The pic above was the inspiration for this oneshot because they look just too hot together 
So, here's a Jo & Yuma oneshot with a mature yet subtle intimate tone—featuring playful teasing, lingering touches, and quiet tension. Hope you like it! 😊✨

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Is this the part where you pretend,
you're gonna kiss me just to mess with me?

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Jo wasn't sure when Yuma had gotten so good at this.

The teasing. The lingering glances. The casual touches that weren't quite necessary but never felt out of place.

It had started subtly—Yuma standing just a little too close behind him when they reviewed choreography, his hand resting on Jo's lower back for a second longer than needed. The way his voice dipped whenever he whispered something in Jo's ear, warm breath sending the slightest shiver down his spine.

At first, Jo told himself he was imagining it.

But the smirk Yuma always wore afterward told him otherwise.

And tonight was no different.

The practice room was quiet now, the other members having left for the dorms long ago. The only sounds were Jo's steady breathing and the rhythmic hum of the air conditioning.

Jo sat on the floor, stretching out his sore legs, when Yuma wandered over, crouching beside him with a knowing smile.

"You good?" Yuma asked, voice smooth.

Jo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Tired."

Yuma hummed, then—without warning—reached forward and pushed Jo's slightly damp bangs back from his forehead. "You worked hard today."

Jo stiffened. That was new.

His gaze flickered up to Yuma's, and—yeah. That damn smirk was still there.

Jo rolled his eyes, leaning away. "Stop messing around."

Yuma chuckled, settling down next to him with an exaggerated sigh. "Why do you always assume I'm messing around?"

Jo shot him a look. "Because you are."

Yuma tilted his head, pretending to think. "Not always."

Jo scoffed, but before he could argue, Yuma suddenly reached out and pressed his thumb against Jo's jaw, tilting his face slightly.

Jo froze.

"You got a scratch here," Yuma murmured, studying the faint mark near Jo's chin.

Jo swallowed. It was nothing—just a small scratch from an accidental brush against someone's mic during practice. But Yuma's fingers were warm, his touch light but firm.

Jo should have pulled away.

But he didn't.

Instead, he let Yuma linger for just a second too long before finally muttering, "...Are you done?"

Yuma's lips quirked up. "You're not stopping me."

Jo sighed, smacking Yuma's hand away. "You're impossible."

Yuma only grinned, leaning back on his hands. "And yet, you're still sitting here with me instead of leaving."

Jo didn't reply. Because Yuma was right.

The tension between them was always just enough. Enough to keep Jo on edge, enough to keep Yuma entertained, enough to make neither of them want to break it completely.

Not yet, anyway.

Jo let out a slow breath, pretending to ignore Yuma's amused stare.

"You really like getting under my skin, don't you?" he muttered.

Yuma smirked. "Obviously. It's my favorite pastime."

Jo shook his head with a small, knowing smile. "Is it, though?" He leaned back, propping himself up on his hands, stretching out in a way that was just a little too relaxed. "Or do you just like the attention?"

Yuma raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Jo glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "You always find ways to bother me, always standing too close, always—" He shifted slightly, letting his knee bump against Yuma's. "Touching me."

Yuma scoffed, though there was something sharper in his gaze now. "You sound like you think about it a lot."

Jo tilted his head slightly, feigning thought. "Maybe I do."

For the first time, Yuma didn't have a response right away.

Jo smirked, feeling victorious. "What, nothing to say? Did I break you?"

Yuma narrowed his eyes, then suddenly shifted forward—leaning in close, too close, until their faces were barely inches apart.

"Not even close," Yuma murmured.

Jo inhaled sharply but forced himself to hold his ground. He wouldn't lose this game.

He tilted his chin slightly, voice steady. "Is this the part where you pretend, you're gonna kiss me just to mess with me?"

Yuma chuckled lowly. "Would it work?"

Jo smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Yuma searched Jo's expression for a moment, his smirk still in place but his gaze darker, unreadable.

The silence stretched between them—charged, unspoken, deliberate.

Then, just as quickly as he had closed the distance, Yuma pulled back with a smirk. "You're getting bolder, Jo."

Jo exhaled through his nose, rolling his eyes. "Had to give you a taste of your own medicine."

Yuma grinned. "Dangerous game."

Jo shrugged. "I like a challenge."

Yuma laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah."

And just like that, the tension in the air eased—not gone, but tamed.

For now.