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A series of footsteps came from inside Jongho's flat and you stood up, suddenly alert to your surroundings. You took a nervous breath as the lock on the door began to rattle.
You were extremely nervous to meet Jongho's friends, the way he had talked about them so fondly made you more nervous. What if they didn't like you? How could you date Jongho if the people he really cared about didn't approve of you?
You pushed aside the paranoid thoughts and fiddled with your messy bun, sadly attempting to make yourself look more presentable. With that the door swung open and the warm embrace of your boyfriend greeted you.
"Ah~ I really have missed you." The boy squeezed you slightly and pulled away from the hug, introducing your eyes to the familiar arrangement of his apartment. "Where is everyone?" "Well, I knew you would be nervous to meet them so I told them to wait in my room and play video games." You smiled, the gesture meant a lot to you.
"That means we have plenty of time to ourselves, until you're ready to meet them, of course. And i'm going to need to get that shirt back." He laughed a little, knowing full well he was going to take it off you himself.
You sat patiently on the sofa as Jongho stood at the stove of his open plan kitchen, stirring away. You could hear the violent screams and competitive shouts coming from his room.
"Are you still not ready to meet them?" He said as he mixed the pot of noodles sitting on the hob.
"I just need a few more minutes." You pulled your phone out from your pocket and read the time.
12:05pm
"Actually..." You looked at Jongho who was completely focused on his noodles. "Is there enough to feed 9?"
His face lit up at your words, he rushed to turn down the temperature on his noodles practically glowing with excitement. He placed his fingers on the door handle and turned to you.
"Thank you, y/n." He smiled softly. "This really means alot to me." He looked back at the door and pulled on the handle, "SAN! YUNHO! MINGI! HONGJOONG! SEONGHWA! YEOSANG! WOOYOUNG!" He shouted aggressively in order to garner any ounce of their attention.
You became more nervous when you heard their names. You pulled your legs up onto the settee and snuggled up in the furtherst end of the sofa away from Jongho and his friends.
You looked at Jongho and he waved his hand at you, urging you to come. You sluggishly climbed out of your little space and made your way to Jongho. When you reached the entrance to his room you could see seven other boys all lined up infront of you.
You gave Jongho a look that asked for reassurance, he simply nodded at you. Every single one of them was beautiful, it was so intimidating you didn't know what to do with yourself but then you heard a voice.
"I'm San." A gorgeous man in tracksuit bottoms and a purple shirt rolled up at the sleeves had stepped forward. He took all of you in, looking you up and down. He paused for a second when he saw your top and his facial expression changed.
"Jongho..." He laughed nervously. "Is that my top?"
You looked over at Jongho, he was staring at the floor in order to hold back his laugh. You nudged his arm in annoyance and he looked up, when he saw the anger in your eyes he smiled innocently. You grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his away from San and the rest of his friends.
"Jongho!" You exclaimed and he instantly burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry, it was just too funny."
"Why didn't you tell me?" You were annoyed at first but as the seconds passed you couldn't help but falter and smile at his cute little giggle. He was so irresistibly adorable. You studied you boyfriend for a moment before standing your ground again and shoving him gently.
"HEY! Y/N!" He shouted as you ran back into his room chuckling to yourself.
"San, I'm sorry about your shirt." You said glancing down at the graphic tee.
"Hey, don't worry about it, as long as I get it back." The red-haired man replied.
"Of course, and I'll be taking another one of his shirts, one he actually owns this time." You said in annoyance as your boyfriend ran into the room, panting slightly, you nudged him again.
"Oh, right, yeah..." Another unfamiliar voice began to talk.
"Hongjoong." He put out his hand for you to shake. You looked over at Jongho, 'fancy' you mouthed, he laughed and nodded.
"Yep, that's our Hongjoong." He said smiling fondly.
You greeted four of the other men, each as kind as the last, Jongho stepped further into the room and held you around the waist.
"Okay, that's all of them."
"HEY!" The last man shouted, and Jongho released his grip on you. "I'm sorry." The man laughed nervously, clearly regretting the attention he brought to himself. "He just likes to annoy me because I'm quieter than the rest of them, I'm Yeosang."
"I love that name." You smiled.
Jongho disappeared into the kitchen and you heard a shout as his cooking began to boil, "Noodles anyone?"
