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OVER/UNDER
THEY MIGHT AS WELL BE LOOKING AT US
2,317w, jinyoung/suzy
Suzy considers between the perfumes lined up on the luxury department store display. “You can’t look so glum,” she chides cheerily after catching Jinyoung’s reflection in the glass, choosing a diamond-cut bottle and spritzing the sample. She holds out her wrist to Jinyoung with the same smile that the nation fell in love with over a decade ago. “It’s our day one.”
Jinyoung looks vaguely unimpressed beyond the guarded expression marring his first-love-manipulator brand of handsomeness. “If anything, isn’t this more convincing?”
“You’ve played the part before,” Suzy reasons in return, feeling the picture-perfect grin minutely slip on her face.
Jinyoung continues, “I’d only let myself get dragged around to be your designated shopping bag holder if I was head over heels in love with you,” out to draw blood himself.
Suzy bats her lashes at him and takes a step closer. “You know what that’ll do to my ego,” she threatens, giving the tabloids planted by management the best vantage point of her drawing her face closer to his from where they’re eyeing them from the Dior section.
He pulls his face mask down and reaches for her arm, placing his thumb precisely over her pulse. It suddenly thrums to life like a livewire at the contact. “You’ve always liked scents like this,” he points out casually. The worst was that he was right, even though Suzy always imagined he’d forgotten all about her years ago.
Suzy rips her wrist from his hold a little too hastily to imitate indifference. She pulls the waterfall of her hair away from her neck and presses the scent to her nape, a silent instruction of where Jinyoung should place his fingers next. “It suits me,” she replies.
She wonders what Jinyoung’s thinking about when he meets her gaze evenly again. He agrees, eyes flitting down to her jugular, so blatant that it has to be an accident, “A little too well.”
*************
[BREAKING] 2026 New Year’s couple is Suzy and GOT7 Jinyoung
[+45, -5] Congrats congrats!!!
[+20, -1] I knew something had to be going on between them ㅋㅋㅋㅋ They were flirting throughout their entire drama press tour
[+13, -1] Wowowowow first love type + first love type…
[+4, 0] Their face chemistry is crazy… my eyes are having a feast ㅠㅠ
[+2, -1] They started as idol trainees together back in JYP when they were teenagers. Now they’re starring in a drama together and even fell in love for real. When you think about it, don’t they seem fated?
*************
Jinyoung’s on a diet, but so is Suzy. She studies the contents of his fridge with an analytical dexterity that only years of monitoring her appearance on screens could condition into her like instinct. Nothing between the pre-portioned chicken breast and steamed vegetables neatly packed into tupperware falls within her daily allotted calorie count though. There’s a gaudy fruit arrangement sitting on the bottom shelf, probably a new year’s gift from some ongoing brand deal, looking out of place compared to everything else. Suzy places it on the kitchen countertop, the plastic wrap cold and crinkling like static as she balances it in her arms.
Jinyoung comes back from the gym just as Suzy’s wrinkling her nose, draining the contents of a failed protein shake. “I would’ve picked up breakfast for you, if you asked,” he says, perfectly polite, taking in the smear of whey powder she left on his refrigerator door handle.
“It’s fine,” she dissuades. Jinyoung didn’t live in a luxury high-rise, but his place was bright and tidy in a way that suited him and surprised her all the same. They were in their thirties now but Suzy suddenly felt like her fifteen-year-old self again standing in the middle of Jinyoung’s kitchen, hopelessly immature and stuck mooning over the school girl crush she never could quite flush out of her system, even after long being disillusioned with the idea of romance. “There’s not a lot I can really eat these days, anyway.”
Jinyoung wets a washcloth in the sink and walks behind her to wipe off the stain. “I used to get in trouble all the time,” he remarks, “Covering for you snacking in the practice room when we were trainees.”
He’s not even that close to her, but Suzy can’t help but tense up. The sex had been a good but unintentional side effect of their contracted situationship, and a part of her knew that Jinyoung only allowed it because they went way back and he pitied her carnivorous girlish loneliness that bit off its mangled leash every time in his presence. That, and she was Bae fucking Suzy. It was almost scientifically proven that he couldn’t say no.
Suzy rolls her eyes. “They were more worried about your obvious feelings for me.” It wasn’t the truth, but she hoped Jinyoung would admit it. He was already making a lot of exceptions for her. He had to know she was selfish enough to attempt monopolizing all of them.
“We were young,” is all he says on the matter, brushing past the six years of radio silence, her petty refusal to follow him on Instagram, and the way he broke her heart when she was eighteen, turning down her confession to protect her then-burgeoning career with a sense of self-effacing tact. He’d left her to cry in her dressing room and wonder when he’d become so grown up in the two years she debuted and supposedly left him to trail after her wake.
Suzy picks at a skewer of shine muscats like flower petals, watching Jinyoung’s back as he wrings out the washcloth. He loves her, he loves her not. He used to love her, and then her astronomical fame intimidated him, and he convinced himself otherwise. All of those seem like lies when she really thinks about it, but Jinyoung won’t let on about what part about it is and isn’t her own thought-up fiction. And now she’s in one of his old GOT7 concert tees and slipping a grape in her mouth, all against her better judgment. “Don’t discount a love story for the ages,” she tries to tease over the hairline fracture in her superstar facade.
He tugs down the hem of her sleeve that had flipped up. “I wouldn’t dare,” Jinyoung promises with a smile in tandem, so earnest that he has to be making fun of her, breath ghosting over her cheeks. Like this, he has to know that she’s thinking of tilting her face up to kiss him.
Instead, Suzy bites down into the grape she’s been holding between her teeth. Its sweetness bursts in her mouth as her heart cracks apart again.
*************
Dispatch January 1st Couple Suzy and Jinyoung’s Drama Kicks Off 1st Week with Strong Ratings
[+36, -1] It was seriously freaking fun and the chemistry between the leads is no joke
[+29, -2] The almost-kiss scene made my heart flutter… As expected, the level is totally different when you’re actually in love
[+20, 0] I’m kinda mad that no one cast them in a drama together sooner ㅋㅋ
[+13, -1] Saturday, come faster!!
*************
Her sister scrapes the cheesecake off the back of her spoon. “You used to like him so much.”
“Unnie.”
“I’m just saying,” she defends on the other side of Suzy’s dining room table. “You never really got over him, either.”
Suzy sighs overdramatically and sets her fork down on the dessert plate. “I’m doing a favor for an old friend,” is her rehearsed rationalization of it all.
Her sister raises her eyebrows at her in disbelief. “It’s his first project since his service,” Suzy continues to insist, “And the viewership ratings and good press haven’t been a slouch to me, either.”
“He broke your heart, Suzy,” her sister feels the need to remind her. “At this rate, you’re going to let him do it again.”
Suzy picks up her fork and starts stabbing the cheesecake’s top layer until the cream is covered with prong marks. “It’s just a business relationship,” she grumbles into her palm. “And anyway, he doesn’t see me like that. I’m not stupid enough to be in love with him after all this time.”
Her sister snorts, “Except that you totally are.”
Suzy glares in reply. “I regret telling you anything.” After spending her entire career loved by the public, Suzy couldn’t help but feel desensitized to the brunt of it, directed at her by strangers watching her projected on screens worldwide. They liked her for the carefully curated image she let them see, and while it wasn’t a complete lie, there was only so much that pixels and cameras could capture. To them, she was Suzy, girl in the video, the nation’s first love. Beautiful and untouchable and everything they fantasized she’d be.
But then there was Jinyoung, her own first love. Suzy wondered for years if it was supposed to feel this heartachingly tender, as easy to bruise as overripe fruit, desperate for reciprocation but too overly self-aware of such desperation that she ended up deadlocked into inaction instead. How deeply he had buried himself into her being that she couldn’t extricate these feelings from instinct.
“He’ll turn me down,” Suzy predicts, smiling at her own foolishness. How else was the girl on the billboard supposed to accept her storybook downfall when all she was known for was how prettily she cried during her screen test?
“Suzy-yah,” her sister says, gaze soft. “It’s okay to want to try.”
*************
Suzy and Jinyoung’s Drama Behind-the-Scenes Cut is Crazy…
[+51, -1] It’s only a 5-minute video and 4 minutes of it have gone viral ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
[+46, -3] What’s up with them?? Be happy and in love forever you two ㅠㅠ
[+29, -1] 1:08 Jinyoung looks so lovestruck watching Suzy’s scene. And 2:25 and 3:56... When will someone look at me like that…
[+23, -6] Everyone who still thinks they’re faking it ~ Watch this ~~~
[+21, -2] The production team knew exactly what we wanted ^^b Keep it up, keep it up!
*************
“You can start seeing someone else again next April.”
Jinyoung looks away from his pretentious whiskey to stare at her. He’s all done up for their drama’s rooftop wrap party, and so is she. “What are you talking about?”
“We should date for at least a year.” Her stylist told her the lace collar adorned with rhinestones of her mini-dress was overkill, and that she’d freeze to death from the length for a mid-February night. But surprisingly her voice doesn’t waver at all as she delivers the rest of her pitch. “The public’ll get sick of hearing about us eight months in, you know.”
Jinyoung takes a well-timed sip of his drink, even without twenty cameras capturing every possible angle to catch the best shot. “Right,” he spurs on with mild intrigue.
“They can announce our breakup in January, and then you should pretend to be miserably heartbroken for at least three months.” She draws herself close enough to Jinyoung that she could loop her arms around his neck and still semi-convincingly pass it off as an accident. “Six months for me, or else they’ll call me a slut.”
The corner of Jinyoung’s mouth quirks up in amusement. “You can just tell me you’re not interested, Suzy,” he deadpans, point blank.
Now it’s Suzy’s turn to stare at him, dumbfounded. “And are you?” that awful girlish loneliness says in her voice before she can swallow it down. “Interested?”
“I thought that this was finally our chance, after all these years,” Jinyoung confirms with a betrayal of hope. “Maybe I was just being silly, though, thinking you’d feel the same.”
Suzy feels the sting of a double-crossed blade across the stones of her heart. “Then why didn’t you say yes when I confessed to you?”
Jinyoung regards her with a quiet devastation. “You know it wasn’t the right time.”
In that moment, he’s every bit the man in the movie that Suzy dreamed of when she was a teenager, before she knew a few others and fell into bed with them and found out that the silver screen wasn’t all that it was talked up to be. But Jinyoung made that naive part of her that she’d locked away surge up from beneath the floorboards, washing over her until the rose-tinted glasses and monochrome realism of her colossal fame coalesced into a singular image. Her bitter first love and the one she thought had gotten away. Little did she know that the tide had the mercy to bring him back to her.
She wipes her nose with the back of her hand from the cold. “It hurt, though,” she confesses. Distantly, she thinks that there must’ve been something better to say but can’t think of what that would be.
“I know,” Jinyoung says an awful lot like an apology, tucking her ice cold hands into the pockets of his suit jacket. “I’m sorry,” he says an awful lot like I love you.
Suzy rests her cheek on his shoulder. At some point, Jinyoung begins to sway them back and forth in a sad excuse of a slow dance for two past idols, off rhythm to a popular song at least 50 BPM faster than the pace they’re moving. Their trainee selves would pity their plight if they saw them now. But then again, they didn’t understand the ache of it in their starry-eyed youth.
“Should we restart the clock?” suggests Suzy, feeling hopelessly optimistic for once.
“Our day one for real?” Jinyoung’s laugh reverberates against her jaw.
She pulls back to look at him. “Who said it wasn’t real?” Like this, he has to know that she’s thinking of tilting her face up to kiss him.
The corners of Jinyoung’s eyes crease with crow’s feet. “Place your bets,” he grins back. And that’s really all the go ahead Suzy needs to press her mouth to his, indulging in her own melodramatic ending.
케미
2,790w, jinyoung/suzy
There are worse ways to figure out you still have a thing for the guy you dated for, like, three months when you were both fifteen over a decade ago. As it goes, though, getting pulled aside by GOT7’s leader Lim Jaebeom stage name Jay B, who was privy to your aforementioned teenage fumbling with his best friend slash bandmate firsthand, in between rehearsals for the commemorative 30th anniversary JYP Nation concert tour is pretty far down the line.
“Look,” he starts, terse next to the water cooler. “I just don’t want any drama.”
Suzy lays on thick the feigned innocence that got her out of cleaning up practice rooms when they used to be trainees. “What drama?” she blinks for good measure.
Jaebeom only stares back at her, his expression growing more pained every second their conversation gets prolonged. “You know what I mean,” he insinuates as the speakers blare the beginning dated 2010’s club synths of their song again. By some twist of fate, they’d just squeaked into the top five of the subunits online fan poll, cementing their performance into the set lineup. Before This Song Ends still has less than a million streams on Melon, fifteen years later.
“No,” Suzy remarks airily, watching Jinyoung mark his way through the choreography in the mirror. His shoulders had gotten so broad after his military service. She’d gone down a rabbit hole of watching all the fancams of him in his uniform doing girl group dances last week. “I really don’t.”
“Suzy-yah.” Her eyes track the way Jinyoung pulls up the neck of his concert tee to wipe at the sweat on the nape of his neck, too long for the hem to ride up and expose any sliver of skin. Dammit. “We’re too old for this,” Jaebeom continues, pleading.
“You have nothing to worry about, leader-nim,” reassures Suzy with an effortless, shampoo-commercial-worthy toss of her hair. She wraps her lips around the straw of her Stanley cup, catches Jinyoung’s gaze on her in the reflection, and takes one long purposeful suck.
*************
Objectively speaking, bringing six generations of JYP artists back together for a limited tour run was a PR disaster waiting to happen. At the same time, putting nostalgia over logistics was what their label arguably did best and none of them were truly above getting a little messy for a paycheck. They were all still part of the entertainment industry, at the end of the day.
Subjectively speaking, though, their cohort was shaping up to be the sloppiest out of the entire reunion cast. Something about being back in a practice room with the limited pool of labelmates you’d mentally ranked from most to least kissable brought out the worst, sixteen-year-old version of yourself that you swore you’d never revert back to all over again, strict media training be damned.
“This is torture,” comments Jihyo from where they’re sitting on the floor. On the opposite side of the room, Nayeon is mooning over Younghyun, who’s unsubtly trying to flex his biceps as they run through the couples choreography portion of their special stage.
Suzy laughs. “It beats watching Sunmi make eyes at Bang Chan during PD-nim’s company dinner speech.”
“You’re one to talk,” Ahn Sohee cuts in with a raised brow. She’d been looking half-bored, scrolling through her Instagram feed up until five seconds ago. Suzy didn’t even think she was listening. “I don’t think the choreographer put grinding on Jinyoung every time you guys rehearse in your routine.”
So Suzy wasn’t being exactly subtle, sue her. “That’s just the way the dance goes,” she defends with a saccharine smile.
“You leave enough space for an entire other person when it comes to Jaebeom.”
“He said he’s allergic to my perfume.”
“Listen,” Sohee-sunbaenim confesses once Jihyo’s extricated herself from being caught in the crossfire of their back and forth, “Getting back with your boyfriend from your trainee days isn’t the panacea you think it is. If anything, it’s even worse than when you were first together.” She makes a face. “And the sex sucks. Idols don’t know how to fuck.”
Suzy respectfully doesn’t correct her to the fact that Jinyoung’s an actor-dol, and that he had a bed scene in the last film he starred in that became the number 1 trending topic on Naver for a whole forty-eight hours. “I’ll keep that in mind, unnie,” she promises instead, one has-been it girl to another, sweet and empty.
*************
For getting together at the peak of their hormonal teenage years, Suzy never slept with Jinyoung. In fact, the height of their intimate relations before their inevitable break-up was a kiss in the old building stairwell in between dance class and singing lessons, both of them blushing in the dark. They hadn’t even used tongue.
These are the thoughts Suzy assuages herself with as she rolls up the hem of her tennis skort in the elevator on her way down to the fourth day of rehearsals. Curiosity killed the cat, only for it to climb out of its grave and sink its teeth in with a horny vengeance. Or so the saying goes. What does Suzy really know anyway, she only attended a few days of high school in between schedules and getting called fat on the internet.
“Hey,” Suzy crouches beside Jinyoung as he’s stretching out his hamstrings backstage. She did her own warm ups on the opposite side of the arena floor in silence, the introductory Mandarin from her trainee days no match for comprehending any part of Jia and Fei’s rapidfire conversation. “There’s a combo I’m still having trouble with. Care to help me?”
Jinyoung looks at her over his shoulder. “Sure,” he agrees, ever the gentleman. Minyoung and Junho, who he’d been talking with, take this as their cue to leave. Suzy doesn’t miss the knowing side-eye Minyoung shoots her before walking off. “The part before the chorus?”
“That’s the one.” She pulls the curtain of her hair back into a ponytail, daring him to look at the line of her neck in her halter top as she sets into position. “Dance routines have gotten so much harder over the years, don’t you think?”
Jinyoung moves a few steps to her left. “I think you’ve gotten the hang of it just fine,” he comments, polite.
Suzy tries not to huff at the imposed distance and points out, “You know I always struggled with dance lessons when we were younger.”
Jinyoung starts without counting her in. His sneakers squeak against the linoleum. It doesn’t look like he’s been away from the idol stage for a day, let alone the four years since his last promotional single. She clumsily follows along off-beat, misses the step before she’s supposed to spin into Jinyoung’s arms, and collides into his chest, knocking the wind out of them both.
Suzy’s about to pull away and apologize when Jinyoung says, closer to her ear that she thought he’d be: “You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing?”
Suzy feels her face burning. His pecs are pressing into her shoulder and he smells like that one Jo Malone cologne every male actor swears by. She thinks she might swoon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You looking at me like you want to eat me.” When she glances over, there’s a sly grin on his face. “Does that ring any bells?”
There was a time when they were nearing the end of their tenures at JYPE when Jinyoung allegedly got all existential. Not in the hot brooding way, either, but the type that made him so pretentiously polite that he came off as the perfect idol prototype he'd openly criticized the new media training curriculum of molding the youngest crop of trainees to be, half-drunk at the last company dinner Suzy bothered attending. It was as if he’d scrubbed the prior traces of their trainee relationship from memory because he was so incredibly done and above it all, maintaining such arm’s length small talk whenever they ran into each other in the company halls that Suzy was almost convinced he’d forgotten the way he used to trip over his feet for a chance to walk her home. Suzy hated that she found that phase of his kind of cute, anyway.
“You think I want to get back with you?” asks Suzy, feeling superimposed onto the fifteen-year-old her that Jinyoung broke up with behind a convenience store that they used to frequent after practice, her lips wobbling as she held back tears the entire train ride home. She couldn’t bring herself to go back to that GS25 out of heartbroken principle, citing that she needed to make headway on her diet for debut, until years later when she needed to get some bandages for her blisters from practicing in heels and found that the location had closed. “That sounds outlandish,” she sniffs haughtily.
Jinyoung moves away first. Suzy misses the warmth of his body immediately. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, and I don’t want to put words in your mouth,” he says, infuriatingly rational like he’d been when they crossed paths in the old JYP building with nothing more than a civil bow of his head and when he explained to her all the reasons why their relationship wouldn’t work in the face of Suzy’s impending stardom with a nose bitten red from the winter cold. Both times it’d felt like all the finality of him slamming a door shut right in front of her face.
But now he goes to take his mark again a few paces away with a, “Come and tell me when you figure it out,” leaving it slightly ajar. Leaving Suzy to stare down the responsibility of her own desire in the maw through the crack.
*************
It wasn’t that Jinyoung was her best boyfriend or her longest standing relationship. It was more that –
“He’s your one that got away,” her sister summarized when Suzy had been processing it aloud once. She’d run into Jinyoung at the Baeksang Art Awards earlier that month and he’d happened to spawn in her recurring dreams since – admittedly, not all of them innocent – which is why Suzy had been hopelessly thinking about him again.
“Everyone else wanted me back after the fact,” she corrected. But Jinyoung had never demonstrated any lingering feelings for her of the sort.
Her sister paused from where she’d been painting her toenails. “Don’t tell me his aloofness gets you off.”
“Ewww unnie,” Suzy pelted a pillow at her. “God, no.” She pulled the corner of her childhood duvet to her chest and stared at the ceiling. “Is it weird that I wish he did? Wouldn’t that mean he really liked me back then?”
“There are just some people you can’t stop wondering what if about,” her sister said like it was merely a daily inconvenience. “But it’s all in the past, you know?”
If only her sister could see Suzy stomping down the emergency stairwell the night before the concert and all the way down the hall to Jinyoung’s room. The company booked out an entire two floors of a nearby hotel to mitigate any interpersonal debacles between their celebrity participants from reaching the general public, but Suzy had been interrupted from her pacing with a notification that Jackson had added her to a side chat aptly named ROOFTOP PRE-GAME @ 10PM!!!!!! that told her their PR team was going to be working overtime sometime in the next couple weeks. All in the past, her ass.
She only has to knock three times before Jinyoung’s opening the door. His hair looks damp from a shower and he’s wearing a fitted long sleeve T-shirt and a pair of low slung sweatpants like a douchebag. Suzy swallows thickly, foregoing her whole thought-out speech, before blurting, “I wish I could stop thinking about you.”
Jinyoung doesn’t grant her the grace of looking even slightly surprised by her outburst. “Do you want to come in, Suzy?”
She does, actually. Except she somehow ends up crowding Jinyoung against the entryway before the deadbolt even sounds and kissing him, hard and desperate, which she really honestly didn’t mean to happen. “Sorry,” she manages through inhaling the scent of hotel shampoo Jinyoung gives off in their proximity and gripping his oh-so-broad shoulders for dear life. “I didn’t mean –”
It’s Jinyoung that tilts her chin toward him and presses his lips to hers this time. “Me too,” he admits in between open-mouthed kisses. Suzy can’t help the whiny sound that slips from her throat, scrabbling to pull him closer. “Seeing you again has been driving me crazy.”
“Oh yeah?” She tries for unaffected but can’t quite reign in the breathy keening quality of her voice. Suzy doesn’t know when she’d wrapped a leg around Jinyoung’s hip or how one of his thighs ended up between hers, either. “Does it kill you, knowing that you broke up with the girl who became the nation’s –” she rocks down on his knee, “–fucking first love?”
Jinyoung pauses from where he was mouthing at her neck to meet her eyes, “That’s not what I meant.”
“I forgot you were so above being concerned about appearances,” Suzy scoffs, reaching to place her palm underneath his shirt.
Jinyoung catches her wrist and laces their fingers together, pinning her arm gently by her head to the wall. There’s a faint smile on his face. “You think I don’t care that you’re pretty?”
“Well, you knew me before it became the only thing everyone associated me with,” she tries for nonchalance. “It just didn’t seem all that important to you.”
“Why are you so convinced that it didn’t hurt me to break up with you?” asks Jinyoung, pulling away when Suzy chases his mouth, trying to get them back on track to the make-out session at hand.
“I don’t know!” Suzy huffs, efforts rebuffed. “You never chased after me.” It sounded ridiculous and juvenile out in the open, but it was, horrifyingly, how she really felt. Suzy tried so hard in vain not to be the vapid girl on the magazine cover people thought she’d be for years. In fact, she’d been so overly conscious of her every move that she’d ended up exactly where everyone expected her to. “It didn’t seem like the world would end if I suddenly disappeared from your life. It’s like what we had didn’t matter to you.”
“Suzy,” Jinyoung says, voice low, “we were fifteen.”
“That’s why it was even worse,” Suzy counters, petulant.
He lets go of her arm and leans onto the opposite wall. “I didn’t want to come across as needy,” Jinyoung divulges.
“You didn’t.” She attempts to dredge up some residual anger for the way he’d left her out in the November cold all those years ago only for longing and a traitorous hope to come flooding into her chest in a storm of butterflies in the low tide of its absence. “Couldn’t have been farther from it.”
“I didn’t mean to play hard to get, is what I’m trying to say.”
Suzy can’t stop staring at his kiss-bitten lips. “If this is you trying to apologize, maybe you should get your management company’s PR statement to start.”
Jinyoung laughs out of his nose, a self-deprecating smile splitting his face. “If I change my SNS profile picture to a black square and wipe my Instagram posts, will you give me a second chance?”
“This can’t just be a one night thing,” she confides recklessly. Suzy can’t tell who’s leaning in between the two of them, but he’s suddenly all she can bear to focus on. “I’ll go to Dispatch myself if you’re only trying to get your dick wet.”
He places his hands back on her waist, gingerly. “Would it ruin your image of me if I said I’ve thought you’re the most beautiful person I’ve known since I was fifteen?” he admits into her shoulder.
Suzy shudders, feeling Jinyoung’s lips ghost her exposed collarbone. “Now you’re just sweet-talking me,” she struggles for one last semblance of control while pressing into him further.
He mumbles against the junction of her neck, “Is it working?”
“Only if it’s the truth,” she exhales. And then he gathers her up in his arms, slots their mouths together again, and Suzy finds out the full extent Jinyoung’s willing to go to prove it.
*************
Suzy passes by the Wonder Girls backstage after soundcheck the next morning. They’re waiting on standby next to the monitor and Sohee’s gold Nobody dress still fits her like it did when she was sixteen.
“The sexual tension was better before you guys fucked,” she comments apropos of nothing, once Jaebeom and Jinyoung are out of earshot.
Suzy only beams smartly in response. “I’ll keep that in mind, unnie,” she promises again, showing off the mark Jinyoung sucked into her neck like a luxury brand with her best CF-worthy smile before walking down the corridor.
2,317w, jinyoung/suzy
Suzy considers between the perfumes lined up on the luxury department store display. “You can’t look so glum,” she chides cheerily after catching Jinyoung’s reflection in the glass, choosing a diamond-cut bottle and spritzing the sample. She holds out her wrist to Jinyoung with the same smile that the nation fell in love with over a decade ago. “It’s our day one.”
Jinyoung looks vaguely unimpressed beyond the guarded expression marring his first-love-manipulator brand of handsomeness. “If anything, isn’t this more convincing?”
“You’ve played the part before,” Suzy reasons in return, feeling the picture-perfect grin minutely slip on her face.
Jinyoung continues, “I’d only let myself get dragged around to be your designated shopping bag holder if I was head over heels in love with you,” out to draw blood himself.
Suzy bats her lashes at him and takes a step closer. “You know what that’ll do to my ego,” she threatens, giving the tabloids planted by management the best vantage point of her drawing her face closer to his from where they’re eyeing them from the Dior section.
He pulls his face mask down and reaches for her arm, placing his thumb precisely over her pulse. It suddenly thrums to life like a livewire at the contact. “You’ve always liked scents like this,” he points out casually. The worst was that he was right, even though Suzy always imagined he’d forgotten all about her years ago.
Suzy rips her wrist from his hold a little too hastily to imitate indifference. She pulls the waterfall of her hair away from her neck and presses the scent to her nape, a silent instruction of where Jinyoung should place his fingers next. “It suits me,” she replies.
She wonders what Jinyoung’s thinking about when he meets her gaze evenly again. He agrees, eyes flitting down to her jugular, so blatant that it has to be an accident, “A little too well.”
*************
[BREAKING] 2026 New Year’s couple is Suzy and GOT7 Jinyoung
[+45, -5] Congrats congrats!!!
[+20, -1] I knew something had to be going on between them ㅋㅋㅋㅋ They were flirting throughout their entire drama press tour
[+13, -1] Wowowowow first love type + first love type…
[+4, 0] Their face chemistry is crazy… my eyes are having a feast ㅠㅠ
[+2, -1] They started as idol trainees together back in JYP when they were teenagers. Now they’re starring in a drama together and even fell in love for real. When you think about it, don’t they seem fated?
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Jinyoung’s on a diet, but so is Suzy. She studies the contents of his fridge with an analytical dexterity that only years of monitoring her appearance on screens could condition into her like instinct. Nothing between the pre-portioned chicken breast and steamed vegetables neatly packed into tupperware falls within her daily allotted calorie count though. There’s a gaudy fruit arrangement sitting on the bottom shelf, probably a new year’s gift from some ongoing brand deal, looking out of place compared to everything else. Suzy places it on the kitchen countertop, the plastic wrap cold and crinkling like static as she balances it in her arms.
Jinyoung comes back from the gym just as Suzy’s wrinkling her nose, draining the contents of a failed protein shake. “I would’ve picked up breakfast for you, if you asked,” he says, perfectly polite, taking in the smear of whey powder she left on his refrigerator door handle.
“It’s fine,” she dissuades. Jinyoung didn’t live in a luxury high-rise, but his place was bright and tidy in a way that suited him and surprised her all the same. They were in their thirties now but Suzy suddenly felt like her fifteen-year-old self again standing in the middle of Jinyoung’s kitchen, hopelessly immature and stuck mooning over the school girl crush she never could quite flush out of her system, even after long being disillusioned with the idea of romance. “There’s not a lot I can really eat these days, anyway.”
Jinyoung wets a washcloth in the sink and walks behind her to wipe off the stain. “I used to get in trouble all the time,” he remarks, “Covering for you snacking in the practice room when we were trainees.”
He’s not even that close to her, but Suzy can’t help but tense up. The sex had been a good but unintentional side effect of their contracted situationship, and a part of her knew that Jinyoung only allowed it because they went way back and he pitied her carnivorous girlish loneliness that bit off its mangled leash every time in his presence. That, and she was Bae fucking Suzy. It was almost scientifically proven that he couldn’t say no.
Suzy rolls her eyes. “They were more worried about your obvious feelings for me.” It wasn’t the truth, but she hoped Jinyoung would admit it. He was already making a lot of exceptions for her. He had to know she was selfish enough to attempt monopolizing all of them.
“We were young,” is all he says on the matter, brushing past the six years of radio silence, her petty refusal to follow him on Instagram, and the way he broke her heart when she was eighteen, turning down her confession to protect her then-burgeoning career with a sense of self-effacing tact. He’d left her to cry in her dressing room and wonder when he’d become so grown up in the two years she debuted and supposedly left him to trail after her wake.
Suzy picks at a skewer of shine muscats like flower petals, watching Jinyoung’s back as he wrings out the washcloth. He loves her, he loves her not. He used to love her, and then her astronomical fame intimidated him, and he convinced himself otherwise. All of those seem like lies when she really thinks about it, but Jinyoung won’t let on about what part about it is and isn’t her own thought-up fiction. And now she’s in one of his old GOT7 concert tees and slipping a grape in her mouth, all against her better judgment. “Don’t discount a love story for the ages,” she tries to tease over the hairline fracture in her superstar facade.
He tugs down the hem of her sleeve that had flipped up. “I wouldn’t dare,” Jinyoung promises with a smile in tandem, so earnest that he has to be making fun of her, breath ghosting over her cheeks. Like this, he has to know that she’s thinking of tilting her face up to kiss him.
Instead, Suzy bites down into the grape she’s been holding between her teeth. Its sweetness bursts in her mouth as her heart cracks apart again.
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Dispatch January 1st Couple Suzy and Jinyoung’s Drama Kicks Off 1st Week with Strong Ratings
[+36, -1] It was seriously freaking fun and the chemistry between the leads is no joke
[+29, -2] The almost-kiss scene made my heart flutter… As expected, the level is totally different when you’re actually in love
[+20, 0] I’m kinda mad that no one cast them in a drama together sooner ㅋㅋ
[+13, -1] Saturday, come faster!!
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Her sister scrapes the cheesecake off the back of her spoon. “You used to like him so much.”
“Unnie.”
“I’m just saying,” she defends on the other side of Suzy’s dining room table. “You never really got over him, either.”
Suzy sighs overdramatically and sets her fork down on the dessert plate. “I’m doing a favor for an old friend,” is her rehearsed rationalization of it all.
Her sister raises her eyebrows at her in disbelief. “It’s his first project since his service,” Suzy continues to insist, “And the viewership ratings and good press haven’t been a slouch to me, either.”
“He broke your heart, Suzy,” her sister feels the need to remind her. “At this rate, you’re going to let him do it again.”
Suzy picks up her fork and starts stabbing the cheesecake’s top layer until the cream is covered with prong marks. “It’s just a business relationship,” she grumbles into her palm. “And anyway, he doesn’t see me like that. I’m not stupid enough to be in love with him after all this time.”
Her sister snorts, “Except that you totally are.”
Suzy glares in reply. “I regret telling you anything.” After spending her entire career loved by the public, Suzy couldn’t help but feel desensitized to the brunt of it, directed at her by strangers watching her projected on screens worldwide. They liked her for the carefully curated image she let them see, and while it wasn’t a complete lie, there was only so much that pixels and cameras could capture. To them, she was Suzy, girl in the video, the nation’s first love. Beautiful and untouchable and everything they fantasized she’d be.
But then there was Jinyoung, her own first love. Suzy wondered for years if it was supposed to feel this heartachingly tender, as easy to bruise as overripe fruit, desperate for reciprocation but too overly self-aware of such desperation that she ended up deadlocked into inaction instead. How deeply he had buried himself into her being that she couldn’t extricate these feelings from instinct.
“He’ll turn me down,” Suzy predicts, smiling at her own foolishness. How else was the girl on the billboard supposed to accept her storybook downfall when all she was known for was how prettily she cried during her screen test?
“Suzy-yah,” her sister says, gaze soft. “It’s okay to want to try.”
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Suzy and Jinyoung’s Drama Behind-the-Scenes Cut is Crazy…
[+51, -1] It’s only a 5-minute video and 4 minutes of it have gone viral ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
[+46, -3] What’s up with them?? Be happy and in love forever you two ㅠㅠ
[+29, -1] 1:08 Jinyoung looks so lovestruck watching Suzy’s scene. And 2:25 and 3:56... When will someone look at me like that…
[+23, -6] Everyone who still thinks they’re faking it ~ Watch this ~~~
[+21, -2] The production team knew exactly what we wanted ^^b Keep it up, keep it up!
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“You can start seeing someone else again next April.”
Jinyoung looks away from his pretentious whiskey to stare at her. He’s all done up for their drama’s rooftop wrap party, and so is she. “What are you talking about?”
“We should date for at least a year.” Her stylist told her the lace collar adorned with rhinestones of her mini-dress was overkill, and that she’d freeze to death from the length for a mid-February night. But surprisingly her voice doesn’t waver at all as she delivers the rest of her pitch. “The public’ll get sick of hearing about us eight months in, you know.”
Jinyoung takes a well-timed sip of his drink, even without twenty cameras capturing every possible angle to catch the best shot. “Right,” he spurs on with mild intrigue.
“They can announce our breakup in January, and then you should pretend to be miserably heartbroken for at least three months.” She draws herself close enough to Jinyoung that she could loop her arms around his neck and still semi-convincingly pass it off as an accident. “Six months for me, or else they’ll call me a slut.”
The corner of Jinyoung’s mouth quirks up in amusement. “You can just tell me you’re not interested, Suzy,” he deadpans, point blank.
Now it’s Suzy’s turn to stare at him, dumbfounded. “And are you?” that awful girlish loneliness says in her voice before she can swallow it down. “Interested?”
“I thought that this was finally our chance, after all these years,” Jinyoung confirms with a betrayal of hope. “Maybe I was just being silly, though, thinking you’d feel the same.”
Suzy feels the sting of a double-crossed blade across the stones of her heart. “Then why didn’t you say yes when I confessed to you?”
Jinyoung regards her with a quiet devastation. “You know it wasn’t the right time.”
In that moment, he’s every bit the man in the movie that Suzy dreamed of when she was a teenager, before she knew a few others and fell into bed with them and found out that the silver screen wasn’t all that it was talked up to be. But Jinyoung made that naive part of her that she’d locked away surge up from beneath the floorboards, washing over her until the rose-tinted glasses and monochrome realism of her colossal fame coalesced into a singular image. Her bitter first love and the one she thought had gotten away. Little did she know that the tide had the mercy to bring him back to her.
She wipes her nose with the back of her hand from the cold. “It hurt, though,” she confesses. Distantly, she thinks that there must’ve been something better to say but can’t think of what that would be.
“I know,” Jinyoung says an awful lot like an apology, tucking her ice cold hands into the pockets of his suit jacket. “I’m sorry,” he says an awful lot like I love you.
Suzy rests her cheek on his shoulder. At some point, Jinyoung begins to sway them back and forth in a sad excuse of a slow dance for two past idols, off rhythm to a popular song at least 50 BPM faster than the pace they’re moving. Their trainee selves would pity their plight if they saw them now. But then again, they didn’t understand the ache of it in their starry-eyed youth.
“Should we restart the clock?” suggests Suzy, feeling hopelessly optimistic for once.
“Our day one for real?” Jinyoung’s laugh reverberates against her jaw.
She pulls back to look at him. “Who said it wasn’t real?” Like this, he has to know that she’s thinking of tilting her face up to kiss him.
The corners of Jinyoung’s eyes crease with crow’s feet. “Place your bets,” he grins back. And that’s really all the go ahead Suzy needs to press her mouth to his, indulging in her own melodramatic ending.
케미
2,790w, jinyoung/suzy
There are worse ways to figure out you still have a thing for the guy you dated for, like, three months when you were both fifteen over a decade ago. As it goes, though, getting pulled aside by GOT7’s leader Lim Jaebeom stage name Jay B, who was privy to your aforementioned teenage fumbling with his best friend slash bandmate firsthand, in between rehearsals for the commemorative 30th anniversary JYP Nation concert tour is pretty far down the line.
“Look,” he starts, terse next to the water cooler. “I just don’t want any drama.”
Suzy lays on thick the feigned innocence that got her out of cleaning up practice rooms when they used to be trainees. “What drama?” she blinks for good measure.
Jaebeom only stares back at her, his expression growing more pained every second their conversation gets prolonged. “You know what I mean,” he insinuates as the speakers blare the beginning dated 2010’s club synths of their song again. By some twist of fate, they’d just squeaked into the top five of the subunits online fan poll, cementing their performance into the set lineup. Before This Song Ends still has less than a million streams on Melon, fifteen years later.
“No,” Suzy remarks airily, watching Jinyoung mark his way through the choreography in the mirror. His shoulders had gotten so broad after his military service. She’d gone down a rabbit hole of watching all the fancams of him in his uniform doing girl group dances last week. “I really don’t.”
“Suzy-yah.” Her eyes track the way Jinyoung pulls up the neck of his concert tee to wipe at the sweat on the nape of his neck, too long for the hem to ride up and expose any sliver of skin. Dammit. “We’re too old for this,” Jaebeom continues, pleading.
“You have nothing to worry about, leader-nim,” reassures Suzy with an effortless, shampoo-commercial-worthy toss of her hair. She wraps her lips around the straw of her Stanley cup, catches Jinyoung’s gaze on her in the reflection, and takes one long purposeful suck.
*************
Objectively speaking, bringing six generations of JYP artists back together for a limited tour run was a PR disaster waiting to happen. At the same time, putting nostalgia over logistics was what their label arguably did best and none of them were truly above getting a little messy for a paycheck. They were all still part of the entertainment industry, at the end of the day.
Subjectively speaking, though, their cohort was shaping up to be the sloppiest out of the entire reunion cast. Something about being back in a practice room with the limited pool of labelmates you’d mentally ranked from most to least kissable brought out the worst, sixteen-year-old version of yourself that you swore you’d never revert back to all over again, strict media training be damned.
“This is torture,” comments Jihyo from where they’re sitting on the floor. On the opposite side of the room, Nayeon is mooning over Younghyun, who’s unsubtly trying to flex his biceps as they run through the couples choreography portion of their special stage.
Suzy laughs. “It beats watching Sunmi make eyes at Bang Chan during PD-nim’s company dinner speech.”
“You’re one to talk,” Ahn Sohee cuts in with a raised brow. She’d been looking half-bored, scrolling through her Instagram feed up until five seconds ago. Suzy didn’t even think she was listening. “I don’t think the choreographer put grinding on Jinyoung every time you guys rehearse in your routine.”
So Suzy wasn’t being exactly subtle, sue her. “That’s just the way the dance goes,” she defends with a saccharine smile.
“You leave enough space for an entire other person when it comes to Jaebeom.”
“He said he’s allergic to my perfume.”
“Listen,” Sohee-sunbaenim confesses once Jihyo’s extricated herself from being caught in the crossfire of their back and forth, “Getting back with your boyfriend from your trainee days isn’t the panacea you think it is. If anything, it’s even worse than when you were first together.” She makes a face. “And the sex sucks. Idols don’t know how to fuck.”
Suzy respectfully doesn’t correct her to the fact that Jinyoung’s an actor-dol, and that he had a bed scene in the last film he starred in that became the number 1 trending topic on Naver for a whole forty-eight hours. “I’ll keep that in mind, unnie,” she promises instead, one has-been it girl to another, sweet and empty.
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For getting together at the peak of their hormonal teenage years, Suzy never slept with Jinyoung. In fact, the height of their intimate relations before their inevitable break-up was a kiss in the old building stairwell in between dance class and singing lessons, both of them blushing in the dark. They hadn’t even used tongue.
These are the thoughts Suzy assuages herself with as she rolls up the hem of her tennis skort in the elevator on her way down to the fourth day of rehearsals. Curiosity killed the cat, only for it to climb out of its grave and sink its teeth in with a horny vengeance. Or so the saying goes. What does Suzy really know anyway, she only attended a few days of high school in between schedules and getting called fat on the internet.
“Hey,” Suzy crouches beside Jinyoung as he’s stretching out his hamstrings backstage. She did her own warm ups on the opposite side of the arena floor in silence, the introductory Mandarin from her trainee days no match for comprehending any part of Jia and Fei’s rapidfire conversation. “There’s a combo I’m still having trouble with. Care to help me?”
Jinyoung looks at her over his shoulder. “Sure,” he agrees, ever the gentleman. Minyoung and Junho, who he’d been talking with, take this as their cue to leave. Suzy doesn’t miss the knowing side-eye Minyoung shoots her before walking off. “The part before the chorus?”
“That’s the one.” She pulls the curtain of her hair back into a ponytail, daring him to look at the line of her neck in her halter top as she sets into position. “Dance routines have gotten so much harder over the years, don’t you think?”
Jinyoung moves a few steps to her left. “I think you’ve gotten the hang of it just fine,” he comments, polite.
Suzy tries not to huff at the imposed distance and points out, “You know I always struggled with dance lessons when we were younger.”
Jinyoung starts without counting her in. His sneakers squeak against the linoleum. It doesn’t look like he’s been away from the idol stage for a day, let alone the four years since his last promotional single. She clumsily follows along off-beat, misses the step before she’s supposed to spin into Jinyoung’s arms, and collides into his chest, knocking the wind out of them both.
Suzy’s about to pull away and apologize when Jinyoung says, closer to her ear that she thought he’d be: “You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing?”
Suzy feels her face burning. His pecs are pressing into her shoulder and he smells like that one Jo Malone cologne every male actor swears by. She thinks she might swoon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You looking at me like you want to eat me.” When she glances over, there’s a sly grin on his face. “Does that ring any bells?”
There was a time when they were nearing the end of their tenures at JYPE when Jinyoung allegedly got all existential. Not in the hot brooding way, either, but the type that made him so pretentiously polite that he came off as the perfect idol prototype he'd openly criticized the new media training curriculum of molding the youngest crop of trainees to be, half-drunk at the last company dinner Suzy bothered attending. It was as if he’d scrubbed the prior traces of their trainee relationship from memory because he was so incredibly done and above it all, maintaining such arm’s length small talk whenever they ran into each other in the company halls that Suzy was almost convinced he’d forgotten the way he used to trip over his feet for a chance to walk her home. Suzy hated that she found that phase of his kind of cute, anyway.
“You think I want to get back with you?” asks Suzy, feeling superimposed onto the fifteen-year-old her that Jinyoung broke up with behind a convenience store that they used to frequent after practice, her lips wobbling as she held back tears the entire train ride home. She couldn’t bring herself to go back to that GS25 out of heartbroken principle, citing that she needed to make headway on her diet for debut, until years later when she needed to get some bandages for her blisters from practicing in heels and found that the location had closed. “That sounds outlandish,” she sniffs haughtily.
Jinyoung moves away first. Suzy misses the warmth of his body immediately. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, and I don’t want to put words in your mouth,” he says, infuriatingly rational like he’d been when they crossed paths in the old JYP building with nothing more than a civil bow of his head and when he explained to her all the reasons why their relationship wouldn’t work in the face of Suzy’s impending stardom with a nose bitten red from the winter cold. Both times it’d felt like all the finality of him slamming a door shut right in front of her face.
But now he goes to take his mark again a few paces away with a, “Come and tell me when you figure it out,” leaving it slightly ajar. Leaving Suzy to stare down the responsibility of her own desire in the maw through the crack.
*************
It wasn’t that Jinyoung was her best boyfriend or her longest standing relationship. It was more that –
“He’s your one that got away,” her sister summarized when Suzy had been processing it aloud once. She’d run into Jinyoung at the Baeksang Art Awards earlier that month and he’d happened to spawn in her recurring dreams since – admittedly, not all of them innocent – which is why Suzy had been hopelessly thinking about him again.
“Everyone else wanted me back after the fact,” she corrected. But Jinyoung had never demonstrated any lingering feelings for her of the sort.
Her sister paused from where she’d been painting her toenails. “Don’t tell me his aloofness gets you off.”
“Ewww unnie,” Suzy pelted a pillow at her. “God, no.” She pulled the corner of her childhood duvet to her chest and stared at the ceiling. “Is it weird that I wish he did? Wouldn’t that mean he really liked me back then?”
“There are just some people you can’t stop wondering what if about,” her sister said like it was merely a daily inconvenience. “But it’s all in the past, you know?”
If only her sister could see Suzy stomping down the emergency stairwell the night before the concert and all the way down the hall to Jinyoung’s room. The company booked out an entire two floors of a nearby hotel to mitigate any interpersonal debacles between their celebrity participants from reaching the general public, but Suzy had been interrupted from her pacing with a notification that Jackson had added her to a side chat aptly named ROOFTOP PRE-GAME @ 10PM!!!!!! that told her their PR team was going to be working overtime sometime in the next couple weeks. All in the past, her ass.
She only has to knock three times before Jinyoung’s opening the door. His hair looks damp from a shower and he’s wearing a fitted long sleeve T-shirt and a pair of low slung sweatpants like a douchebag. Suzy swallows thickly, foregoing her whole thought-out speech, before blurting, “I wish I could stop thinking about you.”
Jinyoung doesn’t grant her the grace of looking even slightly surprised by her outburst. “Do you want to come in, Suzy?”
She does, actually. Except she somehow ends up crowding Jinyoung against the entryway before the deadbolt even sounds and kissing him, hard and desperate, which she really honestly didn’t mean to happen. “Sorry,” she manages through inhaling the scent of hotel shampoo Jinyoung gives off in their proximity and gripping his oh-so-broad shoulders for dear life. “I didn’t mean –”
It’s Jinyoung that tilts her chin toward him and presses his lips to hers this time. “Me too,” he admits in between open-mouthed kisses. Suzy can’t help the whiny sound that slips from her throat, scrabbling to pull him closer. “Seeing you again has been driving me crazy.”
“Oh yeah?” She tries for unaffected but can’t quite reign in the breathy keening quality of her voice. Suzy doesn’t know when she’d wrapped a leg around Jinyoung’s hip or how one of his thighs ended up between hers, either. “Does it kill you, knowing that you broke up with the girl who became the nation’s –” she rocks down on his knee, “–fucking first love?”
Jinyoung pauses from where he was mouthing at her neck to meet her eyes, “That’s not what I meant.”
“I forgot you were so above being concerned about appearances,” Suzy scoffs, reaching to place her palm underneath his shirt.
Jinyoung catches her wrist and laces their fingers together, pinning her arm gently by her head to the wall. There’s a faint smile on his face. “You think I don’t care that you’re pretty?”
“Well, you knew me before it became the only thing everyone associated me with,” she tries for nonchalance. “It just didn’t seem all that important to you.”
“Why are you so convinced that it didn’t hurt me to break up with you?” asks Jinyoung, pulling away when Suzy chases his mouth, trying to get them back on track to the make-out session at hand.
“I don’t know!” Suzy huffs, efforts rebuffed. “You never chased after me.” It sounded ridiculous and juvenile out in the open, but it was, horrifyingly, how she really felt. Suzy tried so hard in vain not to be the vapid girl on the magazine cover people thought she’d be for years. In fact, she’d been so overly conscious of her every move that she’d ended up exactly where everyone expected her to. “It didn’t seem like the world would end if I suddenly disappeared from your life. It’s like what we had didn’t matter to you.”
“Suzy,” Jinyoung says, voice low, “we were fifteen.”
“That’s why it was even worse,” Suzy counters, petulant.
He lets go of her arm and leans onto the opposite wall. “I didn’t want to come across as needy,” Jinyoung divulges.
“You didn’t.” She attempts to dredge up some residual anger for the way he’d left her out in the November cold all those years ago only for longing and a traitorous hope to come flooding into her chest in a storm of butterflies in the low tide of its absence. “Couldn’t have been farther from it.”
“I didn’t mean to play hard to get, is what I’m trying to say.”
Suzy can’t stop staring at his kiss-bitten lips. “If this is you trying to apologize, maybe you should get your management company’s PR statement to start.”
Jinyoung laughs out of his nose, a self-deprecating smile splitting his face. “If I change my SNS profile picture to a black square and wipe my Instagram posts, will you give me a second chance?”
“This can’t just be a one night thing,” she confides recklessly. Suzy can’t tell who’s leaning in between the two of them, but he’s suddenly all she can bear to focus on. “I’ll go to Dispatch myself if you’re only trying to get your dick wet.”
He places his hands back on her waist, gingerly. “Would it ruin your image of me if I said I’ve thought you’re the most beautiful person I’ve known since I was fifteen?” he admits into her shoulder.
Suzy shudders, feeling Jinyoung’s lips ghost her exposed collarbone. “Now you’re just sweet-talking me,” she struggles for one last semblance of control while pressing into him further.
He mumbles against the junction of her neck, “Is it working?”
“Only if it’s the truth,” she exhales. And then he gathers her up in his arms, slots their mouths together again, and Suzy finds out the full extent Jinyoung’s willing to go to prove it.
*************
Suzy passes by the Wonder Girls backstage after soundcheck the next morning. They’re waiting on standby next to the monitor and Sohee’s gold Nobody dress still fits her like it did when she was sixteen.
“The sexual tension was better before you guys fucked,” she comments apropos of nothing, once Jaebeom and Jinyoung are out of earshot.
Suzy only beams smartly in response. “I’ll keep that in mind, unnie,” she promises again, showing off the mark Jinyoung sucked into her neck like a luxury brand with her best CF-worthy smile before walking down the corridor.
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