Choi Junhong was always careful about his image. He was young, the maknae of a rising group. He had an innocent image to adhere to. At first he thought it would be difficult, but then he realized that no matter what he did, it would always come off as cute to their fans. He could push around Himchan and no one would say anything because Himchan was a greaseball and he was just so adorably adorable.
And then he met her. Five years his senior, but that didn't stop the feelings.
"Aigoo, Junhongie! You're so cute!" He hated the way she said it. Junhongie. Cute. He hated the way she watched Yongguk; the way she had to cross her legs whenever the elder spoke. He detested how her hand would remain on Daehyun's arm longer than it needed to. He hated how she would always ruffle his own hair. He detested the fact that Youngjae was her bias. He hated the she would pat his own head. He detested how she laughed with Jongup. He utterly loathed the way Himchan held her. The small tantrums were seen as just that. Aigoo, did the aegi miss his nap time?
Small, hurtful things uttered from her lovely lips had his insides churning inside. But he was young. He didn't understand the feeling. The electricity that went through his body with each touch was rationalized as cooties. What else could they be? The feelings of jealousy that he felt when she interacted with other men were reasoned as annoyance: why was a fan this close to the group? He pushed every thought of her out of his head.
But she kept coming back. In his dreams. In his thoughts. In his lyrics. He'd always find himself glancing at her more and more until finally he'd had enough. What spell had she placed him under? He didn't want to be under it anymore. The feelings were becoming burdening and unbearable. His heart felt heavy and he was hating her interactions with the others even more. He couldn't take it; it hurt. Everything hurt.
So one day, he cornered her. Pressed his body against hers, flush against the wall. It felt right. The heat from her body, it felt right. She was startled. He remembered the surprise in her eyes, the way her lips parted to create the perfect 'O' shape; it was almost comical. His heart was beating so fast, he was sure she could feel it, but then again, maybe it was her heart he was feeling.
"Junhong-ah?" Finally. She didn't call him Junhongie. Finally. "Junhong-ah, what-" He didn't know why he did it, but it was the only thing that seemed right. He kissed her. Lips firmly pressed against her own. He heard the small yelp that escaped her lips, but he didn't pull away and she didn't push him away. Her hands, that were formerly placed against his chest to create some distance, were now wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. It was the first of many hushed kisses that led to their relationship.
Choi Junhong was always careful about his image. He was young, the maknae of a rising group. He had an innocent image to adhere to, but sometimes he couldn't help the way his mind would wander when she would bend over. Or the way she moaned a little when she stretched. Or when her bare leg pressed against his denim clad legs. He blamed Daehyun's and Yongguk's porn collection. He knew he wouldn't feel so bad if he knew she felt the same. The relationship was so hushed, the pair rarely actually spoke of it. She was quiet around him. Not as boisterous as she was around Himchan. Not as loud as she was around Yongguk. Not as cute as she was around Youngjae. Not as caring as she was around Jongup. Not as free as she was around Daehyun.
He hated it. She was his girlfriend. He confessed to her (in his own way). So why was she so different around him? He only saw things in green. Maybe she was only with him to get closer to the others. Maybe she didn't care. The kisses meant nothing. The soft touches meant nothing. The quiet 'I love you's' didn't matter. Not to her. He determined that she just didn't care.
So one day, a whole three months later, he cornered her. Pressed his body against hers, flush against the wall. She wasn't startled this time. This is how all their usual hushed kisses and moments were like. He'd trap her and press himself against her. She'd always gasp into his mouth. She'd always submit to him. But this time it was different. She turned her head away; his lips pressed chastely against her cheek instead.
"What do you want, Junhongie?" He cringed. That name again? That was it; she had to be using him; cheating on him, something! So he accused her. Her eyes met his with shock. "What?!" She had exclaimed. "Junhong-ah, we've been together for three months and you don't even trust me yet?" He shrugged. His greatest fear was being manipulated by someone close. In the span of a few months, she'd taken over his everything. His judgement was clouded; his demeanor was carefree. And he wasn't even faking. He had to know. She pushed him off of her. "I can't handle your immaturity, Junhong-ah," she had snarled. He recalled the hurt in her eyes. If she wasn't cheating on him then why was she like this? Why?
She had walked away from him and he didn't see her for a week. She finally came in one day, but didn't even glance in his direction. She maneuvered towards her friend, the makeup intern. "Do you have my passport? I think I gave it to you for safekeeping." The friend (Junhong couldn't even remember her name) nodded and pointed to her purse. "Thanks," she had said before waving to the group, but her eyes didn't even reach Junhong; they glided over him.Where is she going?" he had asked nonchalantly.
"Out of the country," was the curt response and Junhong cracked a little.
Three months later...
Junhong trails behind his hyungs, dragging his feet. When they enter the dorm, Junhong hears the melodious laugh he hasn't heard in awhile. It takes him by surprise and when he searches for the owner, his eyes lock with familiar ones. Her eyes seem to have been searching for him as well. She greets everyone with a smile on her face and warm hugs, but he disappears. He can't face her; not in front of everyone. He hears them making excuses for him and laughs bitterly. Daehyun makes a pronouncement of getting food and Junhong hears them all leave. He heaves a sigh of relief and wanders out. He's taken by surprise when he sees her leaning against the door. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't even know he's there until his forehead is pressed against hers, hands grasping her face.
"Noona," he breathes, his aching lips inches away from hers.
"Junhong-ah," she gasps and it's just like old times. His body flush against hers as she's pressed against the door. His lips find hers and it's like they never stopped loving. She pulls him closer by the collar of his jacket and his fingers move to dig into the softness of her waist.
"That wasn't very nice of you," he mutters against her lips, "to disappear on me like that. And then not even tell me that you're coming back..." His teeth nip at her lower lip and her breaths stagger.
"You," she began, "you accused me of cheating!"
Junhong nods, "Because you're more free around my hyungs... You're careful and calculated around me."
"Because you're a minor!" she retorts, pushing him away.
Junhong growls, "Don't push me away." His fingers rake through her hair before gripping it tightly, "What does me being a minor have to do with anything?" She blushes and Junhong grins. So that was it. She felt those stirrings too. But she was scared of his age. Junhong suddenly understood all too well. Her face shows indications of embarrassment and he finds it all too cute. His hands grip at the skin under her shirt and she shivers; his fingers feel like ice on her heated skin. "I'm waiting, noona," he smirks.
She stalls, but knows that there's no point. "We can't..." she hesitates, "we can't do things. Because-"
"Don't care," is his annoyed response before his lips capture hers again. She doesn't fight against him and submits to him just like before. Junhong sighs. Now this, this felt right. "They'll be back soon," he mumbles and she understands. Her hands push down his jacket and leads him backwards, towards the communal bedroom. Junhong is surprised by her sudden dominance and when her dress falls to the floor in a heap, his feelings all make sense. The feelings that he felt before. The jealousy that he felt before. The sheer lust that he feels now.
Junhong stands up, still clothed, and regards her bra and underwear-clad form, eyes raking up and down, devouring her piece by piece. His right hand, grabs the back of her neck and brings her face closer to him, her back bending backwards uncomfortably to accommodate his height. "I missed you." She looks up at him in surprise before her arms wind themselves around his neck.
"I missed you too, Junhong-ah," she breathes and bucks her hips against his. Junhong smiles down at her and kisses her again, trailing his tongue against her lower lip.
"Call me oppa, aegi," he insists. She glances up at him skeptically, but sighs with a nod. His finger moves along her spine and she shivers again. The word oppa leaves her mouth in a breathless whisper and Zelo has to grit his teeth to stop the groan from escaping his lips. "I want you," he whispers, "I've wanted you for so long." He watches for her reaction, cautiously running his thumb along her jawline. She only flinches slightly before her lips are over his and her body pushes him backwards on the bed. Junhong ends up sprawled messily on the bed as she looms over him, straddling his small hips.
"That's cute, Junhongie-"
"Oppa," he corrects as his fingers dig into her skin. She grins at him, knowing how much he hates that nickname, especially from her.
"Why, Junhongie? Do you not like my nickname?" She asks teasingly. It takes all of Junhong's willpower to control his emotions and not growl at her like his animal instincts called upon. His long fingers encircle her neck and she purrs as he flips them over so he's on top.
"No. I don't like it. And you know it. Why you try to piss me off after ignoring me and leaving me for over three months is beyond me, but don't test my patience tonight, noona." He chides, tugging off his shirt.
"Or what, Jun.Hong.Ie?" she teases, drawing out every syllable of the nickname he hated so much.
His left eye twitches and Junhong sighs, "And here I wanted out first time together to be gentle and soft." His fingers tug at her hair, pulling her head back to reveal more of her neck. "I don't think I want to be that nice now though." His teeth nip at the newly exposed skin, pulling on it so much that it hurt and she moves away from him. "Oh, no you don't. I warned you. Now you get this." She whimpers at his assault on her neck, arching her back up to meet his pristine body. Her small hands clutch at his shoulders, her newly manicured nails digging into the pale, spotless skin. The pain is relative to Junhong. Mind over matter, he chants in his head. He moves back up to kiss her on the lips, tugging at the already bruised lower lip. She groans beneath him, running her nails down his chest and stomach, trying to distract herself from the pain. Junhong grabs one of her hands and laces their fingers together and it's really the first time he's being remotely gentle and she watches him carefully, knowing there's a catch. Sure enough, he flicks her wrist backwards and presses the hand against the bed.
"Fuck," she curses and he can't help but press another kiss to her lips because it was him making her curse, no one else. His other hand grabs a breast and he relishes in the feel of her hardening nipple.
"Take them off," he orders, referring to her bra and underwear. She hesitates and it's a mistake on her part because Junhong still hasn't matured enough to maintain any patience. "Now," he barks and she hurriedly arches her back to unclasp her bra. He yanks it off, throwing it haphazardly across the room before she shimmies out of her underwear. Before the underwear can hit the ground, he lifts the flimsy piece of cloth to his nose, inhaling before grinning at her. "You're so wet." She blushes under his scrutiny, wanting nothing other than curling up against him, but Junhong has something else in mind.
His body crushes hers again and his lips wrap themselves around a nipple and she whimpers because he's not gentle, but god it felt so good. The way his teeth sinks into the soft flesh of her breast, hard enough that she cries out because he loves hearing her voice screaming out for him. Her fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, clutching desperately to him because his tongue is sinful and hot against her already heated body. He's moving slowly, but sensually and when his clothed bottom half rubs against her naked core, she breathlessly whispers oppa, hoping that would have him moving faster. He grounds his denim covered legs against her, harder and she pulls at his hair, but Junhong determines that he likes how she hurts him because she can't control herself.
"Please," she whispers, "Please just..."
"Just what, aegi? Just what?" He taunts, as his mouth moves to her other breast to give it the same bruising treatment.
"Take off your pants."
A hand grabs her hair roughly and she whimpers, "Are you ordering me around? Your oppa?" She squeezes her eyes shut because it hurts and he relaxes his grip a little. "Do you want to try to ask that again? Politely, this time?" He asks, a look a mischief crossing over his face as he takes in the naked, beautiful, breathless woman beneath him. She nods and Junhong releases his hold on her hair.
"Oppa, please take off your pants. They'll be back soon."
"I don't care, to be honest," he states, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them hit the floor before climbing back up to her. "They can watch." She lifts her hips uses the momentum to wrap her legs around him, grinding her naked core against him. His hand moves behind to slap her ass. "Impatient, are we?" She whines in protest and nods. Junhong moves a finger between their sexes and nearly gasps when he feels her wetness. He pushes a finger in her and her legs tighten around him. He pushes in another and presses against her walls, his cool fingers causing her to writhe against him. She pulls him closer and buries her face into his neck, breathing in his scent as he begins to scissor her. She clutches onto him and her whimpers reach his ears like thunder and he plunges in another finger to prepare her. She almost finds it sweet, but knows that once he really starts, it would be necessary. He finally removes his three fingers and holds them up to her face. He says nothing, but she wraps her mouth around them, licking his fingers clean. Junhong grunts in appreciation before removing his boxers. "Next time," he starts, pumping his cock slowly as the precum oozes out, "I'll let you play with me, but not today." He reaches over her into the nightstand drawer next to the bed to pull out a condom. Slipping it on, his eyes question hers. Was she ready? Did she want this?
She decides to tease him one last time, even though she knows she'll regret it later. "Anytime you're ready, Junhongie." This time, he can't hold back the growl and he enters her so hard, she arches off the bed in an uncomfortable manner. Junhong doesn't care though and he continues to push in her, sloppy in his thrusts. He pulls out too far and guides his cock back into her quickly, before the thrusts start again. He's erratic and selfish. She knows he's thinking more of his climax than hers, so she rubs her clit in circles with two fingers. Junhong doesn't notice at first, but when he does, she wants to curl away from him because his eyes looked so frightening.
"Move your hand," he commands in a gravelly voice she wasn't used to hearing from him. His fingers move to them spot hers had been seconds before and roughly presses against her clit while thrusting in her. She clutches at the bedsheet, curses and his name spewing from her mouth, sometimes in screams, sometimes in between breaths. He knows she's close because she's raising her hips to meet his sloppily. He pinches her clit and she cums, clenching around him with a shrill scream. Junhong relishes in it; music to his ears because it was his name she screamed. A few more thrusts to help her ride out her orgasm and bring him to his and spilled in the condom. She was panting heavily against him as his body fell on top of hers, his arms unable to hold him up anymore.
He's panting her name by her ear and she turns her head slightly to press her lips to his. "I'm sorry for leaving you." Junhong pulls out of her and disposes of the condom. He pulls her into his arms and shakes his head. It was his fault. He didn't know his own emotions and he shouldn't have lashed out. She cuddles into his chest and nods, agreeing with his statement. Junhong laughs, a sweet, childish laugh and briefly, she feels guilty. Then, as if he felt it too, Junhong cups her face, forcing her to look at him.
"I love you," he whispers, his voice hoarse. She smiles at him and returns his sentiments.
"Shouldn't we be getting dressed again...?"
"You two probably should have gotten dressed ten minutes ago," comes an amused voice from the doorway. Daehyun leans against the doorframe with a small smile gracing his features. "You might have heard us come in if noona hadn't been screaming so much." He turns and reminds them that they brought the food and the pair had probably worked up an appetite. He turns back around and raises a brow, "Also, I'd get out of Himchan hyung's bed. I know you don't like him, but he may kill you for fucking in his bed.
