Light a Flame
It's late. The only sounds she can hear are the computer's constant hum, and the soft repeated clicks of Woozi's mouse as he works.
She often comes to his studio. A secret little hideaway when the other members get to be too much. Outside of this bubble, she and Woozi don't often interact and so they never bother to look for her here.
They never say much to each other. Sometimes she reads her books in silence, sometimes she just plays on her phone. Every now and again he asks for her opinion on his work. She just likes the company.
She never knows how he feels.
Her eyelids droop and her head nods a little; it's been a long day.
Even your dream job can be tiresome sometimes, and working on something like Going Seventeen is the apex of that.
She should go to bed, but she's too sleepy to fathom getting up. Woozi will wake her when he leaves. Or maybe he won't, he didn't last time.
"Noona, can you listen to this for me, I've changed the chord progression here to include-" Woozi spins on his chair, headphones in hand.
She's fast asleep.
He sighs, a little annoyed. Honestly, she comes in here without asking, makes herself at home on the couch, and now she's out cold. It's not the first time either!
He glances back at the screen. 1am.
Maybe he can make an exception this time. It is late.
He puts the headphones back on their stand and stretches. He should go to bed.
His eyes drift toward the sleeping girl, she must be cold, with her legs bare like that. Something in the back of his mind stirs and his cheeks feel hot all of a sudden. Sighing again, he stands and shrugs off his unzipped hoodie. "Honestly Noona, you'll catch a cold…"
Averting his gaze as he leans down, Woozi gingerly drapes the hoodie over his sleeping guest's legs. Ah, this close… What's that smell? Lavender maybe? Again something in a corner of his mind twitches. He winces at his own humanity betraying him and glances back at her. She's pretty cute.
He'd noticed before of course. Tens of times. Hundreds maybe. It had something to do with the way she worked hard to keep up with them all. 13 men is a lot by anyone's standards, and it was her job to corral them all on set. She never let them get the better of her though; she was funny but firm when she needed to be. They all liked her.
He sighed for a third time. Get it together Jihoon. Somehow during his reverie he'd squatted beside her on the floor and was now dangerously close to her face. Lavender… or rosemary? It made his head spin in a funny way.
The voice of his rational self, usually so strong, was beginning to sound a little desperate. Stop now man, you're being weird, it warned as his hand drifted toward her face. He pushes a lock of wayward hair behind her ear. The sound of his heart so loud it could almost wake her. It's as if he's watching himself from somewhere far away.
And then her eyes open wide. "...Woozi-ssi?"
Why was he so close? Was something wrong? Her eyes dart around the room in search of the apparent issue. Eventually coming back to rest on Woozi's face.
Their gazes meeting, suddenly the room feels electric. The air is thick, and she finds herself breathing heavily. What is this feeling? He glances down and her mind immediately goes blank.
She leans forward at the same time he does, as if pulled by a string. Their lips meet gently at first, but then a wave of apparent hunger hits them both. His hand tangles itself in her hair as she reaches up to his face.
Her breath comes in gasps and he finds himself pushing her back onto the couch. Through the fog in his brain, he hears himself whisper her name. Somehow this catches him, and he feels himself blush in embarrassment. How long had he been harbouring this crush? When did it even become a crush? Did the others notice? She glides her hand across his chest and again his head spins.
Their kisses deepen and she wraps her arms around the back of his neck. They're leant somewhat awkwardly in the corner of the couch now, their apparent desperation for one another not allowing for comfort. He has one knee up between her thighs and one foot still on the carpeted floor. The warmth of her body is against him and he realises he's craving more.
Suddenly she gasps as he pushes up her blouse and bra in one motion. Having her breasts exposed to the cool air so abruptly shocks her. She feels so vulnerable. There's a beat as he drinks her in before he leans back and pulls off his t-shirt.
He's so well built under there, she realises. But she knew that, she'd seen him working out plenty of times before. Her eyes follow the lines of his body, collarbone to navel and then down even further.
Like magnets they come together again. Her hands at his waistband. As they kiss he follows her touch and interlaces her fingers with his for a moment before undoing the top button. Things are going too fast, he thinks idly as he drops his hand to her lap. But so what, they're both adults. They can make their own mistakes, right?
He runs his fingers over her inner thigh and she makes a noise that hits him somewhere primal. Any misgivings he had about the speed they were moving are overrun immediately by something far more animalistic.
Her body echoes the movement of his hands, his thumb brushes against her heat and she moans softly. Her arms draped over him, she glances down. A finger brushes against her through her lingerie and sends a jolt through her body. Again, and this time she yelps against his lips. She feels dizzy, and pulls her face away from his. His hair is longer these days and frames his face so beautifully.
They make eye contact as he gently manoeuvres the material aside and pushes a finger inside of her. It's been so long since she's done this with anyone, and the feeling makes her grind into his hand involuntarily.
She's slick and takes another finger easily. He cradles her head as her moans become more rhythmic. Each one sending a shock through his body. Involuntarily he grits his teeth, his own need becoming desperate. Suddenly he feels her clench around him and her teeth on his shoulder
"Ah, Woozi, I-"
"Jihoon." He mutters, meeting her gaze. This isn't the place for stage names. This isn't work.
She stops moving, panting on the edge of her orgasm. "J-Jihoon"
Her face is pleading. He considers for a moment before pulling his hand away. There's a brief look of heartbreak on her face before she's pushed back into a more natural position on the couch. Realising his intention she waits with bated breath. Is this really happening? Is this okay?
He thumbs his waistband before pushing it down enough to reveal his full length. Again, there's a second of calm in the air. Neither of them move before she reaches her arms out to cradle his face again. They keep their gaze locked together as he positions himself.
A voice in her head tells her this is her last chance to back out.
She pulls him into a deep embrace. At the same time he slides into her and for the first time gasps against her lips. It's warmer than he thought possible. She whispers his name like a mantra as he falls into an easy rhythm, and their breathing synchronises.
He covers her neck in kisses and they speed up naturally, heading for the edge, their fingers intertwined. Her breathing is ragged now, and he is not much better. Suddenly she squeaks, her nails digging into the back of his hands painfully. Her voice husky as she calls out to him one more time and he lifts his gaze to meet hers. She's red faced and sweaty, but she's looking at him, only at him. Only at him. This is only for him.
Something inside snaps and fireworks seem to happen behind his eyes. He gasps her name and reaches his limit.
Only for him.
…
They stay like that for a while, letting the tension seep from the room. Neither is sure how to speak, and they breathe heavily. What do you even say now?
"…I should go." Her eyes slide away awkwardly.
"... I-I've made some changes, t-to the chord progression…"
"O-oh…?"
"Could you come back here tomorrow and give it a listen?"
They're both looking to separate corners of the room.
"Back here?"
"Yeah. I'd value your… opinion"
"Ah, sure"
"Maybe, come late again. If you want."
"... Okay"
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Authors Note:
Whew! I've got the SVT brainrot real bad!
My aim is to write 13 little one off smut scenes for each of the guys, but rather than go in order, I thought I'd just go with inspiration striking me!
Hopefully this was a fun read. It's been a very very long time since I've written anything at all, let alone smut.
I wanted to challenge myself by writing a y/n fic, but without actually saying y/n, it really takes me right out of it when I read them! I think it worked…? Luckily with Korean there's the easy out of "Noona" aha. But even then I didn't want to over use it!
I can't write unless I plan who the mc is, because my brain won't let me have fun like that, so I wrote her as someone who works on Going Seventeen. Her age is probably older than all of the members, to make it easy for me, lmao, but not by much. Let's say she's 28 / 29.
What scenarios would you like to see! I have a vague plan for Wonwoo next, (maybe I favour the 96' line, what of it) but I'm open to ideas! Let me know if you enjoyed it anyhow.
Kiss kiss
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