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You have been friends with Jongho for a few years. You met both of your Freshman year and now the end of Junior year is approaching. It’s at some kind of Freshman event that all the clubs and school organizations are trying to recruit new members. Walking around the rec center gym where a bunch of booths are set up, you’re looking at some brochures on an unmanned table when you quite literally run into him. When you turn to walk elsewhere, you smack into someone's chest and you yelp, pulling back quickly, your hand over your mouth. Since you’re pretty short, even though he isn’t super tall for a guy, he’s bigger than you. Also, not just from literally faceplanting into him, you can tell he’s strong. His pants are extremely tight and so is the long-sleeve button up he has on…
"Woah!" He steadies you by placing his hands on your shoulders and even his hands feel ridiculously strong.
"I'm so sorry!" You apologize again, not normally very clumsy. At first you wonder why he was so close to you, but the place is quickly growing packed and there isn’t too much room to move around. The event was supposed to be outside with more room, but it’s pouring so they had to set up inside. Due to the amount of people, if you backed up too far you’d be sitting on the table, so you’re forced to stay close to him. What draws your attention most is that he’s in a dress shirt and pants with a vest. It’s like…hot as balls out even with the rain. Why is he so covered up?
Someone excuses themselves behind him and he’s forced even closer to move out of the way, and his hand has still not moved from your shoulder.
"A-are you wanting to look at this?" You point behind you, shuffling to the side so he can look at the brochures. There’s a map of campus laid out on the table as well, both things explaining all of the different places and things one could do. He smiles and moves up to where you had been and so you grab a pamphlet and go to move on, but he calls out to you.
"Do you work in the weight room?" he asks.
"Oh, yeah. Why?"
"I saw you there yesterday… Is there a time when it’s less busy?" He picks up a flyer and walks over to you and once again someone brushes by him, and you find him even closer to you again.
"Um, the early morning. We open at like six, there aren’t too many people then." Most people don’t like hearing that. You go to bed and wake up early so you don’t mind working then. It actually pays more than in the evening because most people don’t want to work that early.
"Great, thanks…"
"(Y/N)." you tell him, holding out your hand for him to shake and he returns it.
"Jongho."
~θωθ~
After that he’d come by the weight room when you were working and since it was slow that’s also when you work out. You aren’t great with cardio since you had asthma as a kid and so you just lift. It makes you laugh when he comes in because he always wears long pants and long sleeves, whereas you’ll be in a sports bra and capris leggings. Eventually you begin hanging out outside of the weight room and you join his group of friends. They’re…a lot. Most of the time, Jongho and you will sit off to the side and watch as Seonghwa tries to calm the chaos. One night you’re hit really hard by the fact that you had gotten a crush on the youngest of the group. It’s Sophomore year, and you’re all hanging out in a small grassy courtyard behind the Liberal Arts building. It’s nearing the end of the school year, and it’s early spring, only a sweatshirt is needed even as the moon rises. Some of the boys are running around like children while you sit on a picnic blanket with Jongho, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. You’re putting together some small Lego sets with the eldest when you hear a shrill cry of your name.
"(Y/N) help me!" Wooyoung screams and you sigh but don’t turn to look at him.
"Whatever it is, you deserve it!" You call back and he screams again. Finally, you turn to see what is happening and he’s being held captive by San as Mingi and Yunho bites his arm. Not having any idea how it go to that, you deadpan at the scene and sigh. Getting up, you shoot Hongjoong a look and he looks up from where he’s writing notes of a new song, his guitar on his lap.
"Aren’t you dad? Seonghwa's mom? When did I turn into mom?"
"When Jongho became dad." Hongjoong tells you and glare at him. He wasn’t wrong. Jongho is the scariest and if Wooyoung or San are being annoying he’ll just pick them up or squeeze their hand real hard. He can even throw a Mingi over his shoulder if need be.
"Why am I mom?" You look quickly at Jongho who’s leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, earbuds in. Seonghwa snorts and you glare at him then.
"Please." He scoffs and you flinch.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You question and the eldest shoots Hongjoong a look himself and they have a silent conversation.
"Whatever-"
"(Y/N)!!!!!" Wooyoung screams again and you know you have to do something before you all get in trouble. Groaning, you jog over to them, prying San's arms off of Wooyoung while flicking Yunho and Mingi hard on the forehead. They yelp dramatically and fall back, holding their heads. San lunges to grab Wooyoung again and the younger one hides behind you, using you as a shield.
"Uh, guys-" Yeosang, who’s standing nearby trying to watch, but not get involved, calls out.
"Jung Wooyoung!" you scold as he squats behind you, holding your legs, pressing his cheek to your butt. His hand is wrapped around your thigh and your face feels warm having him hold you like that.
"Wooyoung-" Yeosang is ignored again and suddenly the other three look at something behind you in fear.
"What?" You try to turn and look too but there’s a person attached to you.
"Oh my gosh, let go!" When you reach to pry his arms off of you, he just holds on tighter, his other hand landing on your inner thigh.
"Ah!" he screams out of nowhere and he’s off of you. You stumble at the force of what yanks him off and teeter before getting your balance.
"What the-" You finally turn and see Jongho has pinned Wooyoung down on the ground and is holding his arms behind his back. He isn’t doing it hard enough to hurt him, but he’s restricting him from moving.
"Ow, ow, ow!" He yipes and seeing the display of strength, and the fact that he’s doing it to rescue you, makes your heart thud against your rib cage. That must have been what Yeosang was trying to warn of and why the other three got startled. The fabric of Jongho's sweatshirt spreads tightly over his back as he wrangles the older boy, his jeans hugging his butt and thighs perfectly, and it hits you- Throwing your hand over your mouth, everything that everyone had been seeing but you suddenly springs to mind. Whenever you needed help with anything, Jongho was there. If you were ever upset or even excited, you go to Jongho first. He buys you your favorite snacks when you meet up and you always sit next to him. When you’re sick, he’ll go to your dorm room and take care of you. If it’s cold, you’ll let him huddle up to you for warmth. Also, you’re made aware of the way you’d ogle him all the time. Not only is he handsome and has the voice of an angel, he’s thick in the best kind of way and everything he wears is always tight. Even though he barely even shows his forearms, to you he’s extremely attractive in every way.
"I think she figured it out." Seonghwa chuckles quietly to Hongjoong.
"About time."
~ô3ô~
For almost a whole year you’ve been crushing on Jongho, but you haven’t the courage to do anything about it. You’re scared that if he doesn’t likes you back in that way, it would ruin your friendship. So, you just hold it inside as your crush grows and grows. Afraid to admit it, even in your own thoughts, you’re falling in love with him even though you aren’t even dating. There’s definitely been times when he’ll flirt with you, and you’ll give it back. But who knows if it means anything past just being playful. One night when you’re all at your apartment, eating, drinking, and playing video games, you have a bit too much to drink. You tend to get emotional and cry easily when you’re drunk, and you can feel tears pricking your eyes with no prompting. Not wanting the boys to see you like that and make fun of you, you shuffle back into your room, mumbling about going to the bathroom. Instead, you just sit on your bed, sniffling.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" Wooyoung knocks on the door, peaking in and pushing it the rest of the way open.
"M'fine." you mumble, and he fully enters, kneeling in front of you.
"What's wrong, why are you crying?" His hands cup your cheeks, wiping the tears away.
"Dunno."
"You don’t know?"
"Mhmh." He coos at your cute tipsy state and his hand moves from your cheek to your jaw. He can’t help himself anymore, you’re way too cute. He leans forward, his nose bumping yours and you sober up real quick. You quickly hold your hand up, placing it between you two and he blinks in surprise.
"S-sorry, Wooyoung, you, uh-"
"I'm not Jongho?" The older boy sighs, and you gape.
"I might be a dumbass, but I'm not an idiot, (Y/N)."
"M'sorry." you mutter, and he shakes his head with a small smile.
"Not surprised. Though, I think you should tell him. I don’t like you coming in here to cry about it." He stands up and holds his hand out to help you get up from where you’re sitting on your bed. Giving him a shy smile, you let him help you up and you both go back out to the crazies.
"Where'd Jongho go?" you ask, and Yunho waves toward the door to the balcony. The door is propped open with a wedge, and you go to join him out there. Better than later, especially with some liquid courage in your system. For some reason though, when you reach for the handle, you halt. Fear grips you and with a sigh, you take a step back and go back to sits on the couch. Wooyoung shoots you a look from where he sits on the floor, and you shake your head. When Mingi asks if you want another drink, you decline and sit watching them play games. Maybe another time…
~₸-₸~
Looking at the time on your phone, you huff, crossing your arms where you stand. You’re waiting outside of Jongho's classroom, ready to be done for the day. He’s going back to your apartment with you because you need help putting together your new desk. While you could manage physically, you’re really bad at reading directions, and he offered to help after you started to complain about it. There are still some kids leaving the classroom since they had to gather the materials they need for some presentation project. When what seems like the last kid has left, he still hasn’t come out. The professor has even left already, so you get up from the bench and go far enough into the room so that you can look around the corner at the end of the entryway. He’s still in there, two girls sitting at the table with him. Must be in his group… For some reason, seeing them there, so close to him, makes you really mad. Maybe it’s because they’re making you wait longer for him, but it’s more how close they’re sitting to him. It’s not necessary, and they laugh at something he says a little too hard. He’s funny, sure, but that’s too much to make sense. When the brunette to his left rests her hand on his arm you see red. Looking at the drink you got him, you sneer and storm into the room, clenching the cup tight. You have waited ten minutes between standing in line and getting the beverage for him, then you had to wait while he’s flirting around! They don’t notice you until you sidle up to the table and slam the drink in front of him, the ice rattling in the liquid.
"I'm going home." you snap and turn aggressively, storming back out. You know you’re getting a little too mad. He’s your best friend, sure, but you two aren’t even going out, but you just got so upset. Why don’t you have the courage to flirt with him like that? Why don’t you have the courage to confess to him?
"(Y/N)!" he shouts behind you as you stomp down the hall toward the entrance. You hear one of the girls call something out as well, but you can’t hear it as you shove hard against the push handle of the door, throwing it open. The cool late spring air smells like rain, the wet pavement evidence there was a short downfall while you’re waiting for him.
"(Y/N)!" he calls you again, much closer now. Damn your tiny legs-
"Wait!" Jongho is right behind you, but you just keep going.
"Hey!" He sounds mad, his hand grabbing your wrist so he can haul you to turn around and face him. He’s taken aback by your red cheeks and eyes and the fire in your gaze. His grip isn’t tight but even with you being stronger than the average college girl, there’s no point in even trying to fight him. His face hardens and he pulls you closer to him, his nose almost touching yours.
"Why are you so mad?" he snaps, and tears flow down your cheeks like when a pot boils over. The burner heating your anger shuts off and you just start to sob.
"H-hey." His anger dissipates immediately as well, and he uses his hold on your wrist to pull you into him, hugging you. You ball your fists up against chest, trying to push him off to no avail. You aren’t fighting that hard anyway.
"Let go." You cry pitifully and he knows you don’t mean it.
"What's wrong?" He pulls back just enough so he can look at your blotchy face. Avoiding looking at his face, one of his hands comes softly to your chin so he can move your head, making you look at him.
"I hate you." You mumble and he almost doesn’t catch it, but your tone is insincere.
"Uh-huh." He scoffs. You say that a lot when you’re pouty. You hate things quite easily when you don’t mean it.
"I hate your stupid handsome face. I hate your stupid pretty voice. I hate your stupid deliciously tight pants. I hate your stupid gorgeous hands-" You’re rambling, and he stares at you in shock. Sure, you’re saying you hate him in multiple aspects, but they’re more or less compliments. They ultimately are also confessions, each one.
"(Y/N), (Y/N), hey, slow down-“ You’ve told him you hate how sweet he is to you, how sexy his strength is, that he smells good. In his head he turns each 'hate’ to 'love', and he translates your rant. I love that you are so hot when you’re scary and mad. I love that you're so effortlessly powerful. I love that you look good in literally anything. I love that you know me so well. I love, hate, love, hate…When you keep going, he chuckles, releasing you from his hold, but moves both hands to cup your jaw. He cuts your rant off with his lips on yours, swallowing your next words. You squeak in shock as the kiss turns from a sweet 'shut up' into something extremely heated. You sigh out a moan, your eyes slipping closed, and he slips his tongue in your mouth. One of Jongho's hands move to the back of your head, tilting it, and pulling you closer. The other finds your waist and you press closer to him, his hard body unrelenting against your much softer one. Your head swims and it's like his breath is fanning the flame building in your belly. When he finally, reluctantly, pulls away, you’re both breathing hard.
"You still need help building that desk?" Both his hands are on your waist, his thumbs rubbing your stomach over your sweatshirt. Yeah, then you can bend me over it…
"Y-yeah." The reality of the situation hits you, and he pulls back, linking his hand with yours.
"Come on." As you two walk off campus and toward your place, you let him lead you, lost in your head. Your fingers are constantly brushing over your lips, not sure if you’re more shocked by the kiss or the things you said leading up to it.
"So, I'm stupidly handsome?" He starts and you groan.
"Oh, god."
"My voice is pretty?"
"J-Jongho-"
"My pants are deliciously tight?"
"Please stops-"
"Gorgeous hands?"
"…"
"I'm sweet? Sexy? Smell good?"
"Uh…"
"Hot when I'm scary and mad? Powerful? Look good in literally anything? What was that last one?"
"…that you know me so well…" He stops right in front of your building, and turns to look at you, your hand still in his.
"Obviously not as well as I should."
"What?"
"If I knew you so well, I should have realized you like me back."
"Well, I tried- wait, like you back?"
"Yes, silly girl." He smirks and holds up your linked hands in front of your face.
"I love that you so readily hold my hand. I love how cute you are, especially when you're mad. I love hearing you laugh. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love how you can split an apple in half like how I taught you. I love that you always spoil me by cooking for me. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. I love that you use the perfume that matches my cologne. I love how passionate you get about things you like. I love how you can problem-solve anything. I love that you’re so small but so strong. I love that you're always by my side." He lists off and you’re crying again. You sniff happily and he pulls you into another hug, you dig your fingers into the leather of his jacket.
"I hate you." You mumble into his chest, and he laughs.
"I love you too."
~ÔuÔ~
Jongho and you get up to your apartment and you shuffle inside awkwardly, even though it’s your home. He let his bag rest by the door, taking his shoes off as you go to the bedroom to put your own stuff down. Closing the door, you heave a heavy exhale and while you want to sit in the middle of the floor and have an existential crisis, you want more to go spend time with Jongho. So much happened suddenly with you both confessing, and you feel somewhat hungover. You change out of your jeans and when you grab a pair of sweatpants, you think about what he said earlier. Instead, you grab a pair of shorts, don those, and go to your closet. Switching out the sweatshirt you’re currently in for one of his he has there, you look in the mirror that’s built into the door of your closet. I love how big my sweatshirts look on you. I love watching your cute little ass in your little shorts when you're at home. Your face visibly flushes, and you step away from the mirror, patting your cheeks as you go back out to the living room. You halt when you see him on the couch. It seems he’d been wearing a t-shirt under his leather jacket, a short sleeved one. While you’ve seen his forearms before, it’s rare and so you practically ogle the little bit of skin. He’s relaxed back on the couch, sitting there likes he owns it, the room, and your apartment. Like usual. His pants are, as you often state, deliciously tight. You want to sit yourself on his lap and ride his strong thigh till you cum all over it. Shaking your head to clear it, you shuffle closer and feel very shy for some reason. Not only is the sweatshirt big on you and you’re in shorts, but the hem of the top also goes past your shorts, making it look like you have no pants on. He gives you a warm smile and you shoot him a shy one in return.
"You want to build that desk?"
"Not really." You admit and his smile grows then turns into a smirk.
"Come here, pretty." He holds his arm open, and you shuffle over to him. When you go to sit down next to him, he instead pulls you down onto him. Jongho rests back against the couch, settling you sideways over his lap. Resting your head on his shoulder, you two sit there quietly, just reveling in the contact.
"Jongho?"
"Yes?" His arm wraps around your back, hand on your hip to hold you in place and you fiddle with the strings of his hoodie you have on. When you don’t say anything, he bounces his leg, the force making you bounce as well. This movement readjusts you, so you’re facing him more. He’s so handsome and the fire behind his eyes warms through you.
"C-can you kiss me again?" You whisper softly and he chuckles. You let out an 'eep' as he shifts you further, causing you to straddle him. Wanting nothing more than to rub your covered pussy over his thigh, you hold back. He keeps going though, turning so his back is to the armrest and this gives you the room to kneel between his legs. His leg is bent at your side between you and the back cushion, his other foot planted on the floor. He’s so confident, and it’s so freaking hot. Leaning forward somewhat shyly, your hands rests on his chest and get bumped by his leg against your back, pressing you into him. You’re surrounded by Jongho, his scent, his warmth, his strength. His lips meet yours again and you sigh in delight, his hands come to hold yours on his chest. This kiss is less hungry, and he lets you take the lead more as you lean against him. Pulling back, you kiss his cheek, and this makes him huff out a laugh. You shift and kiss the other side of his face above his jaw and then lay one on his neck.
"(Y/N)." He sighs your name out and he leans back more, letting you lay on him more. Splaying your hands over his chest you groan at the muscle you feel under there. He’s just delicious. Your head swims with the thought of what he looks and feels like under that black t-shirt. Laying another kiss near his chin you move back to his lips, and he smiles. Propping yourself up on your knees more, you hover over him, tilting your head down and deepening the kiss. His powerful arms wrap around you and hold you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, and he helps you to straddle him again. When you sit down fully you feel the impressive bulge in his pants.
"Fuck." You gasp and he looks at you smugly.
"Is this moving too fast for you?" He asks and you look at him, shaking your head.
"Dear lord, no. Do you know how long I've wanted this?"
"Hm, no. Tell me." He’s growing cockier by the second and you’re more than willing to stroke his ego.
"Remember almost a year ago when Wooyoung wrapped around my legs, and you hauled him off and put him in his place?"
"That long huh?" His hands move from the small of your back to your ass, pulling you close to grind up into you.
"Fuck." You swear again. Luckily, he’s in jeans, or he could feel you most likely leaking through not only your panties but your shorts as well.
"I've wanted you since you fell asleep on my shoulder when we watched Black Widow in your dorm."
"T-that long? We had only known each other for a few months."
"I know."
"Why didn’t you say anything?"
"Well…honestly, then I just wanted to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress." He admits and your core clenches.
"Now, I love you, and I'm not sure if I want to make love to you or rail you into next week." Jongho buries his face into your neck, beginning to lay soft kisses there and your heartrate spikes. What do you want? Well…both, but what sounds better right then?
"Oh, uh…I don't know which one…" He pulls you down to grind on his hard-on again.
"Whichever one I'm fine with. But choose soon, I can't hold back any longer." You feel his lips move over your thudding pulse point.
"Okay…"
...
'Make love to me.' (Sweet)
'Rail me.' (Spicy)