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Keshi’s new album rocks. Wonwoo would definitely listen to it on the train or something.
It sort of sucks that right now the lo-fi beats are doing absolutely nothing to drown out the sound of Soonyoung whining behind the bathroom door.
Usually Wonwoo really likes his job. Soonyoung is nice and easy to manage most of the time, and the company pays him well because they know how hard he has to work. It’s mostly scheduling and taking care of Soonyoung, ordering her meals and setting up her cars and things like that. Wonwoo doesn’t know how managers of groups do it—he has a hard time keeping track of just her sometimes.
Like right now, when Soonyoung disappeared two hours into Keshi’s exclusive launch party and Wonwoo scoured the dance floor from the balcony where he would hang with the other managers.
Seungkwan had finally been the one to let him know he saw Soonyoung running to the bathroom with Kim Mingyu, a douchey-looking 180 cm member of Keshi’s extended circle of friends.
“He’s my friend, he’s fine,” Seungkwan had said, but Wonwoo was already on his feet.
Honestly, Soonyoung is way too forward when she gets drunk. He wouldn’t care, doesn’t really, because she can do whatever she wants, but as her manager Wonwoo has to make sure that this guy signs an NDA or else there’s no telling what this might do to her career, and by extension, his job.
Through no fault of his own, Wonwoo has found out that Soonyoung is sort of weird in bed. Weird enough that, if he didn’t make guys sign NDAs, Pannchoa would absolutely love to hear some of the stories Soonyoung has told Wonwoo. They might also like to see the pictures of bite marks left by Soonyoung’s blunt little teeth or the strap Wonwoo had to buy her from a sex shop. That was a horrifying experience that Wonwoo would love to forget about.
Anyway. Wonwoo is, as per usual, outside a bathroom at an event he really has no business being at, with his work phone open to their digital NDA for Kim Mingyu to sign once he’s finished.
“Ah—Hyung, fuck!” Soonyoung chokes out from behind the door. There’s a shuffling noise and then something heavy slams against the door behind Wonwoo’s back.
Wonwoo gulps. They must be doing it against the door now, which means they’re only separated by a couple centimeters of wood. He pulls out his own phone and scrolls aimlessly through Twitter, but he can’t read anything against the way the door keeps rocking against his back.
“Fuck, fuck me, oh, fuck, yes,” Soonyoung cries out. Wonwoo feels a trickle of heat run down his back as Kim Mingyu makes a whimpering noise.
He wants to go home. Wants to be in his room with his phone watching porn on Twitter and not thinking about Soonyoung getting fucked behind him. No, he wants to be able to think about Soonyoung getting fucked in private instead. Wants to be the guy on the other side of the door—no, that’s not why he’s here. Fuck. He’s working, he’s getting paid for this. This is his job, to be the person Soonyoung trusts to keep her safe when she wants to do something impulsive. Soonyoung shatters the glass and Wonwoo sweeps it up.
The rattling of the door gets more and more violent as Wonwoo stands there, desperately trying to listen to the music playing back in the main hall of the club. It’s no use; he can hear them both moaning against the door. It would be hot if—fuck, it is hot, but Wonwoo is too nervous about someone finding out it’s Soonyoung to really focus on that.
A guy walks up to the bathrooms and looks at Wonwoo standing there.
“Uh—occupied,” Wonwoo says loudly. “Sorry. I think they drank too much.”
The guy chuckles and says, “Sure sounds like it.
Wonwoo gives him a curt nod and tries to look as intimidating as possible. From behind the door there’s a shriek and then a slam against the wood, and then the distinct sound of Soonyoung cackling.
The guy nods back, a wry smile on his face, and says, “I will… come back.” He walks away quickly.
Finish up, Wonwoo begs silently. Please.
It’s like they heard him, because behind him Soonyoung starts babbling again.
“I’m coming—I’m, fuck, fuck, ah—”
Wonwoo rubs a hand over his face. This should be against his rights as a worker. There’s a slam against the door, almost like someone punched it, and then he can hear Kim Mingyu growl loudly and then they finally settle down.
Wonwoo moves to the side of the door and waits. There’s a sound of running water and paper towels being ripped, and then the door unlocks and Kim Mingyu walks out, looking disheveled with a grin on his face.
“Hey, man,” Wonwoo steps into his line of sight and tries his best to fill up the hallway. Mingyu’s smile drops immediately.
“Oh fuck, is she your girlfriend?” Mingyu slurs, looking afraid. “I’m so sorry, she didn’t say anything, oh my god—”
Wonwoo laughs at him, he can’t help it. He pulls his work phone out and flashes the screen at him. “No, I’m her manager. I just need you to—”
Mingyu pushes his hair back from his face and straightens up. “Oh, sure. Yeah.” He takes the phone from Wonwoo’s hand and signs quickly. “Not my first NDA,” Mingyu says, and he winks sloppily.
Jesus, what a douchebag.
Wonwoo fakes a laugh and says, “Thanks. You know how it is, then.”
“Yeah, and hey,” Mingyu says. “I’m not—I’m sort of up-and-coming, but like. If you and her could keep this quiet too.”
“Of course,” Wonwoo says. He has never heard of Kim Mingyu and he doesn’t think he ever will, but it’s mutually assured destruction if it comes out for either of them. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks,” Mingyu says. He holds out his hand for Wonwoo to shake and Wonwoo stares at it. Did he…?
“He washed his hands,” Soonyoung says, stepping out of the bathroom to lean against the doorway. “Thanks again, Mingyu-ssi.”
Wonwoo takes Mingyu’s hand and shakes it, feeling weird. This is weird, right? Like some horrible godfather type of situation.
Mingyu smiles at Wonwoo and then turns to Soonyoung and says, “Um—text me?”
“Sure,” Soonyoung says with a smile. “Now get lost before Wonwoo kills and eats you.”
“I would never—”
“Bye!” Kim Mingyu says, and walks away quickly.
Soonyoung laughs loudly. “You have such a serial killer vibe when you do that, Wonwoo-ssi.”
“Do what? Try to preserve your career?” Wonwoo says, crossing his arms.
Soonyoung adjusts her hair, pulling it up into a knot on the top of her head, and says, “Wanna go?”
“Yeah, of course,” Wonwoo says.
Wonwoo joined this company because it was pretty small. He wanted a job, yeah, but he had no interest in being the manager to anyone super famous. Pledis had debuted a flop girl group, a boy group that was doing okay, and Soonyoung. They asked Wonwoo if he was more comfortable working on a team or as an individual. The answer was pretty clear to him; he preferred to work alone. So they gave him to Soonyoung.
It does sort of feel like Soonyoung owns him sometimes. He gets paid to follow the crook of her finger and attend to her every whim. But Soonyoung usually uses her power over him for good instead of evil. She gets him time off around the holidays and sends him home early if she’s practicing until the early hours of the morning. If he orders food for her, she makes sure he orders some for himself. They’re a good team like that.
Then, Soonyoung’s single blew up and Wonwoo trended on Twitter after escorting her out of the van at Music Bank.
BOA COUSIN HOSHI’S #PRINCE_MANAGER
Pannchoa
September 2021
++ 1. Wow, is he seriously a manager?
++ 2. Pledis’s best visual is a manager… so ironic ㅋㅋ
++ 3. ㅎㅎㅎ Kwon Soonyoung is so lucky
++ 4. I wouldn’t be able to get any work done with him around ㅎ
It was so embarrassing. Soonyoung read the comments out to him while they were driving to her hometown for Chuseok and laughed at how his ears turned red.
“Oh, they keep calling you a prince,” Soonyoung had said. “If only they knew… you’re the weird wizard making potions in some back room of the castle.”
“Fuck off,” Wonwoo said. She flicked his ear.
It really does feel like they’re friends most of the time. They’re the same age. They laugh at the same jokes. Soonyoung is so professional, sometimes Wonwoo barely has a job to do.
They’re at Studio Choom for Soonyoung’s Artist of the Month filming. Wonwoo watches from behind the camera while Soonyoung does aegyo and explains her process for choreography.
“I really wanted to show a powerful Hoshi,” Soonyoung says, the glitter on her eyes sparkling. “A person with versatility.”
“You made it really clear about your styling this time, right, Hoshi-ssi?” The staff member asks.
“Yeah, I said I wanted to look like a boy,” Soonyoung says. She gestures down at her outfit, a loose orange suit and button down with a few buttons undone to show off her flat chest. “Like 1 of 1 SHINee. So here I am. What do you think?” She runs a hand through her hair and pouts her lips, then curls in on herself shyly, covering her face with one small hand.
“Hoshi-oppa!” The staff member coos, and Soonyoung laughs.
“Ah, that’s right,” she says, and winks at the camera, hamming it up. “I like the sound of that.” She giggles. Wonwoo can feel himself smiling at her. No one is immune to her charms.
They joke around a little bit more and then the staff member says, “Hoshi-ssi, what do you think about your manager stealing the show when you were at music bank?”
Hoshi laughs and the cameraman swings around to focus on him.
Wonwoo ducks his head and is so, so thankful he’s wearing a mask because he’s sure his face does something ugly. He waves bashfully, still not comfortable being the focus of a camera lens after all these years.
“Hey! Don’t let him do it again,” Soonyoung says with a pout, drawing the attention back to her. The cameraman turns to make sure he catches her face. She gives him a brief, genuine smile and says, “Ah, but really, I’m so thankful for this oppa. He’s the only reason I’m awake for this right now.”
Wonwoo blushes; she doesn’t have to call him oppa and he knows she’s only doing it for the camera’s sake, but it makes him feel weird anyway. He likes it better when they’re equals.
On the drive back, Soonyoung is texting furiously.
“Jisoo-unnie wants to get dinner. Do you want to hang out with Seungcheol, or just go home?” Soonyoung asks. She’s all bundled up in a matching purple sweatsuit now, a beanie pushing her bangs into her face.
It feels weirdly domestic. Soonyoung doesn’t ask for permission and Wonwoo doesn’t expect it. If she wants to see her friends she can; it’s up to him if he wants to come. Jisoo’s manager will be there anyway, and Seungcheol is funny and nice and trustworthy.
Soonyoung definitely has a crush on him.
Wonwoo stifles a yawn and says, “I’ll just drop you off. Can Seungcheol get you both home?”
“Oppa,” Soonyoung whines. There she goes again. “I’m 27, I can get myself home.”
“You don’t even know how to work Kakao Taxi,” Wonwoo says.
Soonyoung scowls. “I do! It’s just not accepting my bank information because you keep changing my phone number.”
“Sorry, do you want to get stalked?” Wonwoo asks politely. Soonyoung hits him lightly on his temple.
“Whatever.” Soonyoung puts her feet up on the dashboard and watches the streetlights flash past. “Seungcheol can take me home, yeah.”
“Cool.” Wonwoo feels very cool about it. Very normal about Seungcheol taking care of Soonyoung. Very chill with Seungcheol dropping Jisoo off first and then driving to Soonyoung’s building in Hannam and Soonyoung asking him if he wants to come inside and Seungcheol saying yes.
He feels very normal about the fact that Soonyoung and Seungcheol might sleep together while he’s at home playing League of Legends until his carpal tunnel forces him to go to sleep.
A consequence of being a manager is keeping your phone off silent at all times, just in case. Wonwoo’s heart always speeds up when he hears the ringtone, even if it’s just his supervisor checking in about some bookings they have lined up.
It’s almost 4 am when Wonwoo’s ringtone wakes him up in a panic. He doesn’t even check who’s calling, just opens the phone and holds it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Wonu-yah,” Soonyoung’s voice slurs, “Can you call me a taxi?”
Wonwoo’s heart drops. “Where are you?”
Someone else says something and Soonyoung laughs and then says to Wonwoo, “I’m at Jisoo’s place. I tried to, uh, to do the Kakao T, but it doesn’t work. Your fault.”
Wonwoo puts his phone under his chin and drags himself out of bed. “Stay there, okay? I’ll be there in like 20 minutes.”
“Aish, you don’t have to pick me up,” Soonyoung says. “Just call me a cab.”
“You’re drunk,” Wonwoo says as he shoves his legs into some pants. “You might try to fuck the cab driver.”
“Ew!” Soonyoung shrieks. “I would never!”
“I’m just looking out for my job, Hoshi-ssi,” Wonwoo says, pulling on his jacket and grabbing the keys to his car. “If your career goes down in flames I’ll be unemployed, unmarried, and a gamer.”
“Oh noooo,” Soonyoung cries. “I’ll do better just for you, oppa.”
Wonwoo huffs out a laugh and heads out to the carpark. It’s freezing. “Will I be your date at the BBMAs?” Wonwoo asks. He’s being forward but it’s four in the morning and Soonyoung is wasted, so he feels like he can be a little more bold.
“Un, yeah, sure,” Soonyoung says. “We can wear matching suits.”
Wonwoo smiles at that and unlocks his car. “I’m going to hang up so I can drive, okay?”
“Okay, oppa,” Soonyoung says. “Hurry.”
Wonwoo does.
Thankfully, Jisoo’s apartment is in Cheongdam, so Wonwoo doesn’t have to cross the river or anything to get to her. He shows security his ID and idles in the parking garage, waiting for Soonyoung to spill out of the elevator.
Eventually, the doors open and Wonwoo sees Seungcheol leading Soonyoung out with a hand on her waist. It’s too early in the morning for Wonwoo to pretend it doesn’t make him feel jealous.
“Change of plans,” Soonyoung slurs as she drops into the seat. “I’m going to see Kim Mingyu. He sent me his address, I can send it to you—”
“No, you’re not,” Wonwoo says firmly.
“Why?”
“Because it’s four in the morning and you’re wasted,” Wonwoo says. No other reason.
Soonyoung pouts. “I’m not wasted.”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes at her. “You have two choices: you can sleep at your place or mine.”
Soonyoung throws herself back in her seat and clumsily straps herself in. “Ugh.”
“Where are we going?” Wonwoo asks.
Soonyoung grumbles something out.
“What?” Wonwoo says.
“Mine,” she finally says, turning to look out the window pointedly.
“Okay,” Wonwoo says easily, pulling out of the car park.
Soonyoung falls asleep in the passenger seat, her red little face slack and squished up against the door. Wonwoo has to carry her inside, which means he gets some weird looks from the security guard until they recognize him.
She’s heavier than she looks, all muscle from years of dance training and working out. Wonwoo’s huffing and puffing by the time he reaches her door and enters the code.
He kicks off his shoes and dumps Soonyoung unceremoniously on her bed.
She bounces a couple times and lets out a grunt. “What the fuck?” she grumbles, sitting up on her hands.
“Welcome home,” Wonwoo says, surveying her apartment. There’s stuffed animals everywhere and a bunch of dried flowers from bouquets people sent her.
Soonyoung rubs the back of her head and says, “Thanks for picking me up.”
“Of course,” Wonwoo says gently. “I’m sure Mingyu will be okay waiting until you get some sleep.”
“Ah, yeah,” Soonyoung says. “I’m just… when I’m drunk I get sort of… you know.”
Horny, Wonwoo’s brain supplies. “I just don’t want you to do anything that’s not safe,” Wonwoo says finally. “You barely know this guy and… I don’t know.”
Soonyoung nods, her face in a serious little pout. “Thanks. Yeah.”
Wonwoo turns to leave but there’s a tug from behind him on his jacket. He turns back around to see Soonyoung looking up at him.
“What if it was someone I know?” She asks.
Wonwoo’s face burns. He knows she’s talking about Seungcheol. “You don’t have to ask me for permission, Soonyoung-ah,” he says. “You’re a grown-up.”
“Okay,” Soonyoung says quietly, looking at her own feet. “Good to know.”
Wonwoo leaves, feeling weird and exhausted and confused. It can’t matter to him much; he has to be back to pick up Soonyoung tomorrow anyway.
Soonyoung has been holed up in the recording studio with Jihoon and Bumzu for what feels like weeks. Wonwoo has his own meetings and stuff to go to, so it’s not like he’s completely free, but there’s definitely a lot less to do.
Mostly he has to make sure Soonyoung is eating and sleeping semi-regularly. He ordered delivery for the four of them, some kimbap so they can eat with one hand and work with the other.
Wonwoo pushes open the studio door and everyone shushes him before he’s even said a word. He puts the bag down as quietly as possible and takes a seat on the couch.
Soonyoung has her lips basically touching the mic, spitting a rap verse over a low, throbbing beat. Bumzu and Jihoon bop their heads in sync while Soonyoung works.
She looks objectively bad, her hair greasy and tied back in a tangled bun. Dark circles paint her face and her lips are pale, like she’s dehydrated. This is Wonwoo’s job, to get her in a shower and make her drink something. He’s worried about her.
Sonoyoung finishes her verse and Bumzu whoops in celebration. She looks from around the mic with a huge grin on her face that scrunches up her eyes. “Did we get it?”
“I think that time, yeah,” Bumzu says. “It was good. Do you feel good about it?”
“I feel... hungry,” Soonyoung says, eyeing Wonwoo and the bag of food. “And good. But hungry.”
“I think we’re good,” Jihoon says. “It’s just little refinements from here. You should get some rest.”
“So should you,” Soonyoung says, staring Jihoon down.
“It’s not my job to be pretty,” Jihoon retorts.
Soonyoung gasps. “Aw, do you really think I’m pretty?”
“Eat your fuckin’ food,” Jihoon says, color rising up his neck. Wonwoo watches him turn back and fiddle with something on the computer.
Soonyoung settles on the couch next to Wonwoo and crosses her legs.
“You smell rank,” Wonwoo says kindly, digging a roll out of the bag and placing it in Soonyoung’s lap.
“So do you, what’s your excuse?” Soonyoung asks, unwrapping the kimbap and shoving a whole piece in her mouth.
Wonwoo snorts. “Jihoon, Bumzu-hyung, do you want food?”
Jihoon doesn’t even look at him, just shakes his head and leans closer to the monitor. Bumzu holds out a hand and takes enough food for both of them.
“She can go, seriously,” Bumzu says. “We’re just tweaking stuff now.”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” Soonyoung says through a mouthful of food. “I decide when I wanna go.”
Bumzu bows a little and says, “Yeah, of course.”
Soonyoung turns to Wonwoo with food bulging in her cheeks and grabs his arm. In a low voice she says, “Wonwoo, I need to go home.”
Wonwoo laughs at her. “Okay, let’s go, then.”
They wave bye to Jihoon and Bumzu and start to head for the car.
“I think Jihoon has a crush on you,” Wonwoo says, shoving his hands in his pockets while they wait for the elevator. He doesn’t know what compels him to say it; the words just sort of break out of his mouth.
Soonyoung makes a face under her mask. “Ew. Come on.”
“I’m serious,” Wonwoo says, holding the elevator door for them. “And he’s… someone you know.”
“He’s someone I—oh my god, Wonwoo,” Soonyoung says. “Are you trying to get me laid? Oh my god.”
Wonwoo’s face burns. “I’m just making an observation.”
“Well, your observations are weird,” Soonyoung says. “I’m not going to—ew, what the hell?”
Wonwoo doesn’t know why he said it; it’s not like he actually wants Sonyoung to start sleeping with Jihoon. More than that, Soonyoung is his coworker. Technically, she’s his boss.
“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo mutters, bowing a little. “That was over the line.”
Soonyoung scoffs and watches the floors on the elevator count down quietly. “You’re stupid,” she finally says. “There’s no line with us, okay?”
“Um, okay,” Wonwoo says.
“I don’t want you to feel like I’m not your friend,” Soonyoung continues. “Like, you don’t need to worry about being professional with me. I don’t care.”
“I know,” Wonwoo says, frowning a little.
“Okay,” Soonyoung says quietly.
Seungkwan says he doesn’t like going to barbecue places because he always leaves smelling like meat, and Wonwoo chooses to believe that instead of reading into it because he’s a good friend. They end up getting burgers anyway, so Wonwoo is happy.
It’s a rare night off for both of them. Soonyoung is visiting her sister and Seungkwan’s guy, a Korean-American rapper signed with YG, never leaves his house once he’s done with work.
“I know that’s a lie, actually,” Seungkwan says. “Because he keeps taking selcas on the bus. But like, it’s not my job to be his warden, you know? I’m there for work events only. In his free time, if he wants to take the bus, whatever. He can do that.”
Seungkwan’s face makes it clear he disapproves a little but the dark circles under his eyes make it clear he can’t care that much.
“Sure,” Wonwoo says, sipping his cola. “Are things still—”
“Things with him are fine,” Seungkwan says. “It’s actually… been fine, since he found out. I was worried but he’s lived in America, you know? So he doesn’t care about that kind of thing, I think.”
Wonwoo nods. The people Seungkwan chooses to tell about his sexuality are none of his business, but it’s good that Vernon took it well.
“How’s your girl?” Seungkwan asks, dipping a fry in mayo and tossing it in his mouth.
“Busy,” Wonwoo says. “Fucking busy. But she’s good. She works really hard.”
“Uh-huh,” Seungkwan says. “Mingyu said she stood him up.”
“Ah, yeah,” Wonwoo says, scratching his head. “She… yeah. She asked me to drive her over but she was wasted, I didn’t want to… let her. Yeah.”
Seungkwan watches him take a huge bite of his burger with a look of disgust. “You didn’t want to ‘let her?’”
Wonwoo swallows, his mouth dry. “Uh, yeah. She was really drunk.”
Seungkwan nods. “Oh. Sure.”
“I… think she wants to hook up with Choi Seungcheol,” Wonwoo says. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it.
Seungkwan pounces on it immediately. “Woah. Why do you say that?”
“Just a hunch,” Wonwoo grunts, shoving a few fries in his mouth.
“Well, I guess that’s not a terrible choice,” Seungkwan says. “He’s nice and sweet and—oh my god, your face right now!”
Wonwoo didn’t even notice the frown forming. “What?”
“You look like you swallowed glass,” Seungkwan says with a laugh.
Wonwoo tries to compose his face, pushing up his glasses. “No I don’t.”
“You can’t see your own face,” Seungkwan argues. “Does it upset you that she might hook up with him?”
“No,” Wonwoo says. It’s a lie and he knows it. He knows Seungkwan knows it too. “She can do whoever—uh, whatever she wants.”
“Sure.” Seungkwan says, raising his eyebrows and sipping his coke delicately. “You know, it’s okay to be worried for her. It’s... probably not good to be jealous.”
Wonwoo takes the train back to his apartment in a state of shock and confusion. He puts his earphones in but doesn’t remember to put any music on. He can’t stop thinking about the mess of feelings stuck inside him, trying to make sense of them. The duty and responsibility feels caught in a fight with something bright and warm, and he doesn’t know if it makes sense to try to separate them. It doesn’t feel bad or wrong to feel like this. Just confusing. Just different. Just scary.
“Wonwoo-hyung,” Soonyoung whines into the phone. “Mingyu took me to—I’m by your house, can I come over?”
Wonwoo sighs and rubs his eyes. He was asleep, again. Honestly, this girl.
“You don’t wanna stay with him?” Wonwoo asks.
“Nooo,” Soonyoung says. “He’s boring. He just wants me to take pictures of him.”
Wonwoo laughs at that. “Where are you?”
“I’m… outside… I walked…” Soonyoung says slowly.
“You’re outside?” Wonwoo bolts up in bed. “You walked? Alone?”
Soonyoung giggles. “My legs work, dummy. It wasn’t far.”
“It’s—” Wonwoo checks the time on his phone. “It’s two in the morning, Soonyoung.”
“You live in Gangnam,” Soonyoung says. “It’s not like there was no one else on the street.”
“Someone could have recognized you,” Wonwoo says.
“Wonwoo,” Soonyoung whines. “I’m cold. Argue with me inside.”
Wonwoo grumbles in agreement, throwing on sweatpants and buzzing her into the building. In the meantime, he gets a blanket for the couch and rearranges the pillows. She can take his bed, he’ll sleep out here. Ugh, the couch isn’t long enough for him. He’ll have to sleep all curled up or it’ll fuck with his back.
He hears his lock beep—how does she know his code?
The door opens and Wonwoo can hear Soonyoung stumble over the doorstep and kick her clunky sneakers off.
“Hiiiii,” Soonyoung says, flipping on the main light like she owns the place and walking over to the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the fridge. She’s still in her coat and scarf, looking all bundled up like a convenience store sweet potato. “It’s so cold out, wow.”
“Hi,” Wonwoo says, pushing his hair back into shape. “You look cold.”
“Yeah—ugh, now I’m warm from the stairs though,” Soonyoung says, tugging off her jacket and scarf aggressively, making her hair fly into her face. She dumps her stuff on the couch and says, “Were you sleeping? I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
“You’ve never been sorry before,” Wonwoo grumbles, scratching his stomach.
Soonyoung turns back to him, bottle of water in her hand. Her hair falls in limp strands over her shoulders. She’s wearing some weird bright sweatshirt and baggy jeans. Wonwoo thinks she looks beautiful like this, like a person. She also seems way more sober than she sounded on the phone. Her face is still red but it looks like it’s more cold than flush.
“Um, you can take my bed,” Wonwoo says. “I’ll sleep out here.”
Soonyoung nods, chewing on her lip. “Can I shower real quick?” she asks.
“Oh, um. Yeah. Sure,” Wonwoo says. “Do you need… clothes…?”
“Uh-huh,” Soonyoung says, already headed to the bathroom. “I’m gonna use your towel.”
Wonwoo hears the water heater kick on with a hum and Soonyoung shrieks a little from the bathroom. Wonwoo wants so badly to feel normal about picking out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt from his small pile of clean clothes.
They won’t fit her well. Wonwoo has to buy clothes specifically for his shoulders, and then they just sort of hang off the rest of him. Soonyoung might be tall, but she’s compact. The clothes will fall off of her.
He picks up a pair of his briefs and hesitates. Girls… have to wear underwear under pants, right? Otherwise...
Wonwoo has to physically shake his head to clear that thought out of his brain. He’s working. It might be two in the morning on a Saturday but if she’s around, he’s working. He has to be.
He pulls out an extra pillow and before he can think too much about it, puts the briefs on the pile of clothes.
In the bathroom, he hears the water shut off. Wonwoo scrambles to be seen doing something normal, and ends up just standing in the middle of his room like an NPC when Soonyoung walks out wrapped in his towel.
Wonwoo should have left the room. That becomes clear the second Soonyoung freezes in her steps, water dripping from her hair onto her chest.
“Hi,” Soonyoung says, clearly trying to look normal. “You look like you’re going to skin me and eat my meat.”
That breaks Wonwoo out of his fugue state. “Stop implying I’m a cannibal,” Wonwoo says.
“I will if you get new glasses,” Soonyoung says casually. “Turn around. Or don’t. Ha.”
Wonwoo turns around, his face burning, and hears the towel drop to the floor. The tension in his body must be obvious to Soonyoung, the way he’s got his fists clenched at his sides and the sharp downturn of his neck. He stares at his mismatched socks with intense concentration.
Soonyoung says, “Okay, cool. Wow, this is really soft…”
Wonwoo turns around to see Soonyoung in one of his sweatshirts and his briefs. The sleeves are so long on her that they cover her hands completely. She bends over to pick the towel up off the floor and the neckline of the sweatshirt gapes, exposing the smooth skin of her chest and two small brown nipples.
Wonwoo feels like he might die. “I—I’m tired,” he says, feigning a yawn. “I’m gonna go to sleep.” He jabs a thumb at the door back to his living room.
“Oh,” Soonyoung says, tossing the towel onto her head and squeezing to dry her hair. “Yeah, of course. On the couch.”
“Yup.”
Soonyoung narrows her eyes at him. “You’re being... chivalrous.”
Wonwoo just nods. “That’s my job,” he explains.
Soonyoung lets out a frustrated groan and drops the towel, turning towards the bed. “Okay, bye then.” She flops onto the covers, the shards of street light reflecting off the smooth skin of her legs.
Wonwoo stands there. “What?” he says.
“You are—” Soonyoung covers her eyes and kicks the blanket with frustration. “You’re so—I’m really trying here, okay? I’ve never had to do this before.”
That just confuses Wonwoo more. “Do what?”
Soonyoung rolls around in apparent agony, making anguished noises before flopping flat onto her back and staring resolutely at the ceiling.
“Do you know how many people have talked to me about how hot you are in the last two months?” Soonyoung says, not looking at him. “It’s killing me.”
“Oh,” Wonwoo says. “Sorry about that?”
Soonyoung puts an arm over her face and takes a deep breath. “Okay. This was—I just read into it too much, is all. God,” she laughs. “This is—ha. Fuck.”
Wonwoo frowns. “I… I don’t know what’s going on,” he says.
“Wonwoo. I came... to your house.”
Wonwoo nods. He feels stupid when she talks to him like this, like he doesn’t have his glasses on. “Yeah.”
“I’m wearing your clothes.”
“Um, sure. Yeah.”
Soonyoung sits up suddenly, her eyes wide. “Oh my god,” she says. She looks at him. “You didn’t mean you, did you?”
“Huh?” Wonwoo is genuinely, completely lost.
Soonyoung leans forward until she’s almost at the edge of his bed. “When you told me to sleep with someone I know.”
All the oxygen in his brain trickles out of the gape of his mouth at her words. His words, technically, uttered a few weeks ago when she was so drunk he didn’t think she would remember, let alone think that… That…
She must have noticed at some point, the way he looks at her. God, how embarrassing. He has to quit, probably.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Wonwoo says. “I’ve been trying really hard to be professional and keep it to myself--”
“I don’t want you to be professional!” Soonyoung bellows. “I want you to fuck me!”
There’s a beat. Wonwoo feels like it might last forever, like the sun might wait for them to figure out what they’re saying to each other.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Wonwoo finally says, just to see murderous intent flash in Soonyoung’s eyes.
She picks up a pillow and throws it at his head, hitting him dead in the face. Wonwoo yelps and staggers back.
“No, wait, come here,” Soonyoung whines. “Come here and let me kill you.”
Wonwoo steps towards her and she holds her hands up like she’s going to choke him to death. Honestly, he deserves it, now that he can look back. Usually he considers himself to be pretty good at putting clues together, but Soonyoung is a blind spot, bright and shiny and hard to ignore. Wonwoo was so busy being ashamed about how much he wanted her he forgot to figure out whether or not she wanted him too.
Soonyoung’s hands close around his throat. She squeezes tight, for a second, and then pulls him down on top of her.
“Oof,” Wonwoo huffs out. His body lands between her legs and he tries to move but she wraps her thighs around him and holds him there tight.
“You have a crush on me,” Soonyoung says, an intense look in her eyes. She’s not asking.
Wonwoo feels hyper aware of everything, from the blush burning his face to Soonyoung’s hands around his neck. “Uh-huh,” he says.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Soonyoung says, arching her back and pushing her chest against his. She gives him a little smile.
With one shaking hand, Wonwoo palms the soft outside of her thigh where it’s wrapped around his hip. Soonyoung smiles at him and exhales. He digs his fingers into the soft skin there and feels the muscles underneath.
Soonyoung drags one of her hands up his neck to cup his jaw, her nails digging into his skin.
“Are you scared?” Soonyoung asks quietly. Wonwoo nods; he’s too scared to speak.
Wonwoo’s still in his head about it, scanning the contract he signed years ago for some sort of clause that would prevent him from wanting her as much as he does. Maybe he’s a masochist, maybe it’s the delayed gratification, but Wonwoo feels like if he starts he’ll never be able to stop, like he’ll live between Soonyoung’s thighs for the rest of his life.
“I want to be sure,” Wonwoo says in a shaky voice. “This is crossing a line.”
“It’s just us,” Soonyoung says. “No lines here.”
She nods at Wonwoo. He nods back.
Wonwoo leans down until he can taste when she exhales, hesitating now because he knows it’ll make her desperate. Sure enough, Soonyoung uses her strength to pull him down further and further until their lips connect in a slick slide.
Soonyoung’s mouth is blood-hot and open against his, setting his heart beating in double time as her lips catch and pull against his. Soonyoung is humming into his mouth, the same sound she makes when she eats something good. Wonwoo will never be able to eat with her again after this, not without thinking about filling her mouth with his skin instead.
Soonyoung could eat him and he would thank her. It feels like she already has.
Wonwoo pushes a knee between her legs and Soonyoung chokes on a hum, her mouth opening wide under his as she starts to grind into the pressure.
He’s still got a grip on her thigh and he uses it to hitch her further up his leg, smiling into her mouth when she squeals against him. The more noises Soonyoung makes, the more Wonwoo wants to make her cry and shake under him.
Wonwoo reels his head back and disconnects their lips, smiling when Soonyoung chases his mouth and then pouts.
“Mean,” Soonyoung breathes out, her lips already turning red. “I’ll eat you first,” she murmurs to herself. She threads a hand into Wonwoo’s hair and pulls his head down to graze her blunt teeth along his throat, licking at the pulse beating under Wonwoo’s skin.
Wonwoo gasps as Soonyoung latches her mouth onto his jugular and bites, her hand still tugging at his hair. She’s playing him like an instrument, hitting all the right keys to make his whole nervous system light up.
Wonwoo retaliates by picking his head up and saying, “Call me hyung.”
Soonyoung’s body shudders underneath him. She blinks up at him and says, “You don’t want oppa?”
“I want you,” Wonwoo says.
“Cheesy, hyung-ah,” Soonyoung says, running a hand through his hair. “Wanna fuck?”
Wonwoo laughs at how blunt she is. “Yeah, I do,” he says.
“Yay,” Soonyoung says, lifting the hem of her shirt.
Wonwoo catches her hands and says, “I wanna do it.”
“Mm, okay,” Soonyoung says, allowing Wonwoo to place her hands at her side and settle between her legs.
Wonwoo slides his hands under his sweatshirt, pressing down on Soonyoung’s soft stomach with his fingertips. It feels like slow motion, like Wonwoo is stuck in some syrupy sex dream. He wants to keep it that way.
“Ah, so slow,” Soonyoung complains. Wonwoo smiles to himself and pushes her shirt up to right under where her tits sit, high and small.
Soonyoung arches her back, pushing her ribs into his hands. “Killing me, hyung,” she mumbles.
Wonwoo cups her chest through the fabric, feeling her breathe under him. Soonyoung lets out a huff and squirms a little.
“I’ll only go slower,” Wonwoo says, teasing. “Be patient.”
“Do you—I can’t, I’ve been waiting,” Soonyoung whines, tugging on her own hair.
“Me too,” Wonwoo says. “And now I wanna savor getting what I wanted.”
He pulls her shirt up and waits for her emerge from the tangle of fabric, bare and beautiful. Soonyoung is already breathing heavily, the skin right beneath her neck red and patchy. Wonwoo has seen her turn that color a lot of times, but never for this. He likes it, seeing how she’s feeling on her skin.
Soonyoung makes another impatient sound and grabs both his hands, tugging them until he’s cupping each of her breasts.
“Nice,” Soonyoung huffs out. “Say hi.”
Wonwoo snorts and ducks his head to take the soft-looking underside of one of her tits into his mouth. The taste of Soonyoung’s skin fills his mouth, heady and salty. Soonyoung hisses when Wonwoo sucks hard at the delicate flesh.
“Marks—“
“No one else is seeing the underside of your tit,” Wonwoo murmurs against her skin. “Or do you wanna show that to the fans too?”
Soonyoung shudders a little at that. Wonwoo laughs.
“Or I could just turn on Vlive and fuck you on camera,” Wonwoo says, painting her skin with his spit while he waits for her to say something.
“God—“ Soonyoung sighs. “You really are a pervert.”
“You’d love it,” Wonwoo says. “Will you come once we hit 100 million hearts?”
“Ah—no, I—“ Soonyoung stutters out, her hips jumping as Wonwoo sucks and bites. Wonwoo rocks into her, just to feel good, and Soonyoung tightens her thighs around his hips in response.
“Everyone’s gonna hear you call me hyung,” Wonwoo continues, thumbing her nipple. Soonyoung lets out a rough exhale.
Wonwoo has a hunch, so he murmurs, “Dressed up in my clothes looking like a pretty boy. What will they think?”
Soonyoung tries to say something but it gets stuck in her throat, a wet sound.
“Your pussy’s so fat, they might think it’s a bulge.” Wonwoo says. “Can hyung suck your cock?”
“Aaah, how can you—just do it, god,” Soonyoung moans. She’s blushing all the way down to her chest.
He palms the front of his boxer, feeling the heat of her cunt even through the cotton. Soonyoung whimpers, grinding her hips into wonwoo’s hand until he can feel her slick on his fingers.
Wonwoo hooks his fingers over the elastic waistband of the boxers and peels them off Soonyoung slowly, just to hear her complain.
Soonyoung hits his shoulder and rasps out, “I’m going crazy, Wonwoo.”
“You’re okay,” Wonwoo says, smiling as she hits him again.
She smells good, heavy and heady in a way that makes wonwoo’s mouth water. He wants to choke on her, drown in her.
Soonyoung pulls up one of her feet and desperately kicks off the boxers and flicks them onto the floor.
Now that she’s naked, Wonwoo feels like he’s finally allowed to look for real at the heave of her chest and her soft, round little belly sitting above a patch of hair that has grown out from the wax appointment Wonwoo drove her to and from a few weeks ago.
The intimacy of it, of knowing every other facet of Soonyoung’s life up until now slots into place. Wonwoo knows everything about her except this. He doesn’t know how she likes to be touched or how she tastes yet.
Wonwoo wants to know so badly, to finally know all of Soonyoung, not just the business parts.
It’s too dark in his room to see for real, but Soonyoung sighs when Wonwoo drags a shaking finger up her slit, blood-hot and swollen and wet already. He circles a finger around her clit and back down until he’s pressing right on her hole.
Soonyoung bears down, trying to draw his finger inside of her impatiently, but Wonwoo holds her hip with his other hand.
“Slow,” Wonwoo says. He knows he’s being selfish; Soonyoung has been shaking with impatience for five minutes now, but it’s his first time with her and he wants to remember everything.
He looks at her face as he pushes one finger into her, watching as her mouth falls open a little and her eyes squeeze shut.
She’s hotter inside somehow, so hot it feels like it’s burning Wonwoo up. They’re both panting now, all worked up from basically nothing, but it doesn’t matter. Wonwoo curls his finger until he hits the spongy wall and rocks there slowly, watching Soonyoung’s tongue peek out from her mouth.
“Tell hyung how you like it,” Wonwoo says.
Soonyoung blinks up at him, disoriented from one fucking finger, and says, “Do two, yeah.”
Wonwoo holds his breath as he slides his other finger in, feeling the way her cunt sucks him inside of her. Soonyoung lets out a shuddering little sigh and rocks down onto his fingers.
“It’s good like that,” Soonyoung says. Her hair is a mess, her own fault. It’s falling into her face and a strand is stuck in her mouth. Wonwoo wants to pull it out but he’s obsessed with the feeling of Soonyoung’s cunt clutching him tight.
“Can I move them?” Wonwoo asks. Say yes, please, say yes.
“Un,” Soonyoung grunts out, putting a hand back in her hair and giving him a smile. “Slow.”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes at her and slowly curls his fingers up and in. Soonyoung’s hips kick up, her thighs shiny and wet.
She looks so hot, Wonwoo can’t help it; he ducks his head until his face is buried in her cunt, inhaling deeply until he can’t smell anything else. It’s so sweet.
Soonyoung yelps, her hand going to his hair and tugging. It sends goosebumps up wonwoo’s arms as he opens his mouth and licks around his thrusting fingers.
He looks up at her, her head tipped back with a hand gripping her own hair in a fit. Her back arches and then collapses, over and over as Wonwoo fucks his fingers into her, faster than before.
Wonwoo’s tongue finds Soonyoung’s clit and she gasps. It’s big enough for Wonwoo to slide into his mouth, just like he promised. He sucks gently, letting her get used to it.
“Ah, seriously—“ Soonyoung sighs out, still grinding herself shamelessly against Wonwoo’s face. “Hyung-ah, fuck—“
With his other hand, Wonwoo holds her stomach and keeps her pussy locked against his mouth, listening to her let out these high, airy little whines with every squish of his fingers inside of her.
He wasn’t expecting her to get close so soon, but he can feel her tighten around his fingers and her hands tighten in his hair, pulling until it hurts and Wonwoo sucks on her extra-hard, trying to drink her in as her back arches against the bed and she cries out, gushing into his mouth and onto his chin.
Soonyoung tastes even better now, and Wonwoo is sad when she whines something at him and pulls him off her clit by the hair. He could have stayed there all night if she’d let him, face buried in between her legs while she slept.
“Wow,” Soonyoung says. “You really enjoyed that.”
Wonwoo pulls his fingers out of her and tastes them, scraping his teeth against his fingers to get every trace of her into his mouth.
There’s something wrong with him, probably. He doesn’t really care and Soonyoung doesn’t seem to either. She’s looking at him like she wants to eat him too.
Soonyoung eyes him, her chest still heaving, and says “Take everything off, hyung. I wanna see how big you are.”
Wonwoo scrambles to pull off his sweatpants and t-shirt, probably looking stupid as fuck in the process. He’s sort of skinny and hairy and his posture is trash and there’s Soonyoung, looking at him like he’s beautiful or something.
She looks at his cock, hard and weeping against his thigh. “We can try,” Soonyoung says. “But… no promises it’ll fit.”
“Stop lying,” Wonwoo says. He doesn’t really need his ego stroked, even if it makes him feel like he’s overheating imagining Soonyoung’s little mouth trying to take all of him.
Soonyoung sighs, biting her lip and brushing her hair out of her face. “Wish I was. But you look long.”
She has this intense look on her face, even though she also looks fucked out and has a line of drool running down her jaw.
Then, she nods with a sense of finality and picks her legs up and puts them over Wonwoo’s bent thighs so he’s kneeling under her.
“What—“ Wonwoo stammers. “No—condom?”
“You know I get the shot, come on,” Soonyoung says impatiently. “Hyung-ah, I’m going crazy, just let me—“
She grips his cock tight and Wonwoo feels himself buckle until he’s leaning over her, unable to sit up.
Soonyoung says, “If you come like this, maybe you can go inside.”
Wonwoo is about to ask for more details but then Soonyoung starts to rub him against her wet folds, his cock catching against her clit and down until it’s about to slide inside her, and then back up.
It’s infuriating, the way he’s almost inside her but every time he thinks she’ll let him in, she brings her hips back down and his cock rubs hot against her clit.
There’s no way, Wonwoo thinks, but it’s the uncertainty of the way she handles him that makes him groan every time his cockhead catches on the rim of her hole before she pulls him away. Wonwoo feels it build slowly inside him, a burning frustrated feeling that has him close to begging.
“Please, just—“ Wonwoo begs, his hands gripping her thighs tight as she rubs him against her cunt.
Soonyoung smiles up at him, an evil little expression that only makes Wonwoo harder. “You’re okay,” she says, spitting his own words back at him as his stomach tenses violently.
He can feel sweat running down his face and dripping onto his chest as Soonyoung drags him against her, wet and slow and almost almost almost enough.
“Soonyoung-ah,” Wonwoo hears himself whine, his thighs shaking. He wants to just fuck into her; he’s so close, he could just grab her hips and slide in so easily. She’s already so wet, he can feel it every time she drags his cock down to her hole and back up. He feels like he might die before she even lets him inside of her, like she’s been edging him for hours instead of minutes.
“You’re okay,” Soonyoung repeats, sitting up on her other hand to watch as his cock slides through her folds.
Wonwoo looks up at her through his sweat bangs, at her sweet smile, and feels his jaw go slack. He lurches forward clumsily, grabbing the back of her neck to pull her into his lap and latch onto her throat with his mouth. He’s breathing harshly into her skin as she keeps the same infuriating pace, letting him so close but never inside.
“This way you can cum all over me,” Soonyoung says. “And then you can push it into me, okay?”
Wonwoo moans, his teeth scraping uselessly against Soonyoung’s neck as he imagines it. It feels too fucking good. Wonwoo is close.
“You don’t—ah, shit—you don’t do this much, right hyung?” Soonyoung says, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Girls don’t let you in raw, do they? But you can come to me. I’ll always let you put it in me.”
Wonwoo’s nails dig into the skin on Soonyoung’s thigh as he feels his stomach tense and his hips drive forward and something snaps inside him and he starts to come, spilling all over Soonyoung’s folds with a loud groan.
Soonyoung kicks her hips up and finally slides him inside of her as he comes, turning his groan into a sob. She lets out a satisfied noise as he sinks into her, too cum-stupid to do anything besides jackrabbit into her cunt with little movements of his hips as he comes down from his orgasm.
Wonwoo pushes them forward until all his weight is on top of her, still thrusting shallowly into her pussy and letting out these pathetic little sounds. Soonyoung just holds him close to her chest, running her nails over his scalp as his breathing evens out.
“You’re insane,” Wonwoo breathes out. “Like, crazy.”
Soonyoung giggles. “You like it, right?”
Wonwoo bites the soft skin of her chest and says, “Yeah.”
Soonyoung gives him a second to catch his breath, but it’s hard with how she’s clenching around him even as he goes soft.
“Do you wanna come again?” Wonwoo asks once he catches his breath.
“No,” Soonyoung says, tightening her arms around him. “Stay like this for a while.”
Wonwoo has no complaints with that, feeling warm and unbelievably held.
“Have you ever put anything up your butt?” Soonyoung asks gently after a few minutes. Wonwoo feels half asleep, but this wakes him up. He blanches, remembering the huge purple monstrosity he had to buy from a sex shop a few months ago.
“You’re not putting that thing inside of me,” he protests weakly.
“You’ll liiiiike it~” Soonyoung sings at him. “I bought a better one off Coupang over the summer and it—“
Wonwoo bites her tit, hard, and Soonyoung yelps.
“Get outta me,” she grumbles, pushing Wonwoo weakly.
“Nooo,” Wonwoo whines, holding onto her midsection. “I’m comfy in here.”
“You’re crushing me,” Soonyoung whines. “And your cum is all over me.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you were begging for it,” Wonwoo says, and Soonyoung scoffs at him before rolling them both over and sliding off of him in one graceful movement that leaves Wonwoo dumbfounded.
“Hey,” Wonwoo whines. “I’m cold.”
Soonyoung squirms until she’s next to him and says, “Aish, you’re so needy, was this a mistake?”
At her words, Wonwoo gets very quiet. It was easy to forget while they were fucking, but now that it’s over, Wonwoo’s anxiety rushes back in.
Soonyoung must feel him tense against her because she says, “Hey,” and grabs his face so they’re looking into each other's eyes. She’s so pretty, Wonwoo thinks. It’s a shame she’s about to fire him.
“You’re panicking,” Soonyoung continues. “Don’t. Stupid. I like you.”
Wonwoo says, “I like you too.”
Soonyoung giggles. “I just got butterflies,” she says. “You make me feel like a kid.”
Wonwoo smiles, a big one that Soonyoung might call a serial-killer grin. “I know,” he says.
KNETIZENS REACT TO HOSHI’S PRIVATE DATE PHOTOS
Pannchoa
November 2021
++ 1. She’s a grown-up, so what if she wants to get dinner with a man?
++ 2. It’s disappointing to see that she doesn’t really care about her image outside of work… What's she even wearing?
++ 3. She looks so happy with him… this is why more idols should be allowed to date.
++ 4. ㅎㅎ you stupid bitches, that’s obviously just her manager...