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Missed Train - Johnny Suh

pairing: johnny x f!reader

genre: strangers (pseudo enemies) to ???, one night escapade, smut, fluff, angst.

wc: 5k

warnings: arguing, sexual innuendos, cursing, angry makeout, petting, unprotected sex (do NOT do this)

synopsis: A missed train and a heated argument lead to an unfortunate change of plans for the night, or so you think. Instead of hanging with your friends, you find yourself stuck with a stranger. Blaming each other for the mess, neither of you wants to admit you're tired, broke, and still somehow enjoying each other's company. But what starts as an annoying encounter, becomes something deeper and exiting.

As the clock hits 11:30 PM, you roughly pass through the crowd, glancing up at the screen at the end of the hallway. Your eyes flick to the time again.

You head down the stairs like you’re being stalked by a serial killer looking for a new victim, your breath is shallow, as you’re scanning the timetable for your train’s platform.

Then you run, dodging people, double checking every sign. "Watch out!" a voice shouts just before they slams into your shoulder. You stumble, heavy bags hit the floor. As you turn to grab yours, your eyes catch the sliding doors of your train, closing. “Fuck!” You drop to your knees, frantically grabbing your things. Then a hand grabs your arm.

“My phone.” the guy says, staring dead into your eyes. You glance down and realize you’d accidentally scooped up one of his things. He snatches it out of your hand and turns—too late. His train’s already gone. You look back, yours is gone too.

“Thanks a lot” he mutters sarcastically, arms full of his stuff as he gets up. You don’t say anything. You just stare at him as he plops onto the only bench on the platform with a loud sigh. You mimic his sarcasm under your breath and look around. That was your last fucking train.

Defeated, you slump onto the same bench, keeping as much distance as possible between you and the guy. “You’ve got a nerve sitting here after making me miss my train” he says, not even bothering to look your way. You barely register his words. All you can think about is the fact that you're now in a city you barely know, with no place to stay. When you don’t answer, he mumbles, “Next time, don’t stare down at your phone, goddamn it.”

That snaps you out of it. “I’m sorry Mr. Fucking Slenderman didn’t see me” you shoot back, shoving your things back into your bag. He rolls his eyes. What an asshole. “I was looking at the map,” you add, mostly to yourself. “I didn’t know where I was going.” He slowly turns to you. “You need a map to get on a train?” “—Well, I’m in the middle of nowhere. It’s a miracle this place even has a station.” You drop your arms, feeling resigned.

Silence. The only sound is the faint beeping from a vending machine down the hallway. You speak again, calmer now “Are the cheap hotels here, like… safe? Or could I actually die?” He doesn’t answer at first. Just stares at the wall like he's pondering. “You’re gonna die” he says flatly, standing up and jingling some coins. You sink deeper into your seat, rubbing your temples, trying to think.

A moment later, he’s back, holding two water bottles. He sets one down beside your seat. You glance up, brows furrowed. He doesn’t say anything. Just drinks his water and minds his business. You don’t get him. What's his deal? And where was he supposed to go?

Suddenly out of desperation, you stand up. “Listen, I need a place to stay. Just tell me where the closest hotel or motel—or whatever is, and I’m good.” He looks up at you and shakes his head, rising from the bench. “You may have ruined my night—but the last thing I’m gonna do is send you into fuckass Gotham.” You both look like total idiots, arguing on an empty platform.

“Gotham?” You scoff, turning to walk away. “Yeah, like the comics…Batman! Are you—Are you even listening!?” he shouts after you as you walk out of the station. His heavy footsteps follow. “I know what fucking Gotham is. Just leave me alone if you’re not gonna help.” You spin to face him.

His face twists into something annoyed, but also resigned. “Hotels around here don’t usually give out rooms after midnight” he says. You check your phone. It’s past midnight. “Who the hell made this rule??!!” you yell, hands tangled in your hair. You were losing your mind.

He shrugs and sips his water. “You hungry?” You want to scream at his face. Or just walk away stomping your way out. But yeah... you’re hungry. And wandering the streets alone wasn’t a smart choice. So you sigh as you follow him up the stairs. You don’t know what you're doing, or if you can trust this guy. But right now, you honestly just need a little company to help the night go by so you just stopped caring.

1 AM

“Name's Johnny" he sounds calmer. "Y/n." You answer, staring out at the long, busy road. The neon lights of the city make you feel like you're in Blade Runner, just a little watered down.

Then he starts explaining things you honestly don’t care to hear: about the best places to eat around here, and how the clubs are wild in the summer. You listen passively, feet screaming for a break from all the walking and running. You have to admit, he looks good. His voice is nice too. Even if you’re not really following what he’s saying, you enjoy the way he says it.

He looks confident — not trying to act tough — but definitely someone you wouldn’t mess with.

While you're examining him, he suddenly stops, pointing at a small corner up the road. There's a doner place with a flickering neon green sign above the door. As you get there, he glances down at you. "What's the lady's preference?" You ignore him. “Fries. With loads of ketchup and mayo, thanks." You speak directly to the worker, who looks like he’s barely holding it together. Johnny raises his eyebrows, quietly accepting the brush off as he orders the same, minus the sauce. You both lean on the counter while music plays in the background.

♪ …you can jive~ having the time of your life… ♪

When the food’s ready, you thank the worker and grab a couple soda cans before sitting on the curb. You pop yours open and it explodes, drenching your neck and jawline. Johnny watches for a beat, then suddenly drags a hand along your neck, licking the soda off the back of his fingers.

You stare at him, stunned. He casually starts eating his fries like that didn’t just happen. You’re amused, though. That’s one thing. And honestly, you stopped minding this guy’s lunatic behavior, you sip your soda, still bubbling. "I was supposed to go to my friend’s place later." Another sip. You’re so thirsty from all the walking.

“We planned it, like, two months ago. Now I’m here, eating sloppy ass fries... with a freak." You swirl your drink in small circles, face unmoving. "I mean, you’re the one who drowned them in sauce" he replies, completely dodging the point. He sighs. “Let’s go." He stands, and you instinctively follow, trying to keep up with the pace of his long legs.

2 AM

Johnny doesn’t wait for a response. He just heads straight, a pub comes into view, neon signs flickering, the line of people outside all hoping to get in. And there’s the bouncer, scanning the inpatient crowd. “Mr. Slenderman, i don’t know if youre aware, but im broke.” without answering, Johnny heads toward a rusty metal fence that takes to a sketchy back entrance to the pub. He twitches a bit, thinking hard, then jumps over, landing lightly on the other side.

You freeze for a second, watching him. “You’re just gonna stand there and look pretty?” Johnny calls. You hesitate, then you run toward the fence and push yourself over. …What the hell am i doing…a reality check throws you off, but then Johnny gives you a quick nod of approval, so you just accept your fate.

“Just not a pretty face, got it.” he smirks. You flip him off, but there’s a flutter in your chest that you can’t ignore. “Lets get inside already.”As you follow him down the narrow alley, the sound of thumping bass gets louder, Johnny knocks twice on the back door and a unbothered worker opens it without asking any questions.

Inside, a pulsing beat vibrates through the ground. People are crowded together, most dancing, others talking over the nasty bass. The air is thick with smoke and the smell of alcohol, and you can physically feel the heat from the bodies around you. Johnny leads the way, moving through the crowd with ease. His shoulders are wide and the earring on his ear shines brightly. You try to keep up, time to time he glances over his shoulder, flashes a quick smile, but now he fully reaches for your waist, pulling you along faster.

“Stay close” he shouts over the music. You nod, but you struggle to focus on anything but the overwhelming noise movement. You’re not sure if it’s the crowd, the music, or the fact that Johnny’s hand is still firmly on your waist, but you’re feeling a hot sensation all over your body. You finally find a spot by the bar, Johnny glances over at you, his sculpted face partially illuminated by the flashing lights across the room. He leans in close “You good?”.

Even if you can barely hear him over the music your heart keeps racing, and you're not sure if it’s the adrenaline or something else. “yeah, sure” after clearing up your throat, you turn your face towards the opposite side, avoiding his gaze. You managed to stay cool the whole time, but the impulse to drown his face with kisses, keeps calling you, making you more and more obvious. His eyes flick to your lips, you breath in, bravely closing the distance.

His face is inches from yours, you can almost taste his lips, as you feel overwhelmed that something is about to happen with a guy you met in the worst moment ever. Just as you’re about to close the gap, a voice interrupts brutally. “What can I get ya?” the bartender leans over the counter. As the three of you stare at eachother for a brief moment, Johnny pulls away, there’s a small hint of frustration in his eyes that you catch before he hides it.

“Two shots of Jäger.” Johnny does’t hesitate, his voice is steady and deep, like nothing just happened. In the meantime you still feel the heat from the moment, and force yourself to look away from Johnny for a second, you almost feel ashamed, that you are actually enjoying this. The bartender slides the drinks across the counter with a subdle smirk.

Johnny grabs them as he mouths “thank you” to the guy. He then waits for you, his eyes never leave you as you both lift your shot glasses. Without a word, you tilt your head back, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it pours down your throat. As he slams the empty glass on the counter, he groans, and you follow, tasting that strong herb flavor.

3 AM

Time seems to pass faster, but the tension between you and Johnny keeps building up. You’re not sure what to do. You could take things further, but you don’t want anything with a stranger. And if you did cross that line, you’d stop it the moment you catch that train at 5 am.

You watch Johnny as he nods his head to the beat, looking effortlessly handsome. You can't help but keep looking as he pulls off his zip up hoodie, revealing his chest wrapped in a tight black shirt. His muscles flex beneath the dim lights, and you notice the curve of his abs and the blue band of his boxers. Then Johnny moves in closer, pulling you next to him. He’s got this way of making you do what he pleases. Being chest to chest with him feels strange, and yet, in a way, it's almost like the beat’s guiding you. Just when you start to get into it, a realization hits you like a brick.

You didn’t warn your friends after you missed the last train. And like you always do, you had put your phone on “Do Not Disturb.” “Shit—” you mutter under your breath, pulling your phone from the back pocket of your jeans.

7 missed calls from D.

4 missed calls from J.

5 missed calls from Z.

“—Shit-shit-shit” Now Johnny’s got your attention. He leans in closer, asking you what's wrong, his voice barely audible over the booming music. “I gotta take this” you shout, holding up your phone. “Now?” Johnny raises an eyebrow. He’s not wrong, the damage is already done. You could let it slide, just for a little longer.

But that’s not the issue. The issue is how much Johnny is influencing your own decision, even if he’s not pushing or forcing anything. And somehow, you keep finding yourself following his lead. Johnny’s gaze lingers as you check your phone, the screen flashing with all those missed calls. You feel your stomach tighten.

“You know what? you should call them back,” he leans in “you must have been so worried about them, considering you spent most of the night not even texting them once.” His words hit like a bullet, you dont know if its anger towards his statement, or the fact that he’s right.

You’ve been ignoring your phone all night, because for some reason, tonight felt like a weird spontaneous adventure that you didn’t want to end. But more than everything, hearing Johnny’s sarcastic tone makes something inside you snap, probably because it’s like the station situation all over again. “Sorry?” you shoot back, your voice sharp. “What’s it that could bother you if I didn’t call them back? Don’t act like it’s your responsability.”

Johnny’s eyebrows raise. “Responsibility? I’m not saying that.” He steps closer, his jaw tight. “I just, I don’t get why you’ve been so damn careless the whole night and then out of the blue just remember you’ve ignored your friends.” “So now I’m the careless one? Got it” you chuckle bitterly as frustration builds up.

Johnny tilts his head slightly, the hard edge in his expression not budging. “You know, you can’t just avoid your problems by projecting them onto me, right?” He softens his face, almost condescendingly. You stare at him, feeling exposed. It’s like he’s an authority figure who’s just caught you doing something wrong. You can’t argue with him, what you did was wrong, it’s true, but the audacity of this guy, standing there thinking he can talk to you as if you were a child, makes your blood boil.

“Fuck off, will you.” you can’t stand how he’s making you feel like a mess just by standing there all calm and self assured. Looking for a quieter place, you take a step back, trying to put some distance between you, but Johnny steps forward, closing the gap again. His eyes are intense now, as you look at him you try to guess what emotions he’s been feeling.

“Why cant you just admit it?” He asks as he follows you through the hallway, you stop and look up at him, trying to hold your ground. “I don’t have to admit anything to a stranger, that’s one thing.” Johnny takes a sharp breath and stays silent. He’s still standing too close, and the heat between you is sky rocketing. You can’t tell if you’re angry with him or if you’re just irritated that he’s got you good. But the words are out before you can stop them: “You’re a fucking asshole, Johnny.”

He doesn’t flinch. You’re both locked in a silent standoff. Johnny clenches his jaw, not saying a word. The anger between you two is still there, but now that the overwhelming music and the bickering is over, there’s something else you’re both feeling, lust, hunger, something raw that makes your heart beat harder. “You’re unbelievable—” you mutter, shaking your head in disbelief. The fact that he’s not letting his anger get the best of him only makes you more pissed.

Without warning, Johnny grabs your wrist, pulling you toward the back of the club. You’re not sure whether to yell at him or to just kiss him, but you let him drag you through the hallway. As you step into the bathroom, the music is muffled now and you’re both breathing heavily. You don’t know how you ended up here. One second you were fighting in a corner of the bar, and the next, you were in this tiny, dim lit bathroom, alone with him.

“This is ridiculous” you say, though it’s more of a tease. Johnny leans in, his hand sliding from your wrist to your arm, till he reaches the side of your neck. You can’t stop yourself from quivering at his firm touch, your breath catching in your throat. Finally ready to break the tension, he pulls you toward him, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss he so desperately needed. As you lock the bathroom door, now that nothing can interrupt it gets heated, messy.

While you're kissing him back, you let all that built up frustration pour into the moment. He grabs your waist and ass firmly, lifting you like you're light as air. He sets you down on the sink counter, trying to feel you everywhere at once. You wrap one arm around his neck, the other sliding to the small of his back.

He hunches over your body, getting closer. When you finally pull away, your lips are raw and wet. Neither of you speaks. You just sit there, breathing heavy, staring at each other, trying to make sense of how things escalated. Johnny's eyes flicker to yours, tired and a little dazed. “You’re a fucking weirdo” he mutters, but his voice is soft, and you can tell he's smiling. You shush him, wanting to keep that tension burning.

Silence settles into the small room again. He steps back a bit, admiring you, then slowly moves his hands up from your hips to your waist, until he reaches your ribcage. His grip is strong, and when his hands hover just beneath your breasts, your body twitches. You meet his gaze. There's no more anger in your eyes now, just something sly, hungry. You’re imagining all the possibilities in this cramped bathroom.

He's been good to you, even when he had every right to yell. But you knew that his anger had to go somewhere. His hands keep moving, steady and sure. Yours tangle in his hair, pulling his head toward your skin. He thrusts his hips between your thighs, pressing hard against your core. You rock your hips in rhythm, feeling the pressure building, and something growing in his jeans.

He groans, then lifts his face, eyes darkened. He grabs your face firmly and kisses you aggressively, like he’s still mad about earlier. Keeping up with him is hard, but it’s satisfying. You move your jaw up and down, in sync with the way your hips grind against his. It’s getting hotter.

You grab onto his shirt, clutching at his broad shoulders. Smoothly, he lifts your top, letting it fall onto the counter. His mouth parts slightly as he stares at your exposed body, pinned against the cold bathroom mirror, vulnerable.

There’s a moment of hesitation between you both. Then, you pull off his shirt too. As your hands slide along his muscles, you feel his skin twitch under your touch. He starts cupping your chest again, this time slower, more controlled.

“You like that?” he murmurs. His deep voice makes your heart skip, your blood rushing straight to your cheeks and ears. You whine softly, glancing to the side, his gaze is too much. It flusters you and you feel this isn’t right. But that only makes your heart pound harder and needier.

You slide your hands down his belt, unbuckling it. You avoid his gaze, focusing on getting his zip down. He doesn’t say anything, just chuckles at your nervous hands, pressing his forehead to yours, watching your attempt.

You finally get his pants open, and he reaches down, pulling out his erection. You breathe in and scooch over slightly. He grips your hip, and then moves your panties to the side, his tip brushing against your sensitive spot. He teases you at first, glancing up at you every now and then.

“You want it?” he tilts his head, locking eyes with you. You nod slowly, dreamy eyed and blushing like crazy. You cannot believe you’re actually doing this, ignoring your worried friends in a pub’s bathroom, stuck with a guy you couldn’t stand, that now is making you this wet and aroused.

He bites his lower lip, then enters slowly, and you can't help but gasp. He's big, so he inevitably starts to stretch you out. You whimper quietly, as if making a sound would make you feel too vulnerable. One of his hands grips the edge of the corner, his biceps bulging, veins standing out under the harsh shadows.

He thrusts into you, slow but deep, and you cling to him, trying to draw him even deeper. Your thighs tremble as the rhythm of his thrusts grows faster, needier. His breathing turns ragged, louder, but he doesn't ease up. He's rough, but deliberate. He knows exactly what you want.

"Speak up" he rasps, but you're so overwhelmed you go silent. Your stomach tightens, your walls clench around him, and the rush makes you bold enough to lean in, wailing into his ear. Your moans, sweet and uncontrolled, make him go crazy, he can't hide it. He starts kissing under your jawline, heatedly, groaning like it's his reward.

Your nails rake across his thick, healthy skin, overwhelmed by the way his hips grind harder into your gummy walls. He doesn't stop, his thumb now pressing firmly against your clit, eyes locked on yours as you feel it start to pulse beneath his touch. A wave of heat crashes over you, making you lightheaded. Then you're kissing him back, hungry, his soft lips crashing into yours with just as much need.

In the midst of your lower body going limp, you feel your climax creeping closer, and he knows it. He slows down, losing that rough rhythm from before, but his thumb still teases your sweet, sore spot as he keeps thrusting in, deep and steady.

His breath hitches, eyebrows starting to furrow, he's close, too. And when he finally cums, spilling that warm load deep inside you, it fills you up completely. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathless. He gently caresses your thigh, shifting his weight down toward you. The tension in your body fades, but he's still inside you, pulsing. His chest rises and falls, shallow breaths slipping from his lips.

You lift your head from his neck and look at him softly. “Johnny,” you whisper. “We should sleep somewhere, I’m tired.” A small frown forms on your lips. He glances to the side. “Okay, c’mon,” he says, as he steps back, no longer inside you. The shift makes you exhale from the pressure that had settled low in your core. He helps you down from the counter. “We should clean up a bit.” The tension between you hasn’t faded, it still lingers, but it’s softened currently, this moment doesn’t feel embarrassing. It feels intimate and quiet. After you both freshen up, Johnny stretches with a groan.

“Don’t get used to this” he says with a smirk. You shove him lightly, trying to hide your smile as he cracks the door open. After your make out back in the pub, you feel lighter, less tense. But underneath all the teasing and playfulness, something has shifted. It’s not just a hangout anymore, even if you won’t admit it out loud. “Wait, what time is it?” you ask, breaking the silence. He shrugs. “My phone’s been dead since the doner.” You avoid looking at yours, knowing the screen’s probably full of missed calls. I’m a coward, you think to yourself.

4 AM

Outside, the cool night air hits sharper after the warmth and noise of the pub. Johnny nudges your shoulder, passing you a bottle of water, once again, you needed it. As you walk past the entrance, the street feels quiet. Just the low hum of distant traffic. You keep one eye on the road, but glance at Johnny, who doesn’t seem the least bit flustered after whatever just happened in that bathroom stall.

“let’s check if I’m charming enough to hitch a ride, let me just—” he says, sticking his thumb out toward the empty road. You rub your temples, not quite believing the two of you are actually doing this. Eventually, a beat up truck stops. Headlights too bright, you glance at Johnny, he’s smirking like he just won a challange.

The driver, friendly but a little off, waves you in. You squeeze into the back. You and Johnny sit close, knees brushing. The car smells like old leather and generic air freshener. Just as you try to get comfortable, your foot hits something under the seat. Curious, you pull out a crumpled, dusty Playboy. You flip through it, lowkey interested. Johnny snorts. “You probably don’t wanna touch that.” You shoot him a side eye and smack his thigh, like the driver could even hear him over the blaring music.

A buzzing neon sign lights up the entrance to the “Velvet Inn” the odd guy recommended. You wouldn’t trust him with your life, but all you want is a soft surface before tomorrow’s train. Johnny thanks him anyway, and the guy drives off. “That doesn’t look that bad” you admit, surprised.

Inside, the lobby smells like bleach and old carpet. Johnny pulls out the last of your cash and pays for a room with one bed. You both do a quick check for anything too gross on the covers, then climb onto opposite sides of the bed. Still, you’re close enough to feel each other’s body heat. “So. This is it. Our glamorous night” Johnny mutters, staring at the ceiling. “I’m to tired for your sarcastic remarks. Goodnight” you say, rolling over. You hear Johnny shift, the blankets rustling. Now you’re both turned toward the closed up window.

“You’re not gonna call those poor souls?” he asks. There’s hesitation in his voice, like he doesn’t really want to press again, but can’t help it. You sigh, then roll back toward him. His face is soft in the dim motel light. “Damn it” you mutter, sitting up. Johnny can’t help but smile to himself. You grab your nearly dead phone and start dialing D’s number. As the line hums, you glance at Johnny. He’s lying back, one arm flexed, propping himself up, admiring you quietly.

D: “Y/n, what the fuck!” your friend screams so loudly Johnny can hear it, even though your phone’s not on speaker. You open your mouth, not sure what to say.

D: “We’ve been calling you all night! What the hell—we thought you were in trouble!”

“I—I know, okay? It’s… it’s complicated. I can’t exactly tell you everything, bu—”

D: “Where even are you? Are you safe?” Johnny shifts closer. You glance at him, confused.

“Yeah, I’m safe. I rented a night at some random hotel in this city—I don’t even remember the name—”

D: “Y/n, dear baby Jesus, why aren’t you here?!” While your friends keep (justifiably) yelling through the phone, Johnny gently grabs your waist, his hand teasingly trailing upward.

You clear your throat, avoiding his gaze. You’re not about to play his games. “I missed the last train, and… I couldn’t call you, okay?” Johnny chuckles. You’re such a liar. You shoot him a look, stern, like a strict mom. If your friends knew you were with some random guy in a sketchy motel, they’d faint.

D: “You couldn’t call how, exactly?”

Johnny buries his face in your neck, kissing softly. His weight pins you down, not that you’re trying to push him away.

“There was no signal…” Johnny smiles, still nuzzled against you.

D: “The whole city?”

“Yeah, why are you making me sound shady?” His hand slides down, resting low on your ass as he pulls you closer.

D: “Listen, Y/n. One thing is saying you didn’t want to hang out tonight. Another is making up some stupid story like this—”

You glance down, frowning.

D: “—Getting lost in some unnamed city? Staying in a motel, alone?? That’s not YOU okay?”

Johnny keeps kissing along your neck and collarbones, softer now, like he’s trying to calm you down even if he can’t hear much. It’s sweet…but honestly, all you want to do is throw your phone at the wall and jump into his lap, ignoring everything.

Is he your stress relief? Just some guy from a train station? How did he even get you here, you, the girl who’s usually so uptight? And why are you scared that once the sun rises, he’ll be gone?

Your thoughts are spiraling when Johnny nudges you, a quiet signal to keep talking. “I’m not pretending. I’m literally in a motel in the middle of nowhere.”

D: “Right.”

“Please, just believe me, okay? I wanted to come over. I just… couldn’t.” You glance down at Johnny, hoping he’s not offended. But he gets it. He knows what you meant, it’s normal for you to feel guilty. And honestly, this distance between you two... maybe it would be for the best in the long run. You trace your fingers along his forearm, waiting for a response from the other end.

D: “We’re just worried, okay? After everything that happened… we don’t want you drifting off.” Johnny can’t hear anything anymore, and you’re relieved. He doesn’t need to know about the mess you left behind.

“Okay,” you say softly. “I’ll call you as soon as I catch the next train, alright?”

D: “Alright. Please, Y/n. Just… take care.”

The call ends. You place your phone on the small table beside the bed. Johnny watches you quietly. “It’s all good.” you murmur, sinking into the bedsheets. He doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head, his arm now wrapped around your lower back.

9 AM

“Y/n.”

“Y/N.”

You lift your face, squinting against the sharp light streaming through the small gap under the door. You're latched onto Johnny like a koala, mumbling in response.

“What?”

“The train.”

“Right.”

You stay still, trying to savor the last few moments next to him. He gets up, and you flop back onto the mattress. He walks toward the tiny bathroom in the corner. You stay there, arms stretched wide, still clinging to the smell of his cologne in the sheets.

As much as you try to fight it, you’ve fallen hard for him. He might not know it, but you wish you could just grab him, pull him back into bed, and keep him there longer. You follow him to the bathroom. As you both brush your teeth, he’s only in his boxers. You’re in just your panties and his shirt. You chuckle, looking down at it. He furrows his brows, wondering what’s so funny.

When you reach the bus stop in front of the motel, you can’t help but hope something, anything, will keep you here, keep you with him. But the city’s no longer lit by neon lights, and you can’t let time slip away any longer. You need to go home. Johnny’s eyes are tired as he leans against the pole, arms crossed.

You steal as many glances as you can, trying to memorize his face, trying to hold onto him. But deep down, you know you should just let it go. Once you’re both on your respective trains, it’ll be over. You’ll hardly ever see him again. You wonder what he’s thinking, if he even cares about you. But you saw the way he looked at you last night, like he wanted you, even as a little distraction.

The bus finally arrives, and as you both get on, you sit close. Your head rests tiredly on his shoulder. You don’t notice, but Johnny watches you the entire trip, maybe afraid of forgetting your face, of losing this moment.

10 AM

At the station, you freeze, your eyes scanning the timetable like you did last night. This time, though, you just wish you and Johnny could somehow miss your trains. But there’s no reason to stay together anymore, the city’s awake, and it could lead you anywhere now.

Johnny places a heavy hand on your shoulder. “I have to go.” he says, and this time, there’s no sarcasm, no “Don’t get used to this” type of tease. It’s like he doesn’t want time to pass, doesn’t want to leave the city, and especially, doesn’t want to leave you.

He leans down, cupping your cheek before kissing your forehead gently. You look up at him, nodding. “I have to go this way” you say, pointing to your rail. He nods, but hesitates turning around. You watch him, as he walks away.

You turn your heels, slowly, hoping he’ll turn around, run back to you, lift you up, and take you to some hidden place only he knows about. But now, you’re walking toward your train. You look behind, but Johnny is no longer in view. He’s really gone.

You climb into the carriage, sitting by the window. As the doors close, you stare at them, half hoping Johnny’s fast enough to jump in, hoping no one else will bump into him again, as he tries to catch up. You shift uncomfortably in your seat and start dialing D’s number.

As the train doors close completely, you realize this time, there’s nobody there to distract you from calling.

a/n: guys please!! don’t hate me for the sad ending, after all i’m a whore for the “right person wrong time” trope…

- i wrote most of the pub session initial Wip with “who’s your daddy” by benny benassi looped for so fucking long lmao, so please excuse the hornyness of that part

- Also did yall catch that Honey Lemon Soda reference ^o^

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Pine Ridge Camp - Johnny Suh

pairing: campdirector!johnny x campcounselor!f!reader ft.nct127

genre: slow burn, summer camp AU, there was only one tent, smut.

wc: 5k

warnings: cursing, smoking, oral (f receiving) cunninglingus, Johnny is lowkey a yearner.

synopsis: For the past few years, you’ve had a bunch of summer flings: sneaking out of your house to smoke, getting drunk, making out on the beach at night… you name it. But you’ve never taken any of them seriously or fallen hard for anyone. It was all just for fun.

So when your friend Mark invited you to be a counselor with him at a summer camp, you nearly laughed in his face. But boredom had been creeping in lately, and you were desperate for something different.

Now here you are—looking after kids and doing activities you never imagined yourself signing up for. People there were nice, sure, but this summer? No more flings. At least, that’s what you promised yourself.

01 A new counselor

It was 8 am, and the morning breeze made you shiver. You looked out the car window, admiring the camp. You hadn't expected it to be this nice, which made you feel better about your decision.

When you parked outside the gate, you saw a familiar face. As soon as you stepped out of the car, Mark was there, grinning as he pulled you into a hug. "y/n, you made it!" he said. You rolled your eyes, as you couldn't believe you'd actually signed up for this.

"Tell me you don't have any regrets" he teased. You both laughed, but the sound quickly faded as two tall figures approached. The first one smiled as he shook your hand, Jungwoo, he was really pretty.

But the second guy? There was something about him that made you feel intimidated, maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was just how imposing he was. He just gave you a quick nod and shook your hand with a firm grip. His hands were massive, just like his whole figure. When he introduced himself, you barely registered his name.

They took the baggage out of the car and left it in one quick motion. As you walked in with Mark, he started explaining how "Johnny" apparently that was the other guy's name-was more of a camp director in the summer, following in his dad's footsteps.

You nodded along as he said more, though you couldn't quite tell what he was saying as you were zoning out, tired from the trip. Eventually, Mark showed you your bunk, and after that, he left you with three other girls.

The morning went by quickly. The girls were nice and immediately made you feel comfortable. By the time 10:30 am struck, you were already helping them carry huge amounts of boxes in and out of the bunks. There, you met more people-apparently all from Mark's friend group, since the others were busy in the cafeteria.

As you helped one of them, Taeyong, bring boxes to the wood hut, you saw Johnny again.

He was cutting up some logs. When he heard footsteps approaching, he gave a dry "hey" and wiped the sweat from his neck. Taeyong, being the nice guy he is, tried to bring you into the conversation he and Johnny were having.

You just stood there listening, unsure what they were even talking about. You told Taeyong you'd join them later, using the boxes as an excuse.

You weren't awkward-just not really into it.

You rarely felt intimidated by people, and honestly, despite the way he looks, Johnny didn't really seem that mean when he's with others.

As you left, you didn't think much of it until you suddenly heard a voice behind you: "Don't leave the boxes on the ground-they're gonna get dirty." Johnny had finally spoken to you, just to correct you.

He lifted the boxes with such ease that you wondered if you had accidentally switched yours with an empty one. "I'll take care of it. You go ahead." he said, basically dismissing you without waiting for a response. You nodded and left, trying to hide how annoyed you were at his attitude. But he was the director, after all.

After that one sided conversation with Johnny, you didn't talk much with him for the rest of the day -not that you cared to talk to him... or stare at him while he effortlessly chopped wood with his strong arms and- Jesus Christ.

You snapped out of it, glancing around the table and hoping no one had the power to hear your thoughts. That's when Yuta casually asked you about yourself. You looked at Mark, then back at the redhead, unsure of what to say. You hated those kinds of questions, so you went with the safe answer:

"I'm studying at the moment" you said, hoping he wouldn't press further. You were too tired after the long day for small talk. He smiled widely, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"So if you're normally busy, why'd you come here?" he asked innocently, moving around the food on his plate. You locked eyes with Mark. The last thing you wanted to admit at a table full of counselors— and a director —was that you were bored and had nothing better to do than get paid to enjoy the summer "vibes."

"—Her uncle used to take her on mountain trips, made her shoot deer and whatnot" Mark said casually, still focused on his plate. He wasn't wrong, you did use to do that. But it wasn't exactly the same as taking care of kids. Yuta and Haechan raised their eyebrows, clearly not expecting that.

"I wouldn't say I shot deer, I mostly just... tracked them" you tried to play it off, not wanting to seem like a psychopath who kills wild animals for fun. Because that would be your uncle. Not you.

Haechan leaned forward, fork in hand. "Wait, but like... were you crawling through the woods in camo with war paint on, or just following footprints?" Jaehyun gave him a look, subtly signaling him to cut it out, probably thinking the conversation was starting to sound more like an interrogation.

You chuckled, "No war paint" you said, scratching your forehead and glancing down, trying to remember the last time you'd even gone. "Most of the time, we never even saw anything."

Johnny, who had been unusually quiet at the end of the table, looked up from his plate. "Still takes patience. Most people can't sit still for more than ten minutes.” You didn't expect him to join the conversation, especially since it was about you. A small part of you wondered if that was meant as a compliment.

Yuta nodded, "Well, that's gonna come in handy when the kids inevitably try to start a forest fire." he then took a sip from his cup. "I'll just track them down in the woods like the wild animals they are." you said as you leaned back to glance toward the kids being loud.

The table laughed, and you couldn't help but notice Johnny cracked a small smirk, though he didn't say anything else.

Still, deep down, it felt oddly satisfying to have his approval in some way.

02 Light it up

Days have passed since the deer conversation, and you feel much more at ease with the camp. Everything is going smoothly. The morning light glitters over the water, and you're drawn to spend your free time by the lake.

You lazily sit on a bench, cross your legs, and light a cigarette. It's a bad habit you've recently picked up again, and you're not even sure if smoking is allowed here, but it's too late now, you think as you exhale deeply.

Suddenly, you hear rustling behind you. Before you can turn around, a familiar voice says, "Got a spare?". You glance over and meet the camp director's gaze. Without saying a word, you pull out another cigarette as he sits next to you, and you start to wonder why he always sneaks up at people like that.

You light up his cigarette quietly, then, with it's between his lips, Johnny's muffled "thank you" breaks the stillness.

The mood shifts, and you feel a little awkward. "Late morning," he says, you look at him and can't help but notice the sculpted lines of his face. "We're heading out on a trip into the woods. I'll need two or three counselors to help bring the kids." His eyes are tired, but they never break contact with yours.

"Should we pack torches, along with the rest, in case it gets dark?" You ask furrowing your eyebrows, thinking of the worst that could happen.

He puts out the cigarette against the bench and looks at you. "Sure, but no rifles." As he gets up, you chuckle, then meet his gaze once again. It's clear he's waiting for you to get up, signaling it's time to head back together.

Since you settled in with the camp, the moments you spend with him are still brief, and you both tend to stay quiet, simply helping each other with the tasks of the day. There's a mutual respect between you, but when you're alone together, like now, walking side by side along the lake, you can't shake the tension.

Your arms brush occasionally, and the proximity is almost unbearable. But you don't want to risk ruining the connection you've been building over the past week. You get the feeling Johnny has different plans for this summer. Ones that don’t have to do with a random friend of Mark.

03 Trip to the pines

“Doyoung, catch it!” Johnny shouted, tossing all the bags out of the bus. Ryunjin was busy counting the kids, making sure they hadn't lost anyone already, while you stood there, staring at the view and thinking about all the walking ahead. “So…” Johnny clapped his hands. “We’ll just circle around the lake and get back here before it gets dark. If a kid gets hurt, you know the drill.” He pointed at the walkie-talkies you couldn’t believe still existed, but you took him seriously since the others all nodded.

“Me and Doyoung will lead, then.” Ryunjin said, brushing past you and slinging a backpack over her shoulders, ready to start the hike. That left you and Johnny behind, tasked with keeping an eye on the kids. You took the opportunity to actually get to know him, what he did for a living, his hobbies, if he had a girlfriend…You wondered a lot while staring at your feet, carefully placing each step as the path grew steeper.

“Do you do this as your main thing, or is it like…your summer activity?” you asked, squinting slightly as the sun blinded you. “No, I own a bar back in the city” he said, voice soft but deep. “But my dad used to be a camp director, so I decided to take his place after he retired.” “That's great. I mean, do you enjoy your time here, or—”

“It’s nice,” he cut in. “It's like a break from the noise and chaos of the city. Plus, I get to be more active.” Oh I'm sure you’re active…you thought as he kept talking while still scanning the group, making sure no one tried anything dumb. That’s when Doyoung suddenly disappeared from view.

“Shit—” he muttered under his breath as his leg got stuck in a small ditch. Johnny immediately dropped what he was carrying and rushed over. The kids looked between you and Ryunjin as you lifted your shoulders in unison. “Man, I told you to be careful” Johnny groaned.

“You told me to look after the kids!” Doyoung snapped back, trying to pull his leg out. “That’s not gonna do anything…” Ryunjin called from a distance, the kids watching like he was about to die or something.

While Johnny and Ryunjin tried to free him, you rummaged through your bag for something useful. “You know you could help us out, right?” Ryunjin grunted, struggling to balance her strength with Johnny’s. You stood up holding a tube of vaseline. Doyoung narrowed his eyes but said nothing—he was too busy being stuck.

“Don’t ask” you said, kneeling down. You slathered the cream over his trapped leg, and as the others realized what you were doing, they lifted him one last time. Finally, he was free. Oiled up, yes—but free. You cleared your throat. “We good?” Ryunjin burst out laughing while Doyoung tried to shake the vaseline off his leg. “First of all, gross” he said, looking at you. “Second of all, thank you.” You patted his shoulder as he returned to the front.

“Do you carry a 500ml bottle of vaseline with you everywhere, or was this, like, a one time thing?” Johnny asked, raising a brow. As soon as you laughed, he smirked, clearly trying to contain his own laughter. He loved to tease and be sarcastic, but when it came to you, he tried to be a little less “silly”. He didn’t know exactly why—but you made him nervous.

He was great with "chicks" as Mark liked to say, and never worried about embarrassing himself. He was confident, and you knew that. What you didn’t know was that he tried his best to make a good impression on you. Not because you were different, or particularly funny—but because you were unpredictable.

He was still trying to understand your personality after a week. And trust, he was looking. Watching you while you laughed with Mark’s group. He knew he could join in, and he knew he could make you laugh too. But instead, he chose to just watch, analyze, and get to know you, from a different perspective.

As soon as you reached the spot, everyone dropped their stuff near the small hut and took a moment to admire the view of the lake from the hilltop. “Careful, careful” Johnny kept warning the kids. He could be a great father, you thought—then immediately brushed it off, cringing at your own delusions.

The weather seemed nice at first, but after about half an hour of hanging around while the kids played, a massive cloud started forming overhead. “There’s definitely going to be a thunderstorm” Doyoung said, squinting at the sky.

“And it’s getting dark already…” you added, scratching your head. “Listen, we can’t leave now” Ryunjin began, already stressed. “If the rain pours too hard, it’ll make the path too slippery, and—” she started pacing back and forth, “—And let’s not forget the kids could get sick, and like—”

“We got it” Johnny said, gently leaning down to her level and brushing the stress off her shoulders.

“Two of us can always go back to camp so the bus isn’t left unmonitored” Johnny said, hands on his hips. “The other two can stay, set up the tents, and spend the night with the kids.” He looked over his shoulder at them. “There’s no way we’re making it back before it gets too dark.”

“No way, bro” Doyoung said, shaking his head. “I’m not spending the night in a tent while it pours.” Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Also, me and Doyoung have to organize the Pine Party for tomorrow night. We have to go back.” Ryunjin added, arms crossed in disapproval. “I can stay” you offered, trying to hide your nervousness. “But we need to set up the tents now before it starts to pour. You two better head back to the bus.”

The weight of responsibility over the kids was heavy on your shoulders. As much as you wanted to be the one going back to camp, you couldn’t risk disappointing the director—not as the newbie. “Fine” Johnny said through clenched teeth, clearly annoyed with the other two. “But if something happens along the path, come back here. You never know.” The two of them nodded and left like they’d just been grounded.

That’s when it hit you: you were spending the night with a bunch of kids… and Johnny.

You tried not to make it weird. Ryunjin and Doyoung hadn’t teased you or said anything, but as soon as they turned around, they exchanged a look, eyebrows raised like they knew something. “Are we gonna sleep all in one tent…?” a kid asked, confused. And honestly, it wasn’t a dumb question. There were six kids, and eight of you in total. You opened the hut, searching for the tents—and found only three. You called Johnny over and explained the situation.

“The kids can’t sleep with adults, that’s one thing” he said, scratching his head. It was definitely a problem. “Well…I can always sleep in the hut. It’s—” you said, but Johnny shook his head. “This hut that leaks and has holes in it?” he said, smacking the wall, which looked like it could fall apart any second. You lifted your shoulders in a helpless shrug and kept them up. “I don’t know.”

The air got awkward again, as it always did between you two. You knew what the best outcome was—sharing a tent with Johnny, and letting the kids have the other two. But saying it out loud felt impossible. If it were Mark, you wouldn’t care, though you knew he snored. But Johnny? He’d definitely take up space, and you didn’t even know each other that well. The idea of sleeping that close to him felt like you might explode.

“I mean… are you okay with— I can sleep in the hut, it’s not a big deal—” Johnny realized it sounded like he was making you uncomfortable.

“No, no! Are you crazy? Like you said, this hut’s full of holes. The wind could wreck your throat. No. No way.” You both sighed. “It’s fine with me” you said, looking up at him. “Okay…if it’s not a problem, then let’s just…” Johnny cleared his throat, awkward again, and started pulling the three tents out of the hut you’d been spending way too much time in. The kids stared, clearly confused.

“Alright…let’s set up the tents, guys” Johnny said, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked a little with tension.

The sun dipped lower behind the hills as everyone scrambled to set up the tents. You ended up helping two kids try to figure out which pole went where, while Johnny fought with the wind and a stubborn zipper. “C’mon–get up” he muttered, wrestling with the fabric. You smirked. “Maybe it’s trying to tell you something.”

He shot you a look. “Like what?” “That you shouldn’t have volunteered to stay?” you leaned on the pole. He let go of the zipper and wiped his forehead dramatically. “Trust me, I didn’t. Those two little shits would do anything but help an old man out.” you rolled your eyes, as he was acting like he was 70 years old.

You two tried to be playful as much as you could, you didn’t want to make this more awkward than it already was.

04 The night

Once the tents were finally up and the kids had been assigned their sleeping spots, the air settled into a quiet tension you were all too familiar with. You and Johnny stood near the hut, watching the sky grow darker by the minute. He pulled something out of his pocket—a fresh pack of cigarettes.

You glanced at him, pretending to be offended. “You’re gonna smoke near the kids? Aren’t you ash—give me one.” You dropped the act halfway through, holding out your hand. His lips curled into the tiniest smirk, as he passed you a cigarette without a word, then lit it for you. This time, it wasn’t awkward, but your heart still beat faster than usual. You caught him staring at your lips as you inhaled near the flame.

Trying to cut through the tension, you gave him a thumbs up, like it was no big deal. Just him lighting up a cigarette for you, looking at you like he wanted to be the cigarette between your lips. Nothing serious.

You met his dreamy half lidded eyes, and neither of you looked away, not even for a second. Then a sudden raindrop landed right on your cheek. Then another. Then even more. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You wiped your face just as the sky let loose. “Come here” Johnny grabbed your wrist without thinking, and the two of you ran toward the tent for cover, both of you cursing as the rain hit full force.

You barely managed to unzip it in time, but once you finally got in, you sat back against the tent wall, trying to catch your breath. Johnny sat across from you, wet hair sticking to his forehead, his wet shirt clinging to his shoulders. You couldn’t help but stare, it felt like looking at a Renaissance sculpture, where the chiseled muscles were somehow even more defined under the thinnest veil.

He tried to play it cool, taking a sip from his water bottle. “Do you think Ryunjin and Doyoung got back by now?”

“Well, Jesus, let’s hope” he replied, glancing up at the tent that was holding strong. He started moving toward you, and you froze. He picked up a torch.

“I’m gonna check on the kids. They could’ve all flown away by now.” You nodded, and as he left, you sighed deeply. Taking the opportunity, you changed. Once you were dry, you sat back down, waiting. There was a soft glow from the tent’s fabric that made everything feel dreamlike.

Then you heard the zipper unzip, and a tall figure struggled to squeeze inside. Even though he’d left only briefly, you couldn’t help but notice how much space he took up. You scooted over to make room. You had to admit, it was cozy—and he smelled really nice.

As you looked at him more clearly, you noticed he’d changed clothes, probably back at the hut. His hair was still a little damp, but it suited him.

“The kids? They all disappeared. I swear I saw them floating near the lake. Shit’s crazy out there...” You chuckled at his stupid joke. He’d made you worry for the first few seconds. You hit his arm playfully, though he probably only felt a small breeze on his huge bicep, which was decorated with pretty tattoos. “Want a picture? It lasts longer.”

“Corny” you rolled over as he smirked. You didn’t know why, but you both found yourselves whispering, as if you didn’t want the kids in the other tents to overhear you.

He laid down carefully, trying not to tug on your hair. You were close, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Your knees brushed together, and you shifted slightly, your breath catching as your eyes met his. His gaze was heavy and tired. “It’ll be fine, right?” he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Yeah... of course” you breathed back, heart pounding.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by fine, the kids? the storm? the camp? …or this? Whatever this was. While your thoughts raced, he reached out and gently brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than they needed to. The touch sent a warmth straight down between your legs.

You swallowed. His weight rested on one bicep, and he was practically hovering over you, staring down. This time, his eyes were more intense. You didn’t know what to do, so you just laid your hand over his.

His skin was warm beneath your palm. Outside, the rain kept pouring, your eyes glittered in the dim light, neither of you said anything. You didn’t want to.

His thumb shifted slightly under your hand, brushing against your lower lip. The touch was small, but your whole body reacted. His face was close now, his gorgeous lips parted like he wanted to say something but changed his mind. He leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to stop it. But you didn’t. When his lips met yours, it was soft. But the second your hand moved to his neck, pulling him just slightly closer, something shifted.

As the kiss deepened, you got needier, you wanted to feel his body so close you’d have to get under his skin, your kiss became sloppier and more intense, he moved his hand down, reaching your sensitive neck. His hands weren't soft, but they were warm and trailed down your waist, then your hip. You moved your hand up to his hair, gently grabbing it, letting him know you wanted more.

As he met your gaze once again, he shifted lower near your stomach, he gently started to kiss it, looking up from time to time. The dim light made his honey brown eyes glow, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe. Outside the rain was pouring faster, and harder.

He then got even lower, he had both of his hands on your hips now, he gently took your shorts off your thighs, and then halted, he got back up to kiss you once more, meeting your eyes, like he was waiting for your permission to make you feel good. You blinked at him lightly, he was back down, this time he took off your panties, faster, more desperate. Your hips clenched as a response, as you heatedly waited.

“Ease up, I’m not going anywhere.” he teased, looking up at you, making your stomach flip. He started to caress your core and you tried to listen to him, but when he dipped his jaw between your tights you blurted out a small whimper. He started to run his fingers over your thighs, then on your ass, lifting up your hips for a better control over you.

You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this with him, here, of all places. It felt like the world outside had disappeared, like the only thing that existed was the space between you two.

Flicking his tongue between the folds, he reached the spot, desperately seeking for that feeling, you pleaded “—right there”, he kept going until you frantically arched your hips, keeping his head close between your thighs. As you looked down at him you could only see his closed eyes and the messy hair sticking on his forehead. His big arms were keeping your hips in place, as he hungrily went down on you.

“Fuck, keep going—” you grunted, trying to keep your voice low by covering your mouth with the back of your hand. As you were about to reach your orgasm, he started to apply more pressure on your clit, then he delved his tongue in your slit, parting your lips gently. As you reached your climax, you tensed up whimpering desperately, your core pulsing at the hot touch of his lips, you exhaled, finally dissolving into pleasure.

He kissed your inner thigh and then looked up at you, as soon as he got closer to your face you kissed him passionately, like a reward. His cheeks were flushed and his chin was coated by a sheer layer of your juice and his saliva, his lips swollen. He shifted slightly, as he growled, his breath tickling your ear, “c’mon baby” he murmured, you could hear he was smiling. You were good at being quiet, although he would have loved hearing your moans better. There was no worry in it, because somehow, you both knew this wouldn’t be your last time.

As your body began to cool, he pulled you closer into his strong arms, wrapping you in the warmth of his embrace. His broad frame was solid around you. And as the rain softened, falling in a quieter rhythm, all you could hear was the steady comfort of his breathing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and the two of you drifted off, no longer worrying about the tent being crowded.

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a/n: Ok so its been so long since i actually wrote a fan fiction. I hope you enjoyed my first time writing smut too…ToT