#jongho drabble

[star-byeoli]

I Missed You - Jongho Oneshot

[Minors Do Not Interact] - [18+]

Genre: Established relationship, fluffy smut, tiny bit of hurt/comfort(?)

Pairing: idol!Jongho x fembodied!reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, porn with a smidge of plot, unprotected sex (pull out method), morning sex, no major kinks/power dynamics, small miscommunication but quickly resolved, y'all are sickly sweet in love, my sweet Jjong-bear 💜

Lazy Sundays are the best day of your week. Just being able to spend a whole day, curled up on your sofa, watching tv, drinking tea, and eating snacks – it’s pure bliss.

Jongho, however, rarely gets weekends off. Your sweet boyfriend works at such unsociable hours that even a whole afternoon together is unusual. His busy schedule usually limits you to late night movie dates or early morning coffee runs.

Today is different, however. Jongho had managed to clear his schedule for a couple of days after returning from tour. He was extremely tired; he had barely been able to keep his eyes open through the ‘welcome home’ dinner you made him last night. Waking up this morning, you take a minute to admire Jongho’s soft cheek smooshed into his pillow, his plush lips pushed into a gentle pout. Taking mercy on him, you leave him be to sleep a little longer – he clearly needs it.

Instead, you opt to go about your normal Sunday morning routine; a hot cup of coffee, a delicious pastry, and your favourite tv show. You bundle up under a soft blanket in your usual spot on the sofa, sighing contently. You slowly drift into distraction, lulled by the cosy nest you’ve made for yourself.

Eventually an hour or so later, a tousled Jongho appears in the doorway, eyes barely open and hair sticking out in every direction. He groans as he stretches his arms up, a slither of his tummy poking out from under his t-shirt. Smiling warmly, you pat the sofa beside you, inviting him to partake in your peaceful little ritual. He doesn’t hesitate to walk over and flop down next to you, immediately cuddling into your side.

“Good morning, Jjong.” You lace your fingers into his messy hair, partially brushing it out, partially enjoying his proximity.

“Morning babe.” He mutters drowsily, clearly still half asleep. No more words need to be shared as you fall into a shared serenity – silence falls comfortably over you both, apart from the occasional contented sigh or shuffle of positions.

Eventually you end up lying down, with Jongho nestled in behind you. He breathes your scent in deeply; his nose pressed into your hair and his arms wrapped securely around your waist. His fingertips ghost over your tummy softly, drawing small circles and pulling you deeper into his protective grip.

“Babe?” He mutters, voice still deep from sleep. You look over your shoulder, responding with a short “Hmm?”

“I really missed this. I missed you, a lot.” He presses light kisses along your hair line, pulling his arms even tighter to have you completely pushed against him. “I’m never letting you go again.”

You laugh lightly, letting him enjoy his bearhug. After a while of silence, you think he’s fallen asleep again. Craving another coffee, you shuffle to stand up. Immediately a hand flies to your hip, gripping tightly and pulling you back.

“I said I’m never letting you go.” You can hear the grumpy pout in Jongho’s voice and give in almost immediately. He’s just so damn irresistible. However, the hand on your hip doesn’t loosen. Jongho holds firm, seemingly craving your touch even more than you crave his. You’re back-to-chest, legs tangled together, his arms around you, and it’s still not enough for him.

“Babe, I- I just- Fuck, can I have you? Like right now?” He rambles out, clearly reaching his breaking point. You nod, still struggling to look at him over your shoulder. His hand on your hip begins to shake slightly as he immediately presses his half-hard cock against your ass. A shuddering groan escapes him, encouraged by your hips rolling to meet his movements. His hands instantaneously abandoned their posts to roughly knead your tits through your shirt.

“God, I missed this so much. Never want to leave again.” He moans into your neck. You laugh breathily in response, amused by his sudden candidness but aroused by his intense grip. Jongho’s lips begin to press carelessly onto your nape while his hands endeavour to reach under your shirt. He hums contently when his palms graze against your pert nipples. You struggle to contain your moans, clinging to his arms to ground yourself.

Jongho begins to trail one hand down your body and under the waistband of your shorts. His fingers probe into your underwear; he groans heartily once he feels your arousal. His fingertips rub firmly over your clit, pulling a squeal out of you.

“Jjong-”

“Fuck, babe, I’m sorry. I just- let me stretch you out, yeah? Relax for me.”

Two of his fingers press into you, hastily curling to find your sweet spot. As you begin to thrash at the harsh pleasure, Jongho presses firm kisses to your temple and gently shushes your mewling. His fingers are relentlessly bringing you close to the edge, but his cock still rubbing against your ass lets you know he’s feeling just as desperate.

“That’s it, babe. Are you gonna cum for me?” Jongho gently taunts. Your enthusiastic nodding brings a breathy chuckle out of him, but he graciously continues his ministrations as your abdomen starts to tighten. Your hips begin to jerk on their own as your release washes over you, Jongho continuing to rub over you until you fully relax back into him. His fingers eventually pull out of your shorts, his hand resting gently back onto your hip.

“D’you need a minute?” He asks softly, but his own desire is thinly veiled.

“No, I’m okay. How’d yo- Oh!” He’s pulling down you shorts and panties before you can even finish your sentence. He’s really getting close to his breaking point.

“God, babe. You really soaked these through.” He holds your wet panties out in front of you both, giggling to himself. You instantly whip them out of his grip.

“Shut up, Jongho. I thought you were the one who came in here all hot and bothered.”

“Oh yeah?” You feel him shuffle to lower his pyjamas, his cock springing out and tapping against your bare ass. You attempt to turn to face him yet again, but Jongho’s arms pin you in place once more. “Just like this, babe. Okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” You sigh out. One of Jongho’s hands reattaches to your tits whilst the other begins to stroke himself. His patience doesn’t last long though – swiftly he lifts one of your legs into the air and rubs his cock over your cunt, his tip occasionally catching on your entrance and bumping your over sensitive clit. Beginning to get frustrated yourself, you reach a hand down to guide him properly into your cunt. You moan in unison.

The stretch is overwhelming; Jongho has always been very thick, to the point that you’d struggled to take him when you started dating. Jongho is barely faring any better than you. Whilst he knows it’s safer to finger you open first, having to wait even longer for his release when he was already so highly strung has pushed him to an all-new level of sensitivity.

Jongho tries to hold back, for all of a few seconds before rapidly descending into his own pleasure. His hips begin to hammer into yours rapidly, his hands still holding onto you tightly. You still can’t see his face, but his groans let you imagine his eyebrows knitted and mouth hanging open.

You’re not doing much better; your moans keep tumbling out uncontrollably as you begin to become overstimulated from your earlier orgasm. Your cocked hip is beginning to ache, and you can’t catch your breath. Trying to find purchase against his powerful thrusts, one of your hands manages to reach behind you, missing his bicep and finding his loose t-shirt sleeve instead. Jongho notices and stills immediately.

“Babe?” When you struggle to reply, he pushes up onto his elbow, finally looking down at your face. He gently lowers your leg, stroking your aching thigh gently. “Sorry, fuck- I got carried away.” He attempts to pull out, but you’re quick to lean back and grab his wrist.

“I’m okay, Jjong. Can we maybe just change position? My hip’s gonna give out.” Jongho giggles heartily in response, before pressing another kiss to your temple.

“That’s okay, babe. On your back?” A gentle hum from you is enough to have him slowly pulling out and pushing you onto your back. He briefly kneels above you, languidly stroking his cock while taking in the sight of you. Hair messy, t-shirt pushed over your tits, cunt slick. He takes a moment to lift your hips and pull a cushion under you. He smiles contently at you before ducking down to firmly press his lips to yours. His cockhead finds its way back to nudge at your clit, which leaves you whining into the kiss and your hips twitch slightly. When he finally pulls back, his eyes scan over you once more, checking in on you once more before hesitantly sliding back in.

“Just a little more for me, yeah? You’re making me feel so good, beautiful.” Jongho whispers whilst nuzzling into your jaw. His cock drags agonisingly slow and shallow, drawing another whine out of you. He coos slightly, a short chuckle tickling your neck. His hands slither down to hold your waist steady, rocking his hips smoothly against yours. He tries to disguise his own moans in firm kisses to your neck, which doesn’t escape your notice. Lacing your fingers into his hair, you struggle to hold in a giggle at his coyness.

“Fuck, babe. Don’t laugh, you’re squeezing me too tight.” His whining has the unfortunate effect of making you laugh more, leaving him groaning loudly. His hips remain slow, but he’s painfully precise in his angle, plunging repeated against your sweet spot. The buzzing overstimulation lingering from your earlier orgasm pushes you quickly towards another.

After a few more minutes of mumbled curses and chaste kisses against your neck, Jongho’s thrusts start becoming shaky, his fingers sinking further into your skin. Knowing he’s getting close, you gently pull his face out of your neck. Jongho’s expression confirms your suspicion; his nose scrunched up, mouth hanging open, and eyes glazed over. When he eventually meets your gaze, he cracks into a giddy smile.

“God, I love you.” Jongho breathes out, losing himself even more.

“I love you too, Jjong.” You say back effortlessly. You take the brief moment you can to appreciate his sweetness, before his thrusts begin to speed up deliciously. “Never gonna let me go, yeah?”

“Yeah, babe. Never let you go again.” His eyes stay locked on yours, unable to look away for a second. Your thumbs stroke over his flushed cheeks, as you find yourself shaking with a second orgasm. Jongho’s pace doesn’t slow, but he takes mercy on you by thrusting shallowly instead. As the buzz relaxes, you feel boneless and hazy against the sofa cushions, but still find the energy to tease your desperate boyfriend.

“You gonna cum?” You ask with a smirk, already knowing his answer.

“Yeah, babe. Shit.” He escapes your grasp to plant another firm kiss onto your lips. He takes only a few more thrusts before he’s pulling out and stroking himself frantically against your belly. With one hand you reach down, finding his cock and applying gentle pressure to his sensitive tip. With a final groan into your mouth, he shudders into his orgasm, cumming over your stomach.

For a moment you both stay still, lips still pressed together but open and panting for air. You allow him to take his time to recover, running your hands up his back as he stays hovering over you. Eventually, he lets out a contented sigh and pulls back enough to look at you again. He’s flushed and sweaty, his t-shirt unfortunately stained with his release too. He presses a few scattered kisses over your nose and cheek before sitting back on his knees, tucking his softening cock back into his pyjamas, and pulling off his shirt. He uses it to mop at stomach in silence. Then, finally:

“Thank you.” He says softly, suddenly unable to make eye contact. You hum in response, reaching out to take his hand in yours. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, I just missed you so bad and I got a bit lost in my head.”

You can’t help the short chuff that escapes you. He finally looks up coyly to your face, internally relieved at your light-hearted reaction.

“You’re okay, my sweet Jjong-bear. It wasn’t anything we wouldn’t usually do. I guess I just got unaccustomed while you were away. What I’m saying is: I missed you too.” He’s silent and stern-faced for a few seconds. Unreadable. You start to panic a little that he’s taking the little ‘mishap’ to heart before he cracks another grin.

“’My sweet Jjong-bear’? Jeez, I guess you really did miss me.” He hops off of the sofa before you can swat his arm, giggling to himself. He fishes your discarded shorts and panties from the floor, before disappearing into the kitchen. You can vaguely hear the sound of the washing machine turning on before he returns, still shirtless but wearing an annoyingly amused smile.

“Wanna shower?” Jongho stands over you, taking in the messy state you haven’t attempted to move from. You nod quickly before holding your arms up, a silent message that you don’t expect to walk to the bathroom. He rolls his eyes, but still steps forward to lift you into his arms.

“I go away for a month, and you can’t even walk without me.” He sarcastically mutters, but his firm grip gives away his tsundere agenda.

“I think you’ll find, my sweet Jjong-bear, that it’s your fault I can’t walk.”

A/N: Sorry I've been gone, but I have an idea for a series of oneshots, so keep an eye out :3

[hongjoongspoetry]

Pretend You Love Me | Choi Jongho

🥂 Summary: Jongho, heir to Choi Clothes, and you are soulmates marked by each other’s names on your wrists since birth. Instead of a fairy-tale romance, you’re stuck in a fake dating contract to restore Jongho’s tarnished image created by scandals. As you navigate public events and play the part of a cute couple, the lines between fake and real blur together. Despite your undeniable chemistry, you refuse to take him seriously due to his reckless past. As the arrangement nears its end, you must confront the truth about your feelings and whether you can move beyond the contract.

🥂 Pairing(s): Badboy!Jongho x Student!Reader

🥂 Genres/Tropes: Soulmate AU, non-idol AU, fake dating AU, fluff, humour

🥂 Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), the MC goes by the lastname Jeong, Jongho is a rich kid, the MC not so, Jongho smokes and rides a motorcycle, light alcohol consumption, a lot of teasing, pet names (pretty girl, soulmate, sweetheart & Jjong), probably incorrect portrayal of CEOs and charity events (bare with me, i'm just a girl), some kissing, adult language

🥂 Wordcount: 9.0K

🥂 Author's Note: Click the image for a higher resolution (Tumblr, I hate you). This is my first time ever writing for Jongho and also the fastest I’ve finished a fic — just 4 days, to be exact! It was a lot of fun playing around with the soulmate idea and turning Jongho into a bad-boy-ish character. I hope you all enjoy the second fic of the Cherry Blossom March Event and feel brave enough to share your thoughts with me! I'm really curious to hear what you think and have to say :3

This is all fiction and not meant to represent any idols involved in any way or form. This work is rated SFW, however it contains explicit scenes, not sexual content but descriptions of matures themes and adult language. Minors, please, read at your own risk and refrain from interacting or following my blog!

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To go out with people widely. It could mean all sorts of things. A person whose presence spreads widely. Someone who possesses the ability to form broad connections and reach far with their impact, whether it be through influence, relationships or personal qualities. To go out with people widely was the meaning behind the chosen hanja of the name Choi Jongho. The same name that was imprinted on your wrist since birth in black and reminded you daily of your other half. Everyone was born with a name on their wrist that assigned them to a soulmate the moment they entered the world. All you had to go by was the names on your wrists and hope it would be someone sane. Everyone didn’t have to worry about that though as some faced a fate worse than death — their soulmate mark written in white. It symbolized the death of their significant other. One would think the word would change into red, like anger and blood, but no. You liked to think the white represented innocence, cleanliness and new beginnings, almost like an angel. 

Your soulmate mark was the same since you were welcomed to the world. Wailing loudly and alerting everyone of your arrival. It hadn’t changed over the course of your twenty-five years long life, for better or for worse. Ever since you could remember, you loved listening to the stories of how people met their soulmates. At family gatherings, you would sit on the knee of your relatives and ask them kindly to retell the moment they met their husbands or wives, but your favorite story was always your parents'.

It was a few days before New Years and both of your parents just recently turned eighteen. The biggest snowfall of the year graced Seoul, like a late Christmas miracle, and the streets were swarmed with people enjoying the freezing weather, young and old alike. Your parents hadn’t known each other by then. They lived in the same neighbourhood, but weren’t aware of just how close they were to their soulmates. Your mother, young and happy, gazed up at the snowflakes being pulled by gravity when something cold and hard struck her, followed by horrified gasps. She crouched down, cradling her head, gently pressing against the side where the snowball had hit. A few seconds later, a young man approached her, apologizing and bowing so deeply that he nearly toppled over. It was your father who had launched the snowball at his friend, misaiming and hitting your mother instead.

Little you hoped to experience a romantic encounter with your soulmate as your parents did. You would stay up way past your bedtime and fantasize of meeting your soulmate, coming up with various scenarios that changed every night, but nothing could prepare you for the surge of emotions when your eyes locked. It was your first day of high school and all of the first year students were gathered in the gymnasium, patiently waiting for the principal to call out their names and their respective classes. You sat in the fifth row on the seventh seat, hands clutching the hem of your blue plaid skirt. It was nerve wracking — starting high school, meeting new people and creating friends. Then there was the possibility of finding the one. The principal cleared his throat, probably getting dried from pronouncing all the names right after each other. You pitied him, but that sentiment flew out the window as he moved onto your class. Out of all the three hundred first years and out of your thirty classmates, one of them was named—

“Choi Jongho!” You burst into his office, letting the door bounce off the wall. 

The secretary, frantically chasing after you with desperate pleas not to disturb the designated successor of Choi Clothes, stood in the doorway, her face twisted in a mix of fear and nervousness as she failed at her job. Successor, my ass. That man didn’t know anything beyond smoking a pack of Marlboros a day, dodging his responsibilities, and defying his parents. The man in question was currently sitting behind his desk, one ankle propped on his knee, fully decked out in Valentino — a black suit that was probably bespoke, tailored to his fitting. His hair, a natural shade of dark cocoa, was parted down the middle and showcased his forehead while his hands were decorated with various pieces of jewelry, starting with big fat rings on his fingers, a golden watch and a matching bracelet. Jongho didn’t look the least phased by your appearance nor by the loud entrance. In fact, he looked as monotone as ever, but you saw the brief twitch of his fingers. While he was at the company, he wasn’t allowed to take a smoke until lunch or after work and it sure was getting to him.

“Miss Jeong,” came the annoying voice of his secretary as she began reciting the script drilled into her mind from her first day on the clock. “Mr. Choi’s schedule is fully booked this afternoon and he does not have the time to discuss–”

The rest of her sentence was drowned out as you zeroed in on Jongho and raised a brow, silently challenging him to do something. On cue, the stone cold expression morphed into sunlight seeping through an array of thunderous clouds as he broke out in a charming smile and averted his attention to the woman behind you still going on about rules and policies. Gentle as a breeze and with a faux sweetness to his words, he cut her off. 

“It’s alright, Eunij. I called her over to plan our date for the evening. We won’t be long, I promise.”

To really secure the win, Jongho flashed her his significant gummy smile that looked sweeter than sugar itself. Jongho knew he was good looking, you knew he was good looking, everyone knew he was good looking, but what they didn’t know was that he used it to his advantage for years. He would flash them a smile warm enough to melt through ice and cheesing eyes that portrayed the sweetest chocolate in the world, but his mouth wasn’t just good for a handsome distraction. More often than not, Jongho would sweet talk his way out of situations. It worked nine out of ten times. The one time it didn’t work was on you.

As expected, Eunji blushed beneath his attentive gaze and your insides turned on fire. The swirls of his name on your skin burned hotter than a blowtorch and no ice bath would save you from the stinging pain. She threw you one last look before closing the door with a gentle click that could barely be heard in the silent room. Being left alone in the solitude of his office and away from the prying eyes of his father’s employees, Jongho allowed the sugary facade to slip like cotton candy dissolving at a brief contact with water. The round eyes of a teddy didn’t find you, but rather a pair belonging to a hungry bear who’s just had his territory disturbed.

Jongho clasped his fingers together and leaned on the mahogany desk, putting his whole weight on it. “I take it you didn’t come here to give me chocolates for White Day?”

Hadn’t you known Jongho for a decade or so, you’d be confused at the teasing remark coming from a man looking anything but in the mood for playing around. You ignored the butterflies fluttering against your stomach and got straight to the point, hoping it would calm the beautiful creatures pushing you to the brink of puking.

“Why did you agree to attend the charity event on my behalf?”

“Because you’re my girlfriend?” 

“Fake-girlfriend,” you corrected him and crossed your arms. “I can’t just change my life to accommodate yours, Jongho, this wasn’t the deal. The contract explicitly said we would be under a fake guise until your name was cleared of rumours and scandals.”

“And how do you think that would happen if we don’t play the part of a happy couple? I can’t go on my own, that tells them I’m more available than ever before, especially when we recently went public with the relationship.”

You yielded under his intense gaze and changed the direction of your attention on the shelf to your left displaying various brands of alcohol ranging from pricey Japanese whiskey to Italian wine. The inside of your cheek was caught between your teeth as you contemplated your answer. He had a point, but you didn’t want to boost his already hugemongous ego. Darting your tongue out to lick at your dry lips, you turned back and found his eyes still staring into the depths of your soul as if searching for the red string that tied you together.

“Just… Just ask me next time before you make a decision on your own, okay? That’s all I want.”

The need to defy everyone and everything danced through his veins, yet the rewarding feeling of succeeding to annoy the other party wasn’t as satisfying when you were on the receiving end this time. He flexed his jaw and the hand that slipped beneath the table to rest on his thigh clenched into a tight fist. 

“Fine…” 

“Thank you.” 

That marked the end of your conversation and you took it as your cue to leave. Jongho’s voice calling out your name brought you to a stop. You didn’t let go of your hold on the doorknob, just turned slightly to show him you were listening.

“We’ll pick you up at six PM on Friday and I’ll have Eunji send you the clothes before then.” As if having the ability to read your mind, he quickly added what felt like the most obvious thing in the world. “And yes, the dress is long sleeved.”

That was probably the sole good thing with the contract, besides the paycheck that sold you in the first place. You weren’t picky with the arrangement and went along with everything stated in the agreement — going on a few dates for publicity, holding hands, kissing, posting each other on social media, attending events and galas. Wearing clothes created by Choi Clothes came with the duty of fake-dating the heir of said agency, however you did make it clear you’d only sign the papers if all the clothes were long sleeved, reaching well over your wrist as not to disclose the soulmate mark. The easy money you once thought you’d earn by fake-dating the successor of Choi Clothes turned into a full-time job with no room for slacking off. Just a few more months, you thought and walked out of Choi Enterprises. 

It was still hard to wrap your head around everything. You recalled the day they came knocking on your door. A woman and man dressed in expensive clothes that seemed to cost more than the will your parents set aside for you. They introduced themselves as the managers of Mr. and Mrs. Choi, the owners of Choi Clothes. The ice tea you poured in the prettiest set of china you owned were left untouched as the managers — the names you have long since forgotten — explained their unexpected visit. The Chois selected you as the perfect candidate for their little stunt to ensure their son wouldn’t put the entire family line at shame and burn the whole establishment to the ground before he could even acquire the title as CEO. 

Your task was, more or less, to be the candy glued to Jongho’s side and together play the part of a couple head over heels for each other. The pair was patient as you bombarded them with questions, meanwhile they only had three — Do you have a soulmate, have you met your soulmate and how is your criminal record? The quiet voice in the back of your mind pointed out how they probably already had the answers, but didn’t want to seem totally uninterested in you.

At first, you didn’t want to do it. Not only were you going to play pretend for a good few months, but you weren’t even allowed to know who you were going to fake-date as they didn’t want you to decline the offer and run your mouth to a newspaper publisher. The fountain pen with gold swirling engravings on its sides looked scary as it lay abandoned beside the pristine contract. That quickly changed when you saw the never ending zeroes slothed after the word ‘total salary’. Your morning shift at the closest seven-eleven that was about to start in thirty minutes flashed before your eyes and you never signed something as fast as you did that contract.

Perhaps you would’ve said no if you knew the heir was going to be none else than your soulmate. The universe worked in miraculous ways and somehow always made sure to lead you back to him. A magnetic pull that steered you in every direction until you would stand before him again.

The weekend came around and so did the event taking place that Saturday afternoon. It would be marked as your second public outing as a couple feeding into the eager eyes and cameras of South Korea. Mr. Oh, Jongho’s designated driver, pulled up in a squeaky clean limousine that looked more out of place than a kitten raised by a group of squirrel monkeys in the Amazon rainforest. Mr. Oh was a kind older man inching closer and closer to his retirement, always wearing a smile and never speaking without referring to others by their titles. In the few and brief encounters you had with the man, he would always greet you with a ‘Hello, Ms. Jeong’ while opening the rear door for you despite being told to just call you by your name. The backseat was already occupied by Jongho sitting in yet another expensive suit.

The suit jacket was black with white tiger-like stripes erupting from his shoulders and reaching all the way down to his midsection. It had six silver buttons, two for practical use while the rest were there for embellishment. Jongho — never one keen on showing too much — chose to keep the jacket buttoned and you wondered how he could endure it, considering he wore a white turtleneck beneath. The pattern wasn’t what caught the eye of the beholder, rather it was the millions of bedazzles covering the whole piece, making it reflect beneath any form of light, identical to the ones on your dress. His hair was styled in a middle part and unveiled his forehead, a sight you had seen a dozen times before, but were still left breathless. It was already established that Jongho was a handsome man, however the suits created by his parents certainly brought out the best of him — accentuating his confidence, breathtaking features and magnetic presence in a way that left everyone in awe. 

Jongho brought you back to reality as he did a rundown of the charity event, what questions to expect and what answers to give, the names of some important people you would definitely speak — or at least greet — with tonight and who would exit the limousine first. You definitely missed the way his eyes ran over your figure, seemingly appreciating you in a beautiful dress from the latest spring collection of his parents. The Chois apparently had a knack for chic attires because your dress wasn’t anything over the top either, but would definitely unscrew some jaws. It was strapless and started from your bosom with a straight neckline allowing your collarbones to be captured by the crazy shuttering cameras. The dress was tight around your torso, giving a perfect picture of your figure beneath, but grew loose from your hips and down. The material didn’t stop until it grazed the ground you walked on, despite wearing a pair of black stiletto heels that were made for your feet and clicked with each step you took, announcing your arrival to everyone in a close vicinity.

Speaking of your lower body — your left leg was exposed as a long slit protruded from your upper thigh. Both of your arms were covered in black detachable sleeves reaching up to your mid bicep and cuffing around the cushion of your hand. You almost threw a fit when you took out the dress from its gigantic box and noticed the lack of sleeves on it. You were one phone call away from canceling the whole agreement hadn’t you seen the remaining parts of the attire.  To top it off, the Chois gifted you a set of golden jewelry and a black clutch handbag spacious enough to fit your phone, lipstick and wallet. The matching set of earrings, rings and necklace were nothing too outstanding, but enough to take on the elegance of a model.

“We’ll be there for an hour or two and then Mr. Oh will take you home.”

You ignored the part where it was stated Mr. Oh was taking you home and focused on his subtle slip-in of defying his parents’ rules yet again. Your brows furrowed together and Jongho suppressed the need to even out the skin between them. “No, Mr. and Mrs. Choi explicitly said we had to be there until the very end of the event.”

Jongho leaned into his seat and spread his legs further apart until one of his knees touched your thigh. A chuckle void of amusement filled the passenger compartment and he sighed as if you said the joke of the century.

“I think you should relax a little, sweetheart. My parents should be grateful I’m attending in the first place.”

You pursed your lips to keep yourself from giving your input where it clearly wasn’t wished for. Jongho looked out of the window while you admired his side profile. Jongho was the epitome of a whiplash — you never knew when he’d shake you off like a poisonous insect or help you fly as if you were an injured ladybug. His nonchalance left a bitter tang on your tongue, the similar taste after downing a beer you knew you’d puke back up in a few hours, and the imaginary Jongho was crushed in the world you created in your brain.

The karma of thinking such thoughts was instantaneous as the skin beneath your soulmate mark flared to life. You wondered if Jongho experienced repercussions whenever he was treating you badly. The rest of the drive was done in silence safe for the newest global hits playing through the speakers. Four songs later and the limousine temporarily came to a stop before the entrance of a big building looking like something straight out of a movie. A red carpet was rolled out from the doors to the street where everyone’s ride was instructed to stop and let the guests out. Mr. Oh exited first and walked around the oblong vehicle as Jongho simultaneously fixed his suit although it was free of any imperfections.

“It’s showtime, baby.”

The door opened and Jongho stepped out, an array of flashes went off accompanied by the calls of his name — the photographers begging for a crumb of his attention. Jongho straightened his jacket, offered everyone a smile and quick wave before holding out his hand to face the dark heavens. That was your cue. No one really knew who you were outside of being Jongho’s girlfriend and even after you became public, they could find little to no information about you online. Thus, you didn’t expect the clicking of cameras and flashes to multiply in your presence. You grabbed Jongho’s hand per your agreement and stepped out with your exposed leg first then, when you fully exited the limousine — an upgrade from Jongho’s death trap of a motorcycle — you smoothly looped your arm through his and firecrackers erupted on your skin at the contact.  You stood tall and got a couple of inches on him thanks to the heels, but he didn’t seem bothered by it and neither was the company otherwise you doubt they would’ve sent it in the first place.

Standing in the centre of attention wasn’t as nauseating as you originally thought it would be and whether you want to admit it or not, it was partially because of Jongho being there to anchor you. It wasn’t his forthe to whisper sweet words of encouragement, but he portrayed his support in other ways such as leading you through the overwhelming photographers, sneaking his arm around your waist and respectfully resting his palm above the curve of your hip. It helped that you rehearsed the events of the night from start to finish with Jongho and wouldn’t be in for a surprise. Taking advice from your favorite childhood movie, you put on the brightest smile of your career and moved along. The audience didn’t need to know you were finding comfort in the famous line from Madagascar. 

The inside of the venue was prettier than any other interior you had ever laid eyes on. To be frank, it wasn’t anything exceptional, but the simplicity made it appear so. The main colors of the theme were creme white and beige, and were integrated into everything. The seats were plush chairs made out of velvet material in an ashy shade of beige while the tables were round with white marble tops. There was a path leading straight down the area and separating the room into two occupied with seats on both sides. On the other end of the pathway was a slightly elevated scene where the hosts of the event and guests would give their speeches, and use the smartboard to their liking. The ceiling was the most alluring sight though. Oblong light bulbs hung from the ceiling as sheer garment circled the light in waves. It gave a sense of elegance as well as coziness. 

A waiter dressed in a simple black suit offered you champagne on a platter and while you didn’t wish to become drunk, you still needed some alcohol to get through the night, especially when you were going to meet some of Choi Clothes’ most trusted business partners. You both took a glass each and mingled around with Jongho’s arm still glued to you as if it belonged right above the swell of your hip. Not many words, if any at all, were exchanged as you mainly drank in the design of the place while simultaneously ignoring the stares and whispers of the remaining guests, all eyes glued to your forms fitting perfectly with one another like two lost pieces of a puzzle. They were all curious about the pretty lady beneath Jongho’s arm and how the reckless Choi managed to find a girl that would look past his bad habits and disrespectful personality. If only they knew. 

Jongho’s situation wasn’t entirely a secret. Everyone knew he was somewhat of a problematic guy with another style of living that wasn’t fit to his parents’ standard. They didn’t feel all too proud waking up to multiple articles of Dispatch flaunting pictures taken of Jongho leaving clubs early in the morning surrounded by boys and girls of all kinds, certainly not the kind to be invited to exclusive fashion events and charities. Jongho hadn’t changed much over the years, if you recalled correctly. He would rarely be present during lectures. He was physically there, but his mind had transcended off to dreamland long before the lesson started. The one interest he had was soccer and even that ended shortly into his second year as he got with the wrong crowd. If someone needed him, he could be found smoking on the roof or behind the back of the school with a handful of students who also had successful parents.

It was sheer luck Jongho was an only child and that his parents were in need of a successor, otherwise he would’ve been kicked to the curb a long time ago. Apparently, the Chois grew sick of his careless behaviour and gave him an ultimatum — clean up his mess or not be signed as an heir to the company. Jongho defied them like always, until his credit card ran empty and he realized his parents wouldn’t relent. He came crawling back with his tail between his legs and agreed to their proposition. You never understood him or why he acted the way he did. He had everything, practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth and it amazed you that the universe decided to tie your souls to each other. Jongho certainly wasn’t the soulmate you expected and your meeting wasn’t anywhere near the romantic encounter your parents experienced.

“Let’s take a seat before the aunties swammer us,” he whispered in your ear and led you to a table with a gentle nudge to the small of your back. 

The touch sent plausible tingles of electricity up your spine and the intensity never wavered even when he withdrew his hand to pull out your chair for you — a great play to showcase his inner gentleman. He took his righteous place on your right side, but immediately regretted it. His ploy of escaping the aunties proved to be futile as Mrs. Kang, a good business partner of Jongho’s paternal grandparents, butted into your table and plopped down on the vacant seat beside you despite her name not being on the list and began shooting invasive questions. The older lady wanted to know everything about you — your age, name, workplace, how you knew Jongho, who your soulmate was, if you and Jongho were soulmates. She pulled on the imaginary rubber band attached to Jongho’s wrist until it snapped and rebounded against his skin.

“Mrs. Kang, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

The chatter around the table quieted down at Jongho’s sharp reply and you acted quickly to ease the tension. You placed your hand over his and gave it a firm squeeze. The motion averted his attention from Mrs. Kang to your stern gaze. A silent conversation ensued between you.

“Stop.”

“She’s the one who started it.”

“I don’t care. It won’t look good for you or your parents.”

Jongho eventually gave in and leaned back in his chair. The sudden cold shoulder on his part was him telling you he wasn’t pleased with the outcome. Not like you cared. Yes, your part of the deal was to be his fake-girlfriend, but you couldn’t just let him do as he wished to the people around him as it would reflect a bad light on you too. 

“Welcome everyone to the Fashion For Aid charity event aimed at assisting children in group homes! I want to express my sincere gratitude to everyone for attending on this fine evening…” 

The host was a man in his late sixties with a head full of hair and face clean of any. You weren’t paying much attention to what he was saying as you weren’t well versed into the fashion world, but you did your best to at least look immersed in his speech. The man to your right wasn’t looking any more interested than you did and actually managed to sit through the first five minutes of the opening ceremony, until he got bored. After that, he played a game of what-could-Jongho-do-to-annoy-his-soulmate-in-the-fastest-way-possible? He did everything to get on your nerves — drumming his fingers against the edge of the table, staring at you then looking away when you met his gaze, loudly cracking his neck and fingers, and frequently checked his phone. The moment the host finished his lengthy speech and encouraged everyone to visit the table full of sweets and drinks placed on both sides of the room, Jongho jumped from his seat, hand already reaching into the inner pocket of his suit.

“If you’ll excuse me, a man’s gotta use the bathroom.”

“Jongho!” You hissed after him, but he either didn’t hear you or blatantly ignored you. As you moved to follow him, an inkling feeling telling you the bathroom was the last place he was headed for, a wrinkly hand landed on your thigh and successfully stopped you from going after him.

“Oh, honey, it is not worth stressing over him. Youngsters like that boy don’t change and he won’t do it even with a beautiful lady by his side.”

A bucket of water spilled over you and froze all forty-three muscles in your face. You somehow managed to force the corners of your mouth up and fake a smile, but the sincerity was not evident in your eyes.

“I, uhm, don’t want him to change. Really.” You added in the end as Mrs. Kang raised a brow in non-belief. “I like Jongho as he is and I don’t think he needs to change to fit in other people's crowded boxes.”

“If you say so, dear, but… if you’re interested, I have a nephew your age who would suit you much better than Mr. Choi.” She turned in her seat and scanned the crowd for said nephew. A fire lit beneath your chair as she began waving him over.

“Oh, Mrs. Kang, that's not necessary.” The reassuring words fell on deaf ears — literally — and although you weren’t too keen on lying, you already had one rich kid to look after. “I think I heard Jongho calling for me, I’ll be right back!”

Jongho was in fact not calling you over. Jongho was gone, disappeared into thin air and abandoned you in a room full of strangers. It would be a miracle if he hadn’t asked Mr. Oh to drive him someplace, leaving you to figure out your own ride home.

“Fucking hell, Jongho,” you muttered and weaved through the crowd of successful people and nepotism babies. 

The venue was so packed with people you couldn’t even try searching for the bathrooms and opted to go back out again. The outside wasn’t void of people either, as some foreign faces stood socializing with each other, drinks in one hand and fat cigars squeezed between the pointer- and middle finger of their other hand. Not searching for more aunties or uncles to flag you down, you walked away from the people to a place that seemed vacant. Who would’ve known the universe was pulling on your red string and leading you in the direction of your soulmate. Turning the corner of the building, you stumbled over the view of Jongho crouched down behind a couple of taller bushes. Much like the other gentlemen, he too had a slim cigarette placed between his lips, dragging the poisonous smoke right into his lungs. You understood why out of all the places, he chose to smoke on the other side of the building. It was less prone to attract the paparazzi searching for something juicy to spread on social media. 

Jongho didn’t kill the glowing stick as you appeared in his peripheral vision nor did he show a sign of acknowledging your sudden appearance. You didn’t go out of your way to chastise him for smoking in a public setting either, instead you took a stance beside him while he inhaled the last of the cancer-stick and looked straight ahead. It was already stuffy just standing there in silence, you didn’t need to stare at him with questions swimming in your eyes.

The warm sun of March was replaced by the round and bright moon, allowing a certain frost to the early spring breeze. You crossed your arms over your chest and caressed the exposed skin of your bicep with your thumb in a poor attempt at subduing the coldness. The dress was beautiful, but it certainly wasn’t made for such weather and you were questioning their professionalism as they didn’t give you a coat or any other outerwear. On the other hand, Jongho had been admiring you for the last couple of seconds since you took the place beside him and the sharp goosebumps littered on your body didn’t go unnoticed by him. He balanced the cigarette between his lips and slipped the suit jacket off himself. The rustle of clothes caught your attention and before you could realize what was happening, a newfound warmth wrapped around you followed by a mild fragrance of charcoal, pine needles and espresso. 

“You don’t have to–” 

“I’m not letting my date freeze her ass off.”

You tried ignoring the harsh squeeze of your heart and a pang of heat blossoming from the center of your chest, sprouting out to the rest of your body. This was just Jongho being kind, nothing more, nothing less. Yet your heart and soulmate mark thought otherwise. The stinging smell of his cigarette was a perfect distraction and your nose scrunched at the awful burn. Jongho needed all of three seconds to take one last drag of the stick, blow it away from your face and throw it to the ground, his expensive boot coming down to turn it to speckles of ash. 

“I’m going back inside,” you announced after another minute of silence. “It won’t look good if both of us are missing.”

“Who cares what they think? They’ll always have something to say about me in the end so it doesn’t matter.”

“You don’t have to prove them right, you know?”

You didn’t get another answer after that and decided to take your leave. A warm hand circled around your wrist, their thumb grazing the covered soulmate mark and stopping you in your steps. You turned around, Jongho’s hand still on you but his eyes avoiding yours at all cost.

“...Wanna get out of here?” He eventually asked.

Another beat passed and you pressed your lips together. “We really shouldn’t, Jongho, besides it’s against the contract.”

A genuine laugh escaped him and he moved toward the opposite side of the event, rounding the corner you didn't appear from. “Screw the contract.” 

You quickly followed his lead, intrigued and worried at where he was headed. Perhaps you got worked up for nothing as a bunch of expensive cars as well as limousines were parked in neat rows, the moonlight reflecting off their polished hoods and trunks. 

“Where are you going?” You hissed and bunched one end of your dress to not accidentally step on it and twist your ankle.

“Why don’t you find out?”

How you managed to find yourself in this situation was beyond you. Not once was it stated in the contract that you would need to use Jongho’s death trap as a form of transportation, yet there you were sitting on the back of his motorcycle as he zoomed through the street. It was a miracle he successfully managed to sneak it into the parking lot without having any of the guards or chaperons turning him down. Then again, it was Choi Jongho they were dealing with. What Jongho wanted, Jongho got.

Your arms were tightly wrapped around his midsection and your eyes squeezed shut, almost believing the danger of the situation would disappear if you couldn’t see the blur of scenery whiz past you. Jongho smirked at the feel of you squeezing him to death and he purposefully revved the bike to go faster just to hear your squeaks of fear slip beneath your helmet. He wasn’t even going half the speed he was used to, but he felt just a twinge of remorse for you. The motorcycle slowed down and eventually stopped before a red light.

“You can open your eyes now,” he spoke into the built-in bluetooth in his helmet and placed his hand on your intertwined ones, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles in a soothing motion. The whipping wind was quickly drying your hands and he was cursing himself for the pair of gloves he forgot on the edge of his bed. 

You did as told, albeit opening one eye at a time just to make sure he wasn’t sugarcoating the situation. For once, you were happy about being wrong.

“How much more?” You asked, your throat dry and beginning for a sip of water. 

“We’re almost there.” The traffic light switched to yellow. “Hold on tight now.”

It took an eternity — twenty minutes — until Jongho put the motorcycle in neutral and turned off the throttle as well as the ignition switch, and allowed the weight of the vehicle to lean on the kickstand. He took off his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair, messing up the gelled strands in the process and placed the helmet on the surface of the fuel tank. You slightly released your grip on him, but were still reluctant to move as you were afraid of somehow falling off the motorcycle or tipping the whole thing over and thus let your fingers hover over his sides. Jongho’s feet were planted on the ground for extra security and comfort, and threw a quick glance over his shoulder to see you sit stiff as a board. He turned away and brought his shoulders up to his ears as he quietly chuckled to himself. The helmet was still on your head and your cheeks mushed by the pillowy cushion inside, making you look like a chipmunk with its cheeks full of nuts.

“I thought you hated her?” He asked through his giggles.

“Huh?”

“The motorcycle. I thought you hated the motorcycle, besides can you let go off me now? Unless you like touching me–”

You didn’t need to hear more to fling your hands in the air. The abrupt motion almost caused you to fall back, hadn't you grabbed Jongho’s shoulders again. It was sheer luck that he was sturdy enough not to lean back from your harsh grip. He laughed again, a chuckle that brought his gummy smile into the moonlight. It was a sound you came to like and wouldn't mind hearing for the rest of your life. The admission caused your ears to burn with embarrassment and you were grateful that the soulmate connection was limited to the scribbled name on your wrist, not giving your other half the ability to feel your emotions or hear your thoughts.

“Okay, go like this. Place this foot,” he patted the side of your left thigh, “on the ground and swing your other leg over the bike, then carefully step off. Hold onto me until you’re completely off so you don’t fall.”

His instructions were easy to follow and you managed to get off without hurting yourself, him, or damaging his prized possession. The sound of water softly washing up against the sand reached your ears and it was only when you dismounted the motorcycle that you took in your surroundings. The view was nothing short of exceptional. You stood on the sidewalk with stairs leading straight down to the riverside area, giving you a perfect view of the river. It was slightly blurry and you couldn't quite figure out why. As your hand subconsciously reached up to rub your eyes, you accidentally brushed against the visor. Unsure how to remove the helmet without discomfort, you decided to simply slide the visor up instead.

The Mapo Bridge was even prettier at night, with its blue and purple lights twinkling beneath the dark sky. At least a hundred cars drove across the bridge in the few minutes since you arrived and the sound of their tires and whirring motors added a sense of tranquility to the setting. The prettiest of it all were the cherry blossoms slipping off the branches of the Prunus serrulata trees. The ground was covered in pink and white petals, and some even landed in your hair. It was magical.

It dawned on you just where Jongho had brought you — Yeouido Hangang Park. While you were busy taking in every little detail of the scenery, Jongho retrieved his keys from the ignition and stopped beside you. He buried them in the pockets of his pants to prevent you from noticing he was fidgeting with the keys, thus keeping his dignity intact. He couldn’t have you going around thinking you were the reason behind the butterflies fluttering in his stomach and whether that was true or not would stay with Jongho, and Jongho only.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed out.

Jongho hummed in agreement, yet his eyes didn’t budge from your form. It didn’t matter that you wore stiletto heels with a designer dress, a suit jacket multiple sizes too big for you and a sports helmet on your head — you looked as beautiful as the first day he met you, all those years ago in high school. He cleared his throat and stepped in front of you, the pads of his fingers gently grazing the skin beneath your chin as he unclasped the straps of your helmet. The little click snapped your attention to his eyes full of focus that shifted from your chin up to your lips, and lastly your eyes. As if stuck in a trance unable to look away, you drowned in the warmest hue of brown molded out of the richest cacao beans in the world. Jongho slowly took hold of your helmet and began pushing it upwards, but with a gentleness you hadn’t witnessed before. He was so careful and the imagination of having your head ripped off your body didn’t come to life. 

“Thank you,” you whispered as he successfully removed the gear.

“No worries… I’m sure my mom would have my head if I let a lady walk around in designer clothes with a cheap helmet on.”

Although his intentions weren’t to tickle your belly, the sound of your laughter spread a fervor through his body and shone light on the darkest parts in him. It was contagious and he found his own lips curling up, eyes cheesing and that angelic voice of his handing out gleeful melodies to the few people taking a late-night stroll in the park. 

“Come on, let’s take a walk.” He held out his hand for you to take and you did without a second thought. “I meant your heels, but lucky for you I have two hands.”

You began withdrawing your hand, but Jongho had already laced your fingers together and refused to let go. 

“You're unbelievable,” you muttered, pretending the heat of embarrassment wasn't attacking your cheeks.

“I can live with that.” 

Jongho pulled you along toward the flight of stairs and patiently walked with you. It didn’t matter that it took five minutes to reach the bottom because he was with you every step of the way and if you said anything otherwise, Jongho would’ve argued the night was still young and that the five minutes were worth it as he got to spend them with you. He was lucky his parents chose a candidate who wasn’t insecure of themselves to the point they apologized for every minor inconvenience, because Jongho wasn’t sure how the sweet words would fit his unruly persona. The first three steps on the sand made you change your mind and you quickly removed the heels, flexing your stiff feet and releasing a breath of relief. The expensive pair of footwear were handed to Jongho who hooked his pointer- and middle finger in the heel counter while his other set of fingers were still braided with yours. 

“It’s nice here,” you admitted and looked out on the river. The other side was covered with a bunch of buildings, much like the ones behind you, and looked like a scene straight out of a movie. Where the lights of the apartments, universities and hospitals took on the looks of the stars above.

“Mmmmm, it’s quiet and empty.”

“Do you come here a lot?” 

Jongho pondered for a moment. “Sometimes… I can think easier when there aren’t a bunch of people breathing down my neck, plus the ride here helps me clear my head.”

“It’s overwhelming, right? I mean being in the spotlight constantly and having your every move watched from an early age, no?”

He shrugged. “It was at first, but… I stopped caring after a while and people stopped expecting things from me.”

You hummed in understanding and let the gentle waves wash over the conversation. The curiosity you once carried with you concerning Jongho’s defying personality simmered down to nothing and you realized it wasn’t a topic you should venture in on just yet. Instead, you changed it to something less serious. 

“You know, I didn’t think we’d see each other after high school, but look at us now. Holding hands beneath the stars… Are you perhaps starting to like me, Jjong?”

One end of Jongho's lips curled into a shit-eating grin and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, and you couldn't tell if it was from the nickname or from bringing up old high school memories. Jongho’s walking slowed down until both feet were planted on the sand, not bugging despite you being half a step ahead of him. You looked over your shoulder to see what was the reason for stopping. 

“I don’t know whether to be offended or flattered by the fact that you think I’m just now starting to like you.”

He shortened the distance between you, leaving barely any room for air to squeeze past your bodies. His thumb traced a never-ending circle across the back of your hand and your heels had long since dropped onto the sand, giving him the freedom to cradle the side of your face. Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart seemed to sprout a pair of angel wings, soaring in your chest at the contact of his skin on yours.

"To answer your question, soulmate, I’ve liked you since the day I saw you in that gymnasium." Jongho's eyes traveled over your face, giving each feature and detail equal attention, as if he wanted to memorize your beauty as though it were a cheat sheet for an exam. "You were dressed in that cute school uniform, your hair braided and kept out of your face, and you looked absolutely sick to your stomach. That’s when I knew our souls were made for each other. I didn’t even need to know your name or look at your wrist. I just knew."

The world went silent around you. The sloshing of water, the chorus of cute laughter and the moving vehicles were muffled sounds that didn’t reach your ears. A furious heat crawled up your back and neck, nipping at your cheeks until you were on the brink of burning up like a firework, but the rest of your body — your fingers, toes, nose and ears — were freezing cold. A massive star nearing the end of its life cycle suddenly exploded and your hearing came back. The air that had caught in your throat was let out as Jongho’s words settled in your mind.

“Jongho,” you lamely whispered in return. 

The secret you had carried for years turned out not to be much of a secret after all, and the hundreds, thousands, of people you thought you were fooling day in and day out weren’t deserving of that title. Because the biggest fool out of them all was you.

“You knew all along?” 

Jongho shrugged and tore his eyes from your dumbfounded expression down to your wrist. “It wasn’t hard to figure out.” His thumb slid up beneath your detachable sleeves, exposing the name you kept hidden for years. “I mean, it isn’t everyday I hear about a pretty girl with my name tattooed on her wrist and hers on mine.”

You didn’t know what to focus on first. The fact that he called you a pretty girl, his thumb caressing your soulmate mark or him knowing you were destined together since high school. Your tongue darted out to lick at your bottom lip and his eyes were quick to follow the brief movement. He swallowed thickly and forced them up again. 

“I take it you knew too?”

You nodded in return. “When they called out your name in the assembly and I caught the side of your face.” 

“I’m happy you didn’t approach me then,” he suddenly admitted and chuckled as your brows pinched together. “Fate brought us together in the end.”

“But we aren’t together-together.”

“Last time I checked, you pretty much signed a contract to date me.”

“Fake-date you.”

The tongue poking the inside of his cheek looked ten times more attractive beneath the moonlight, and you wanted nothing more than to run your hand through his hair and kiss that darned smirk off his face. Perhaps the soulmate bond went further than a name scribbled on the outer layer of your skin, because your wish wasn’t too far from Jongho’s. He, too, wanted to get a taste of your lips. To have some remnants of your lipstick smudge against his and guess the flavor of it — maybe strawberry or cherry, though he always took you for a coconut girl. 

He rolled his eyes and nodded. “Okay, fake-date then… Better?”

Not in the least.

“Much better.”

“It’s not for me,” he quickly added.

“Why?”

Jongho inhaled a sharp intake of air and waited, playing the scene out in his mind and weighing out his options before puking his thoughts and feelings out in an almost vacant park. “Because… I want to do stuff with you. To hold your hand, take you out on dates, kiss you, hug you and just be with you like a real couple. I want to know that the look you have when you’re with me is real, that it isn’t just a job for you. I need to know that you want me as much as I want you.”

“I have always wanted you,” you confessed shakily. “Before I even knew you, Jongho. There was nothing more I wanted than to find my soulmate and that hasn’t changed. Even when I did find you and lost you at the same time, that desire still lived within me. It still does… And when I found out you were the rich kid who needed a fake-girlfriend, it felt like the world was laughing in my face, but I realized it was giving me a second chance. Us a second chance.”

Now it was Jongho’s turn to look dumbfounded. You took his silence as a sign to continue.

“And all you had to do, Jjong, was ask. Even now. Just ask for what you want.”

The man stared at you as if heaven were beneath your fingertips, as if a single touch of your finger would bring him eternal peace and serenity. You were truly the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on and no one else could compete with your beauty — even if they were sculpted by Aphrodite herself. Jongho was never a listener — always defying and doing as he pleased. Yet this one time, the one time, he would be darned if he didn’t.

“May I kiss you?”

“Please.”

The stars aligned as his lips gently pressed against yours. Jongho was right, you tasted like coconut and it had him craving for more, yet the fear of pushing you away was greater than his need. The fingers of your free hand tangled into the side of his shirt to steady your swirling mind, but did little for your erratically beating heart. Jongho wasn’t rough nor eager to ravage your mouth with his tongue, rather on the contrary. It was a soft and lingering kiss that tested the waters. You parted to inhale air before diving in for another kiss, this one a little more urgent and daring than the first, but equally sweet. Jongho’s tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you tilted your head sideways while allowing him access. Even now with his tongue exploring your mouth, the kiss didn’t change from intimate to hungry. A fire was set in your lungs that ached for oxygen and you were left with no choice but to break apart. Jongho rested his forehead against yours, noses brushing and heavy gasps for air fanning your faces. 

“You drive me crazy,” he said between breaths.

“I’m not… doing anything.” You had to fight the smile threatening to dance across your lips. This was a whole new side to Jongho, a side you had never seen before but wouldn’t trade for the world. 

“Precisely and you still make me lose my mind.”

The stubborn smile eventually broke through and Jongho huffed out a chuckle at the gleeful expression. I’m-not-doing-anything his ass. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek once and twice, but froze in motion as you asked him a question. 

“Did you really mean everything you said earlier? About the contract, I mean.”

“Yes,” he answered in a heartbeat. “If I could, I would terminate the contract, but keep this. Keep us.” 

A beat passed and then another. Your thoughts were flying wild, narrowly avoiding each other and the explosion that would ensue. 

“Let’s do it then,” you eventually said. That was the second bravest thing you had done in your life. The first would be signing the contract while running on four hours of sleep. “Let’s do it for real.”

Jongho gauged your expression, searching for any sign of uncertainty or regret. When he couldn’t find even a hint of either, he pressed his lips against yours. Affection, joy and excitement poured into the kiss, and Jongho hoped you would feel at least half of it.

Unbeknownst to the new couple, two people stood by Jongho’s motorcycle. The man wore a fancy black suit, while the woman’s dress elegantly hugged her curves as she stood effortlessly in her heels. A set of black sunglasses obscured their eyes, despite the fact that the sun had long since exchanged places with the moon. The pair seemed out of place in Yeouido Hangang Park surrounded by people dressed in casual clothing. Passersby noticed it too, shooting them strange looks, but neither of them cared. Their attention was fixed on the couple brought together by destiny.

“I knew she was the one for him,” the man proudly admitted and puffed out his chest.

The woman beside him scoffed. “Please, I was the one who found her Linkedin and recognized her name from Mr. Choi’s wrist.”

The pair gave you one last look before turning around and clambering back into the limousine, which drove them straight to the charity event. They had left the party in a hurry the moment they noticed the absence of the successor of Choi Clothes and his fake girlfriend — or should they say, his real girlfriend?

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[edenesth]

[7:16 AM]

"I'm gonna dieeee," you wailed, curling up on the couch. Pouting, you glanced over at Jongho, who was busy preparing breakfast—or at least you thought so—in the kitchen of your shared apartment.

He snorted and shook his head. "You say that every month, yet here you are, alive and well time and time again."

"Would it hurt to console me a little? Try being a woman for a month and see how you like it." With a scoff, you reached for a pillow, ready to throw it at him, but a wave of cramps hit your lower half. Wincing, you clutched the soft material close and waited for the pain to pass.

Damn it, being a woman sucked. If you get pregnant, you suffer for nine months. If you don't, you still suffer every month. Why did you have to be a woman? Life would be so much easier if you were a man. Like that bastard standing there, engrossed in whatever he was doing, neglecting his poor girlfriend who was in so much pain—

"Here you go, babe. I got you your heat pad."

Oh.

Suddenly, you felt guilty for thinking of him that way when all he had been trying to do was ensure your comfort. Your lips quivered as you reached out to him with grabby hands. Damn your period mood swings; they were driving you insane.

His eyes widened in panic at your tears as he rushed over, kneeling beside you and gently pressing the pad onto your stomach, knowing exactly where to hold it by now. One hand on your tummy, the other instinctively cupped your face. "What is it, babe? Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."

You shook your head, mumbling, "No, that's too much work."

He hummed thoughtfully. "I can cut you some apples, at least?"

"Break them in half, you mean."

He nodded. "Yeah, or that too."

Just as he moved to stand up, presumably to go break some apples, you whined and tugged on his hand. "No, you idiot. I don't need anything else. I just want you to stay here with me… please."

Your boyfriend finally understood the cause of your morning grumpiness. Though your period cramps were always terrible and tended to affect your mood, today you appeared even more restless than usual. He softened as he realised his mistake in fussing over you when all you really wanted was for him to stay by your side.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here now. I'll stay with you for as long as you need me to," he whispered, settling beside you and pulling your smaller frame close. His heart fluttered when you immediately snuggled up to him as if it were second nature.

"Good, then stay forever," you murmured, leaning up to kiss his jaw. He gave you a comforting squeeze, his heart skipping a beat at your words. Pressing his lips against your head, he nuzzled his face into your hair, wondering why he hadn't done this sooner.

"Maybe I will," he said, savouring the feeling of you in his arms, pressed against him. The soft sensation of your breath on his skin, the warmth radiating from you, the rise and fall of your chest against his side, and the dreamy way you looked up at him—all of it made him think that staying like this forever wouldn't be so bad. "Be careful what you wish for. You'd better not grow tired of me when I do cling to you forever."

You bit your lip. "Never, Choi Jongho. I'll never get tired of you." With that, you sealed the promise with a kiss that seemed to make all the period cramps in the world disappear.

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[riboism]

Mutual Butterflies

》 pairing: c.jh x gn reader

》 genre: fluff, drabble

》 content: fluffy, short, meet cute <33 friendsgiving

》 a/n: these soft jongho pics got me feeling a certain way 😣

🎧 mutual butterflies- ryan trey

At a cozy Friendsgiving gathering, you find yourself surrounded by good friends, delicious food, and the comforting buzz of laughter and clinking glasses. It's a nice escape before midterms pick up, a chance to reconnect and let loose. One of your friends brings along Jongho, a classmate from their sociology class who quickly blends into the group. Though you’ve just met him, there's an undeniable spark. Each glance in his direction sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He’s effortlessly charming—cute, with a gentle voice and a warm, gummy smile that makes your cheeks flush.

As the evening unfolds, the group begins to scatter—some retreating to the backyard porch or the living room couch, caught between food comas and drunken revelry. Yet, you remain at the table with Jongho. The drinks in your system make you braver than usual, your words flowing more freely, and to your delight, he leans in, encouraging the playful banter. You felt a swell of pride every time one of your silly jokes landed, earning the sweet reward of his laughter. The way his eyes crinkled and his soft cackle filled the air had your legs turning to putty. Your fingers find his, lightly tracing over them, and the small, electric touch sends a comfortable warmth blooming in your chest.

Time feels like it’s slowing, the world narrowing to just the two of you. Another shot is poured, laughter bubbling between you as you lose yourself in the soft glow of his gaze. In that quiet, stolen moment, you can’t help but wish the night could go on forever. And by the way his hands lingered over yours, you knew the feeling was mutual.

[323cutie]

so we've kissed woosan and yungi and seongjoong... and now we get to kiss jongsang !!!

kissing jongho feels safe, like the worst could happen and you'd barely feel it. he's so sure and confident, arms around your waist to pull you to him like it's the only thing he knows how to do. his favorite place to be is in your arms, and his favorite place for you to be is in his -- it just feels right, pressing your lips to his. he's sweet with it and knows when to stop (for both "we're in public" purposes and "i'm making you want it" purposes), but he's not against letting the both of you get lost in each other for a little while. he complains that you embarrass him all the time, but he's quick to tuck you into his chest and kiss you until you're dizzy. jongho is strong and his kisses are no different, a comforting amount of pressure mixed with the love you know is behind them. either of you might initiate it, but he's always the one that really struggles to let you go, pressing a few lingering, chaste kisses on the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, your temples. he'll hold you close even once the two of you seem to have come to a stop exchanging kisses with the excuse that it's cold or he's too comfortable to move. really, he just wants you to kiss him again (and again, and again). and who are you to deny him?

kissing yeosang is sweet. he's always tentative, but never unwilling. the first little while after you guys started dating you had to initiate kissing, but now he does it no problem -- and he always, always asks if he can kiss you before he does it. it doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing (he could have you writhing under him in his bed, whimpering and moaning) -- he'll ask. he might lean away from you if you try to kiss him in public, regardless of how quick you intend to be, but it doesn't offend you; he's still a bit shy with pda. he offers a squeeze of your hand in an apology, and lets you kiss him silly later, once you're home. here he's in his element, assertive and languid, tender to cool down your hunger. he can't ever really help the smile on his face, happy just to be sharing this moment with you -- and it's infectious, both of you grinning until it gets too hard to really kiss. yeosang doesn't mind, though, more than willing to let you put your lips all over his face, chuckling when you kiss his pretty pink birthmark at the top of his cheek. he'll return the favor tenfold, too; asking once more if he can kiss you before he dives back in headfirst, already holding back a grin.

[matchawoozii]

missed you, come outside? – choi jongho

pairing: idolbf!jongho x f!reader || wc: 861 || warnings: none!

tonight had felt like a filler episode. you hadn’t done anything all day, besides ordering takeout for lunch and dinner. for breakfast, you just had some orange juice and avocado toast, which the avocado might have been expired now that you think about it.

you sat up on your bed, remote in hand as you scrolled endlessly through numerous streaming services. nothing seemed that interesting to you, so you watched an old favorite of yours.

as your room was lit with bright flashes, you couldn’t really seem to shake the ‘empty’ feeling from your head. instinctively, you reached for your phone left charging on your bedside table, and opened your messages app. nothing. not even from your boyfriend, jongho.

it wasn’t unusual for him to not text you for long periods of time, as he was a dancer and hand rehearsals fairly often, even going over the allotted period sometimes, so you just hoped he’d be finished soon so you could chat and ask about his day. 

the moon’s dim glow shone upon your windowsill, catching your attention. you peered out of the window, admiring the late night beauty, and let out a content sigh. the streetlights that ran down the street beamed somewhat brightly, and the lights of other apartment buildings shone just fairly.

suddenly, a loud thud echoed from your window, drawing your attention to the ground. the figure who was just barely visible from the building entrance lights threw another rock at your window at the hope of getting your attention (which, was already had) you squinted and finally identified the culprit.

jongho!

your eyes had softened, a small smile forming as you watched him hold up a big poster with the words ‘missed you, come outside?’ with a smiley face right next to it. you mouthed a yes multiple times and ran to put your comfortable slippers on to meet him downstairs.

you finally opened the building door, running into his arms for a hug. he picked you up and spun you around with a smile on his face, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “hi darling!” he exclaimed, putting you down and reaching for your hand.

“i’m sorry i never got the chance to text you earlier, practice went on longer than expected–and you know how hongjoong hyung can be when it comes to being perfect–” “don’t even worry about it. i’m just glad you’re here with me now!” you shushed, leaning your head onto his shoulder as you two made your way down the street.

he stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, letting an arm snake around your waist to pull you just a little closer.

“you look so pretty tonight,” jongho stated. he didnt care that you were in day-old pajamas, or the fact that your hair was slightly disheveled from lying down almost all day, he thought you were still beautiful either way. that’s one of the things he liked about you the most, how you could look good and put together without even putting any effort. “i like seeing you like this.” he smiled.

 “you serious?” you looked down at yourself, raising a brow. “i’m literally in pajamas. and not even the cute ones you like.” he couldn’t help but laugh a little as he pulled you under an open pavilion nearby the part that you two had walked to as both of your hands were holding his.

“are you just gonna stare at me the whole time?” you asked, a playful giggle escaping your mouth. “it’s pretty hard to not look at you.” jongho stepped closer to you, hands slowly finding their way to your waist. 

jongho’s gaze flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and time around you moved slowly. the way he leaned in, the way his hands moved up from your waist to gently cradle your face. his thumbs brushed against your cheeks ever so carefully, as if you were going to break. 

“i really missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his. he slowly closed the distance between your lips. your hands made their way up to his neck as out kiss became more and more passionate.

he had you pinned against the post of the pavilion, and pulled back letting out a soft chuckle.  “you don’t know how long I waited to do that,” jongho murmured, his voice light.

you slightly tilted your head, catching your breath. “you act like you haven’t seen me in weeks!” you teased, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest. his heart was beating fast, just like yours.

you stayed like that just a little longer, foreheads touching, and the quiet comfort of jongho’s presence wrapped around you like a blanket.

finally, he pulled back just enough to smile down at you, his eyes shining. “let’s go back, shall we?” he said softly, slipping his hand into yours again. “but maybe a little slower this time yeah? I want to stay out with you just a little longer.”

and so you did, taking a longer route than you usually do, just to spend time with your perfect boyfriend.

[seonghwaddict]

falling and sleeping — choi jongho

in which falling in love with you felt like falling asleep; natural and unnoticed.

best friend!choi jongho x fem!reader. genre. fluff, crack, friends to lovers. warnings. cursing, none he's just a little nervous. wc. 1.5k. rating. pg-13

lilo’s notes. hiii here's a fluffy little jongho fic because i love him. this isn’t proofread btw i’m sorry for any errors! also, my upload schedule is now on saturday's :3

listening to. from the start, laufey

masterlist.

“hyung!”

jongho burst into the living room of his shared dorm with wooyoung and hongjoong. hongjoong was nowhere to be found, likely at the studio or something, and wooyoung sprawled on the couch, watching a drama on the tv, scrolling through his phone, and taking occasional sips of his comically large coffee cup simultaneously. at the sound and sudden appearance of jongho, he looked away from the screen.

“something wrong?” he yawned, turning his phone off and dropping it on his chest.

“yes. i figured out my problem-“

wooyoung snorted, eyes drifting back to the television screen. “yeah? which one?”

“shut the fuck up, i’ll strangle you,” jongho paused what was supposed to be his dramatic monologue to glare at the dark haired fox-resembling man on the couch. he waited a second before sighing. “my y/n problem. i figured it out. so-“

“you have a problem with her?” at the mention of jongho’s best friend’s name, wooyoung’s attention was captured. if he had a problem with you, that meant something terrible must have happened. truthfully, wooyoung would hate that. he’d been rooting for the two of you for years, even if neither of you were aware of how perfect you were for each other.

“hey! stop interrupting me,” jongho kicked his shin lightly before continuing, “well, no, we don’t have a problem but things felt weird for some reason and i have come to a conclusion.”

“okay… and…?” wooyoung gestured for him to continue, his dramatic pause putting him on edge.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“… excuse me?” it was then that he decided to turn off the tv, giving his full attention to his younger friend.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“oh, for the love of-“ wooyoung groaned and threw himself back on the couch, screaming into a pillow, “CHOI JONGHO YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HER!”

a confused expression crossed his face as he watched his friend’s dramatic antics and jongho sat down, forcefully pulling the pillow from wooyoung’s face. he should’ve found hongjoong instead, maybe he would’ve been more helpful.

“no, no, don’t be silly,” he tossed the pillow aside and spoke, hands flailing around to emphasise his point. wooyoung was on he verge of banging his head against a wall, “lately when i go near her my stomach itches and i feel all warm and sometimes it gets hard to breath and…”

the realisation that spread across his face was a picture wooyoung wanted to take and print out, plastering it on his wall and also adding it to his resume with the caption ‘i’m literally cupid.’

“… and oh my god i’m in love with her.”

a loud cheer left wooyoung as he sprang up from the couch, going on a five minute rant about how long he’d been waiting for this and how he always knew there was something. “you should go tell her right now.”

“w-what- no! i just figured out i’m in love with my best friend and you expect me to just… go and tell her?”

“that’s exactly what i expect,” he nodded, crossing his arms and leaning his weight on one leg, “didn’t she tell you about how she overheard someone say some guy from her workplace wanted to ask her out for valentines?”

“well, yeah… but-”

“no buts!” he held his palm up, silencing jongho. “you can’t let that home-wrecker ask her out before you. so, get your ass off that couch, change into something nice and go tell her you love her. and buy some flowers in the way.”

“it’s not home-wrecking if we aren’t even toge-“

“that’s besides the point, now do as i say if you ever want a relationship with her.” wooyoung rolled his eyes and turned on his heels, walking to where his jacket hung on the coat rack. he pulled out his wallet and, surprisingly, fished out his credit card to give to jongho. “this is for flowers and some chocolates only.”

and so half an hour later he was walking down the hallway of your floor of your apartment building, wearing an all-black ensemble of slacks a shirt and a trench coat, holding a bouquet of various flowers he didn’t know the names of in one hand and a small box of your favourite chocolate ms in the other. he could still abort and leave without you ever knowing he was there in the first place. you’d given him a key to the building a while ago, trusting him with it since your apartment was practically his second home.

he considered doing just that again, but the bought of you going out with another man who wasn’t him had his heart aching, giving him some courage to finally step in front of your door. he practiced what he wanted to say to you under his breath as he stared at the familiar dark grey door. when he thought he was ready, he reached out to ring the doorbell.

only to pull away at the last second and begging pacing back and forth nervously. eventually, he stopped, clenching his eyes shut and forcing himself to ring your doorbell. there was no going back now.

when you opened the door and you looked at him with your bright eyes and enchanting smile, he felt the nervousness in his stomach melt away and get replaced by butterflies and a soft pink tint on his cheeks. “oh, hey, jjong-“

“i love you.”

you blinked at him, not noticing the very obvious items in his hands, eyes fixed in his face. not quite understanding, you chuckled lightly, “you know i love you too.”

“no, you don’t get it. i mean, i in love with you. i fucking love you and i’m not sure if i’ve ever felt so strongly about someone in my life. i smile when someone mentions you, my heart flutters when i’m around you, fuck, when i see your smile it feels like all my problems have been solved and… your presence, god, it just fucks me up in the best way possible. i can’t believe i didn’t realise this sooner, but i’ve fallen for you, y/n. though, i suppose i didn’t realise it because falling felt like sleeping and sleeping feels so natural and easy that i never realised it until now.”

you stared at each other. he stared with all the admiration he could muster and you stared with mild shock and, under that, relief. “you… you love me?”

“oh my god, i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- i’ve made things awkward, haven’t i? just- just forget that-“

you soft palm covering his lips drove him to silence, looking at you with wide eyes as you pulled him into your apartment, closing the door with your unoccupied hand. his heart skipped a beat as you grinned and whispered your next words.

“jongho, i love you—in that way—too.” you dropped your hand from his mouth slowly, looking down at the flowers and the chocolates, giggling, “you really didn’t have to get all this.”

you took them out of his hands slowly, avoiding his gaze, flustered as you placed his gifts on the marble counter of the kitchen behind you. he hadn’t said anything since your confession, cheeks burning and jaw dropped slightly. he couldn’t believe it. he couldn’t believe you liked loved him back.

he drew your attention to him, breathing out your name. “you… you love me too?”

“yes, you dense cabbage, i love you,” your laugh was melodic as you took both his hands in yours, nodding, “now shut up and kiss me.”

jongho’s expression finally changed into a giddy grin as he pulled his hands out of your grasp to hold your waist, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours. when you didn’t protest, not that he expected you to, he deepened it into a proper kiss that he hoped conveyed his need for you. he felt like his knees would go weak as your delicate hands trailed up his torso to his head, brushing his hair absentmindedly as you kissed him back with equal intensity.

eventually, you had to separate to catch your breaths and jongho mentally cursed the human need for oxygen. he liked kissing you, your lips slotting together like puzzle pieces. when he felt like the tension had gone completely, he leaned forward to press repeated pecks to your lips, basking in the way you giggle and tried to meet each one of his quick kisses.

“i think i have a tiny crush on you,” you muttered once he decided he kissed you enough (it was never enough, really, but he wanted to let you breathe), fighting back a stupid grin.

“you think?” he snorted, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline and eyes full of affection.

“yeah, a teeny tiny one.”

he laughed heartily, giving you one more peck “i paid with wooyoung’s card, by the way.”

“in that case you should’ve gotten at least five more bouquets.”

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[pixlpxie]

I kinda hate my life

[slvtteez]

Just imagine the intense eye contact Jongho would give each time you take him in deeper, tears streaming from your eyes from how thick he is. “Look at you crying on my dick.” He would laugh smugly forcing your head down even more just to get more tears out of you. The more you bobbed your head the tighter his grip on your hair would be until he’s just full out fucking your face with no care of how messy you were getting chasing his release. When he finishes you’d thank him for using you. “You did so well baby.” He’d coo, praising you over and over again.

I would be on my knees at the door waiting for him to get home!!! He could ruin me in anyway he pleased and I would say thank you every time! 🤤🥵

[newworldwritings]

bf!jongho x fem!reader -> texts

request are open!

cw: suggestive , cursing, attempted humor

[linearities]

03:27AM.

pairing: jongho x reader

notes: wrote this in 15 minutes during a sleep deprive delusion, hope you enjoy! not proofread!!!!

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jongho wraps his arms around your waist, holding you secure against his toned chest. his breath is slow and steady against your neck, tickling the skin with the proximity and intimacy of the scenario you find yourselves.

you knew the moment he stepped inside your shared apartment that it would be a restful night, with jongho light as a feather as he took his shower and laid on the bed, immediately pulling you towards him. your legs were entangled, the summer breeze seeping through the window and hitting the comfy duvet on top of your bodies. the atmosphere was perfect, the fresh scent of his shampoo engulfing your senses in a way that made your mind simply turn off.

oh, how good it felt to be in the arms of your lover, with him whispering his sleepy sweet nothings in your ear while softly kissing that spot behind your ear, making you sigh and giggle at each cheeky thing he came to say. how good it felt to be loved, to be safe, to be cared. to be his. and, above all that, how good it felt to love him.

choi jongho i love you so much i'm gonna marry you!

i want to write a (late) mingi christmas drabble if y'all fw that lemme know so i can tag you :3

merry Christmas and happy New Years for all of you!!

xoxo, meggie. <3

[stayteezdreams]

Scenarios: First Realization of Love

Scenarios: First time they realize they love you + drabbles

Part One: Hongjoong/Yunho/Mingi Part Two: Seonghwa/Wooyoung

Pairings: Kang Yeosang x Gn!Reader; Choi San x Gn!Reader (<est. relationship); Choi Jongho x Gn!Reader

A/n: I got a bit stuck on these, so they might not be as good as the others, but I hope you still like them!

Warnings: Kiss in Sans; mentions of drunk man/drinking in Jonghos.

Words: Yeosang 924; San 792; Jongho 965; Total: ~2.7k

Yeosang:

When you comforted him...

Yeosang wasn't feeling himself recently.

Whether he was sick, sore, over-worked, it didn't matter, he just wanted to relax.

The others saw it and assumed he wanted to be alone, so they left him to go be menaces somewhere else.

But that wasn't really what Yeosang wanted. He didn't want to be alone, he just wanted to be comforted.

Though he had to admit, he wasn't sure how.

He didn't want to talk, or joke, or go out, but he wasn't sure how to vocalize it.

But somehow, you knew exactly what he needed, and wanted, even when he didn't.

He watched you as you entered the room, and sat nearby, not right next to him, but close.

"Weren't you going with the others?"

You looked at him with a light smile, "Nah, don't feel up to it."

He nodded in understanding but watched you for a moment as you relaxed.

You started listening to music, loud enough in your ears that he could hear it.

Glancing at you he noticed you didn't have your earbuds in your ears, but around your neck.

It was some of his favorite music, that you two shared an interest in. Music he told you he liked to listen to when he was stressed. Music he had been listening to all day.

Turning off his own playlist on his phone, he let himself listen to it from you.

"I'm ordering food do you want some?"

Yeosang blinked a few times before he felt his heart flutter. He nodded softly, "Sure."

You smiled and got up, walking over to him and sitting beside him, You leaned against his shoulder and he felt his heart flutter again.

You showed him the menu's as you scrolled. "What do you feel like?"

He glanced at the phone, realizing you were ordered from one of his favorite spots.

Looking back at your profile, he found himself admiring you closely. You were doing this all on purpose, weren't you?

You hummed softly as you scrolled on your phone, unaware of Yeosang's fond gaze.

"Maybe this?" You mumbled, as Yeosang nodded without paying attention.

Yeosang knew he had a crush on you, he had for a long time, but he never paid attention, assuming it was just a small thing, not serious. Maybe it was because you were so nice, and a comforting person to be around. You got his sense of humor, shared a lot of likes and dislikes.

Sure he liked being around you, hanging out with you, sharing his food with you, making excuses to be around you and go on dates hang-outs. But it was just a small crush, or so he convinced himself.

But as he found his heart fluttering and chest tightening at your close proximity, and the silent way you were comforting him, he started to realize. It wasn't just a small crush, it was much, much bigger than he had allowed himself to realize.

When Yeosang didn't respond to your question you looked over at him, your heart jolting at the intense gaze he had as he looked at you. When your eyes met his, he was brought out of his thoughts as his eyebrows shot up.

"Huh?" He muttered out, finally realizing you had asked him something.

You let out a soft chuckle, trying to ignore how your neck grew hot and your heart pounded.

"I asked what else you wanted." You mumbled, feeling shy under his gaze.

"Oh." He cleared his throat as he looked at your phone, shutting out his thoughts for a moment as he helped you pick what else to order.

He continued to get lost while gazing at you as you sat and waited for your food. And you noticed, how could you not?

Finally he spoke up a bit more, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Staying with me." He was feeling a bit shy now as he shuffled around in his seat.

You smiled softly at him and he felt his breath catch. "I wasn't sure if it was what you really wanted, I was afraid I might annoy you."

He was quick to shake his head, "You don't. You never do. I like- I like being around you."

You smiled at his words, your chest fluttering, "Good, I like being around you too."

"I like you."

His words came out before he meant them too, and you saw the shock on his face at his own words. As he brought his hand to his mouth.

You let out a startled yet flattered chuckle, your heart beating heavier than before. "What?"

He cleared his throat as he sat up a bit more, "I didn't mean to say that out loud."

You bit the inside of your lip, "Does that mean you don't mean it?"

He looked at you quickly with a raised brow as he shook his head, "No I mean it! I- uh." He was obviously flustered and you felt bad for him.

Leaning over you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek causing him to freeze in his nervous shuffling. "I like you to Yeosang."

He met your gaze and you saw his ears getting brighter by the second before he let out a nervous chuckle. Suddenly, taking you by surprise just as you did to him, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your face, just at the edge of your lips.

Your eyes widened in turn and he smiled, making you giggle a moment later. You smiled fondly at each other as your feelings, though a bit clumsy, were made known.

xx

San:

When you surprised him at a concert...

No matter how many times San told you, you could watch the shows from back stage, you always refused.

"I want to see you perform the way other's do."

So every show, he found himself searching for you in the crowd, it was one of his favorite games.

On this particular concert, you weren't there.

Or at least you weren't supposed to be.

They were on tour in another country, and he hadn't seen you in weeks.

Even though he was far away, he still found himself looking for you in the crowds, and always felt a soft ache in his heart when he knew he would not find you.

But this time, when his eyes caught on a familiar face and he did a double take.

You were near the front row, a large sign in your hands as you cheered for them.

You were singing along to the song and when your eyes met San's you grinned, winking at him before continuing to cheer.

San felt his heart burst, as a grin spread across his face.

As he was singing his part, his eyes kept finding their way to you, as he almost teared up at the sight of you singing along with him.

To him, there as no one else in the crowds, just you.

For the rest of the concert all he wanted was to run to you, to embrace you and hold you.

Every time his eyes caught sight of you his heart beat a little faster, and he felt more and more overjoyed.

During a slower song when his eyes caught yours once more, you were smiling brightly as you sang along with him and it clicked.

He was in love with you.

He knew he had been falling for you from the moment you met, but now he knew he was completely, and fully in love.

And he couldn't wait to tell you.

When the concert ended he quickly took off his mic, wiped himself down (not wanting to be completely sweaty when he saw you), and waiting impatiently in the bands room.

You were well known by the staff, and always made your way back to the waiting rooms after a concert so San never had to come find you.

The others had seen you in the crowd as well, and knew how excited San was to see you after so long. Leaving him along in the room, they wanted the two of you to have your moment.

He paced impatiently around the room, before hearing the door creak open. His eyes shot towards the door, his heart bursting and painfully large grin spreading across his face when you poke your head into the room.

Stepping all the way in, you barely got the door shut behind you before San was wrapping his arms around you and lifting you into the air.

You let out a surprised laugh as he spun around, before setting you down. His lips were quickly smashed into yours as he kissed you desperately, pouring his emotion at seeing you into the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you returned the kiss, just as overjoyed to see him again, and glad your surprise paid off.

When he finally pulled away, though reluctantly, he pressed his forehead against yours as you grinned at each other.

"Hi." You said with a soft laugh and he chuckled.

"Hi." He cupped your face and pressed another kiss to your lips.

"I can't believe you're here."

"I wanted to surprise you. And I couldn't wait another two weeks before seeing you again."

San let out a emotional sigh as he pulled you into is arms, swaying you gently as he hugged you.

"Y/n" He said softly and you met his gaze with a soft hum.

He gently caressed your cheek as he stared longingly into your eyes. "I realized something when I saw you in the crowd."

"What is it?"

"I'm in love with you. I love you so much it hurts." He pressed his hand to his heart when he spoke, his eyes tearing up at his own emotion.

You felt your breath catch as his eyes and words poured out all the love he felt for you. And all the love you felt for him as well, was mirrored in your own eyes as you grinned at him.

Your eyes brimmed with tears as well as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and spoke softly in reply. "I'm in love with you too San. So much more every day."

He grinned as he pulled you into another long and meaningful kiss, arms wrapped around each other as you held on tight, knowing you were never going to let go.

xx

Jongho:

When you laughed (and ran away) with him...

You didn't mean to laugh, you shouldn't, but it was perfect.

There was a drunk man causing trouble nearby, and you and Jongho had already shared many looks.

But when the man, after attempting to berate another passerby, tripped, stumbled for an extraordinary amount of time before falling into a bush, you could not hold back.

You and Jongho gasped before trying to repress your laughs. But the second you made eye contact with each other, you were both gone.

You gripped his sleeve in an attempt to control yourself as you turned away from the man to laugh.

You felt bad, but at the same time how could you not laugh?

Jongho however, was not hiding his cackle in the slightest.

Tears were brimming your eyes when you caught Jongho's eyes, you had your hand covering your mouth as you repressed your giggles.

Jongho felt his chest clench as he couldn't look away from you.

He wasn't sure if he was ever seen you laugh this hard, and he loved it.

Something in him shifted in that moment and he wished he could bottle up your laughter and keep it with him forever.

He was grinning as he was staring at you, his laugh having died down due to his focus on you.

You finally let out a few last breathy sighs before wiping your eyes. His gaze was still on you and you felt shyness beginning to take over.

As you found yourself staring back at him, you started to realize that the nearby shouting of the drunk man was now directed at you as his voice grew closer.

You and Jongho both looked over to see the angry man pointing at the two of you as he crossed the road.

"Are you laughing at me?!" He yelled in a drunken anger.

Jongho and you locked eyes in a panic before Jongho suddenly grabbed your hand, "Run."

Adrenaline spiked through you as you and Jongho bolted down the road and around the corner to the nearest park. It was not hard to get away from the angry drunk man, but your heart was racing either way.

Maybe it was because of Jongho's hand wrapped around yours.

When you slowed into a walk you looked back from where you came before laughing again. Jongho chuckled along with you as he shook his head. "Ah, I wasn't expected him to start running at us."

You shook your head with a final laugh, "Me either."

You and Jongho continued to stroll down the path, and you were aware that he had not let go of your hand, and you wondered if he hadn't realized it.

As Jongho glanced over at you, he saw you looking down at your intertwined hands and smiled to himself. He was aware he was still holding your hand, and he had no intention of letting go.

Glancing up, your eyes met his and he smiled gently at you before squeezing your hand softly and continuing to pull you alongside him.

"Where should we go now?"

Your heart started to flutter as you realized he was doing it on purpose. Jongho, the one who often ran from skin-ship and touch, was purposefully holding your hand. You weren't sure what to think as your ears burned hot and butterflies filled your stomach.

Deciding you needed to know what he was thinking you tugged his hand a bit, making him look at you.

"Why are you still holding my hand?" You asked softly, shyly.

Jongho repressed a grin as he looked down at your hands and shrugged. "Because I want to?"

"But...why?"

He stopped and turned towards you smiling a little bigger and leaning forward to lock his eyes with yours. "Because I want to."

Before you could respond with a frustrated 'why?' once again Jongho grinned and tugged you towards him as he let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you.

You let out a startled gasp as you froze in his arms, your heart pounding so heavily you were sure he could feel it too.

He spoke softly, "Is this better?"

"Wh-" You wanted to speak but you were so bewildered you were unsure of what to say or do.

Jongho could sense this, and deciding to put you out of your misery let out a soft sigh. "I like you, a lot. Much more than I realized before. So I want to hold your hand. And I want to hug you." He paused for a moment, his own heart beat betraying his nerves. "Is that okay?"

You thought for a moment on his words as you took in a shaky breath and nodded softly. "Yes, it's okay."

Jongho grinned as he slowly let you go and took a step back before smiling softly at you.

He couldn't resist poking your face as he chuckled, "You're cute when you are flustered."

Gently smacking his arm he laughed before grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours once again.

Pulling you along to walk beside him again, he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, "Come on. Let's go on a date."

"A date?" You asked with a startled tone and Jongho looked back at you with soft wide eyes.

"What you don't want to?"

You closed your mouth before opening it again, your tone soft and shy. "No, I mean, yes, I do."

He grinned at you again and squeezed your hand, "Good, then let's go."

You watched his profile for a moment as you walked beside him, he had a soft smile on his face still as you slowly smiled alongside him. The sudden turn of events seemed to change the course of your life, and you were more than happy about it.

xx

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The Mapmaker's Assistant

Pairing: cartographer!Jongho x assistant!reader

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"Leave my establishment at once! Women are not allowed here, don't you see the sign? Oh, my apologies, you must be illiterate."

Anger surged through you as you endured the discriminatory treatment from the owner of the parchment shop. Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself, determined to complete your task without trouble, "In case you haven't heard me the first time, I'm Sir Jongho's assistant, and I'm here for the latest batch of parchment."

The elderly man seemed unfazed, responding with a smirk, "Do you truly think I'm foolish enough to believe a woman could be the great mapmaker's assistant? Show yourself out, or I won't be so kind, lass."

Frustration welled up in your eyes at his condescending words, but you stood your ground. The man scowled, seemingly ready to approach you and teach you a lesson.

Before he could take another step, a familiar and reassuring hand rested on the small of your back, "Is everything alright, my dear? What's taking so long?" Relief washed over you instantly.

The shop owner immediately bowed in respect, stammering, "Sir Jongho, y-you know this young lady?" Your boss nodded, "Indeed, didn't she inform you that she's my assistant?"

Despite Jongho's friendly smile, it was evident that beneath the surface, he was far from calm. There was no doubt he'd overheard the cruel words hurled at you just moments ago.

The elderly man's demeanour quickly shifted, clearly eager to avoid falling out of favour with the cartographer, "Oh, why didn't you say so, my lady? Let me prepare your order now." Your irritation flared at his audacity to act as if he hadn't just verbally abused you.

Unable to contain yourself, you spoke up, "Did I not make that clear? I distinctly remember stating it twice. All you did was insult me repeatedly simply because I'm a woman."

Jongho's smile disappeared, "Is that true?"

The shop owner stuttered, attempting to make up excuses for his behaviour, but your boss' expression only grew darker at the lack of accountability displayed, "No need to explain. If you cannot show respect to women, I'm afraid our business cannot continue. There are plenty of other parchment shops in town, after all."

With one final sarcastic curtsy, you exited the shop, holding your head high, content that justice had been served.

Before departing, Jongho cast one last cold glance at the pathetic shop owner, "Remember this: that woman is not only my assistant, but she is to be my future wife. Disrespect her again, and you might find your shop permanently blacklisted. Do you understand?"

The man nodded shakily, stammering, "Y-yes, sir! You have my word!"

Throughout the remainder of the day, your boss made continuous efforts to make amends for subjecting you to the unpleasant ordeal. You sighed for the hundredth time as he apologised again for sending you to the shop.

Typically, the mapmaker would handle parchment collection himself, but after the two of you had just returned from an expedition to the farthest corner of Wonderland to obtain precise measurements of newly acquired land, there were other pressing tasks at hand. He opted to delegate the errand to you for the first time, only to witness you facing humiliation instead.

Jongho knew better than anyone you were so much stronger than you seemed. After all, it was precisely your unwavering fighting spirit that had secured your role as his assistant. Your keen interest in mapmaking, coupled with your determination to pursue it as a future profession, was what caught his attention.

A few years ago, you crossed his path while picking herbs for your mother during one of his expeditions. He recalled being impressed by your knowledge of cartography. He will never forget how you boldly requested that he teach you more about the craft.

Initially waving you off, he couldn't anticipate the depth of your persistence. You followed him back to his workshop, pleading that he gave you a chance. Jongho eventually relented and allowed you to assist, assuming the demanding nature of the job would deter you. To his surprise, you not only persevered but excelled, proving him wrong with your daily commitment.

In time, he embraced you wholeheartedly, and little did you know, he may or may not have developed feelings for you. The mapmaker had never met anyone who shared the same passion for his work or understood him as profoundly as you did.

As he watched you deep in concentration, working beside him one day, he knew you were the one for him. And he had been waiting for the right moment to let his feelings be known.

Perhaps today would be the day for that.

After witnessing what you had endured, he could no longer remain passive. He felt an overwhelming urge to be the one to defend you, even though he recognised your capability to handle situations independently.

"Jongho, there's no need to apologise. I promise you, I'm fine." You reassured him as you set down the tools you had been arranging. Turning to face him, you found him frowning.

"Yeah, well, I'm not." He retorted.

You scoffed, "This isn't the first time it's happened, and it won't be the last. There's no use dwelling on it. Why are you more affected by this than I am?"

"Because you're precious to me!"

His candid declaration left you momentarily still, wondering if this was a confession. Knowing there was no turning back from here, Jongho reached for your hand, "Listen to me. I won't allow anyone to treat you like that again. You... you're the woman I love, and I want to be the one to protect you, if you'll let me."

With a cheeky smile, you nonchalantly shrugged and squeezed his hand, "Alright, if you insist," You playfully conceded. He chuckled, pulling you closer, "Is that all? Won't you say you love me too?"

His warm touch melted your heart, but you maintained a composed facade. Pretending to ponder, you teased, "Hm, only if you ask nicely," He grinned, obliging, "Will you tell me you love me, please?"

Satisfied, you nodded, "I love you too, Sir Jongho. Now kiss me." He didn't need to be told twice.

From that moment onward, the entire town would remember you not only as the mapmaker's assistant but as his cherished fiancée. Jongho continues to fall deeper in love with you with each passing day, witnessing your ability to inspire girls nationwide to pursue their dreams and defy anyone attempting to dictate their paths.

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First Snow

❄️ pairing: Jongho x gn reader ❄️ au: best friends to lovers ❄️ genre: fluff, romance ❄️ warnings: none ❄️ wc: 585 ❄️ an: was used in a "guess the author event" for a server. I don't post enough Jongho imo so here is just a nice drabble.<3 since it is so short, no taglist

Jongho couldn’t take his mind off what was in the bag. All evening walking around downtown with you, scarf bundled high, hat and gloves doing a poor job keeping the cold from turning his ears and fingers red. He could see yours peeking out, plus the way you kept rubbing at them. That wasn’t enough to convince you to head home for the night, even with his hands full of bags of your things.

The first thing you had picked out you didn't let him go in the store with you. He had asked, over and over again what it was, teasing you about it until you had relented “it’s for the guy I want to confess to.” He’s been in a piss poor mood since, and just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Neither could he voice his frustration, not when you were so in your own world he didn’t want to pop the bubble.

So he stayed out in the cold with you, pouting in his thick jacket like it could protect him from the ice stabbing his chest. Watching you as you watched your surroundings: the Christmas lights and fun shop decorations, slowly making your way to the center of it all where you had been eyeing the large tree decorated there.

Basking in the lights of the tree now, he still couldn’t take his eyes off you, not until the first snow flake entered his line of sight. The first snow.

“Aw, I was hoping it would snow after I confessed… now my whole plan is ruined!” You huffed, stomping your foot playfully before turning to him. “There’s that saying that a couple that shares their first kiss on the first snow will have good luck. I think that was the saying? Anyways I-”

“Can you stop?” 

You blinked in surprise at his outburst, and truthfully Jongho was just as surprised, Until it clicked. He was moody and pouty and upset because you had a crush… and it wasn’t him. He had never been jealous before, not in the years as your best friend, and he didn’t question why it changed. 

“Stop what? Jongho I- hey! Don’t drop my things! There are gifts in-mmh!” He cut you off, bags on the ground as he cupped your face and brought his lips to yours. It was probably, definitely, mean of him to do so, but he did it.

He kissed you during the first snow.

He knew he messed up when you pushed him away, covering your mouth and eyes glossy with emotion. “Doesn’t this mean we’ll have good luck if we’re a couple?” He tried to play it off nonchalantly, his ears red for a different reason now as he hid most of his face in the neck of his scarf and jacket.

You rolled your eyes, huffed, and then held up the bag that he had been eyeing. “No point in confessing now. Here, this was for you big dummy.” You were just as red as him, but Jongho no longer cared about the bag; just that it was for him. “Well take it.”

He smiled, big and wide, his signature gummy smile as he stepped closer again. “If we can retry that kiss and do it right?”

It didn’t matter when he had fallen for you, it was all he could think about in the moment. When you nodded your head, shyly leaning in, he thought this was better than whatever was in the bag. He now had you.

[323cutie]

hi love :( hope ur day gets better

whenever i feel horrible i think about any member hugging me from behind and just pressing into them ? leaning against them ? just letting them hold me up ? idk how to say it. them softly peppering kisses across my face as i cry or running their hands up and down my arms. im the type to need physical affection when im sad, so my thoughts usually go to San, yeosang, or jongho first hehe

hi darlin !!! ima go with jongho for this one ive been feeling a typa way about him recently...

i think jongho is sooo just like, emotional and physical pillar. so strong and patient and lovely. i think it'd be easy to calm down with him -- even if you were so worked up and upset over something, in no time he'd have you taking deep breaths and talking thru it.

letting you rest all of your weight on him and wrapping you up in his arms, swaying from side to side. pressing kisses into your hair, the back of your neck, your shoulder, reaching around to kiss the side of your face and your temples. he'll never push you to talk about things when you don't want to, but he's patient and willing and offers a nudge here and there just so you're not holding anything in.

just so kind and thoughtful. he'd probably try to make you laugh once you calmed down a little -- sharing giggles thru sniffles until you barely remember what was bothering you in the first place, safe and secure in jongho's arms <3

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0.1K MILESTONE EVENT ⟢ CLOSED fem!reader , afab!reader , smut , cw : dom!jongho, sub!reader, dirty talk, fingering, tiny bit of pussy slapping ahahaha , wc : 0.8K , @ssaboala anne look what you made me do aRGHSDK he's so hdkjdfskdjf mmmmm MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

your new pajama shorts are nothing special, just a loose pair in a color you like that’s perfect for the hot summer weather. the cotton fabric is comfy, so much so that you’ve gotten used to wearing them around the house with no underwear on. to be frank, you know they show the bottom of your ass each time you bend down, but you hadn’t been expecting them to draw so much attention from jongho.

what you fail to realize is that sitting in the corner of the couch, legs spread apart, one on the cushions and the other leaning against the armrest, meant that he, sitting on the floor in front of you, has a clear view of almost your whole bare pussy.

“you’re not wearing any underwear,” he states, as if it’s the most normal thing one could say.

immediately, you feel your face flush with heat, completely flustered by his matter-of-fact statement. you suppose it is a fact though, as you look down and realize the fabric was doing nothing to cover up your pussy, nor your apparant lack of panties. frantically, you pull your hands down to your core, trying to cover it, then promptly abandoning that plan in favor of just closing your legs.

but he’s faster than you, shooting up from his spot on the floor to kneel right in front of you and hold your legs apart with his strong grip.

“jongho!” you protest.

he looks up at you, a sly smile pulling at his lips. “there’s no use in covering up now, is there, love?”

“i– well,” you stammer, unable to come up with a good reason quickly enough for him.

“you can’t just have your bare cunt hanging out like that and expect me to do nothing about it.”

“fuck.” your voice is breathless from his words.

“yeah? you’re gonna let me fuck you with my fingers?’

“yes,” you whine out, ever conscious of his strong hold on your legs, willing helplessly for his hands to move further down.

“then keep your legs open for me,” he commands, letting one hand slide down and pull the slim fabric of your shorts aside. you feel a little self conscious, the way he just stares at your cunt, almost as if he’s examining it. he prods two fingers at your entrance, pulling your lips apart slightly and feeling around. you suck in a sharp breath at his movements. “already getting wet for me?” he observes.

you nod mutely, pushing your head back into the couch cushion behind you.

“want you to watch.” his voice is firm, in the way you can hear how sure of himself he is. he knows exactly what he wants and you know better than to not give him exactly that. so you tilt your head back down and force your eyes not to flutter closed when he pushes his middle finger into your heat. you let out a small whine when he begins to move it inside you, his strength evident even in just his one finger. he works you open efficiently, knowing you and your body all too well. he presses firm, surprisingly sweet kisses to the inside of your thigh, then rips away your building pleasure by taking his finger out from you and tugging you so that your legs hang over the couch and he can nestle himself right in between them.

before you can beg him to put his fingers back in your pussy, he pushes two inside, pulling a groan from you instead. he pushes his digits in and out, gaze transfixed by the slick that quickly builds, then leaks out and down to your asshole. he loves the way your arousal collects on his fingers, causing dirty, wet sounds to escape into the open air and mingle with your moans.

“more, please,” you beg, desperate now for him to make you cum. all he’s doing is pumping his fingers in and out, giving no attention to your g-spot, only immersed by the filthy sight.

“be patient,” is all he says, intent on taking what he wants, and making you let him. he’s too slow, and it has you in shambles. your hips buck up, looking for more despite his command. “stay still,” he growls, gripping your upper thigh tightly with his free hand.

he breaks the intense gaze he held on your pussy in order to look you sternly in the eye. “if you let me do whatever i want with your pussy, i’ll let you cum. but you have to be a good girl for me, or i give you nothing. understood?”

you nod desperately, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration, only to have to have them shoot back open at the strong slap he lands on your pussy.

“and keep your eyes down here.”