Not that Jiwon minds (in fact, he’s ecstatic) but he’s just hoping that you don’t feel the sticky sweatiness of his palm. He holds your hand often but never for this long, and the feeling of your tiny hand enveloped in his larger one makes his heart beat faster.
He always thought himself as a pretty reasonable guy. It never bothered him before when you gushed and fangirled over Kim Woo Bin or another male idol. He was pretty confident and secure in his relationship, even if you hadn’t been dating him for very long. He loved you and trusted that you felt the same. But he wasn’t so sure he was ready for this sudden development.
He watched as you busied yourself in the kitchen, trying to get dinner prepared. He hummed in annoyance at all the posters you recently plastered all over your hallway. He began regretting letting you go to that concert last month. It wasn’t even originally your idea. A friend had dragged you along, you weren’t even a fan of them before.
“There’s more than last time when I was here…” Bobby muttered but you seem to have caught it as you walked up beside him, wiping your hands with a rag cloth. You beamed so brightly as you admired your posters.
so. who broke the coffee machine? i'm not mad, i just wanna know.
i did. i broke it.
no. no you didn't. suhyun?
don't look at me. look at chanhyuk.
what?! i didn't break it.
oh that's weird. how'd you even know it was broken?
because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
no it's not!
if it matters, probably not, but junhoe was the last one to use it.
liar! i don't even drink that crap!
oh really? then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
i use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. everyone knows that, jinhwan!
okay, let's not fight. i broke it. let me pay for it.
no! who broke it?!
sajangnim...bobby has been awfully quiet.
*everyone starts arguing*
i broke it. i burned my hand so i punched it. i predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. good. it was getting a little too chummy around here.
You were a total nerd. Or at least everyone thought you were. That’s just the kind of vibes you gave people. Virgin, mathlete, highest IQ in the class, yeah whatever. But virgin, ha…Far fucking from it.
SO I WENT TO TACO BELL IN HONGDAE AFTER CLUBBING AT LIKE 430 IN THE MORNING
and while I was waiting to order four guys walked up to the counter. they were dressed in all black with those white face mask things on and at first I thought “oh shit they’re gonna rob the store” but then I remembered this is not the US and guns are illegal here
but then one of the guys went up to order and I was there first so I kinda just asserted my spot and ordered
and I got my drink and sat down
and when I looked over at the guys right after they sat down nearby one of them pulled his mask down
and I was like “hey he’s kinda cute. and kinda… familiar…”
so realization set in and I stiffened and waved to my friend and whispered “IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS”
AND IT WAS
FUCKIN KOO JUNHOE
AND A CLOSER LOOK AND MORE PULLED MASKS REVEALED THAT I WAS SITTING 2 TABLES AWAY FROM FUCKING JUNHOE DONGHYUK BI AND BOBBY
I HAD CUT IN FRONT OF THEM IN LINE
LONG STORY SHORT I RAN INTO HALF OF IKON AT TACO BELL AT 430 IN THE MORNING
Imagine how Bobby is trailing his lips on the bare skin of your
chest, right on the valley between your boobs, stopping from time to time, his
teeth sinking in the soft skin, leaving red marks behind. His eyes are focused on the way that you mouth
opens when you feel the wet sensation of his lips sucking at your skin.
“You thought that you are the only one that likes to leave