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[10:48 PM]

seconds after a short text, johnny is already at your side.

you’re already sobbing when he pulls you into his arms. you close your eyes and sob even harder as he cups your face in his hands so gently that you barely feel it. you look into his soft brown eyes, unstoppable tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“oh dear,” he murmurs as he pulls you closer and lets your tears wet his light blue hoodie. “who hurt you?” his face is overwhelmed by concern for you and he strokes your swollen cheek with one hand. 

you don’t respond but clench onto the fabric by his waist tighter as you burrow inside what seems like a perfect paradise, safe and separated from the rest of the world. you’re shaking and sobbing and everything in-between, and johnny wraps his strong arms around you quietly.

“i-i can’t do this,” you say, your voice cracking as you speak the words. you’re looking at him, into his eyes that almost seem to reflect the hurt you feel. 

he listens.

you tangle your fingers with his, using all four clasped hands to wipe your tears. “i need to run away so bad.”

“i’d love to take you with me,” he breathes, “but you know i can’t.”

you would smile, but you can’t. “i know.” you know too well. you lean back into his chest as he leans his head on yours, and wrap your arms around his waist firmly - as if he’s a lifeline. “i know.” 

johnny presses a kiss to your head and gently pats your back as you continue to sob, each choked cry shattering his heart even more.

2.9.2020

[happy birthday johnny, i love you]

you can never forget johnny - because of his big heart, yes, but also because of all the little things he’d do.

he’d constantly show up with small gifts at your door because he remembered something random you said one time - like the time you told him that you watched a lot of dora as a kid and that boots was your favorite character, and he bought you a mini-boots plushie at the airport months later because it reminded him of you. 

he’d send you videos of him kissing the camera repeatedly when he missed you, spamming your phone with “i love you so much” texts until you were giggling hysterically at his persistence in getting you to say it as many times as he was saying it. 

he’d be so eager to model for your photography or art, although you knew he probably wanted to be away from the camera on days he was off. johnny claimed that you taking a picture of him was different somehow - he loved to see how you saw him.

he’d slip one hand into your hair as you kissed, careful that you wouldn’t strain your neck because he was so much taller than you, and he’d wrap the other arm around your waist.

he’d bow deeply to your parents and would help them wash the dishes after each meal - although they told him not to since he was a guest - conversing smoothly with them until all of them were laughing at his stories. the true highlight, though, was slipping your hand into his clammy one at the end of the day as he confessed how nervous he’d been in case he slipped up in front of your parents. you would giggle, tippy-toe to press a kiss to his cheek, and tell him that wouldn’t happen. your parents adored him.

he’d drum his fingers in a specific pattern whenever he thought of you; the pattern that the both of you later found out was morse code for “my love.” johnny had the faintest memory of memorizing morse code in middle school, but hadn’t realized that it was still embedded in his subconsciousness. 

you had loved him all the more.

[10:47 pm]

“kiss me like you love me,” you breathe as you lean into johnny, his warm breath brushing over your lips as his hands gently take hold on your waist.

johnny’s eyes seem to kiss your eyes just as passionately as his lips kiss your lips - until your eyelids flutter shut under his insatiable dark brown gaze. his hands have made their way up your torso and are entangled in your hair, his long fingers softly holding your head as he leans down to meet his lips with yours. johnny’s mind pleads with him to savor this moment with slow, tender kisses upon your lips, but his heart races so fast that he can barely think.

johnny has been dreaming about this very moment since sophomore year of high school: the year he realized he did love his best friend. he had dreamt about this very moment every time you tucked your hair behind your ear; every time your mutual friends teased the two of you for bickering like an old married couple; every time you introduced johnny to your new boyfriend with a cute giggle and a peck johnny always wished was for himself; every time you wore his oversized light blue hoodie for heartbreak sleepovers, wrapped in his arms and crying over a movie and your breakup as he ran his hands over your hair comfortingly.

johnny has dreamt about this moment so often that he doesn’t understand how you can tell him to kiss you like he loves you - how you can be so oblivious to the fact that he’s loved you and your endearing, pink-cheeked smile for years on end.

johnny swallows back the three words clawing at his throat - begging to be let free just to be shattered into pieces - as he pulls you closer. “kiss me like you love me,” he repeats in a breath, and hopes you didn’t hear his voice cracking ever so slightly.

[7:38 pm]

you and best friend!johnny watch the orange-pink sunset from the roof of his house, your head leaning on his chest. you’re sitting by his side, your legs across his lap and his arms resting on your legs. the two of you are enveloped by the fluffy grey blanket johnny stole from your house years ago and “accidentally” took back to korea. soft music plays from his phone a few feet away, the sound fading into the orange sky.

you haven’t done anything like this with johnny in years - much less even seen him in person in a while - because of johnny’s busy schedule and constant practice. so when johnny had finally gotten his first long vacation in years, he had decided to come see you. (to be fair, it was also to see his parents, but he promised you were big part of the reason he decided to come back to chicago rather than travel france with the rest of his members.)

johnny missed you more than you can imagine. johnny has always been an amazing listener, especially for his members - he is the one all the members go to if they have a problem they want to rant about. but whenever johnny needs to rant, he always calls you. and you listen to johnny, whether it’s 2 am or 2 pm - and he loves to do the same for you despite his busy schedule.

to johnny, you’re his best friend and favorite listener - his partner in crime, his go-to call for winter ice cream, his cooking buddy for messy aftermaths and ugly cakes, his most feared enemy in snowball fights, his favorite person to crack inside jokes with, his best human pillow for daytime naps.

and as johnny rests his head on yours, absentmindedly toying with your fingers as he murmurs whatever comes to mind, he knows that you’re genuinely listening to him and he feels as if he is finally, truly home.

[12:11 am]

johnny’s always been a great listener, and he’s always been there for you. you sob into his chest as he rubs circles into your back, murmuring “it’s okay, it’s okay” into your hair. 

“oh dear, who hurt you?” his eyes are filled with concern as he cups your face gently, his large warm fingers wiping away the fat teardrops that fall from your eyes as if they have a mind of their own. you don’t tell him, but johnny can tell from the look in your eyes. “it’s okay, you’re with me now. no one’s going to hurt you,” he murmurs, and you know it’s true. 

you hiccup and hug him tighter. johnny lets you soak his sweater with overflowing tears. you heave breaths as you try to suppress your tears, suddenly feeling bad that you’re putting this burden on johnny. “j-johnny, i-i’m sorry.” you hiccup again as tears flood your eyes.

“why are you apologizing? hey,” johnny says, trying to get your attention. he gently places his hands on both of your shoulders. “hey. look at me.” you break into a sob as soon as you meet his eyes. “come here,” he says, pulling you back into a hug. you feel so safe, so loved, so complete in his arms. you want to stay forever.

“i love you,” he says softly, warm hand wiping your tears. “i love you.” it’s so genuine, so real. you can’t stop crying, but you know you don’t have to stop in front of johnny. “you’re safe with me. i love you.”

never have i ever - pt.1

warnings: cursing, drinking, brief mentions of sex in dialogue, fluff??, angst (nothing explicit)

word count: 2k

summary: you play never have i ever with four friends - jaehyun, who sulks because he’s just thrown a party for a boy who doesn’t seem to have any interest in him; doyoung, who has an alcohol tolerance as (surprisingly) strong as his tendency to tease johnny; johnny, your best friend since high school who apparently wants to kiss someone in the room; and mark, the sweet boy who blushes when you smile at him.

pairings: college!best friend!johnny x reader x college!mark -> choose your own adventure! (two parts total)

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you feel so giddily drunk that you can ignore how the bass of the loud music downstairs thumps against your eardrums. johnny has an arm wrapped around your shoulder, sitting on the mini couch as you lean back into him. both of you are clearly drunk and clearly too big for the small sofa, his side squished beneath your back and your legs entangled. johnny mumbles something inaudible and you nod, your mind too clouded to ask your best friend to repeat what he’d said. your attention is more focused on the game between you, johnny, and the three boys in the friend group he’d inserted you into five months ago. you’d known all of them since high school, but hadn’t really talked until the five of you happened to go to the same college. you start to think you regret not befriending them sooner, but immediately scratch out the thought when you remember the time you’d seen freshman jaehyun eat his booger during class.

“never have i ever hosted a big ass party just to stay in my room,” mark giggles from the rug, snapping you from your own thoughts. mark hasn’t had much alcohol tonight, but his cheeks are bright pink and he already seems slightly drunk. “drink up, jaehyun.”

“you can’t do that,” jaehyun protests, glaring at his friend. “this game is stupid.” he jokingly kicks mark’s leg from his spot on the rug next to mark.

“you wouldn’t be playing this stupid game if you were still downstairs trying to impress that boy you threw this party for,” doyoung grins. he’s laying on his stomach on jaehyun’s bed, his red cup set on the floor. “what was his name? taehoon?”

“taeyong,” jaehyun corrects, his ears reddening. he rolls his eyes. “and i didn’t throw the party for him.”

“whatever you say,” doyoung laughs as jaehyun throws the pillow he’s hugging at him. “come on, mark. do another one.”

“never have i ever had sex in a car,” mark blurts, and giggles when jaehyun drinks again. “shit, really? you don’t even have a car.”

"wasn’t mine,” jaehyun mumbles. it’s barely audible, but johnny certainly hears - and notices the way jaehyun looks at him warily.

“shit, don’t tell me it’s mine,” johnny says, his eyes widening.

“ ‘m sorry,” jaehyun groans, and johnny throws his now-empty cup at jaehyun. jaehyun lets it hit him on the shoulder out of guilt, silently refilling it and setting it next to the sofa.

"that’s so fucking gross,” johnny wrinkles his nose. “i’m never lending you my car keys again.”

“it’s not like you didn’t do the same thing on jaehyun’s bed,” you giggle. johnny gasps and practically shoves you off the sofa as you laugh, clinging onto his shoulder to stay on.

“are you serious?” jaehyun’s mouth drops open. “dude!”

doyoung slowly climbs off jaehyun’s bed, taking his seat next to jaehyun on the rug. 

“sorry,” johnny bites his lip, cringing as he remembers. “it was, like, years ago. let’s call it even?” he offers, and jaehyun’s about to say something but he shuts his mouth and nods instead. johnny glares at you and slaps your back for good measure, to which you yelp and glare back at your best friend. “never have i ever not had my first kiss,” he smirks.

“is that even allowed?” mark furrows his eyebrows.

“i don’t give a fuck if i don’t have to drink,” jaehyun shrugs. doyoung nods, tracing his finger over the rim of his cup absentmindedly.

“i hate you so fucking much,” you mumble into johnny’s ear as you sip from your cup. 

johnny grins.

“holy shit, are you for real?” jaehyun blurts. “i thought you dated jungwoo in high school.”

you wrinkle your nose at the mention of your high school ex of three years. “he was sweet, though we never really did anything more than hold hands and kiss each other’s cheeks. he said he was being careful, but i don’t think he actually ever liked me.”

“pretty sure he’s gay,” doyoung quips in. his eyes dart around the room as everyone turns to him, confused. “what? i thought everyone knew.”

“i mean, that explains a lot,” you sigh. johnny chuckles.

“you know, i could help with, um, that,” mark says playfully, but the way his cheeks blush darker pink gives evidence to the fact that he’s not really joking.

“i’d like it,” you joke, to which mark’s cheeks flush an even brighter red. you shift to a more comfortable position as you feel johnny tense up beneath you. “never have i ever had a wet dream about a celebrity.”

no one drinks.

you shrug. “worth a try.”

doyoung’s eyes flash with amusement at an idea that pops to his mind. “what about - never have i ever had a wet dream about one of my friends.”

johnny shoots doyoung a murderous look, to which the latter teasingly returns an innocent smile. he leans over to grab his cup next to jaehyun, who has already drank from his cup. 

“seriously?” you say, furrowing your eyebrows as johnny ignores you. “who was it?” you can’t imagine which of your mutual friends it might be - or maybe it isn’t one of your mutual friends.

“i’m not telling,” he grumbles, “i’m never telling doyoung anything again.”

“don’t be petty, john,” jaehyun cooes, but it sounds more like a drawl with the amount of alcohol he’s been consuming. “it happens to the best of us.”

“doesn’t happen to me,” doyoung hums playfully and winks at you before passing the beer so that jaehyun and mark can refill their cups. you don’t notice that mark had emptied his cup until he fans his extremely red face with a cough.

it’s jaehyun’s turn. jaehyun taps his fingers against his cup in thought before he practically laughs at his own idea. “never have i - never have i ever thought of kissing someone in this room,” jaehyun stifles drunk giggles as doyoung grins, as if he knows something the others don’t.

you blush, knowing what jaehyun had intended from the previous questions. you and mark simultaneously drink from your cups, cheeks flaming.

“i think you have to drink too, jae,” doyoung smiles, and jaehyun’s brows cross in thought before he nods.

“shit, you’re right,” jaehyun laughs. “johnny, you too, come on.”

johnny looks like he would break jaehyun’s precious game console if he’d been given the chance. he groans. “i don’t know why i agreed to this game.”

jaehyun giggles. “i love you,” he mockingly bats his eyelashes up at his friend.

“no,” johnny deadpans, throwing his empty cup at him again. jaehyun catches it this time with another giggle, doing the favor of filling it up to compensate for leaking his secret.

“you never told me you were bi,” you say, feeling slightly left out of the joke. johnny had never mentioned being attracted to a boy, much less mentioned being attracted to jaehyun. you’d thought you were johnny’s best friend, but maybe he didn’t trust you with everything. “when did you and jaehyun kiss?”

jaehyun chokes on his drink, sputtering as his eyes meet yours. “what? we didn’t-” he coughs, and clears his throat. jaehyun suppresses another drunk giggle as a realization comes to mind. “we didn’t.”

“just shut up,” johnny rolls his eyes. “you’re so fucking dumb.” you pout in mock hurt. johnny ignores it, glaring at jaehyun and doyoung. “and seriously, you guys. drop it.”

doyoung purses his lips to contain his laughter, and jaehyun giggles. you’re rather confused at the silent interaction between the three boys - and mark is too, from the confused look in his eyes. 

you feel slightly nauseous. perhaps it’s partly because of the alcohol, but you suspect it’s because of the idea that you seem to know much less about johnny than two people he’d only befriended a few years ago. 

you tap your fingers against the arm of the sofa, subconsciously shifting a bit away from johnny. it’s a wary habit of yours that johnny immediately notices.

“it’s nothing, (y/n), i promise,” he sighs. “i... i need a break.” johnny gets up from his seat, dislodging you in the process. your eyebrows knit together in confusion when johnny leaves the room, the door slamming behind him as if to release his repressed frustration.

“shit, he’s mad,” jaehyun mutters, “did we go too far?”

doyoung nods, getting up from his spot on the rug. “we should go talk to him.” he eyes you and mark before nodding at jaehyun to follow him. “let’s go.”

the door shuts behind jaehyun and doyoung, and you and mark make eye contact in both confusion and nervousness. you stare at mark and he stares at you for what seems like an eternity but is probably only a moment - and the two of you break out into giggles at the awkward situation. 

"that was kinda crazy,” you say with a grin. you’re still worried about johnny, but the lighter mood seems to replace the tension buzzing in the room. “i honestly don’t know what’s happening.”

mark nods, humming in agreement. “i feel like i’m missing out on something. i didn’t know the three of them were that close, you know?”

“right?” you say, heart racing at the fact that mark agreed. “it feels like- like i don’t really know anything about johnny.”

mark suddenly takes an interest in the blue zig-zags of jaehyun’s carpet, tracing the patterns with his finger. “um,” he starts, “are you and johnny um - i mean, do you, like,” he gulps. your eyes dart from his fingers to his face, perplexed. “do you like johnny?”

your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you wave your hands. “no!” you exclaim, louder than you mean to. you cringe. “i mean, no. we’re just friends - best friends since high school.” you frown. “at least i think so.”

“good,” mark blurts, and blushes immediately as a smile carves its way on your face. “i-i mean, that’s good.”

you think it’s cute - or rather, you think he’s cute. it’s not as if you’d been completely oblivious to the way mark snuck glances at you in the library during group study sessions, or the way mark would always remember your favorite strawberry drink without asking whenever he brought food, or the way his cheeks blushed whenever you told him he looked cute today. if you had a type, it would probably be adorable, bright, giggly mark lee - not tall, handsome, sensible johnny suh. wait, what?

you shake the thought from your mind, smiling at mark. “why do you ask?” you say. you both know the answer already, and the words hang between you in jaehyun’s dimly-lit bedroom, waiting to be plucked out of thin air.

“do you want to go out for coffee sometime?” mark smiles, the corners of his pretty pink lips pursing into his cheeks. it’s a shy smile that accompanies wide, sparkling eyes that look up at you from the rug in anticipation. “this time, not as, well, friends.”

“yes,” you say - it comes out as more of a breath than a statement, and it makes you wonder if you mirror the same anticipation in mark’s eyes. “i’d love to.”

the door suddenly bangs open, and both of you whip your heads to see johnny stumbling from the doorway - as if he’d been leaning on it. he quickly regains his balance, but is frozen in place, eyes flickering between you and mark. “i,” johnny starts. he can’t seem to continue. the loud music that had been muffled by the door is now beating in your ears, only adding to your prior headache.

“h-have you been there for...?” you lick your lips, which suddenly feel parched. 

johnny clears his throat. “no,” he says, but can’t look you in the eyes, staring at the floor instead. 

you know he’s lying - how could you not, after all the years you’d known him? but why would he lie? your mind nags you, and you push the thought to the back of your mind. johnny obviously doesn’t feel comfortable telling you about whatever’s happening to him. your eyes sting, and you swallow thickly to prevent yourself from crying. 

“i need a breath,” you mutter, getting up from the sofa to make your way down jaehyun’s stairs. you think you see something like regret in johnny’s dark brown eyes, but you’re so upset that you intentionally shove past him on your way out the door and storm outside. 

it’s dark and cold. jaehyun’s house is rather big - especially compared to the dorms most students live in - and rather far from any of the dorms. the chilly night air brushes up against your cheeks, and you don’t feel the strength to walk back to your dorm in the endless darkness right now. you groan and make your way to the side of jaehyun’s house, right next to a window in the living room that provides a dim light on the asphalt ground. your legs buckle as you lean against the wall besides the window, head between your legs as you try to calm your headache. you want to scream - and cry - and laugh. “shit,” you blurt, finally, and almost laugh at the word.

“hey,” a quiet voice interrupts your thoughts, a soothing breeze in midst of the storm. “let’s go, i’ll walk you home.”

it’s time to choose.

who is the person who follows you outside? is it

mark: the cute boy who blushes when you smile at him but has successfully asked you out on a coffee date?

or

johnny: your best friend who has been acting strange recently but who still holds a special place in your heart?

voting has ended! part 2 here

never have i ever - pt. 2 (johnny)

part one here, read for leadup :)

warnings: cursing, nerf gun??

word count: 2.8 k

[you chose:]

johnny, your best friend who has been acting strange recently but who still holds a special place in your heart.

“hey,” a quiet voice interrupts your thoughts, a soothing breeze in midst of the storm. “let’s go, i’ll walk you home.”

you raise your head to see johnny, who smiles softly when he meets your eyes. you swallow thickly again, really not wanting to cry. “johnny, i just need a few minutes alone,” you tell him, placing your head back on your folded legs. 

johnny sighs, and shuffling noises make you look up to come directly face-to-face with your best friend. “boo?” he offers. johnny’s crouching on the asphalt ground across from you. 

you let out a small smile and short breath at his joking attempt to scare you, and johnny returns your smile.

you know you’re being dramatic - johnny obviously has many friends besides you, and you can’t expect to be his closest friend forever. he’ll have secrets that he keeps from you and not from other friends.

but johnny knows everything about you, from the smallest things that can brighten your day to your deepest secret that digs its way up your throat and tries to suffocate you every now and then. johnny’s always there for you when you cry, whether it’s over the phone or him running down the street to your dorm to calm you as you shake. he’s been there since high school, and you’d like to think you’d been there for him, too.

you know johnny could do so much better than a shitty best friend like you with nothing much to offer. you need him more than he needs you, and perhaps that’s why you feel terrified at the prospect that maybe you’re not johnny’s best friend anymore. a tear drips down your cheek at the realization, and you quickly reach up to wipe it, hoping johnny didn’t see.

johnny sucks in a breath. he definitely saw. “is it something i did?” he says softly. you shake your head. his jaw clenches, “did-did something happen with mark?”

“no!” you say, a little too fast for the second time tonight. johnny raises an eyebrow. “no, really. he didn’t make me sad or anything. he made me happy, actually.” did he? you think he did, at least.

johnny stares at the asphalt. “that’s good. why are you upset, then?”

“i’m just being overdramatic,” you shrug, and fib, “i’m on my period.”

johnny almost rolls his eyes. “don’t lie about your period, you had it last week.” 

you flush, suddenly remembering that you’d asked johnny to bring you some pads in an emergency last week. “shit, i did.” you grin sheepishly. “well, maybe it’s a post-period mood swing? it’s nothing, don’t worry.”

“your emotions aren’t irrelevant,” johnny says. you’re silent. he stands, brushing his jeans off. “come on, let’s get ice cream for your post-period mood swing,” he jokes and holds a hand out for you to take.

you smile and grab his hand, pulling yourself up. “only if you pay.”

johnny laughs, a deep, soothing, happy sound that rings through the empty street. “i’ll pay if you get there first.” johnny starts off running, and your eyes widen.

“hey!” you whisper-shout, cautious not to wake any of the neighbors who are still sleeping through the bass of the music vibrating through jaehyun’s walls. you run after your best friend, who’s already gotten a head start down the street. as you grab onto the back of johnny’s jean jacket and lightly yank him back - johnny laughing and latching his hands around your waist to prevent you from running ahead - you feel like you’re the two high school juniors who snuck out of their houses at ten for boba again.

you and johnny eventually run out of breath, and johnny promises to pay for ice cream since neither of you can run another block. he keeps his promise, paying for your rainbow sherbet and his chocolate ice cream cone at the counter. 

“out with your girlfriend?” asks the cashier, a middle-aged man who smiles at the two of you like you’re his own children.

you expect johnny to tell him you’re not dating, but johnny simply smiles at the cashier. “thank you for the ice cream.” 

you frown in confusion as you trail after johnny, who’s walking ahead of you. “why didn’t you tell him?” you say when you catch up.

“tell him what?” johnny says. maybe it’s your imagination, but his cheeks seem redder than usual - it’s probably the cold air nipping at his skin.

“you know what,” you say, your eyes narrowed.

johnny blushes. “i don’t know,” he says bluntly. when you open your mouth again, he suddenly points to a few blocks ahead. “look, the carnival’s here already!”

it’s a small pop-up, traveling carnival with questionable rides and almost certainly rigged games that comes to the town every year at about this time for a week. a few students and many kids attend the carnival like a religious ceremony. you haven’t been to the carnival with johnny, but you also haven’t seen johnny ever this excited about something like the carnival before - you strongly suspect he’s just trying to distract you from whatever you were going to say. you oblige him, though, as he pulls your hand like a puppy on a leash.

“let’s go, hm?” he says when you’re by the entrance, and you’re reminded of a large puppy as he looks at you with those wide pleading eyes. 

you laugh. “okay, let’s go.”

johnny beams and leads you inside. “i’ve never been here.”

you’re not quite sure why johnny’s not letting go of your hand even after you’re inside, but you tell yourself it’s the alcohol getting to him. “i came here with mina last year,” you say, remembering how your friend almost strangled a booth manager when he said her prize was ‘unavailable at the moment.’ you can’t seem to tell johnny with his enthusiastic expression that it sucked, though. “it was cool.” you aren’t completely lying; you did have a good time with mina.

“i haven’t been to a carnival since i was twelve,” johnny smiles, cheerfully swinging your interlocked hands as you walk together. you feel like you’re dating johnny for a second - johnny with his pretty smile and his gentle hands and his soft voice. butterflies swirl inside your stomach at the thought of dating your best friend.

“really?” you say, swallowing your emotions down for the umpteenth time that night. “who’d you go with?”

“i think it was my dad,” johnny says after thought. as you look at him, you can’t help but think he looks handsome even under the dim red and yellow lights of the carnival. “do you have something you want to do?”

you shrug. “i’m not particularly good at anything.”

“me neither,” johnny grins. “wanna try that?” he juts his chin out to a shooting booth. 

“that’s so cliché,” you wrinkle your nose playfully. “you choose a shooting booth out of all of these?”

“come on,” johnny laughs and pulls at your hand. “you have to give me a chance to impress you at something.”

you know he’s joking, but you can’t help but blush as he tugs you along. the booth manager - an extremely bored-looking man in his late twenties - mutters something about stupid couples. “five dollars per ten shots,” he gestures to a target with gold, red, and blue rings that is placed a few meters behind him. “blue is a keychain, red is a plushie, and gold is a jumbo doll.”

it’s expensive, the target is almost impossibly minuscule, and the game is probably rigged. “maybe we should do something else,” you tell johnny, who pouts with earnest eyes that seem to beg please. you purse your lips. “fine, but don’t blame me if you lose all your money.”

johnny grins, handing the man a five dollar bill. “you know, i was lying when i said i’m not particularly good at anything.” he’s rather arrogant as he holds the toy shotgun with one hand - even going as far to wink at you before his first shot. he misses the target completely.

you giggle. “you’re right. you’re particularly bad at this.”

johnny pouts once more, grinning. “i’ll do better next time.” the next eight shots don’t hit anywhere near the target either, though, and he groans. “this has to be rigged.”

“let me try,” you say, curious. you aim the toy gun and pull the trigger as the nerf dart shoots out, the recoil pushing you back slightly. 

“oh, shit,” johnny says, his eyes sparkling as he wraps you in a big quick hug in his excitement. “that was awesome!”

you’re confused until you look over johnny’s shoulder to see that your nerf dart had landed on the edge of the blue ring. “oh, shit!” you say, a bit dumbfounded. “i got it!”

“pick one,” the booth manager passively pushes a rather dusty box of keychains towards you and johnny. 

johnny peers over your shoulder as you turn towards the box - an assortment of colorful, cheap-looking plastic keychains. you’re just happy you got the target, though. “wanna choose, johnny?” you coo at the tall boy as if he’s a child.

johnny blushes. “what?”

“pick one,” you say, pulling him closer to the box by his hand. “it’s your money anyways.”

“you won it,” johnny says. “pick one for me. it’ll mean more, then.”

your heart skips. had johnny’s dark eyes always been so pretty, his voice always been so pleasant, his hand in yours always been so large and soft? it must be the carnival lights and the endless night sky making you insanely sentimental. you shake yourself from your thoughts as johnny smiles at you in eager anticipation, turning your eyes towards the keychains. “hm,” you hum as you trace your fingers over the plastic keychains. “what about this one?” you hold up a keychain with a plastic teddy bear attached to it. something about it reminds you of johnny - it might be because johnny’s always there for a hug whenever you need him, or it might simply be because johnny’s sweater under his jacket is the same shade of brown as the keychain.

johnny grins. “cute.”

your heart skips again. “g-good,” you stumble over your words, trying to repair the mistake with a confident smile at the booth manager. “thanks.”

the man rolls his eyes and pushes the keychain box back into its original spot. you and johnny take that as a cue to leave. johnny tucks the keychain into his pocket as the two of you stroll through the carnival, eyeing other sketchy booths. johnny asks if you want to go on one of the thriller rides - your eyes widen as you shake your head, telling him you think you read a news article about someone who broke a bone on one of them. johnny ruffles your hair - to which you glare at him - and tells you he’s very skeptical.

“i don’t think we’ve ever been to an amusement park together,” you say as johnny reaches for the cotton candy the two of you are sharing. you’re sitting on a stone bench as you watch one of the rides swing dangerously high. 

“we haven’t,” johnny munches on the cotton candy, humming absentmindedly as his eyes follow the bright lights of the swinging ride. you can hear the muffled screams of people on the ride from far away. “i don’t think there were any amusement parks near our neighborhood in high school.”

“i feel like almost every time we intentionally see each other, it’s in a classroom, one of our dorms, or at a café,” you smile, a sweet aftertaste of the cotton candy on your tongue. you lick your lips. “we should do something else, maybe invite some of our other high school friends to do something together.”

“that would be fun,” johnny smiles, remembering the high school friend group the two of you used to be close with. “i miss them.” you nod in agreement, taking another bite of cotton candy. “by the way, are you really going out with mark for coffee?”

your tongue suddenly feels bitter, as if you already feel the taste of coffee on the tip of your tongue. “i told him i was,” you say. “i think he might like me?” it’s more of a question than a statement. 

johnny’s staring at the ride, but his eyes seem to be unfocused. “do you like him?”

you don’t know how to respond. it’s true that you appreciate the cute boy’s lovable blush and caring demeanor, and it’s true that he’s objectively attractive with his masculine cheekbones and wide eyes - but you’re not quite sure if you actually like mark. “i don’t know,” you say honestly. “but i want to see if it works out.”

“i-i don’t want you to go,” johnny says.

you blink, head whipping towards johnny. “what?” you’re not sure if you heard that right.

johnny bites his lip, still staring at the ride as if he’s afraid of looking you in the eyes. “i don’t want you to go.” 

it feels like the butterflies you’d swallowed down are making their way back up your throat. “i- what?” you feel utterly stupid, but you can’t seem to comprehend what’s happening. he’s silent. “johnny?”

johnny finally turns towards you, his eyes meeting your own. his breath hitches, but he chokes the words out. “i like you, you know,”

no, you definitely didn’t know. the words are at the tip of your tongue, but you bite them back because they don’t seem quite appropriate. besides, you don’t think your brain would let you say anything coherent right now with your heart jumping out of your chest.

johnny’s heart races with adrenaline. maybe it’s the spur of the moment, the dim red and yellow carnival lights, and the endless night that drives him crazy at this moment - or maybe it’s just the cheap alcohol at jaehyun’s place finally getting to his head. “i like you a lot.” his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back, and he can’t help but notice your shocked expression. “fuck, i can’t believe you didn’t know.” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. “i thought it was really obvious - and jaehyun and doyoung kept throwing those really obvious signals.”

you almost sputter. “t-that was about me?” you say, your face heating up as you remember the questions jaehyun and doyoung had asked during the game.

“oh - i shouldn’t have said that,” johnny mutters, his own cheeks a scarlet red as he remembers the questions they’d asked. he ruffles his hair again. “now it’s gonna be really awkward, isn’t it?”

you giggle, but a thousand thoughts storm your mind and a million butterflies storm your stomach. 

“let’s get home,” johnny smiles. this time, you know it’s not the dim carnival lights or the infinite night that makes your heart skip. you nod. 

the two of you walk home in comfortable silence, johnny coming to terms with an answer you never gave and you letting your thoughts run wild inside your head. you’ve always known johnny was handsome, sensible, caring. as you think about johnny’s pretty smile, johnny’s gentle hands, and johnny’s gentle voice, you realize that every time he’d wrap you in a hug, you’d stop crying; every time he looked upset, you’d be bothered for the rest of your own day; and every time he smiled at you, your heart would skip a beat. you realize that if you had a type, it would be tall, handsome, sensible johnny with his pretty smile, endearing bear hugs, and a heart even larger than himself - and you do have a type.

johnny’s steps slow as the two of you arrive at your dorm - johnny’s dorm is a few more blocks down. “goodnight,” johnny says, showing you his pretty smile another time. his eyes dart from your eyes to the sidewalk nervously, as if you might tell him you don’t want to be best friends anymore. 

“johnny,” you start, and his eyes meet yours again. you can see a mixture of regret and anticipation in them, but you choose to ignore it because the butterflies are already threatening to burst out of your stomach. you’ve never been good with words, no matter how simple they need to be. you take a deep breath before tugging johnny down by the collar of his jean jacket and pressing a kiss to his lips. johnny tastes like cotton candy and his soft hair that brushes against your forehead smells like the same lavender shampoo he’s used ever since you can remember. as you pull apart, you wonder if your face is as flustered as johnny’s is.

“i,” johnny says, the smile you adore spreading across his face along with the blush. “i- you like me?”

“i like you,” you repeat, finally finding the words you’d been looking for. you beam. “i like you, johnny.”

johnny laughs, and it’s the happiest laugh you’ve ever heard escape your best friend’s lips. his hands wrap around your waist as he lifts and spins you quickly, and you squeal in surprise. he laughs again, pressing another soft cotton candy kiss to your lips. “i like you, (y/n).”

NSFW Johnny A-Z

(gender neutral reader) Remember that this is purely fictional, and not necessarily an accurate description of the members

Aftercare (How/ How much)

Johnny would absolutely worship you. God tier after care from this man for sure. Cleans you up with the softest touch, and speaks softly to you the whole time. Complimenting you and making sure he soothes you if you’re extra worked up after. Offers to run you a bath and do all the work for you if you need it. Will cuddle you to sleep and place soft kisses all over your face while you fall asleep in his arms.

Body parts (fav on self and partner)

Let’s face it you’re probably shorter than him because he’s just so tall. Since you’re so tiny your head is the easiest for him to reach and he loves placing kisses on the top of your head, playing with your hair, cupping your face in his hands, etc.

He also definitely likes smacking your ass every chance he gets. Even in public, if no one is looking, you better believe he’s gonna quickly smack it. He just can’t resist it.

On himself, he’s proud of his whole physique honestly because we all know that Johnny works out a lot. He’s toned af and he knows it only makes him even hotter.

Cum (where/how etc)

He seems like the type to want to come inside you. Whether that be down there or in you mouth, he loves the feeling of filling you up and sharing the intimate/lewd moment.

Dirty Secret (wants to try, or embarrassing incident)

Wants to try cockwarming but won’t ask you about it because he knows you love his usual aftercare. Doesn’t wanna take that away from you by staying inside of you instead of cleaning you up after.

Experience 

You canNOT convince me this guy hasn’t had sex. No way on planet earth Johnathon hasn’t slept with at LEAST one person. I wouldn’t be surprised if he lost his virginity in high school. Sorry not sorry 🙄✋

He definitely knows his way around. Could def eat someone out with ease because he’s totally done it before.

Favorite Position

Y/N while watching a game on tv with Johnny: Babe what’s your favorite position? J: Any position where I can see you squirming under me

y/n smacking his chest: shut up Johnny! I was asking about soccer you whore. 🙄

fr though I can definitely see this man choking you and just generally liking any position where you look particularly submissive. LOVES when you ride him too though.

Goofy (how serious/goofy during sex)

Not afraid to make fun of you a little during sex, but he takes things pretty seriously for the most part. Might laugh or smirk at you if you’re acting super needy for him. But he means business when he’s fucking you.

Hair (how groomed + preferences)

Might shave on occasion if he feels like it, but usually can’t be bothered. Couldn’t care less whether you’re shaved. Will absolutely go down on you either way.

Intimacy (romantic/rough etc.)

Ugh sex with Johnny would just be so freaking good 😩😩

You will be on your knees for this man. He has such a way with words and has your ears turning red instantly once he starts sweet talking you. Flirts with you and teases you constantly throughout out the night until your begging. Fucks you good and hard once you’re both too horny to hold back. So good to you and makes things amazing and exciting for you both every single time.

Jack off (how often)

Doesn’t really need to Jack off anymore once you guys start dating because he can just ask you for sex whenever he needs it. Will 100% invite you to watch him though if he ever does feel the urge to jerk off.

You once asked him for phone sex which made him laugh at you. He made fun of you until he realized you were being serious. He immediately obliged once he figured out you weren’t joking at all. Enjoyed it even more than you.

Kinks 

Nothing too wild. He loves to dominate you in any way you ask him to though. Whether it be choking, bondage, or orgasm control, he loves to make you squirm under his control. You guys have a safe word though because he wants to be absolutely sure that it’s never too much for you even if you’re the one who usually requests things.

Location (fav place)

Anywhere that will let you both be loud. He makes a lot of noise, and more importantly makes you make a lot of noise.

Usually takes you to his room when the other members are all gone or at least far enough away they won’t hear anything. Sometimes leads you to the shower for a little extra noise to cover up your moans.

Motivation (turn ons)

Absolutely melts when you initiate things. If you start kissing his neck he will scoop you up and carry you off to the bedroom so fast.

If you’re a little too bold though he’ll tease you and put you in your place. He secretly likes seeing you try to flirt with him though and thinks it’s hot how horny you are for him.

No (turn-offs or wouldn’t be into)

Like I said, he’s a true dom. He definitely prefers to be the one in control and wouldn’t be a fan of you trying to take the lead. He might let you try for a second, but very quickly puts you back in your place.

Oral (preferences)

Taught you everything you know about sucking dick. He knows what he likes and being sucked off is definitely something he likes. So he makes sure you know how to do it properly. Giving him a bj is often the beginning of a long night for the two of you.

Call him the pussy/dick king cuz he knows what he’s doing. Tongue game is so strong. He will have you cumming in seconds.

Pace (how fast/rough)

Knows how to take his time fore sure. Good luck lasting the whole night cuz he’s gonna fuck you good and slow all night long.

Quickie (thoughts on quickies)

He would 100% be down for a quicky. He’ll slip away to the bathroom with you anytime and rock your world as quickly as possible. Would come back so causally too. No one would know what you guys had been doing just seconds ago when you return to the rest of the group until they saw your dazed face.

Risk (how risky)

Johnny figures the members all already know what you guys have been up to, so he’s not afraid to slip away with you even when the boys are just a room over. If someone walks in he won’t be ashamed at all. Will yell at them to get out of course, but he’s not that embarrassed.

Stamina (how long + how many rounds)

Lasts too long for your own good. He’ll keep asking you to go another round until you have to beg him to stop because you just can’t take it anymore. Would fuck you all day long if he could.

Toys (own or use any)

I can see him using vibrators on you for sure. He loves to pleasure you and he loves to control your orgasms, and a toy would just make it that much easier. He knows he’s good in bed too, so he doesn’t feel undignified using toys at all.

Unfair (how much teasing)

Makes fun of you all the time for being in heat. If you start dry humping him or even straight up tell him you’re horny, he would definitely tease you for it before giving in. The type to make you beg for things and tell you to “use your words”.

Volume (volume during sex)

Grunts a lot if he’s fucking you and sighs in pleasure when you’re jerking/sucking him off. Usually lets you do all the moaning though and tends to talk to you a lot during sex.

Wild card

If you have a dick:

Once requested you let him ride you instead for a change. He was still topping you and taking the lead of course, but he rode the shit out of you. Had both of your eyes rolling back in your heads. You clawed at his back the whole time as he rode you at an animalistic pace. Wore the scratches on his back proudly the next day as you and the neos went swimming at the beach.

If you get periods:

He read up on periods just for you because he knew you get awful cramps every month. He found an article that said orgasms can help relieve the pain, and he convinced you to try. You were a little shy at first because you knew you’d be getting blood all over his torso and his member, but he assured you he didn’t mind at all. You guys found out that day that the article was definitely correct. Whether it be the pain relief or just the distraction, you definitely felt better than usual that day.

X-ray (length, girth, curve)

Big. dick. energy. Do I even need to say more? He’s definitely above average in both girth and length. From his height to his energy, all signs point to B I G D I C K.

Yearning (sex drive/ hornieness)

If he wasn’t so busy you guys could honestly have sex everyday. He has self control of course and doesn’t spend all his time being horny. But if you ever want him to fuck you…he’s there.

Zzz (how fast to fall asleep after)

He doesn’t get that tired even after a long night. If you want him to stay up with you and talk or watch something he’ll be so down. But if you want to sleep, he’ll sing you to sleep, stroke your hair, tell a story, or do whatever you might need to lull yourself to sleep. Probably won’t fall asleep for a while after you, but he doesn’t mind at all.

tall boy＾＾

fluff ☆彡

pairing: short gn!reader x tall classmate!johnny

highschool setting | highschool au

johnny has always teased you.

you’ve known each other since 4th grade yet still throughout your high school years, johnny never misses an opportunity to get you worked up.

even though he was really only an inconvenience, you enjoyed having classes with johnny.

“hey give it back!”

you whine as johnny lifted up your pencil case higher into the air, extending his arm way up out of your reach, taking it as far as stepping up onto a chair, allowing him to briefly brush against the considerably low ceiling with his fingertips.

“mm-mm.”

johnny proudly shakes his head no.

you’ve watched johnny grow up. you’ve seen how he’s changed and grown, and how much taller he’s gotten. and as much as you hated it, for some reason your heart couldn’t help but flutter a little when he did things like this to tease you, taking advantage of the huge height different between the two of you.

“i said give it back you bozo.”

you jumped up and down and flailed your arms in the air in hopes you could grasp onto your belongings. you only looked ridiculous.

his lips curled into a smile.

“and what if i don’t...” johnny said tauntingly as he lowered his head to your level, keeping his chin up, squinting his eyes as he shook his head side to side to appear playfully intimidating.

a bit flustered at the sudden proximity of his face to yours, you tried to find your words.

“then i’ll- then i’ll- i’ll-”

you were cut off by the abrupt silence of the room and the familiar voice of your teacher.

johnny eagerly rushed back to his desk.

all the attention is on you. confused, you look around and notice all the heads turned your direction…your hands still in the air, slowly making their way back to the sides of your torso.

“good morning students, welcome to class.” your teacher cleared his throat. “y/n, do we have a problem here?”

you were bright red from the embarrassment of your entire class staring right at you after making a scene.

“no sir… my apologies.” you blurted out with cracks in your voice.

johnny glared at you from the side of his eye in amusement, but also just as much fear, as you locked eyes with him.

“johnny suh i’m gonna kill you…” you threatened under your breath, while giving an awkward reassuring smile to your teacher before heading to your seat.

johnny tensed up.

hi this is the first thing like this that ive ever written so ya i hope you liked it

also i have no idea what im doing

project: dance, dance, revolution

summary - you hate that ai robots are beginning to take over the entertainment industry, but you have no choice than to help them. but what if it all didn't turn out to be what you thought it was?

pairing - johnny and fem!reader

genre - strangers-to-lovers!au, robot!au, comedy, fluff

word count - 10.101

warnings - cw! food, there might be some grammatical errors... i'm depending on grammarly on this one

author's note - this is for @pastelsicheng's ai project #14320 collab! this was honestly such a challenge for me since i have been in a writing slump for over two years i believe, but i'm glad it gave me the push i need. i am still super rusty, but i think the dialogue is cute, so i'm happy with it! thank you so much emmy for sharing your great idea with everyone, and i hope you all like it!

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Johnny AI AU - seoloquent

Kun was terrified.

Despite experiencing your various emotions throughout the five years of being your manager, he has never seen you this angry before. But, honestly speaking, he couldn’t blame you. He’d be just as mad if he found out his boss went behind his back and signed a contract with a company he hated. As much as he could sympathize with you though, Kun just couldn’t get himself to understand why you were so upset about working with LSM Incorporated. If he were in your shoes, he’d be doing backflips off the wall! The amount of exposure, and revenue you are potentially going to be receiving… Kun just does not understand what the problem is.

Although your strides were long and strong, Kun was able to keep up with you while making sure he kept his distance, as if a dark cloud followed behind you. As cautious as he was to not have you blow up at him, he still tried to convince you to not make a scene within the conference room by his desperate protests; in which you kindly ignored. Every single word that left his mouth went through one ear and straight out the other as you paid him no mind. You were in a tunnel vision; the only person you wanted to talk to right now was your boss.

Pushing the door open with much force (that Kun had to catch before it slammed onto the wall behind it), you caught the attention of the CEO of your company, as well as Lee Soo Man of LSM Inc. They flashed pleasant smiles your way, completely oblivious of your angry state.

“Y/N, just the person we wanted to se-”

“Are you serious?!” You slammed the contract papers down on the table, your eyes wide and fierce as they stared into your boss’s eyes.

Your emotions were still fresh from when you first received the signed contract papers from Kun about an hour prior. The feelings of betrayal and violation lingered within you, and the uneasiness it caused made you sick. How could someone lack so much human decency that they justified going behind their employee’s back, an employee that has their trust in them at that, and force them into labor; which they have already voiced that they did not want to do? It baffled you, and you were hurt, as you believed that you and your CEO had a great business relationship. But he took that open communication for granted and took advantage of you.

After realizing that you stormed in with anger rather than excitement, he pursed his lips and looked down at the papers, chuckling to himself. “Oh. So you’re still opposed to the idea.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Of course I am!” Your voice rose as your eyes grew bigger. “You never talked to me about it again after the first time; what made you think that I changed my mind?”

“Y/N, I have to get you to notice that you are not the only one signed to this company. This will not only be good exposure for you, but for us as well.” He justified. He kept his voice calm, not only to calm you down but also to keep a professional demeanor in front of his newly established business partner.

“Oh, so you’re doing this for yourself?”

“Of course not! This is for the benefit of not only you, not only me, but for the company as a whole.” Your CEO reasoned. Before you could respond, he cleared his throat and turned to Lee Soo Man. “I’m sorry, but will you excuse us for a moment? I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation in front of you as our partner.”

Normally, you would be embarrassed that you presented this side of yourself in front of a potential partner, but embarrassed in front of Lee Soo Man? You care more about a monkey’s opinion about yourself more than his opinion. Besides, it doesn’t seem like he’s phased by your reaction at all. Strangely enough, when you turned toward the founder of LSM Inc., you realized that his arrogant smile had never left his face since the moment you stormed into the conference room. It gave you chills. He seems so artificial that you wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be a robot himself.

After Lee Soo Man gave his, “No problem,” your boss stood up from his seat and escorted you both outside the conference room. The moment the door closed, your boss’s true emotion started to show. His eyes grew wide and his fingers grabbed onto his freshly trimmed strands as he breathed out a heavy breath of frustration. Equally as frustrated, if not more, you crossed your arms and made sure your gaze was unwavering; something you needed to learn after being manipulated many times from past experiences with people who work within the entertainment industry. You stepped your metaphoric foot down. Even if your boss had signed a contract without your acknowledgment, you were not going to do the job. That’s not your signature on the papers.

“Are you crazy Y/N?!” He yelled in a hushed tone, careful to not have anyone overhear your conversation. “How could you act like that in front of him?”

“Do I not have a right to be angry? You sold me away to a robot company Jack, a robot company!” You slapped the back of your hand on your other palm, now physically unable to withhold your emotions.

“I didn’t sell you away, you’re getting paid to do this job.” He spat. Now self-aware of how uncivil and unprofessional he was being, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to ease his nerves. You are going to get nowhere if you bickered like this, and if you keep it up, he knows he is going to say something he regrets.

Now keeping his tone soft, he revealed, “I chose you because you’re the best for this job.”

“Aren’t there other artists under this label who could do this? I’m sure they’re more willing to work with LSM than I am.” You matched his tone, hoping that this time you could get through to him.

“Those other artists can’t produce the same product as you can.” Jack shook his head disapprovingly. “Listen Y/N, I don’t want to waste any more of Mr. Lee’s time, so I’m going to make this short. I apologize in advance if you find any offense in this, but business is business.” You stared intently into his eyes, in hopes to understand where he was going with his next sentence, but his expression could not be read.

“If you can’t do this job, then I’m afraid that I’ll have to drop you from this label.”

You never knew what people meant by having their hearts drop down to their stomachs until now. You felt as if the wind was knocked out of you, your breath short and shaky and your knees weak. All these years… all this work you put in to make a name not only for yourself but for this company… it baffled you that all that effort could be thrown away so easily, just because of some AI company.

As much as you wanted to keep standing up for yourself and your role in the company, you knew there was no use. Your boss didn’t seem to give you a choice either, seeing that he walked back into the conference room shortly after his bombshell. The only thing you could find yourself doing is laughing bitterly to yourself while shaking your head. What in the world are you going to do now?

***

Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to go to a bar when you’re in a bad mood. The constant noise of chatter and the clinking of glasses did not soothe your nerves one bit. Rather, it made you even more annoyed, and on the brink of yelling out at everyone to just be quiet. Instead of making a fool of yourself in public though, you sat with your head under your arms, forehead resting on the cool surface of the bar. Kun, your designated moral support, sat next to you, tapping his glass of whiskey as he thought of what to say to you.

“So, what are you gonna do?”

That simple yet oh so effective sentence had you throwing your head back and releasing a loud groan. Your reaction had your manager shrugging, his face reading, ‘What did I do?’ You rested your cheeks on the palms of your hands as you thought: ‘What can I do?’

Gazing off into a space of nothing, you replied: “I dunno.” You shook your head, your hands still on either side of your face as you deadpanned. “I have no idea what I’m gonna do.” After a moment, something clicked in your head, and you set your arms down and turned to Kun. “Do you want to bail on them and start a company with me?”

He snorted at the inquiry. “You know we can’t do that! At least not right now. It’s way too last minute.”

You looked down at your arms with a sad expression and sighed. “You’re right.” Not only would it be an impulsive decision, but you had no motivation in you to own a whole entertainment company. “What am I gonna do?!” You cried out, your hands covering your face to hide your shame.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop the whining!” Kun took your hands away from your face, revealing the pout on your face. “Everything is going to be fine! I’m sure of it.”

Kun, a big pep-talk kind of man, was always ready to reassure you when you were in doubt. And boy was he good at it. You still remember when you were growing anxious before your first big concert at an arena. The staff ran around the whole place frantically trying to find where you ran off to. Thankfully, your trustee manager was able to find your hiding spot, which was beside a vending machine in an empty hallway. His comforting words found a way to ease your speedy heart rate, and clear up your clogged mind. After that day, you knew you could always go to him when you were feeling down or unsure of yourself. He’s a friend you could always lean on.

“How are you so sure?” You asked, your voice so small that he almost missed the question.

“Think about it,” he set his glass to the side and folded his hands together, “this contract is only valid for six months. It’s not like you’re going to be working there forever.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I know that; but still! I don’t want to do it at all!”

“You never know what will happen until you try though! You might end up liking it.” He nudged your elbow as he flashed a convincing smile.

“Me? Liking it?” You scoffed. “Kun, do you even know me?”

He pursed his lips and sighed. This situation was foreign to him since he always knew what to say. But now, it seemed like everything he was saying was making the situation worse. He wanted nothing more than for you to feel comfortable, but that mission is basically impossible knowing how much you oppose the AI industry. But still, Kun is a persistent man. He wasn’t going to back down just yet.

Finally, something clicked.

“Actually, your idea doesn’t sound half bad.” You cocked a curious eyebrow, surprised that he brought up something you spurted out carelessly. “Think about it: you’re still your own person. Even though you’re technically bound by a contract doesn’t mean that you can’t make a decision on your own. He did give you the choice to leave.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “So you’re saying that I should just leave the company?”

He shook his head. “No. What I’m doing is offering a deal. I want you to try to work with LSM for at least three months. If you try it, you might like it! If not, I will quit with you, and we can try to start a company on our own; which I know we both don’t want. But hey, that might be fun too.”

You thought about the proposal for a moment. It wasn’t too much of a bad idea. It was actually quite reasonable. Yeah, you aren’t looking forward to being surrounded by robots and their arrogant creators, but you guess that it’s worth a try. Just for the experience at least.

“I think we have a deal.” You held your hand out.

He took your hand in his and gave it a firm shake.

“Pleasure doing business with you, partner.”

***

You shivered upon entering the entertainment wing of LSM Inc. You were told that the lab would be a bit chilly, which is why you brought a jacket with you, but the cool air still found a way to nip at your skin through the material. You have to say, the lab was not what you expected it to be. Rather than it being some cold, plain science lab, it was made out to be much more casual. Your eyes settled on what looked like a lounge area for the employees, and you watched carefully as they conversed with one another with soft smiles on their faces. Scanning the place even further, you came across capsule areas, in which you assume where the AI robots stayed. As cool as the dome building seemed, you still couldn’t shake off the grudge you had against the company.

“Oh, you’re here!” A man holding a clipboard exclaimed. He ran over to you and Kun, flashing a bright smile. “Mr. Lee told me that we were to be expecting you both. I was hoping to greet you at the main lobby entrance, but I got caught up in another situation, so I apologize. My name is Kim Doyoung, I’ll be your guide for the day.” He politely held his hand out, and you shook it while replying with a small, “Hello.”

“We’re pleased to have you here with us Ms. Y/N. Please, follow me.” He motioned both of you to follow him. “I must say, I’m a huge fan of your music. I’m really happy that you decided to work with us for the next comeback.”

“Oh. Don’t mention it.” You shook your head while smiling slightly.

As Doyoung lead you to wherever he was leading you, he pointed out different areas to help you grow familiar with the lab. You learned that they have many recording and dance studios like regular companies do. You couldn’t help but wonder why, since they could just be programmed to sing the songs, but you didn’t bother to ask.

Finally, Doyoung stopped at a station, but his bright expression was replaced by a puzzled one. He looked around as if he were looking for someone. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but stare at what stood before you. The tall human-like… thing, stared right back at you with a neutral expression. It gave you chills how real he seemed; like he could walk past you on the street and you wouldn’t bat an eye. Despite how anxious it made you feel, your curiosity outweighed that emotion, and you inched closer to get a better look.

Your tour guide caught you eyeing the bot, and that smile found its way back onto his face. He heard that you might be a bit opposed to working with the AI’s, so he was glad to find you expressing some sort of interest in their prized possession.

“He’s so human-” As if in a trance, you reached out a hand to touch the robot, but it suddenly stepped back just before you got to it.

“I’m sorry, but physical touch is not allowed unless permitted.” The robot announced before flashing a commercial smile.

Doyoung’s chuckled beside you. “For the safety of our bots, we have prohibited anyone from touching them.” He leaned in to add, “Too many fans at fansigns got touchy-feely.” He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Eager to get a feel of my bot already?” You heard a voice from behind you.

When you turned around, you felt as though you got whiplash. The man standing behind you looked identical to the robot standing before you. The only difference was that the robot had blonde short hair and was styled in fancy clothing whilst the man had long brown hair and didn’t seem to care much about what he had on. He had his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, a sly smirk plastered on his face.

“You’re late.” Doyoung deadpanned.

“I’m not late, I was taking a nap in the Pod, and nobody cared enough to wake me up!” The mystery man shrugged.

Finally, you snapped back into reality, but you still had to verify that what you were seeing was real. When you finally accepted what was going on, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“How cute.” You snickered to yourself.

A puzzled expression masked the mystery man’s face. “What’s cute?”

“What is this? The Man and the Muppet?” Your comment had Kun nudging your arm and shooting you a warning look to which you responded with an apologetic gaze.

Not giving the mystery man any time to respond (merely because he does not have the patience), Doyoung spoke up. “This is Suh Youngho, he’s the head AI Developer of our department. He’s the creator of #S127.” Youngho put his hands behind his back and bowed as his greeting.

“I’m guessing his name is Youngho as well?” You pointed to the robot, still standing expressionless.

“He wishes, but no, we call him Johnny!” Youngho swung an arm over his identical twin of a robot, smiling brightly. “After a long and hard fight for it, he will be releasing his first solo album this year.” He wiped a fake tear from under his eye. “Johnny here is my firstborn, so this is going to be really special.”

“And you’re going to help us make it very special!” Doyoung cheered.

“Actually, speaking of that, what exactly am I supposed to be doing? Wouldn’t it just be easier for me to give you guys a demo and you program him to sing it or something?” You asked.

Doyoung was quick to answer. “That would defeat the purpose of AI robots actually! The thing is, they’re supposed to learn to adapt to certain environments, like we do! So they learn how to sing songs and how to dance complex choreography just like we do.”

This time, Kun was the one to ask a question. “Aren’t you guys just putting more work upon yourself?”

“Yes, and no,” Youngho started, “It’s like a domino effect. The more work we give our bots means more research that needs to be done. The more research that is done, means there’s more data we get. The more data we get means a more refined bot, and then it loops.” Kun opened his mouth in an ‘ah’ shape and nodded his head after the explanation. “Hopefully we can get this bad boy to the point where we don’t have to do any more research and he can be a successful artist on his own.”

Even though this was all very interesting, you still couldn’t help but still be opposed to the thought of helping a robot making it in the entertainment industry. You caught a glimpse of the future as you fell into a daydream: AI’s getting a full sweep in wins at big music award shows, discrediting those who actually put their heart and soul into their work. Robots don’t have a heart, nor do they have a soul. Even if they do seem to “work hard,” they will never be on the same level as a human artist. It just won’t be fair, but what even is fair these days?

“So, to answer your question, we need Johnny to learn what it’s like to be a true singer-slash-songwriter. And to achieve that, he’ll be staying with you for the duration of the six months before his solo debut.” Doyoung’s words snapped you out of your daydream and you turned to him with furrowed brows.

“Oh, so this is going to be like ‘Take your robot to work day’ or something? But just for six months instead?” You questioned.

Doyoung looked up as he thought, nodding and shrugging seconds afterward. “Well, yes, but we were hoping that Johnny could get the full package. We planned for him to stay with you 24/7 so that he could really get a feel of your creative process.”

You did a double-take, eyes wide and mouth agape showcasing your shock.

“E-Excuse me? You mean to say that he will be… living with me?” You spoke low and slow, scared of the obvious answer.

You didn’t see anything about this in the contract papers; not that you read it anyway since you weren’t the one who signed them; but still! You could feel your heart race as you thought of him living in your apartment, those brown soulless eyes studying every move you made. The vision made you shudder.

“Affirmative.” Youngho nodded firmly.

Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest. “I’m sorry, but can you guys excuse us for a moment? I need to speak with my manager in private.” You said just before taking Kun’s hand and dragging him somewhere where the two scientists wouldn’t be able to hear your conversation.

“I’m living with the robot?!” You whisper yelled, careful to not have anyone nearby hear your anguish.

“In my defense, I had no idea about this.” Kun shook his head with his hands up.

You paced back and forth as you panicked. You lifted your hands, but not knowing what to do with them, you just clenched them into a fist. It seemed like your life was spiraling out of your control. Nothing is going your way, and it is driving you insane. You need to get your life back in order fast. If not, who knows what will happen?

“I swear, if he wasn’t the one paying me, I would kill Jack right now.” You grumbled.

“Hey, it’s not like Johnny is a real guy. I doubt he would try to do anything to hurt you.” Kun tried his best to reassure you, but it was not doing much to help.

“You don’t know that! We don’t know what those guys are capable of!” You pointed toward Doyoung and Youngho. “That Doyoung guy is nice, but I don’t know if I can trust him. And Youngho seems like he’s gonna be a handful.” You stared at the said man as he and Doyoung bickered, probably about him being late again.

Kun turned his head to see the two men bickering, and the only thing he could do was chuckle. “I think they should be the least of your worries.” His comment made you sigh deeply. “You’ll be fine, I promise you!” He put his hands on your arms to steady you, but you avoided his gaze as you stared down at your feet with a pout on your face. “You know I’m always on speed dial if you need me.”

You nodded your head, still avoiding his gaze.

“Hey,” his call made your eyes meet his. “If all goes wrong, we can always dump a bucket of water over ‘em.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. “Yeah, and then we’ll get sued and possibly go to jail.”

Kun smacked his lips and said, “Eh, I’m sure they’ll be able to fix the guy. A little water can’t do that much damage.” He stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets. After a small moment of silence, he kicked your shoe gently. “So what do you say? You’re still gonna do it, or no?”

A groan erupted from your chest, and you brought your hands down your face out of frustration. You really don’t want to do this, but a deal is a deal.

“Three months. I’m giving three months.”

“That’s my girl!”

***

You found yourself pacing around your apartment in the early morning. It has been about a week since you first spoke with LSM Inc. From this day forward for the next six months (or three months you hoped), Johnny would be shadowing you at all times. You were a nervous wreck since you didn’t know what to expect from living with a robot. What if he suddenly malfunctioned and they blamed it on you? You can’t handle this type of responsibility. Or what if he malfunctioned and started acting violently toward you?

“Snap out of it!” You whisper yelled at yourself, hitting your temple with your knuckles. You always tend to scare yourself when you’re nervous. Everyone you have spoken to about this matter has told you that you had nothing to worry about, so you made it your goal to not worry. But why is it so hard?

DING!

You swore your heart jumped out of your chest when your doorbell suddenly sounded throughout your home. As much as you wanted your heart rate to calm down, it only began to race faster the closer you got to your door. When your hand touched the gold knob, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, then you finally opened the door.

Two identical men stood before you, flashing the same bright smile.

“Good morning to you!” Youngho greeted you cheerfully, to which you replied with a dazed “Morning,” before allowing them inside.

You eyed the two men as they entered your living room, confused as to why they were the only ones here. “Where is Mr. Kim?”

Youngho cocked an eyebrow before turning around to face you. “Who?”

“Your coworker. Doyoung, I believe his name is?” You answered.

“Oh!” He let out a hearty laugh. “You don’t have to call him that, it makes him sound old. And I’m older than him, so that kind of hurts my feelings.” He joked, but the only thing you could find yourself doing was nodding your head and looking away.

Sensing your discomfort, he cleared his throat before answering your question. “He’s busy back at the lab. I’m here to make sure John is all set before I leave him in your care.” You winced at his words. It only added to the overwhelming weight on your shoulders.

“Why do you ask? Did you grow fond of him already?” He slung his backpack from around his shoulder onto the floor. You peeked inside when he zipped it open, finding wires bunched inside.

“Uh, no, I wouldn’t say that.” You let out a nervous laugh. “I just find it a bit overwhelming with only you two here.”

A smirk grew on his face. “So, you’re overwhelmed by my great looks huh?” He flipped his hair and shrugged as if it was inevitable to be starstruck by him.

“I look exactly like you,” Johnny spoke for the first time since entering your home.

You had to hold back a laugh at the sudden comment, and Youngho’s reaction didn’t make it any easier.

“So? You’re inspired by me, so therefore I take the credit of our looks!” He stuck his nose up in Johnny’s face. When the scientist turned back toward you, he realized you were holding back a laugh as your pursed your lips and looked away. “What? You find this funny?”

You put your hand up and shook your head. “No, no.”

Youngho was happy to find you in a better mood than when you first met. Sure, you’re still on the shy side, but at least you’re laughing instead of frowning like the first time. He heard that you weren’t exactly on board with working with LSM, so he made it his goal to have this be an enjoyable experience for you. He hopes that one day your negative opinions about AI’s would change. They’re as special to him as music is to you.

“I need to set up Johnny’s things. Is it okay if you tell me where he’s allowed to sleep?” Youngho asked.

You tilted your head to the side, a puzzled expression finding its way on your face. “He sleeps?”

“Yeah!” Youngho nodded simply. “It’s like setting your computer on sleep mode. Machines need rest as much as we do. Johnny here is a hardworking man, he deserves to sleep.”

You supposed he was right. He might break easier if his gears were running constantly. Plus, he was made to function as a human, but you didn’t know that it was to this extent. To say the least, you were impressed at the attention to detail.

You motioned the two to your guest bedroom, and immediately Youngho got to work. Johnny stood next to you as the both of you spectated Youngho’s work, but you were shortly distracted by the robot.

You peered up at the tall machine with a curious gaze, and he turned to you with a kind smile.

“So, I’m not sure if this is an inappropriate question or not, but I’m curious.” Johnny nodded for you to go on. “Should I, like… talk to you like Siri? Or can I talk to you like a normal person?”

You were startled to hear Youngho’s loud snort in the corner of the room, but instead of him being the one to answer, Johnny did.

“You can talk to me like a normal person, don’t worry.” Johnny shook his head. “If it makes you comfortable, you can view me as a human if you’d like. I’m not that much different than you actually. We’re just wired differently.”

“Hey,” Youngho’s stern voice caught both of your attention. “Be proud of who you are, whether you are a human or robot. We’ve been through this John.”

Johnny nodded. “Right, right. My apologies.”

Youngho hated it when Johnny tried to tell others to view him as a human. Not because he believed that Johnny was trying to fool people, but because being a robot is his identity, and he should be proud of that. Sure, it’s not likely that Johnny could feel the feeling of pride, but Youngho could tell that Johnny was insecure. It worried him, but he didn’t want to tap into his database to change anything since he wants Johnny to be as authentic as possible. So for now, Youngho is keeping track of Johnny’s growth as an AI person.

Soon, Youngho was finished with setting up Johnny’s station. In the corner of the guestroom stood a white podium with a screen built in the middle of it. He let out a deep breath of satisfaction as he stepped back and dusted his hands off.

Before you could ask what it was, Youngho was already answering your unspoken question. “This is Johnny’s Communication Center. Every night he’ll have to transfer data from his system so that we’ll know what he’s been up to and see if he’s made any improvements. That’s if he’s not with me at the lab.” Suddenly, his face grew serious. “For legal reasons, I have to let you know that this station is strictly off-limits. There’s confidential information in here that belongs to LSM Inc.”

Even though you were curious, the last thing you wanted to do was get involved with the law, so you took note of his warning. Hopefully, it isn’t something regarding the invasion of privacy.

You shook your head before you could scare yourself even further. Positive thoughts. Think positive thoughts.

“Alright, on that note, I think my work here is done!” Youngho announced. “Can I talk with you in private?” He asked suddenly, pointing a finger at you.

“Me?” You had to double-check whether he was really talking to you or not. He chuckled as he nodded his head, confirming your wonders. “Oh, okay.”

You followed the man out of the room, leaving Johnny to check out the place he’ll be living in for the next few months.

After the two of you reached your living room, Youngho began to speak. “Hey, so, I really want to thank you for working with us on this project. I heard that you’re not the biggest fan of AI’s, so I was surprised to hear you signed the contract.”

You held back from rolling your eyes as the memories of your boss came up. “It’s not like I really had a choice.” You smiled softly and shook your head.

He tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

You tensed up when you realized what you just said. As much as you did not want to do this job, you made it your goal to remain as professional as possible for the sake of your reputation. After working in the entertainment industry for some years, you learned to keep your personal feelings apart from your job. If- no, when you do end up quitting the job after three months, at least LSM won’t be able to say anything negative about you.

Refraining from explaining yourself, you shook your head once more. “Nevermind what I said. Johnny will be safe in my care!”

Youngho pouted, his eyes scanning your face. He wanted you to elaborate, but he had no time to talk further. He needed to get back to the lab.

“Well, I hope so. Call me if you need anything. I need to get going.”

Nodding, you waved goodbye to him before seeing him off. Your feet ended up taking you back to your guest bedroom, where you found Johnny sitting at the end of the bed, staring at the wall in front of him. You caught his attention after you cleared your throat, and instead of staring at you with that lifeless gaze, he smiled brightly.

You mustered up the courage to walk up to him, still stopping some feet away though. Crossing your arms, you tried to think of what to say. While you thought, he examined your face, trying his best to read your expression so he to could come up with something to talk about. The silence was awkward for you, but Johnny never sensed the discomfort. He was happy to be here with you. You are the gold coin on his road to success, so he decided to cherish you.

“So… it’s quite early and I usually don’t head to the studio until the evening. Is there anything you wanted to do?” You asked.

“There isn’t anything I can think of…” he shrugged his shoulders.

Suddenly, your stomach grumbled and your hand covered it as a reflex. You were so nervous this morning that you didn’t have much of an appetite, but hunger was catching up to you now.

“I didn’t have breakfast yet.” You laughed nervously. “Are you… able to eat anything?” You felt weird asking such a question since he’s a robot after all, but who knows what he can and cannot do? Technology is so advanced these days. Besides, isn’t he made to live like a human anyway?

In all truthfulness though, Johnny isn’t allowed to eat-- sometimes. In special cases, he can nibble on a snack, but eating a full course meal was a no-go. But Johnny was aware of your discomfort of being with him, and he was determined to make you feel the opposite. As long as he doesn’t clog his gears, taking the risk should be okay.

“I know of this breakfast house Youngho likes to go to every now and then. Do you want to go there?”

Your face lit up at the suggestion. You were more excited at the thought of being around others rather than eating. Being in the house alone with Johnny was really starting to suffocate you, and you needed out immediately. Maybe some fresh air and being surrounded by humans will make you feel somewhat better.

The two of you were quick to leave the apartment after you accepted the offer. Johnny led the way to the restaurant, and on your way, he let you know that it was not far from your home. Come to find out, it was within walking distance. You wondered how you never noticed the humble breakfast house, but after thinking about it for a while, you realized that you are always on the go. Ever since you moved to your apartment, you never took the time to stop and get to know your surroundings.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny’s question snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? Oh… nothing, just thinking.” Finally, you noticed that you were standing in front of the restaurant. “Let’s head inside.”

Surprisingly, Johnny was easy to talk to. Even though he had somewhat awkward responses to your questions, it was never boring or dry. You got to know about his life in the lab, and even how Youngho decided to grow his hair out because people mistook him for Johnny so many times. His story was so interesting, and it kept you on your toes, itching to hear more. It was beyond what you could ever imagine.

“So what is your goal?” You suddenly asked.

He tilted his head in curiosity. “Can you elaborate for me please?”

“You know, like what’s your goal as a singer? Or even just as a living being?”

He sat back in his seat as he pondered on the simple, yet deep question. It’s something he’s never had time to think about. Actually, it’s something he never considered thinking about. Ever since he was first powered up, he has always been working. But working towards what, is the question he began to ask himself.

“I… honestly don’t know.” He shook his head after moments of thinking.

“Really?” Your eyes grew wide at his response. “If that’s the case, then why do you expect to learn how to write music? You need to have some desire or passion to do so.”

He crossed his arm over his chest and rested his chin on his other hand. “I guess you’re right… But how do I find out what my goal is?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “What are you living for? What’s your purpose? You have to ask yourself these types of questions.”

It worried Johnny that he didn’t have a passion despite calling himself a music artist. But he knew he needed to figure it out fast because he really does want to be successful in this field. But is there anything really to work for being the person he is?

***

The next day, you were back at the lab for Johnny’s first checkup. The first night at the studio was not a success, which wasn’t surprising considering that he had nothing to write about. This was exactly what you were afraid of. No matter how busy he might be, he hasn’t gotten the real human experience, so what really can he write about? Hard drives and wires?

“Hey Babysitter!” Youngho greeted you cheerfully after spotting you and Johnny some feet away.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Babysitter?”

“Yeah, you are taking care of my kid after all.” He laughed, ruffling Johnny’s hair, to which Johnny slapped his hand away. “How was the first day?”

You sighed deeply, thinking about yesterday’s events. “It went okay, but we made no progress in the studio.”

Youngho smacked his lips. “Well, that’s alright. We still have six months ahead of us. There’s still time left.”

“That’s true.” You nodded your head. “But on the bright side, Johnny treated me to the best breakfast I had in a while! So brownie points for that.”

Your words came out too fast for Johnny to stop you. He froze, his hand slapping his mouth in shock. He is dead meat.

“He didn’t eat with you, did he?” Youngho blinked at you. Sensing the tension in the air, you nodded slowly, but kept your mouth shut. “Oh my-” Youngho stepped back as if he was about to faint.

He clenched his fist against his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. You felt like you did something wrong, but you just couldn’t figure out what. You were sure Johnny would tell you if you did.

“Johnny, just head to the back, okay?” Youngho said, his eyes still closed.

“Yes sir.” Johnny rushed away without another word.

“Did I do something wrong...?” You asked shyly.

“No you didn’t, don’t worry.” Youngho sighed. “He knows better. If he eats too much he could clog his gears. But mostly, I just hate cleaning him out, it’s so tedious!” He groaned at the thought of all the clumps of food he has to take out.

“Oh my gosh! I wouldn’t have let him if I have known!” You exclaimed.

Youngho shook his head. “It’s okay, you didn’t know. He seems to be functioning well, so he should be fine.”

You were worried at the thought of Johnny breaking while under your supervision. Imagine getting sued by a company that handles AI’s? Your life would be over! You can’t let that happen, you won’t allow it to happen.

“Is there any way for me to know if he’s okay or not? Like does he feel pain or no?” You asked. You needed to know just in case you had to rush back to the lab if anything happens. You’re not going to be the blame for anything.

“Yes, and no.” Youngho went on to explain. “He can feel you if you tap him on the shoulder, but if you punch him, it’ll still feel like a mere tap. But the only time he does feel pain is when something in his system malfunctions.” You tilted your head, still not catching on. He found your expression cute, and he couldn’t hold back a smile. “Just think about it: when you’re using your phone, it can feel your taps as you scroll. But if you drop it on the ground, you don’t hear it screaming out in pain.”

“Ah, I think I get it now!” You nodded your head fervently.

“Right! But we did program him to feel some type of pain just so we will know if something wrong is happening to the important parts.”

“That makes a lot of sense… Man, you guys really have it all laid out huh?” You couldn’t help but be impressed at the amount of thought that went into creating Johnny.

“Yeah, well, it’s nothing much.” Johnny shoved his hands in his pockets as he shrugged nonchalantly. As laid back as he was acting, nothing could hide the blush that crept onto his face. He’s a sucker for people acknowledging his work.

“Well, as much as I want to argue with you about that, I have to get to my schedule! Kun is waiting for me outside and I can’t keep him waiting. I’ll be back soon!” You waved as you began to walk away.

Youngho waved back to you as he watched you exit the lab. He sighed to himself, not knowing what he was going to do with Johnny. But knowing that it is best to get the job done now rather than later, Youngho dragged his feet to the operation room where Johnny would be waiting.

Johnny tensed up once Youngho entered the room, and he avoided eye contact in hopes he wouldn’t blow up at him. Thankfully, Youngho didn’t have the energy to yell.

“Why did you do that?” The scientist asked simply.

“She was uncomfortable and hungry, so it was the only thing I could think of.” Johnny justified his past actions, but Youngho wasn’t having any of it.

“Let’s just get this over with, and then we’ll check your data.” Youngho sighed as he started to prep for the cleanup.

“Wait, wait! I have a question.” Johnny stopped him. “Do you have a goal?”

Youngho was taken aback by the sudden question. “Yes… I think so? I guess it depends on what the goal is for.” He wasn’t very sure if he had a set goal, but he did know that he is satisfied where he is right at this moment. The only thing he is concerned about is making sure #S127 remains on the rise.

“Do you think… I’m able to have a goal?”

“You can have the goal of winning a Grammy!” Youngho suggested.

Johnny scoffed. “Well, yeah, but I’m talking about for myself. Am I able to find a goal or a passion at least for myself?”

Youngho blinked at his robot. He was at a loss for words. It seems like a simple yes or no question, but there are levels to it. The right answer to this question was up in the air somewhere, and Youngho was finding a hard time finding it. What in the world did you do to his bot?

“I’m sure you can if you put your mind to it,” Youngho answered. He grabbed his phone and began texting you, suggesting that the two of you grab coffee when you get back to the lab. He needed to talk to you to figure out the meaning behind Johnny’s words.

Some hours later, you were at a Starbucks near the lab sitting across from Youngho. You were nervous you did something bad after all, but you couldn’t get yourself to figure out what you’ve done. But thankfully, Johnny was the first to speak.

“So, Johnny asked me a question that kind of shocked me. I’m supposing you asked him the same question yesterday.” He began.

“What question are you talking about?” You asked.

“If he has a goal. He’s been thinking about it really hard.”

You felt as if a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. You thought of something way worse, even though you talked to Johnny a handful of times yesterday, and the conversations the two of you had were never bad or questionable. Your nervousness always found a way to get to you still.

“Well yeah! He needs to have a passion in order to be a real artist. And to have a passion, he needs to have a goal.” You nodded.

“Are you sure he can have a passion? He’s a robot.”

You were surprised at his response. “Aren’t you the one who created him? I thought you would know this! Writing songs isn’t just jotting down words on a piece of paper you know. It’s much more to it than that.”

Youngho sighed. You’re right, and it bothered him. It’s not you that he’s bothered by, but the fact that he really doesn’t have everything figured out. He’s so used to being a genius and having questions answered before people could even ask them, but the fact that he doesn’t have an answer prepared for something as simple as this messed with his head. How did he expect to make a successful idol group if his idols can’t even write music on their own?

“I could always just give you a song to use.” You suggested.

“No, I don’t want that,” Youngho answered quickly. “We do that every comeback. We need to actually make some improvements.”

You took a sip of your coffee as you watched Youngho try to figure out what to do. You knew Johnny writing his own song was too good to be true, but you have to admit, there is a part of you that believes in him. If he can read and understand human emotion, there are chances for him to be able to write a decent song.

“What was your purpose in making Johnny and the other guys in the group?” You asked suddenly.

Youngho frowned at the memories that came up in his mind. “I actually didn’t create Johnny and the others to be idol singers.” You furrowed your eyebrows at the bombshell. “I actually intended for them to be soldiers.”

Your jaw dropped. You would have never thought of #S127 fighting in a war. It’s a complete 180 from what they are doing right now.

“What made you change your mind?!” To say you were shocked would be an understatement.

“I didn’t change my mind.” He laughed. “The government rejected my offer, but they told me about LSM Inc. and now here I am. Lee Soo Man suggested that I use my bots to make an idol group, and I wanted nothing to do with it. But it was either I make a group, or be broke with robots that have no purpose.”

So he was in a similar situation that you’re in right now. It made you feel happy to see that he seems to enjoy his current circumstances, but still, you can’t get yourself to accept that you have to share competition with AIs who can’t even figure out how to write a song on their own. Despite that, you were growing fond of Johnny, and you wanted him to be able to find his passion. He’s the only AI you would allow to win.

“I would have never thought of Johnny being a soldier.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Considering that this is your current circumstance, you need to figure out if they’re able to create their own goals for themselves. I understand the base goal is to win awards at big music shows and hit the charts, but there needs to be a better foundation.”

Youngho couldn’t help but admire you as you gave your advice. Not only are you beautiful, but you’re thoughtful, and the more you spoke, the more it attracted him to you. Where were you when he needed you the most? The company has worked with so many different artists before you, but you’re the only one that is actually helping. He just wanted to take you into his arms and thank you repeatedly at this moment.

From here on out, Youngho was determined to find out what Johnny’s goal is. Whether it is impossible or not, he is going to make sure Johnny becomes the best songwriter there is.

***

The three months had gone by before you knew it, and in all honesty, you didn’t want to quit the job. Johnny and you had grown closer the more you worked together, and you enjoyed seeing his progress as he worked to become a better and more authentic writer. And Youngho and you also hit it off very well, becoming closer friends the more you talked. You also realized that you were catching feelings for the scientist, but you ignored it, believing that it was nothing but a simple crush. ‘It will pass overtime,’ you would tell yourself.

Kun on the other hand did nothing to remind you of the deal that you made with him since he knew you forgot about it. He enjoyed seeing you have fun made him happy, he never liked seeing you in a sour mood. He too has gotten close with Youngho as well after going out drinking with him and Doyoung several times. Just like tonight.

This time, you decided to join the guys tonight for drinks at the bar. Once you found out Kun was hanging out with the two scientists, you felt left out and invited yourself to the next outing. It wasn’t like they minded though since they love your company.

“So, I heard that you don’t really like AI’s Y/N. Can I ask you why that is?” Doyoung asked.

You poked your lip out as you thought. “Well, it’s mainly because nothing they do feels true to me. It’s all programmed. Not only that, but they’re slowly taking over our jobs. I’m not exactly comfortable with that.”

Youngho shook his head. “I get what you’re saying, but that’s not necessarily true. AI’s, at least the ones we make at LSM, is made to function like humans. So everything they do is learned after we establish a little bit of a foundation we put in their program. And there are still significantly more humans who have jobs than AI’s, but I do get your concern.”

What he said had you thinking. You supposed he was right, but you still felt so odd about it. But you figured it’s just something that you’re going to have to learn to accept as time goes on. The only AI you trust is Johnny, and that’s all that matters to you right now.

“You might be right, but it’s going to take me some time to get used to them. I like Johnny at least.” You shrugged.

“And that’s all I need to hear.” Youngho smiled widely.

You giggled at his antics. “Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom really quickly. I’ll be back. Don’t buy any more drinks without me!”

“No promises!” Kun called after you, laughing afterward.

Youngho tapped his glass, trying to decide whether the question he has is worth asking or not. But he needed to muster up the courage since it’s an important question. For him at least.

“Hey, Kun, I have a question.” Youngho started.

“Hit me.” Kun nodded.

“Do you… like Y/N?”

Kun threw his head back in laughter. “What?! Where did that come from?”

Youngho could only scratch the back of his neck and let out a small laugh. He was embarrassed, but it’s something he has been wondering about forever now.

“He’s been waiting to ask that question for ages!” Doyoung exclaimed. “He wouldn’t stop bugging me about it.”

“Well, to answer your question, no I don’t. She’s like a sister to me.” Kun shook his head simply. “You should ask her out on a date. I’m sure she’d like that.”

Youngho shook his head fervently. “I don’t know if I can do that. Not right now at least.”

“You never know until you do it.” Doyoung sing-songed. Kun couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shut up, she’s coming back!” Youngho whisper yelled.

For the rest of the night, Youngho thought about you as the four of you enjoyed more drinks. He knew he had feelings for you, but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same as he did. For now, he just wanted to take more time to read your actions before he let you know of his feelings. He needs time to muster up the courage.

The four of you decided to end the night after realizing how tipsy you have gotten. Kun realized that you had a packed schedule the next day, so they needed to get you home immediately. He already knew you were going to regret it later on.

Kun had made sure you got up to your apartment safely. You stopped him at the door, saying that you could get in the house yourself, and just go home. He at least opened the door for you before leaving, hoping that you’ll get to bed right away rather than finding things to do around the house.

When you entered your home, you began to drag your feet toward your room, that was until Johnny stopped you in the hallway.

He leaned forward and sniffed. “Were you drinking?”

You giggled. “Yeah, I was.”

“You might want to get to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” Johnny pouted at your condition. Looking at how you were, you for sure were going to experience a hand hangover in the morning.

“Yeah, yeah, I will.” You waved him off. You stepped forward to start going to your room, but you paused and stepped back. You looked up at Johnny and sucked in a sharp breath as you thought. “You look a lot like Youngho.”

Johnny blinked, confused at the sudden revelation. “I am aware of that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you just saying that because you are Youngho? Are you trying to fool me?” You poked your finger into his chest.

“No…” Johnny wasn’t sure how to respond to your absurd words. He’s never been in this situation before.

“Well, Youngho, goodnight. I will see you tomorrow.” You smiled at him. Rather than leaving, you stood there, staring up at who you believed to be Youngho through your heavy eyelids. Suddenly you got on your toes and pecked his lips softly. “Rest well Youngho.”

Johnny stood in shock after you left to your room. What was he going to tell Youngho? He has never allowed this to happen before. The kiss was so unexpected that he couldn’t dodge it! He hoped he wouldn't get in trouble.

The next day, Johnny was at the lab for the daily check-in.

“How was the night at the Babysitter’s?” Youngho asked as he plugged Johnny’s chip into his computer to retrieve yesterday’s data.

“She kissed me.” Johnny found himself blurting.

“She what?!” Youngho squeaked.

“She kissed me.” He repeated.

Youngho couldn’t believe his ears. He shook his head, slapping his hand on his forehead. “Huh?!”

“She kissed me—“

“I heard you the first two times!” Youngho yelled.

Youngho suddenly turned around to his computer and rushed to retrieve any video data if there were any. And there was. The camera hidden behind Johnny’s eyes wasn’t always on, but they only started recording if Johnny felt that he needed to. Youngho played the video, nervous about what he’s about to see. But all that worry washed away after seeing your drunken smile. Seeing you kiss his robot amused him more than he thought, as he couldn’t help but snort and laugh hysterically at what he just watched. It was something he never thought he would see or even hear about.

“She thought I was you,” Johnny revealed, which shut Youngho’s laughter up.

“W-Wait, really?” He was shocked.

“Yeah. She kept calling me Youngho.” Johnny nodded. “I think she likes you.”

A blush crept up Youngho’s neck, and he couldn’t hold back the grin on his face. Knowing that you had the same feelings he currently has sent him over the moon. He just wished you kissed him rather than his lookalike.

Youngho waited until the evening to talk to you so that you were free from all your schedules. The two of you spoke at the convenience store near your apartment, enjoying a canned beverage.

“So… Johnny found out what his goal is,” Youngho revealed.

You gasped, clapping your hand over your mouth. “For real? What is it?” You were slightly disappointed that you didn’t know what it was first since you’re the one that is with him most of the time, but you could care less since the whole point is that he knows what he’s working for now.

“Well, his goal is to gain more of a human understanding. He wants to be able to truly write a song. And he found a passion in… people, to simply put it.” Youngho chuckled. “He talks more and asks more questions than he has ever had before.”

“That’s great! I’m so glad, I was really rooting for him.” You cooed.

“I just want to thank you so much. He has been making so much improvement since he started working with you. You really helped us out. You helped him out.” Youngho smiled softly.

“Oh it’s no biggie. I’m glad I was of some help.” You laughed. “He’s the one who did most of the work, so the credit should go to him.”

“I’m supposing that’s why you kissed him then? Because you’re proud of him?” Youngho asked suddenly, a playful smirk on his face.

“What?” Your eyes grew wide in shock. “I kissed him?”

Youngho’s cackles filled the air. “You don’t remember? Ah, I suppose you wouldn’t since you were so drunk last night. Johnny told me you thought he was I, and you kissed him.”

Your fingertips touched your lips after the memories started coming back to you. “Oh my gosh!” You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “This is so embarrassing!”

“Don’t be embarrassed! Actually, I’m quite flattered.” Youngho reassured you. “Just be sure to kiss me next time.”

You brought your hands down from your face so you could get a good look at his expression. You had to figure out whether he was joking or not.

And to answer your unspoken question, he cupped your cheek with his hand and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Please tell me this feeling is mutual.” You whispered.

Youngho chuckled, poking your nose as he sat back in his seat.

“Don’t worry. I want you to be mine as much as you want me to be yours. You have me baby.”

—johnny suh: day in new york during the summer 

[ Moments NCT 127 Realise They’re In Love With You ] -

AFAB Reader

Masterlist

➳ Taeil -

When you’re content with spending time with him, even with eight tag-alongs. Johnny and Jungwoo are in the centre of the living room making a fuss about something and it is enough to make everyone laugh. A quick look at you and Taeil realises that you’re already glancing his way and the fleeting moment your eyes meet is enough to cause warmth to swell in his chest. He knows he is one of the quieter members of the group and he often has nothing to say and yet, you look to him even in a room full of people. 

When you’re moving through a hoard of people and he feels your fingers cling to his as if you might get swept away if you let go. He takes great pride in knowing that you trust him to protect you, to care for you. He can tell you he loves you a hundred times over and it is still not enough. He’ll push through every crowd and gently guide you to his inside whenever you walk beside a busy road, all whilst holding your hand as if you might fly away. 

➳ Johnny -

When he wakes in the morning, the bed is empty. A quick check of his phone and he realises that it’s already ten o’clock and he’s suddenly grateful for you letting him have a lie-in. When he finally peels himself from the bed, he sees you sitting in the kitchen, nursing a coffee as you read through a magazine. You’re swamped in a hoodie that very much belongs to him and he can’t help but pause at the sight.

When you visit the SM Building to meet him, and his group mates, for a coffee. He sees you standing in the sunshine, wearing your prettiest sundress, happily chatting away to Haechan and the sight brings a definite smile to his face. You look so happy and so beautiful and for a moment, he falters. He’s faintly aware of someone, Mark probably, calling his name, but he’s unmoving, feeling soft for the scene ahead of him. 

When you’re curling yourself into his side and Johnny realises that Haechan has been slipping you extra drinks all evening. You’re tucked into the crook of his neck, entirely uncaring for the restaurant surroundings. You’re muttering something and when he leans closer to listen, he realises that you’re telling him just how much you love him. It’s with tired eyes that you look at him and he is unable to resist wrapping you beneath his arm, all he wants to do is take care of you. He’ll bundle you up in his jacket soon and guide you home. 

➳ Taeyong -

When he finally pries himself from the studio a couple of hours after midnight. He’d last received a reply from you half an hour ago and he assumes that you’ve long since fallen asleep. He stumbles through the dorm already half asleep, briefly acknowledging Doyoung in the kitchen, before he makes for his bed. It’s only when he flicks on the bedside light that he realises that you aren’t in your own apartment, but are curled up beneath his duvet. The sight immediately makes him pause because you’re just so soft and he hadn’t realised just how much he’d been silently wanting to see you and you seemed to know without him mentioning anything. 

When you agree to meet in the studio just to spend time together. He has a track to be working on and you are happy to just be in his company without disturbing him. This in itself is more than enough to bring a shy sense of appreciation from him. But, when you walk into the studio, two iced coffees in hand, his laugh is light and airy because he has two identical coffees sitting on his desk, one for each of you. He suddenly realises just how similar you are, how well you complement each other. 

➳ Yuta -

When you spend half an evening in the kitchen, pouring your heart into cooking his favourite dish from Japan. He offers to help and you politely decline, (probably for the best), insisting that he takes the time to rest instead. It’s when he takes the first bite and it’s as if he’s sat at his mother’s dining table and when he asks whether you had spoken to his family for the recipe, you flush slightly and turn your head away with the worry that you hadn’t replicated it too well. He insists that it’s just as wonderful.

When he’s deep in conversation with Taeyong and his friend warmly asks how you’re doing. Yuta appears to come alive as he discusses you, even sharing the story of the dish you’d spent so much time preparing for him. He tells Taeyong that it tasted just like home, and he suddenly realises that home isn’t a place after all. Maybe you’re home. 

➳ Doyoung -

When you seem to pick up on how he’s feeling before he’s even realised himself. After a hectic week of promotion, practice and everything else in-between, Doyoung is tense. When you place a hand on his shoulder, you feel his tight muscles. When he talks with Yuta, you hear the slight bite behind his words. Doyoung doesn’t realise until you’re forcing him to rest his head on your lap so you can run your fingers through his hair, and he suddenly feels drained. It’s a quiet conversation about your day to ground him in something other than his own work and it’s when his eyelids feel heavy that he turns to place a kiss on your wrist as a silent thank you.

➳ Jaehyun -

When you’re at a bar with Jaehyun and a few friends, some being his group mates. Jaehyun had been caught up in conversation - he’d been reluctant to leave your side given that you had only just been introduced to some of his closest friends. When he finally looks up from his conversation, however, he sees you across the space, your head tipped back with laughter at something Jungwoo has just said and Jaehyun is overcome with the feeling that maybe, this might just work out. You seemed to slip into the group as if you had known them as long as he had and you were kind, and confident, and friendly, but not too friendly. 

When he slowly opens the door to the bedroom he shares with Jungwoo. His roommate is out for the evening and Jaehyun had occupied himself with whatever Haechan had been watching in the living room whilst you freshened up with a shower. It’s after a soft knock that he opens the door. He sees you, dressed all in his clothing after his last minute persuasion to have you stay the night. There is music playing and you’re slowly moving around the little space, folding the clothes he’d thrown on the floor, even straightening Jungwoo’s duvet, and he almost doesn’t want to disturb you, let you know he’s there. He thinks of how wonderful a mother you would make. 

➳ Jungwoo -

When it is an ordinary Wednesday, nigh eight o’clock. The rain that has threatened all day has finally arrived, washing the city in grey. Jungwoo goes to the apartment building entrance to let you inside and when he opens the door, he sees you half-drenched but still smiling. You have thrown your jacket over your head, but your shirt is sodden. When Jungwoo reaches for you, the bare skin on your arms is cool to the touch and even so, you do not complain. In fact, you seem happier than ever, soaked through. He welcomes you inside and it is all laughter and doubling over. There is a teasing glint in your eye as you wrap yourself around him and when he laughs and half-heartedly tries to push you away, he figures that this is what love feels like. 

➳ Mark -

When you both collapse onto the bed at your apartment after a busy day exploring Seoul. It is early evening and the windows in your apartment allow golden sunlight to filter inside. They are open and a gentle breeze comes through. Mark knows that his schedule is full for the coming weeks and yet, spending time with you seems to make him completely forget about it. He looks at you, basking in the golden light and it is as if he has nowhere to be, but here. The feeling in his chest is warm, like the air, and time is irrelevant. He does not speak for a while and neither do you, content with carding your fingers through his hair.

When you finally turn to him, you trace your thumb over his cheek and the sensation has him closing his eyes if only to savour the feeling. For a while, it is as if he is only Mark, not Mark of NCT. Sometimes, the thought of ordinary is nice. When it is time for him to go, (he does share a room with a manager after all), you are gentle with your goodbye, as if the softness of the evening is clinging to the moment. You kiss his cheek as your final parting and send him on his way with a firm reminder of just how much you’re in love with him.

➳ Haechan - 

When he finds you sitting at the piano he so much likes to play. He sees your bowed head, your lower lip pulled beneath your teeth, as you try and replicate the ditty he had played for you earlier in the day. There is a knit in your brow and when you play a wrong note, you backtrack with the same determination that he does. Even when he moves to your side and you make enough space on the piano stool for him to share, you do not stop trying to play. At least until he offers to show you once more and it is when he finishes and looks at you that he sees your eyes, wide with awe. He lets the moment pass by teasing you a little, something about being with him for his talented fingers. Inside he knows he is young and he has an entire lifetime ahead of him and he wonders if he is spoilt for having found this feeling so soon. 

Pairing: Johnny x AFAB Reader

Warnings: 18 + Content & Swearing, Nickname ‘Kid’ 

Masterlist

Johnny slowly tips his head in Mark’s direction as soon as the conversation about dating comes up as if it is a habit. You suppose that he really believes you’ll end up together eventually. He doesn’t tell you that it is Mark, always Mark and only Mark he points to because he doesn’t trust the other members of his group to not fall in love with you. Mark knows too much about him, about how he feels, to look at you in any way that isn’t friendship. But still, Johnny is unable to bring himself around to the idea of suggesting himself, as much as he wants to, as much as it pains him not to. So Mark is a safe alternative and he can continue playing the game, gently asking about your dating situation, before teasingly pointing out Mark as if it were the reason he asked in the first place. 

The same thought passes through your mind on every occasion. Mark is just, well, Mark. He’s attractive, you can say that with some certainty. And sweet, and soft, with a mean streak you’re sure arises at just the right times. He really is everything anyone should ever want for in a relationship and sure, he’s one of your closest friends. But, he isn’t Johnny. 

When you lift your eyebrows and shake your head, before diverting your attention to something else, the cycle begins again. Johnny does it all as if there isn’t a photograph of you tucked into his wallet, as if everyone does not know he is fighting off his feelings for you, except you. He watches as you turn away, he runs a hand through his hair and wonders how much longer he can continue like this, how much longer will you wait for him. 

When it is time for Johnny to leave, he stands, ruffling a hand through your hair and the movement is a stark reminder of the invisible line that is drawn between you. He says, ‘Hey Kid, I’ll see you later.’

He leaves with a heaviness in his heart that has become uncomfortably familiar. He tries to keep himself in check, telling himself you’re a friend he cannot afford to lose. Just a friend who doesn’t know what she wants. As he walks through the hallway, he hears you laughing at something and he steels himself. Mark, it should be Mark. 

It is three days later that he next sees you and it is three days too long. Between his busy schedule and your own, it is only when he finds a spare afternoon that he is able to invite you to tag along for coffee. You agree to meet outside the SM building, just as you have a million times before. As Johnny’s group slowly filter out from practice, he watches you through the glass, chatting to Haechan as if nothing in the world might disturb you. For a moment he wonders if he ought to nudge Haechan toward you, he’s a good one too and he would treat you just how you deserve. Something about the thought doesn’t sit right though and he quickly lets it go. He is faintly aware of Mark calling his name and he turns to meet him. 

‘Johnny, come on,’ Mark sighs with a shake of his head and a smile, ‘Just ask her out man.’ 

Johnny sighs too. Before he can protest, Mark is holding the door for him and he follows him into the sunshine, hearing your laugh. When you walk along the street, the curling of Johnny’s arm around your waist is too natural to be comfortable and if he hadn’t done it a hundred times before, it would stir butterflies in your stomach. 

At the coffeehouse, you insist on collecting the order from the countertop. Johnny’s line of sight follows you across the space, taking in the picture of you in the pretty periwinkle dress you save for when the weather is warm. He watches as the barista catches you in conversation and whilst you wait for the coffees, it is all laughter and friendly chatter. Johnny is familiar with the feeling that inches its way along his spine, pinning his shoulders. He wants to be angry with himself, how can he allow himself to feel such jealousy when he daren’t take the step he so wants to. 

When you return to the table, taking three trips to carry the coffees, Johnny gestures to the barista left behind. ‘He seemed nice,’ he mutters, the cheeriness to his tone entirely fabricated. 

‘Who?’ Is your reply, as if you hadn’t so much as noticed the guy, let alone his flirting.

Johnny’s laugh is genuine as he listens to you. ‘That guy. The one who just tried to get your number for fifteen minutes.’ 

‘Oh, right,’ You half-heartedly shrug, ‘Sure, he was.’ 

When Johnny glances at you, he realises that you are already looking at him. There is an almost unreadable expression across your face, but Johnny can almost read your mind, cursing him out for not making the move you’ve been silently begging for all this time. He shakes his head to dislodge the thought, ‘Not to worry Kid, there’s always someone else.’

Part of him wonders if he’ll ever push you far enough to confront him directly, but you brush off his comment with a soft smile and take a mouthful of your coffee. Just as the question of your dating situation, the moment falls away and Johnny is left with the same feeling of emptiness as before. As much as you laugh and lean together over the table, he is weighted by the simmering feeling that you aren’t really his. 

After leaving the coffeehouse, he is insistent on walking you to your apartment building. He has an answer for every one of your protests - he doesn’t care that it is the middle of the day, that there are a hundred other people moving along the street. He isn’t ready to say goodbye yet. He doesn’t tell you that he might never forgive himself if he simply waves and watches you step into the crowd, he thinks someone might fall in love and whisk you away. So he carries your cardigan over his shoulder and his hand hovers over your waist whenever people brush by until you are nearly home. 

He follows you into your apartment, grateful for the relief that the air-con provides. You immediately make for the refrigerator to pour two glasses of water and Johnny leans against the countertop. He’s told you a million times how much he likes your apartment and you can only suppose it’s because it is blissfully quiet in comparison to his shared bedroom with Haechan. 

‘It’s so hot,’ Johnny sighs, peeling the back of his shirt from his skin. He goes to say something more but catches sight of the hem of your dress flitting dangerously high against the back of your legs as you reach upwards for a glass. The picture casts any thought from his mind. 

He thinks back to the coffeehouse. Maybe it is because the city is sweltering, maybe the sight of an inch of extra skin, but he presses the matter. ‘That guy was into you, why don’t you give someone a chance?’

He hears you scoff as you hold a glass out to him, ‘I’m not dating Mark, Johnny.’ 

Johnny smiles at you, but his tone is serious, desperate. ‘I wasn’t going to suggest Mark. But, you know, you deserve to find someone.’ 

‘Johnny.’

The mention of his name is meant to serve as a warning, he knows and he stays quiet. As he watches you, he realises that you look tired, not physically, but tired of the sticky, complicated situation you share. He thinks about taking his leave, but you seem to read his mind and speak as to stop him. 

‘Johnny, you know why.’

It is quiet again, save for the sounds filtering through the open kitchen window. Johnny meets your eyes and sees that your gaze is firm, unmoving, daring even. The expression is in contrast to your periwinkle dress, the laughter and the friendly affection he associates with you. He hears you acknowledge a million different moments all at once - the longing glances, the touches too familiar for friendship, the unspoken commitment to one another.

‘Kid,’ Johnny manages after a while, ‘You don’t know what you’re asking.’

Johnny is faintly aware of a shift in the atmosphere. He watches your easy-going manner twist into something more serious. The laughter that meets his ears is light and airy. 

‘No, Johnny,’ You protest, turning away from him in the small space. ‘I do.’

He watches as you step away, putting a few extra paces between you, a hand running through your hair. He can see your pinned shoulders and hear the waver of your voice. After a moment, you turn and make for him and he wonders how long this has been brewing.

‘You always do this Johnny, call me Kid and push me away,’ the words are punctuated by the press of your finger into his chest. 

Johnny looks to your face, but you seem unwilling to meet his eye. You are standing dangerously close. Your hand has fallen to your side in defeat and he can almost feel the heat burning across your cheeks, hot enough to cut through the summer air. He sighs heavily and for a second he panics the movement might cause you to flee, but you seem frozen. Slowly, cautiously, Johnny raises a hand to your cheek and gently guides you to look at him. He finally sees the tears that have gathered at the edges of your eyes and the sight causes his heart to lurch.

‘Kid,’ He murmurs, thumb softly moving over your skin. Your eyes are wide and waiting and Johnny sighs, ‘Fuck. I can’t break your heart.’ 

For a second you wonder if Johnny is going to do just that, whether you ought to have stuck with the silly unspoken game of before. But the sudden pull of his hand is slow, but firm, as if certain you might fly away if he lets go. His mouth is desperate against yours and strong and his other hand ghosts over your waist, bunching the material of your dress in his fingers. Before he can begin to question himself, you stumble forward until your chests are almost touching. It is a messy affair of clashing tongues and desperate fingers, at least until you break apart to catch your breath and then the reality of the situation seems to seep in. Johnny is standing closer than he has ever before, almost pressing you against the kitchen cabinet and his chest is lifting with each inhale of breath. 

You force yourself to speak first, but only manage a quiet whisper of his name. Johnny winces, ‘Y/N, this isn’t how I wanted this to go.’ 

Johnny sighs when he feels your mouth barely scratch over his neck and he slowly guides you against the countertop. The press of his hips against your own is slow, giving you time to slip away if you want to. The soft noise of appreciation that escapes from your chest at the first experimental roll of his hips is enough for him to continue. His hand moves from your waist, trailing to the top of your thigh to feel the bare skin beneath your sundress and as he shifts, you’re able to feel the growing hardness beneath his jeans. 

He is able to feel the lift of your mouth into a smile and he draws back to glance at your face. The smile across your features sends Johnny’s blood rushing southwards quicker than any amount of kissing and he finally allows himself to relax a little. Something about the seriousness of the earlier situation, of your firm tone and the sight of you moving away from him had set him on edge. 

This time it is him who trails his mouth against the sensitive skin of your neck, relishing the sudden exhales of breath each nip of his teeth draws from your throat. He is conscious of your wandering fingers, slipping beneath the hem of his t-shirt, slowly moving against his abdomen, daring to shift beneath his belt buckle. As much as he wants you to continue, the feeling sobers him and he pulls himself away, the loss of contact elicits a whimper from you that almost fractures his resolve. 

‘Y/N,’ Johnny smiles softly, his thumb tracing shapes on your hip, ‘I just don’t want to mess this up with you.’

His words cause your heart to flutter. If only you might tell him just how head over heels in love with him you are. ‘Johnny, I know. Why do you think I never said anything. I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.’ 

Johnny’s smile grows a little wider. ‘Right. I just worry about you, about being with an idol and -.’ 

The gentle press of your hand against his chest breaks his train of thought. ‘Johnny, stop thinking.’

It is with something between adoration and absolute desire that he looks at you as you approach. He desperately tells himself to ingrain the image of you into his mind, standing in your kitchen, awash in the sunshine pouring through the window. Johnny’s hands reach for your waist and threaten to move beneath the hem of your dress and he is shameless as he presses himself against you. Your hands find purchase beneath his t-shirt, fingernails raking over his bare skin and it feels different touching Johnny like this, but better than you might have imagined. 

Johnny is soft and gentle, letting you guide him to your bedroom by his hand. At the foot of your bed, you look at him in an unspoken plea and he silently takes control, pushing you toward the duvet before settling himself between your thighs. He moves slowly, but with great purpose - grazing his teeth beneath your ear, spreading his hand on your thigh and forcefully pressing his hips against your own. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade and the breathy whines leaving your mouth drive him on, pushing him to pull the t-shirt from his back. His fingers slip beneath the straps of your summer dress and as he fiddles with them he pauses, ‘We can stop at any point, Y/N.’

He hears your huff and feels the tug of your fingers against the ends of his hair. When he finally removes your dress, he sighs against your neck and you relish in the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. Johnny raises himself onto his hands to have himself a shameless glance of your figure, ‘Kid,’ he mutters, shaking his head with a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. 

He kisses along your stomach, on the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your underwear. The movement riles you up exactly as he desires and he feels you fidget beneath him, whining his name. He hooks a finger beneath the waistband, but does not immediately move, giving you time to push him away, but you only stutter his name once more. Johnny is slow as he slips your underwear along your thighs, taking great enjoyment in the motion before he throws it to the side. He, at last, places his mouth where you most want him, smirking as he feels your hands move through his hair as his tongue flattens and rolls between your thighs, his breath fanning against your heat. His hand splays against your stomach to keep you in place and for a while, he is captivated by the sound of his name falling from your mouth and the tremble of your thighs. 

Slowly, steadily, he draws you to the edge, responding to each pull of his hair and jerk of your hips, until your thighs shake against his shoulders. He only stops when your fingers slip to his jaw and gently pull him away and he finally takes in your appearance. Johnny knew you were beautiful, but something about the sight of you, wide-eyed and needy for him strikes something a little deeper. He is aware of your fingers scooting along his abdomen, fiddling with the buckle of his belt. 

Johnny is big in every sense of the word - big as he nestles between your thighs, but even bigger when he lines himself up at your entrance. ‘Johnny,’ you mutter between kisses. 

At the mention of his name, he looks to your face and pauses, faintly aware of how achingly hard he is against your thigh. You look at him with hooded eyes, ‘It’s been a while.’

At first, Johnny just nods, before he lets out a breathy chuckle and his head falls forward to your shoulder, ‘I guess that’s my fault.’ 

Your laughter is a firm reminder of just how much he wants this, how much he wants you, the sex and the laughter. When he starts to slip inside, slowly because he wants to take the utmost care of you, he can feel your nails pressing crescent shapes into his shoulder. Part of him thinks he ought to be worried about someone seeing them, part of him wants everyone to know that you’re his, maybe he’ll walk around the dorm shirtless just to show Haechan, Mark, and everyone, that you’re only his. 

Johnny winces as he bottoms out, the feeling of you squeezing him making him want to curse himself for waiting so long to give in to his feelings. He furrows his brow and makes certain that you’re comfortable before he moves and you nod desperately, whilst pulling at his shoulders, searching for something to ground yourself with. Johnny smirks against your skin, moving with a little more force, reaching so deep that it feels as though he’s rearranging your insides. The feeling is so overwhelming that Johnny’s name falls from your mouth over and over again whilst you helplessly hold onto him. 

It is quiet as you finish, Johnny’s thumb tracing over your cheek, his breath fanning against your neck and he is slow to move away. He shifts to lie on his back and pulls you close, resting your chin on his chest as his fingers trail along the skin of your back. ‘Hey, Y/N,’ he murmurs, drawing your attention to his face, ‘Can I take you on a proper date tomorrow? Wine and dine, even though we’ve done things out of order.’

Johnny’s heart tightens at the sincerity behind your smile. There is a pause before you sigh, ‘I was actually thinking of asking Mark out tomorrow.’

Johnny immediately groans and fidgets beneath you, pressing his fingers into his eyes. ‘You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?’

Whilst you shake your head just to agonise him a little more, the sound of your laughter is enough - he can take a lifetime of teasing if it means he can grow old hearing it. 

[ Little Things NCT 127 Would Mention To Their Friends ] -

Warnings: None

Masterlist

➳ Taeil -

He’d be shy about it, but Taeil will let slip how he’s going to marry you one day. His group mates are a little stunned as Taeil is usually pretty quiet about the details of your relationship. The moment passes when his friends collectively scream, but Johnny makes sure to ask him about it later when it is just the two of them. Taeil gives that bashful little smile of his and just nods because whilst he isn’t always sure of everything, he’s certain about how he feels. 

➳ Johnny -

How wonderful the bedsheets at your apartment smell after laundry day. For the first time in twenty-seven years, Johnny takes more than a second to buy laundry detergent. It is no longer a case of picking up whichever is cheapest, or closest, he wants the exact same as you have at your place, not only because the feeling of snuggling beneath fresh cotton is otherworldly, but because it reminds him of you.

➳ Taeyong -

Something as simple as how happy you make him. Being the leader, and de facto mother, to twenty-two other young guys can be exhausting. It is his, with some help from the managers, responsibility to get them exactly where they need to be at exactly the right time looking exactly as they are expected to, so yeah, sometimes he feels a little tired. That’s where you come in - TY mentions how comfortable your apartment is, the late night studio dates, the little trips in and around the city and he seems rejuvenated despite his busy schedule. 

➳ Yuta -

What you and him have gotten up to together recently. His group mates often ask how you’re doing and Yuta mentions the landmark you went to see on his day off, or the dinner date you took beside the Han River. Yuta sometimes shares the photographs he took of each moment - you laughing across the dinner table, or stood in front of whatever it was you went to see.

➳ Doyoung -

How at home he feels with you. Doyoung can be a bit particular, read: picky, about how certain things are done and you seem to just get it. The conversation probably comes up indirectly though - Haechan has just intentionally done something in a way that he knows will bother Doyoung and Doyoung is quick to whine about it, saying how no-one but you seems to do it the right way.  

➳ Jaehyun -

Jaehyun mentions things mostly to Johnny - how the wine you brought back from your recent trip abroad tasted, how you make your morning coffee. He’s also very fond of sharing the music you like with everyone - he often lies on his bed with nothing to do but listen to the playlist you sent his way and he’s always silently pleased when his roommate, Jungwoo, asks for the title of one of the tracks. 

➳ Jungwoo -

How it’s been three weeks since he last saw a particular sweatshirt. He playfully accuses various members of stealing it and he gratefully looks through their wardrobes, only to come away empty handed each time. It doesn’t occur to Jungwoo to ask you about it, but he does whine about it a little and when you tell him to describe it to you, you seem to realise at the same time that it’s been in your closet all this time. Jungwoo proceeds to tell his friends just what a nuisance you are as if he didn’t let you keep the sweatshirt. 

➳ Mark -

Just about anything and everything. If Mark sees someone doing something, whether it be Doyoung cooking, or Taeyong tidying up, he absentmindedly makes a comment like, ‘Y/N adds . . . to . . .,’ or, ‘Y/N uses this . . . .’ If everyone wasn’t so pleased to see Mark so cheerful and in love, it might be annoying, but for the most part, his friends just smile and nod. (Unless it’s a cleaning product, in which case Taeyong asks for all the details.)

➳ Haechan -

Probably something stupid like when the ice-cream truck plays a tune it means it out of ice-cream. Johnny finds it hilarious and knows you’re having Haechan on. He takes great pleasure in knowing that you tease Haechan just as much as he does, taking over his role when he is not around. First off Haechan whines to Johnny, then does it all over again when he next sees you.

[ NCT 127 Being Caught In A Compromising Position ] -

Warnings: 18 + Content

AFAB Reader

Masterlist

➳ Taeil - 

It’s going to start with a huge sigh because honestly, he’s a little mad about being interrupted - he’s almost thirty, he ought to be able to bone his girlfriend without getting disturbed

It’s probably going to be Yuta who opens the doorway unannounced and when he makes some inappropriate comment, Taeil finally blushes and tells him to get out of the room

Taeil is a little flustered about the whole thing, but once he’s locked the bedroom door, he is pretty happy to continue

When he walks into the kitchen a little later, you can bet Yuta has told someone else about the interruption and they send a few teasing comments Taeil’s way, but they bounce right off (seriously, I think Taeil has just learnt to ignore 99% of what comes out of the mouths of his friends)

➳ Johnny -

Johnny’s biggest concern is making sure you’re comfortable and covered so he’ll actually be pretty slow to look at whoever just opened the door

He’s going to sigh quietly and whilst he’s a little annoyed (a lot because it was just beginning to get steamy), he won’t show it - in fact, he’ll probably go after whoever walked in to make sure everything is alright because he does try and be responsible

Once he’s sure though he’ll absolutely end the conversation like: ‘Okay, if that’s all I’m going to go and finish what I started.’ He partly says it as a joke, partly to stop anyone interrupting again and he really doesn’t care how hard they blush. 

He picks up right where he left off as if nothing had happened at all 

➳ Taeyong -

First and foremost he’s going to be embarrassed - scarlet-faced and jumping away from you as if he isn’t a grown man in the privacy of his bedroom, as if it wasn’t the fault of whoever just burst in unannounced

Taeyong is absolutely the sort to feel the need to apologise - he’ll apologise to you for putting you in such a situation (even though you’re more than okay with getting hot and heavy again) before he goes in search of whoever walked in to apologise to them too

He’s shy and awkward and the mood is very much ruined by the time he returns and it’s probably enough to put him off getting down and dirty in the dorm for a while

➳ Yuta - 

Yuta doesn’t care at all, like at all. The only reason he’s stopping is because you’re underneath him slapping his shoulder. 

He’s going to pull away real slow, a frown already set into his features ready for whoever just walked in and the hands that had been wandering beneath your shirt aren’t going to go far 

Honestly whoever was at the door is gone the moment they realise just what they walked in on - they’ve all known Yuta long enough to know that after cursing them out he’ll go right back to what he was doing, whether they’re still watching or not

Yuta really just doesn’t care - he’s got his girlfriend half-naked beneath him and unless the dorm is on fire, or his manager is calling for him, the world can wait

➳ Doyoung -

Doyoung will deny anything less than PG was happening beneath his duvet to the day he dies

He hears the door opening and forces a few inches between your bodies, entirely oblivious to the state of his ruffled hair, the creases your fingers have twisted into his t-shirt

He is calm and collected, cooly laughing at whatever the person says to him and he is convinced they are none the wiser to what they just walked in on

When the intruder leaves once more, Doyoung is a little proud of his performance so you definitely have to swat him on the shoulder, but he doesn't leave you waiting long before he drapes himself over you again

➳ Jaehyun -

This happens after a long overdue date night - Jaehyun somehow persuaded his group mates to give you the entire dorm for a few hours (it’s been a while and he has a lot to catch up on)

It’s almost two am and Jaehyun is soft and slow until he hears the door open

He’s another whose first concern is making sure nothing inappropriate is on display, but he’s going to be caught somewhere between embarrassment and frustration and will probably quietly ask the person if something is the matter (seriously, if you’re going at it, I don’t even think he’d pull out)

Whoever it is, they’re slow to leave, groaning: ‘You’ve had all evening.’ (It’s probably poor Jungwoo who just wants to go to sleep)

Jaehyun replies something like: ‘I know, I know, just get out.’

And whilst the pink flare across his features betrays his fluster, all it’ll take is a look from you and he’ll go right back to it, only quicker and harder 

➳ Jungwoo -

Jungwoo is number one on the play-it-dumb list - someone comes in and he immediately jumps away from you, as if whoever just interrupted hasn’t already seen what was happening - his hands up your shirt, his tongue down your throat

He’ll probably stumble over some excuse as to what was really going on, all the while his cheeks are burning like they never have before

After a moment he’ll run out of things to say and will flee beneath the duvet and all he can manage for the rest of the evening is a cuddle (he even avoids leaving his bed in case he runs into anyone, he is so embarrassed)

➳ Mark -

Mark freezes and you can bet his blood runs cold the moment he meets the eye of whoever just opened the door

Where Johnny immediately flips you over or pulls the blanket over your body so he can deal with it, Mark absolutely leaves you in the lurch, staring at whichever group mate is responsible for the disturbance without saying anything

Eventually, he’ll give an awkward laugh and be like: ‘Yo, uh, can I help?’ (Please no one ever put Mark in this situation, I think he’d die)

➳ Haechan -

Is Haechan embarrassed? Probably a little. But does he show it? Absolutely not.

He instantly turns whiny, calling out whoever just opened the door (Haechan is another one who won’t pull out unless absolutely necessary and you’re both covered so he’s not going anywhere)

He might be the youngest in 127, but he doesn’t care, in fact, it probably makes him care even less

Afterwards, when you’re dozing in his bed and he’s playing a game on his computer, Johnny will walk in and make some comment about the earlier intrusion, but Haechan just smirks

He definitely has the attitude: Yeah I’m Haechan and yeah I just did my girlfriend

[ NCT 127 & Seeing You In Their Clothes For The First Time ] - 

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Content

Masterlist

➳ Taeil -

First and foremost, Taeil is simply surprised the first time he sees you bundled up in one of his hoodies. Being an idol, it’s nigh impossible for you to have any sort of normal relationship and there are very few ways that he can publicly show how much he adores you. But, he can gift you his most comfortable clothes and whilst no one else will know that they signify that you’re his, the knowledge that you’re moving about the city wearing his clothes is enough for him. He’s never experienced this before, being an idol and all, but there is a warm feeling simmering in his chest when he sees you drowning in his hoodie and he knows that it is love. 

➳ Johnny -

After a quick shower in your apartment, you find Johnny’s discarded hoodie on your bed and immediately pull it on, the hem just covering your underwear. Johnny is lounging on the sofa, half-heartedly watching something on television when you emerge from your bedroom, instantly catching his attention. He’s surprised, almost caught off guard by the sight of his clothes barely covering your bare body, but he doesn’t show it, pulling you into his lap without so much as a second thought. He’ll tease you about stealing his clothes without permission as if his hands aren’t caressing your sides beneath the material and as if you’re oblivious to how hard he is against your thigh. He just likes how small you look in his clothes. 

➳ Taeyong -

Taeyong has half-convinced himself that he must have left a particular button-down in a hotel room at some point because he cannot, no matter how thoroughly he looks, find it. He’s even asked those he shares the dorm with just in case they took it from the laundry by mistake. The shirt has been consigned to oblivion, at least until he arrives unannounced at your apartment one day. As soon you open the door he sees the familiar material and is stunned into silence - partly because he’s surprised at seeing the shirt after all this time, mostly because he really wasn’t expecting you to be lounging in his clothes. Taeyong quietly asks how long you’ve had it and you have to sheepishly admit that it’s been a while, possibly since the first time he ever stayed at your place. As annoyed as he teasingly pretends to be, he insists that you keep it as he likes knowing you’ll be wearing it when he is away.

➳ Yuta -

Yuta doesn’t feel the cold, at least that is what he tells you as he shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders. He also doesn’t claim to know an awful lot, but he knows how to be a gentleman, and how to take care of his partner. The sight of you in your slinky date-night dress is certainly nice, but the sight of you in said dress with his jacket slung over the top just hits a little different. He wants the entire world to know that you’re spoken for and until the day he is able to put a ring on your finger, his jacket will have to do. (Even if it’s making keeping his hands to himself very difficult. Just you wait until you’re home.)

➳ Doyoung -

It has been almost five weeks since you and Doyoung were in the same country, let alone the same room, his schedule had been so demanding recently. He is half-asleep as he lets himself into your apartment with the key you had given him a while ago, it is almost four AM after his flight was delayed, but he can’t wait a moment longer to see you. He finds you wrapped up in your bed, snuggled into the material of his hoodie. He thinks it’s adorable and he’ll definitely tease you about it in a few hours when you wake, but he’ll be gentle, knowing how difficult being apart can be. When you tell him it is because it is covered in his cologne and you missed him so much it hurt, he’s almost prepared to swear to never leave your side again. 

➳ Jaehyun -

It’s a given, the first time Jaehyun catches sight of you wearing one of his t-shirts is the morning after your first time together. After waking a little earlier than him, you pull on the shirt he had thrown over his shoulder the night before to brew you both a cup of coffee. Maybe it is the aroma of said coffee, maybe it is the feeling of an empty bed, but Jaehyun soon follows. He’s going to smirk when he sees the hem of his t-shirt hanging over the tops of your thighs and ask if the coffee can wait a few minutes because he’s suddenly got other things on his mind.

➳ Jungwoo -

Perhaps you or Jungwoo ought to have checked the weather forecast before heading out for coffee because one moment you’re dry, walking hand in hand along the street, and the next you’re soaked through and desperately seeking shelter from a sudden downpour. Jungwoo pulls you the entire way to the dorm by your hand and once inside, offers you his entire wardrobe to find something comfortable and dry to change into. Whatever you pick, he’ll insist that you wear it home afterwards because he likes the thought of everyone seeing him in his clothes. 

➳ Mark -

After spending the day together, Mark is reluctant in every way to let you go home - it is already dark out, and probably cold, he’ll protest, whilst persuading you to stay the night. He just isn’t ready to say goodbye yet and who are you to say no to those darn puppy eyes of his. When you eventually cave, Mark will give you an entire stack of clothes from his wardrobe and politely leave the room so that you can change in privacy because you haven’t been seeing each other for long. After you call him back in, he instantly melts, cooing over how cute you are almost drowning in his sweatshirt and sweatpants. (One night in the same bed and Mark will never want to sleep alone again.)

➳ Haechan -

Haechan is another one who is almost undone by the sight of you in his clothes. When you’re hanging out one evening, Haechan at his computer whilst you scroll through your phone, you help yourself to the hoodie he had thrown onto his bed earlier in the day. It’s only when you go to his side in search of attention that he notices what you’re wearing - you’re settled into his lap, thighs on either side of his own and he suddenly realises that you’re comfortable in your underwear and his hoodie. He loses all interest in his video game and draws you into a heated make-out, his thumbs resting on the bare skin of your thighs. He isn’t sure anything has ever had him feeling so hot under the collar so quickly and when things begin to escalate, he’s insistent that the hoodie stays. 

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[ 11:49 pm ] You and Johnny were looking at the stars on his roof after having dinner with his parents. You two were having a sleepover so staying up late and watching the stars while talking about the most stupid things in the world was like some kind of tradition to you.

At some point, you fell asleep. That's when Johnny whispered to you something in Korean, in his soothing voice "I love you, Y/N, even though you always fall in love with other idiots and they end up breaking your heart."

What he didn't know was that you weren't actually asleep and that you learned Korean for the past few months just to impress him next week when you were planning to confess your feelings.

an: was listening to ella mai's shot clock and here we are. part 2 probably when i remember to actually create rather than consume when i'm on here

you'd just about had it with johnny...

you'd had it with him thinking coming over to your place and occasionally having toe curling sex was a date, you'd had it with how he'd met all of your friends and you were yet to meet his, you'd had it with how loosely he threw around pet names like "mine and "my girl", whispering sweet nothings to you - completely oblivious to the effect things as simply complex as "only for me..." had on you - you'd had it with how he'd cockblock you and claim you as his every time other guys tried to hit on you at parties, how he'd make no efforts to tell people off when they made passes at him, but heaven forbid another man did so much as look at you and all hell would break loose.

the worst part of it wasn't that you'd had to turn down men that were just as hot as him. oh no, not at all. in-fact, you were quite pleased with yourself for having bagged the fine specimen. a devious smile that was a code you could never quite crack, you'd come to learn meant a multitude of things, his gaze was one that could do so much as to leave you a stuttering mess upon making eye contact, his height foreshadowed the sizeable member that lie beyond the material of his beloved pair of jeans.

there was more to him than the physical, he had manners, something of his you admired. how he respected both you and himself enough to freshen up before coming over, always waiting for you to give him the 'ok' to come in when you eagerly opened your apartment door to his smiley, clean and comfy looking self, nice enough to use a coaster when he poured himself something to drink - something he remembered you'd given him a stern talking to for not doing the first time he came over - using the ottoman rather than putting his legs up on the sofa or coffee table, offering to wash the dishes you were yet to muster up the energy to clean, how cocky and full of himself he was...how full of him you were, never missing the opportunity to call you his tiny baby, his size having you mutter incoherent babbles while his hips moved sporadically into you, having no qualms about wiping you down and opening a bath for you right after, how good he always smelt after coming out of the shower, the notable contrast compared to the room that both smelled and looked like a sex marathon had transpired.

But no, the worst part wasn't how perfect he was, the worst part was that he wasn't yours...

it sucked how much your heart melted when he'd do so little as to flash you a warm smile, it sucked how you loved how possessive he got of you, it sucked how he treated you like you were his special girl, it sucked how much you loved him...

it tore you apart knowing you had come this far with him and yet whenever you were asked on the status of your relationship, you'd be the only one that burned of embarrassment when you received looks of sympathy when you revealed he was merely your situationship. you knew you didn't have the heart to confront johnny about how he had practically dribbled and made a mockery out of your feelings. how each and every time you'd convinced yourself you were ready to cut him off, he'd snake his way up into the gap of your thighs, lapping away at the front of bravery you'd put up as if it were ice cream and all you could do was lay there to melt.

if you hadn't yet mentioned it in the last six months, what would trigger the sudden change?

maybe it was the fact that the soft patters of water had prematurely woken you up from sleep. reaching for his phone for the time, only for there to be a pang you felt in your heart as you read the crude notification from one of the girls you'd seen at a party you'd attended mere hours early, while your boy-...friend was in the shower. not surprised by what you had assumed were his antics, you weren't angry, or even hurt, just sheerly and utterly drained.

for the duration of the party and every party prior to that, you hadn't over-stepped and told anybody to back off from making any advances on him. it wasn't because you had faith in him, you couldn't stomach yet another look of sympathy, one of those looks that made it very evident that you weren't his, you were just his favourite.

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an: man i'm so incredibly tired but i didn't want you guys to forget me lmao.... here's a little something of proof i'm not dead and whatnot...

OT9:

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