to share his name.

As more time passed, you grew increasingly worried. Everyone has gathered and the concert has already started, but he was nowhere to be seen. What was even worse, he completely stopped reading your messages.

Worry eventually turned into frustration and anger as you came to the conclusion that he had to have been just joking again. You thought you'd been stood up, and you decided to have the best night of your life to spite him.

And boy was that going great. You knew it was the right decision to buy those tier one tickets! You felt like Jongseob's eyes were constantly on you, during his solo stage he even crouched right in front of you and winked. You were having a ball.

Eventually, you couldn't help but notice that it was... Strange, the way he paid so much attention to you. You thought it was just luck, but... Really? He was always waving in your direction, running a hand through his hair and making cool poses. You failed to miss how he squinted his eyes while looking at you, almost as if he tried to take a better look at your features. Did you remind him of someone?

It just couldn't leave your head, even after the group stepped off the stage for the final time. The rest of the audience started leaving, but you lingered, looking at the confetti covered stage in thought. It was getting late.

You received a message on your phone, you noticed as you checked the hour.

It read "Please, stay".

You really wanted to ignore it and just go home. Unfortunately, even if it frustrated you, you liked this guy. You liked him a lot and really wanted to see him face to face. Have a talk. Granted, you didn't think this talk would be giving him a piece of your mind, but you didn't care anymore.

After what felt like forever, you remained the only person in the stadium. The hollow building fell so quiet that you felt like at any moment security could appear to escort you out, deeming your prolonged presence suspicious.

When you started hearing footsteps while sitting under the stage, you were sure it was them, prepared for scolding.

Curiously, though, the sound came from behind you. With the way you were sitting, above you as well. You looked up, and to your surprise you met the two most anxiety ridden, deep, beautiful dark eyes you've ever seen in your life. Attached to none other than Kim Jongseob himself, leaning down, standing above you with his arms behind his back.

"Hey," he said simply, in a voice so quiet you barely heard it.

You didn't respond, words getting stuck in your throat, so many thoughts rushing through your head that it felt clogged. You just couldn't wrap your head around your current situation. It didn't make any sense. It really didn't, so for a couple of agonizingly long minutes, you sat there on the ground in silence and confusion, without a response in sight. Until it all clicked.

Blonde, about average height, with dark eyes.

Oh.

You stood up, feeling like you've just regained control over paralyzed muscles.

"I'm... Sorry." He eventually continued with a shaky breath. "I really am. About keeping all of this a secret from you. I couldn't bring myself to tell you. I... Honestly, I should've ended our relationship after I noticed what you were listening to that one morning..."

He broke eye contact to bashfully stare at the ground. He inhaled deeply to calm himself down and crouched, wanting so desperately to close the distance between you.

"But you understand, right? I couldn't. I didn't want to, either. I didn't mean to lie and play with your feelings, I just... I'm sorry. I guess I was just being selfish." He said, his gaze again meeting yours.

He truly did seem apologetic. All that cockiness and confidence he had during the performance, gone.

You were still processing that, for the last couple of months, possibly more than a year at this point, you were talking to an actual, real k-pop star. One you adored so much, too.

You were friends with him, you shared embarrassing moments, and he allowed the relationship to get laced with lovey-dovey tension despite knowing he probably wouldn't be allowed to officially pursue you.

You should've been mad at him, probably. After discovering his secret identity, you should've felt the distance between you two increase tenfold.

But strangely, it was the opposite. You've never felt closer to him, no other talk you two have had has felt as intimate as this one – your first one face-to-face.

"Hey, Jongseob?" You started hesitantly, earning an expecting look from him. "You are being serious, right? It actually was you? This isn't a joke?" You asked.

This seemed to have offended him, just a little bit. He furrowed his brow with a slight pout.

"Of course not! Do you really think I could joke about something like this?" He asked with disbelief. You decided to dig deeper. You had to be sure.

"You didn't have much problem joking around after I just burned my hand," You remarked.

He scoffed, as if he was mad that your first instinct was to question his identity. Or maybe the stress was just getting to him.

"Come on, it's not like they were third degree burns!" He rolled his eyes, unknowingly confirming his status as your anonymous internet sweetheart. "Besides, I did ask you about your well-being like a second later. I even recommended you a new keyboard model and you said it's the best keyboard you've ever had!" He unconsciously shifted his position while talking, sitting down with his knees on the ground, lessening the distance between you two even more.

He fell silent and you two exchanged peeved looks. And then both of you started giggling as you felt the tension between you fade. Your laugh echoed through the empty, dimly lit stadium and you felt like you were the only people existing in the world.

"So uh... Are you like, mad at me? You know, for doing all… that?" Jongseob asked, that apologetic tone still lingering on his tongue.

You hummed in thought. That was a good question, were you mad at him?

"You know... I think I probably should be," You started with a click of your tongue. "But this is just... It's too insane. I'm just happy I can really see you. I'm glad you don't have to hide anything anymore."

He smiled softly at that, his eyes regaining the spark from before, when he was basking in the spotlight. Your heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and you mentally cringed at the effect he had on you.

"So… Remember all those things you were saying about your precious, beautiful idol?" He said suddenly in a teasing, melodic way, immediately making your face red at the very memory.

"Fuck, oh, oh no I kind of completely forgot about that? Haha," You looked to the side, nervously chuckling and shifting in your spot. "But, you know, you could've stopped me at any time! I know you liked reading it too, don't play coy!" You alleged in your defence.

It only earned a mischievous snicker from him. "Yeah, you know, that'd be about right," You were doing a really poor job at hiding your enjoyment in his attitude shift. "So, hey, how about making your dreams come true, huh? You don’t have to limit yourself to just telling me about them anymore. Come and kiss your pretty boy!" He said cheekily, calling himself a pretty boy in a way that felt like he was mocking your own words from the past.

And while the question looked like a planned move to get you flustered, in reality it was just a sign of him losing his composure. It was stuck at the back of his tongue ever since he saw you sitting under the stage. He wanted that stupid kiss so badly it was embarrassing, but there was no way in hell that he’d simply show that. However, there also was no way he’d miss out on an occasion to ask you for it, not when after all this time you were standing right in front of him.

"Haha, reeal funny, Seobie," You replied sarcastically, giving him a nasty glare. It made his smirk drop into a displeased, impatient grimace.

"I wasn't kidding, you know." He said with a deadpan expression.

You stared at him in confusion, cocking your head to the side.

You looked around as if trying to spot someone, worried about anyone who might've been watching.

"You're, um, serious?" You asked with disbelief, heat returning to your cheeks. "I thought you weren't allowed to date? I don't really want to get you into trouble. And we're also, like... You know. If anyone sees us you'll get caught in a scandal for sure."

You scratched the back of your neck. Did you want to kiss him? God, you wanted nothing else honestly. But you weren't willing to risk his entire career for it. You felt like that would be incredibly selfish of you.

You soon learned that he didn't quite share the same sentiment, though.

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes clouding with thought. He was carefully considering your words. After all, you were kind of right. Kissing right there in public with a random fan has the label of an idol scandal plastered all over it. If someone recorded you two…

You could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he tried to decide what to do. It made your shoulders fall a little and you unconsciously stepped back slightly. He twitched at that, a look of deep frustration ghosting through his soft features. He sighed and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him with a vexed, piercing glint in his eyes. He made his choice.

"You know what? I just don't think I give a fuck."

And with those words serving as a final warning, he crashed his lips into yours.

The kiss started out soft and sort of awkward. Clearly neither of you have ever kissed before, but that didn’t matter to either of you at the moment. After so much time spent in secrecy, so far away too, you could finally share a moment of blissful, sweet affection. No more hiding Jongseob's identity or both of your feelings for each other. It all could finally be freely expressed.

And all of that relief was poured into the amateur kiss. You tensed up at first, stunned by the sudden action. But eventually you relaxed, stiffness disappearing as Jongseob let go of your shirt, gently resting his hands on the back of your neck  instead. In turn you held onto his arms, elevating the closure between you even further.

After a while he pulled away, and both of you locked eyes in silence. The kiss was sweet and beautiful, and yet you both looked… unsatisfied. It was very apparent on both of your faces.

“That, uh. It was okay, right?” He broke the silence hesitantly. It seems that he didn’t realise his own dissatisfaction was clear as day.

“I mean… Yeah. Yeah, it was perfect!” You tried to assure him hastily, the tone of your voice hinting at the fact that he wasn’t the only one you tried to convince.

You stared at each other quietly even longer. Jongseob exhaled after a while, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“Yeah I think we both know that was a little too... soft? I mean, when will we get the chance to do this again?” He said, his words laced with amusement. It made you chuckle in return, you couldn’t help but laugh at how well you read each other.

“Oh you’re so right. Let’s just, I dunno, do a second take, okay?” You placed your hands on his shoulders and he gave you a reassured and determined look.

“Man I thought you’d never ask.” And with those words he smashed your lips together yet again, way less awkwardly than before.

This time was a lot more passionate than the previous kiss. In a way it felt even more authentic because of it. When the first kiss was an expression of relief, this one presented another side of your relationship - the hunger. The uncontrollable desire to be near each other stirring in both of you, the desperate need for closure that couldn’t be satisfied previously. Both of you were still here, under and on the stage, and yet you felt like the world was already pulling you apart again.

Jongseob leaned even closer to you, nearly slipping off the edge. He still had no idea what he was doing, and neither did you, but nevertheless the experience felt wonderful. You cherished and engraved every tiny detail in your memory — the way his lips felt, the way he was playing with your hair absentmindedly, the sheer determination emanating from him. And he did the same. He poured his whole heart into trying to make this kiss an unforgettable memory for the both of you. You could hardly call what you were doing a “making out session”, but it was pretty damn close.

You’d probably stay like this for way longer than normally expected if a sudden shout hadn’t caused Jongseob to nearly slip off the stage straight onto you.

“Are you done, Jongseob?! I don’t think I can buy you even more time!” Keeho’s voice resonated throughout the empty space. He sounded mildly impatient, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone as well.

Jongseob’s eyes went wide and he twitched so hard he felt his entire weight shift to his upper body, effectively forcing you to act quickly and push him back onto the stage. He stood up and faced his leader with impressive speed. You fell silent and instantly put your hands up as a show of innocence and surrender.

“Y-yeah I’m all done, I’m going!” Jongseob laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. Keeho rolled his eyes, but there were no indicators of malice in his demeanor. In fact, he seemed to have found this situation quite funny. Without any further remarks he nodded at the maknae and walked off again, giving him one last piercing glance, signaling him to hurry up.

Jongseob let out the air he was unaware of  holding and turned to face you again. He gave you a warm, bittersweet and apologetic smile. You were still kind of paralyzed from Keeho’s sudden intrusion, but that sight alone was enough to make you lower your arms and relax again. After that spike of emotions you started to feel the exhaustion from the concert and kisses catching up to you. You grinned from ear to ear tired, but peaceful.

“You heard him Jongseob, scurry!” You snickered, crossing your arms and staring at the boy. He let out a disbelieved gasp at your words. “Oh so you don’t want to see me suddenly? Alright dude,” he started, faking offence. “Hardly a proper way to treat your favourite idol, but okay,” He closed his eyes and started walking away.

For a second you were actually worried that you hurt his feelings. You were ready to promptly apologise, but before you got the chance to do that he half turned towards you again and winked with a smirk.

“Actually, make that ‘your boyfriend’ instead. I’ll text you as soon as I have some time to talk!” He gave you a small, playful bow and ran off, afraid of Keeho appearing again.

You stared at the spot he used to be in just a second ago, stunned and wide-eyed. You raised a hand to feel your cheeks and, as you suspected, they were very much warm. You weren’t really shocked at his behavior, you sort of expected him to mess with you a little before leaving, but his shameless bluntness left you lightheaded. You looked around, spotting a really annoyed older lady, busy cleaning confetti. She was sending you death glares every other second and you immediately understood that you have far overstayed your welcome in the stadium. You shot her an awkward smile and finger guns and skipped towards the exit, cringing internally.

Cold wind blew in your face the second you stepped out of the building. You didn’t know exactly how late it got, but it wasn’t as important to you as the promised text from Jongseob. The night was quiet and peaceful, a surprisingly little number of cars still present on the roads. You were just standing there, processing your emotions, taking in the sight of the city and basking in the moment. It felt nice to finally breathe in fresh air again. Well, as fresh as the city fumes allowed it to be, anyway.

You took out your phone ready to check the hour and froze as soon as the screen turned on. With terror you realised that you missed your last bus home. You cursed loudly, completely breaking the calm atmosphere. You were now forced to somehow find either a different way back or a cheap, decent place to stay until morning. Both incredibly hard tasks to do, given the hour. Not only that, as if that wasn’t enough your battery was almost dead too. Shit, did you really have to make so many Jongseob fancams today? If only you knew earlier!

You sighed, exhaustion finally taking hold of you. It was going to be a long night. But hey, at least you had something to wait for – a joyful text from your pretty boy. And honestly, that was enough to cheer you up at least a little.

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i watched kore-eda's recent film Monster this past week and i truly.. cannot stop thinking about it. maybe my favorite kore-eda film yet

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