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hihi^^ how you doing?

this is more of a thought i got someday, but you can say it's kind of a req too (? anyways, i hope you're having a good day<3

so, idk why, but i feel that intak would LOVE to use a vibrator controlled by his phone on his partner... just imagine how teasing he would be, edging them like crazy then finally giving a huge orgasm 😭

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ִֺ ೀ ⌇PLEASING YOU .

ও ﾉ PAIRINGS : INTAK X READER .

synopsis : intak using a vibrator on you

tags : dom!tak, sub!reader, edging, teasing, orgasm denial, biting, nipple play, praising, sex toys, vulgar language .

a/n : this actually been in my drafts for FOREVER

intak had your back against his chest, legs open as the vibrator was pressed against your bud.

as he placed his head on your shoulder looking down at the mess you had made between your legs.

“You like that .. huh?” throwing your head back, whining out his name as you grabbed his wrist.

pushing the vibrator all the way in puffy cunt, as he grabbed his phone to increase the speed a bit faster.

“Intak! please ngh..” placing his hands on the lose tank top you had on as he slowly took it off, softly biting down on your collarbone.

placing his hands on both of your boobs, playing with your nipples, kissing up your neck, “My baby.. your doin s’good”

grabbing his phone to slow down the speed, spreading your legs wider as he placed one hand on your thigh other hand between your legs as he rubbed your bud

going slow then fast repeating the cycle, “takki, s-stop that..” whining out, he chuckled before kissing your neck.

grabbing his phone to put the speed to the highest it could go, as you started breathing heavier as tears streamed down your face.

“close— fuck! im s’so close!” grinding your hips on his lap as he rubbed your wet pussy, “c’mon cum all the vibrator baby”

As soon as you were at your climax you felt the vibrator cut off and his fingers come off your pussy.

“what the fuck tak..ughh” before you could say anything else he grabbed his phone to turn the vibrator back on, as you moaned out.

Grabbing his wrist, grinding even faster, “cumming— mm.. right there yeah!” at your climax once again, as you were gonna cum any second.

As he grabbed your chin making you look at him, “my pretty girl—“ as you cut him off, “fuck tak.. please just let me cum ugh..”

kissing down your cheek, “not yet baby.. hold it in a little longer f’me” letting go of your chin to grab his phone turning the vibrator on, as you sat your head back on his shoulder.

rubbing on your pussy while the other hand was playing with your nipple, climax building back up, intak looked down to see your juices all over his sweatpants.

“takki.. im mhm— fuck! cumming please!” as he rubbed faster, removing his hand from your boob to once again grab his phone putting the vibrator speed to its highest.

“yeah?.. you gonna cum baby” as you nodded your head whining, “cum on the vibrator baby, c’mon..” chesting rising as you finally came.

Intak turned off the vibrator, pulling it out as he licked it clean, “mm.. taste so good” he lifted you from his lap, “you did so good baby, let me clean you up yeah?” as he rubbed on your thighs

nodding in agreement as he walked away to the bathroom.

‘ ̥✿‧̥ made by maya ; @stuickers .

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hiii, this is my first time requesting so I'm not rlly sure what to do (I'm also scared help- 😭😭) but may I request bf jiung texts?? Thank youu and hope you have a great day (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ TEXTS WITH BF JIUNG 🧸ྀི

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! waited for ages to post it. i hope u enjoy !!! while u readers are at it, me and @slytherinshua launched a new fnc net, so feel free to check it out!!! <33 its the first one tagged below!

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masterlist <3

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,,

@mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee ,, @l3visbby ,, @1009high,, @jvkeslvr ,,

@loserlvrss

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So the ask of @emeraldbabygirl just disappeared... but yea she asked for a cutesy date with whipped yechan so here ya go

Genre: fluff; suggestive at the end

Warnings: none

It was a normal afternoon for you you were just on the couch, watching some trashy TV show, bored out of your mind when your doorbell rings, you didn't expect anyone but you still answered your door to see your boyfriend standing there with a Bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, hair styled and wearing a neat suit.

He had a subtle blush on his cheeks as he extended his arm towards you, making you take the flowers.

"They reminded me of you.. but even those can't compete with your beauty."

"What are you doing here Yechan?" You asked with a soft smile on your face at how adorable he was being.

"I figured you were bored so I wanted to take you out." His eyes meet yours, hope shining in them along with adoration.

"Sure why not where are we going" How could you say no to him? Especially when he's being this cute

"Wherever you want, I'm gonna spoil my pretty girl" A smirk appeared on his lips, his cockiness returning again.

"How about we go out to eat? Since you're dressed so devine" He chuckled at your words, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss.

"Sure sweetheart" He said as he led you to his car, still holding your hand in his.

He opens the car door for you before getting into the car himself, even leaving a hand to rest on your thigh while driving, you love it when he's like this.

Once you arrive he stops you before you can get out of the car.

"Dessert at your place?" He says with a wink "You taste the sweetest after all" you blush slightly, not hesitating to agree to that offer making him laugh and get out of the car.

He opens the car door for you once again, helping you out, leaving a playful slap on your ass before whispering

I'll take you up on that offer, gorgeous.”

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Silly Lil Boyfriend Texts With Intak💕

Crack, fluff

Full masterlist

P1harmony masterlist

Enjoy, sinners ;)

Love, Bunny🐇

A/N: I'm in love with baby saja

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| Theo | Keeho | Jiung | Soul | Jongseob |

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Silly Lil Boyfriend Texts With Jiung💕

Fluff, crack, smut

Mentions of joking violence, mentions of sex

Full masterlist

P1harmony masterlist

Enjoy, sinners ;)

Love, Bunny🐇

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| Theo | Keeho | Intak | Soul | Jongseob |

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Silly Lil Boyfriend Texts With Keeho💕

Fluff, crack, Soul and Jiung included

Full masterlist

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Enjoy, sinners ;)

Love, Bunny🐇

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× Theo × Jiung × Intak × Soul × Jongseob ×

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bf! intak who falls asleep on your shoulder during car rides and plane rides instead of the other way around. probably drools a little too, but you don’t have it in you to wake him up because his eyes are half opened and his cheek is completely smooshed. so endearing, it would be a crime to disturb him :(

bf! intak who blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek. kisses on the lips are phenomenal, and they are his absolute favorite—but there’s something so sweet about you giving him a kiss on the cheek, especially when you have to stand on your tippy toes and rest your hands on his chest.

proceeds to hold your hands where they rest, looking down to hide the flustered, dorky smile that takes over his features.

“one more” he’ll ask, giving you the softest, pleading eyes. “please?”

bf! intak who blows raspberries on your tummy, and kisses it after. who also has a habit of playing with your fingers, or your rings if you’re wearing any. who has to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your hip, or your knee, or the small of your back. has to be touching you, and if he isn’t because you’re not nearby, he’ll perk his head up, and look around until he spots you. jogs over and fits his hand into yours with a kiss to your knuckles, mumbling “i was wondering where you went :(“ “but it’s okay!” he beams “cause i found you!”

bf! intak who wakes you up by accident every morning when his lips press into your shoulder or your neck or your jaw. the funny thing is: he’s still asleep. he’s kissing you and nuzzling into you in his sleep with his warm cheek pressing against yours and his hair tickling your face. his arm pulls you tighter to him when you stir, and finally, he wakes up when you stretch, in fear that you actually meant to get up.

“don’t get up yet… please, you’re s’warm..”

“intak, baby, i was just stretching.”

“come closer >:(“

scowls but with his eyes closed until you’re completely wrapped around him and under the mountain of blankets again.

bf! intak who always insists on showering with you. 9/10 times, he’s in there with you, and 6/10 times, it isn’t even sexual. he’s making a mohawk out of your hair with shampoo, and molding his own hair to match with a silly grin on his face. he’s scrubbing your face wash lovingly onto your cheeks and kissing your nose as you smile up at him (then proceeds to wash his face like a MAN all rough and crazy, which earns him a bit of a scolding from you). he holds you under the water and steals little pecks as the water bill gets higher and higher (at this point, you would’ve saved more water taking separate showers).

if you guys are playing music he’s singing loudly between giggles and designating parts so that you guys can put on a little concert. If there’s no music then he’s bickering with you about how you’re hogging the hot water, so he pushes you out of the way. only stays there for a few seconds though, cause the thought of you being cold makes his heart break a little. switches sides with you again with a little feigned annoyance, but even when you insist you aren’t cold he convinces you to stay under the hot stream.

bf! intak who tries his best to cook for you, following recipes of foods you’ve liked to the very last detail. refuses to let you help, but will allow you to sit on the counter as his personal cheerleader so he can steal a kiss or two or ten as he works.

is so careful to measure everything right, letting you try it along the way (only after he’s approved of the taste himself). watches for your reaction so so eagerly and smiles SO big if you say it’s good.

bf! intak who loves being praised by you. sometimes even fishes for compliments because any kind of approval from makes his heart so full and makes him feel so loved! “don’t i look handsome today?” or “did i do a good job?”

whether you compliment his outfit or his looks, or you simply tell him thank you for something, he’s over the moon

bf! intak who is has such a huge heart and gives it over to you completely. it’s yours! so don’t break it. falls first and falls harder, from the very first moment he sees you is so whipped. willing to give you absolutely everything and anything you want.

is so gentle, so considerate, so caring, so intak.

truly your best friend & lover all in one.

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INCOMING TEXT ... OT6 P1HARMONY ! 彡 crack / smau

— ⟢ miscellaneous texts shared between you and the members of piwon.

featuring … all members of p1harmony ( individual ) & gn! reader.

content warnings … profanities used in theos scenario.

KEEHO + THEO

JIUNG + INTAK

SOUL + JONGSEOB

masterlist

— ⟢ author's note ... otherwise known as chai assigning random msgs from pinterest to her favs to get through finals week.

© soqni. tumblr is my only platform. do not copy, repost, steal, or translate any of my works.

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i'm dying due to cuteness overload 🥹

. 🪽 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ─────husband intak ☕︎ 𝓕reader585 ( 🦦ྀི archive )

slice of life ❛your daughter went crazy with the decorations and you were left to clean up the mess.

req?no 𓂃 𓈒 dedicated to my wife @blue-jisungs

“There’s no way you let her do this to you,” The man who you had pressed back-to the bathroom counter laughed, bouncing your body, which was on his, with him. “She’s literally four, you could’ve told her no.” 

His eyebrow rose, “Have you ever told a four year old no before and not made them cry? Especially one who was spawned from you.” 

“Spawned?” You gawked, “She got the drama gene from you, big-ass diva.” 

You reached behind him, dipping your fingers into a little cloudy-colored balm—your makeup removing balm, that is. 

“She did a good job on the nails though, you have to admit.” 

You admired the pink around his cuticles, small drops on the actual bed of his nail, then moved your eyes up to admire the baby blue around his, purple under, and massive amounts of blush; Your daughter must have been blush-blindnesses final boss you’ve found out through this experience. But Intak would say anything was done to perfection if it was done by his daughter, he just loved her that much. 

Your boyfriend—turned husband—used to pluck every star from the sky for you, tell you to reach for the moon, but truthfully seeing him do that and more for your kid made it all the much more special. 

He was the kind of man you needed. And you were glad that was the kind of man he actually was. Not just someone who played the role for a while until it was too late to take back; showing you their true colors. 

“Close your eyes,” You instructed, rubbing your fingers between each hand and warming the remover up. Intak did as you said, relaxing with the touch of your skin. “Next time, I'll do your makeup, pretty boy.” 

A smile broke out, ear to ear, on his face, “Pretty boy?” He repeated, making you huff, close enough that he could feel your breath. “You promise?” 

“Well…” You gently worked the substances into a mixed mess, avoiding pressing too hard because you didn’t truthfully know what it felt like for him—and maybe you were a little aggressive with your normal pressure, you didn’t know. “She can help with the hair, seeing she did such a good job with the Sanrio clips. I think she used every single one of them.” 

Intak chuckled again, “Well, duh!” He said, grabbing your hips, “I taught her to go big or go home.”  

“I see…” 

Then he opened his eyes. He looked funny with the mixed colors—now a murky shade of gray—across his tanned skin, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. But his gaze was only intense, hearts shooting, prompting you to ignore the minor details. 

Even though you’d been together for a while, you could still get embarrassed from such wordless confessions, as he was everything to you. 

You must’ve never won the lottery in a past life. Or maybe you saved a whole bunch of puppies from a burning building. 

Well, whatever you'd done, you thank yourself for every day. 

“Can we wash this off now?” Your eyebrows furrowed as he sliced the moment in half. He continued, “It kinda burns.”

You started laughing, ushering him to turn around and face the sink. Through jagged breaths you reminded him, “You started staring first.” and pushed his head down while turning the water on. 

“Yeah,” A gurgling sound left his lips with the words, water splashing the porcelain as he didn’t straighten up enough, “But I can’t help it, pretty girl.” 

© loserlvrss 2025. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. @blossomnet @starlit-network @k-films @kstrucknet @slytherinshua @mystarsohee @seomisaho @oc3anfloor @atzlordz @gyuwrites | bold cannot be tagged.

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Keeho (p1harmony) !★

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this is me rn: 👹👹👹

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i'm in LOVE with this short fic<3

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" fake dating isnt supposed to feel real "

₊ ⊹ note : ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank u guys for partially blowing up my series !! I'm so appreciative and i love you all x ₊ ⊹

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ scenario : to get keehos ex gf off his back ,y/n convinces their crush to pretend to date them. they rehearse kissing. practice being in love. post cute photos. but the pretending starts to feel a little too good…

INSPO FROM TO ALL THE BOYS IVE LOVED BEFOREᰔ

⋆.˚ TW : minor smut scene , swearing , blood mentioned , fighting mentioned ⋆.˚

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chapter one: it was just supposed to be a joke

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it started because you were tired.

not the kind of tired sleep fixes, either. the kind that lives in your bones, in your breath. the kind of tired that comes from being watched, asked, poked at—are you still single? what happened to that guy from bio? you’d be cute with so-and-so. the same conversation, every week, like your relationship status was a community project.

and then there was maya.

relentless, well-meaning, painfully nosey maya. the kind of girl who calls you “babe” after knowing you for two weeks and thinks every “vibe shift” is fate telling her to meddle in someone’s love life.

today, her victim was you.

“he’s, like, so chill once you get past the neckbeard vibes,” she said, scrolling through pictures of her cousin like she was showing you a pet adoption profile. “i swear, you’d bring him out of his shell.”

you stabbed your salad. “he’s literally eating string cheese in his mirror selfie.”

“don’t be judgy.”

“he hashtagged it cheesed to meet you.”

“okay,” she admitted. “that was unfortunate.” you sighed, already sensing where this was going. she leaned in, eyes sparkling with evil intent. “so can i give him your snap?”

and you—exhausted, annoyed, running on four hours of sleep and exactly zero patience—did what any sane, burnt-out person would do:

you lied.

“i’m actually already seeing someone.”

maya blinked. “wait, what?”

shit. too late.

you didn’t even think it through. you just grabbed the first name that came to mind, the one everyone knew, the one whose reputation would shut this conversation down instantly.

“keeho.”

maya’s jaw dropped. “yoon keeho?”

you shrugged, pretending to check your phone like it wasn’t blowing up with notifications. “yeah.”

there was a beat of silence. then—

“girl, what the fuck?!”

—

the thing about keeho is that he’s impossible to ignore.

you don’t even have to know him to know who he is. he’s that guy — loud, charming, dramatic for no reason. the one with rings on every finger and a voice that always carries. he walks into a room like it was built for him.

and yeah, he’s hot. everyone knows it. even you, though you’d never admit it out loud.

but you didn’t actually know him. not really. you had a few classes together, sure. he’d passed you a pencil once. complimented your nails another time. that was it.

so you figured the rumor would die. or at least fade. you figured wrong.

by last period, your phone had blown up with texts. someone made a tiktok about it — just a screen recording of your instagram next to keeho’s with a “👀” emoji and a dumb indie song in the background. it got 2k likes in two hours.

you were halfway to your locker, trying not to scream, when you saw him. leaning against the metal like he was posing for a drama poster. hoodie on. smug expression locked and loaded.

“so,” he said, voice low and amused. “we’re dating now?”

you wanted to throw yourself into a locker.

“look,” you said quickly, adjusting your bag. “that got out of hand. i just said it to get someone off my back, it wasn’t—”

“fake dating?” he interrupted, grinning now. “you’re pulling a kdrama move. bold.”

you sighed. “can you just… pretend you never heard it?”

he tilted his head, considering. “what if i don’t want to?”

you paused. “what does that mean?”

keeho pushed off the locker. “i’m just saying. maybe it’s not a bad idea.”

you blinked. “you’d pretend to date me?”

he shrugged, casual like he wasn’t flipping your world upside down. “you get people off your back. i get nana off mine. we both win.”

ah. nana.

keeho’s ex. the girl with model energy and venom in her smile. it ended messy. everyone knew that. but she still lingered, always around the edges, always acting like she still had a claim on him.

you raised an eyebrow. “this is about her?”

“mostly,” he said. “but also… you’re not bad company.”

you stared at him. he stared right back.

this was dumb. fake dating? for clout? for revenge?

you opened your mouth to say no. to back out.

instead, you heard yourself say, “okay.”

—

the next morning, the groupchat was on fire. someone posted a blurry pic of you walking next to keeho in the hallway — not even holding hands, just walking — and the caption said “no wayyy😭”

niki was the first to find you.

he popped up during passing period with a bright grin. “soooo, you and hyung, huh?”

“it’s not—” you started, but then keeho walked up and threw an arm around your shoulders like it was nothing.

“babe,” he said dramatically. “you left your scrunchie at my place.”

you blinked. “i don’t even own scrunchies.”

he winked. “doesn’t matter.”

chan gagged behind him. theo just smirked. soul? he fist bumped you silently like you’d been drafted.

you were in it now.

god help you.

by monday, your life was no longer yours.

someone made a ship account on instagram. you gained thirty random followers overnight. a junior you didn’t even know walked by in the hallway and whispered, “power couple.”

and keeho?

keeho was eating that shit up.

he leaned into the act like he was born for it. walking you to class. sharing his snacks. resting his chin on your shoulder like you were in a montage.

“we have to sell it,” he’d say every time you gave him a look. “if we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it right.” you didn’t expect him to be good at it. but he was. terrifyingly good.

which is probably why it caught you off guard when he leaned in one afternoon and said:

“we need to go on a fake date.”

you blinked. “why?”

he held up his phone, screen glowing with a text. nana: saw your little girlfriend. interesting choice lol.

you read it, then looked up at him. “you want to prove her wrong that bad?”

he shrugged, but there was something sharp in his smile. “i want her to know she doesn’t get to act like she still knows me.”

you hesitated.

this was already spiraling. pretending at school was one thing. but going out? in public? where people would see?

keeho noticed your face. “hey,” he said, softer. “you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

you stared at the screen. at his name. at the fake thing that was somehow becoming realer than half your actual friendships.

“…where were you thinking?” you asked.

—

you ended up at that little boba place near campus. the one with string lights and a wall full of customer polaroids.

he held the door open for you like a damn movie character. paid for your drink before you could argue. ordered some kind of ridiculous taro milk tea with coconut jelly.

you found a seat by the window.

he flopped into the seat across from you, sipping dramatically through his fat straw. “so, fake date checklist,” he said. “deep eye contact? check. mild flirting? check. awkward silence—”

“we’re not in an awkward silence,” you cut in.

“you’re right,” he said, smiling. “you’re way too pretty to be awkward.”

you choked on your drink. “can you not say things like that with a straight face?”

“i’m selling the fantasy, babe.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile that tugged at your lips. he noticed. of course he did.

“you’re kind of cute when you’re flustered,” he added.

“and you’re kind of annoying when you talk.”

he laughed, loud and shameless. and you hated that your stomach did a little flip.

—

you were halfway through your drink, telling him about that one time a pigeon flew into your classroom, when keeho suddenly tensed.

you followed his gaze.

and there she was.

nana.

long hair, glossed lips, arms linked with some new guy, but her eyes? locked on keeho. and you. sitting across from him. laughing like you belonged there.

you straightened in your seat. “that her?”

keeho nodded slowly. “yep.”

she walked past your table. not a glance. not a smile. but just loud enough for you both to hear:

“thought you had better taste.”

you blinked.

keeho’s jaw tightened.

you didn’t even think. you just reached across the table and grabbed his hand.

he looked up, surprised. “what are you—”

you smiled sweetly. “selling the fantasy, right?”

his fingers curled around yours instinctively.

nana paused, just for a second. then walked away.

when she was gone, you let go.

keeho didn’t say anything for a second. then, voice quiet:

“…thanks.”

you shrugged. “what are fake girlfriends for?”

he looked at you like he was about to say something else. something heavier.

but he didn’t.

instead, he went back to sipping his ridiculous boba and said, “next time, you’re holding my hand.”

you scoffed. “next time?”

“duh,” he said. “this is our season one finale. the fake dating plot can’t peak in episode two.”

you laughed.

you told yourself it didn’t mean anything. that this was still fake. still for show.

but when he smiled at you across that table like you were the only one in the room?

it felt just a little too real.

chapter two: green looks good on you

—

you weren’t planning on going to theo’s party. but then again, you weren’t planning on fake dating keeho either, so clearly the universe was having fun with you this month.

theo’s backyard was already packed by the time you got there. fairy lights, red cups, loud music, and too many people acting like they were in a netflix teen movie.

you texted keeho when you got there: you alive?

he answered three seconds later: niki dared me to shotgun a sprite. i might die.

you: what kind of dare is that what are you, 43?

you were still laughing when someone tapped your shoulder.

“hey,” said a voice. deep, kind of familiar. you turned to see a guy from your bio class—malik, you thought—smiling at you.

“didn’t know you came to these,” he said.

you shrugged. “didn’t plan on it. got dragged.”

he laughed. “well i’m glad you did. you look…”he paused, eyes sweeping over your outfit. “…really good.”

you blinked. okay. malik was cute. tall, nice smile, kind of nerdy but in a sweet way. you were about to thank him when someone slid into the space next to you.

keeho.

arm around your shoulders. smile too wide to be real. voice sugary sweet. “babe, there you are.” your heart skipped a beat. not because of the act — you were used to the fake now — but because of the way his hand tightened just slightly on your arm.

malik looked between you. “oh… hey, keeho.”

keeho’s smile never dropped. “malik.”

the silence was tense. you could practically hear the male ego competition buzzing in the air.

malik cleared his throat. “i was just saying hi. didn’t know you guys were—” “together?” keeho cut in. “yeah. it’s still new.”

your eyes darted to him. that line was too smooth. too real.

malik raised his eyebrows, gave you a polite nod, and walked off.

you turned to keeho, crossing your arms. “jealous much?”

he scoffed. “of malik? please. dude tried to flirt with you using a biology pun once.” you smirked. “you remember that?”

he paused. “...no.”

liar.

you nudged him with your elbow. “you didn’t have to do that, you know. i can handle a compliment.”

“i know,” he muttered. “i just… didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

you blinked.

“you mean, like… looking at me?”

keeho didn’t answer right away. he stared at the ground, jaw tight. then looked up, eyes meeting yours.

“it just didn’t feel like part of the deal.”

you swallowed. suddenly, the party felt far away. the noise muffled. the only thing you could hear was your heart kicking up a notch.

“so what is part of the deal?” you asked.

his eyes didn’t leave yours. “i don’t know yet.”

for a second, neither of you moved. you weren’t holding hands. weren’t posing. weren’t “selling the fantasy.”

but it still felt real.

you broke the silence with a joke, voice shaky. “you’re really bad at this staying-emotionally-detached thing.”

“you’re really bad at remembering this is fake,” he shot back, but his voice was softer than his words.

and then he walked off toward the kitchen, like he hadn’t just completely derailed your brain.

you stared after him. because the worst part?

you didn’t want it to be fake anymore.

you didn’t expect him to text you.

it was late — like too late — and you were already in bed, scrolling aimlessly through tiktoks you weren’t even watching when his name lit up your screen.

keeho: you up?

you stared at it. the three dots blinked, disappeared. blinked again.

then another message:

keeho: can we talk?

ten minutes later, you were at the park.

don’t ask how. you didn’t even think. just grabbed a hoodie, slipped into sneakers, and walked the few blocks in silence. the night was quiet, the air sticky-sweet with leftover summer. you found him sitting on the swings, hoodie up, legs dragging lazily in the woodchips.

he looked up when he saw you. “hey.”

you sat on the swing next to him. “hey.”

for a moment, neither of you said anything. just swung a little. the creak of the chains filled the quiet.

then keeho exhaled. “she texted me.”

you didn’t need to ask who. nana. again.

“what’d she say?”

“just… the usual.” he kicked at the dirt. “she asked if i missed her.”

you stayed quiet. waited.

“she always does this,” he said. “like clockwork. disappears for weeks and then pops back up like nothing happened. like she didn’t—” he cut off. clenched his jaw. “whatever.”

you glanced over. his eyes were on the ground, but they looked far away, like he wasn’t really seeing anything in front of him.

“you don’t have to talk about it,” you said gently.

“no. i want to.”

that surprised you.

he let the silence hang for a second, then said, “she cheated.”

your head turned fast.

“twice,” he added. “different guys. told me it didn’t mean anything both times.”

you didn’t know what to say. so you didn’t say anything. just waited.

“and the stupid part?” he laughed bitterly. “i stayed. both times. like an idiot.”

you looked at him. “that’s not stupid.”

“felt like it.”

you nudged his knee with yours. “no. loving someone and hoping they’ll change isn’t stupid. it just hurts.”

keeho was quiet. the night wind tugged at the hem of his hoodie.

“i kept thinking if i was enough, she’d stop looking for more,” he said. “but i don’t think i was ever really what she wanted. i was just… convenient. background noise.”

your heart cracked a little at that.

“keeho…”

he finally looked at you. “you ever feel like someone only likes the idea of you? not the real version?”

you nodded slowly. “all the time.”

and you meant it.

people liked you when you smiled. when you were easy to deal with. when you let them talk without asking for much back. but the minute you had feelings, boundaries, needs? it was like you became too much.

you looked at him. really looked.

keeho, who was always the loudest in the room. who made people laugh so they wouldn’t look too close. who made you feel like you were being seen for the first time — even if this whole thing was fake.

except, right now?

nothing about him felt fake.

“you don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” you said. “especially not her.”

keeho stared at you for a second. then his voice dropped.

“you know this was supposed to be a joke, right?”

you nodded.

“but it doesn’t feel like one anymore.”

your breath caught. “yeah,” you said. “i know.”

the wind picked up. his hoodie brushed your arm.

you could’ve reached for his hand. you could’ve kissed him right then.

but neither of you moved.

because neither of you were ready to admit what this really was yet.

so instead, you just sat there. two ghosts on a swing set. quiet. close. not quite lovers. not quite strangers.

chapter three: i get it now

—

you weren’t trying to eavesdrop.

you just came back to get your charger. that’s it.

theo’s house was packed again. some chill hangout that turned into “everyone invite three people.” you had slipped out early — too much noise, too many questions about you and keeho being “lowkey goals.”

you weren’t sure when it stopped being fun pretending.

maybe it was the night at the swings. maybe it was how you caught yourself watching him when he laughed. maybe it was because it never felt fake in the first place.

either way, you were already halfway to the stairs when you heard the voice.

“…you look tired.”

nana.

you froze. instinct said turn around, walk away. but your feet didn’t listen. her voice again, softer now.

“remember when you used to stay up just to text me goodnight? even when you had class at 7?”

silence. your heart pounded.

then keeho, voice low: “that was a long time ago.”

“but i still think about it,” nana said. “i still think about you.”

you clenched your fists. looked at the hallway. the stairs. your way out. but you didn’t move.

“i was stupid, kee,” she said. “i thought i needed attention. i thought you weren’t enough. but it wasn’t you. it was me. and i miss you so much.”

you heard a shaky breath. maybe his.

“we were good together,” she whispered. “you loved me.”

another pause.

then keeho said, “i did.”

your chest dropped.

you knew he had. he told you that night at the park. but hearing him say it to her — like that — made it feel different.

more real. more final.

nana stepped closer. you could hear it. “do you think... we could ever try again?”

and then keeho didn’t answer. not for a long time.

you couldn’t see his face. but you didn’t have to.

you could hear it in the way the silence stretched: he was thinking about it.

not shutting her down. not walking away. he was thinking about it.

you didn’t wait to hear the rest. you left.

—

you didn’t cry. not really.

you got home. climbed into bed. turned your phone face-down.

he hadn’t texted. you didn’t expect him to.

you just stared at the ceiling, your heart trying to convince your head it didn’t mean anything.

but it did.

because somewhere along the way, you forgot this wasn’t yours to begin with.

keeho was never yours.you were just a placeholder. a safe distraction.

he never promised you anything. but still… something in you hoped.

and now?

now, you got it. he didn’t pick you. he never did.

chapter four: better late than never

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you didn’t answer his texts. you didn’t pick up when he called.

but then, at 11:37 pm, your phone buzzed again. keeho: outside.

you threw on your hoodie, grabbed your keys, and headed downstairs.

there he was. leaning against his car, arms crossed, eyes tired but determined.

“get in,” he said softly.

you did.

the engine hummed to life. the world outside blurred in the darkness.

keeho ran a hand through his hair. “i’m sorry you had to see that.”

you swallowed. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“because…” his voice cracked a little, “i wasn’t sure how. or if you’d believe me.”

you blinked.

“nana?” you prompted.

he nodded. “i told her no. told her we’re done. that it was over a long time ago.”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“then i looked for you,” he said. “to tell you. but you weren’t there.”

the silence settled heavy between you.

“why fake date me, then?” you whispered.

keeho looked at you like you’d just asked the hardest question in the world.

“because i liked you,” he said. “ever since middle school.”

you laughed, soft and nervous.

“no way.”

“yeah. you don’t know it, but i’ve been trying to find a way to tell you for years.”

you stared at him, heart pounding.

“so when nana broke up with me,” he continued, “and i was trying to figure out how to move on, i thought… maybe if we did this — fake dating thing ��� i could finally get close enough to you without messing it up.”

“and?”

“and now i’m messing it up anyway.” he smiled sadly.

you shook your head, tears prickling.

“you didn’t mess anything up,” you said.

keeho reached over, gently taking your hand in his.

“so… what now?”

you looked out the window. “now, i think we try for real.”

he smiled. and for the first time in a long time, the silence between you wasn’t heavy.

it was full of promise.

then, without thinking, keeho leaned in slowly, eyes searching yours for permission.

you didn’t hesitate.

your lips met — soft at first, then sure, the kind of kiss that felt like coming home after a long, long journey.

when you finally pulled apart, keeho’s smile was the only thing you needed to know everything was going to be okay.

but then your lips met with hunger, slow and deep — the kind of kiss that melts away every doubt, every fear, every “what if.”

his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he’s memorizing it.

your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him.

the world shrunk to just the two of you, the warmth of the car, the steady beat of your hearts syncing. the distinctive smell of his car.

keeho’s eyes held yours, full of something fierce and tender all at once.

you slowly made your way onto keeho's lap still engraved into the sensual kiss. "I've wanted this for so long" keeho whispers in between breath breaks.

you felt his hand creeping up the back of our shirt. unbuckling your bra in one click. keeho hungrily wrapped his lips around your neck. softly raising your shirt up around your neck and taking off the rest of your bra.

you whimper quietly. keeho then latches his lips on the valley of ur breasts giving soft kisses everywhere around your chest. you then feel his cold hand start massaging one of your breasts.

the only thing you can focus on is the smell of keehos cologne hitting your nose in a good way.

you start tugging on the string of his sweatpants. struggling to talk in between moans. you and keeho both pause when you hear a ring tone going off.

keeho’s phone kept buzzing violently against the dashboard. you glanced over, heart sinking as the screen lit up with a flood of messages.

“you think you can just steal him? pathetic.” “i recorded everything. you two making out in the car. don’t think i won’t use it.” “this isn’t over. keep your hands off what’s mine.” “you’re a joke, y/n.” “watch your back.”

keeho’s fingers trembled as he scrolled through the texts, his face tightening. “she’s trying to scare us,” he muttered. “but i’m not backing down.”

you reached out, taking the phone gently. “did she really record it?”

keeho swallowed hard. “yeah. she has a way of showing up when you least expect it.”

the weight of nana’s threat settled between you both, thick and suffocating.

“what if she posts it?” you whispered.

keeho’s jaw clenched.

"i know what i have to do"

chapter five: breaking point

—

the next day, you spotted nana at school, leaning against her locker like she owned the hallway. your heart pounded, but you squared your shoulders and walked straight up to her.

“we need to talk,” you said, voice steady.

nana looked up, eyes narrowing. “oh? about what?”

“about those messages you sent. the threats, the recording—you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

nana shrugged, feigning innocence. “messages? i don’t know what you mean. maybe you’re just imagining things.”

something inside you snapped.

“don’t lie to me.”

her lips curled into a smirk. “why would i threaten you? you’re the one playing with keeho’s feelings.”

“he’s not yours to play with anymore. back off.”

nana stepped closer, eyes blazing. “or what?”

before you could react, she shoved you hard.

you stumbled back but caught yourself.

“don’t push me.”

she shoved you again, harder this time.

you shoved back.

the hallway fell silent as the fight escalated. fists flew, desperate and raw. a sharp sting exploded across your cheek—blood.

you touched your face, tasting iron.

keeho and some friends rushed over, breaking you apart.

“enough!” keeho barked.

breathing hard, you glared at nana. “this isn’t over.”

nana spat back with a busted lip, “bring it.”

and just like that, the school hallway felt like a battlefield.

the days after the fight felt like walking through a storm.

everyone was talking—whispers, rumors—but you and keeho kept close, holding onto each other through it all.

one afternoon, nana cornered you in the hallway, eyes tired and less fierce.

“fine,” she said quietly, “i lied about the recording. i just wanted to scare you. i didn’t mean for it to get this bad.”

you studied her for a moment, surprise softening your stance.

“so you accept it? us?” you asked.

she hesitated. “yeah. maybe i have to.”

keeho joined you both, stepping in beside you.

“we’re not trying to hurt anyone,” he said calmly. “we just want to be honest.”

nana nodded, a small, reluctant smile breaking through.

later, under the soft glow of streetlights, you and keeho sat on the hood of his car. fireworks going off.

“i never thought this would end up like this,” you admitted.

keeho took your hand, squeezing gently.

“me neither,” he said. “but i’m glad it did.”

you smiled, heart full.

“so, no more fake dating?”

keeho laughed softly. “no more pretending. this time, it’s real.”

you leaned into him, the city fading away as you shared a quiet kiss.

whatever came next, you’d face it together.

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this was so boringly written so if there's spelling mistakes mb!! but thank you for reading i love yall sm ! xx

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KEEHO: dom!keeho, overstimulation & body worship keeho is all about praise, possession, and overstimulation. a mix of soft obsession and dominant energy that completely takes you over. he thrives on watching you fall apart, trembling under his touch while he whispers encouragement into your skin. his hands never stop. rubbing circles into your hips, squeezing your thighs while he eats you out like he’s starving. “you’re so fucking perfect, baby. look at you.” he’ll say it like a prayer, over and over again. and once you cum? he doesn’t stop. he kisses you through it, fingers still inside, tongue back on your clit while you cry and squirm in his grip. he also worships your body like it’s sacred. stretch marks, softness, skin. nothing gets ignored. he’ll pin you down just to mouth at your belly or bite into your inner thighs, humming as he marks you everywhere but where you want him most. “i could live between your legs,” he’ll murmur, tongue dragging up your slit. and when he’s inside you? he’s slow, deep, and deliberate. keeping eye contact, letting you feel every inch. keeho wants to make sure you know how good you make him feel. his aftercare is next level too: full of giggles, soft teasing, snacks, water, and long back rubs that lull you into sleep.

THEO: soft dom & breeding kink theo is the gentle dom that makes you feel so small in his hands. big, warm, slow with his touch but filthy with his mouth. he’ll press you into the mattress and say “relax, i’ve got you,” right before sliding inside, groaning from how tight you are. he’s all about slow, heavy strokes. deep enough to make you shake, slow enough to draw it out. and he loves kissing while he fucks. hands tangled in your hair, lips brushing yours while he moans “so good, so tight, you feel so good, baby.” he’s not aggressive, but he’s so focused it feels intense. his breeding kink is strong. he’s not loud about it, but the possessiveness bleeds into every word. he finishes deep, every time. hands on your hips, body flushed to yours, holding you down while he groans “take it. just like that. let me fill you up.” and when he sees it leaking out? he pushes it back in with his fingers, gently. slowly. whispering “don’t waste a drop, baby.” he’s obsessed with the image of you completely full. even if it’s just the fantasy, the effect is the same. theo wants to leave you ruined, wrecked, and full of him for hours.

JIUNG: switch!jiung, mirror play & messy oral jiung loves giving. and receiving, pleasure in every way. he’s a switch to the core, equally addicted to topping you and watching you ride him until he’s losing his mind. he’ll suck on your fingers just to make you flinch, press kisses down your stomach before dragging his tongue across your folds, completely focused. he loves watching you in the mirror. sitting behind you with his arms around your waist while he grinds up into you slowly. “look at you,” he whispers. “you’re so sexy like this. you see how good i make you feel?” oral is his favorite kind of foreplay. both giving and receiving. he loves it messy, with spit and moans and slippery fingers between your thighs. he’ll have you cumming on his tongue with tears down your cheeks and still beg for more. “again, baby. i’m not done yet.” and when you get on your knees? he melts. whines. tangles his hands in your hair and rocks his hips while whispering “you’re so good at that. don’t stop. please.” whether he’s the one fucking you against the mirror or whining under your mouth. jiung lives for shared control, messy pleasure, and the kind of sex that leaves you both breathless.

INTAK: jealousy kink & teasing dom intak is flirty, cocky, dangerously competitive. and all of that turns up tenfold when he’s in bed. he’s got a jealousy kink that comes out hot. not mean, but needy. you laugh at another guy’s joke and his hand slides up your thigh, lips against your ear like “is he making you wet right now? or is it still me?” when he’s jealous, he fucks you harder. rougher. he pins your wrists, marks your chest, keeps his name on your tongue until you can’t say anything but his name. he wants to prove he’s the best, and he does. over and over. he’s a teasing dom, too. obsessed with edging, denial, and making you earn it. his favorite move is pulling you into his lap, grinding you over his thigh until you’re crying. “what’s wrong? thought you wanted it,” he’ll coo, fingers brushing between your folds. and when you beg? he’ll still drag it out. his smirk is infuriating, and he knows exactly how hot it makes you. and when he finally gives in? it’s like flipping a switch. fast, needy, possessive, breathless moans and low praises like “mine. say it.” because under all that cocky energy is someone desperate to be your only one.

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JONGSEOB: possessive switch & orgasm control jongseob is young, but cocky. confident in a way that’s almost dangerous. his favorite thing is orgasm control. he gets hard watching you squirm, watching you beg, watching your thighs shake while he pulls his fingers away right before you cum. “not yet,” he says, voice low, dragging his tongue slowly up your slit. he’ll edge you again and again until you’re crying, then finally give in. just to ruin you more. and when you try to rush it? he grips your hips and growls “you cum when i say.” he’s a possessive switch. dominant when he needs to be, but loves being topped by someone who earns it. if you ride him with control, if you tease him and say “don’t cum yet,” he’ll listen, just barely. and then flip you over the second he gets the chance. he leaves marks on your thighs, scratches on your hips, kisses on your neck like a brand. jongseob doesn’t just want your body. he wants your willpower. and once it breaks? he fucks you until your voice is gone, then holds you while you sleep, whispering “no one else gets you like i do.”

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Under grey skies

P1harmony Intak x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Caught in the rain after a long day, Intak and his girlfriend share warm food, playful teasing, and an unexpected kiss—turning a gloomy night into something unforgettable.

Word count: 796

The rain had been falling since morning, tapping a steady rhythm against the windows of Intak’s apartment. Outside, the sky was all greys and mist. Inside, the mood was a little brighter—thanks mostly to the boy who couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes.

You were curled up on the couch with a blanket over your legs, scrolling on your phone. Intak had taken over the floor, lying on his stomach with a sketchbook in front of him, humming some random tune and drawing… what looked like a cat wearing sunglasses?

You peeked over. “Is that supposed to be me?”

He glanced up, a grin tugging at his lips. “If you say it is, I’ll deny it. If you say it’s not, I’ll say it definitely is.”

You laughed. “So basically, I lose either way.”

“Exactly,” he said proudly.

You shook your head, setting your phone aside. “This is not how I imagined our Saturday. I wanted dumplings and overpriced market lemonade.”

Intak rolled onto his back dramatically. “And instead, you’re stuck with my excellent company, blanket stealing, and unmatched art skills.”

You kicked his foot lightly. “You haven’t offered me snacks once.”

He gasped. “You’re right. I’m failing as a boyfriend.”

“Catastrophically.”

He jumped to his feet like a man on a mission. “Alright. Operation Make It Up to You is a go.”

“Oh no.”

“Too late,” he called, already halfway to the kitchen. “Popcorn is happening. And dumplings, probably burnt ones. And I’m picking the movie. Something terrible and dramatic.”

“You’re aiming to make it worse, huh?”

“I prefer to call it memorable.”

He poked his head around the corner a moment later, holding up a bag of microwave popcorn like it was a trophy. “Step one: success.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re really proud of that, huh?”

“Are you questioning my snack-making legacy?”

“You made microwave popcorn.”

“With love.”

You laughed, unable to keep a straight face as he strutted back in and flopped beside you on the couch. He tossed a piece of popcorn in the air, caught it with his mouth, and then tried to do the same for you—only to miss, and have it bounce off your cheek.

“You did that on purpose,” you said, glaring playfully.

“I definitely didn’t, but I’ll pretend I did for the sake of my ego.”

You leaned closer, picking up a piece and popping it into his mouth yourself. “There. Redeemed.”

He looked smug for all of two seconds before quietly mumbling, “Still aiming for that kiss, though.”

Your brows lifted. “Oh? Is that part of Operation Make It Up to Me?”

“Obviously.” He scooted closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “Very important step. I read somewhere it boosts serotonin.”

“Mmm, science. Can’t argue with that.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “But I don’t know if you deserve a kiss after that popcorn throw.”

“I was trying to be romantic!”

“You hit me in the face!”

“Gently!”

You broke into a laugh, and he took advantage of the moment to lean in—close enough that his breath brushed your skin.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, voice softer now.

Your heart stuttered. “You already are.”

Then, without another word, you kissed him—quick at first, like a tease. But he leaned in again, one hand cupping the side of your face, the kiss deepening just enough to make your stomach flutter.

When you finally pulled back, he blinked like he was rebooting.

“So…” he said, lips still pink from the kiss, “…clearly, I’m doing something right.”

You smirked. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“No promises.”

You nestled into his side as he grabbed the remote and started scrolling through terrible movie options. The rain kept falling outside, but the couch was warm, the popcorn was edible, and the boy beside you had that dumb grin on his face again.

Honestly? Not the day you planned. But somehow, way better.

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No labels, just us

Situationship Theo x reader

Summary: You and Theo are stuck in a quiet situationship, afraid to define it—until one night, he finally admits it’s always meant more.

Word count: 1,999

You’ve always been bad at labeling things.

Friend. Lover. Crush.

What does it mean when he lingers a little longer in your apartment than he needs to? When he leans in during a movie and his pinky brushes yours—but doesn’t move away? When he sends a goodnight text that has no emojis but still somehow feels tender?

Theo is hard to pin down.

So are you.

It started like most stories do these days—mutual friends, a half-full bar, a low-hum buzz of music, and the kind of conversation that stretches just long enough to feel like a coincidence. You’d talked about your favorite shows, how annoying Seoul traffic was, and why you thought horoscopes were a scam.

Theo had laughed—low, genuine—and said, “You really don’t believe in signs?”

“I believe in actions,” you’d replied, finishing your drink. “Not vibes.”

He’d smiled in that soft, unreadable way of his and offered to walk you home.

You didn’t expect to see him again.

But a week later, he texted.

Now it’s been months.

Three AM and he’s lying next to you, scrolling through something on his phone while you lie wide awake, watching the way the screen lights up the slope of his nose.

“You’re not tired?” he asks, voice low.

You shake your head.

Theo glances at you, then sets the phone on the nightstand. He’s quiet for a second before asking, “Want me to play something? Like… those ambient rain videos you always listen to?”

It’s not romantic, not really. But it is thoughtful. And it’s enough to make your chest ache just a little.

You nod. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

He cues up a looped rainfall track and leans back against the headboard, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling like he’s trying to read secrets in the plaster.

You don’t touch him.

You never do first.

People talk about situationships like they’re all casual and light. Like it’s easy.

But this?

This is walking on a tightrope that stretches between two skyscrapers. You’re always balancing—hope and reality in either hand.

You go out for food, not dates. You sit close, but you never kiss in public. You’ve met his friends, but he’s never said, This is her. Just your name. Like it means something, but never defines it.

Still, you know the things that matter.

Theo likes caramel more than chocolate. He hums when he brushes his teeth. His hands get cold when he’s nervous.

You know how he hates being misunderstood. How sometimes, in the middle of a conversation, he just gets quiet—not because he’s upset, but because he’s thinking too fast to explain himself.

And he knows you cry when you get angry. That you hate being touched when you’re overwhelmed. That sometimes you pretend to be okay just so people won’t ask questions.

You know each other deeply.

You just don’t know where you stand.

One night, you sit on your rooftop eating convenience store ice cream straight from the tub, legs swinging over the edge. Theo’s beside you, hoodie pulled low over his hair, the city glittering below like spilled glitter.

“I think I want to quit,” you say suddenly.

He glances at you. “Quit what?”

“My job.” You dig your spoon into the tub and shrug. “It’s not what I thought it would be. I’m always tired. I feel like I’m… not living. Just performing, you know?”

Theo hums. “Yeah. I get that.”

You look over at him. “Do you ever think about just disappearing? Like… throwing your phone into the Han River and going off-grid?”

“More than you’d think.”

The ice cream melts between you.

“I like this,” you say, quietly.

“What? The ice cream?”

You shake your head, eyes on the skyline. “No. This. Us. When it’s quiet. When I don’t have to pretend I’m not hoping for more.”

You don’t usually talk like this. You don’t usually let yourself bleed in front of him.

Theo goes still beside you. The only sound is the traffic below and the faint buzz of a plane cutting across the sky.

Then he speaks.

“I think about you all the time,” he says. “Even when I try not to.”

Your breath catches.

“But I’m scared I can’t be what you need.”

You nod. Slow. Honest. “Then tell me. Let me decide if I still want to stay.”

Theo looks at you. Really looks. The kind of look that’s heavy with words he’ll never say out loud.

“I don’t know what this is,” he murmurs. “But I don’t want to lose it.”

Neither do you.

But is that enough?

Weeks pass. Nothing changes. Everything changes.

You stop bringing up the what are we questions. He stops trying to answer them.

But you still meet on your rooftop. You still sleep tangled up in each other on weekends. You still text him when something funny happens, and he still sends you voice notes when he’s on the road, just to say he’s thinking of you.

Sometimes, late at night, you wonder if this is love dressed in denial. Or if it’s just loneliness with good lighting.

One night, Theo shows up at your apartment soaking wet. No umbrella. No warning.

You stare at him from the doorway. “What happened to—”

“I had to see you.”

Your throat dries. “You could’ve texted.”

“I didn’t want to give myself time to overthink.”

His voice is raw, his hair dripping. You step aside to let him in.

He kicks off his shoes, breathing hard. Not from running. From nerves.

“I keep trying to act like this is casual,” he says, standing in your living room like he’s afraid it’ll disappear. “But it’s not. Not to me.”

You swallow. “Then what is it?”

Theo hesitates, then takes a step toward you.

“You matter to me,” he says softly. “More than I let on. More than I know how to show sometimes.”

Your heart thunders. “Then say it.”

“I’m scared.”

“So am I.”

Another beat.

Then he closes the distance. Gently. Carefully. His hands hover near your waist like he’s asking for permission. You lean in first.

The kiss is slow. Warm. Familiar. But also entirely new. Like you’ve been orbiting each other for months and finally found the gravity to land.

Later, wrapped in dry clothes and limbs, you lie on the couch, his fingers tracing circles on your bare shoulder.

“I don’t want a label,” he says.

You tense.

“But I do want to try,” he continues. “For real. No more pretending it doesn’t mean something.”

You tilt your head to look at him. “Is that your way of asking me to be with you?”

He smirks. “Maybe.”

“Then you suck at asking.”

Theo laughs—quiet, soft, real. “Will you be mine?”

You reach for his hand. “Only if you’ll be mine too.”

He nods, threading your fingers together.

“Deal.”

You never thought a situationship could turn into something real. But maybe it wasn’t casual to begin with.

Maybe it was always love—just waiting for both of you to admit it.

In the half-light of your living room, with the rain still whispering against the windows, you think maybe this is what it feels like to finally arrive.

Not in a perfect ending.

But in a real beginning.

[weneed-luv]

Minty revenge

P1harmony Keeho x reader

Summary: A playful prank war between you and Keeho takes a surprising turn when he ends it with an unexpected kiss—and a confession.

Word count: 699

It started with toothpaste in his Oreos.

You’d been bored. He’d been bragging. Something about “having the mental strength of a Navy SEAL” because he survived three consecutive dance practices and didn’t complain once. You rolled your eyes, made a mental note, and carefully replaced the cream in his favorite cookies with minty freshness.

The scream he let out echoed through the dorm.

“You psychopath!” he cried, dramatically spitting into the sink.

“You wanted dessert,” you said sweetly. “I just added dental hygiene.”

He glared at you with toothpaste still foaming at the corners of his mouth. “This means war.”

You underestimated how serious Keeho was about revenge.

The next morning, your alarm went off—twice. Once at your usual 8 AM, and again at 3:30 AM thanks to the second alarm he secretly set on your phone. You woke up thinking the world was ending, only to find a smug sticky note on your mirror:

“Navy SEALs wake up early. —K 💋”

You were still half-asleep when you started plotting retaliation.

It escalated quickly. He switched your shampoo for conditioner. You filled his hoodie pockets with glitter. He taped googly eyes to every photo in your bedroom. You rigged his speaker to play Baby Shark at full blast the next time he turned it on.

Somehow, no one else in the dorms got involved. Everyone just watched from a safe distance, amused but wisely uninvolved.

“Do you two even like each other?” Jiung asked one day, peeking over his phone.

Keeho gave a lazy shrug, not looking up from his cereal. “Nope. Can’t stand her.”

You threw a grape at him. He caught it in his mouth without blinking.

It should have ended there. Really, it should have. But you had one more trick.

It involved a small bottle of fake tattoo ink and a very sleepy Keeho who always napped shirtless after practice.

You spent twenty careful minutes in his room while he snored into his pillow. When he finally woke up, he stumbled to the bathroom and let out the most unholy noise you’d ever heard.

“WHAT. IS. ON. MY. BACK?!”

“Looks like a tattoo,” you called from the hallway.

“YOU GAVE ME A TRAMP STAMP OF A DOLPHIN?!”

You collapsed into the hallway carpet, wheezing. “With a heart! Don’t forget the heart!”

He stormed out shirtless, phone in hand, trying to twist and take a photo of his back.

“This is the final straw,” he hissed.

“Oh yeah?” you grinned. “Whatcha gonna do, glue my shoes to the ceiling?”

He didn’t respond.

He just walked up to you, stared, and then—kissed you.

Right there, in the middle of the hallway, with toothpaste Oreos and glitter-filled shoes in your shared history, he kissed you like it was the most obvious move in the world.

When he pulled back, you blinked, speechless.

He smirked. “Told you I’d win.”

You stared at him, heart doing gymnastics. “That was cheating.”

“Nah.” He grinned wider. “It was strategy.”

You folded your arms, pretending your cheeks weren’t on fire. “So what now? You win and we go back to being normal?”

His smile softened, just a little. “No. Now I take you on a date, and then I win.”

“…Oh.”

He raised a brow. “Oh?”

You huffed. “Fine. But I’m bringing glitter.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling the way they only did when he was really, truly happy.

“Of course you are,” he said. “That’s why I like you.”