Love Song

Love Song

To soften the blow of the previous post, here’s a fluffy one-shot guaranteed to make you feel warm in this rainy weather. Well, if you also come from where I am though – ingat tayo, mga kaibigan!

Grab a mug of your preferred hot beverage, and cozy up to this piece inspired by my favorite song from Neo Zone! 

Too bad there’s no GIF for that though, so please enjoy this aesthetically-pleasing one of what you should do right now. 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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POV: 3rd person since this is part of my recent writing before coronavirus made us its prisoners.

Word count: 1,200 + words 

Warning: This is fluffy as hell, and this is a Johnny/Essie piece before they got together. 

Recommended listening: Do I even need to say it? Stream Love Song, you guys! I repeated it over and over until I finished writing this. 

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Who would’ve thought that sharing an umbrella would spark something between two friends?

It was already the rainy season, and Johnny hated it. He didn’t like lugging around an umbrella, which he thought added unnecessary weight to his bag. He’d rather wear a cap instead, but knew that wouldn’t do anything to protect him from even the lightest of rains.

Essie, on the other hand, was alright with it. She was used to constant rains since it was the only other season she had in her home country. She was always equipped with a small umbrella inside her bag, and if the weather forecast reported that there would be heavy rains, she stuffed her parka into it as well.

The two were about to meet for their usual Starbucks hangout, but then it suddenly rained hard. Johnny groaned at how unfortunate this was, frowning at the large droplets that decorated his window.

Oh man, it’s raining. I hate it, he texted Essie, leaning against the wall and looking at the dreary landscape outside his apartment with disdain.

Aw, it’s fine. Just wear your raincoat and bring an umbrella. And don’t forget to waterproof your stuff too, just in case, was her reply a few seconds later, making him groan louder.

This woke up his roommate Mark, who was sleeping on the sofa. “Hey, what’s up, hyung?”

“Hey Mark, it’s raining. Essie and I are supposed to meet at Starbucks today,” Johnny replied, pointing to the window with his thumb.

“No wonder I feel like sleeping some more,” the younger guy mumbled, lying down on the couch again and wrapping himself in the thick blanket by his foot.

“Ugh, this sucks. I can’t stand the rain,” the older guy whispered to no one in particular, staring at his window until the rain started to calm down.

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After a few more text exchanges, Essie decided to pick up Johnny at his apartment. You’re a big guy yet you can’t handle the rain, she messaged him, her annoyance evident in her tone.

Hey, what’s it to you? I really don’t like it, babe. I’m sorry I have to make you do this, but I promise, I’ll return the favor tenfold, he replied, rolling his eyes at how irate she sounded in her message.

Well, have you experienced getting your home flooded? I would get it if you have trauma because of that, but never mind. I’m already on my way, was her last message which he didn’t have anything to say back.

He has read the news that it is common for her home country to get flash floods during the monsoon season, which made him wonder if her house there has indeed been flooded before.

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Essie arrived a few minutes past 2 p.m. and was completely dry (and cozy) in her olive green parka. She gave Johnny a silent wave once he opened the door.  

“Hey, baby,” he pulled her a bit closer to him and kissed the top of her head. “Thanks for doing this. I’ll make it up to you,” he hooked one arm around her waist and closed the small gap between them.

“Uh, thanks,” she mumbled, leaning her cheek against his shoulder. “But we better get a move on. The rain might get stronger soon..” She pried herself off him and took out the umbrella that she stuffed on the exterior pocket of her jacket.

When she opened it, Johnny laughed. “Essie, how will we fit in that?” The girl’s umbrella was good for one person, cramming two would result in one’s shoulders getting drenched.

“That’s why I said you should wear your parka,” she sighed, stepping away from his doorway. “Let’s go, Mr. Suh.”

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Usually, it took them 10 to 15 minutes to walk to the nearest Starbucks. However, since it was raining, it felt like forever.

Essie insisted to be the one to hold the umbrella, despite hitting Johnny’s head numerous times with it. “Baby, please,” he grumbled, “let me hold the freaking umbrella. You know I can definitely cover both our heads with it without injuring the other.”

“This is part of my service to you, sir,” she replied, accidentally hitting his head again with the umbrella. “Sorry about that!” She giggled at the sight of her companion rubbing his head and making faces on how it hurt.

If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t hurt by the times she hit his head repeatedly. He was enjoying every time their shoulders bumped into each other as they walked. He pretended to be hurt initially, but when he didn’t get a reaction from her, he let it slide and watched her intently as she held the umbrella as high as she could without losing her focus on the road.

If one of his shoulders kept hitting hers, the other was soaked. He was glad that he followed her advice and wore his parka. Although he felt cold on the outside because of his damp shoulder, his insides felt warm because of their proximity.

He wanted to slip his free hand into hers and give it a gentle squeeze as a way to show his appreciation. He was able to do so when Essie walked a bit too early for the pedestrian light to go green and was about to be hit by a motorcycle. He pulled her toward him before something bad happened, and both looked at each other in shock.

“Essie, be careful please,” he said softly while squeezing her hand.

“I’m sorry, John,” she replied in the same manner, her hand still in his.

As the pedestrian light went green, the two never let go of the other’s hand. Once they reached the other side, Johnny plucked the umbrella from Essie’s grip and held it. “Now let me, please,” he said, earning the nod of his friend.

They walked in silence toward Starbucks, which was only a few meters away. Both processed what just happened, and to an outsider’s perspective, their cheeks (and ears) were flushed.

Johnny thought that he was starting to like the rain better, minus the part that his best friend and secret crush was about to be hit by a motorcycle. Essie was convinced that sharing umbrellas can be a sweet (and cute) way for people to get together. Not that she’s expecting Johnny to court her soon, but she felt something in the way he held her hand when he pulled her toward him.

She took a glance at him, and he caught her. “Yes, baby?” He asked, flashing him a smile that made her cold heart warm.

“Thanks for, you know, saving me,” she said in a small voice before looking away. She felt her ears were burning at how flustered she was.

“Aw, no problem. You know I’ve always got your back,” his hand that held hers now moved around her waist and pulled her close to him. “And now we’re here.”

Both looked up at the logo of Starbucks above the door, and Essie got the umbrella from his other hand to close it. Johnny opened the door once that was done, and they took refuge in the warmth that their favorite coffee shop had to offer.

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FIN

Resolution

As promised, here’s the next part of my previous post. Although things look like they can wrap up here, it’s only just the beginning for Johnny and Essie. 

Since I don’t write chronologically most of the time, please expect to read snippets before and after their relationship in the coming posts. 

Without further ado, here’s a long read that has a lot of commas and the word ‘really’. Please don’t turn this into a drinking game, okay? Johnny in the GIF will look at you disbelievingly if you do. But then, he might join you just for shits and giggles.

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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Summary: Johnny and Essie continue to be an awkward mess that their other best friend, Kibum, notices this change. He decides to help the two by ‘counseling’ them, and settle their differences – is there any at all? – once and for all. 

POV: 2nd person still. I started writing the bulk of my stories using this perspective before I switched back to 3rd. 

Word count: 2,100 + words 

Genre: Romance, and a teeny weeny bit of angst and hurt that you probably won’t feel it. At all. 

Warning: Mentions of someone smoking, if you’re uncomfortable with characters doing so. And I could use a couple because Lord knows it’s been two months since I’m clean of it. 

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Kibum is such a mom, you thought. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes as he set a huge plate of pasta on the table. He cooked spaghetti with crabmeat sauce, which has edged chicken pesto out as your favorite pasta dish. You couldn’t help but clap your hands in glee as you saw the steam coming out from the plate.

“Well Essie, can you not fawn over the pasta and set the table?” Kibum was annoyed at your dilly-dallying and you immediately got to work by bringing out the fine china.

After all, he was at your apartment with him. The time has come for you to confront your problem with him, and Kibum was generous enough to give some of his time to ‘counsel’ you two.

“Youngho, can you check if we have drinks in the fridge?” The older guy ordered, and the person he asked lazily shuffled towards your red Smeg. “Hmmm, just water and a bottle of red wine. Is that okay? Or should I get some soda or something else?” He said a moment later, his hands running over the tops of the water pitchers.

“No, that’s okay. Bring them out, please,” Kibum said, returning to the table with a wooden board filled with cold cuts and cheese.

You ‘ooh’-ed at how wonderful your meal looked like, with the pasta, cold cuts, cheese, and steak. As Johnny placed the bottle of red wine in the middle of the table, you went to sit at your usual place. He sat across you, and Kibum settled in the middle.

“Thank you, Bumkey!” You and Johnny said in unison, which made the two of you look at each other. You felt your cheeks flush since it has been a while that the both of you said anything at the same time. You looked at your plate, and he did the same.

“Okay, guys? I really need to start this ‘counseling’ session since I don’t want things to become more awkward than they are,” Kibum grumbled, moving closer to the table. “So, what happened to the two of you? Why are you acting like you’re shy of each other?” He continued, hands spread wide to refer to his friends.

When no one answered, he grabbed the bottle of red wine and poured each glass. “Maybe this will loosen you up,” Kibum muttered, taking a sip of the Sangiovese you purposely reserved for special occasions. Although you consider this the opposite, maybe it’s about time that you drink it with your closest friends.

You took a sip and Johnny mirrored you, eyes shyly looking at each other. Kibum groaned again, getting frustrated with the situation. “This! It’s as if you guys are––” he paused as if something in his mind clicked.

“Are you guys in love with each other or something?”

You almost spit the wine you were drinking, and Johnny coughed. He hit the nail on the head, you thought. You set the glass on the table and slowly sank in your seat, wanting to disappear.

“Yeah, Kibum hyung. Well, I’m in love with her, but I’m not sure how she really feels for me,” Johnny said, now playing with the knife and fork. He was trying his best to be engrossed with the utensils, but then you caught him looking at you from time to time.

“You haven’t given him an answer, Essie? And what, it’s been like two weeks since we’ve been hanging out with this awkward air around us!” Kibum was near hysterics, his small eyes becoming bigger with each word that came out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry!” You started, sitting up straight this time. “Well, I really don’t know…I mean, I do love Johnny with all my heart, but I’m not sure if this is the time to start a relationship?” Your voice faltered at the end, and you couldn’t look at them both in the eye after your admission.

“Why not, Essie? You have been single for long,” Johnny said, eyes intently looking at your face.

“Yeah, dear. You haven’t dated in ages, and I don’t mind if the two of you will do so,” Kibum interjected.

Their answer made you feel how lonely you were for the past years, being single after dating a guy on and off until he ghosted you completely. You felt tears running down your face, and you covered it, ashamed at how you were feeling right now.

Since the guy across you does really love you, he went to your side immediately and wiped your tears with his handkerchief. “You really didn’t need to do that,” you mumbled in between his wiping, and he pinched your nose gently.

“But I want to,” he said softly, now wiping the snot under your nose. “And it hurts me when I see you crying.” He patted your head, and you couldn’t help but lean against his touch.

“Not that this is cute, but are we good now? And what were you crying about, dear?” Kibum interrupted your moment, a smirk gracing his features.

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky grin and batted Johnny back to his seat. “You guys had to remind me how lonely I’ve been, and my tears couldn’t help it,” you chuckled, wiping the last of your tears with your thumb.

“Aw, we’re sorry. But you know Johnny’s here, he’s going to take real good care of you!” The older guy said cheerfully, clapping his hands in glee like what you did earlier.

“But won’t us being together affect our dynamic as LBF?” You asked. You saw Johnny roll his eyes, and you slapped a hand on your forehead, realizing that it was a stupid question to ask.

“Well, the dynamic has changed with the two of you being weird for the past weeks. But nothing stays the same, dear. If you two get together, I might feel out of place due to my lack of love life,” Kibum’s honesty made you blush, and you looked at Johnny to see his reaction. He retained a poker face, his right hand cradling his chin.

“But that doesn’t matter. As long as I see you two being your usual annoying selves, then I’m happy,” the blond continued. This made you smile, and the guy across you as well.

You were glad that your closest friends are the most supportive people you have ever met, despite the times they make fun of you as if it was your last day on earth. You stood up, enveloping Johnny in a bear hug, and he returned it with the same intensity.

“I love you, baby,” he said, squeezing your sides.

You laughed first before returning the words he wanted to hear. “I love you too, you dork.”

“Okay…why don’t we eat? The food I cooked for you is now becoming cold!” Kibum once again interfered with your moment, clapping his hands loudly before digging into the pasta in front of him.

You let go of your lover and return to your seat, happily stacking your plate with steak, cheese, and pasta. As all of you load up your plates, your chatter returned to normal: the music you’ve been listening to lately, any art exhibits you can check out now, and even accessories for Kibum’s fabulous dogs.

Your insides felt warm as you watched Kibum laugh in his iconic way, with Johnny biting his lip in the corner trying not to burst into tears. You didn’t mind if you looked ugly while laughing; it has been a while since the three of you had this much fun over dinner.

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After your scrumptious meal, the three of you hung out. Johnny’s arms were looped around your waist as you stared into the starry sky at the balcony.

Kibum was taking a call inside, which both of you understood as a private moment for him.

“So, Kibum hyung had to convince you otherwise to take a chance on me, eh?” He asked, nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

You tried to shrug but couldn’t since he was so close to you. “Well, it’s not that he’s the reason why we’re like this right now, but…I had to confront my feelings once and for all,” you replied.

He hummed in response, burying his head deeper into your shoulder. You can smell his cologne in this position, and you couldn’t help but turn around and kiss the top of his head.

“You smell really nice,” you started, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And so do you,” he replied.

You know that the two of you can get touchy with each other, but this was a whole new level. You guys have reached lover territory, which you still haven’t fully grasped yet.

Your foreheads were now touching, and he led you to slow dance. Even if there was no music playing, the sound of the city served as the beat to your movements. Your bodies pressed closer to each other, and your hands clasped tighter.

It was a moment you would never forget, and you hoped that he would think the same way too.

When he stopped swaying, he kissed your forehead. You were a bit startled, and he didn’t notice it. Instead, he continued to kiss your face – your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your chin, until he settled for your lips at last.

It was a chaste peck, and you felt all fuzzy when his lips left yours.

“You’re awfully being too sweet, dear,” you said softly, looking at him straight in the eye. “I always am, especially to you,” he replied, returning the same intense gaze you were giving him.

He was about to kiss you again when you heard knocking on the glass door. Both of you turned around and saw Kibum enter, looking apologetic.

“I’m so sorry to ruin your moment again guys, but I have to leave. There’s an emergency I have to tend to,” he said.

You nodded in response, and Johnny had to pull away from you so the two of you can send the older guy off to his agenda. The three of you exchanged your last pleasantries until you waved him off outside your door.

“Congratulations, you lovebirds! I’m happy for you, but please, don’t make out in front of me and our friends,” were Kibum’s last words before he sped off to his car.

The two of you weren’t able to react to his statement, and he left you two dumbfounded. You looked at each other and laughed at how specific Kibum was about not making out.

“But I will want to make out with you, even if you smell like cigarettes,” Johnny said, pulling you back into his embrace. You felt embarrassed with his revelation and covered your face with your hands.

“No, Youngho, please don’t. Let me have some mint first before you do,” you said, slowly uncovering your face and meeting his. You loved it when he looked at you amusedly as if you were a puzzle that he has yet to solve even if he had already played it a thousand times.

“It doesn’t matter if you take a mint or not, but I also want you…” This time, he leaned so close against your ear that you can hear his slow and loud breathing, “To call me daddy when we’re alone,” he finished, kissing the side of your ear.

You just did not hear him suggest that. You pushed him away and crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh, come on, Johnny! Not that! Anything, but that!” You protested, pouting at his suggestion.

He doubled over in laughter at your reaction, and he even slapped his thighs for effect. “Oh no, baby, I know you will call me that sooner or later,” he said in between fits, “But now, I’m fine with anything you call me.”

“No, I won’t call you that! It sounds as if I’m really calling my dad! And you, sir, are not my dad,” you emphasized, hands on your hips this time.  

“I will be when you become the mother of my children,” Johnny said suggestively as he tackled you for another bear hug.

“Johnnyyyyyy!” You were flustered at the way your conversation was going and buried your head on his shoulder. “You’re making me feel so embarrassed right now!”

“But I do mean all the things I said, baby!” He replied in the same high pitch as you before he kissed your temple.

You stayed silent in his embrace, and he rocked you gently. The movement of your bodies relaxed you, and you closed your eyes in contentment.

This is how life is going to be now with him by my side, you thought. You opened an eye to look at him and saw that he had his eyes closed, but with a smile on his face.

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FIN

Wicked Games

In other words, it is the start of something sinful. Say what? If you’ve been following along, then you might have an idea of what this post will be about. 

As a clue, here’s Jaehyun radiating boyfriend vibes for you. 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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Summary: This marks the first official day of Essie and Jaehyun’s affair. Need I say more? 

POV: 2nd person still. Do you guys like this POV better or a 3rd one? I suddenly got curious about your opinion. Please let me know! 

Word count: 1,100 + words

Warning: This is a cheating story, so expect some loose morals here. 

Recommended listening: The song mentioned shares the same title as this piece. However, I prefer Coeur de Pirate’s cover because it sounds more tragic than the original one by The Weeknd. 

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Although you loved hanging out with Johnny to listen to different kinds of music, it was a whole new different experience with Jaehyun.

This was the first official day of your tryst with him, and you saw him before you headed home from work. He picked you up a few blocks away from your office, and he took you to his apartment, which he shared with Taeyong.

Since his roommate was out of the country with Mark, he had the place all to himself. It was the perfect opportunity to have a rendezvous, and he even made some preparations.

Once you opened the door to his house, there were fairy lights stringed almost everywhere and soft music was playing. There was a wine bottle on the coffee table, along with two glasses.

“Wow, this is so romantic,” you whispered, looking around his place. You love the industrial-meets-farmhouse look of their home – red brick walls always get you.

As you brushed your fingers against the brick’s texture, he took out some food from the fridge. Upon closer inspection, they were random cheeses and cold cuts.

“That’s so classy of you, Jay,” you said, hovering over his figure as he sliced some brie on a wooden platter. “Treating a girl to some wine and cheese with good music playing in the background? What else are we going to do?”

“Let’s see if we go beyond that, shall we?” He purred, winking at you as he started slicing some gorgonzola.

You helped him prepare the cheese and cold cuts platter, which he appreciated. “I don’t know what cheese and cold cuts you want to eat, so I bought a lot at the grocery the other day,” he admitted, flashing you his trademark boyish grin.

“That’s thoughtful of you, darling. Thank you for considering what I’d like,” you said, squeezing his hand after you were done slicing the last slab of cheese.

“Of course, anything for my darling Essie,” he replied, taking your other hand and holding it.

That line sounded familiar – Johnny tells you that a lot whenever you thanked him.

You let go of his hand abruptly and looked at the ground. You felt ashamed that you remembered your boyfriend at this time.

“Essie, what’s wrong?” Jaehyun took your hands again, with one of them tilting your chin to look at him.

When he saw that you looked distressed, he kissed your forehead. “Tell me what’s bothering you,” he whispered, his lips tickling your ears.

“I remember him,” you said softly, intertwining your hands with his. “And I’m sorry about that.”

He remained silent, but he didn’t let go of you. You observed him from the corner of your eye and saw that he was deep breathing. You were silently counting how many he would do – he lasted until five – and then he spoke up.

“I know what we’re doing is bad, darling,” he started, looking at your eyes, “but I also want to be with you.”

His piercing stare made your heart skip a beat, and maybe it made you a bit wet. “I want you to forget about him when you’re with me,” he continued, now placing his hands on your waist.

“Make me,” you challenged him as a haughty smirk graced your features. “I dare you to make me forget about him,” you repeated with conviction.

“Oh yes, I will,” he said, pulling you closer to him. “My name will be the only one you’ll be speaking of.” With that, he crashed his lips on yours, and you reciprocated with the same passion.

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After making out at the kitchen, you and Jaehyun went to the couch. You ate, drank, and talked about everything. You were amused to see his different facial expressions – you were so used to him looking serious.

He laughed at your jokes, he made cute faces when you teased him, and he gave you the sexiest stare that you ever saw in your life.

But of course, your favorite part of hanging out with him was the music. It was one of the things you were passionate about, and you loved hearing his thoughts on it.

At that moment, you forgot you were someone else’s. All that mattered was that Jeong Jaehyun was cuddling with you on the couch, his hand stroking your thigh. Your arms were looped around his neck and from time to time, you kissed him on his neck, his jaw, and eventually, his lips.

He was enjoying the attention you were giving him, and he did his best to please you. He stroked your hair, he rubbed your back affectionately, and he kissed you on the lips repeatedly.

Coeur de Pirate’s cover of ‘Wicked Games’ was playing in the background when your kisses intensified. Tongues clashed against each other, and your hands roamed all over your bodies.

Just tell me you love me

I’ll give you what I need, I’ll give you all you need

Even though you don’t love me

The song hit close to Jaehyun. He knew that you were with Johnny, but he still wanted to take a chance with you. Without any warning, he carried you to his bedroom.

You didn’t say anything. You already knew where this was heading. You accepted that trysts like this will end with you two fucking.

As he laid you on the bed, you saw in his eyes that he was asking for permission. “Yes darling, do it,” you murmured. Within seconds, both of your clothes were discarded, and everything became a blur in your mind.

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It was already late in the evening when you were done. You weren’t able to text Johnny where you were. Having sex with Jaehyun was amazing – he really knew how to please.

You walked naked back to the couch and looked at your phone. There were 10 missed calls and 5 text messages from Johnny.

You replied to his latest message – Baby, I’m worried where are you please answer me – with Sorry, I was busy with work. I’ll come home late. Sorry, I worried you and hit send.

“He’s looking for you,” Jaehyun surprised you when you saw him at the kitchen doorway, only wearing a pair of track pants. “He also texted me.”

You noted that he sounded disappointed, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything. “I know. I guess this wraps up our rendezvous for today,” you said, grabbing a pillow on the couch to cover your body.

“And I hope we see each other tomorrow again,” were the last words both of you said before you left his apartment.

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FIN

Sugar and Fluff (Volume 2)

Here’s a follow-up to the first installment of this mini series, which features Johnny and Essie struggling with their feelings for each other. 

There’s also the special participation of NCT 127′s resident bunny, Kim Doyoung! What is he up to there?

He ain’t dancing to Elevator (127F) with Johnny, that’s for sure! Read on, and let me know what you think! 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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POV: 3rd person since two of these are some of my recent writing during this quarantine period. The last one, however, was written last year.

Word count: 2,300 + words 

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I. Inspired by an Instagram post that speculated Doyoung is dating someone, and I'm sorry I couldn't remember the exact post

It didn’t take long for Essie to figure out that Doyoung was dating someone.

Not that she liked him to that extent, but she felt that he had a lighter aura around him. He was usually sulky with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at everything with disdain. Although once you get to know him, he is far from what he shows in public.

This time though, he smiled and laughed more. He wasn’t shy to show off his gummy smile, which was one of the things his fans love about him.

“Yeah, Essie. I am seeing someone,” he told her while they waited for Johnny to pick up their orders at Starbucks. It has become a ritual for the three friends to hang out at the famous coffee shop after their schedules. Essie feigned shock by mouthing an ‘O’ and placing a hand over the edge of her lips. “Really now,” she replied, her eyes scanning for their friend still waiting on the counter.  

“Yeah, believe it or not. I never thought I’d end up dating,” Doyoung chuckled, playing with the hem of his sleeves. He wore an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of slim-fitting jeans, looking like every girl’s boyfriend. “Congratulations, dude,” she shook his hand, which he took gratuitously. “Thank you, Ms. Park, I hope you do end up dating someone soon,” he replied, tightening his hold on her hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Kim Dongyoung?” She raised an eyebrow at him before retracting her hand from his grip.

It was good timing for Johnny to enter the scene with their drinks. “One hot green tea for you,” he handed Doyoung his beverage, “and a sickeningly sweet White Chocolate Mocha for this girl,” he rolled his eyes at Essie who stuck her tongue out in response before grabbing the drink from him. “Okay then, we’ve got all our drinks. How’s everyone doing?” The Korean-American glanced at them both before slurping on his iced Americano noisily.

“He told me he’s seeing someone,” the only girl in the table said, pointing her finger at Doyoung. “Oh, you only told her now, dude?” Johnny’s eyes widened at her statement. “Yeah, it’s not as if I’ve told everyone of this already,” the younger guy mumbled, blowing off the steam that came from his cup.

“Who else knows of this status change, Doyoung?” Essie asked, wrapping a tissue around her drink before sipping on it. “Well, all the band members and you.” He sighed in relief when there was no more steam coming from his drink.

“Okay then…but why do you think I should date someone soon?” She brought back the question that he hoped she would forget.

“You told her that?” Johnny acted as the audience to their conversation, his over-the-top reactions eliciting some looks from other tables.

“I mean, you’re a great girl, you get along well with guys, and I’m sure one of us probably has a crush on you,” Doyoung’s response caught the two off guard. Essie’s face flushed to the point that she had to sip on her drink to cool her down. Johnny, on the other hand, coughed into his drink and looked away from his tablemates.

“Dude, is that for real? One of you likes me that way?” The girl almost choked on her question after she recovered from her momentary shame.

“Yeah, that’s what I think. One of us likes you a lot. As in. I can feel it…” Doyoung glanced at his hyung carefully, who buried his face in his hands in embarrassment. “Oh, stop it Kim Dongyoung!” Johnny whined, making his friends laugh.

Of course, Doyoung knows that Johnny likes Essie. He was the first to know of his feelings toward the girl, and the more the three of them hung out, he noticed how sweeter and kinder he is to her (than to him).

That does not mean that he dated someone so he could get ahead of the two, who he thought were moments away from admitting to each other. Unfortunately, it took them weeks before they got together. He dated because he felt that this girl that he met was perfect for him, and the girl felt the same. He happened to be in a good place at a good time. He wished that his friends would get together soon because he might not take the tension they sometimes had.

Essie, during this time, was still unsure of her feelings for Johnny. They became close over a short period and sometimes, she feared that they could end their friendship in the same way. She didn’t want to ruin their dynamic since she thought that they were doing fine as it is. Although she felt tempted to touch or kiss him in return, she had to fight it because she didn’t want history to repeat itself. Some of the guys that she liked disappeared because she would reciprocate their sweet gestures, when in fact, they didn’t like it. That was a confusing period in her life, which she didn’t want to bring back.

Johnny is both similar and dissimilar to Essie. They are similar in the sense that they didn’t want to ruin their friendship. They are dissimilar because he is sure of his feelings for her while she is still contemplating on it. He wasn’t shy to show how affectionate he can be – he held her hand, wiped away excess food or smudged lipstick from her face, hugged her often, and even kissed her on the forehead or cheek. He wanted her to pick up on his actions, hoping that she would feel the same as him. There were instances that he saw (or felt) it, but most of the time he saw her struggling. He feared that struggle might lead to the termination of their friendship, which was one of the things he feared in life. He’s that whipped for her, man.

As the three regained their momentum and talked about their day, their eyes told of different stories. Doyoung was observant as always, still betting on the possibility they’ll confess to each other before the month ends (and hoping to win against Haechan and Taeil). Essie looked at each guy dreamily, wondering how the former was with his girlfriend and how Johnny will be with his future partner. Johnny’s honey eyes were focused on Essie, who he caught looking at him longingly. When he winked at her, she slapped his arm and flipped him the bird. Their tablemate laughed at their interaction, his mind thinking of ways on how he can get the two to admit their feelings sooner.

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II. Inspired by Johnny's claim on NNN that he’s good at giving massages

“I’m so tired,” Essie grumbled one night after having dinner with Johnny. The two housemates hung out at the couch, still thinking on how to cap off the week. Tomorrow was a Saturday, which meant they could sleep in as long as they wanted. “Do you want to rest now?” Johnny asked, looking up briefly from his phone. The girl shook her head and buried herself deeper into the couch. “My back hurts since Wednesday. I have one of those things you sit on to help with your back, but I don’t think it’s helping at all,” she said, massaging the part of her back that she could reach with one hand.

“Oh, would you like a massage?” His eyes lightened up at his suggestion as he almost jumped on her part of the couch. “I’m great at giving massages,” he bragged, “and if you’re not convinced, you can ask Eomma about it.”

Essie raised an eyebrow at him. “You want me to text your mom about your massage skills? Hey, I trust you enough to give me a good one. So, get into it,” she grabbed his phone to place it on the coffee table and stuck her tongue at him.

“But I suggest you take a shower first, so after I give you a massage, you’ll have a good night’s sleep.” His advice was taken well by his subject, who now stood up to retrieve her towel from her bedroom. “And before I forget, do you have any essential oil you prefer?”

“Lavender, please. I want to sleep well after this hellish week. Thank you,” With that, Essie disappeared into the bathroom to wash away some of her stresses.

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She returned to the sofa in her pajamas while Johnny changed into a muscle shirt and boxer shorts. “Ready for your massage, madame?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, John! Please don’t give me any ideas!” She retorted, her face flushing with the wink he just gave her. “But yes, I am ready for my massage, monsieur.” She positioned herself on the sofa with her back facing him.

“Do you mind if I…” His hands slid over the edge of her pajama top, and she gave him a thumbs-up. “Okay, baby, if that’s what you say,” he mumbled as he raised her shirt just below her bust line.

“Thank you for offering to do this, Johnny,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her.

“Anything for my cute but grumpy housemate,” he said cheerily before coating his hands with essential oil. “Get ready to experience my magic.”

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After massaging her back for thirty minutes, Essie fell asleep. Johnny sensed it when he heard her softly snoring and caught her with her mouth a bit open. “A few minutes from now, she’s going to drool on that pillow,” he said softly before snickering.

“My princess, I’ll just be here on the other couch and watch over you,” he continued in the same tone before plopping carelessly on the seat across hers.

“Okay, thanks. Love you,” she mumbled, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

He tried his best to contain his laughter (and giddiness with what he heard) by biting his lip. “Love you too,” he replied loud enough for her to hear. When he didn’t hear anything else other than her soft snoring, he took out his phone and opened his Notes app to type out his thoughts.

I can’t help but fall in love with her more. I never know what to expect from her, and it makes life interesting. I hope she feels the same way, or else I don’t know what to do with myself.

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III. Inspired by his stint in Lipstick Prince

“Can I do your makeup, Essie?” Johnny’s question startled the girl, who just finished putting on her primer.

The six-footer barged into her room as she was getting dressed. Good thing she wore a bathrobe – she was usually naked or in her underwear when she did her makeup.

“Come again?” She raised an unmade eyebrow at him, hoping she wasn’t hearing things. “I want to do your makeup!” His voice sounded girlish, and he also did a cute pose to convince her further.

“What for? Do you want to film a challenge with my face?” Essie sounded annoyed at the thought of being used for his videos.

“No, it’s not that! But maybe someday,” he coughed over that last part, “but now, I just want to. I feel like doing someone’s face.”

“Why not do it on your face then?” The girl was feeling snappy now as she searched for her brow pen in a pink cup.

“But I don’t have that much makeup, baby. Please, let me do your face!” He whined. She shot him a glare, which he replied by kneeling in front of her. “I am confident that you’ll like what I’ll do.”

“Is that so? Fine, let’s get it.” She twirled her chair in front of him and even spread her arms to show her compliance.

He rubbed his hands excitedly as he approached her. “But first, where are we going?”

“I’m going to have some tea time with my friends,” she deadpanned. “I’m wearing that dress,” she pointed at a forest green dress with a delicate flower print, “and those shoes.”

Johnny gasped when she pointed at the pair of black velvet ankle boots beside her hamper. “Very Stevie Nicks in the fall, baby. I love it!” He clapped his hands together in excitement and looked at the items on her dresser. “So, should I start now?”

“Yeah, you should. I only have,” Essie glanced at her watch, “45 minutes left before I need to get going. So please, do my face now.” She patted her cheeks for emphasis, and he gave her a salute before he got busy pulling out her drawers for makeup to use.

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Essie was impressed with his work. Sure, he was no pro, and she helped him out a bit, but he did a great job with her eyeliner.

“You know I suck doing my eyes,” she said, admiring the thick cat eyeliner he created. “But you made me look like I’ve got my shit together. Merci beaucoup!”

He laughed at her comment as he observed his work again. They decided to do dramatic eyes with a minimal lip, as well as a dewy but flawless base.

“Thank you too that you trusted me to do your face today, baby,” he said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “I did 75% of the job anyway,” she muttered, making the guy huff in front of the mirror.

“But it’s the thought that counts! At least I can do makeup for you…”

“Or for any girl, really. I’m not the only one you can do this too, you know.”

“But I want it to be only you.”

The two stared at each other in the mirror, Johnny’s arms still wrapped around her.

“I’m not your doll, John. And don’t even say that I look like one.”

He sighed in defeat and let go of her. “Fine. But my sentiments remain the same.”

She was unsure of how to continue this conversation further, so she checked her phone on the table. “Okay, I have 10 minutes left to get dressed, so Johnny, please step out of the room now.” She shooed him with her hand, which he rolled his eyes at.

“How are you getting there?”

“I’m taking Uber or Lyft, whichever’s cheaper.”

“Let me drive you there. Please?” This time, he didn’t have to use a cutesy voice to persuade her.

“Okay, that’s one offer I won’t resist,” she smiled briefly before it was replaced with a scowl a second later. “Now, please let me get dressed.”

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FIN

Do I Wanna Know?

This is the first Johnny and Essie fic that I’ve written officially, and I was greatly challenged by my first audience who happens to be my childhood best friend to do this. According to the postscript of my draft, this was quite taxing to write. 

I wasn’t that in love with Johnny yet when I wrote this last year, hence that reaction. But it’s a whole new different story now. How can I not fall in love with him looking at me like that in the GIF?!

I hope you enjoy this dramatic piece, and then we’ll get to the point where they finally get together with the help of their other best friend. 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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Summary: Best friends Johnny and OC (or are they still?) become awkward with each other when he confesses his love to her. Despite their situation, they manage to talk to avoid conflict with their other best friend, since they don’t want to ruin their friendship with him. 

POV: 2nd person. I switch between this and 3rd person a lot. 

Word count: 1,300 + words

Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt 

Warning: You get to meet other idols in this fic too and another OC who I hinted at in my Preface post. I hope you like their presence here! 

Recommended listening: Of course, ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by the Arctic Monkeys (which Johnny has also mentioned in NNN), and ‘In My Place’ by Coldplay (which is Johnny’s favorite band). In short, both songs are highly recommended by the man! 

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It has been two weeks since you and Johnny talked.

You weren’t used to not messaging or calling him daily, but what happened between the two of you was something you haven’t fully processed yet.

He admitted that he likes you more than just a friend. And if you were just completely honest with yourself, you know that you like him in that same way too.

You looked at the phone in your hand, its screen still black. No one was messaging or calling you. When you and Johnny were talking, your screen was bright and alive with his presence.

He often called to share whatever he was doing so he wouldn’t lose his English speaking ability. On the other hand, you called him usually in the wee hours of the morning so the stray dogs that litter the streets won't distract you. You were glad that he always picked up the phone when you needed him the most, but now you can’t say the same.

You sighed, looking around the apartment for something to do. Nini and Jongin were out at a charity event, probably painting newly-built houses in an impoverished community. Taemin was busy as always with his dancing, and Mark was out of town. Who can you bother today? You searched your phone for your contacts until it landed on Key’s name.

Of course, Kibum. The fabulous brother that you and Johnny never had. But now that you and Johnny aren’t on speaking terms (still), how can you invite Key to hang out? He knows that you function well as a trio, and it feels incomplete without one or the other. You were afraid to call Key, for he might be out with his other friends or – the ultimate top 10 anime betrayal – he’s with Johnny.

As you exited the contacts on your phone, it rang. You didn’t answer it first since you wanted to listen to the ringtone he assigned his number to. The first verses of ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by the Arctic Monkeys sent shivers to your spine, as you thought of Johnny doing those things to you.

Oh God, he might be on to something then when he set this on my phone ages ago, you thought. Maybe that was the time he realized his feelings for you, while you still hid yours deep in the recesses of your heart.

When the song reached the chorus, you finally answered.

“Hello, Johnny?”

“Hey, Essie,” he mumbled. You could imagine him slumped against a wall, one of his hands deep in his hoodie’s pocket.

“What can I do for you?” You tried to sound casual, but it didn’t come across that way. You felt you were on the verge of tears.

“Hey, I know this is hard…not just for you, but also for me but…do you mind if I drop by your house tonight? So we can talk?” His voice mirrored yours, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip on how painful it is to hear him like this.

“Sure, Johnny, please do,” was all you can say before he hung up. The tears have already spilled on your face, and you had to stifle your scream on a pillow to let it all out.

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He brought your favorite food: kimchi and ice cream. You were speechless, not expecting that he’ll bring anything to his visit tonight. He spoiled you a lot, whether that’s getting you food or giving you random gifts that he thinks you’ll like. You had to remind yourself that things weren’t what they were, and maybe he did this out of respect or etiquette.

You didn’t know where to start once the both of you settled on your respective seats – you on the couch and him on the bean bag across you. “So, what do you want to talk about first?” You asked, arms clutching the pillow you cried onto tighter.

“Well...you know we’re La Fabuleux Escouade with Kibum. And he doesn’t know what I did…to you. And I don’t know how we can retain our dynamic…” He was fiddling with his thumbs while he said this, looking away from your stare.

You found it amusing that the two of you were on the same wavelength, as you were already thinking about how you can bring this up to Kibum.

“I know what you mean, but what if we…pretend that nothing happened?” You suggested, not really thinking it through. You know that you don’t want that – you want the two of you to be more than okay, and Key will be there for you guys through sickness and health.

You saw him flinch at your answer but then composed himself as it was his turn to look at you. “Nothing…happened? Just like that?” His quavering voice made you nervous that he might do something he will regret.

“I don’t know, Johnny! What do you think we should do?” You didn’t hide the frustration in your voice anymore.

“Haven’t you thought about it? The words I said? The possibility of us?” Johnny was now standing in front of you, tears about to fall from his face.

“I really don’t know, Johnny! We already have such a good friendship!” You were now standing as well, glaring at his face.

“You know we can take it further! A good friendship leads to a good relationship, haven’t you heard that?” He was looking down on you, his expression a mix of anger and hurt.

You stopped glaring and let your shoulders droop, eyes now looking at the carpeted floor.

“I really don’t know if I’m ready to take that next step, Johnny,” you whispered. “I’m scared that we might never be the same again…”

There was a moment of silence for both of you to process your feelings. You thought he was going to hit you or leave, but he did neither. What he did was something you’d expect him to do: he pulled you close to him and wiped your tears.

“We can try, Essie…please?” He asked, lowering his head so that your foreheads can touch. You shut your eyes at this intimate contact, and it was as if the whole apartment could hear your heart beating.

“Can you give me a bit more time?” You broke off from his hug, gently placing his arms beside him. You gave him a small smile, this time firm with your words.

Maybe that’s it. I’m not yet ready, but I can be with him if I want to at my own time.

“How long shall I wait?” He grabbed your hands to him, squeezing it gently. It seemed he couldn’t get enough of you after he embraced you, as his hands always found its way around you.

“That I can’t say, but it won’t be long? Just…not now. I need more time to think,” you let go of his hands, pushing them back to his side harshly this time. You couldn’t look at him, for fear that you won’t like what you’ll see in his eyes.

You felt that you were leading him on, but at the same time, you were sure that you can start something with him, maybe someday.

“Okay, Essie, if that’s what you say. I’ll wait,” he murmured. You remained standing at your spot, eyes never leaving the floor. You only heard his footsteps, until you couldn’t anymore.

He left you without saying anything. You had to understand why he did that, and maybe you did. If you were in his position, you’ll feel hurt as well.

Now that you were able to process your emotions a bit, the hard part comes when the three of you would get together eventually.

The two of you are an awkward mess, and Kibum has to set things straight, or else LBF is no more.

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FIN

A Kiss for Luck

As mentioned before, I don’t write in chronological order. Here’s another example of that in this Essie and Jaehyun piece. 

This one’s also dedicated to @gyuschilli, which I will discuss more in the summary. 

And how can I not forget to add an adorable GIF of Jeong Jaehyun for your pleasure? 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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Summary: This story was inspired by this tweet that @gyuschilli sent me, and I thought it might tie in to their affair as well. Consider this as the main event of their fourth day, even if I wrote a snippet of it on a previous post. 

POV: 3rd person as this is one of my most recent writing. 

Word count: 1,000 + words 

Warning: As always, they are a horny bunch. Nothing smutty, just a bit of sexiness here. 

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“Yoon Oh, what’s up?”

She never called him his real name unless she was serious. Jeong Jaehyun looked at Essie Park, who was rubbing circles on his back. They were hanging out at the couch in her apartment, which she shared with two of their friends. One of them happened to be her boyfriend, who was abroad at the moment. The same could be said for the other one, who was with Jaehyun’s housemate for a special project. In short, they had their apartments all to their selves.

“It’s just that…” he started, looking at anything than her worried face, “I might go out of the country too in a week or so. I’ve been offered a project, just like Mark and Taeyong. It's a solo one, and I might not be back for a couple of weeks.”

This made her lean back against the couch and place her hands on her lap. “Oh, why are you all leaving one at a time?” She asked in a small voice.

“That’s what my manager told me, mon amour. I thought that this project wouldn’t push through until next year, and I was shocked to hear this news earlier.”  

“Oh, I see,” Essie scrutinized her fingers as she waited for Jaehyun’s response. “I’m sorry about that,” She felt him move closer to her, “but we still have a couple of days to enjoy each other’s company before I leave?”

When she looked up at him, his lips were immediately on hers.

Ah, it was already the fourth day of their affair. They drove to the beach, ate good food, and fucked as much as they could for the past few days. Hearing that he would have to fly for a project next week broke Essie a bit, but she was also relieved deep inside since she could still detach herself from him.

If she took the time to reflect, then she would realize how much this is hurting her. She knew she loved her boyfriend, The One and Only Johnny Suh, but she could not resist temptation in the form of Jeong Jaehyun.

Both of them started as her friends, but it was the Korean-American who won her heart eventually. It was only recently that Jaehyun admitted he liked her, and as much as she didn’t want to break his heart, she had broken hers (and her boyfriend’s) for starting this affair.

When they pulled away from each other, Jaehyun buried his face on the crook of Essie’s neck. “My darling, I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered. “Not now that we’re getting to know each other better.”

“I could say the same, mon cheri,” she kissed his cheek. “I’ve always wanted to have deep conversations with you, but we never had much time, no?”

“Because you were always with Johnny hyung,” he scoffed, pulling away from her to show his sarcasm. “But that doesn’t matter right now. You are all mine,” He started to pepper her neck with kisses, which she encouraged by stroking his hair.

She closed her eyes and let him pleasure her. Once again, she will forget that she is someone else’s and that she is for him alone.

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As they spent the afternoon listening to records and drinking wine, Jaehyun suddenly wore his serious look again, which concerned (but mostly bothered) Essie.

“Yoon Oh…” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “It hurts me when I see you look like that. What’s up, my sweet lover?”

“I remembered my project again. This will be the first time I’m doing something like this, so…I’m quite nervous about it.”

Although his confidence level was not as extreme as Johnny’s, Essie found it heartbreaking that Jaehyun was not feeling his best about this new endeavor.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” She looked up at him with puppy eyes, making him suppress his groan by biting his lip.

“How about…you kiss me for good luck?” He flashed his trademark dimpled smile, which she responded to by thwacking him on the shoulder.

“Seriously, Jay? Will a kiss really help you?” She folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

“If it woke up Sleeping Beauty and turned frogs into princes, then I guess it would,” he was practically beaming at how absurd he sounded, but he hoped that she would buy it.

“Then you might turn into a frog if I kiss you then?” She readjusted her arms over her chest and moved closer to him. “I don’t want to see you turn into that.”

He wanted to roll his eyes at how their conversation was going but decided to approach his request in another way. He did his best aegyo, which involved him talking to her in a baby voice and doing a silly dance.

“Can baby get a kiss from his mommy?”

Essie had the urge to hide from secondhand embarrassment but pulled through when she saw how desperate he was for it.

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” she closed the gap between them and kissed him on the cheek. “Is that enough, mon bebe?”

He shook his head and pointed at his lips. “Isn’t my baby demanding?” she sighed.

“Come on, mon amour. Just this one, and I’ll be okay.” He puckered his lips and made kissy noises.

She gave in to his request, and he responded with such passion that it led to them making out on the couch.

It was déjà vu – didn’t this just happen a while ago? As she became lost in his kisses, the thought of him leaving her crept back in her mind.

She was conflicted once more. It is for the best that you cut this as soon as you can, her logical side told her.

No, you will never get to do this again, her emotional side lamented.

Shut the fuck up, she told both sides of her brain as she felt Jaehyun’s tongue go deeper in her mouth.

She moaned at how good it felt, and as always, they fucked.

This was becoming a routine, and she wondered if she could keep it up before he leaves or not.

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FIN