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‘wet socks & flip-flops’ | dj johnny be

summary: your post-breakup healing plan did not include coconut ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and water guns… and a hottie

genre: mainly fluff with a bit of crack (just johnny being johnny)

pairing: johnny x gn!reader | wc: 1.1k

a/n: slightly proofread; i miss johnny :(((

You didn’t fly halfway across the world to fall for a DJ.

You came to heal, allegedly.

According to your best friend, the cure for a soul traumatized by a toxic relationship involved a backpack, some vaguely planned hostels, and sweating through three countries’ worth of street food.

“We’ll find ourselves,” she said. “Or at least find some hot strangers who will help us forget.”

Which is how you found yourself on a beach in Chiang Mai, Thailand, coated in neon body paint, ears vibrating from bass drops, and watching a tall, impossibly attractive guy command the DJ booth like he was born on a beat. You had no idea who he was. Just that his music made you feel like you had a pulse again, and that his tank top and occasional shout-outs in English made him stand out in the haze of lights and bodies.

Also, he smiled like he knew he was hot but hadn’t let it go to his head, which felt unfair.

Your friend shouted over the music, “That’s Johnny from NCT!”

You stared at her, unable to hear her clearly. “NC what?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s an idol. A big one.”

“Oh, cool. His set’s really good.”

“Right? And he’s like, tall. That’s idol height.”

You nodded vaguely, more interested in dancing than Googling him. Whoever Johnny was, he knew how to work a crowd. You hadn’t moved your hips like that in ages. Not since your ex said you “danced like a confused baby deer”.

Screw him.

You were thriving. Glowing. Possibly dehydrated, but definitely thriving.

The next day, Thailand hit you with another surprise: Songkran Festival, aka the Great National Water War. You were barely functioning, jet-lagged, and emotionally fragile when a ten-year-old sniped you in the back with a Super Soaker. That’s how your night began.

You retaliated with a vengeance, stalking through the streets like a warrior goddess in flip-flops. You were ducking behind a cart of grilled squid when someone nailed you in the face with a clean shot. Cold water, square in the face.

You spluttered, turned and saw him.

Tall, grinning, water gun in hand like it was a casual extension of his soul. Johnny, the DJ from last night.

“Sorry!” he called out, clearly amused. “Didn’t see you there!”

You blinked water out of your lashes. “You again?”

His smile wavered. “You recognize me?”

“Yeah,” you said, pointing. “You were the DJ last night. You’re really good.”

He blinked. “Oh. I thought you meant… never mind.” He chuckled. “Thanks, it’s just a side thing.”

“A side thing?”

“I’m actually an idol. DJing’s just for fun when I have the time.”

“Right, my friend said you’re in… NCT or something?”

He laughed. “Yeah, NCT 127.”

“Is that like the number of members or the number of songs you’re required to memorize as a fan?”

He gasped dramatically. “Ouch.”

You shrugged, grinning. “I’m a casual observer. I came for the beach, not the bias list.”

You ended up walking beside him, wading through puddles, dodging kids with buckets. He was easy to talk to, unexpectedly grounded for someone who probably had fans with Twitter accounts dedicated to his tattoos. He talked about the tour he was on, how he managed to squeeze in last night’s DJ gig during a short break.

“It’s weird,” he said, suddenly thoughtful. “Some of the members are enlisting now. I’m American, so I don’t have to, but… it’s strange watching everyone go one by one. Makes me lonely, honestly. They’re my brothers, y’know?”

You didn’t interrupt. You just listened, and he noticed.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment of silence. “Most people either fangirl or freeze up. You’re just… here.”

“Waterlogged and undercaffeinated,” you offered.

He laughed. “Still counts.”

After a while, he asked, “What brings you to Thailand?”

“My friend’s wild ‘post-breakup healing backpack world tour’ idea. I was crying into fried chicken when she booked the tickets.”

He laughed, then paused. “You okay now?”

You smiled. “Getting there.”

You passed an ice cream stand, and he pointed. “You need that.”

“I’m fine.”

“Backpacker healing rule #99,” he said solemnly. “Always say yes to dessert.”

He bought you both coconut ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. “Johnny style”, he said, clinking his plastic spoon with yours. You sat on the curb together, watching the festival chaos unfold.

“So,” he asked between bites, “what’s next on your world tour?”

“Macau,” you said. “Flying out in two days.”

“No way,” he grinned. “We’re performing there in three.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You should come.”

You squinted at him. “To an NCT concert?”

He looked at you, deadly serious. “Yeah, VIP with backstage pass from yours truly. You and your friend.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he said, finishing his ice cream. “You listened to me talk about enlistment sadness while I had wet socks. You’ve earned it.”

You gave him a look. “You realize that sounds like the setup to a fanfic, right?”

He grinned. “Would it help if I said I was also in a fictional arranged marriage with my bandmate and fell for my neighbor who was also another bandmate?”

“…Honestly? Slightly.”

He laughed so hard he choked on his ice cream.

“Okay but seriously, I’ll leave your name with one of our managers.”

“Sure… and you’ll recognize me in a stadium of thousands?”

“I’ll find you,” he said confidently. “You’ll be the only one not screaming.”

“Or throwing a lightstick at your face.”

“Exactly.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Fine, but how are you going to contact me then?”

He pulled out his phone. “Give me your Instagram. I’m modern like that.”

Just as you were typing it in, his phone buzzed. It was his manager. He sighed, then looked up.

“I have to head back. But… I can walk you to your hotel first?”

You raised a brow. “That’s unnecessarily sweet of you.”

“I’m tall and Midwestern. It’s genetic.”

The walk was short but full of weird jokes, shared stories, and at least three awful puns. One of which was, “Songkran (so can) you stay in my life forever?”, which made you threaten to report him to the Pun Police.

When you reached your hotel, he hesitated at the entrance.

“So,” he said, hands in his pockets. “See you in Macau?”

“If the tickets are real.”

“They are, and I will find you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “If you’re lying, I’m gonna expose you online and say you squirted cold water on me square in the face.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

He gave you a little wave and backed away, nearly slipping on wet pavement and laughing at himself.

You watched him go, wondering if you were mildly delusional or if you’d just been invited to a K-pop concert by a gorgeous DJ who handed you healing in the form of music and coconut ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

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・・・・・

losing johhny to the wrong side of the internet

・read part 2 here

a/n: tbh i thought this was going to be a lot worse :P

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

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oh i got another one!!

nct 127 texts enemy!reader is getting drunk and sends them overly flirty(?) messages

nct 127 texts: sending them flirty drunk texts

A/N | more of a confessing to them while drunk

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NCT 127 When You Randomly Pepper Their Face with Kisses

Johnny

Loves it. He grins and goes, "Aww, do it again." He will not let you stop—if you try, he’ll literally tilt his head like, "Wait, you missed a spot." You’ve now started a game that he will win.

Taeyong

Immediate flustered mess. His ears turn so red, and he just blinks at you like you just short-circuited his brain. "W-Wait, why—what’s happening?" If you keep going, he will just melt.

Yuta

Loves it. He will not let you go. If you pepper his face with kisses, expect him to grab your face and return the favor tenfold. "Oh, we’re doing this? Bet." You’re not escaping now.

Doyoung

Freezes. His brain crashes. He’s not used to being ambushed like this, and it takes him a second to recover. Then, he tsks and rolls his eyes, but you can see his tiny smile. He’ll pretend to be annoyed, but later, he’ll randomly kiss your cheek when you least expect it.

Jaehyun

Laughs, so softly. He thinks it’s adorable. He just watches you with this fond look and then murmurs, "Again." He’s the type to let you do whatever you want, then suddenly return the favor when you’re least expecting it.

Jungwoo

Gasps like you just attacked him. Then giggles. He finds it hilarious but also so cute. If you keep going, he’ll just squish your cheeks and go, "You're the cutest thing ever, you know that?"

Mark

Panics. Immediately. "Oh—wait—HUH?!" His brain short-circuits, and he just sits there blinking like you just hacked his system. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so they just awkwardly hover before he finally covers his face, laughing. "Dude, you can’t just—warn me next time!" But the next time you do it, he’s already bracing himself with a shy little grin.

Haechan

Instant smug mode. "Aww, someone loves me." He leans way into it, closing his eyes dramatically like he’s basking in the affection. If you try to stop, he pouts and says, "More." You have created a monster.

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texts w plug johnny !

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texts with boyfriend johnny !!

a/n: ive been on a crazy johnny kick recently NEED HIM

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JOHNNY BUBBLE 📸💚

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"seasons of love" | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: fluff, smut | wc: 10.7k | au: strangers to lovers 𝜗𝜚 pairing: johnny suh x afab! reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: dom! johnny, big dick johnny (hehe), mentions of alcohol, phone sex, exchanging of sexual pictures, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (m + f receiving), spanking, fingering, multiple orgasms, talking through it, praising, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, pet names (baby, pretty, pretty girl, my girl, honey), reader's bestie's has a name for writing purposes, mentions of other members (mark, doyoung, yuta), it's intentional that johnny always greets the reader with 'hey baby' 𝜗𝜚 summary: moments of love throughout the seasons with a boy you met on a dating app. 𝜗𝜚 aimee's thoughts 💭 : i tried to edit this to bring it down to at least 8k, but the smut scenes kept pushing up the word count, but those of you who read it, i hope you enjoy! feel free to send me your thoughts!

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── Winter

[Thursday, 6:20 PM]

💌 Johnny: I don’t believe in love at first sight, but you have me considering love at first swipe.

That’s the first message Johnny sends you when you match with him on some random dating app your best friend begged you to get on to find someone to spice up the boring routine of your everyday life.

Your thumbs hover over your phone’s keyboard, chewing on your bottom lip as you think of a reply only to have another message come in.

💌 Johnny: Wait, that might be too forward. Maybe this will work instead: 💌 Johnny: My mom told me not to talk to strangers online, but I’ll make an exception for you. 

You shake your head as you playfully roll your eyes at his messages, a smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

You: Yeah, that works a lot better. You should open up with that line from now on. 

You reply, anxiously waiting for his response as you swipe through the profile of the attractive man you’re surprised you matched with. 

💌 Johnny: Can’t. I’m not a fan of using the same line on multiple people, so I hate to break it to you, but that line is for you and only you.

You: Oh? Mind if I use that line, too? You’re smooth with your words.

💌 Johnny: But it’s for you and only you :( What if it gets you someone else? That’s not fair! 💌 Johnny: Also thanks, I’m only smooth through messages though. Flirting with people irl makes me nervous.

You: Really? You don’t strike me as someone who gets nervous around people.

💌 Johnny: And you don’t strike me as someone to be on a filthy dating app like this.

You: Filthy? But you’re here, too.

💌 Johnny: I’ve been here for months now and I can say with confidence, you and me? We’re the exception.

You: Striking out?

💌 Johnny: Left and right :(  💌 Johnny: It's not me, I swear!

You: What else could it be?

💌 Johnny: Maybe the universe had its plans for me to meet you. I mean, we’re here now, right?

You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling a sensation of flutters in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a very long time. Looking down at your phone, you see another message pop up.

💌 Johnny: I’ll lay off the flirtatious comments, it’s going to lose its effect if I keep going and we don’t want that.  💌 Johnny: Sooo…how was your day?

You let out a small laugh, typing out your response. As you lay in bed messaging this stranger back for what felt like hours, you learn he’s born and raised in Chicago, he’s an only child, currently works at a startup company that focuses on coding education for students, his last relationship ended nearly a year and a half ago, and he has great music taste. He even shares his favorite songs with you — sending you a link to his Spotify profile to check out some of his created playlists. 

You share bits of yourself, somehow feeling a bit mundane compared to the man you’re talking to. 

💌 Johnny: So genuinely asking, why’d you jump on this app? I figure you don’t have a hard time meeting people in real life.

You: My friend told me to download this “filthy app” to spice up my boring routine. It's easier to meet people online nowadays, I suppose. You: What about you? You seem extroverted enough to meet people in real life, and you’re not hard to look at, so what’s the catch?

💌 Johnny: Not hard to look at? Did you just call me good looking without actually saying it? That’s cute.  💌 Johnny: You’re cute, too. 💌 Johnny: But like yourself, I find it’s easier to meet people online. I can think of what to say before I send it whereas I’d probably be stumbling over my words in person.

You: Mr. Smooth Talker stumbling over his words? Can’t see that happening at all.

💌 Johnny: Why don’t we meet and you can find out?

You: Not comfortable with that, yet. After all, I just met you. How do I know you’re not a killer?

💌 Johnny: Fair enough, I don’t know if you’re a killer, too, so I’ll wait. 

You: Might be a while. I’m a painfully busy girl these days.

💌 Johnny: As long as you’re willing to respond, I’ll wait however long I need to.  💌 Johnny: After all, the universe brought us together and we don’t want to disappoint the universe, right?

[Tuesday, 10:06 AM]

It’s been a couple of weeks since matching with Johnny and you both have been in constant contact with each other every day – the only time there’s a break in communication is during work hours, but even then you both find yourselves opening the app to send a quick message to each other. 

Although you normally would be messaging outside of the app with the rate you’re going back and forth at this point, you don’t mind. While a small part of you feels maybe this is his way of keeping you at a distance, you convince yourself this is purely getting to know him – not worrying about whether or not you’ll be getting a relationship out of it. It doesn’t stop you from thinking about him more than you should and it certainly doesn’t prevent you from wondering if he’s thinking about you as much as you did him.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear your best friend and co–worker, Yuri, call out your name before giving a gentle nudge to your arm. When you look at her, she’s looking back at you suspiciously – noting your lack of attentiveness these past few days.

“What’s been distracting you these days?” She asks, twirling her favorite pen between her fingers. “It’s not like you to be daydreaming during work.” 

You apologize, slightly shaking your head as if it’ll refocus your train of thought. “You were saying something about lunch?” 

“Yeah, think you can come with me to that cute coffee shop?” She lowers her voice before continuing, ensuring no one hears her next sentences. “I need fuel for this stupid project.” She rolls her eyes before letting out a huff. “I don’t know what the hell the boss was thinking, assigning a five person project to two people, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough couple of months.” 

“Good idea,” you nod, clearly distracted as you see your phone screen light up with a notification from Johnny. You’re tempted to open it, but you flip your phone over instead, sharply inhaling to refocus on your task at hand.

“So,” Yuri drawls. “Who’d you meet on the app that has you acting like this?”

You turn your attention to Yuri – tilting your head and knitting your brows together in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As you try to bite back a smile, Yuri notices you shying away from her. 

“Oh come on,” she rolls her eyes, shifting in her seat. “You came in with your eyes glued to your phone, your phone screen is lighting up like crazy with notifications, and you’re seriously distracted.” She sends you a devilish grin, reading you like a book. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love.” 

“Not in love,” you quickly clarify as you begin to jot down a priority list for the project that was assigned last week. “But if you must know, yes, I did meet someone.”

Yuri’s eyes nearly bulge out of her skull, clearly surprised you’re actually giving someone your time which isn’t something you did since your last relationship that ended two years prior. Yuri stands from her computer chair, quickly gathering some of her work essentials. “Come on,” she lets out, softly hitting you in the arm to grab your attention. “Let’s go to the meeting room to work on our project and you can tell me everything about this guy.”

Upon entering the meeting room, Yuri shuts the glass door and flips the sign on the door to “in use” before pulling some of the blinds down halfway to prevent onlookers who walk past the floor to ceiling windows.

“Tell me everything.” She squeals, pulling a seat next to you. “Do not leave anything out.”

You sharply inhale, bracing yourself to tell your best friend everything you know about Johnny. As you share, her face lights up as she listens to you talk about this mystery guy which in return causes your face to heat up from excitement and embarrassment at the same time.

“Pictures! Show me pictures.” Yuri smiles widely.

You pull up his dating profile and you hand your phone over to her. The first picture already has her gushing. “Oh, he’s cute! Like really cute.” When she reaches the end of his photos, she lets out a small, disappointed sigh, wanting to see more. “Have you two met in person yet?” She asks, handing your phone back to you. 

You shake your head, puffing your cheeks. “We haven’t had the time to,” you sigh. “Plus, I’ve been kinda putting it off.”

“And why is that?” Yuri’s brows furrow, almost disappointed in your actions — or lack thereof.

“It’s easier to communicate over the phone.” You defend, crossing your arms. “Plus, meeting in person feels so serious. I’m enjoying getting to know him.”

Yuri nods in understanding. “Well,” she deeply inhales before stretching her arms over her head. “At least you know he’s not in it for a hookup, that’s for sure.”

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“I don’t think he’d be messaging you after you rejected seeing him the first time, especially for this long. A guy like him doesn’t need to play the long game to get laid, either. Regardless, there’s definitely something about you that’s keeping his attention, that’s for sure.”

[Tuesday, 11:47 AM]

As you’re waiting in line to place your order, you finally check your phone to check the messages from Johnny that you missed before lunch. The beating of your heart accelerates causing your hands to lightly tremble as you unlock your phone, almost nervous to see what he has to say to you but your nerves begin to settle when your eyes quickly scan over his words, causing you to smile at your phone.

💌 Johnny: Hey, I hope you’re having a great day so far! 💌 Johnny: I fed this stray cat on my way back to work and it followed me all the way to the building. I think it thinks I’m its dad, now. 💌 Johnny: Btw, if I asked for your number, would you freak out?

You: I guess you’re a cat dad, now. Congrats!

You: Also, no, I wouldn’t freak out. Do you want my number?

Before you could slide your phone into your pocket, you feel it vibrate in your hand.

💌 Johnny: Yes I want your number 💌 Johnny: If you don’t mind 💌 Johnny: Please :)

[Wednesday, 6:19 PM]

As you’re laying in bed, your phone lights up with a message from Johnny. It’s been like this for a month and a half — waking up to a good morning text, constantly texting throughout the day, and ending the night with a good night text. 

💌 Johnny: I was wondering something.

You: Yeah?

💌 Johnny: We’ve been texting for almost two months now, right? When do you think I can hear your voice? 💌 Johnny: Not that I don’t enjoy texting, I do! I’m just curious to know what you sound like.

You: Why don’t you call me and find out?

Within seconds, your phone lights up with his name popping up on your screen. You feel your heart nearly jump out of your chest while your stomach feels like it’s doing a hundred cartwheels at once as you read his name on your screen. Heat rushes under your skin before you finally answer.

“Hey!” You greet eagerly before you silently curse yourself, thinking you sound too enthusiastic for the first greeting.

“Hey,” Johnny giggles on the other line. “It’s great to finally hear your voice.” 

“Yeah, it’s great to hear yours too.” You bite down on your bottom lip, internally squealing as you speak to him. “How are you?”

“Better, now that I get to hear you.” 

“Do I sound like what you expected?” You softly question, pulling your knees to your chest after sitting up in bed – clearly too excited to be casually laying down.

“I don’t think I had any expectations,” Johnny laughs. “But somehow your voice is better than I imagined.” He happily sighs. “What about me? Do I sound like what you thought I would sound like?”

“I don’t think I thought about it as much as you have, but I like it.” You pause for a second. “Your voice, I mean.” 

“Yeah, I like yours, too.” You could sense a smile on his face before he clears his throat. “So, how was your day?”

── Spring

[Monday, 6:50 PM]

You slump onto your bed, your head pounding with a headache that creeped in around two in the afternoon and settling itself in the crevices of your skull. You’re swamped at work and the only thing you’ve been looking forward to these days is talking to Johnny. However, tonight is filled with disappointment when you find out he’ll be at his friend’s house for a small get-together for the night — earning a groan from you knowing you most likely won’t hear his voice before bed when you’ve gotten so accustomed to it. 

💌 Johnny: If you need me, just call me.  💌 Johnny: I promise I’ll answer :)

You smile at his text before tossing your phone onto your bed. Hopping into the shower, you hoped that the steam would somehow alleviate your throbbing head only for it to still be there when you got out. Getting ready for bed, you check your phone to see Johnny sent you a picture of him and his friends playing a game of monopoly with the attached text: wish you were here. 

Before you could respond, Yuri’s contact photo fills your screen, pulling your attention towards her instead. 

“Hey!” She greets. “Sorry to talk about work, but it’ll be quick!”

Sitting on the foot of your bed with a towel wrapped around your body, you let out a quiet sigh to brace yourself. “Sure, what’s up?” You let out, yawning from the mental fatigue you’ve been feeling the past week.

“You don’t sound too well,” Yuri comments, hearing ruffling from her side — assuming she’s opening a bag of her favorite snack. 

“I have this horrible headache that water and meds can’t seem to get rid of,” you pout and groan, falling back into your bed, phone situated against your ear.

“Why don’t you call Johnny,” she teases. “I heard an orgasm can fix a lot of things. Maybe it can relieve that headache of yours?”

“Ha ha,” you dryly retort. “I still haven’t met him in person and even if I did, he’s hanging out with friends tonight.” 

“Okay, so get him on the phone for phone sex?” Yuri advises nonchalantly. “Nothing’s hotter than sneaking away in the bathroom to hear moans on the other end of the phone.” 

“You sound like you’re talking from experience,” you laugh before you hear the crunch of a snack on her end of the call.

“It’s the thrill that keeps me going in life,” she giggles. “Get some sleep, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow about the project. You, my friend, are in desperate need of a good night’s rest. Nighty night!”

Pondering the thought for a moment, your thumb hovers over Johnny’s number in your phone. You look at yourself in your full length mirror placed in front of your bed. It can’t hurt, right? 

Settling on the thought of ‘just do it,’ you begin fluffing the pillows against your headboard before positioning yourself with your back pressed against your pillows and in view of the mirror. You unwrap the towel around your body, open the camera app on your phone – ensuring your face is blocked, spread open your thighs, and capture a shot of your reflection.

Without a second thought, you’re opening your messaging app and attaching the photo to the message thread you have with Johnny — adding the text: wish you were here, too before you impulsively hit send. 

Your heart races — the adrenaline from doing something you find to be incredibly risky and something you’ve never dared to do before. You see the little notification that indicates Johnny has opened the text, causing you to throw your phone across your bed, almost afraid to see what he’s about to say. Two messages come in before you cautiously grab your phone to read them.

💌 Johnny: Hey, um, did you mean to send me that? 💌 Johnny: I can delete it if it was a mistake

You: Not a mistake but if you don’t like it, feel free to delete it 

Your heart pounds against your chest and your mouth goes dry in anticipation. A wave of regret suddenly washes over you and you begin to type out an apology text to Johnny – something along the lines of not blaming him if he never wanted to speak to you again. You’re about to send it until another text from him pops up.

💌 Johnny: Can I call you, please? 

Quickly erasing the previously typed out message, you respond with a simple yes. Within seconds, you have your phone pressed to your ear.

“Hey,” you softly greet.

“Hey.” His voice is hushed, but you hear a faint echo as he speaks, indicating he’s in the bathroom. “What’s up with that picture you sent?”

“You don’t like it,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry, I -”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckles softly. “The total opposite, actually. Just wondering why all of a sudden.”

“I have a headache that won’t go away and I heard an orgasm would help relieve it.” Your voice is so timid and shy, Johnny can’t help but find it cute.

“I can help you with that, for sure.” He breathily responds. “Hold on real quick.” 

You hum, cunt dripping with excitement. Your mind races at the realization that Johnny was absolutely down for this just as much as you are. Your phone vibrates against your ear, seeing a photo attachment pops up.

“I sent you a little inspirational photo,” Johnny whispers. “In case you need to imagine what you’re working with.” 

You open the message, letting out a loud, surprised gasp at the picture he sent. “T-that’s not little,” you stutter, staring at the photo of his cock he sent you — his lengthy shaft is mouth watering as your eyes follow the protruding veins that run from the base of his cock to his redden mushroom tip that’s clearly leaking clear and thick precum. 

“Do you like it?” Johnny lets out an amused laugh at your reaction.

“Love it,” you breathe; breath shakier than expected.

“Touch yourself for me,” he instructs. “Let’s make you feel better, hm?” 

“Mm,” you softly let out. You place him on speaker and lay your phone against your chest before you lick your index and middle finger and begin tracing circles around your excited clit, letting out soft moans into your phone. 

“That’s it, baby.” He coos. “I wanna make you feel good, you wouldn’t have to do a thing if I was there with you.” Johnny’s hand slicks up and down, trying to muffle the noises he desperately wants to let out. 

You softly groan. “What would you do to me?” Your voice sends shivers down his spine — so soft and sweet, it’s driving him crazy. 

“Everything,” he sharply inhales. “I’d eat my baby out so well, you’ll forget how to speak. I’d fuck you so good, you’ll be craving it all the time. Everything you want me to do, baby I’ll do it for you.” He groans, his fist tightening around his hardened shaft.

You giggle, dipping your fingers into your cunt. “I wish my fingers were yours instead,” you pout. “I bet you would make me cum on your fingers alone.”

“Tell me how it feels inside of you,” he begs, jaw slacking open, his mind running wild with sinful thoughts of you. 

“It’s soft, warm, and really really wet,” you smile. “I think it’d be a perfect time for you to slide inside of me. You’re so big and I just know you’ll stretch me so well.”

“Fuck,” Johnny mumbles under his breath, imagining himself bottoming out inside of you. “I wanna make you cum all night,” he whispers, voice hitching. “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Can we make that a promise?” You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Mhm,” he smiles. “I promise,.”

You rub yourself quickly, your moans bouncing off your bedroom walls mixing with the muffled sounds of Johnny’s pleas. “Faster,” you whimper. “I want you to fuck me faster.”

Johnny speeds up his pace, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle his groans from his friends. His breath quivers and a soft, desperate whimper parts his lips. You match Johnny’s pace.

Neither of you speak – only allowing the frenzied noises that escape your lips to talk for both of you. 

“Baby,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Me too,” he grunts. “Fuck, wish you could cum all over my cock. I wanna feel that pretty pussy tighten around me.”

His words give you that small push to your orgasm, crying out as you ride out your high, fingers rapidly rubbing over your clit as your mind flashes the photo of Johnny sent you, imagining him release inside of you.

The raunchy noises you make send Johnny over the edge. He bites down on his bottom lip and a strangled groan is heard. Strings of thick, hot ropes paint his blushed cock, shaft twitching as he closes his eyes, his mind imagining filling you up with his creamy essence. 

You lift your phone to record a video as Johnny gathers his thoughts before quickly cleaning himself up. Opening your front facing camera, you keep your lower half of your face in frame as you bring your two digits to your mouth, sucking off the remnants of your release. You hit send and wait for him to open it. 

“Your lips are so perfect.” Johnny gives you an entertained chuckle. “I’d love to see them wrapped around my cock.” He sighs, imagining the sight. “How’s your headache, by the way?”

“It’s gone now. Thank you for helping me,” you sigh in pleasure. 

“Anytime,” he smiles against his phone. “Anytime you need to do that again, call me.” 

“I will,” you giggle.

[Friday, 8:30 PM]

“How’s work going?” You ask Johnny, cuddling into your pillow. 

“It’s going well. We’re working on getting some people on this project to build a kid-friendly coding software where kids as young as five can learn how to code in schools.” He pauses, taking a sip of his drink. “We’re hoping that it’ll build interest at a young age. But enough about me, how’s work going for you, baby?” 

Your body never fails to react when he calls you the pet name he settled on. “It’s been hectic,” you yawn. “The project Yuri and I have been assigned to isn’t the easiest to balance when the workload we usually get is the same.” 

“I’m sorry, I wish I could do something to help,” he pouts sympathetically. “Is there anything I can do to help ease your stress?”

“Give me some of your ability to be extroverted for the duration of this project,” you weakly laugh. “I hate having to talk to people and the fact we have to present our ideas to higher ups constantly nearly sends me into a breakdown every time. I applied for this job because it didn’t involve a lot of contact with people, but our boss clearly has another direction he wants to take the company.” 

“Not much of a talker? That’s hard to believe with how much you talk my ear off every day,” he jokingly remarks.

“Guess I have a soft spot for you,” you hum, heart swelling with love for the guy on the other line. 

“Good,” he smiles. “I like talking to you. I actually find myself missing your voice every day. Sometimes I think my only motivation to get through the day is being able to hear you before bed every night.”

“Missing my voice? But you said you hear it every night.” You shift in your bed, giggling at Johnny’s words. 

“I know, but that doesn't mean I don’t miss it when we hang up,” he tiredly chuckles, clearing his throat. “I guess that means I like you a lot, huh?”

Your heart skips a beat, feeling your entire body heat up at his confession. 

“I guess it does,” you sigh with a smile. “But it’s okay because I like you a lot, too.” 

[Thursday, 6:30 PM]

“We should head home,” Yuri yawns, tugging on your office chair as she tries to pry you away from your computer. “There’s no point in staying here if we’re not getting overtime.”

Rubbing your temples, you stand from your chair. The office you’ve been in since eight in the morning is now dimly lit — the lights of busy businesses lined on the strip of your office building illuminate through the floor to ceiling windows. Only a handful of employees tapping away on their computer’s keyboard, trying to finish up the overwhelming amount of work they’re drowning in. 

You grab your belongings before walking with Yuri to the building’s parking garage and to your car. You tiredly wave goodbye to her and check your phone to find a couple of worried messages from Johnny.

💌 Johnny: Good morning, baby! I hope you have a great day today. 💌 Johnny: I miss you, work is a drag :( 💌 Johnny: Getting lunch with a few of my co-workers. I hope your day is going well. Enjoy your lunch! 💌 Johnny: Are you okay? Haven’t heard from you at all today.  💌 Johnny: Baby? I’m seriously getting worried. Is something wrong? 💌 Johnny: Text me when you’re done with work, please.

As you warm up your car, you send a quick message to Johnny.

You: I’m sorry, today was absolute shit. Yuri and I needed to stay back but I’m leaving the office now. I’m sorry I didn’t text you today :( I didn’t have a minute to myself, but I’ll call you when I get home.

When you’re finally home, you throw your belongings to the side, desperate to finally have a moment of peace after a hectic day. You give Johnny a call, like you said you would. He answers after two rings, your mind finding a sense of peace once you hear his voice. 

“Hey baby,” he greets. “I missed you today.”

“Hi,” you softly let out. Your eyes begin to prickle and tears threaten to fall.

“Are you okay?” He asks concerned, voice so soft and sweet.

“No.” Your voice trembles as you let your tears fall before you let out a sniffle. “I’m really stressed.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind, pretty.” 

Your complaints begin to spill out of you, tears staining your cheeks as your frustration grows. Johnny stays quiet, offering the occasional hum to let you know he’s still there and that he’s listening to you. He attempts to find comforting words, but you find yourself yearning for physical comfort — sick and tired of being alone every night when you could be with him instead. 

“Johnny?” You whisper weakly. 

“Hm?”

“Can I come over?” You ask, tired and exhausted.

“Come over…like to my place?”

“Mhm. You live in the city right? It shouldn’t be too far from where I am, I can probably drive there.”

“Are you sure?” His words intertwined with deep concern. “You sound pretty tired, baby. I can pick you up, instead.”

“I can drive,” you smile weakly. “I promise I’ll drive safely.”

After some convincing, Johnny sends you the address to his apartment building. You quickly wash up and dress comfortably before heading over. 

[Thursday, 7:30 PM]

As you carefully scan the apartment numbers, you stop in front of his door. Your nerves are sent into overdrive; part of you reconsidering suddenly meeting him at his apartment and wondering if you should turn around and leave, but you decide not to, considering how you longed to see Johnny. 

Lifting your hand, you knock on the door. You’re holding your breath in anticipation, waiting for Johnny to open it. You look down at your feet when you see the front door open, your eyes lifting to meet the tall man in front of you. You let out an exhale when you see the guy you’ve been talking to every night for months.

“Hey baby,” he smiles bashfully, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Come on in.” He extends his hand out for you to grab.

You take his hand and step inside, quickly removing your shoes. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you smile up at him, lightly tugging on his fingers.

Johnny pulls you into him, engulfing you in a warm embrace — you take note of his lingering cologne, a woody musk scent that makes you hum; etching the scent into your mind. His hand cups the back of your head, gently petting your hair to comfort you. “I’m glad you’re here, have you eaten yet?”

You shake your head, your cheek still pressed against his chest. “I didn’t have time to,” you sigh, basking in his warmth and embrace.

“Good,” he kisses the top of your head. “I just finished making dinner, we can eat together.”

During dinner, there wasn’t a moment of awkwardness and you silently thank him for taking the reins when it comes to the conversation. Johnny has a knack of making you feel comfortable in his presence. 

You appreciate how he listens intently, too — occasionally hooking his fingers with yours as you speak, causing you to stumble over your words when you’re aware of his touch.

“Cute,” he smirks amused by your timidness, bringing the back of your hand to his lips before giving your skin a soft and tender kiss. 

After dinner, you watch Johnny wash the dishes as you sit on the island counters behind him. 

“Do you need help?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. 

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s not too much and I’m almost done. Thanks though,” he grins. 

He quickly puts away the dishes before turning to you. His hands plant themselves on top the countertop on either side of you. “How’re you feeling?” He asks, gently pushing your hair behind your ear. “I know you weren’t feeling the best when you called earlier today.”

“Better,” you smile, resting your hands on the sides of Johnny’s neck, your thumbs idly rubbing against his soft cheeks. “Thanks. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have you.”

You flicker between his eyes before your gaze falls onto his lips, noting the natural pout he has before it turns into a smirk — taking notice of you staring.

He slowly leans into you, one hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body closer to his. 

When Johnny’s lips meet yours, a spark in your stomach ignites and your heart swells tenfold after feeling his touch. 

“So much better than I could ever imagine,” he praises, earning a soft giggle from you before you capture his lips once more and deepening the kiss. He gently rolls his tongue over yours before taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

Your hands fall to his waist, pulling him close as Johnny’s hands caress the sides of your face, holding you in still. 

You’re both pulled out of the trance when you hear Johnny’s doorbell ring. 

You pull away from him, face flushed with heat and a light red tint covering Johnny’s cheeks. “Expecting visitors?” You ask, feeling Johnny’s thumb gently rubbing the exposed skin of your lower back. 

“No,” he shares, shaking his head. “Let’s just ignore it, maybe they’ll just go away.” He teases, mouthing the crook of your neck and tickling you in the process. 

A guy’s voice is heard calling out for Johnny which is followed by a pounding on his front door. “C’mon we know you’re in there! We saw your car parked downstairs!”

Johnny drops his head in disappointment upon realizing who it is, causing you to softly laugh at his reaction.

”It’s my friends,” he sighs. “Their timing is impeccable.” He sarcastically retorts, rolling his eyes before pushing himself away from you. 

You quickly hop off the counter top and grab your belongings before following him causing him to stop in his tracks. 

“Wait, you’re leaving already?” He asks, his voice dripping with disappointment. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you rest your hand against his warm cheek, giving him a small smile. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to interrupt. They clearly want to hang out with you.”

Grabbing your hand, he shakes his head. “Please don’t leave,” he begs. “You just got here. I don’t wanna say goodbye yet.” 

“John!” His friends call out, rapidly knocking on his front door.

“Hold on!” He shouts back before turning his attention back to you, lowering his voice. “Stay the night, please? We won’t do anything but sleep, I promise.” 

“Baby,” you sigh. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Call in sick. You need to rest after today.”

“If I do, what about you?” You half heartedly giggle. “You’re gonna call in sick too?”

“Yeah, why not?” He smiles. “We can have a rest day together.” 

Your brows lift in shock. “You’re serious?” 

“Yes,” he lets out. “I’ll quickly introduce you to my friends and then I’ll tell them to go home.” 

You stay quiet, contemplating his offer. While this isn’t something you’d normally do, it’s something you want.

“No,” you shake your head. “You don’t need to send them home.” 

Johnny’s heart quickly drops to the pit of his stomach and you note his change in emotion causing you to lace your fingers between his.

“They can stay and hang out with you. I’ll just,” you pause, scanning the room to look for something, anything, to do. “I’ll go lay down and you can join me when you’re done.”

Johnny’s eyes light up. “Y-you’ll stay?” He flashes an excited and toothy grin, squeezing your hand. 

“Yeah. It’s innocent, right?” You clarify.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he promises. “But…”

“But?”

“I’m not letting you hide away in my bedroom.” 

He opens the front door. Two of his friends are about to greet him, only to be taken aback at the sight of you. He quickly introduces you to his friends — Mark and Doyoung.

“Be nice,” he warns them. “She’s hanging out with us tonight.”

── Summer

[Saturday, 9:40 PM]

Loud music blares from the speakers and the rooms fill with the chattering of drunken people. Low lights illuminate the walls throughout the house and the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol fills the crowded rooms. 

Johnny ensures you’re glued to his side, both of you choosing to stay sober for the night. Other people’s flirty glances towards Johnny don’t go unnoticed by you, but Johnny’s subtle gestures remind you he has eyes for you and only you. 

You find yourself leaning against a wall as Johnny whispers sweet nothings in your ear causing you to giggle like a teenager in love. One of your hands plays with the silver necklace dangling around Johnny’s neck while your other hand grips onto his broad shoulder. Johnny’s cages you between his body and the wall behind you, leaning in to press kisses on your cheek.

“Remember when we had phone sex for the first time?” You whisper in his ear. 

Johnny gives you a nod. “How can I forget?” He bites down on his bottom lip. 

“Can I see the picture you sent me, in person?” You ask, tugging on the waistband of his jeans, pulling his hip into yours. 

“Yeah, you definitely can.” He places an endearing kiss on your forehead.

“Think there’s a vacant room upstairs?”

“Let’s go find out,” he smiles, taking your hand in his before guiding you through the crowded steps. He jiggles each door knob to every room in sight to see if any of them are unlocked. To your surprise, a door opens and Johnny quickly pulls you in. 

Pressing you against the back of the bedroom door, his fingers quickly find its lock as he hungrily attacks your lips. Johnny’s large hands wander your body, groping every crevice before settling on your ass. He gives it a nice smack, earning him a playful yelp from you. 

You palm his hardening length through his jeans before pushing him towards the bed, the back of his knees hit the mattress and causes him to fall onto his back. Straddling his lap, the pads of his fingers harshly press into your hips — your jeans softening the pressure and potential bruises he’d leave otherwise. 

Johnny desperately guides your movements as you grind against his crotch before his fingers slowly begin to unbutton your jeans.

“Ah ah,” you snicker with a smirk, guiding his hands back to your hips. “This is about you tonight.” 

Johnny gulps, throat bobbing up and down as he swallows hard, lips slightly parting at your words. He watches as you sink to your knees between his legs.

You undo his jeans before hooking your fingers into his waistband to pull the fabric down his thighs. The sight of the large outline of his bulge that’s pressed against the dark colored fabric holding it back causes you to involuntarily tighten between your thighs.

Propping himself up, he watches as you palm his crotch before tugging on his underwear, releasing his cock from the fabric. It slaps against his abdomen and his mushroom tip ends right below his belly button.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of his thick and long length — licking your previous glossed lips and grabbing his heavy cock with your hand. 

“Definitely bigger than anything I’ve had before,” you comment right before licking a long strip from his balls to his tip before engulfing his cock head into your mouth. 

His jaw falls open, the warm feeling of your mouth sending shivers through his body. 

Sinking him further in your mouth, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag at the feeling before you realize you weren’t able to take all of him on your first try. 

Johnny realizes then proceeds to gently push down the top of your head, encouraging you to take more of him inside of you. 

You’re gagging on his length, tears brining your waterline before you blink, feeling them trail down your cheeks.

“There you go baby,” he coos, stroking the back of your head. “Taking all of me so well.” 

When you pull your head back, strings of saliva follow, causing you to smile up at him as you use your hand to pump him. 

“Promise me something,” you let out, rubbing circles against his sensitive tip with your thumb. 

“A-anything,” he swallows sharply, voice hitching at your touch. 

“When we fuck for the first time, whenever that may be,” you pause, letting pool of your spit fall onto his cock before you spreading it up and down his erection. “Promise you’ll cum inside of me.” 

“I promise,” he quickly answers with no hesitation. 

You hum and your free hand cups his jawline. “You’re such a good boy,” you coo, stroking your thumb against his cheek. 

“Only for you,” he shakily exhales. 

Your stomach flutters in excitement and you grin at his words. Using your hand and mouth simultaneously, you suck and stroke Johnny until he’s a complete mess under your touch. Your gags and lewd, obscene noises bounce off the four walls mixed with Johnny’s noisy moans and breathless pants only for it to be muffled by the blaring music downstairs. Your saliva drools from your mouth and onto the carpeted floor under you as you continue to bob your head up and down.

Johnny holds the sides of your head, keeping you in place as he bucks his hips roughly into your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Johnny says through clenched teeth, every word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust. “You’re all mine, right?” 

You quickly nod your head, allowing him to use you as he pleases. 

“Say it,” he orders, pulling on the roots of your hair to make eye contact with him, cock still stuffed into your mouth.

“I’m all yours,” you attempt to repeat, your words distorted causing his cock to twitch before he thrusts into your throat.

Your jaw begins to ache and you’re sure you’ll be feeling the aftermath in your throat tomorrow morning, but you don’t care. The only thing you’re focused on is getting Johnny to ecstasy — and you do.

His thick warm, velvety ropes flood your mouth and you swallow it with ease, making sure to suck him dry of every drop he has. Placing your hand on his thighs, you rub his skin to smooth his quivering legs before he pulls you into a deep kiss. 

There’s a pounding on the bedroom door before Johnny’s name is shouted on the other side. He quickly stands, pulling his underwear and pants up as you fix your appearance in front of a mirror in the room. 

He quickly wraps an arm around your waist before pulling you away from the mirror and causing you to softly laugh before he unlocks the door.

“C’mon you horny bastards,” Johnny’s friend, Yuta, sighs. “We’re leaving. The party is getting out of hand downstairs.”

[Friday, 6:18 PM]

After long weeks of work, both you and Johnny look forward to the weekends where you both can indulge in the moments you have with each other, alternating between staying over his place and him staying over yours — this time, at his.

You text Johnny to let him know you’re outside, something you found strange considering you always used the spare key he’s given you. 

The door flies open and you’re greeted by Johnny, eyes sparkling with excitement and a childlike smile is plastered across his face.

“Hey baby,” he greets, quickly grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Hi,” you giggle. “What’s going on?”

“Can’t I be happy to see you?” He pouts, taking your overnight bag and placing it on the nearest chair. 

“You can be, but there’s something…” you pause, squinting your eyes suspiciously. “Different today.”

Johnny happily sighs, caressing your cheeks before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I have something for you in our room,” he says, lips pressed against your forehead before taking your hand and leading the way.

“Our room?” You swoon, gripping onto his arm. 

“Yes, our room,” he chuckles. He takes a sharp inhale before he turns the door knob. 

You’re greeted with a makeshift picnic set up on the bedroom floor. 

“The weather has been shit lately and work has been taking up our time, but I know that you’ve always wanted a picnic date, so I had to improvise.” He nervously bites down on his bottom lip. “I hope it’s okay? If not -” 

You pull him into a kiss, surprising him before he quickly adjusts to your movements. He slowly pulls away, Johnny’s cheeks blushing a pink tint.

“It’s more than okay,” you smile. “It’s sweet, thank you.”

He kisses the tip of your nose before leading you to the picnic blanket and having you both take a seat.

You eye the food he’s made, all of them being your favorite. 

“Also,” he says, pulling a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the inside of the picnic basket. “Got these for you.”

You lift your head, smiling and gushing at the gesture before reading the mini card attached to it that reads: I'm really embarrassed it took me this long to ask this, but will you (finally) be my girlfriend? - J

Johnny looks at you embarrassed as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I didn’t realize I hadn’t officially asked you to be my girlfriend because I’ve been used to already calling you my girlfriend. It wasn’t until a coworker asked how I asked you out that I realized I didn’t. I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I swear I would’ve asked you like three months into us meeting.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, playfully hitting him with your flowers. “But this is really sweet, thank you baby.” Pulling him into a hug, you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” 

“Yes,” you laugh, playfully poking him in the stomach.

“Good,” he whispers, stroking your back. “Because I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “I love you, too.”

── Fall

[Saturday, 4:36 PM]

Johnny wraps his long arms around your waist, pecking kisses on the back of your head. A whiff of his signature cologne fills the air around you as you wash the remaining dishes in the sink before Johnny’s friends come by to carpool to a friend’s wedding. 

Johnny carefully moves the soapy dish from your grasp before removing the bright pink gloves from your hands.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You ask suspiciously, watching him smoothly slide the gloves off your fingers. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night,” he whispers into your ear. “How your ex’s were nothing but selfish when it came to pleasing you.”

You recall the conversation you had last night — Johnny asking why you refuse to let him eat you out when he always begs to taste you while you’re giving him head. You intimately share your inexperience because your previous partners never bothered to please you in that way — making Johnny your first. He simply nodded before changing the subject. 

You're unaware he’s been thinking about it — until now.

Johnny pulls you into his pelvis, feeling his large bulge, through his dark slacks, press against your back.

“Mm. What about it?” 

Johnny slowly hikes up your sage green satin dress, exposing your cute lace black thong that he begged you to wear today. 

“While I think it’s a shame you’ve never been eaten out before, I’m glad you haven’t.” His palms rub up and down your exposed skin, giving your ass a nice, hard slap before roughly groping you and rubbing your skin to soothe the sting. 

“Why’s that?” You softly question as your hands grip the edge of the sink. 

Johnny’s palm slides against your stomach before dipping between your thighs. His middle finger rubs against your clothed clit. His lips lift into a smirk as he nuzzles his nose behind your ear. 

“I get to be the first and last person to taste you.” His voice is low, husky, and confident. 

In one swift move, he turns you to face him before he lifts you onto the kitchen counter and places soft kisses against your collarbone — well aware of how long you spent doing your makeup for the event. 

“Let me show you how good it feels,” he softly begs. “How good I can make you feel.”

“Now?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “But your friends?”

“I don’t care,” he mutters against your skin. “All I care about is making you feel good.”

Your lips slightly part at his offer before you nod. 

“Use your words, baby.” He softly instructs. “Can I show my pretty girl how good it feels?”

“Yes please,” you gulp.

“Good.” Johnny sinks to his knees, tilting your pelvis up for better access to your fluttering sex. Extending one leg onto the countertop, Johnny slings your other leg over his broad shoulder before pushing the thin fabric aside to expose your pussy — something he’s been dying to see and taste for months now. 

Without hesitation, he spreads open your folds before devouring you like a starved dog. His tongue laps over your clit, circling around the sensitive bud before sucking on it. 

“Taste so good,” he groans, eyes closed and focused as he licks up your wetness against your slit before returning his attention to your clit, quickly flicking the tip of his tongue against it. 

Your whimpers turn into loud moans as you feel his tongue work its way around your needy pussy. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling your core tighten at the satisfying feeling coursing through your body.

Johnny guides your hand to the top of his head, silently giving you permission to grab a fist full of his hair which you do. 

“Feels so good,” you mumble under your breath, tugging on his hair to keep him close. 

Johnny sucks on your clit, his eyes lifting to watch bliss wash over you — your jaw falling open before you capture your bottom lip between your teeth, brows knitting together, and watching your pretty eyes rolling back from pleasure.

The tension in your core snaps, every muscle in your legs and thighs tighten, and your toes curl when a tingling sensation strikes. You gasp as you reach your climax, fingers tugging on Johnny’s hair to keep him in place as you roll your hips against his tongue, using him to ride out your high. 

His movements slow, using the pace of your hips as an indicator of when to stop. 

You retract your hand from his hair and your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath. 

Johnny places soft, sweet kisses against your thighs before using the back of his hand to wipe your slick off his chin. He readjusts your pretty underwear before helping you off the counter and quickly rinses off and dries his mouth in the kitchen sink before giving you a kiss on your temple. 

“T-thank you,” you shyly let out — quickly smoothing out your dress and swiftly fixing Johnny’s hair. 

Before he could respond, the front door bell rings. “Always impeccable timing,” Johnny smirks before he goes to open his front door to greet his friends.

[Saturday, 7:26 PM]

During the wedding reception, you watch as guests dance to some early 2000s tracklist the DJ mixed together as you sit at the table you and Johnny were assigned to with his friends.

“Do you guys want anything? We’re gonna get something to drink,” Doyoung asks, his eyes flickering between you and your boyfriend. 

“No thank you,” you smile before feeling Johnny’s hand press against your lower back.

Johnny simply shakes his head and Doyoung leaves with his other friends to the open bar. Your boyfriend quickly leans into you. 

“Come with me to the restroom,” he whispers, lightly tugging on your arm. 

“What?” You chuckle. “Why do I need to go to the restroom with you?” 

“I need to taste you again,” he simply states, pushing your hair behind your ear. “I’ve been thinking about it this whole time. I’m fucking addicted,” he whispers in your ear. 

With enough of a reason — in your eyes — you both stand up and you follow Johnny into the nearest family restroom. The next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink with your dress bunched around your waist and a leg lifted over the counter.

Johnny’s on his knees, behind you, with his thick cock in his hand — pumping up and down his shaft as he licks your drenched pussy.

“So fucking good,” he growls, fist tightening around his erection, pumping faster as his tongue matches his speed — pulling you towards your orgasm at an embarrassingly quick pace.

You’re a whining mess, your hot breath fogging up the mirror in front of you. “I’m gonna cum,” you softly cry out, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand to keep you quiet.

Both of his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he rapidly pulls an intense orgasm out of you. 

Without a second thought, you sink to your knees when Johnny stands and you take his erection into your mouth, rolling your tongue over his swollen mushroom tip before you stroke him until he finishes — his cum painting over your tongue. 

“You know,” you chuckle as you touch up your makeup in the mirror. “You could’ve just fucked me. I wouldn't mind.”

Johnny readjusts his suit, tucking his white button up long sleeve shirt into his black dress pants before fixing his belt. He smiles at your words. 

“While I’d love to do that,” he sucks the air between his teeth. “I don’t want our first time to be in a random hotel restroom.”

You coyly look down at your heels, unable to argue with him before he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You deserve more than a quick fuck for our first time,” he smiles at you through the mirror.

[Sunday, 5:13 PM]

You smooth out your dress in the mirror when Johnny appears behind you.

“You look very pretty,” he smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders before sliding his palms down your arms. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Nervous.” You swallow hard before Johnny’s arms engulf you into a hug. “What if your parents don’t like me?”

“They’ve been dying to meet you,” he chuckles. “They always ask about you whenever I go to visit them, telling me to bring you the next time I come over.”

You hesitantly nod your head, nervously fiddling with your finger tips before Johnny turns you to face him, lifting your chin to meet your eyes.

“Even if they don’t like you, which they will, it won’t stop me from being with you. We’re in it for the long run, right?” He lifts his pinky up, waiting for you to interlock yours with his. When you do, he places an endearing kiss on your forehead. 

“C’mon baby, we don’t wanna be late.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you out the front door.

When you arrive, you cling on to Johnny’s arm. You thumb over his skin, trying to soothe yourself before the front door swings open and Johnny’s mom pulls him into a hug before she excitingly does the same with you. 

“Ah! So glad you could make it!” Johnny’s mom claps, grabbing your hand and leading you into her home.

Throughout the night, you meet Johnny’s side of the family who welcome you with open arms. As you’re speaking to his cousin, you feel Johnny behind you, snaking his arm around your waist before excusing you from the conversation you’re having.

“I wanna give you something,” he whispers in your ear, pulling you up the stairs. 

Johnny pushes a bedroom door open to reveal his childhood room that seems like it hasn’t been touched in ages. 

“Wow, this is where the other half grew up, huh?” You smile, slowly walking through his room and scanning his walls — eyeing Johnny’s medals and awards from his school days.

Johnny doesn’t say a word, but he flashes a grin in your direction before he pries open a drawer from his old desk, fishing for an envelope before turning back to you.

“Promise me you won’t laugh,” he warns, taking a seat on his old twin sized bed.

“I promise I’ll try not to laugh.” Taking a seat next to him, you’re eying the worn out envelope in his hand. “What’s that?”

“When I was in high school, my first girlfriend broke up with me and I was devastated.” He chuckles to himself. “So, caught up in my emotions, I wrote a letter to give to the person I’m serious about.”

“Serious?” You pause, confused. “Like long term serious?” 

“Like ‘til death do us part serious,” he laughs before nervously clearing his throat. “I thought I’d give it to you.”

Your brows slightly lift in surprise as you carefully take the envelope between your fingers. “You didn’t think about giving it to your other partners before me?”

“None of them met my parents,” he softly nudges you with his elbow, a shy smile dancing on his lips. “I used that as an indicator to see if I was serious enough about them. Clearly none of them made the cut.”

Your heart swoons at his confession. “Should I open it?” You giggle, flipping the envelope over to see the sealed flap. 

“Do you want to open it?” 

You think about it for a moment, your fingers playing with the edge of the sealed flap, tempted to rip it open, but instead you let out a small sigh. 

“Not yet,” you smile at your boyfriend. “Since we are in it for the long run, I’ll open it when we decide to take the next step. If that’s okay with you?”

“That sounds like a plan.” He rubs your knee, nodding his head. “Just don’t laugh at the horrendous spelling and grammatical errors when you do, please.”

“Now that is something I can’t promise.”

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[Saturday, 8:47 PM]

“Okay, ready?” You shout to your boyfriend from the en suite bathroom. “Are your eyes still closed?”

“Yeah!” Johnny shouts back, back resting against the pillows that line the bed’s headboard with his eyes shut. He’s in nothing but his underwear — something you requested for tonight.

Emerging from the bathroom, you carefully climb onto your shared bed. You sit on your knees, facing your boyfriend. A nervous bubble forms in the pit of your stomach before you tell him to open his eyes.

Johnny’s eyes flutter open, jaw dropping at the sight of you in a raunchy two piece white lace lingerie set that you paired with a white wedding veil you got from a friend’s bachelorette party. 

“Wow,” he breathes — for the first time, you’ve rendered him speechless.

“Okay, I will admit maybe the veil is too much but,” you pause, getting on all fours to lean in and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek. “I think it sort of ties it together. Don’t you think so?”

He absentmindedly nods his head, too distracted by the way the delicate fabric wraps around your body perfectly — almost like it was meant for you and only you.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when your lips press against his. His breath hitches before he pulls  away shyly — his head spinning as blood rushes straight to his cock.

“What’s wrong?” You pout, heart sinking. “You don’t like it?” 

“No!” He gives you a small chuckle. “I love it, I really, really do. I think I love it a little too much.” He looks down at his crotch, the fabric tenting above his erection. 

You lick your lips, biting down on your bottom lip. “Cute,” you smirk before you straddle his lap, his shaft pushing against your clit. Your lips hover over his — a mischievous smirk pulling on the corner of your mouth before you slowly move your hips against him. 

“I love you,” Johnny mumbles, his hands guiding your hips. “You have no idea how much I love you.” 

“Yeah?” You giggle. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me?” 

Johnny cups the back of your neck to pull you into a hard kiss. He gropes every crevice of your body — his rough hands sliding over your exposed skin. He mouths the crook of your neck, licking and sucking your skin to ensure marks appear the next day.

In one swift move, you’re under him. He quickly removes the only fabric he has left on his body and the tip of his painfully hard cock presses against your clit. 

Johnny licks his index and middle finger before pushing aside the fabric and circles your sensitive bud — surprised at how wet you are. He dips both fingers inside of you, slowly pumping his digits into your soaking hole. His movements gradually speed up and his palm slaps against your needy bud. The squelches of your wetness mixed with his movements fill the room and a string of moans to part your lips.

Johnny’s jaw falls as he watches you squirm under him, enjoying every second of it — the way your eyes roll back, the way your back arches that makes his fingers move deeper inside you, the way your fingers dig into his wrists thinking you could muster the strength to slow him down.

“Cum on my fingers baby,” he orders through clenched teeth. “Give it to me.” 

An overwhelming sense of pleasure washes over you that has your heart pounding against your chest and your thighs quivering from bliss.

Johnny’s movements slow, giving your sensitive clit a few rubs before aligning his tip with your entrance. 

“Do you still want me to keep the promise I made?” He asks, referring to the first time you gave him a blowjob.

“I’d be upset if you don’t,” you giggle. “Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve been waiting for this.” 

With your permission, Johnny slowly fills you with his cock — he hisses as he feels your pussy grip around him. 

Your nails dig crescent shape indents into his forearm as he sinks deeper into you, face burning with heat. 

When he finally bottoms out, he presses gentle kisses against your cheek right before he sharply snaps his hips into you causing you to cry out in pleasure at the sudden sensation. 

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re craving it,” he warns through gritted teeth. “ Every night.” Each word is punctuated with a brutal thrust into you. 

“P-Please,” you manage to let out, feeling your cunt continue to drip from arousal.

Johnny grips your waist, his hips ruthlessly striking against your skin.

“Baby,” you whimper, pushing your palm against his abs. 

He smirks down at you, pinning your wrist against your stomach. “You said don’t hold back,” he grunts. “I’m doing what you asked.” He pushes your knees to your chest, your legs hanging over a shoulder as he bends forward — his mouth hovering over yours.

“Want me to stop?” He asks.

“No!” You quickly retort. 

“Want me to go slower?” 

“No…” you shyly reply. 

“What do you want?”

“To make you proud.”

You’ve piqued your boyfriend’s interest. “And how are you going to do that?” He questions with a wicked grin.

“Take it like a good girl.” 

Johnny doesn’t say it, but he finds it absolutely fascinating how you manage to make him speechless when it’s usually the other way around. Instead, he hungrily rams into you while watching you chase your high. 

His pelvis hits your clit repeatedly as his cock’s head kisses your g-spot with every single thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, hands on either side of Johnny’s neck, holding him close to you. “I’m gonna -”

“I know,” he chuckles.

Your face grows hot and your skin prickles. There’s a fire in your abdomen and you feel yourself losing what’s left of your composure. You attempt to cover your face only to have Johnny pin your wrists to the sides of your face. 

“It’s not nice to cover your face,” he scolds. “Especially when you’re so fucking pretty when you’re about to cum. Go on baby, cum on my cock. Make me fucking proud.” 

You quickly come undone, every muscle in your body tightens and you begin to see stars as Johnny fucks you through your intense orgasm. 

“There you go,” he coos. “That’s my girl.” 

Your body goes weak as you look up at your boyfriend with a cock drunk smile dancing on your lips. “Please cum inside of me,” you beg, bringing your hands to cup his jaw. 

You watch as Johnny’s eyes darken at your words. He recklessly thrusts into you, balls harshly slapping against your ass. Johnny mutters incoherent nonsense when his hips stutter before you feel something warm fill you up.

“F-fuck!” He chokes out before you pull him down to your lips, muffling his cries as he empties himself inside of you. 

His body collapses next to you, panting as he attempts to catch his breath. Johnny weakly pulls himself up to give you a tender kiss against your temple before he falls onto his back again.

“Promise me something,” he lets out. 

“Anything,” you reply as you place your hands on your stomach.

“Promise me you’ll marry me.” He swallows hard before turning his head to look at you. 

You turn your head to look at him. Your eyes scan his expression before you give him a small smile. “I promise.”

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‘ CONVINCING ’ | nakamoto yuta

synopsis : the one where you managed to convince your ex that you were now dating one of the most popular students on campus, player for the basketball varsity, yuta.

genre/s : one-shot smau, university au, fluff, a whisper of fake dating, gn!reader

also contains : a toxic ex, cursing

from reese, with love <3 saw these pictures of yuta and i just knew i had to use em for an smau >_<

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❛ spiked ❜

pairing : nakamoto yuta x gn!reader genre : office au, fluff, drabble wc : 0.78k

the office christmas party is in full swing. at least, you declared that it was the second a very drunk johnny started dancing on top of the conference room tables with jaehyun and doyoung egging him on. you shake your head at the sight before moving to the refreshments table, where you find yuta leaning haphazardly on the wall, red solo cup in hand.

his eyes seemed to follow you as you made your way towards him, trailing up and down the entirety of your figure without a single hint of reluctance. 

“hey yuta…” you greet him, extending the very last syllable of his name with a nervous tone of voice.

he smiles at you, the corners of his mouth lazily spreading outwards as he drapes an arm around your shoulders, “yn! if it isn’t my favorite person in the office- wait no, the building- wait no, the entire world!”

yuta’s voice is loud, booming across the entirety of the room; if it weren’t for the cheesy holiday remixes that played over the speakers, everyone would have heard him. it doesn’t take long for you to register the way some of his words slurred, or the way his breath reeked of alcohol.

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❛ in a daze ❜

pairing : johnny suh x reader genre : non-idol + roommates au, pure fluff, drabble wc : 0.75k also contains : one swear word + food mention

last night, johnny had a dream where he kissed you, his roommate, and he genuinely forgot how to function.

it felt so real, almost unbelievably so. there you were : standing just a couple of feet away from him, with that small smile on your face that always made him unexplainably giggly, and you were moving closer. and closer. just until your face was inches from his, and your hand was on his cheek. a gust of wind blows past between the two of you and he feels the warm rays of the sun on his bare arms. your lips barely brushed against his, your eyes fluttered shut, and all he could do is hold his breath and hear the beating of his heart ringing in his ears. time stopped when he finally feels your lips on his.

but of course, his alarm had to remind him that he had a meeting waiting for him at eight in the morning.

now here he is, absentmindedly pouring milk into a bowl of cereal, desperately trying to recall every single moment of that dream. the only thing that snaps him out of his train of thought is your fingers repeatedly snapping in front of his face.

“you’re spilling milk all over the kitchen counter.”

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' DEAR JOHN(NY) ' | s. johnny

synopsis : the one where you make a tweet than sends your bf into a slight panic pairing : johnny suh x gn!reader genre/s : one-shot smau, non-idol au, fluff

from reese, with love <3

just the quickest little one-shot in honor of speak now tv !! hehe hope u enjoyed reading, i'd love to know what you think !

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God how i wish youd write a single father johnny

Why is this a whole scenario 😭

Also happy new year, everybody. This ended up being the first fic of the year and I'm not mad about that 🙊

Shout out to @sehunniepotwrites for giving the idea of this scenario and holding my hand through the emotions. I love you 💖

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Summary: You had to fill in for your elder sister at her daughter's PTA. While your niece was busy playing, you ended up befriending a cute little boy who likes reptiles.

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: indirect mention of death

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(Y/N) waved at her niece from under the gazebo in an attempt to get her to come eat some of the snacks that had been laid out.

When her sister had told her that she would have to attend her PTA when she was watching her daughter for the week, she had expected a small evening where teachers filled in on the child's progress. What more could a toddler require, after all.

Instead the school organises a day where the guardians can watch their children walk around and interact with other children.

It was to 'see what the school had done for the child. Not what the child has done for the school', as Hope's teacher had put it.

Hope, her niece, who was currently running around the generous lawn with her classmates. Dotted across the edges of the lawns were other parents and guardians like her, watching their kids while they sipped on lemonade and occasionally spoke to one of the teachers passing by.

Private School was a different place, (Y/N) thought.

After getting tired of standing in the same place, she ventured out to walk across the compound to see all the things the school claimed to provide its students.

Just as she was crossing the green house, (Y/N) saw a lone boy sitting on the steps as he dug a small patch of soil up with a stick. He looked up when he heard approaching footsteps, curious eyes gazing at her.

"Why are you sitting here all by yourself?" She asked the boy as he focused his attention back to the ground. He just shrugged as he resumed poking the ground. "Have you eaten anything? Do you want a cookie?" She asked again, offering the cookies she had in the small bag in her hand.

"I'm sorry, my dad told me not to take anything from a stranger. Thank you very much though." He told her.

"Okay." (Y/N) smiled at the boy's considerate response. "I'm Hope's aunt. You're in her class, right?"

The boy looked up then, putting a hand over his eyes and squinting a little to get a better look.

"Hope's right, you are very pretty." He looked back to the floor, "Is it true that you wrote that book in our class? About the hippo?"

(Y/N) laughed, giving him a nod. "Yes, I did."

"My dad reads me the Mr. Dragon book too. Hope said you wrote that too." He gave her a smile. "He's my favourite."

(Y/N) took a few steps closer, "You don't find lizards scary?" He shook his head at the ground.

"Only the venomous ones." He answered absent-mindedly.

"I love reptiles." She told him, an endearing smile growing on her lips.

"I know. Hope told me you also have a pet iguana." He looked up again with a smile, "Is he cute?"

"He's adorable." She smiled, "Hope and you are friends?" She questioned and the boy nodded.

"When her dad died, I told her she could share my dad. He told me once that he really wanted to give me a little sister so." He swayed his legs, dropping his stick to give her his full attention.

(Y/N) blushed at what clearly was private information, giving the boy a nod. "That's very sweet of you. Hope was very sad when that happened. So thank you for offering her that."

"Do you mind if I have that cookie now?" The boy asked shyly." She smiled and walked up to him, sitting down beside him and offering him the bag.

"I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." She told him when he took the bag.

"I'm Suh Yoonjae." He answered, extending his hand out to her in what she realised was a handshake.

"You have such good manners, Yoonjae. It's very nice to meet you." She shook his hand back.

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Johnny had finished talking to Yoonjae's teacher minutes ago. Yet he stood at the refreshment stand, being bombarded with questions. It was usually the worst part about PTA meetings. Having to talk about why Yoonjae's mother stopped coming without sounding explicitly bitter was a genuine task for Johnny the more of these he attended.

Eventually, Johnny lost patience, telling all the parents surrounding him that he had to go look for his son to give him his juice and snacks.

He walked around a little before he spotted Yoonjae in front of the green house, sitting next to someone who was reading something out from her phone. He walked up to them, assuming that she must have been a new teacher.

"Dada!" Yoonjae looked up as Johnny's shadow fell on him. Johnny paused, absolutely surprised by the large smile on his son's face. "It's the Mr. Dragon lady! She said she's writing one about a dinosaur and she'll name it Jae after me!" He giggled, eyes disappearing into his cheeks from his wide grin.

Johnny couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him so happy. Ever since his mother gave away all her custody to Johnny, Yoonjae had been quiet and very reclusive.

Johnny turned to the woman just as she turned to give him a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, he was sitting here by himself so I wanted to give him some company, I hope you don't mind. My niece is in Yoonjae's class." She explained.

"Yes Dada! Hope shares you with me, right? Now I can share her aunt too." He grinned at his father before turning that back to the women.

"Oh, you're Hope's aunt." Johnny nodded as he pursed a grin, stepping just a little closer so his shadow could fall on her and he could get a look at her face. "Her mom has mentioned you a few times."

"Yes," She stood up from the steps, extending her hand out. "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I write and illustrate children's books. Which is what your son meant by Mr. Dragon lady." She pointed back at Yoonjae.

Johnny smiled at her, reaching his own hand out. "I'm John Suh. I work in advertising." He shook her hand, noting how soft it was. "I can't believe I'm meeting the woman who's written my son's favourite book. I'm almost feeling a little starstruck." He grinned when she blushed.

"That's very kind of him to do and extremely kind of you to say." She gave him a shy smile while her eyes scanned his face intently, still shaking his hand for a moment longer before realising and pulling away, blush deepening. Johnny grinned a little wider.

"Where's Hope's mom?" He asked, "We were supposed to have a playdate for the kids this weekend but I haven't heard from her."

"Oh." (Y/N)'s eyes went a little wide, "Well my sister is on a business trip and she's not back till next week. I'm taking care of Hope till then." She shrugged.

"So Hope can't come this Saturday to play?" Yoonjae's voice made her look down, not realising that he was there. He looked up at her with disappointed eyes, clutching on his dad's trousers harder.

"I mean, I could always bring her." She told the boy, who's eyes lit up.

"Let's not bother Miss (Y/L/N) like this, Jae." Johnny reached down to take the boys hands in his.

"It's not a bother!" She said immediately. "I'm working on a book right now so I'm always home anyway. In fact, why don't you bring Yoonjae over to mine so he can meet Cleo, my Lizard." She smiled at Yoonjae.

He squeezed Johnny's hand immediately, a silent and excited plea.

"I don't want to bother you." Johnny said sheepishly.

"No bother at all. Poor Hope has to play by herself all day when I get busy. You'll be doing us a favour by bringing him along."

"Can we go, Dada?" He tugged at Johnny's arm, and looking down at his child's eager face made Johnny give in. The moment he nodded at him, Yoonjae grinned.

"I'm going to go look for Hope and tell her." He told his father, walking away towards the playing group of kids.

"Thank you for doing this." Johnny told (Y/N) once they were by themselves. "He's been a little low recently because he can't see his mother anymore." Johnny paused, realising that he was volunteering information that was otherwise coaxed from him.

"Oh," She looked down at the ground, "Are you recently divorced?"

"No." He said immediately, "I've been divorced for a while now. Yoonjae's mother just recently gave me full custody of him. He's too young to understand anything though. For him it just looks like his mom abandoned him. I'm hoping that he'd understand one day, at least." Johnny smiled to himself. He hoped he'd understand it too.

They both turned to the sound of their names being called, facing the sight of two toddlers trying their best to run to them.

"This is the happiest I've seen him in a while." Johnny hummed. "I really do appreciate that, Miss (Y/L/N)." He turned to her, catching her smile at what he assumed was her niece approaching.

"Don't worry about it please. It's just one date." She pursed a smile that she turned to aim at him.

"I should give you my number. We can coordinate later." He announced to her with purpose.

"Okay, Mr. Suh." She reached into her bag to take her phone out.

"Is Yoonjae really coming to play with us, (Y/N)?" Hope came and tugged on her coat, smiling when she gave her a nod in return. "You too, Mr. Johnny? She turned to him.

"If your aunt will have me, of course." He winked at Hope, earning a short giggle.

Hope tugged on (Y/N) coat as she wondered about something, "Mom said Mr. Johnny is so handsome that she wanted you to meet him." Hope turned to (Y/N) with innocent purpose. "Do you think he's handsome, (Y/N)?" She asked.

(Y/N) blushed at the extremely blunt question, making Johnny bite the inside of his cheek— in anticipation for the answer he realised.

She turned to look at him, scanning his face with the same intent gaze as before. He felt his cheeks warm a little from the scrutiny. After a good look over, she looked back down. When her eyes met Hope's still expectant one, she let out a flustered laugh.

"He is." She nodded, now failing to look back up at him. "Your mom is, as always, right." Both of them giggled at what he assumed was an inside joke.

"Dada can we take Bugsy too?" Yoonjae asked about his favourite plushie, shuffling his feet in anticipation.

"Taking advantage of your old man's mood, are we now?" Johnny poked at Yoonjae's neck, making him giggle and squirm. "Okay, we can." He nodded, making both the kids clap eagerly.

Johnny watched the exchange with a warmer heart than he had in a long time. Looking up to give (Y/N) a smile that she returned with equal warmth.

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stranger + kiss cam = ?

fluff, strangers to ? / w.c: 1k / sorry if here’s any mistakes

If regret could kill, you would definitely be dead.

At this moment, you found yourself in a stadium full of strangers, understanding absolutely nothing about a baseball game happening right in front of you,just because you agreed to go on a date with an annoying guy you had matched with on Tinder.

Your conversations on the app had been nice. He seemed like the kind of guy you would get along with really well. It was your first date with him and you had even bought a Chicago Cubs shirt to impress. But when you got there, you found out he had invited some friends and was treating you like trash. If you asked him something, he would reply with an impatient tone. If he went to buy a drink, he wouldn’t offer you one. And the worst part? He made a joke about you just to seem funny in front of his friends.

You thought about going home, but the game had just started and you figured you might still have a good time. However, your face said otherwise.

"You don’t seem to like baseball very much, do you?" A deep voice startled you, grabbing your attention. You were about to say something but found yourself a bit mesmerized by the man standing beside you. He was also wearing a Chicago Cubs shirt, along with a team cap. He was tall, had piercing honey-colored eyes and a charming smile that could win over everyone in that stadium.

"Hello? Anyone there?" he said playfully, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Oh, hi?"

The man chuckled softly, as if he had noticed how lost you were. "You don’t exactly look thrilled for someone in the middle of one of the most important games of the season."

"The problem isn’t the game." You pointed toward the guy on your left, who seemed to have completely forgotten about you.

"Let me guess: boyfriend?"

You quickly shook your head. "First and last date. I don’t know much about baseball, but since I’m here, I should try to have some fun, right?"

"Then I’ll make sure you have fun here."

"But you don’t even know me…" you said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at the handsome stranger.

That’s when he extended his hand, flashing another one of those breathtaking smiles that made you momentarily forget how to breathe.

"Johnny."

You hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

"There, now we know each other."

Watching the game with a stranger—who you now knew by name—wasn’t in your plans, but it turned out to be much better than you expected.

Johnny was fun and explained things whenever you looked confused. You worried about bothering him, but he kept insisting he was enjoying your company. During a break, he even bought hot dogs and beer, asking if you wanted anything—unlike your so-called date, who had completely forgotten you existed.

You two had small conversations, Johnny made jokes that were actually funny (and not awkward) and you even took pictures of him—some of them featuring Johnny pulling silly faces while eating his hot dog, making you laugh at the whole situation.

During a pause at the game, the famous kiss cam started.

You laughed at the exaggerated ways some couples kissed, while Johnny whistled and clapped.

Suddenly, the camera landed on the two of you.

It took a moment for both of you to realize that your faces were now on the giant screens of the stadium. The person beside Johnny gave him a little nudge, encouraging him to kiss you.

You heard your date mumble something—he had finally remembered your existence—but your eyes were locked onto the man beside you. Johnny was looking at you too, silently asking for permission.

Nodding your head, you gave it.

The moment your lips met, his hands cupped your cheeks while one of his large hands rested on your nape, pulling you closer.

The crowd's cheers faded into the background. For a few seconds, you both forgot you were being watched by thousands of people.

His touch was gentle, making you crave more. When Johnny’s tongue touched yours, you felt like you could float right then and there.

The only thing that made you pull away was the lack of air—your image had disappeared from the big screen long ago.

You were about to say something to Johnny when your date demanded an explanation. Johnny seemed ready to respond, but you stopped him, a small smile on your lips that silently said, I got this.

“I’ll explain everything. You acted like a jerk, treated me like trash, ignored me completely to hang out with your friends and now you want an explanation? You deserve nothing more than to be dumped, you pathetic piece of shit. Now, excuse me, I’m going to spend time with a real man—not a piece of garbage like you."

Your date looked stunned by your words, ready to fight with you, but his friends quickly pulled him away, preventing any further drama.Johnny grinned at you, clearly impressed. "Do you always put bullies in their place like that?"

"That guy? A bully?" you laughed. "I think we should forget about him and focus on the game, don’t you?"

The game ended. Chicago Cubs lost to Dodgers.

Johnny offered you a ride home and you accepted. Once you reached your building, you turned to the man who had completely turned your day around.

“My mom always told me not to talk to strangers, but that was the best thing I did today. Thanks for saving me."

Johnny chuckled, taking your hand in his. "If you really want to thank me, let me take you on a real date."

"Hmmm." You pretended to think for a moment. "How about this? You give me your number, we talk a bit more and then we figure out our first date. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, but…" Johnny kept stroking your hand, leaning in slightly. His voice turned deeper, making you shiver.

"Do I have to wait until our first date to get another kiss like that one?"

"Of course not." And for the second time that day, you kissed. This time, it was slower, as if you were both exploring every little part of each other, savoring every second of it.

Who would’ve thought that a date that started so badly would end in the best way possible?

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Moving In

Summary: Early morning of moving in and your new friendly neighbour.

WC: 922

Warnings: none

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She waited at the door, watching as four men hauled her new couch up to her floor at last. She winced at the grunts they let out from the weight. As they began dragging it closer, a corner accidentally bumped into the wall opposite her apartment. Grimacing, she let out a string of apologies to the men, pushing her door further back to give them as much space as they needed.

Probably a glaring disadvantage of leasing an apartment this high up was just how many stairs it took to get to it. She mumbled an apology again when the men finally began turning to bring the sofa into the apartment.

A soft sigh left her when the large object fit through her door without any hassle. Unexpectedly, the sound of the neighbour's door opening made her turn, realising that the bump was probably too loud inside the apartment.

The door opened to reveal a man in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, her gaze dragged up his wide torso to his face. She bit her cheek.

"Sorry for the loud noises so early on a Saturday morning." She gave the man a sheepish smile. He just shook his head in return, looking her over for himself before he leaned against his door frame.

"No worries, I was already awake anyway." He crossed his arms over his chest, giving her an amiable smile.

Her eyes settled on the way his sleeves stretched once his arms were folded, digging into the crevices of his biceps.

"Early riser," Her brows twitched in humour, "I suppose I'd have to encounter one of you eventually." She pulled back her growing smirk with a retrospective purse.

In response, the man's smile grew more indulgent, "Glad to be a first." He stood up from his position, walking across the hall in long strides before he stood in front of her. Her eyes slowly travelled up his frame, his shadow engulfing her.

"Nice to meet you, " The man smiled as his chin dropped to meet her halfway, eyes glinting like he knew what she was thinking— or like he shared the sentiment. "I'm Johnny." He extended his hand to her. "Your new friendly neighbour."

She stared as his hair fell over his eyes, making her swallow dry before finally looking down to take his hand in hers.

"I'm (Y/N). Your neighbour who usually sleeps through the day." She admitted with a shrug. He looked amused at the idea.

"I'm a surgeon so there are plenty of days when I do that too." He confessed with the same shrug.

"Oh? So you're the man I need to come to when the internet tells me my headache is a brain tumour?"

"Well," He winced, finally letting her hand go and making her realise that it was in his hold all this while. "I'm a thoracic surgeon so I'd have to refer you to someone for that." He clicked his tongue in mock regret. "But if you ever have chest pains," His pursed lips gave way to a smile that made his eyes glint. "Then I'm all yours." His, now glimmering gaze, remained shadowed by his hair.

"I'll keep that in mind. People in my profession are always at the risk of dying young. It could just be a heart attack."

"Chef?" He asked, nodding with real sincerity.

The confidence in the assertion made a short, incredulous, laugh leave her lips, an initial contortion of her face before the breathy laugh sounded.

"Close." She shook her index finger at him, "I'm a writer."

"Oh," He cocked his head like the information caught his attention. "Have I read anything by you?"

"That depends on what you usually read." She relaxed further into the conversation.

"I don't really read anything outside of medical journals. But it's a great thing to say to a writer isn't it?" He grinned, making her laugh a little more audibly this time and she gave him a nod. Johnny grinned at the reaction.

He looked up, making her turn to where he looked just as one of the men delivering the sofa walked up to her with a clipboard.

"I'll leave you to moving in. Let me know if you need any help." His words made her turn back to him. "Or if you want some company for your first meal in an empty apartment." He said with slippery ease, a part of her almost impressed by it.

"I'll keep that in mind. Though," She pursed a mischievous smile, taking the clipboard from the man when he shuffled beside her. She looked away from Johnny to sign on the form, taking her time to look back up. "There's something exhilarating about having your first meal alone in an empty apartment that's all yours." She gave him a dazzling smile that made him grin wider despite the covert rejection of his blatant proposal.

"I can't argue with that." He conceded, turning to look at the delivery man, "Right?" He asked, clicking his tongue when the man nodded in agreement. "See you around. Hopefully, the exhilaration gives in soon." He took a step back, giving her a final, gorgeous smile before turning back with delay.

When he finally shut his door, she turned to the man who looked in a deep thought interrupted by her.

"The apartment's definitely worth it." He said like he just reached the conclusion himself, pointing behind him into her new home with a nod of approval. She gave the man a grateful, albeit amused smile.

[defchwimeow]

➪ fluff // johnny suh x reader

“i’m not playing truth or dare” + “how much did you drink.”

✰ prompt list

“Pleaseeee.”

“Get offa me you’re heavy!” He throws himself over you, arms haphazardly draped along your shoulders as he keeps just enough weight off of you to prevent the two of you from tumbling down. “Johnny, stoppp”

“Truth or dare.” His tone is light, teasing and mischievous chased with a rasp that has your heart pounding.

“I’m not playing truth or dare.” You drag the two of you along, heading towards the direction of the train station in hopes of escaping Johnny as soon as possible.

“Aw c’mon, truth or dare?” He sings into your ear.

“Be honest, how much did you drink?” You know the answer, a few beers and a couple shots, just enough to have him in that perfect combination of annoying and endearing.

One of your favorite sides of him.

“Not enough, you can ask me, I pick dare.”

“I dare you to stop using me as a crutch.” You shove at him again, finally able to breathe as he pulls away and leaves you trying not to miss his warmth.

Immediately you start walking again, trying to ignore the bittersweet taste of yearning building on the back of your tongue.

“Boring~” He catches up easily with his stupidly long legs, nudging you softly with his elbow. “So what’s your choice.”

“Ugh, truth.” Hoping that it’ll be enough for him to actually get bored of this little game.

“Hmm.” He stops suddenly, waiting u til you turn to face him with a questioning look. “You like me.”

“What?” Your chest tightens as a heat swirls in your cheeks, eyes darting around his face in search of some sort of tell he’s just messing with you. “That’s not…that’s not a question.”

“But it’s the truth, right?”

There’s an almost unsettling silence, a chill crawling up your spine at his words— at the intensity in his eyes.

“Truth or dare?” You whisper after a few more painful seconds of staring at each other.

“Dare.” He takes a step towards you, hands coming up to hover over your waist, only letting them land when you lean in towards him.

“Kiss me.”

[defchwimeow]

dry house, wet clothes

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 dry house, wet clothes

pairing. johnny suh x afab!reader x jeong jaehyun genre. angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn (for jaehyun), friends to lovers (for johnny) warnings. swearing, mentions of drinking, kissing, smut tags will be added when it applies. big miscommunication trope, it is what it is. it’s so much angst i’m so sorry word count. 9,721

plot. the four of you have spent years building the world around you, your friendship, your weekends together hidden in jaehyun’s loft. you, mark, johnny and jaehyun. shaking the foundation of that by being in love with your best friend, jaehyun, is a risk you’ve never been confident enough to take. but, johnny suh is confident and johnny suh has been known to shake the world around you.

other’s mentioned. slight himbo mark lee <3, various other nct members (eventually)

author’s note. it’s taken me two years to write this. this is only part one/chapter one, so hold tight for updates! hopefully i’ll be able to post every monday, but we’ll see! enjoy part one :)

taglist (open). @xiaojunsdino

playlist. here !

You woke up to the sound of rain on the roof from above and, from the corner of the room, soft music coming out like a whisper from a forgotten speaker. You were tangled in him and him and him. One arm looped in his, your head resting on his shoulder, his head on your stomach; three sets of staggered snores mingling, mixing with the tap tap tap of raindrops, the guitars and synths and drums of the music to create a familiar symphony.

A fall morning in the loft.

The glass panes of the roof, the ones installed three summers before, swept the raindrops away and down off the side of the house. They found the glass of the windows there, slipping, slipping, slipping to continue their descent to the gutter, then the ground. You watched, idle hands in his hair, tangled in a mess of loose curls.

The music hiccuped, a new song began. You blinked, eyes still too bleary, mind still in a state close to sleep, close to numb. He didn’t move, neither did he or he. Save for the rain and your fingertips, everything remained still. It was your most cherished time; not silence, but comfortable and quiet chaos amongst them.

The world wouldn’t move if you didn’t, you’d convinced yourself, if they didn’t.

So, you would stay still until his shoulder shifted beneath your heavy head. Until he’d grumbled something, in a voice laced with sleep and worn from the night before, about the weight. He didn’t actually mind, and he would never tell you, but he found nights when your head didn’t keep his shoulder in place to be restless.

You wouldn’t budge until he flexed his hand, let the stretch of his fingers move up to his forearm, his bicep, his shoulder to pull away from you. He always worried he got too close, always worried he’d taken up too much of your space. Any space you sacrificed was worth seeing his sleepy smile when he said, “Good morning.”

You would hold your breath, control it and calm it and monitor every yawn, until he lifted his head without opening his eyes and smiled, broad and brilliant. Only then would you stretch your aching bones and wake yourself fully.

This stage, this limbo in the rain and the early morning light that tried to break through it, was too precious to surrender.

You counted the seconds between snores, hummed lightly to the music and recounted the evening before; the bottles, the unbridled laughter, more bottles and the stars. Always the stars, always above you, always shining.

The memories of the night mixed and warped with your dreams, in your willfully sleepy state it was too hard to discern between the two. Counting stars: memory. Running, running, running: dream. His fingertips tracing constellations into the skin of your arm: memory. No, dream.

You looked at him, soft and snoring in a pile of blankets, pillows and limbs intertwining. He moved first, one by one his fingers let go of yours and stretched as wide as possible. He rolled his wrist and pulled his fingers back into a fist, letting them crack. As soon as he had let go, his fingers slipped back between yours and held tight, as they had all night. He unraveled every part of his body still holding onto you, a sigh leaving his lips when he was done.

You didn’t know if he knew you were looking, awake and waiting, but he took his time.

You let him.

When he opened his eyes, the very last step in his stirring, he saw you. Your faces had inched closer together in the night, and after you’d both turned your heads there was little space left. He didn’t flinch even the slightest, only blinked and mumbled, “Am I crowding you?”

You squeezed his hand, “You’re not.”

Jaehyun smiled, scooting back a bit anyway but not letting go; never letting go, “Good morning.”

You didn’t say it back, you didn’t have the chance to. He wiggled his shoulder underneath your head while his feet pushed the blankets covering him from his body. Johnny groaned through a yawn, “I can’t feel my arm.”

“Good.” You laughed.

“Good.” He mocked, lifting up your head and rolling out from under you. He sat up, arms stretched out wide, up and up and up towards the slipping raindrops and back down. Rolling his head back once, twice, he looked at you, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, everyone.” He lifted his head, a lazy grin warming the determined gloom of the morning. He rested his chin on your stomach, patting his fingers lazily on the sliver of exposed skin there, “How’d you sleep?”

You grinned back, ruffling his hair. He was the youngest of the four of you and it showed, especially in the morning when his face was swollen and round, “Just fine. How about you, Mark?”

Mark’s answer came out more like a grunt as he rolled over away from you and stretched, “I could have used a pillow. Johnny took all of them.”

“I had two of them.” Johnny disagreed, “Jaehyun had one under his feet.”

“Because I was half on the mattress and half on the floor.” Jaehyun laughed. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand, the other arm flopped over his eyes like the conversation had already worn him out enough to sleep again, “What time is it?.”

“I don’t know where my phone is.” You grumbled, writhing and wriggling your bones awake, now that Mark wasn’t resting on you. You squeezed Jaehyun’s hand before letting go, pushing yourself to sit up.

Jaehyun lifted his arm, only briefly, to look at you. His hand suddenly felt cold, felt empty, felt like the morning that greeted the four of you. He covered his eyes once more, flexing his fingers again before putting his newly free hand over his heart.

“Your stomach grumbles a lot when you sleep. Did you know that?” Mark poked at your stomach, a sleepy but content grin on his face. You smacked his hand away, he yawned, “Does mine do that?”

His yawn was contagious, but you answered through your own, “I don’t know, Mark. We’ll switch spots next time and I’ll find out.”

“Absolutely not.” Johnny chided, “Mark’s head is bigger than yours.”

“Then we’ll rotate.”

“Why would we rotate?”

You tilted your head, “Why wouldn’t we rotate?”

“I don’t want his drool on me.”

Mark grumbled, slipping on his sweatshirt, “I don’t drool.”

“He doesn’t drool.”

Johnny said, “Of course he drools.”

Mark nudged you, “I don’t drool, do I?”

“Not on me.” You assured him.

Jaehyun sighed, loudly and exaggerated and cutting off your temporary tiff with Johnny, “I still don’t know what time it is, but I know it’s too early for this.”

Johnny stood up first, picking up his phone and the speaker. He didn’t make any changes to the music - soft, melancholy but in a way that felt comfortable- he only brought the speaker closer, to the edge of the large mattress in the middle of the floor, “It’s nine o’clock.”

“I have to get home.” Mark yawned.

Johnny pocketed his phone, “Me too. Are we doing something later?”

He waited for an answer that was inevitable. A nod from Jaehyun, a noncommittal shrug from Mark, a thumbs up from you. All three came in a ripple, which was enough for Johnny to stand up again and gather his things. Mark followed, the two of them scuffling around the mess, the mattress, each other. Jaehyun scooted until he was fully on the mattress and you wondered, as you always did, why he always sacrificed his comfort in his own home.

“Mark, text me when you get home.” You raised your hand to cup around your mouth, calling out over the thundering rain booming through the open door. Mark was halfway out the door, but he nodded. Johnny waited and waited and expectantly waited, “You too, John.”

Then they were gone; backpack and a jacket over their heads, boisterous and bouncing down the stairs of the loft, scampering down the street. Not slipping like the raindrops, but stomping through the puddles. You watched them as long as you could, as long as they were in your line of sight from the mattress, not ready to move yet. It took a moment, but a layer of fog took over the window and their usually towering bodies turned into specks. You looked away, then. Looked at Jaehyun, looked at the mess. You flopped back down on the mattress, a quiet huff of air slipping past your lips.

The rain came down; it didn’t break, it didn’t offer the morning a chance to breathe.

You could feel Jaehyun next to you, his shoulder just barely touching yours. The silence that didn’t dare interrupt your symphony finally crept in, the rain persisted, but the music and the snoring were long gone. Still, neither one of you moved. It was you and it was Jaehyun and it was your mixed breathing and the rain.

“Jae.”

“Hm.” He hummed, arm lifting once more to peek at you. The way your eyes were shut, the way your face twisted in loops and loops of thought - only some of which you’d ever say out loud. He watched you, he watched the rain on the window behind you, he watched the breath you took in and then he urged, “What is it?”

Your head turned, eyes opening to meet him how you had when he woke up, “Hand.”

Neither one of you had to reach far, neither one of you hesitated. Jaehyun waited, patiently, for whatever you had to say, whatever willed your lips to move and say his name. You watched him, thoughtful and quiet, trying to remember if the touch you felt was based on reality or a dream. You begged your own mind to remember if the slight burning on your arm, the comfortable fire beneath your skin, was from Jaehyun tracing Orion, Draco, Andromeda, Cygnus as you fell asleep.

After a while, you shook your head and looked skyward - back to the rain, “You’re my best friend.”

He nodded, repeated your actions and words, “You’re my best friend.”

“Do you ever feel nostalgic for the times that it was just the two of us up here?” You laughed, squeezing his hand. He’d take it as a joke and you meant it as a joke. Even having known a life before, you could not and did not want to imagine one without Johnny and Mark. So much of who the four of you were was rooted in each other, your coexistence. Still, you sighed, “Do you ever miss it?”

Jaehyun took a moment. He replied, “It’s just the two of us right now. There’s always time for that, always will be. So, no. But, the mattress did seem bigger, then.”

You laughed. He loved the sound, so he laughed too.

Like the sun was waiting for that cue, that sound to latch on to and pull itself through the clouds, it shone. Bright, much brighter than the stars, and filling the room for as long as the break in clouds would allow. A brief intermission of light.

You both watched the beams of sunlight; how they kissed the walls, the floorboards. You both thought about those times, the memories that seemed like a lifetime ago; the loft in its infancy, the loft on your tenth birthday and his eleventh and your twelfth. Jaehyun’s dad putting up a tent in the middle of the room on nights when weather conditions were poor and you both were so determined; persistent like the rain. You thought of reading, strewn across the mattress stealing glances at Jaehyun while he played a melody on the keyboard in the corner. He thought of the same melody, any melody, every melody; how you’d hum along to the ones you knew, ask him about the ones you didn’t, move to the music either way.

You both thought. It was easier to just think, to remember. You were too tired, still, to move and make new memories. A quiet moment was just as nice, between the two of you.

“I think I’m still tired.” You told him.

He said, “You were stirring a lot.”

“I’m sorry, Jae.”

“You don’t need to be.” He reached over his head, to the spot where Johnny’s head had been resting on two pillows and grabbed for them both. Jaehyun put one under his head, offering the other to you, “Go back to sleep for a while. We’ve got time.”

So, you did. Your fingers wrapped around the pillow, but you dropped it behind you - a safety net if you rolled away - and scooted closer to Jaehyun. He breathed out a laugh, looping his arm around you and holding onto your waist. One of your hands wrapped around his waist, fingers stroking his side lazily and the other held your own heart, willing it to beat softer, slower, inconspicuously. With his free hand, he pulled a blanket over the two of you. Jaehyun didn’t lift his hand, only started tracing patterns into your skin; Orion, Draco, Andromeda, Cygnus. Constellations: memory.

“The stars aren’t out.” You mumbled, already drifting.

Jaehyun pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Sleep.”

He held his lips there, unmoving but gently resting. You could feel every small twitch, every breath. The tips of his fingers brushed your skin again, lazy strokes that ignited a calm, comfortable fire just below. Your body shuddered and you hoped Jaehyun didn’t notice. He wouldn’t say it, if he did. The hand on your heart clenched, tensed, grasped for a gentler beat. It didn’t come, it wouldn’t let up.

You fell asleep hearing two hearts beating, loudly, against the chests that held them; yours and Jaehyun’s.

📻

When you woke up for the second time, two things were missing: the rain and Jaehyun.

The sun wasn’t as gentle as the rain had been, waking you up; it was almost violent the way it pried at your eyes, relentless warmth and brightness filling the now silent room. You rustled the blankets Jaehyun had piled on you, pulling yourself up to sit, desperate for any sound. The mess from the night had been tidied, swept away. You swept away the rest of the sleep from your eyes and let out a breath.

You could still feel his kiss on your forehead. It was something so common, so standard for Jaehyun to kiss that exact spot, or your temple, or the top of your head. You’d do the same to him; his cheeks, his nose, pulling him down or standing on your toes to reach the rest. Today, it was another spot on your flesh that burned and burned and burned.

You stood, picking your phone up from the ground just to the right of the mattress. Every inch of your body resisted movement, it fought against you as you stretched upwards, outwards.

The door to the loft opened, “I brought you coffee.”

You looked at him, over your shoulder with a smile he might always adore. Meeting him halfway, you took your drink from him and mumbled, “Thank you.”

“They want to go to a movie later.” Jaehyun told you, “Johnny said something scary.”

Nodding, you took a sip, “How does Mark feel about that?”

Jaehyun only pulled a face; a wince.

You snorted, “What time?”

Jaehyun shrugged, you nodded a second time. Silence filled the room again; a moment to breathe, to let the breeze from the open door cool your forehead, your arms, your mind. You wanted to stand in silence in the autumn air, eyes closed, arms out, just breathing.

You wanted to ask Jaehyun if he felt it too. You’d never had a reason to hide something from him, you’d never been anything but honest with each other. You looked up at him, he looked anywhere but directly at you; sipping, sipping, sipping and breathing. Even if you had the courage, how could you ask him so outright?

You’re my best friend. You always reminded him and he wasn’t the one who needed reminding. You’re my best friend and every time you touch me, I fall apart.

You’re my best friend and every time you look at me all I can think about is your lips, your hands, your - Breathe. You had to breathe. Do you feel it, too?

Gathering your things, sipping your coffee, you said nothing. Jaehyun said nothing, but stood and watched. He stayed silent and you stayed silent. Then you were heading towards the door.

You decided to read him, you’d always been good at that and words were lost, so lost. So, you mumbled a quick goodbye, something about errands, something about seeing him later. With your hand on the doorknob, ready to swing it closed, you turned.

“Jae?” He looked up, smiling - he always smiled like that, “Hand.”

There were only a few steps between you, he overtook that space easily, quickly. Jaehyun laced his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand in his and watching you. Stepping towards him, you swallowed - it had to sound like a gulp, deep and panicked and caught in your throat. You didn’t look up at him, just at your hands, until you raised your head and kissed him. Just the corner of his lips, where they were upturned still, in a smile. A comfortable place between cheek and lips that would surely throw him, if he felt anything like you did.

A peck, a second of contact, felt like an eternity.

You pulled back, watching and waiting for him to do anything, to say anything, to falter and show that he felt anything.

Jaehyun squeezed your hand again: same grin, same grin, same simple, unfaltering grin. He let go and said, “Get home safe. I’ll see you later.”

You nodded, composure surprising you, mind racing. Still, you smiled, mirroring him and letting go of his hand to ruffle his hair, “I’ll see you later, Jae.”

Then you left.

You left, so you didn’t feel how his hands, his body, his heart tensed, then released, shaking. You left so you didn’t see how his face, ears and chest turned red, how he managed to keep it at bay until you’d closed the door. You left, so you didn’t see Jaehyun run his fingers through his hair, pacing and pacing and pacing around the loft, breathing in huffs because he was feeling something that he thought he shouldn’t. You left, so you didn’t hear him curse and groan and yell into his fist until he was hoarse. You left, so you missed all the signs you needed, his hand gently on the corner of his lips, because he was burning.

He willed himself to blame the coffee for the warmth he felt in his hands, in his chest, from his head to his toes. He didn’t want to think about how it was you that caused it. Jaehyun wouldn’t think or say that you were the source of every last bit of warmth he felt, since he met you. He would just sit, for the hours that stretched on and on until he saw you again, and think about how you’d say, “You’re my best friend.”

📻

When you stepped out of your house, next, the sun was setting. Most days, you’d considered the loss of daylight a curse, hating how early the sun went away in the colder months. Today, the sunset was stunning enough to make you forget. Streaks of vibrant orange chased at the softened blue of the day, hurrying it away and tucking the sun in for the night. For a moment, you stood on your doorstep in complete awe.

The vibrant sunset almost felt like an apology for the gloomy morning.

“There you are.” Your heart and stomach switched places for a second, his voice pulling you out of your trance, “Can I walk you?”

Johnny was at your gate, hands in his pockets. He smiled at you, as he always did, like he was moments away from teasing you. You let out a rush of air you’d gasped in and trapped in your lungs, “That was fucking horrifying, Johnny.”

He countered, “Pay more attention.”

“You were hidden.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Did you walk all the way here? From your house?”

“I took a bus.”

“You could’ve texted me.”

“It’s less romantic that way.”

Your eyebrow raised, “You’re trying to be romantic?”

“Not if you keep looking at me like that.” Something like shock, something like confusion. Definitely not the look he wanted to see on someone’s face when he was flirting. Johnny adjusted the beanie on his head, “You want to know something?”

You laughed, “Are you going to tell me even if I say no?”

He took a moment, looking at you but not speaking. So, you took a moment and did the same. It didn’t take long, in the suspended silence, for you to see Johnny was being serious. You’d blame not noticing sooner on the initial jump scare of his presence. Johnny shook his head, laughing and sighing; exaggerated and maybe uncomfortable.

“I think….” He looked up from his feet. He’d only glanced at them for a second, but he wanted to look at you when he said, “I think I like you.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Silence felt entirely wrong, but words were lost. After a while, you asked, “You think?”

Johnny shook his head, the simple action shook away any lingering nerves. He’d made it over the biggest hurdle; telling you. Johnny started to walk down the road, waiting for you to follow and calling over his shoulder, “No, I know I do.”

“You know you like me?” You’d scrambled to fall into stride with him, “Since when?”

He breathed, looking up at the sky, “A while. At least six months.”

“Why tell me now?”

“Two reasons.” Johnny held up two fingers, like you needed a visual representation. The reality was you needed him to slow down; his steps, his confession. Either would do, “The first being that I want you to sit by me at the movie. Second…I don’t know. It just felt right.”

He suddenly came to a halt, your reaction time was delayed, but you followed him and stood still. Johnny grabbed your shoulders and turned you, gently, to look at him. He waited and then leaned down, face inches away and his eyes set on yours. You blinked, but didn’t move. It didn’t feel entirely strange to be this close to him, but it felt sudden. Johnny let out a quiet ‘hm’ and set his lips into a certain frown.

You asked him, “What?”

He told you, “You’re reacting exactly how I thought you would and I thought if you reacted like that, I might…change my mind about it.”

“Johnny.” He said it so simply you almost missed that it was borderline rude. Shoving at his shoulder, you clicked your tongue, “How else am I supposed to react?”

“Not a clue.” He started walking, again. This push and pull, walk and stop was getting tiring. You hadn’t moved yet and he called over his shoulder, “Walk. We’re going to be late.”

“Six months?”

“About that, yeah.”

“You thought you were going to change your mind about it?”

He shrugged, “I could have. I didn’t really try, though. Didn’t want to.”

“So…” Finally, you had fallen back into step with him, the sun was tucked away for the night and the streets you wove through were lit up by towering lamps, porch lights and dimmed beams through open windows, “What do you want from this?”

Johnny looked at you, smiling, “Just sit by me at the movie. We’ll see how that goes.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, clearing your throat, “Do…do Mark and Jaehyun know?”

“Yeah.” Johnny nodded, stepping over a lingering puddle that you plowed through, “Jaehyun told me not to tell you, Mark said I should.”

You almost choked, eyes wide and mouth suddenly dry. If Johnny looked at you, for the split second it took you to wipe your initial reaction off your face, you would have given yourself away. You rearranged your features into an expression you hoped conveyed shock mixed with anger. Maybe you were a bit angry, “Why did Jaehyun say that?”

Your taller friend let out a long sigh, turning a corner and fixing his gaze upward. Once more, his shoulders lifted in a shrug. Johnny did that a lot, but not once had you seen him move, speak or react with any genuine uncertainty. Even when he was shrugging he was confident and sure. It was hard not to think of the morning, when he said that. It was hard not to think of the corner-of-the-lips kiss, the unchanging expression, how you’d never felt like telling Jaehyun was just right.

Johnny being so assured was almost insulting, but also admirable.

“He said something about ruining the dynamic. He could be right.”

You didn’t say anything, again, your mind trapping you in a cycle. You wanted, so much, to be able to respond in a sensible, constructed way. You turned another corner, face twisted in thought with Johnny humming and paying no mind by your side. The theatre was up ahead, Jaehyun and Mark waiting for the two of you outside. Jaehyun and Mark not expecting the two of you to come together. Jaehyun and Mark facing opposite directions for that very reason; logically Johnny would’ve come from the opposite direction where Mark was stationed.

Jaehyun saw you first, swallowing hard.

He nudged Mark, “They’re over here.”

Mark asked, turning on his heel, “They?”

Jaehyun only nodded his head towards the two of you, mixing in and out of the crowd on the street, expression unreadable from such a distance. Johnny, however, could read it just fine, right next to you. He laughed, his head tilting down to get your attention, “Don’t think too hard about it.”

You looked at Johnny and said, “Okay.”

“Okay what?” He laughed.

Your feet came to a stop in the middle of the road. Johnny followed, waiting more patiently than you knew him to be. His expression had completely changed from the last time you saw him. This morning, Johnny had been waiting, mocking, like he expected you to say something. Now, Johnny was waiting, serious but calm and comfortable, like he wanted you to say what you needed to.

“I’ll sit next to you during the movie.”

“Good.” He offered you his hand, “Come on, let’s go.”

You took it, the feeling worlds away from Jaehyun’s. Holding Johnny’s hand, however, wasn’t uncomfortable, it wasn’t unpleasant. It was also definitely not on fire. He pulled you through the crowd, looking over heads until he saw Jaehyun and Mark. Johnny was leading you to them and only chuckled a bit when you dropped his hand, greeting your other friends.

“You guys came together?” Mark said, closer to a confirmation than a question.

Johnny made a face, his mocking face that almost seemed like a default for him, “She didn’t want to walk alone.”

“You could’ve called me.” Jaehyun spoke up, never looking away from you. He cleared his throat and quickly justified, “I live closer than Johnny.”

You looked at Jaehyun; how his fists clenched then released, how it was a perfectly reasonable justification, how he kept his face unreadable. For the first time, it felt like he was keeping something from you. You blinked but you laughed it off and shoved at Johnny like the twenty minute walk had been normal, like everything was normal.

“I didn’t call him. He just showed up on my doorstep.”

Mark laughed with you, “Yeah, that seems more accurate”

And then the topic dropped, Mark pulled you into the theatre and Jaehyun and Johnny followed behind. At one point, while buying snacks, you thought you heard Mark say to Jaehyun, “I think he told her.” But there was too much noise in the lobby and in your own head to hear Jaehyun’s response.

During the movie, you sat in between Mark and Johnny, with Jaehyun on Johnny's other side.

For the whole movie, you kept your hands in your lap, sometimes over your eyes, until a jump scare caught you off guard and you grabbed Johnny's hand. You tried to ignore the triumphant smile on his face, you tried to ignore the sound of your heart pounding because the hand you wanted to grab was one seat away. But, Jaehyun had his eyes forward whenever you took the risk of glancing at him and Johnny and Jaehyun, back to Johnny. Doing so for almost the entire movie had given you a headache.

Jaehyun was tense next to Johnny. Every time you looked at him, he held his breath and tried to look calm, normal, anything. He was blocking out the suggestion from Mark that Johnny had told you, but the movie wasn’t nearly good enough to distract him. Instead, he spent the majority of it watching you from his peripheral. Taking a sip of his drink and swallowing hard when he saw you grab Johnny’s hand. If Mark had been right, if Johnny had told you….he didn’t want to think about it. Jaehyun couldn’t let himself think about it.

It, of course, was all he could think about.

So, two sets of eyes bounced back and forth, just missing each other and searching for the same thing, until the movie ended and Mark said, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Johnny walked you home. Jaehyun took a nonsensical route to avoid following the two of you, kicking rocks and cans and causing a ruckus in the otherwise quiet alleyways. Johnny joked and you laughed and he took your hand and you let him. When you were coming up to your house, you kept your eyes forward trying to twist and wind your vision down the streets to see if Jaehyun had made it home. At your doorstep, Johnny pulled you to a stop and grinned.

“What are you thinking?” He asked.

“I’m cold.”

Johnny slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. Underneath your layers you missed your heart doing the smallest of flutters, the simplest of flips, skipping the shortest beat. It went completely unnoticed. He squared his feet once more and asked, again, “Okay. Now how do you feel?”

It was funny enough, so you laughed enough, “About what?”

“Us.”

Us. Your mind circled around the word, every thought related to it swirling like a tornado. You scrunch your face a bit, looking sideways and down at the ground. Us was a simple enough word but, given the context, a dizzying concept. Us in relation to Johnny, up until three and a half hours ago, just meant friends. Friends who relentlessly tease and bully each other. Friends who flop down in a dog pile on a mattress together more frequently than they sleep in their own beds. Friends who get drunk and run screaming through the streets in the middle of the night. Friends who egg each other on until one breaks and the other one follows and they both do something reckless.

Us, in the way Johnny meant it, felt reckless.

You shrugged, letting out a sigh, “What does that even mean?”

Johnny laughed, eyes wrinkling at the corners, “Okay, fine. How do you feel about me?”

“About you?”

“Yes.”

“How do I feel about Johnny Suh?”

“That’s me.” He rocked on his heels, the action shockingly endearing. You’d seen this flip switch in him before; the one that amped up his charm. Being on the receiving end of it, however, was giving you whiplash. Johnny tacked on, “Or, more specifically, what I told you?””

You looked up at Johnny, who put absolutely no pressure on you to answer but still waited, in case you did. You asked him, quietly, “Can I sleep on it?”

He nodded. You knew if he didn’t have a beanie on his hair would have flopped into his eyes. You knew, given the energy and the circumstances, you might think it was adorable. So, when Johnny asked if he could kiss you, you said yes. And he did. It was soft, the way he cupped your face with one hand and pulled you nearer with the other. It was sweet, the way he bent his knees a bit to be more level. It was warm, when his lips met yours and moved, but only slightly. It was comfortable, when he pulled away and gave you that grin he was known for.

When Johnny breathed and stepped back, only a bit, he suggested, “If you think about it too long, I really might change my mind.”

You’d made a habit of shoving him tonight. It didn’t seem like this moment should be an exception, “Oh my God. Go home.”

Johnny stumbled back and laughed, hand on his chest. He watched you turn and open your gate, ignoring him when he urged, “And?”

You only turned to answer him when you were at your door, “And let me know when you get there.”

“Will do.” Johnny saluted, turning on his heel and wandering away, “Goodnight. Great kiss.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped inside. For a moment, you stood in the entryway quietly, pulling off your shoes and stepping into your slippers. You took out your phone, unlocking it and staring blankly at the screen. It was normal, it was instinct for you to text him. It was normal, it was instinct to make sure he’d made it back home. Your fingers still hesitated, hovering over his name; Jaehyun.

You typed, 10:12pm Did you make it back home?

It was only a minute before he replied, 10:13pm I did. Did you?

You told him, 10:13pm Yeah.

You wanted to type more. You wanted to call him. For the first time, you felt like you were hiding something as well. The evening had exhausted you with first time feelings. You gnawed on your lip, typing and deleting and hoping Jaehyun wasn’t watching his phone like you’d been. Hoping he wouldn’t see your un-Johnnylike indecision.

Finally, you asked him, 10:15pm How did you feel about the movie?

10:17pm I think we need to stop letting Johnny pick. He replied.

You laughed, letting out the breath you’d been holding. Wandering into the kitchen and without thinking, you tapped to call him. When he picked up, at the sound of his rustling sheets, you said, “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Not this time.” Jaehyun laughed. The sound of your voice put him at ease. He worked to convince himself you weren’t defending Johnny’s poor movie choices because Johnny had confessed and you’d accepted. But, it was the most prominent voice in his head until you spoke and drowned it out. Jaehyun continued, “But, Johnny also made us go see Boss Baby and I don’t know how you and Mark look past that.”

You laughed. God he really loved that sound. Your hands busied themselves with whatever was within reach in the kitchen; toying with the knives in the knife block, pulling open the fridge and shutting it, sitting through your junk drawer. Any sound to drown out how unsteady your breathing was. You had to tell him, you knew you did. But, maybe he was right and maybe Johnny was right. Maybe it would ruin the dynamic.

It slipped out, “Johnny told me he likes me, Jae.”

He wasn’t breathing anymore. Jaehyun wasn’t moving or breathing or reacting. He was laying in his bed wishing he could go back and stop you from telling him that. Jaehyun was sweating in the worst way, heart beating erratically against his chest. He’d never felt panic like this, not that he could remember. But, Jaehyun was having trouble remembering much of anything other than the last sentence you’d said. Because Johnny had confessed to you, and you….you….

“What did you say?” He asked, correcting himself once again with, “I mean to Johnny. What did you say to him?”

“That I needed to think about it.” It was true. That I needed to think about it because of you would have been more accurate, but simplicity might have been best. It was certainly easier.

“What do you think about it?” Jaehyun didn’t really want to know the answer. But, it seemed like the appropriate response. If you were telling him, maybe you were trying to work it out. Maybe, despite how it twisted his stomach into knots, you needed his help with Johnny. He asked another question hoping you’d forget the first one, “Is that why you sat by him during the movie?”

“Mm.” You didn’t know how else to respond. Your hands had stopped fidgeting, hanging limp at your sides and shaking. “I don’t know how I feel.”

You told Jaehyun because you made a promise to not hide things. You told Jaehyun because you were hoping for something even if you didn’t know exactly what. You told Jaehyun because it was easier than saying “I wish it had been you to confess. Or me.”

He made a noise of agreement on the other end of the phone call. Jaehyun really couldn’t bring himself to do much else. The only thing he wanted to say was how much he wished he had the confidence, the reckless and unbridled tenacity that Johnny did. Jaehyun wanted to say that it should’ve been him on your doorstep, walking you to the movie. Holding your hand, as he always did, but with an entirely new meaning; better, so much better.

Jaehyun reminded himself to breathe. He thought for a moment and then let out a laugh that he didn’t really mean to release. You not knowing could still be a silver lining and one he was willing to hold onto, no matter how desperate it was, “It’s okay to not know.”

You laughed too, uncomfortable and mostly to hide any detectable unsteadiness, “It just like…it came out of nowhere, right? He told me he told you and Mark. I just…I don’t know what to do about it.”

Then, Jaehyun said something he regretted immediately. In an attempt to be a supportive friend, with the hopes that you’d ultimately land on the only logical solution; that you and Johnny were wrong for each other and you and Jaehyun were right. Jaehyun told you, quietly and trying to sound encouraging, “Just go with what you feel. Do what feels right.”

“Oh.” You said. Your voice fell into a whisper. “Oh. Okay, right. That makes sense.”

Do what feels right. Johnny knew what felt right to him, Johnny was sure that you felt right and telling you was right. He made it look so easy.

Jaehyun continued his mission to say regretful things, “We’ll support you.”

“Right.” You needed him to stop talking. You needed his indifference and encouragement to stop or transform into something like longing, desperation. You’d take either one over whatever he was giving you, “I think…I’m going to go to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Of course.” His voice was quiet now, too. He knew, almost instantly, how much he’d messed up, “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

And then you hung up. You carried yourself up to your bed and draped your body across it, looking up at the ceiling and wishing you could see the stars. Jaehyun rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows and wishing he could see your face. You swallowed every feeling and every thought, memorizing how each one tasted as it went down and wincing at the ones that came back up.

Johnny knew it was right. And maybe the fact that you hadn’t ever felt like it was right with Jaehyun was a bigger sign than you were willing to admit. Maybe you’d been chasing something foolish and fueled by your own imagination. You wanted to scream and cry and, most importantly, you wanted to know what right felt like.

It felt right to be near to Jaehyun, as near as possible. It felt right to hold his hand, to hug him, to fall asleep with each other and to put your lips to his cheek, his forehead, his nose. But, it never felt right to tell him exactly how right, how wonderful, how perfect it all felt.

Johnny knew it was right.

Hours later, after mulling over every thought, taking every possible route you could think of, you settled and started to drift off. It wouldn’t be terrible, being with Johnny. In some aspects, it might be better than being just his friend. You felt guilt, like it might be unfair to force yourself into this; unfair to you and to Johnny. To the entire group and the foundation you’d all spent years building. It might also be unfair to not try at all. There was only one clear reason why you shouldn’t, wouldn’t, almost couldn’t date Johnny and it began and ended with Jeong Jaehyun.

You weighed that thought against all the reasons it might be just fine, great even, being with Johnny.

Drifting off, your final thoughts convinced you; if Johnny knew it was right with you, and you never knew when or if it would be right with Jaehyun, maybe you’d know what’s right with Johnny.

📻

He was outside your house again, hands in his pockets but without his beanie. You saw him through your bedroom window and Johnny waved like he’d been invited, like he was meant to be there. Like it was right.

His certainty, again, borderline offensive.

You stood in front of him, on one side of the gate, “How long have you been out here?”

“Check your phone.”

You’d been ignoring the device since your conversation with Jaehyun; tiptoeing around it like any sudden movements would provoke it to ring, buzz, ding. Worried, mostly, about more encouraging words from Jaehyun. Pulling it out from your pocket was the first time you’d checked and - mixed in with the multiple messages from Jaehyun - ten minutes ago, Johnny had told you he was near your house. You mumbled, “Ah.”

That smile. That particular smile. In the gentle light of an unremarkable fall morning, Johnny gave you that smile and you finally noticed that small hiccup in your heart. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was your subconscious urging you to take a chance. It was honest, it was warm, it was playful and exciting. That smile, without much else, could convince you to do a lot of things.

Squaring your shoulders, tilting your head and letting out a quick laugh, you asked him, “Did you come here to tell me you changed your mind?”

He shook his head, hair flopping just as it should. You’d been right to think he’d look good like that. Then again, he probably always had, “Nope. Haven’t changed it at all. What about you?”

“Wouldn’t I need to make up my mind to change it?” You asked. It was a valid question, a little less than twelve hours wasn’t much time to consider anything, really. Johnny nodded, so you continued, “Can I ask you something?”

He leaned against the stone wall the gate was settled into, “Okay, ask away.”

You wanted to ask him if he was willing to take things slow. You wanted to ask Johnny, if you did take a chance on this, if you had to tell Mark and Jaehyun everything right away. You wanted to ask if, by asking that, were you still reacting exactly how he thought you would.

You looked up at him, matching his stance on the opposing side of the stone wall. You were face to face, eye to eye - which was rare, considering his height. Looking at Johnny in that moment, the way his eyes were shining with no help from the absent sun; how his lips curled up just slightly like he was both mocking and admiring you; like maybe you were the only thing he could see or wanted to. It was such a strange feeling. You briefly remembered exactly how it felt to kiss him, only half a day ago and could feel the blush burning from your cheeks to the the tips of your ears. Every question you thought to ask him dissolved and you were left just staring at each other, wind rustling his hair and yours.

The gust of wind urged a sigh from somewhere deep in your lungs, the words followed the breath out of your lips before you could stop them, “Have you always looked at me like that?”

Johnny’s smile broke, wider than ever and his eyes lifted into half moons, “Probably. At least for the last six months. But, I’m good at hiding it.”

“Because you thought you’d change your mind.” You teased him.

“You’re not going to let that go, huh?”

You only shrugged. Neither of you moved to a new position, his eyes still sparkled and your cheeks still burned red. You asked him, “Why?”

Johnny laughed then, repeating, “Why? Why what?”

It felt pathetic to ask him “why me,” but some part of you needed to know. On top of that, Johnny’s…confession had been very uniquely Johnny; straightforward, a fact, like he was telling you the Earth was round and you were ridiculous for not knowing. The Earth is round and birds fly and I like you. He didn’t elaborate and you didn’t know if he ever would, but you wanted him to. You wanted a wild confession, a passionate one.

“Why do you like me?” It took all your courage to ask, you were grateful that your voice didn’t falter, “At least three reasons.”

It was also becoming annoying how you were suddenly so painfully shy in front of Johnny. You hated that feeling, but the atmosphere had changed so quickly it was hard to find your footing.

He nodded his head, looking up towards the sky and mumbling, “Okay, three reasons.”

Then he was silent. For a very long time. You shuffled from one foot to the other, and Johnny stood still fixing his face to look like he was impossibly deep in thought. Occasionally he’d sigh, he’d pick at his hair or tap his chin. A few times, Johnny murmured things like “no, don’t say that” or “maybe” and once “oh, I can’t say that.”

You huffed out an annoyed laugh, tossing your head back and tapping at the stone, “Jesus, don’t strain yourself.”

“I’m narrowing it down.” He stated. Simplicity, again, “You only wanted three reasons.”

“How many reasons do you have?”

Johnny turned his attention back to you, a wild, remarkable, troublemaking grin on his face. He put both hands back on the stone, one hand on top of the other and placed his chin on top of them, “About one million.”

“I hate you.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips, and pushed yourself back to walk into your house. Johnny called your name. When you didn’t turn back, you could hear the gate swing open, slam shut and the thudding of his feet on the pathway. Johnny laughed - he was always laughing, “Wait.”

Still, you didn’t turn, stepping up to your front door. You glanced over your shoulder to tell him, almost scolding him, “That was so corny.”

Johnny stood on the bottom step, you on the top. He grabbed your hand, pulling you to turn around and look at him. That smile was still there, it made your stomach flip. It was hard to keep up with how your body, your mind, your heart was reacting. Your phone burned in your pocket, suddenly remembering Jaehyun, remembering you ignoring Jaehyun. Remembering Jaehyun telling you to do what felt right and he’d support you.

Johnny licked his lips, “Kiss me.”

“What?”

He corrected, “Can I kiss you? Again?” After a moment, he tacked on a gentle, “Please?”

His smile never left. The smile that could convince you to do a lot of things. The smile that pulled you down the middle step, down so you were once again eye level with Johnny. The smile that only fell when you leaned in and Johnny leaned in and you were so close that you could feel him breathing. If you listened close enough, you could hear his heart beating loudly in time with yours. Johnny kissed you, you kissed him back.

His lips, God his lips, were soft against yours and warm despite the chill of fall. Johnny lifted the hand he was still holding to rest on his shoulder, his own hands wrapping around you to pull you against him. Your other hand naturally found its way to the nape of his neck, stroking the hair there and you swear you hear him moan when you do. So you smile, and you melt and you immerse yourself in feeling his body against yours, his lips moving perfectly, slowly. The exact passion you were wanting but entirely wordless. It was hard not to whine when he pulled away, it felt like an eternity and it felt entirely too short.

Johnny waited for you to catch your breath and open your eyes. He held you by your hips and didn’t break eye contact when he said, “I feel like you think I’m joking and I’m not.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think you’re joking, I’m just….shocked.”

“Good shock or bad shock?” Johnny asked, but he added, “Based on the way you just kissed me, I’m hoping good.”

“If you stop being corny, I’ll let you know faster.” You laughed, so he laughed, but neither one of you moved. You both just stood there for a moment, holding onto each other, breathing, blinking, smiling. After a while, you told Johnny, “I think it’s good. Right now, I think it’s a good shock. But, you gave yourself six months to change your mind, so I expect the same.”

He shook his head, “Nah, in six months you’ll already be too in love with me and I’ll have wanted you for a full year.”

Another skipped heartbeat, another small stomach flip. You had to push away the question of if you could fall in love with Johnny. Honestly, anyone could. It would be so easy, especially if he kept kissing you like that. Still, you didn’t think it would be nearly as fun to give into him so quickly. It would likely never hurt to humble Johnny.

“You think I’ll fall in love with you that fast, huh?”

He didn’t waver, “Probably faster, if I’m being honest.”

Your eyebrows raised, leaning back to look fully at Johnny. He looked so proud of himself, you thought about kissing him again. Instead, you said, “I feel like you’re trying to start a bet with me and I don’t think the target is supposed to be in on that kind of bet.”

“I’m not.” He told you; another fact. Johnny pulled you closer, he didn’t hesitate but lingered for a moment before bringing his lips to your cheek. He placed a kiss there before his lips hovered over your ear, “But, if I were making a bet, I’d say three months.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him back finally and stepping back up to the top step. He put his hands in his pockets, still looking proud and something like invincible, “Wouldn’t I have to give you a chance, first?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Am I?”

“I’d like you to.” He took a bold step up, matching your height again, “I would very much like you to.”

Observation had been key in the last twenty four hours. It was hard to adjust to him looking at you like that, hard to take it all in. But, none of it was unwelcome. It was just shocking. You’d always thought Johnny would be the type to make a crush he had, any crush, obvious. Johnny was the type to be loud about that sort of thing. You considered, for a second, that maybe he had been and that you had been so wrapped up in…that you hadn’t noticed it.

“Okay, Johnny.”

“Okay, what?” It was almost a whisper. He was so close again when he said your name, “Okay to what? I want you to say it.”

“Okay to…sitting next to you at another movie. Just the two of us.” You breathed, it felt like a comfortable enough offer when all you could really think about was kissing Johnny again. Johnny, your friend. Johnny, who was now looking at you like you were made of starlight, “Okay to…giving this a shot. Is that good?”

“It’s good.” He seemed like he was reconsidering that answer, then he mended it saying, “It’s great. Really great. When? Are you free later?”

You were, so you nodded without much thought and leaned against your front door. From your back pocket, now pressed against the door, you felt and heard your phone vibrate. Johnny’s went off, too, which meant it was one of two people. You felt your heart stop, watching Johnny take his phone out to check and he told you, “It’s Mark. You haven’t seen his phone charger, right?”

You shook your head as a reply, maybe to shake out your thoughts, as well. You had to ask him. Even if it was unfair, you had to. The way your heart paused, meant you had to. How your hands started sweating and shaking, you had to. You were consciously thinking about every breath you took just by thinking it was Jaehyun texting the two of you. So, even if you hated to, you had to ask.

“Johnny. I have to ask something else.” He looked up, your phone buzzed again with whatever Johnny had typed, he nodded for you to continue, “Can we…Look, I want to take this…”

“You don’t want to tell Mark and Jaehyun.” You paused, knowing the answer was yes. Johnny waited for you to respond, when you forced your head to nod, he sighed. He tucked his phone away and tapped his fingers on his knee, “For how long?”

You shrugged your shoulders and closed your eyes, head against the door. It was pushing too far, asking him to keep this from your two other best friends. You offered, “I just want to feel this out. It kind of came out of nowhere.”

“Of course it came out of nowhere. I know you.” Johnny told you, with his grin and his floppy hair and his certainty, “You’re good at a lot of things, but one of those things is talking yourself out of stuff.”

“Oh, yikes.” He was right, of course. It still nipped at your pride, “Okay.”

“Hey.” Johnny dipped down once more, hand reaching out to hold onto your arm. He waited for you to acknowledge him before he said, “It’s not a bad thing. A lot of the time, you’re the voice of reason in the group. That brain of yours is good for the dynamic.”

That brain of yours could only think how Jaehyun said this might be bad for the dynamic. You and Johnny might be bad for the dynamic.

Johnny could see you slipping back into thought, something he’d really wanted to avoid. He wished, in that moment and a lot of moments in the past, that he could reach inside your head and pull you back out. Johnny had been good about it before, making jokes or distracting you or picking a fight. Doing any of that didn’t fit this mood, however. So, Johnny simply asked you, “What’s on your mind?”

You told him, just as simply, “I don’t want to make you feel like a secret.”

“I won’t. What else?”

“I just…” Sighing the words out was the only way they’d breach your lips, “It’s a big change.”

“It is.” Johnny agreed, “But for what it's worth, you’ve always been the best with change. And…”

“And?”

“And now that I’ve done it twice, I really don’t want to have to stop kissing you.” He’d made you laugh, again. Johnny didn’t mean to make you laugh, he’d never been more serious about something. But, he found that when he didn’t expect to hear it is when your laugh sounded the sweetest. So, he smiled at you and let you laugh, “We’ll tell them eventually. When you’re ready. In about two weeks, when you’re officially in love with me.”

“Two weeks? You said three months.”

He straightened, “I was accounting for group time.”

“We’ll still have group time. If anything, group time will drag it out longer.”

“Drag what out longer?”

You rolled your eyes, “Me falling in love with you.”

“So, you're admitting you will fall in love with me?”

“Jesus Christ, Johnny.” You turned from him, opening the door to go inside. Johnny was probably smiling, probably smug, probably adorable behind you, “Pick a movie and let me know what time, okay?”

“Will do. And, hey,” He waited for you to look back at him - you were right, he was smug. Johnny pointed towards you, vaguely, “You look really good in my jacket.”

Until that point, you hadn’t noticed. It was the first jacket on the hook when you’d come outside, which made sense. You couldn’t tell if you were blushing or if the rush of fall air tinted your cheeks; you felt hot and cold all at once, so it was almost impossible to tell. Johnny made his way down your steps, you stood at the door watching him. But, when he got to the gate, he turned and looked at you. His expression was signature Johnny; mischievous, playful, calculating. He shook his head, hair flopping again and his tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

Johnny took exactly six strides to get back to you, down the path and up the stairs, and when his lips were an inch away from yours, he asked, “One more time? Please?”

So you kissed him. And it felt sweet, on its way to intoxicating. And it felt warm, on its way to burning. It felt comfortable, on its way to right.

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