#keeho scenarios

[xzinbdg]

Can I request a p1h text reaction of them asking reader who has a crush on them out on a date and to be their valentine

hello!!! thank you for your ask!! and sorry for the wait but I wanted to do this on valentines to set the mood 🥹🥹🥹 I hope you'll like it! have a nice day/night and once again happy valentines! byebye 💕💕

p1harmony and valentines!

pairing: p1h x reader

p1harmony masterlist // main masterlist

[ourdadai]

keeho ( p1harmony ) lockscreens

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

“Morning, baby"

summery: a short keeho fic about the morning after sleeping together. Centered around his deep voice that he apparently has lol cause I didn’t know about it

warnings/info: suggestive, talking about “the night before” where keeho and reader had sex, gn! Reader, mentions of keehos fingers inside of reader (not specified where lol), it’s basically all centered around keehos deep voice @jasminexox5 sent a clip of to me a little bit ago, kissing, LOTS of kissing, hastily edited

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You rolled over, the comforter slipping down from your shoulders in the process and your eyes fluttering open. You were just in your underwear and a tee shirt, having hastily grabbed the first from the floor next to his bed the night before.

The night before... yes, the night where you both came undone around each other, wrapped in each other. Your hand unconsciously came up to your neck. The part he marked up and kissed the night before. God, his kisses. On your neck, on your stomach, on your thighs. Soft and wet, making you writhe in your place and grip the pillow he gave you for the night

His fingers is what you can't get out of your head next, seeing them next to his head as he lays there looking like an angel. A large contrast to last night when he had them curled and pumping in and out of you. That was one of the many times last night he had you begging for more of him. Those fucking fingers, you mentally scoffed.

At that time you wanted noting more than to have them in your mouth again, sucking on them as a show-- a precursor if you will, to what you wanted to do to him again. Just like last night. Making one beg for the other was each of your kryptonite. Having him where he struggles to keep his hands to himself made you want to remake last night all over again. This time with the morning light streaming in from the cracks in his curtains that made his face have that beautiful glow you loved to see so much.

that was another thing: the beautiful feature that rested perfectly in the middle of his sleeping face. His nose, to you, could not be described by means of words alone. It perfectly captures every word describing something beautiful you could think of. Sat perched tall and proud on his face, like it knew of its worth. You told Keeho a lot about how you thought his nose was so pretty, too. It seemed like you could never stop. Others might think you were overreacting. It was just a nose, right? But once you found another thing about him that made you feel all sorts of ways-- your stomach jumping with the overwhelming need for him to bring you to orgasm, the warm feeling it gave you when he pressed it into your neck while hugging you, the list could go on. But that was something worth rambling about, right?

you You sighed contently. You knew you'd have to wake him up soon. The both of you would have to get your days started sooner or later. But, as always, it seemed like he read your mind before you got the chance to say what you were thinking. His eyes blink open a few times, mimicking you a few moments ago. Or maybe it was an hour ago. Who really cared? He sparked a lot of thoughts, and all his face made you wanna do was look at it some more. You could spare a few more minutes searching and memorizing how his knuckles curved or how his pretty nose twitched in his sleep. In fact, you were sure if your boss knew what he looked like he'd let you off the hook for being late because you spent too much time taking him in and basking in his presence. That was, if you were late. Which could have very well happened if the man didn't open his eyes so soon.

You smiled as he blinked sunlight and sleep out of his eyes, your thoughts of how good he made you feel the night before dissipating from your head entirely and replaced with thoughts of him, him, him. A smirk graced his facial features as he realized you staring at him. "Morning, baby." He said, his voice surprising you. You'd heard it time and time again before, but its contrast to how he usually speaks will never fail to surprise you. It was deep and darker in tone, thicker. resembling dense wood

Well, now you were really definitely wide awake. It seamed to enchant you, flashing images of him in your mind like bright lights. You've thought about him in many ways, but not because of this. He seemed to noticed. Not clearing his throat when he said, "What? you seem a little off. Did you sleep ok?" You nodded, not really trusting yourself to speak, not knowing if you wanted to respond or not. You didn't even want to think of what him talking in that voice again would do to you. You smiled to yourself at your boyfriends antics.

He leans forward, nuzzling his nose into your exposed neck, huffing out a puff of air there. His fingers commence a shiver-up-the-spine-causing dance across your shoulders, rubbing them gently. You sigh into his hair, relaxing again, thinking that maybe he'd just get up. Thinking that maybe, just maybe you were out of the woods that was his thick as tree canopies voice. "Does that feel good, baby?" Keeho asked. That fucker. He knew exaclty what he was doing. You could see it in his eyes. In the way his lips curved up in a way that made your head spin even more.

“hm? You alright? You seem nervous?” He asked, “am I going too hard?” You shook your head. Another wordless answer as his fingertips dancing long your skin, making your hairs raise, and voice thick as slow dripping molasses makes your head spin. "Words, please." He chuckles. And although it's a simple request, thats when you cannot possibly take any more of it. Of him being so fucking-- You don't even know. Was it agrivating you? Or was it simply only turning you on too much then you'd ever thought a voice and a shoulder massage would.

You deemed it to be a mixture of both. Whatever it was, you didn't care. You flip your body around to the man behind you, causing his nimble fingers that you craved to fall off your shoulders and drop to your sides. Not exactly where you wanted them right now, but it'll have to do. They were pretty close to it anyways. Although he smiles, he still seems surprised-- confused, even, by your actions.

"Whoa, baby. What're you--" You could only provide him with a a simple, two word answer. One whispered so quietly even the sun peaking in from between your curtains would've have heard it. Not the extra blanket that had been kicked onto the floor while the both of you were sleeping, not his tee-shirt thrown off in a haste the evening before and then long forgotten. Noting and Nobody. "Want you." You breathed against his lips before diving in. "Now." You pulled apart with a whine, not wanting to leave that beautiful soft feeling of his lips. "That can be aranged." He smiled. Then pulled you against him as he laid down on the sheets, causing you to land on top of him. You sighed contently, feeling that the plushness of his lips swallowing yours whole in a needy kiss as his hands started to roam your body.

End ~~~~~~~~~~~

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©️2023copywrightforshutupheathersorryheathr

[dejalix]

Campus Heartthrob

Keeho x BlackFem!Reader

"How does it feel to have the prettiest girlfriend on campus?"

sigh i've been gone for months 😕💔 i'm sorry

Saying everyone wanted Y/n was an understatement. She was what every girl dreamed of being and who every guy dreamed of being with. She was the "it" girl on campus. She could've picked from the multitude of people ready to fall at her feet, but instead she went for the guy who didn't pay her any attention. Yoon Keeho.

He was a heartthrob in his own, but he never seemed to pay Y/n any mind. Well thats what it looked like. Though it wasn't the case, she had that boy hooked. He watched her every move and he knew she was in love with him but chose to ignore her.

A game of cat and mouse that would switch on occasion. A game which came to an end when Y/n finally put her pride to the side and asked him out.

And thats where the relationship started. The new power couple on campus. Always together, never apart. Ignoring the masses of people who waited in line for the two to break up.

They all waited on the day for the two to call it quits, but lucky for them and unlucky for everyone else. They never did. It was a match made i heaven for anyone who would believe it.

[snwusberry]

pairing: keeho x gn!reader

genre: i guess you could say fluff

warning(s): food

note: this doesn't fall part of "random texts" since the whole thing is just one conversation but i remembered i saw a couple of tiktoks of people who did this so i decided to write it so full credit to the owner of the original idea.

had to fix an error. sorry guys

[lattenha]

complicated — Y. KEEHO

the notorious, walking red flag on campus just can’t leave you alone. what happens when shit gets complicated? ft. implied-fwb!keeho x afab!reader

a/n: please ignore the timestamps! (cant get rid of them ><)

[wontune]

♡ ⠀ ⠀ keeho ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ ⠀ lockscreenㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( p1harmony )

[stephenyoonkeeholdup]

🔞 clip it & ship it MDNI

inspired by: x x x x

pairing: Keeho ➞ fem!bodied reader

content warnings: masturbation (featuring the use of a certain toy), [LOTS of] dirty talk (I’m gonna end up hitting a record in the number of ellipses (…) I use 👀) there will likely be hella grammatical inaccuracies, and I'm trying so hard not to give a fuck.

POV: Keeho sends a special video message… after you sent him a very special picture!

“I woke up hard as fuck… thinking about… fucking you…” Keeho groans, sqeezing his hardened shaft while his wrist glides up and down his length in between everything he says. Dark, hooded eyes take a quick glance up at his phone gripping his other hand, making sure the camera app is recording what he wants it to.

“Then…” Keeho licks his lips before continuing, “you send me that pretty pussy that I love and miss so much… fuck…” He rolls his eyes behind his eyelids, simultaneously rolling his hips upward meditating on the half-naked photo you spontaneously sent him just moments prior.

“I wanna kiss you… wanna taste you… I want my fingers inside so bad…” Both you and him know how much it drives you wild whenever his fingers are even on you, let alone inside you. And to be fair, it does something to him too, hearing those pleasurable sounds escape from between your lips. The mere thought of it – as well as the absence of it at this very moment – causes him to subconsciously recreate some of those same moans himself.

He curses into the air several times before his attention returns to the device that’s been capturing his every move. “You see how hard I am, baby..? F-fuck – you see what you fucking do to me?” Keeho’s pitch rises with just about every word uttered, and surprisingly for him, his dick gradually does the same damn thing, and with precum for added effect!

“This dick wants to fuck… into you so deep… and hard…” Keeho begins to thrust up into his hand, matching the pace with the breathy delivery of his words. “Damn it. Want you… Need that pussy around me, baby…”

“This is not gonna be enough, shit!” He spits out before sitting up in his bed. Opting to put the phone down, he quickly gets up to retrieve the only thing he consistently uses other than his hands whenever you're not around – his fleshlight.

“Fuck, there it is," Keeho proclaims before he's back on the bed, repositioning the angle of his recording. He spits on his hand, resuming its position on his dick to lubricate it. He blindly runs his middle finger along a vein that's made its focused appearance onto the video. His thumb then brushes against his balls, and the rapid set of whimpers that escape startle him. A few moments are spent with his entire hand groping his nutsack, causing him to begin grinding into the air.

Keeho managed to gain some clarity on his surroundings, grabbing the pocket pussy in a slightly hurried state. The air he was humping was quickly replaced with the toy sucking in his member with terrible ease. “This feels so fucking good… Not near as good as you, though… Definitely not as warm… or wet… Oh fuck…” He immediately pushes the toy up and down his now leaking cock harder and faster for more friction.

“I wish you were here, babygirl… grinding and bouncing that tight, juicy cunt on me, oh god… Fuck, I miss you so fucking much!” His hips thrust upward a bit aggressively as he grunted out the end of that confession, and he’s not sure how much more he can take of this before he releases.

He takes the quickest of pauses to raise his shirt up past his chest, the hem captured by his teeth before proceeding his fucking into the fleshlight. On camera, the sight of his glistening, golden skin and his nipples that appear to be almost as hard as his throbbing, slicked dick even turns Keeho on.

After several deep, muffled moans leave his mouth, he lets go of his shirt completely, his pecs keeping it up and out of the way. “Babygirl… I’m so close… Yeah… I’m gonna cum… Do you think you can cum with me, baby?”

Something about the fact that he can only imagine what this particularly pleasing sight of him this close to his climax could be doing to you and your wellbeing absolutely fucks him up. The way you could be dangerously within striking distance of that knot in your stomach bursting urges Keeho on immensely. Since he was your muse, he desperately wants to be yours in this moment.

“Please, cum… Yes, baby; cum for me while I nut in this… fucking… pussy… Oh my god, yeah babe… Yeah… fuck!!” Your name being ejaculated as he shot off into his fleshlight, soiling the toy like it was your hole personally.

Keeho let the moment linger for a while, eyes shut the entire time his orgasm washed over him. He was still breathing heavy when his eyes did open, the toy hole having long since neglecting him – unlike your penetrable wetness probably. He picks it up and gives it a look before angling it – and the mess he made on it – toward his phone.

"You see this shit, angel? You got me losing my fucking mind. This," he tilts the phone downward, showcasing the wet spots on his thighs and bed sheets, "is what you do to me."

[jongseonvs]

texts w/ bf! keeho ft. piwon/ brother! theo (reader is fm)

warnings: none!!

- key -

lover - keeho

theyoh - theo

souleater - soul

Morelos - a fake restaurant name that i came up w LOL

October 5 at 10:35 pm

lover: hey did i leave my jacket at your house

me : umm no, you put it in your bag before u left

lover: oh so we’re lying now ☺️?

me : 😭😭 you literally folded it and put it up, i think i would know

lover: my bag isn’t a luggage ….. stop gaslighting

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October 7 at 2:35 pm

lover: do you wanna go shopping

me: duhh pull up ho

lover: okay I’m outside hurry

me: why didn’t you tell me you were already here, i have 2 get ready 😭!

lover: why do you have to get ready it’s just the mall

me: exactly??? what if evan peters or zendaya is there

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{ lover , intak, +4 others }

October 10

intak: LMAO IKR…

Today at 12:55 pm

lover : some girl gave me a free t-shirt for her business promotion at the mall who wants it

intak: send pic

theyoh: who would do that for promotions

theyoh: if that was me, you’d be PAYING me to wear MY shii 🤣

you : literally shut up theo

soul eater: 😲

jongseob : oh my 😀😀

theyoh: girl no one’s talking to you why are you even in this gc

jiung: cs she’s keehos gf

theyoh: ok??? she’s my sister before his gf and i say kick her out who’s with me!!? ✊

lover has removed theyoh

jiung: LNFAOOOOAO

you : 😭😭😭

jongseob: brooo 😭

soul eater: “ψ (｀∇´) ψ

lover: LOL! 😆

intak: …..

intak: soooo are u gonna send the shirt pic????

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lover: what are you wearing for pink out day at the studio

me: idk….maybe….something….. pink!

lover: 😐

lover: send me a pic before you leave, i want us to match

me: ohhh why didn’t you just say that silly 😝

lover: shut the hell up.

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lover: let’s go out tonight

lover: i want to dance with you

me: aww where attt

lover: it’s a surprise!!

me: if its at morelos…..im not going.

lover: ……

lover: what’s wrong w morelos??!?!

me: all the waiters hit on you and give you their numbers

me: and pretend as if your beautiful amazing girlfriend isn’t next to you

lover: umm yeah i know you’re amazing and beautiful that’s why i purposely give their numbers to random people in the restaurant🤭

me: YOU WHAT

me: STEPH 😭😭😭😭

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[a/n] this is my first time writing something like this so let me know what you guys think!! ty for reading! <33 feedback is always appreciated and I love reading your comments!

[keeholover]

My wish is you!

• Yoon Keeho

avisos: um smutzinho pequeno em comemoração ao aniversário do meu mozao! Contém boquete, uso de "boneca, bebê e princesinha" kyo manhosinho e acho que só..

contagem de palavras: não contei mas tá pequeno.

Notas do autor: saudade de escrever com ele, feliz aniversário amorzão eu te amo!!

O peito subia e descia rapidamente, a mão grande ia de encontro aos seus cabelos e os puxava vez em quando, Yoon gemia baixinho e chamava por você quase em um sussurro enquanto você o proporcionava a melhor noite de aniversário possível. Após uma pequena festa com alguns amigos próximos ali estavam vocês dois, no quarto com a luz baixa e alguma música do the weekend que tocava baixinho no fundo, haviam começado apenas com uma seção de beijos e carícias, mas como sempre não ficariam somente nisso, tudo se intensificou e agora você se encontra dando prazer para o namorado.

- 'porra boneca.. você é tão perfeita pra mim.. você é a melhor, a mais perfeita!

Acariciava as coxas nuas do mais velho enquanto a boca trabalhava indo e vindo lentamente no falo grosso, vez ou outra ia tão fundo que acabava engasgando, mas sabia que keeho adorava quando você ia fundo assim, quando as lágrimas escorrem pelo seu rostinho e você o tira pra fora da boca tossindo e depois volta repetindo o ato. O masturba com as mãos macias, subindo e descendo, bombeando o pau enquanto a boca se ocupa com as bolas cheias.

- continua por favor princesinha, tá tão bom..

- qual foi o seu pedido hoje, amor?

- é claro que foi você, você é o meu pedido sempre princesa!

- você tem direito a mais um pedido hoje, meu amor.. pode pedir!

- qualquer coisa?

- qualquer coisa!

- eu quero você, quero comer você hoje e te usar do jeitinho que eu quiser, você deixa bebê?

Yoon acaricia sua bochecha enquanto você sorri e acena a cabeça dizendo que sim. Volta a masturba-lo e a chupar com mais afinco, afim de fazê-lo gozar. E assim é feito, keeho se desmancha em sua boca e como uma boa garotinha, a garotinha dele, você engole tudinho. Passa o dedo pelos lábios os limpando e o olha com os olhinhos pidões, borrados de maquiagem.

- você fica tão linda assim, toda acabadinha.. 'porra eu amo você!

Te puxa para cima dele e começa a te beijar, as mãos do maior apertam sua bunda com força e os lábios carnudos agora passam a maltratar seu pescoço, com mordidas, chupões e beijinhos molhados.

- posso realizar meu desejo agora, boneca?

- por favor, kyo..

Sorri travesso para você e te deita sobre a cama, começa a tirar toda sua roupa e depositar beijos molhados por todo seu corpinho, ele amava te ter toda entregue a ele, e agora vai tê-la para usar como uma bonequinha, a bonequinha do kyo, a bonequinha dele.

[restlessmaknae]

love roulette | p1h hyung line

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 Are you ready for the love roulette? Spin it & see it!

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x p1h hyung line

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol, a dude who doesn't understand no

♦️ Word count: overall 9.9k (each boy's own story is around 2.5k)

♦️ A/N: This series is like a 'choose your own ending' kind of series that starts out with a general setting, but you can decide which boy's story you would like to read further as each boy has their own seperate ending.

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul

🎲 READ FURTHER TO START THE GAME

You knew that this was a bad idea.

You knew the moment your friend slash roommate said that it would be a nice little university party. University parties were neither nice, nor little. Not that you had ever been to one. It's just what you had heard of. Someone always overestimated their drinking capabilities, girls were frequently hit on by rude guys who didn't understand no, and wild stories were going around campus even weeks after the little gatherings.

However, Gaeul's boyfriend, Intak, would be performing with his band at this music venue that was somewhere between a club and a bar. She didn't really beg you to come with her, but she also didn't want to go alone because a douchebag had tried to hit on her last time, and almost ganged up on her with his friends. If it hadn't been for Intak showing up right then, things might have gotten out of hand. So after that experience, you willed yourself to accompany her, at least until her boyfriend's band would finish, and you could go back to the dorms. That was the plan, at least. However, just like with everything at university parties, this didn't work out quite like you had imagined.

Not that the band was bad or anything. In fact, they were pretty good. At least, according to your standards, they were. You didn't really know a lot about music theory, but they were said to be a punk-rock band, and you had your punk-rock phase once.

"They don't really like to identify themselves as only one genre. Just like their name, Evergreen, they are trying out all genres that are well-loved by the people. Punk-rock, pop rock, British pop and so on," Gaeul had explained to you after you had arrived at the venue, and you had been standing by the stage, waiting for the band to start. She had sounded like their manager or PR person or something. She liked to pride herself in the fact that she had done their logo and helped out with their social media sites, so it was no wonder she was so up-to-date with such stuff.

The problem wasn't with them. What's more, standing so close to the stage meant that you had a good enough view of them. Intak was the bassist and rapper, Jiung was the guitarist and vocalist, Hyunsuk was on the drums and Doyum was on the synthesiser. Your eyes kept going back to Jiung with his fluffy, chestnut-brown hair, cute dimples that popped off whenever he was smiling (and he was smiling a lot!), velvety voice that seriously touched your heart when they played a ballad song, and his shy interactions with the audience. At one point, you felt like he was looking at you, right at you. They were singing a song called Lovestruck which was about a boy confessing to a girl that caught his eyes, but he was afraid to approach her as he had never done anything like this before. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, you told yourself, but matched with the lyrics, it felt oddly... fluttering?

Either way, when the band took a break, and Gaeul went backstage to meet up with Intak, you told her that you would go and get some drinks. There was a bit of a queue for the drinks, and you didn't want anything strong either way (one of the reasons you didn't go to parties was that you didn't necessarily indulge in alcoholic drinks).

No wonder the bartender looked a bit bewildered when you asked if they had plain water.

"Uhmm... I mean, yeah, we do have. But if you're bored of plain water, we have some non-alcoholic drinks, too. Not that I want you to have them, but you know, if you're here, it would be a shame to miss out on my very own Winter Wonderland cocktail," the bartender chattered gleefully, and he leaned closer on the counter as if he was telling you a secret when he continued. "Don't tell anyone, but I just call it the Elsa cocktail in my head," he admitted, donning a boyish grin, and you couldn't help but follow suit, your lips curling into a genuine smile.

"Okay, I guess I have to try that Elsa cocktail."

"Sshh, I've told you it's a secret name," the boy shushed you, but there was mischief in his eyes and childish excitement in his smile, so you knew that he was joking.

"What is in it though?" You asked before you would say your final call. You could only guess that the cocktail had such a name because it was white and maybe blue, too.

"Oh, there's some curaçao for the blue, and it also has elderflower syrup, sparkling water, some mint extract and coconut flakes.”

"Oh, okay, that sounds intriguing,” you noted, quite impressed that someone came up with the combination of these ingredients. While you were waiting for your cocktail to be ready, the chatty bartender introduced himself as Keeho, and shared with you how he had come up with the said cocktail himself. He and his friends had this chill sleepover at some campsite after their first semester where there was this do-it-yourself bar, and that's where he had made his Elsa cocktail for the first time.

"It's a good proof that you can have pretty good things when you least expect it," Keeho concluded after winding up his story and finishing your drink.

"Yeah, I agree," you nodded with a friendly smile, not even expecting to bump into such a fun stranger at this place. Even though Keeho seemed like the jokester type, he took his job seriously, and you saw it in the way he was ever so precise with his measurements. However, he couldn't miss the opportunity to do a little shake dance when he was mixing the ingredients in his cocktail shaker.

When you tried the drink, you were pleasantly surprised. It was a bit sour, a bit sweet, but it had such a nice aftertaste, you actually really enjoyed it. Even the blue stuff didn't throw off the balance.

"It's really good," you smiled at the bartender genuinely. He did a little courtesy, then laughed it off, telling you that he was glad to see you enjoying the drink, especially after your plain water request.

You did actually start feeling yourself at this point, but you knew that the break for the band was about to end and there was already a queue behind you too, so you paid and thanked the bartender for your drink. After manoeuvring between sweaty bodies for quite a while, you managed to get back to Gaeul.

"What's that? It looks super cool," your friend immediately beamed at the sight of your cocktail, and you shared both your drink and your funny encounter with the bartender with the girl. She got so pumped up that she asked you to remind her of ordering one for herself once the concert would be over.

As you looked at your watch, you noticed that you still had a bit of time until the break would be over, so you asked Gaeul to hold your cocktail for you because you needed to head to the restroom. There was a bit of a queue, but you managed to finish just in time for the first song. Or you thought so...

"Hey, honey. Are you lost?" A random guy by the wall asked as you were craning your neck to see above the heads of people around, to see if Gaeul was still around the same area of the dance floor or she moved closer. Given that your best friend was quite small (she would behead you if you said that she was adorably petite), you didn't have too much luck this way.

"No," you shook your head confidently, hoping that the guy would get the message. However, instead of doing so, he grabbed your wrist and made you turn towards him.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm heading towards my friend, so if you excuse me..." You tried your best to stay composed, but the guy's grip didn't loosen around your wrist, and the noise around you with the band starting on their song heightened, so it was more difficult to gain anyone's attention around you.

You tried to yank your arm away from the stranger, but to no avail. You had all kinds of thoughts going through your head, one more frantic than the other. Should you scream for help despite the loud music around? Should you kick him? Should you bite his arm?

However, in the next second, a tall, similarly unfamiliar boy with clearly dyed, slightly longer burgundy hair stood by you, and peeled the other guy's fingers off your wrist. It was in such a swift moment that you didn’t even have time to think or to protest. Not that you would have protested, to be honest.

"Who the hell are you?" The first guy hollered, quite frustrated, but the burgundy-haired one stayed calm.

"I'm the friend she was heading towards, so if you don't want me to file a complaint for harassment, I advise you to leave," he suggested with a semi-warning tone, but before the other could speak up, he continued. "There are CCTVs operating in here, and you can bet that anyone seeing her clearly wanting to break free from your grip would take her side."

Despite the fact that he wasn’t the friend you had been referring to, his tone was so firm that it didn’t leave room for any doubt. You didn’t even know if there were CCTVs around, but given his unwavering confidence, you wouldn’t have dared to go against his words. Neither did the rude guy, it seemed, as he backed off without apologising, but at least, he was out of sight in the next minute. Your shoulders immediately easened, and you let out a long, long sigh that you had been suppressing so far.

You turned towards the stranger with the chin-length, burgundy hair. Under the neon lights of the club, and with the catchy beats of the love song that was blasting through the speakers as the background music, he seemed like a dream. A dream that came suddenly and a dream that would go away all too soon, slipping through your fingers before you could hold onto reality.

“Are you okay?” He exclaimed over the music around, and despite the stern edge to his voice from earlier, his voice was gentle this time. He also had surprisingly soft features when he didn’t throw daggers with his almond-shaped eyes and when his lips weren’t pressed into a thin line.

“Yes. Thank you so much. For both the question and for helping me out,” you justified after clearing your throat, looking up at him expectantly. You didn’t know why you just stood there still, but your body wouldn’t budge, and due to the loud music around, you needed to be close to each other to understand what the other was saying, so you should have felt a bit nervous so close to someone like him.

Yet, you weren’t nervous.

“It was nothing. Guys like him need to learn a lesson,” he huffed, semi-annoyed, and your heart did a little somersault. It was silly, you knew that all too well. He probably said so out of courtesy, but still, the fact that he had been willing to step in and help you out meant a lot to you. “Are you actually with a friend or alone?”

“Oh, I’m here with my best friend for real. She’s probably close to the stage because her boyfriend is playing in the band that’s on, I’ve just gone to the restroom, and I bumped into this guy when I came out,” you answered him, probably unnecessarily long-winded, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he bobbed his head rather seriously, looking around for a moment before his eyes settled on you again.

“I’ll help you find your friend. It’s best if we go together after this. The crowd is also pretty tight closer to the stage,” he offered nonchalantly, and if it hadn’t been for him helping out before, you might have thought that he had ulterior motives. Given the circumstances though, you merely nodded, and made your way to Gaeul while squeezing yourself between sweaty bodies and checking over your shoulder every once in a while to see if the boy was still following you.

When you arrived beside Gaeul, she was so into the current song that she barely realised you were there, so you tapped her shoulder to gain her attention.

“Oh hey, you’re back!” She shouted over the music, and gave you a wide, dazzling smile. Happiness indeed looked good on her, you thought, as you smiled back.

When Gaeul’s chocolate-brown eyes darted from you to the boy beside you who just looked back at her, probably noting the fact that she was the friend you had been referring to without saying anything, you felt like the beat pulsating through the room and sending waves under your feet was in stark comparison to the atmosphere that fell upon the three of you.

The thought crossed your mind that the stranger would definitely leave because he was done with what he had offered to do, so he probably had no reason to stay, and it was awkward either way. You meant you showing up with a total stranger, and coming up to Gaeul as if you had known each other. Yeah, it was for the better if he left…

“Oh hi, I’m Gaeul! I’m her friend and dorm roommate,” the bob-haired girl introduced herself, still shouting over the music to get her message across.

“I’m Taeyang,” the burgundy-haired boy replied in an instant, his voice coming out stronger and more hoarse now that he was also raising his voice to be heard. Your friend nodded, then directed a knowing glance in your direction. However, before you could ask what was that for, a roar of applause reverberated through the place as the song came to an end, the band halting to talk a bit about the next song.

If you thought that was it for the unexpected events happening that day, you were in for a surprise. The rest of the night was even more surprising.

🎲 NOW, CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING:

🍀THEO

🍀JIUNG

🍀KEEHO

[ldhluvr]

☆ close to you

pairing: academic rival!keeho x fem!reader

summary: yoon keeho is a menace to society. especially if the definition of society is you (and maybe your math teacher).

other info: this was written for a friend, so the texting style is specifically to fit her texting style. also i think i made it a fem reader? no proper proofreading / editing soz. also ur math teacher is nosy as hell but also i would love having him as my math teacher

Being the first person in a column of students had its perks, because you were the one who got to see every students’ test scores before you passed their papers back. Usually, you were not the type of person to invade someone’s privacy and potentially embarrass them like that, but with Keeho, it was very different.

He was the biggest smartass you knew, and you were quite smart yourself. You just weren’t a dick about it.

But your seating chart gave you the upper hand here — you get to make fun of any idiotic mistakes he makes on his test, and he can’t do the same for you.

You flip through the papers until you find yours, and then his, and you take a long look at his. You hear him groan behind you.

“Just pass back the damn paper. If you’re so curious, I could tell you my grade. You’re holding everyone else up.”

“You’d lie,” you mutter, as you continue reading his test. “Oh, wow, how’d you get number eight wrong?” You reach back and hold out the stack of papers for him to grab.

“If you’d let me see my paper earlier, I might’ve been able to give you an answer.”

“‘Might’ve,’” you mock. You take a look at your own test paper and see you also got number eight wrong. You feel a presence near your shoulder and you realize Keeho’s reading your test from behind you. You flip the paper over as fast as you can before turning around to glare at him.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Just checking if you have the right answer for number eight. Guess you don't.”

“Shut up. At least I know how to solve it now.”

“Who said I didn’t?”

Of course he’s smirking.

You roll your eyes at him and turn back around.

The next day, he taps on your shoulder. You quickly turn around to glare at him but notice he’s rubbing his nose. You look down at your braid that rests on your shoulder. You fight the urge to laugh.

“Did I just hit you with my hair?”

“Most people would say sorry.”

“Clearly, I’m not most people. What do you want?”

He stops rubbing his nose and looks at you, clearly annoyed.

“Can you pass me the notes for 9.3? I couldn’t really get what he was saying.”

“Why would I help you? Ask one of your friends,” you snap.

“I am.”

You freeze. We’re friends now? Since when?

He’s making a (really ugly) pouty face and you feel like throwing up or something.

“Ugh, fine, whatever,” you say, handing him your notebook. “Wait, how the hell am I supposed to take notes now?”

Keeho doesn’t respond, and stares a little above your head instead.

You cringe, having a feeling that you know what’s behind you. You turn around and are met with your math teacher’s grimacing face. You feel like you’re trapped in a Disney Channel movie.

“Hope you had a nice little chat. If you continue it, I’ll give you your very own detention slip!” he exclaims, a fake smile adorning his face. Normally, you loved your teacher’s sarcasm, but this situation has made you realize you don’t love it as much when it’s directed at you.

Both you and Keeho mutter quick apologies to your teacher, and you quickly snatch your notebook back from him.

“As I was saying, with integrals, you have to keep in mind…”

Turns out, Keeho’s stupider than you thought. Even though your teacher essentially said “shut up or you’ll both get detention,” the idiot decides to open his big mouth.

He asks you for the notebook again and your teacher stops in the middle of his lesson, staring at the two of you with his same pained smile. He looks down at his podium and starts scribbling. You groan quietly and try your hardest not to smack Keeho in front of your entire class.

“Since you two love flirting in my class so much, here’s a ticket to a room just for the two of you. And me, of course. Today, after school.”

You open your mouth to object, but you know that’s going to make it worse. Wait, what the hell did he just say?

Whatever. Your mom’s going to kill you.

A couple hours later and it’s finally time for your first detention. If only he’d given you detention tomorrow so you could’ve explained that you didn’t interact with him that second time.

Whatever, it’s probably already on your record already.

Fuck Keeho.

Speaking of the boy, he’s seated in your usual class seat.

You give him a weird look and sit at the desk closest to the door. He gets up from his (read: your) seat and sits at the desk closest to yours.

You roll your eyes. “Just stay away from me. Because your idiotic self couldn’t pay attention in class, I’m stuck in detention. This is on my record because you didn’t take notes like you should’ve.” You pull out your computer from your backpack and decide to do homework.

Your math teacher still hasn’t arrived.

You take a quick glance at Keeho’s face and he looks kind of… hurt. When he realizes you saw him, he hides whatever the expression was with a smirk. “Ouch, that really hurt,” he says in the most sarcastic tone you’ve heard. He moves closer to you. “You know—“

Your teacher walks into the room and raises an eyebrow at the two of you. Keeho immediately moves positions and sits like a normal smartass.

Your teacher starts working at his desk. At the same time, you’re handed a post-it note.

“Excuse me? Also I know the post-it note’s from you dumbass, you don’t need to write your name on it. You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that?” You’ve already spoken before you remember where you are, and at this point, you don’t care.

“Actually, I’m not. From our grades, we’re relatively the same intelligence-wise, so if you’re calling me stupid, you’re calling yourself stupid too.”

“Math grades aren’t everything, dipshit. Also, did you just try to use the ‘I’m not a mirror’ comeback without using the ‘I’m not a mirror’ comeback?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“Hey, guys, I was joking when I said you can flirt in here, you’re supposed to be quiet. So please be. And do work — please do not just text each other or something,” your teacher sighs, running his hand through his hair.

You could’ve sworn he muttered something about “not being paid enough for this.”

Your phone lights up and you’re once again reminded that Yoon Keeho is actually the biggest idiot you know.

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ ok so back to what i was saying

YOU how dumb are you

YOU he literally just said “don’t just text each other” and you’re literally texting me

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ you’re texting back

YOU oh my God how are you in eleventh grade right now

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ same way you are, sweetheart

You almost shriek and then (luckily) remember where you are. You turn to look at Keeho, and he’s already looking at you. Sometimes, it feels like his smirk is glued to his face.

YOU I don’t think we’re close enough for you to call me sweetheart

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i’d disagree with you there

YOU oh?

YOU okay, then tell me. how close are we?

YOU in your opinion, of course

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i’d say about a foot

You roll your eyes and turn off your phone, going back to your work. A couple of minutes later and your phone (finally) lights up with another text.

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ okay fine sorry

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i called you my friend today

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i’d say we’re that close

YOU and friends call each other sweetheart?

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i mean why not?

YOU ugh why are you so difficult all the time

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ okay fine fine

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ hey, wait i never said i called you sweetheart because we’re friends YOU okay so then why'd you call me sweetheart

YOU and please be quick with your answer

YOU I could have gotten the math homework done by now

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i called you sweetheart because i wanted to be closer

YOU closer than a foot?

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ you’re the one being difficult now

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ i wanted to be closer than friends

You set your phone down with a thud. You half-expected his text, but the other half of you feels giddy with surprise seeing the message. This time, when you look at him, he’s not looking at you. In fact, his eyes are trained on his phone screen, and you can see a faint redness in his cheeks.

You tap his shoulder to get his attention. He doesn’t respond. You tap him again. He still doesn’t move an inch. You look back down at the conversation. You squint your eyes at the screen. Wait a second.

YOU wanted?

You look back at him. He finally looks back up at you. The second your eyes meet, he looks back at his phone. The text bubble appears, then disappears.

DO NOT RESPOND ❌❌❌ *want

You try to fight it, but you can’t help but grinning. You pinch him and he yelps, attracting the attention of your teacher. You put on your best goody-two-shoes smile and he looks away.

“You like me?” you whisper. “Hey, Keeho, you in there?” You tap him again. He remains still.

You sit back in your seat.

YOU never thought I’d see the day where Yoon Keeho was rendered speechless

YOU especially by little old me

YOU also Keeho if you’re not gonna let me speak to you, why’d you tell me?

He doesn’t text his response. He, instead, decides to finally look you in the eye.

You look at your teacher and look back at Keeho.

You can’t say it, because it’d be horribly embarrassing for your teacher to hear, so you instead mouth the words.

“I like you too,” a voice rings out, and it’s not your own.

You look at the direction it came from and notice your math teacher grimacing.

“Guys, come on. You’re not subtle; you text kind of loudly. But it’s nice that you guys have sorted out whatever your feelings are. I hope this means you’ll stop interrupting my class with your… conversations.”

You feel like dissolving right then and there. You look at Keeho, and he looks as mortified as you are.

“You know what? You guys are my best students anyway, get out of here and have your teenage fun, I don’t know. I won’t put the detention on your transcripts. I didn’t have the best day today and you kids having your conversation in the middle of one of the harder concepts in the class was kind of the icing on the cake. Sorry for taking it out on you. I’ll give you free As on the next pop quiz. Not like you wouldn’t get them anyway.”

He smiles at you both — a genuine one this time — and waves.

You immediately start packing and head out.

You start walking to the front of the school when a hand tugs you back. You bump into Keeho, who looks down at you with his signature smirk. You turn around to properly face him.

“So…. you like me? At least, that’s what I’ve heard.” He shrugs, a playful look in his eyes.

“This coming from the one who… what was it? Wanted to be close enough to me to call me sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, stepping towards you. “You got it right.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes. “I’d say you’re pretty close. Much closer than a foot.”

He throws his head back and laughs, running a hand through his hair. “You’re so annoying,” he sighs. He leans in, and suddenly, he’s as close as he can possibly be, lips on yours.

[ourdadai]

☆ keeho ( p1harmony ) lockscreens !

[chanis-banani]

hi! i saw you are doing a fluff campaign

i would like something sweet so maybe can i request how keeho would comfort his s/o when they have a bad day?

thank you <3

Yes of course! I'm totally here for some Keeho fluff <3

I decided to go with headcanons, because I feel like they fit this concept the best ~~

Sorry it's a bit short

So since Keeho is always flaunting his great sense of humor, he might crack one or two jokes before he realizes you might not be in the mood

He would give the best hugs tho. Those long type of hugs where he holds you against his chest for a few minutes and strokes your head

Though Keeho is probably a very good person to talk to, if you are really looking for a deep and emotional conversation, you should probably talk to Jiung

Overall I think Keeho is a little bit more pragmatic. You can definitely have a good conversation with him, but he'll mostly look for direct solutions to problems that you might have, rather than focusing mostly on processing feelings

His mission is simple: getting that smile back on your face as soon as possible

After a little while he would carefully try to make some lighthearted jokes again, to see if your mood has improved, and also because humor is a coping mechanism for him

He will also take initiative in finding practical ways to make you feel better. This could be anything: little gifts, acts of service, quality time

He might suddenly jump up and encourage you to take a walk with him because going outside will clear your head. And when you're out anyway, he'll take you to get some coffee and then he'll take you shopping. Of course he insists on paying everything for you

Speaking of love languages, he's careful with physical touch when you feel down. He'll be extra gentle with you - doing things like softly stroking your cheek or hair and he'll use a tissue to wipe away your tears if you're crying

Also he'll give you lots of words of affirmation. Telling you that he loves you, that you're a bad bitch (endearingly) and you'll conquer anything

Also this is unrelated but I suspect that Keeho is the kind of person who takes badass pictures of himself when he feels like shit. You know, like taking a mirror selfie with his tongue out when he's crying or something

[hyunjungjae]

Oioi vidoca 👋🏻 será que vc pode escrever com o Keeho + corruption kink? 🥺

— Keeho + Corruption

Avisos: keeho x reader(fem), fingering, apelidinhos como ‘linda’, ‘gatinha’ e ‘princesa’, corruption k, menção a oral(masc), keeho!softdom

Não era a primeira vez que passavam a noite juntos, aquilo não chegava a ser um costume, mesmo assim o friozinho insistia em surgir na sua barriga...

Agarrados numa conchinha confortável, o de cabelos pretos na parte de fora da conchinha, foram dormir. Keeho chegava a ficar apreensivo com essa aproximação, quer dizer, você era a princesinha inocente dele, a menininha de diamante, jamais ele se perdoaria caso tirasse essa sua pureza toda, te fodendo com o pau dele, o que ele mais amava imaginar, você bobinha pelo pau dele, pedindo mais e mais…

Mal sabia ele qual era o tipo de entretenimento que você consumia algumas — muitas — noites, um pouco antes de dormir...se soubesse, certamente ficaria surpreso ao saber que você sabia de muitas coisas já.

Mesmo assim, era apenas uma pervertida, sua virgindade era algo — ainda — intacto.

O corpo de Keeho atrás do seu te deixava excitada, seu corpo estava quente. Olhou para trás e o garoto parecia estar num bom sono, cochilando serenamente, mas você estava longe disso, sentia-se excitada demais.

"Droga..." você pragueja ao sentir a própria mão descendo até a parte necessitada. Se estimula, choramingando sente-se suja por estar daquela forma.

Baixinho, chama o nome dele, então antes que saísse qualquer som mais alto, afunda a cara no travesseiro macio. "Ah, Keeho...por quê?" sussurra realmente baixo, após sentir a mão dele ir até sua coxa, inconscientemente.

Não percebia, mas seu quadril mexia, algumas vezes dando espasmos rápidos. Keeho não estava num sono tão pesado, por isso acordou ouvindo seus barulhinhos de prazer.

Levantou a cabeça, se deparando com seu estado, se condenava pelo o que estava prestes a fazer, mas ao mesmo tempo não queria ver você sofrendo pelo tesão. Aproveitando a mão já na sua coxa, ele a puxa pra perto do próprio quadril e sussurra no seu ouvido, "Deixa eu cuidar disso princesa..."

Calmamente ele tira sua mão de sua intimidade e a substitui pela dele, afastando o elástico da calcinha e enfiando a mão ali. "Tão necessitada...quando que você descobriu essas coisas impuras?". Se arrepia ao sentir os dedos gelados, entrarem em contato com sua umidade.

Desafundou o rosto do travesseiro, mas seus olhinhos ainda estavam fechados. Seu pontinho ficava mais molhado a cada segundo, sente os dedos escorregarem pra baixo, ameaçando entrar, forçando um pouco apenas a pontinha do dedo, você era realmente como ele sempre imaginou, quentinha e apertada.

"Se quiser rebolar contra meus dedos, você pode gatinha..." ele diz, logo começa a beijar todo o seu pescoço. Enfiou um dedo inteiro e deixou ali até você acostumar, começa a mover e logo enfia um segundo, tudo muito rápido antes mesmo que você pudesse reclamar.

Por pouco você não geme alto, "Olha aqui pra mim, hm" você vira apenas o rosto e abre os olhos, as lágrimas de tesão formadas e algumas escorrendo de seus olhinhos brilhante, seus lábios são colados aos dele.

Rebola contra os dedos dele e sente algo cutucando sua bunda, já ciente do que se tratava, você rebola ali, recebendo um gemido abafado vindo dele. Intensificam o beijo, deixando a língua se misturar e começar um ósculo desejado a tempos entre os dois. A palma da mão de Keeho pressiona seu pontinho inchado, finalmente chega ao seu ápice, tendo que separar o beijo apenas para soltar o ar preso em seus pulmões e chamar algumas vezes pelo nome dele.

Os dedos do Yoon param apenas ao te ver ter seus últimos espasmos, acompanhado de um "Acha que consegue dormir agora anjo?" tira mão de sua intimidade e coloca na sua coxa.

Você com um sorrisinho satisfeito nos lábios e os olhinhos apreciando a beleza de Keeho, balança a cabeça dizendo que 'sim'.

Vira todo seu corpo para o lado dele, ficando de frente, planta um selinho e diz "Antes só preciso fazer uma coisa..." se enfia debaixo do cobertor, chegando até a calça de moletom de Yoon e logo o mesmo joga a cabeça para trás estando satisfeito da escolha que fez de ter te dado uma ajudinha, já que em troca recebia outra agora, não sabia muito bem o que fazia ali, mas só de ser você ali, Keeho se sentia no céu e no inferno ao mesmo tempo.

Pelo jeito, agora os dois teriam uma boa noite de sono...

me perdoa gigio, meu amorzito pela demora da entrega, mas espero que vc tenha gostado!!<3

[lattenha]

hi! can you do a reaction where p1harmony (hyung line or all members whatever you want!) get jealous thank you!! 💟

when he’s jealous — P1HARMONY!hyung line

what are the boys like when they’re jealous? ft. hyung line!p1harmony x gn!reader genre! jealousy, fluff w/c! 1435

a/n: hi anon, thank you so much for requesting this! i hope it’s to your liking, and i’m sorry for the wait. i was a little stumped at first and kept making edits to my writing so this is the result of that :) maknae line will be coming up soon be on the look out for that and enjoy!

keeho

keeho loved having a workout buddy to accompany him especially when it was his significant other. so when you approached him several weeks ago to inform him that you wanted to take your fitness journey more seriously, keeho was more than willing to take you under his wing and guide you through your workouts. in that time, you quickly grew accustomed to gym culture and developed your own routine to follow.

on the days that the two of you were training, you’d show up to the gym in matching fits. everything was domestically cute that would surely have you biting your first if you were single and didn’t have keeho by your side to experience all of this together. nevertheless, everything thus far has helped you to progressively mend your relationship with your body and healthy habits.

it was arm day, for keeho at least. you, on the other hand, were preoccupied with the last set of squats to end another successful leg day. keeho intently watched you in the reflection of the mirror as he maxed out on the reps of bicep curls. his eyes never leaving your form whenever you would sink down into a squat position and pause for a couple of seconds before coming back up. you repeated this action nine more times and each time keeho stared.

when you completed your last rep and placed the bar back on the rack, a stranger was quick to approach you with a sly smile that keeho wanted to slap right off his face. you were startled at first, expecting it to be none other than your boyfriend to give you celebratory butt pats. to your dismay it was some random guy that wasn’t keeho and could never come close in line to your boyfriend even if they tried.

he was nice— to say the least— and complimented your form, thoroughly impressed at the amount of plates that you could squat. you weren’t sure if it was backhanded or coming from a place of genuine, but you could only smile and nod.

when he raised his hand for you to hi-five him you were hesitant to do so, and instead opted to give him a fist bump. forced laughter spilled past your lips.

keeho recognized your uncomfortable demeanor and was quick to set the dumbbells back in their previous spot. with long strides, he approached you from behind and slid his arms around your torso, his chin resting on your shoulder with a deadpan expression. keeho didn’t miss the way the guy’s face fell and a victorious smirk found its way on keeho’s lips when the stranger so easily got the message that you were indeed taken. they left soon after, not without giving you a dry “alright, see ya,” and walking away shamefully. you sighed, relieved that the uncomfortable interaction ended.

keeho’s embrace on you tightened and he briefly squeezed your figure in a possessive manner. he pressed a lazy kiss onto your neck and your breath hitched in your throat. “i just knew that idiot wouldn’t leave you alone unless i did something.” your boyfriend audibly huffed in annoyance and grumbled under his breath. something along the lines of needing to find a more private gym that wasn’t as public as the current one you both frequently visit, because he doesn’t need any more guys developing a gym crush on you.

theo

you see, most professors would assign groups or allow individuals to work by themselves when it comes to projects. not pair people one-on-one. at least that’s what theo thinks. like, c’mon, it’s almost ridiculous.

“it is not,” you rolled your eyes and continued to type on the shared document between you and your partner. the soft tapping of your fingers dancing along the keys overlapping with the other white noises in the small coffee shop.

the two— sorry, three— of you were sharing a table in the corner of a cafe that a lot of other uni students frequented to. you, being one of them. almost all of the employees know you by now that they have your regular order memorized. it’s almost flattering but a little embarrassing given the fact that you’re always here due to school related purposes. today was one of those days. the only difference being out of the ordinary was that you were here to collaborate with your partner for the upcoming deadline of your project. and of course theo was here too for who knows why.

he bumped into you when your last class for the afternoon finished and has since then invited himself into your plans for the remainder of the day.

“sorry that took so long,” a masculine voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up to see hyunsuk carrying both of your drinks. the tallest of the trio slid into the chair next to yours and gently placed your drink near your laptop. you thanked hyunsuk and proceeded to update him about your recent findings on the topic of your assignment.

theo surveyed you from across the table with a sour expression. it was so obvious you were smitten, downbad horrendous, and whipped for this hyunsuk guy. hell, you literally have hearts in your eyes whenever you look at him. he watches intensely at the way hyunsuk leans in close whenever you show him something on your laptop, the way he pats your head and praises you for doing the bare minimum, and how he gives you that look that screams he’s just as interested in you as you are to him.

the scowl on theo’s face deepens and he crosses his arms, grunting under his breath and almost kicking hyunsuk in the shin. (curse his stupid long legs and 6 foot height).

theo weighs out his options: leave so that he no longer has to feel like a thirdwheel, or suck it up for the next two hours and stay to make sure that the flirty tension between you and hyunsuk doesn’t escalate any further. your giggling diverts theo’s attention and the wrinkles etched in his skin intensify even further. this was going to be a long two hours.

jiung

you and jiung shared a lot of mutual friends. reason being that the two of you attended high school together and were associated with the same group of people throughout those four years. there was one person in particular whom you were the closest with, and although much of your other friends may have placed a bet that you would end up dating each other, the outcome was shocking.

you and jiung started dating three months ago, and it was your idea to softlaunch the status of your relationship with him on instagram.

let’s just say, that day the group chat exploded and your notifications could not be put to rest.

jiung is not the type to get jealous easily nor showcase negative emotions around you. not because he doesn’t want to, but because as a virgo man he rather not put it on for display. you’re almost thankful for that part of his nature yet sometimes you wish you could also see the ‘bad’ parts to him.

everyone was gathered in yunjin’s living room after stuffing their faces with homestyle kbbq for dinner. jiung excused himself to use the bathroom and you were left to your own devices to talk with intak. he was showing you another one of his songs he wrote with a friend and you awed at the lyrical composition. by the time jiung finished his business in the bathroom and came back, you were too distracted browsing through intak’s notes of finished and unfinished songs to notice your boyfriend’s presence.

the blonde bit his lip, not wanting to disturb your peace and quietly sat there. five minutes passed and you were still too entranced with intak’s talent for songwriting that jiung decided to do something. he grabbed your hand to hold in his and you perked up at the familiar slim fingers entwining with yours. “hi babe!” you chirped. intak left your side to be the first in line for dessert leaving just you and jiung on the loveseat.

jiung was quiet at first and refused to speak but the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin signaled he was listening to you. you look at him with curiosity and his eyes meet yours. “are you jelly?” you tease, poking his side and he frowns just a little. “no,” jiung grumbles. you hug his arm and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, snuggling closer to his side with a guilty smile.

tl;dr: keeho is the passive-aggressive type when he sees someone try to flirt with you. he’ll usually do some sort of pda that may be slightly out of character for him but his actions are sweet and hard to resist. theo is very much pouty and non-confrontational, he will keep to himself when jealous and tries to endure the torture of you with someone else. jiung is similar to theo but his facial expressions do all the talking for him, he tends to act distant in the face of jealousy but it never lasts long anyways.