BDE: Johnny Suh Imagines

Chapter One: Why Are You Even With Him?

Chapter One

I walk into the kitchen of the house, a huge grin on my face. I pull the edges of my silk robe closer to my body, covering my satin pajamas. The guys are sitting at the table, eating breakfast.

"Morning," I say happily. I walk over to the espresso machine and make myself a latte and an iced americano for Johnny, who is still upstairs in the shower. I hum softly and gather the espresso pods.

"She's humming," Mark says.

"She is humming," Ten confirms.

"Why is she humming?" Haechan asks.

I set the espresso machine to start making my latte, then turn around and lean against the counter, smiling at them. "Can't I just be happy?"

"Not without reason," Doyoung states matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, seriously (y/n). You're glowing. What's up?" Mark asks.

"I'm not—" I start to protest, but Lucas cuts me off.

"Mark, don't you get it? There can only be one reason for this," he states obviously. The rest of the boys and I turn to look at Lucas, curious as to what he'll say next. "She obviously got laid last night." The guys smirk and start to laugh.

I blush and try to hide my smile. "What makes you say that, Lucas?"

"Well, did you?"

I bite my lip and nod subtly. "Maybe..."

"Ha, you see!" Lucas shouts proudly.

"Shut up," I mumble. I turn back to finish making the coffees. I set Johnny's drink down on the counter for him to grab once he comes down. I take mine and walk over to the table, sitting next to Mark.

"Johnny must've fucked you good," Yuta smirks. I take a sip of my coffee and hide my smile.

"You guys are so different," Mark says.

"Well, yeah. But, we're more alike than you think, Mark," I say.

"You and me are more alike, (y/n)," Lucas says. "Why are you even with him?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "Two words, Lucas." I smirk, "Endless orgasms."

The rest of the guys burst out laughing. A few of them whispering, "ooh."

Yuta shoves Lucas' shoulder. "Nice try, Lucas." I take a sip of my drink as Mark begins to speak again.

"But seriously, he can't be that good, can he?" he asks.

My mind thinks back to last night. I remember gripping the sheets as my back arched, Johnny's name slipping out of my mouth between curses and moans. I sigh at the memory. "He is, though."

"Really?" Mark asks, arching his eyebrow.

"Yup. Best I've ever had."

"No way!" Lucas exclaims, shocked. "I bet I'm better. (y/n), we could..."

I lean across the table and smack him. He yelps and rubs his cheek. "Care to finish that sentence, Lucas?"

"No, Ma'am. I'm good."

"Good," I smirk and take another sip of my latte. "Like I said, best I've ever had. I don't want anybody else."

"But like, how good was it? Tell us," Yuta presses.

Just then, Johnny walks into the kitchen.