jeonmagines

[jeonmagines]

sung hanbin and non-sexual dominance

☆.｡.:* buckling in your seatbelt: hanbin mentions that he has something planned. he doesn't tell you exactly what it is or where you're going but you're excited nonetheless. dragging him over to the car, you're eagerly pulling him along to get it started. he opens the passenger door for you and you hop in. when he gets in he settles in, buckling up, first and foremost. in all your hurry you might forget the most important thing so he looks over at you. he tsks when he notices it but he has a smile on his face. "your seatbelt~," he practically singsongs as he leans over. "oh-" you're about to do it yourself but he gives you a look. "don't worry," he reaches over to pull the seatbelt down across your chest and towards your hip. it clicks in place and he smiles at you.

☆.｡.:* adjusting your appearance: perhaps you just woke up and your hair is strewn all about. hanbin laughs seeing you drag yourself towards him, looking for warmth. "aw come here," he beckons you over. he looks over your pouty, still puffy & sleepy face and lifts your chin so that you are now looking at him. first, he runs his fingers gently and delicately across your lips and then chuckles as he suddenly focuses on fixing your hair. "still sleepy?" you nod as he chuckles again. "lets go back to bed."

☆.｡.:* telling you "no": it's honestly hard for hanbin to not give into your every demand. how could he possibly say no to a face like yours! you deserve the world and then some! however sometimes he really has to put his foot down. he's not a pushover by any means but sometimes you forget he can't do everything. when you're acting like a brat he might have to put you in your place. he gives a look that you narrow your eyes at. "i said no," he would first say with an irritated smile. if you persist, his smile drops and he gets serious. "y/n no" usually that works but if it doesn't he'll have to deal with you in other ways.

[jeonmagines]

꒰ 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂 ꒱ 성한빈

summary : daytime drinking wasn't your thing, but you got so hammered you were desperately asking for a man that wasn't yours anymore

genre : angst, fluff at the end, hanbin x afab!reader tws : language, verbal fight, mention of alcohol author notes : oh to be hanbin’s passenger princess sighh word count : 1.1k

the beeping of horns sounded distant inside your head. maybe it's because you were incredibly intoxicated — brain borderline shutting off as you pressed your temple against the glass window of the passenger seat. or maybe it’s because despite your brain barely working, you couldn't stop thinking about the man in the drivers seat.

oh, how he must hate you. how he must resent you for being slumped in his car — nauseous, but focus only on him. how he must hate to know that you thought of him in such a vulnerable state after drinking god knows how much. how he must hate you for having your friends call him because you couldn't stop saying i want my boyfriend.

but he wasn't your boyfriend. no, not anymore. and that, you thought, must be why he hated you the most.

now the car had halted, a defeated groan leaving hanbin's lips. he was annoyed, maybe angry, due to the fact that you had to get drunk during rush hour; that he had to pick you up, despite the red flags telling him not to.

you chuckled at his side, body limp against the door. you looked out to road, but everything was just spinning, delayed and bouncy. the cars at your side didn't even look real, and it didn't take very much imagination to see the kid in the backseat stick their tongue out at you mockingly.

truthfully, you don't know why you got so drunk on a tuesday afternoon — your friends convincing you (without much protest) that it was a good idea, when it so obviously wasn't. it's not like you even had a hard day or were drinking to forget an embarrassing memory. you were drinking soju in broad daylight, simply, because you wanted to, and now that it was past 5pm you couldn't figure out why. that being the reason it was funny.

hanbin gripped the wheel a little tighter at your laugher — hating, but loving the melody still. he wanted to turn the radio on but was afraid a song you two sang together would start playing, making it harder to stay composed.

the truth is, he was still mad at you for breaking up with him without a seemingly good reason. he didn't want to still feel feelings for you, but he didn't know (he did, but wouldn't admit it) why it hurt so much to be in your presence.

you turned your head to him, feeling the energy in the car shift ever-so-slightly in a bad way. maybe you were more in tune, more honest, while drunk and that made him fearful; because he was dangerously close to asking the question that's kept him up all night.

"what?" hanbin gritted out, causing you to chuckle again, this time at the way his knuckles were turning white, which you hadn’t noticed before, "what's so funny?"

"you." you teasingly poked his flexed arm, "you give nothing to the imagination. i can see right through you!"

he rolled his eyes, praying that the cars in front of him would magically disappear. he even debated throwing you out, but knew that he cared about your safety (still) too much to do that.

"you must hate me." you slurred, not giving him the chance to reply, "you must hate that i didn't even tell you why we broke up. do you want to know?" your head fell back against the seat, and hanbin began to panic. he didn't want you to fall asleep after getting so close to knowing what he wanted — no, needed — to know. finally though, you raised your head, "i'll tell you."

he held his breath, knowing that whatever you said couldn't possibly be good enough to make up for the dark bags under his eyes. the ache in his heart. he knew that it would cut open a wound that he's tried time and time again to stitch closed. so, he didn't say anything, pretending as if he didn't care, as if it wasn't something so desperate for him.

but, you knew.

you knew him well, despite being radio silent for so long. you knew his signs, his tells, for everything. it was no use hiding from you, and he must've forgotten that.

"i broke up with you..." you dragged it out, not in an on-purposely antagonizing way, but in a way that spelled out that you no longer had anything to say. and, maybe, you didn’t actually have an end to the sentence.

"What the fuck?" he had finally spoken, "fuck you, y/n. do you even know how much that means to me? you can't just say something so cut-throat like that and then leave me hanging! are you fucking serious right now? i don't care how drunk you are, you know what you're doing to me."

"you do hate me." your voice lowered into a mumble, "if you hate me so much then why did you come get me? huh, hanbin, why?"

"god, y/n! i would've hated if you had called anyone else." you stopped talking. stopped subconsciously playing with his feelings. you felt belittled, in the middle of the road with him driving full speed towards you. he was always vulnerable with you, and you pushed him off the edge, "tell me right now, y/n. otherwise you'll never hear from me again."

you hesitated, knowing what your heart felt, but head rationalized. you didn't know which was worse in this outcome. you didn't know if you could ever have a happy ending with him. you didn't know why he was still replaying on your mind like a broken record. you didn't know why you kept saying he hated you, despite knowing the opposite deep down.

you don't know why you broke up with him.

in the dead-stop of traffic, he grabbed your face, making you focus on him. maybe it was because he was desperate for an excuse to let you go, for some sort of closure. or maybe he just missed the touch of your skin against his.

you wanted to tell him the truth, you even prompted it, but now the nausea in your throat wasn't from the copious amounts of alcohol, but from the way his eyes searched yours for any once of love — anything that told him this was okay with you, that you wanted him back too.

and you were scared that he'd found it, voice shaky, "i don't want to — can't — lose you again."

his lips crashed against yours, almost like he'd been starved for so long, desperate for the feeling. he was almost stomach to the center console, fingers dipping into the plush of your cheeks gently. he didn't want to let you go, and frankly, neither did you, but the fervent honking from behind you had you gasping against the air when he did.

you laughed, it hitting against his lips for a moment, him using all his willpower to not lean in again and close the gap that just kept getting wider as he backed up. he had to be responsible and drive the car home, after all, that's all he was called to do. however, your friends never specified which home he'd drive to, and you weren't too pressed on asking, knowing that whichever outcome it was, he'd finally be back in your arms.

and this time, you weren't letting him go.

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[jeonmagines]

[jeonmagines]

criminal love — s.hanbin

wc: 1.5k

reader: afab! (no pronouns used)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); blowjob, cock warming (?), dom! hanbin, sub! reader, f!oral, thigh licking, semi-public sex, matthew’s bathroom needs holy water, fingering

summary: when you’re hanging out at matthew’s house, you decide to tease your bf, sung hanbin, who will punish you for your decision inside the canadian’s bathroom.

at first i wanted this to be inside a pool but then i got this idea and stuck with it, i hope anon will like it anyways <33

you and hanbin were having a small party with close friends at matthew’s, you all had lunch together and were now chattering about random topics.

you didn’t pay a lot of attention, though, since you had the insane idea to tease your boyfriend. you were sitting beside your best friend, taerae, while hanbin was sitting opposite to you which gave you a great opportunity.

with a sneaky movement you removed your shoe and stretched your leg until you touched hanbin’s chair. he still seemed oblivious.

you took a deep breath and moved your foot further, reaching his member. hanbin turned around at you as soon as you touched it, raising an eyebrow. he mouthed “what are you doing?”

you smirked, moving your foot, teasing his cock with it; it twitched at your contact. sung hanbin was so sensitive under your touch, it gave you a sense of power.

hanbin grabbed your foot with his hand under the table and blocked it, though his grip wasn’t that strong so you were able to squirm free, continuing your job.

“y/n…” he murmured, looking at the others who didn’t seem to realise what was happening, fortunately.

you looked at hanbin with an innocent stare “what?” you whispered but your words were different from your action since you moved your foot deeper, almost squeezing his cock.

he got up fast, earning everyone’s attention “what’s wrong hyung?” matthew asked, looking at him with worries eyes

“nothing!” hanbin exclaimed to then curse under his breath, his voice came out too high pitched. he cleared his throat “i need to go to the bathroom.” he held his tummy, feeling to have a stomachache “oh, go go.” matthew hurried him by slightly pushing his back

when he reached the kitchen door, he turned around and eyed you, a signal to follow him shortly after. you nodded with a bratty smile.

“matthew, i feel so stuffed, do you have another bathroom?” you asked, trying to act fool but fortunately matthew didn’t suspect anything “i guess i cooked too much food,” he giggled “it’s on the second floor, third door at the right.” you quickly thanked and half-walked half-ran to the destination.

instead of going to the second bathroom, you reached for the one where was hanbin and opened the door, locking it behind your back.

sung hanbin was standing in front of you with his arms crossed on his chest and a big problem, poking from his pants.

you smiled “i didn’t know my foot could make you like that.” you teased, he rolled his eyes “for your information i don’t have a feet fetish.”

he looked at you with dark eyes, removing his belt “since you didn’t behave well.” he rolled down his pants, they fell at his ankles’ height “you need to make up for the mess you caused.”

hanbin removed his underwear too, his big and hard clock bounced out of them, veins could be seen popping “now get on your knees and suck it.” he ordered and you felt a knot in your stomach, your underwear was already getting wet

you obeyed and did as told, getting on your knees and licking it and slightly stroking with your hand, you looked up to him just to see him repressing moans by biting his bottom lip

you smiled, swallowing the whole length, it touched the back of your throat and you bounced your head back and forward, making hanbin moan.

“shit.” he breathed, placing a hand behind your head, tightening the grip on your hair, hurting you a little by pulling

you moaned on his dick, he was thrusting and fucking your mouth, slowly because he didn’t want to cum so early, knowing you sucked him so well he could cum anytime.

you twirled your tongue on the tip of his length, feeling a salty taste.

after you sucked his cock until it was dripping precum, he lifted you up and placed you on the corner, near the sink, your back touched the mirror, dirtying it.

he quickly removed your underwear and threw it somewhere on the floor before entering in you. he didn’t move at first, leaving you time to adjust, he then thrusted inside of you at a controlled speed.

you couldn’t help but let out small whimpers, you knew you had to be quite not to be discovered but it was stronger than you “shh y/n.. keep quite.” hanbin ordered, placing a hand on your mouth to shut up. you threw your head back, now it also touched the mirror.

hanbin stared at his reflection as he thrusted inside of you, what a shame you couldn’t see your own expressions as he fucks deep inside your tight pussy. he added to the bucket list having sex in front of a mirror.

he went faster, grasping on your waist as he needed it for friction, his grip would have probably left visible marks.

he removed the hand from your mouth which gave you a chance to throw yourself on his lips, kissing him roughly while he kept thrusting inside you.

hanbin squeezed your ass, hands travelling all over your body that he loved dearly.

your shirt was getting in the way so he raised it above your tits, which he sucked, you felt a rush of pleasure inside your body. you shivered under his touch, hanbin really knew where to hit the right spots.

usually hanbin would get very talkative during sex, he would check up on you and praise you, telling you how good you felt wrapped around him, however he didn’t really do it that time.

he just quietly moaned, too focused on teaching you a lesson.

you pulled away from the kiss, his thrusts sped up once again and your back arched, your nails digging inside his skin. he loved seeing the marks you left on him after he fucked you good.

“down.” he ordered, pulling out the cock from inside of you and backing down a little. your brain didn’t even have the time to realise what he told you to do that you were already bender over the bathroom counter with his dick inside of you again.

he thrusted into you while he caressed your breast with one hand and held your waist with the other. you decided to help him a little and moved with him, hanbin shut his eyes down in pleasure and cried “ah fuck angel you feel so fucking good.”

after some minutes he started to thrust with a faster speed, placing his hand again on your mouth when you weren’t able to control your moans anymore.

“just a little bit more pretty, i’m close..” he said inside your ear and came shortly after, you were filled up with his cum and felt so full, some of it even dripped on your thigh.

he pulled out his cock and went on his knees, licking his seed from your legs, you gasped at the sudden action “binnie-“ you tried to gulp down the urge to scream his name, hanbin turned you around and started placing soft kisses on the inner part of your thigh, making you shiver

“my baby did so good.” he placed another kiss “i must return the favour.” he smirked and slowly opened your entrance, making it breath.

you whimpered, letting out a shaky moan. hanbin used his thumb to circle your clit, giving you an immense pleasure right away while he continued to kiss your body, biting at times.

you were already close when he was fucking you so it didn’t take a lot of time for you cum, just a couple of minutes after he started abusing of your clit, licking it and rubbing his fingers.

“binnie.. close.” was all you could formulate before you came, body unconsciously moving. fortunately, hanbin was still grilling on your thighs so you didn’t fall down.

he licked a long stripe from your pussy and got up, kissing you “are you tasting yourself? you’re so delicious.” he praised, placing his hand on your cheek

when he was about to deepen the kiss once again, a knock interrupted you “hanbin? you still there? i need to pee.” you both giggled at matthew’s announcement

he playfully rolled his eyes “yes, give me five minutes.”

“hyung! i might really pee myself.” he complained, knocking more aggressively on the door “why are you shitting so much??”

“not my business.” you slightly hit his shoulder, making him giggle and place his index finger in front of his lips.

hanbin got closer to your ear and whispered “this time we weren’t discovered, darling, let’s see next time yeah?”

[jeonmagines]

☾ Under the moonlight.

✧ Genre : Angst (i’m sorry)

✧ Pairing : Hanbin x fem!reader

✧ Synopsis : who knew that the day of your 3rd anniversary with your boyfriend would also be the day you find him with another girl?

✧ Warnings : swearing, cheating, hanbin is a major red flag.

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The night when you stood under the moonlight, only to feel betrayed,

The night when you stood under the moonlight, only to be hurt by the person you loved,

The night when you stood under the moonlight, only to have your trust crushed,

The night when you stood under the moonlight, only to see your boyfriend kissing someone who isn’t you.

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“I should’ve known” You laughed at the sight of Hanbin kissing. Holding back tears, you took a step back, making Hanbin notice your presence from your steps

“Shit, wait,” he said softly as he made his way toward you “Look-”

“What can you explain now? What kind of lies are you gonna tell me now Hanbin?” You questioned him, voice shaky in disappointment.

“Hey, babe I love you, please..give me a chance” Hanbin grabbed your hands, holding them while he begs for a chance, the chance you’ve given him thousands of times, the chance you've given him even tho you know it will hurt you more.

“Stop lying to me” You laughed, everybody can hear the sadness you tried to hide behind that laughter

“Sweetheart..” Hanbin lowered his voice even more, seeking forgiveness for your crushed emotion and trust.

“Do you ever mean all the I love you’s? Do you think of her when you say I love you? Am I not someone serious for you?” You emphasize each question by pushing Hanbin’s shoulder. He stood still, head facing the ground as all your emotions broke down.

“Let’s go home, baby, please” he grabbed your hands again.

“Do you know what day it is today?” you asked as he stayed quiet “Our 3rd-anniversary Hanbin.” you forced yourself out of his hold, eyes filled with anger and sadness, eyes filled with disbelief.

Hanbin’s eyes widened, the important day, the day that was supposed to be spent by the both of you, has been forgotten by him. He lets you get out of his hold, eyes starting to show the regret he holds, but it was too late, he already hurt the person who truly loved him.

“Y/n” he spoke out “What?”

“I’m sorry. I mean it. It was fun while it lasted, thank you for all the time you’ve spent with me, thank you for loving me” You heard him curse to himself, and you felt like hugging him, but you can't hurt yourself more, so you nodded before walking away with tears in your eyes, leaving all the memories behind.

[jeonmagines]

breeding with hanbin.😵‍💫 him having you in mating press. keeping your thighs spread for him because you're so overstimulated, you keep trying to close them. he'd just be completely possessed by the primal desire to claim you as his, to knock you up with his babies. he would not stop, how could he? you look so pretty when his cock is inside you, and you'd look even prettier with your belly all full.

"come on, baby, you can take one more for me yeah? let me make you a mommy." he'd breath out, brushing strands of your hair out of your face. the pretty noises you're making, the pretty tears falling down your cheeks and the white ring that had formed around the bottom of his cock all drove him insane. he's already creamed you so much that his cum is running down your slit and forming a pool on the sheets, but he wasn't done yet and you didn't want him to be done.

his cock filled you up so perfectly, and you noticed how his thrusts got sloppier and sloppier. "look at me, baby," he moans out, "ah-please look at me, my love." when you do, he swears he almost cums on the spot. the desperation and neediness in your glazed over eyes. his hands grip on your thighs as his hips began moving at a pace that made you dizzy. "hanbin," you mewled, unable to form a coherent thought because of the way he's fucking you dumb. "keep your eyes on- fuck- keep your eyes on me, angel." his hand trails down your thighs as his fingers come between your creamed folds to rub the sensitive nub between them. "you gonna take my cum? gonna carry my babies? you'd look so fuckin pretty pregnant, my love. so, so pretty." he'd begin babbling as you both approach your nth orgasm of the night. "cum for me baby, please cum for me."

this was his favourite thing. making sweet love to the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with, the girl he who wants to start a family with, his girl.

[jeonmagines]

criminal love — s.hanbin

wc: 1.5k

reader: afab! (no pronouns used)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); blowjob, cock warming (?), dom! hanbin, sub! reader, f!oral, thigh licking, semi-public sex, matthew’s bathroom needs holy water, fingering

summary: when you’re hanging out at matthew’s house, you decide to tease your bf, sung hanbin, who will punish you for your decision inside the canadian’s bathroom.

at first i wanted this to be inside a pool but then i got this idea and stuck with it, i hope anon will like it anyways <33

you and hanbin were having a small party with close friends at matthew’s, you all had lunch together and were now chattering about random topics.

you didn’t pay a lot of attention, though, since you had the insane idea to tease your boyfriend. you were sitting beside your best friend, taerae, while hanbin was sitting opposite to you which gave you a great opportunity.

with a sneaky movement you removed your shoe and stretched your leg until you touched hanbin’s chair. he still seemed oblivious.

you took a deep breath and moved your foot further, reaching his member. hanbin turned around at you as soon as you touched it, raising an eyebrow. he mouthed “what are you doing?”

you smirked, moving your foot, teasing his cock with it; it twitched at your contact. sung hanbin was so sensitive under your touch, it gave you a sense of power.

hanbin grabbed your foot with his hand under the table and blocked it, though his grip wasn’t that strong so you were able to squirm free, continuing your job.

“y/n…” he murmured, looking at the others who didn’t seem to realise what was happening, fortunately.

you looked at hanbin with an innocent stare “what?” you whispered but your words were different from your action since you moved your foot deeper, almost squeezing his cock.

he got up fast, earning everyone’s attention “what’s wrong hyung?” matthew asked, looking at him with worries eyes

“nothing!” hanbin exclaimed to then curse under his breath, his voice came out too high pitched. he cleared his throat “i need to go to the bathroom.” he held his tummy, feeling to have a stomachache “oh, go go.” matthew hurried him by slightly pushing his back

when he reached the kitchen door, he turned around and eyed you, a signal to follow him shortly after. you nodded with a bratty smile.

“matthew, i feel so stuffed, do you have another bathroom?” you asked, trying to act fool but fortunately matthew didn’t suspect anything “i guess i cooked too much food,” he giggled “it’s on the second floor, third door at the right.” you quickly thanked and half-walked half-ran to the destination.

instead of going to the second bathroom, you reached for the one where was hanbin and opened the door, locking it behind your back.

sung hanbin was standing in front of you with his arms crossed on his chest and a big problem, poking from his pants.

you smiled “i didn’t know my foot could make you like that.” you teased, he rolled his eyes “for your information i don’t have a feet fetish.”

he looked at you with dark eyes, removing his belt “since you didn’t behave well.” he rolled down his pants, they fell at his ankles’ height “you need to make up for the mess you caused.”

hanbin removed his underwear too, his big and hard clock bounced out of them, veins could be seen popping “now get on your knees and suck it.” he ordered and you felt a knot in your stomach, your underwear was already getting wet

you obeyed and did as told, getting on your knees and licking it and slightly stroking with your hand, you looked up to him just to see him repressing moans by biting his bottom lip

you smiled, swallowing the whole length, it touched the back of your throat and you bounced your head back and forward, making hanbin moan.

“shit.” he breathed, placing a hand behind your head, tightening the grip on your hair, hurting you a little by pulling

you moaned on his dick, he was thrusting and fucking your mouth, slowly because he didn’t want to cum so early, knowing you sucked him so well he could cum anytime.

you twirled your tongue on the tip of his length, feeling a salty taste.

after you sucked his cock until it was dripping precum, he lifted you up and placed you on the corner, near the sink, your back touched the mirror, dirtying it.

he quickly removed your underwear and threw it somewhere on the floor before entering in you. he didn’t move at first, leaving you time to adjust, he then thrusted inside of you at a controlled speed.

you couldn’t help but let out small whimpers, you knew you had to be quite not to be discovered but it was stronger than you “shh y/n.. keep quite.” hanbin ordered, placing a hand on your mouth to shut up. you threw your head back, now it also touched the mirror.

hanbin stared at his reflection as he thrusted inside of you, what a shame you couldn’t see your own expressions as he fucks deep inside your tight pussy. he added to the bucket list having sex in front of a mirror.

he went faster, grasping on your waist as he needed it for friction, his grip would have probably left visible marks.

he removed the hand from your mouth which gave you a chance to throw yourself on his lips, kissing him roughly while he kept thrusting inside you.

hanbin squeezed your ass, hands travelling all over your body that he loved dearly.

your shirt was getting in the way so he raised it above your tits, which he sucked, you felt a rush of pleasure inside your body. you shivered under his touch, hanbin really knew where to hit the right spots.

usually hanbin would get very talkative during sex, he would check up on you and praise you, telling you how good you felt wrapped around him, however he didn’t really do it that time.

he just quietly moaned, too focused on teaching you a lesson.

you pulled away from the kiss, his thrusts sped up once again and your back arched, your nails digging inside his skin. he loved seeing the marks you left on him after he fucked you good.

“down.” he ordered, pulling out the cock from inside of you and backing down a little. your brain didn’t even have the time to realise what he told you to do that you were already bender over the bathroom counter with his dick inside of you again.

he thrusted into you while he caressed your breast with one hand and held your waist with the other. you decided to help him a little and moved with him, hanbin shut his eyes down in pleasure and cried “ah fuck angel you feel so fucking good.”

after some minutes he started to thrust with a faster speed, placing his hand again on your mouth when you weren’t able to control your moans anymore.

“just a little bit more pretty, i’m close..” he said inside your ear and came shortly after, you were filled up with his cum and felt so full, some of it even dripped on your thigh.

he pulled out his cock and went on his knees, licking his seed from your legs, you gasped at the sudden action “binnie-“ you tried to gulp down the urge to scream his name, hanbin turned you around and started placing soft kisses on the inner part of your thigh, making you shiver

“my baby did so good.” he placed another kiss “i must return the favour.” he smirked and slowly opened your entrance, making it breath.

you whimpered, letting out a shaky moan. hanbin used his thumb to circle your clit, giving you an immense pleasure right away while he continued to kiss your body, biting at times.

you were already close when he was fucking you so it didn’t take a lot of time for you cum, just a couple of minutes after he started abusing of your clit, licking it and rubbing his fingers.

“binnie.. close.” was all you could formulate before you came, body unconsciously moving. fortunately, hanbin was still grilling on your thighs so you didn’t fall down.

he licked a long stripe from your pussy and got up, kissing you “are you tasting yourself? you’re so delicious.” he praised, placing his hand on your cheek

when he was about to deepen the kiss once again, a knock interrupted you “hanbin? you still there? i need to pee.” you both giggled at matthew’s announcement

he playfully rolled his eyes “yes, give me five minutes.”

“hyung! i might really pee myself.” he complained, knocking more aggressively on the door “why are you shitting so much??”

“not my business.” you slightly hit his shoulder, making him giggle and place his index finger in front of his lips.

hanbin got closer to your ear and whispered “this time we weren’t discovered, darling, let’s see next time yeah?”

[jeonmagines]

dazed.... hanbin.... tattoos..... how do u think he'd react if his s/o sucked on his collarbone one lots cuz that's all im thinking of rn 😓

also also could I be 🦈 anon!? im the one who asked about not being able to cum too hehe tysm for that bc every single members blurb was so perfect!!!

yes welcome!! i already have the biggest thing for collarbones and Sung Hanbin did NOT have to do that to me but whatevs

Hanbin was laying on your bed with you on top of him, hands on you waist while you were kissing down his neck. As he was wearing a low cut shirt, it gave you perfect access to his tattoos, which you liked a lot.

He wasn’t the most vocal in bed, especially while just making out, but when you pressed a kiss to his collar bone he let out a soft whimper. His grip on you waist tightened as you started nibbling at it, feeling red spots forming. You altered between sucking, biting and licking, making sure he’d leave your house with a lot of purple fresh hickeys. The more you kissed him, the louder he got. His neck was definitely his most sensitive body part.

Shortly after, you lowered your kisses down to his actual tattoo. You pressed a peck on each one of the symbols, making him let out a breathy moan. You took time showering each on of them in love, while you felt him getting hard beneath you.

You sucked around them, bringing yourself up to his other collar bone, which you gave the same treatment. “Fuck, Y/n~” his heavy breathing made his collar bones pop out even more, which was a huge turn on to you. “Love your collar bones, Bin” you returned to his face and gave him a kiss on his lips. You rolled your hips over his erection, making the both of you moan in each other’s mouth. He put his hand in your hair, pushing you further into him, before quickly flipping the two of you.

The sight above you left you flustered. Hanbin had his hands on either side of your head, and his baggy shirt was allowing you to perfectly see the mess youve made on his neck and chest. He lowered his head and gave you the same treatment (before fucking you stupid) .

[jeonmagines]

fandom ꕀ zb1

pairing ꕀ sung hanbin x afab!reader

applicable aus & genre ꕀ friends with benefits, smut

synopsis ꕀ drastic situations call for drastic measures — like babytrapping you, so you don’t leave him.

warnings & tags ꕀ language, toxic!hanbin, he’s possessive AND jealous, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, dumbification, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mentions of babytrapping, creampie — RATED E for explicit content.

word count ꕀ 703

notes ꕀ don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea :] see the warnings before proceeding. hello, btw~ it’s my first time around here 😳! enjoy ♡

thinking about fwb!hanbin who’s gotten a bit obsessed with you. so much so that he wants to babytrap you into staying with him… 

He actually doesn’t remember how you guys got into this whole “friends with benefits” thing. Maybe because why or how he got here didn’t really matter to him. On the other hand, Hanbin can vividly recall being the happiest bitch on the planet while fucking you for the first time. It’s etched into his memory – the way you cried because it felt too good, your sweet pussy squeezing his cock, milking him dry. 

And since then, Hanbin has found himself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of you. How the fuck could he not? When he’s seen you in the rawest, swollen lips crying about how big he is, glossy eyes looking at him like he’s your whole world. 

Maybe that’s why Hanbin saw red while you laughed and put your hand on Euijoo’s shoulder. He noticed the way your glinting eyes travelled across his friend’s figure. All that did was make his chest feel uncomfortably tight, sirens going off in his head. 

Mine, all mine. 

Hanbin is in a frenzy, his hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted as he pounds into you. You’re babbling incoherent words, brain empty as he fucks you to oblivion. Your gummy walls are snug around his rock hard cock, pussy leaking copious amounts of your sweet juice. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting increase with each passing second. 

Oh, the way he loves to see you like this. 

“Tsk, can’t even utter a goddamn word properly. Am I fucking my baby dumb, hm?” His voice is gruff, lips quirking up in a satisfied smirk. “You know that I’m the only one who can do this to you, right? Fuck you so good with my cock that you forget how to talk?” 

The way you nod your head while making the cutest noises makes him feel delirious. Tears have wet your temples, lips wet with drool. Fuck, he could literally knock you up right now and you’d just lay there, overstimulated and unaware. 

The fleeting thought hits him like a ton of bricks. Hanbin can get you pregnant. Oh so conveniently, he’s doing you raw today because he was too impatient and forgot a condom. His cock twitches at the thought, his thrusts getting rougher. 

He looks at you with his newfound goal in mind, eyes falling upon your beautiful breasts that jiggle and bounce around with each movement of his hips. Hanbin leans down to catch your left nipple in his mouth, earning a whiny cry from you. Your tits would be full of milk for his baby, he thinks, feeling his lower stomach tighten. 

His gaze falls upon your belly bulge next, the outline of his cock pumping into you looking as pretty as ever. When you get all round with a baby inside your tummy, he won’t be able to see this anymore. Hanbin gently puts his left hand on your belly bulge, groaning curses as he feels the continuous movement of his cock inside you. 

“Look at your cute, little pussy greedily devouring my cock. I bet it’s so hungry, if I give it my cum, will it be satisfied?” His words make you clench, legs tightening around his waist. Hanbin swears that’s his last straw. “Fuck, you’d love that, huh?” 

He knows you’re probably not in your right mind — overstimulated and buzzing with pleasure, maybe thinking that he doesn’t mean it literally. 

Except that he does. If he puts a baby inside you, you’ll have to stay with him, right? 

He reaches for your swollen clit, eager to feel your walls clamping down onto him. You cry out his name, trembling as he rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your over-sensitive body doesn’t take too long to convulse into waves of ecstasy again — triggering his own release. 

Hanbin moans, pushing himself as deep as possible with one last thrust. He shakes and twitches, emptying his balls and painting your inner walls white. A deep satisfaction warms him up as he leans down to rest on top of you. 

His arms wrap you up in a hug. He’s going to hold you like this for a long time, making sure that not a single drop of his seed is wasted.

˗ˏˋ ★ extended notes ˎˊ˗

i need him biblically 🫠

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[jeonmagines]

toxic ex! hanbin x fem!reader

thinking about you ex boyfriend, Hanbin, who just shamelessly broke your heart after love bombing you.. brushing it off by saying he wasn’t ready to commit to a relationship. you missed him so much, the way he spoke to you so gently, the way he knew his way with your body.

he would hate how you seemed perfectly fine despite his absence and how you would be seen with other man. this makes him so furious, why weren’t you coming back to him? he surely missed you. Hanbin would go as far as to flirting with your girl friends, trying to get a reaction out of you. it would work, obviously, he’d notice the glance you give him as he holds your friend by her waist, although he wishes it was you. you wish it were you as well.

one day, as you were revising for the upcoming exam you had, you heard a soft knock on the door. when you opened the door, you were met with the one and only Sung Hanbin. you mentally cursed yourself for the choice of outfit, since you were wearing only one of the shirts he had left at your dorm before you had broken up. he looked taken aback as well. “what do you want?” your words came out harsher than intended, but the tall man didn’t seem to be distressed by it. “i’m here for your roommate, actually” of course he was. “she’s not home, come back later” you rolled your eyes and closed the door, but his hand stopped you from doing so, forcefully entering. “i’ll help myself, then” he gave you his signature smile which only infuriated you.

“what the fuck is your problem, hanbin?” he looked up at you from the couch as he was manspreading like a whore. “what do you mean,yn? what is my problem?” his expression made you feel like you were the crazy one. “you’re fucking karina? seriously?” the man stood up, closing the space between the two of you.

“never said i was, baby. even so, how would that affect you exactly?” you’ve had enough of his bullshit. in a split second, you crashed your lips into his. Hanbin placed his hands on your waist immediately, returning the same energy. As he fell down on the couch, his hands started travelling up your shirt, pulling it off in the process. he then pulled his own shirt off, making a pile of clothing on the ground. “you’re such a slut, y/n. wearing my shirt like that with no bra underneath…” he smiled as his hands groped you, squeezing your soft breasts.

“you’re the slut here, hanbin. going for my friend after you dumped me? very low of you” you said between kisses. out of instinct, your lips travelled to his neck, where you peppered kisses and little nibs. you hoped he would walk out with his whole neck covered in bruises from you. In the meantime, his large hands found your hips, guiding them above his dick. “stop being so dramatic, baby. you know i only did it to get you. and it seems to have worked.”

you rolled your eyes once again before getting off him to get rid of your panties. he did the same, and as you got back to him you noticed his cock standing tall. it had precum dripping out of it and its tip was bright red. you felt as if you were dripping at the sight. “come here, baby” he gestured for you to lay on your back and you did. Hanbin grabbed his dick and trusted it along your slit, gathering your arousal on his tip. you both moaned at the feeling, it had been too long since you’ve felt each other. as he pushed his tip past your entrance, he felt your walls squeeze him. “she missed me so much, baby. i can barely thrust in thanks to how tight you are” he looked at you and smiled. shortly after, he took one of your hands in his and placed it under your bellybutton, making you feel the outline of his cock as he thrusted into you.

“fuck, hanbin” you felt yourself close to your release. “missed your cunt so much, princess. missed you too, i shouldn’t have broken up with you” said the male before shooting his load inside of you with no warning. his words made you come as well, and he helped you ride out your high. without pulling out, he collapsed on top of you, head burried in the crook of your neck. “did you mean that?” you asked as your fingers ran through his soft black hair. “of course, baby”

[jeonmagines]

the day 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 me

ღ pairing: Sung Hanbin x gn!reader, set in non-idol verse ^^

ღ genre: angst, really bad angst.

ღ warnings: i'm not sure if there is any, if there is, please tell me!

ღ summary: you wondered where it went wrong, was it you? or was it him that went wrong? you wanted to know answers to your questions that you knew wouldn't be answered.

ღ notes: hi! this fic is inspired by laufey's latst release 'california and me', i suggest listening to the song before continuing to read this fic! tysm to the people who voted on my poll. this isnt in order of the actual song and i skipped a few lines for the fic to make more sense. do you guys want a part 2 of this btw? im sorry if this is rpetty short, the lyrics weren't as long as i thought. :(

ღ word count: 970

''Should've figured that you'd go back to New York Don't consider me when you run back to her"

Sung Hanbin was the perfect boyfriend for you, he was everything you'd want for a partner. He was caring, loving, respectful, kind, affectionate, he was perfect. almost. He became distant from you the past few weeks, you always wondered why. You tried to ask him why he was becoming more and more distant from you but he always said he was just stressed and busy. You knew he was lying, whenever he and problems, he would always open up to you about it. On the earlier stages of your relationship with him, he told you about his ex in New York, the same place he'd be going back to for her. You should've figured that he'd go back there anyways, your relationship has been going downhill ever since he became more and more distant from you. You knew you were just a distraction from her when Hanbin broke up with his ex, a distraction from all the pain he felt when she left him.

"You don't have to hide it, I know why you went Said you needed space, I know better than that"

He tried his best to hide the real reason he went back to New York, for her. He reasoned that he needed space for a while for his departure but you both knew it was a lie. You knew the actual reason of his leaving, he was like an open book that you read very well. He thought you were oblivious to his actions, but of course you knew better than that. You knew he lost his feelings for you, you knew he never truly loved you in the first place. His heart still belonged to her, the woman he first loved and still loved. He didn't care that you were a distraction for his aching heart, he waited and waited for her to come back. I guess she did so after all, huh.

"Could've fought for you but I just let you leave Hurt too much to consider you didn't love me''

You had a choice of trying to let him stay, but you just let him go. It would've been a failed attempt anyways, he never actually loved you. It broke your heart to think that he maybe never for once thought about you for you. He just thought about you as her. You wonder if you looked or acted the same way as she did, you would've been correct after all, right? You stayed speechless the time he waved goodbye at you, it gave you a glimpse of hope that he would come back, but deep in your heart you knew it would never happen. You wanted you to say something, but you stayed with your gut that said to just be quiet for the sake of it. You didn't want to ruin this moment for him just for you.

''I imagine you holding her in your arms Laughing 'bout how I thought that you were the one"

You tried your best to think positive and stay happy without Hanbin, but your mind said no. You imagined him holding her in his arms, laughing about how oblivious you were to Hanbin's plans. You thought how crazy it was for you to fall for his tricks. I mean, who wouldn't? He was charming in every single way possible, who wouldn't be able to resist his charms? Your mind clouded with all the thoughts of Hanbin and his ex living their best lives, especially Hanbin, he got to live his life without you, you were like an old t-shirt that was thrown away because it didn't fit the its owner anymore. You didn't blame him for that, you always thought she was better even if you didn't know what she was like. She should've been better than you for Hanbin to go back to her, right?

''Left me and the ocean for your old flame Holding back my tears, I couldn't make you stay''

Beach dates were Hanbin's favorites, or were it her favorites? Did he force himself to go on beach dates with you because they reminded them of her? You loved going on those beach dates as well, it made you feel as if you and Hanbin were the only people there, it made you feel...free. You tried your best to hold back your tears that were already on the verge of escaping as Hanbin went on the plane. You saw a glimpse of his face that somewhat looked...sad? You didn't care much though, all that was on your mind was the person you loved most in life just left, but he needed space from you, didn't he? You couldn't make him stay, you wanted to but you didn't have the courage to do so. Maybe it was the fact that maybe your were the problem in the relationship? Maybe it was actually you?

"Can't quit this, so damn wicked to leave California and Me"

It was so cruel, so damn wicked for him to leave you behind. He didn't even explain why he was so distant from you, but you didn't need it though, right? He left for her. The person he loved most with you being the next. You met Hanbin in California, in which your relationship with him bloomed more and more, but all flowers have to wilt in the end, California was the same place he left you. Who knew that your relationship with him would start and end at the same place? A part of you despised him for his cruelness, the other part knew he needed this and stayed hopeful that the negative things you thought about would never happen. I guess you were right after all, weren't you?

likes, comments, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!

[jeonmagines]

the day 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 me

ღ pairing: Sung Hanbin x gn!reader, set in non-idol verse ^^

ღ genre: angst, really bad angst.

ღ warnings: i'm not sure if there is any, if there is, please tell me!

ღ summary: you wondered where it went wrong, was it you? or was it him that went wrong? you wanted to know answers to your questions that you knew wouldn't be answered.

ღ notes: hi! this fic is inspired by laufey's latst release 'california and me', i suggest listening to the song before continuing to read this fic! tysm to the people who voted on my poll. this isnt in order of the actual song and i skipped a few lines for the fic to make more sense. do you guys want a part 2 of this btw? im sorry if this is rpetty short, the lyrics weren't as long as i thought. :(

ღ word count: 970

''Should've figured that you'd go back to New York Don't consider me when you run back to her"

Sung Hanbin was the perfect boyfriend for you, he was everything you'd want for a partner. He was caring, loving, respectful, kind, affectionate, he was perfect. almost. He became distant from you the past few weeks, you always wondered why. You tried to ask him why he was becoming more and more distant from you but he always said he was just stressed and busy. You knew he was lying, whenever he and problems, he would always open up to you about it. On the earlier stages of your relationship with him, he told you about his ex in New York, the same place he'd be going back to for her. You should've figured that he'd go back there anyways, your relationship has been going downhill ever since he became more and more distant from you. You knew you were just a distraction from her when Hanbin broke up with his ex, a distraction from all the pain he felt when she left him.

"You don't have to hide it, I know why you went Said you needed space, I know better than that"

He tried his best to hide the real reason he went back to New York, for her. He reasoned that he needed space for a while for his departure but you both knew it was a lie. You knew the actual reason of his leaving, he was like an open book that you read very well. He thought you were oblivious to his actions, but of course you knew better than that. You knew he lost his feelings for you, you knew he never truly loved you in the first place. His heart still belonged to her, the woman he first loved and still loved. He didn't care that you were a distraction for his aching heart, he waited and waited for her to come back. I guess she did so after all, huh.

"Could've fought for you but I just let you leave Hurt too much to consider you didn't love me''

You had a choice of trying to let him stay, but you just let him go. It would've been a failed attempt anyways, he never actually loved you. It broke your heart to think that he maybe never for once thought about you for you. He just thought about you as her. You wonder if you looked or acted the same way as she did, you would've been correct after all, right? You stayed speechless the time he waved goodbye at you, it gave you a glimpse of hope that he would come back, but deep in your heart you knew it would never happen. You wanted you to say something, but you stayed with your gut that said to just be quiet for the sake of it. You didn't want to ruin this moment for him just for you.

''I imagine you holding her in your arms Laughing 'bout how I thought that you were the one"

You tried your best to think positive and stay happy without Hanbin, but your mind said no. You imagined him holding her in his arms, laughing about how oblivious you were to Hanbin's plans. You thought how crazy it was for you to fall for his tricks. I mean, who wouldn't? He was charming in every single way possible, who wouldn't be able to resist his charms? Your mind clouded with all the thoughts of Hanbin and his ex living their best lives, especially Hanbin, he got to live his life without you, you were like an old t-shirt that was thrown away because it didn't fit the its owner anymore. You didn't blame him for that, you always thought she was better even if you didn't know what she was like. She should've been better than you for Hanbin to go back to her, right?

''Left me and the ocean for your old flame Holding back my tears, I couldn't make you stay''

Beach dates were Hanbin's favorites, or were it her favorites? Did he force himself to go on beach dates with you because they reminded them of her? You loved going on those beach dates as well, it made you feel as if you and Hanbin were the only people there, it made you feel...free. You tried your best to hold back your tears that were already on the verge of escaping as Hanbin went on the plane. You saw a glimpse of his face that somewhat looked...sad? You didn't care much though, all that was on your mind was the person you loved most in life just left, but he needed space from you, didn't he? You couldn't make him stay, you wanted to but you didn't have the courage to do so. Maybe it was the fact that maybe your were the problem in the relationship? Maybe it was actually you?

"Can't quit this, so damn wicked to leave California and Me"

It was so cruel, so damn wicked for him to leave you behind. He didn't even explain why he was so distant from you, but you didn't need it though, right? He left for her. The person he loved most with you being the next. You met Hanbin in California, in which your relationship with him bloomed more and more, but all flowers have to wilt in the end, California was the same place he left you. Who knew that your relationship with him would start and end at the same place? A part of you despised him for his cruelness, the other part knew he needed this and stayed hopeful that the negative things you thought about would never happen. I guess you were right after all, weren't you?

likes, comments, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!

[jeonmagines]

CEILINGS — sung hanbin [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: soulmate hanbin x afab reader

genre: mild angst, mild fluff, suggestive (mdni)

plot: inspired by the song ceilings by lizzy mcalpine.

wc: 3074

warnings under the cut.

warnings: reader is delusional and imagines this whole relationship with hanbin when he was never in her life and never had been, mentions of nudity but not detailed, sad ending but also maybe not; depends how you look at it, i cried while writing this. this is also meant to be an almost soulmates au where you dream about your soulmate, but that isn't made obvious at all.

CEILINGS, PLASTER, CAN’T YOU MAKE IT MOVE FASTER? LOVELY TO BE SITTING HERE WITH YOU. YOU’RE KIND OF CUTE.

You sat at the doctor’s office with your feet on the ground and your eyes trained on the cracks between the cement stones, afraid if you looked up the pain would hit you tenfold. You sighed, your head pounding and your eyes stinging. You wanted nothing more than to go back home and sleep it off, but your all too loving boyfriend was having none of it and demanded (more like dragged) you to go visit the doctor.

Hanbin sat with his hand holding yours, his thumb rubbing lazily circles over the skin as you both waited for the receptionist to call your name so you could pick up the prescription. For the recent months he had been dating you, Hanbin had always noticed you never slept well and so if he could do just one thing to try and help, he was going to do it regardless if you found it a waste of time or not.

Finally the woman behind the desk called your name, but you were too dizzy to stand. As if your boyfriend could sense the swirling feeling in your head, he stood and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he dropped your hand to walk to the counter and collect the medicine for you.

He walked back to you and crouched down, his hands on your knees as he smiled softly. Despite trying to reassure you everything was okay, his ears turned red from the way your eyes stared into his. You couldn’t stop the smile, despite the pain behind your eyebrow.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” His smile remained soft as you nodded your head in agreement.

His hands took yours as he helped you stand. He wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you steady, helping you out of the doctors office and into his car.

As he pulled your seatbelt to ensure your safety, that was the moment you realised you loved this man.

BUT IT’S RAINING HARDER, MY SHOES ARE NOW FULL OF WATER. LOVELY TO BE RAINED ON WITH YOU. IT’S KINDA CUTE.

You giggled as you sat on the bench under the blossom tree, your eyes adjusting as the sun hid behind the growing mass of dark clouds that were beginning to form above your head.

You turned your head to watch Hanbin, his own smile just as wide as love-drunk as yours. You sighed happily, moving your body to face him. He sat on the other side of the bench, turning his own body to face you.

“You can be quite fun sometimes, you know,” He joked, causing you to roll your eyes and throw a discarded leaf in his direction.

“You’re the one who asked me out, remember. So clearly you have some kind of interest in me, even if I am a boring old woman who sits at home most days,” You defended yourself, to which Hanbin’s smile turned from playful to sugary sweet.

“That’s what I enjoy most about you, seeing you in that stupid oversized jumper and sweatpants during movie nights. You look pretty always to me,” Your boyfriend tried to butter you up, to which you could only return his gesture with an eyeroll.

As if right on cue, there was a loud cracking sound as if the heavens opened up and rain poured down heavy over your romantic moment with your boyfriend. You asked, rushing to stand up.

Hanbin let out a loud laugh as your reaction, your eyes and mouth wide in shock. You glared at him for a moment, but then you felt the potential anger wash away with the rain. Your lips turned up in a smile as you grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand.

He was taller than you, so as if by nature, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled your body against his in a tight hug.

That was the moment you realised you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.

BUT IT’S SO SHORT, THEN YOU’RE DRIVING ME HOME AND I DON’T WANNA LEAVE BUT I HAVE TO GO. YOU KISS ME IN YOUR CAR AND IT FEELS LIKE THE START OF A MOVIE I’VE SEEN BEFORE.

The car was tense as Hanbin pulled up in to apartment complex. Your body remained aimed at the car door, while Hanbin’s hand which usually found home on your thigh as he drove remained in limbo, stuck to his steering wheel.

You made no effort to get out of the car, you wanted to make things right before you left for fear that if you didn’t talk it through, things could become bitter between you two. But on the other hand, you were known for being somewhat strong headed, and you were determined he was the one in the wrong.

“Are you just going to sit here all night, or are you getting out?” He asked, his voice sounding a little too harsh.

You blinked, begging the tears not to fall. You wrapped your arms around your body, nodding before you finally sucked in a breath. You let go of yourself and reached for the door handle, but then his hand stopped your actions.

“You can’t just sit in silence and expect me to be okay with everything the second you get out of my car. Are you going to tell me what that little outburst was about? I thought we were having a great night?” Hanbin’s lips pouted. Despite knowing he was likely disappointed in you, his eyes remained soft and understanding.

God, you didn’t fucking deserve this man, you couldn’t help but berate yourself.

You finally turned in the seat to face him a little better, your hands gripping the small leather bag that sat on your lap. You took in a deep breath, then let it out again. “I’m sorry I ruined your night, I just…” You began, the jealousy feeling the fire in your chest again as your mind flashed with the images of the crowd of people around him, other people daring to run their hands over his body.

And he made no move to push them away.

“I think we should put this whole thing on the back burner. You’re so popular and friendly and… well, you’re so you and I’m so not you. I can’t keep calm while you flirt with everyone,” You began to babble, your mouth running with a mind of its own.

Hanbin’s eyes widen in shock, causing your words to train off. You looked down at your lap, closing your eyes. The tears were threatening to spill out once again.

You felt a hand gently cup your cheek and looked up just as his lip brushed against your, soft and gentle, the way he always kissed you. You felt his lips twitch up into a smile as your hand came to rest on his wrist.

He pulled back enough to rest his forehead against yours. “I’m not mad, I just wish you would tell me how you’re feeling so I can try my best to help you overcome any struggles you’re having.”

“Even if you’re the cause?” You smiled, closing your eyes for fear if you stared into his for much longer, he would consume your very being.

“You’re my whole world, you know that, right? If I ever do something to hurt you, you have to let me know so I can make up for it.” His voice was quiet, barely a whisper over the sound of the wind outside.

The way his thumb rubbed your cheekbone soothingly, his forehead against yours with both your eyes closed… you knew then that he was going to be the only man you could ever love in this way. He was intoxicating your life, and you never wanted it to end.

BEDSHEETS, NO CLOTHES, TOUCH ME LIKE NOBODY EVER DOES. LOVELY TO JUST LAY HERE WITH YOU.

You lay in bed with your fingers and legs tangled, the radio playing some soft music you could barely hear from the kitchen while the water from the bathroom reminded you that you couldn’t stay in bed together all day.

You sighed softly, pulling your body away from his. It was cold without his arms around you, but you had work to get to and he had God knows how many things he wanted to do before the end of the day. He was a busy man, but he always found time for you.

“I should go have a bath before I leave for work,” You spoke into the room, almost as if you were begging for him to coerce you to take the day off work and stay in with him all day.

Hanbin sat up, the bedsheets falling from his body as he pressed his face into your shoulder, leaving soft and gentle kisses. The metal of his necklace was cold against your back, but the feeling was comforting–one you had grown to love.

“Then stop stalling sweetheart, you’ve got a busy day and you haven’t made lunch yet,” He mumbled against your skin.

You threw your head back, letting out a groan. Your lips pouted as your boyfriend finally climbed out of bed. As he stood, he reached for his sweatpants. He slipped them on, reminding you that you should be doing the same.

Hanbin finally noticed your pout and laughed, smiling. He leant over the bed and took your face in his hands. He titled your head side to side, speaking in baby voice to you, “You better get in that back or else it’s going to overflow and ruin our bathroom.”

You sighed and nodded your head, finally getting out of the comfort of the bed. You looked over your shoulder before you left the bedroom, smiling at the sight of your boyfriend, trying to decide which shirt he wanted to wear when you both knew all too well he would just end up settling for yet another one of his white t-shirts.

As you climbed into the bath, the head that was circulating the room clouded your mind with the reminder of the night before, your fingertips tracing along his skin while his lips attached to every bit of you they could reach.

You sighed happily, leaning your head back before you closed your eyes. If he were to ever disappear from your life, you weren’t sure how you were ever going to feel happiness again.

YOU’RE KINDA CUTE AND I WOULD SAY ALL OF THIS, BUT I DON’T WANNA RUIN THE MOMENT. LOVELY TO SIT BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Hanbin yelled, his hand itching to push your favourite vase off of the side table in the hallway. He was angry, and sure he was willing to raise his voice a little, but he couldn’t bring it upon himself to do anything further. He knew he had to calm down, but you weren’t helping the case.

“What? So you’re allowed to be friends with all the people who have ever loved you, yet when I hang out with one of your friends and go for some drinks, I’m suddenly cheating o you?” You asked in disbelief, but the scent swallowing your body that was Jiwoong’s cologne would make anyone misunderstand the situation.

“You call me in the middle of the night to pick you up from some bar with a man who has his hands on your waist, you stink of him and your lipstick is smudged, how else do you expect me to read this scenario?” Hanbin’s voice came to a normal tone, but he was still seething and his balled fisted conveyed that.

“Look, I get your point, but you should know I would never do that to you. I don’t know who has hurt you before, but don’t compare me with your trashy exes,” You didn’t mean to come as bitchy as you had, but you were just as angry at him for thinking you could ever do such a thing to him.

“Keep this little attitude up, and you’ll become one of them,” His voice was low, threatening, as he walked past you to the kitchen. He grabbed the jug of water and then turned a glass around to fill it.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” You laughed, but there was no humour behind it. You leant against the kitchen island, your arms crossed as you watched his every move. He brought the glass to his lips, gulped the water down, then slammed the glass back on the marble a little too hard.

You flinched at the impact, and it made him feel guilty, but you were both simmering in your anger.

“I’m off to bed, if you’re done whoring around,” He spat harshly. He turned and walked to your bedroom.

You turned to grip the counter, taking in several slow deep breaths. No relationship was ever perfect, but you couldn’t go to bed. Not when you were both angry at one another. You sighed as you made your way to the bathroom, stepping in the shower in an attempt to clean Jiwoong’s scent from you before you even dared to enter your bedroom.

Freshly cleaned, and for extra effect, smelling of all of Hanbin’s products, you made your way to your bedroom. The lights were out and his back was to you. You sighed softly, as you got to your side of the bed. You pulled the blanket off and climbed in the cold sheets.

You crawled as close to his back as you could, resting your cheek against his back. You closed your eyes, knowing he was likely too angry to turn around and hold you like he did most nights.

But he surprised you. He instantly turned around, his arms snaking around your body as he pulled you into his chest. His nose nuzzled into your hair, and he took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I had no right to behave the way I did,” He apologised, his voice soft while his hands rubbed small circles on your skin.

You smiled, one of your hands coming to his hair to gently run your fingers through it. “So am I.”

BUT IT’S OVER, THEN YOU’RE DRIVING ME HOME AND IT KINDA COMES OUT AS I GET UP TO GO. YOU KISS ME IN YOUR CAR AND IT FEELS LIKE THE START OF A MOVIE I’VE SEEN BEFORE.

Hanbin’s grip was a little too tight on your sides, but you chose to ignore it. Your hands were laced in his hair, your lips swollen and red.

You pulled back to look down at your boyfriend, sat proudly in the driver’s seat with the love of his life on top of his lap. He smiled smug, giggles finally escaping your throat. Your cheeks burned, one of your hands moving to hide his eyes from your face.

Hanbin pouted, his hand coming to your wrist. He made no effort to push your hand away from his face, his you knew he wanted to. He was a sucker for eye contact, despite knowing it intimidated you during your most intimate moments.

“I should leave,” You whispered, to which the one hand that remained on your side squeezed lightly.

“I don’t want you to go, not yet,” He whispered.

You pulled your hand from his face, your eyes string right into his. You smiled softly and leant down to peck his lips a few times before you pulled back.

“It’s just a business trip, I’ll be back before you know it,” You spoke softly as you finally pulled away, your hands gently holding onto the sides of his neck. You couldn’t stop the fit of giggles when his lips pouted, and for added effect, he turned his face away from yours.

“Take me with you then,” He demanded, but his ears began to turn red. You knew he was feeling shy, it was taking all of him to admit his true feelings to you.

“I’ll call you every morning and night, it’s just for the weekend. We can hang out all day when I’m back, yeah?” You offered, your hands forcing his head to turn back in your direction.

He smiled softly, nodding his head as he finally gave in. “Fine, but you owe me a kiss tax. Seventeen kisses for every minute you’re away from me,” He joked.

You rolled your eyes, laughing once again before you gave into his demands and pressed your lips back to his.

BUT IT’S NOT REAL AND YOU DON’T EXIST, AND I CAN’T RECALL THE LAST TIME I WAS KISSED. IT HITS ME IN THE CAR, AND IT FEELS LIKE THE END OF A MOVIE I’VE SEEN BEFORE.

You jolt awake at the doctors office. Your head pounded and your body felt as if it was stuck in cold sweats. Your name was called loudly, and you rushed to stand and grab the pain killers.

It was meant to be summer, and you had enough to jogging to try and lose some weight just so you could fit into that fancy dress for your father’s wedding. The weather was taking a turn for the worst, only dampening your mood. But as the rain fell, you welcomed the piercing cold water on your skin. You needed the reminder that you were alive, and the man in your dreams was nothing but just that… dreams.

Wakings up and lying in bed alone was painful, especially when you woke from the dream of his fingertips and soft kisses. You almost swore you could really feel them, but then you woke to a half-warm half-empty bed and you had to remind yourself to stay grounded–to not get lost in the fantasy.

Jiwoong was your anchor, your best friend, your whole world. He supported you and tried to set you up on as many dates as he could, did everything he could to distract you from the dreams that haunted you.

But when you walked the streets and felt a wall of a familiar cologne that made your whole world flip and your knees buckle, your eyes welled with tears.

The Hanbin in your dreams wasn’t real… so who was this man in front of you with the same smile, same eyes, same soft voice?

[jeonmagines]

surprise ! sung hanbin

fem ! sub ! reader x boyfriend ! dom ! hanbin happy (extremely late) hanbin day !

synopsis ; hanbin comes home to your birthday surprise for him.

genre ; smut, fluff, . . . FILTH . . .

wc ; 2.4k

contains ; oh god ok sooooo, lingerie, thigh riding, orgasm denial, creampie, fingering, penetration, tummy bulge, pet names, heavy praise kink, degradation/slut shaming reader calls hanbin 'binnie,' dacryphilia, food play (hanbin eats cake off of reader's body), drunken sex, a tinyyy bit of hanbin manhandling reader, squirting, slight size kink, slight pain kink, lmk if i missed any !

a soft sigh pushed past hanbin's lips as he closed the front door behind him and leaned against the hardwood, staring at the ceiling in relief.

it'd been a long day, he had almost forgotten that today was in fact his birthday. he'd missed you like crazy, wanting nothing less than to come home and escape from all his problems in your warmth.

he hoped that he hadn't kept you awake too long. you'd been messaging him all night about a birthday surprise you were setting up for him. it was extremely well past midnight now and he was definitely extremely late for this.

he decided he would get you to bed for now and the two of you could spend time together in the morning. he didn't want to keep you up any longer than he already had.

hanbin slipped his jacket off, hanging it up and turning on the hallway light. he walked down the kitchen, smiling instantly when he found you, sat down, head laid on the table, eyes closed, soft snores escaping your slightly parted lips. the table had been set up with candles, cake and a bottle of champagne.

he sat himself down beside you, tucking your hair behind your ear to kiss your cheek. you quickly startled yourself back awake, sitting up straight and looking at him with wide eyes. it didn't take him long to realise you were wearing his favourite lingerie set.

"surprise!" you said quickly, "happy birthday."

he laughed, leaning over to cup the side of your face, lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

"thank you baby." he grinned, thumb caressing your cheek, "i'm sorry i'm so late. i tried getting home as early as i could."

"it's okay." you smiled at him, "let's have cake."

he tilted his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows, "don't you wanna go to bed?"

"b-but i wanted to do all of this stuff with you! i even brought the stupid uno cards out."

hanbin paused as he thought for a moment before he smiled, taking your hand and kissing your fingertips.

"alright." he whispered, running his thumb over your knuckles and watching as you reached over for the lighter, clicking it open and lighting each of the candles for him.

a small chuckle escaped him as you quietly sang the 'happy birthday' song to him, clapping your hands along to the beat until it ended.

"make a wish!" you smiled with jazz hands. hanbin nods and lowers head with a grin, making his wish before blowing out all of the candles.

as the two of you ate cake together you talked about whatever came to mind, hanbin rested his head against your shoulder.

"you look so pretty tonight, baby." he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss onto your jaw. you giggle shyly, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair, pecking his temple.

he looked up at you, cupping the side of your face, bringing himself to kiss you, laughing at the way you got so easily flustered.

"i love you."

"mm, i love you too."

he drew himself close to kiss you again, confused when you pulled away halfway.

"you okay?" he asked concerningly, looking at you worriedly.

"it's your birthday," you whined, "i should do the work for once."

hanbin smiled, tilting his head to the side, "you want to fuck me?"

"yes! what's your problem?" you grumbled, "i can be dominant."

"mmm, really?" his voice low and cocky as he brought you close to him, fluttering gentle kisses down your jaw.

"m-hmm!" your voice shaky as his lips latched onto the skin of your collarbone, sucking a soft, reddening mark onto you.

"i find that a little hard to believe, baby." he whispered, looking back up to peck the tip of your nose, free hand snaking down between your thighs to get a feel of you over the fabric of your lingerie, "you're already all wet, my little baby can barely even handle a little kissing. how would you possibly dominate me?"

you bit down on your bottom lip as hanbin's middle finger circled your clothed clit. hanbin chuckled at you, kissing your forehead.

"you're so cute," he smiled, "come on, do you want a drink?"

"yes please." your eyelids heavy as you leaned into his chest, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into his lap.

he brought the champagne bottle close, screwing the lid open, pouring a small amount into each glass to start the two of you off for the night. and with the click of your wineglasses, the two of you drank together into the late hours of the midnight.

it wasn't long before the entire bottle was almost finished, the two of you sat together drunken in lust. his eyes wandering your body biting his bottom lip as he held your waist, lifting you slightly so you were now kneeling over his lap. a small smirk came to his lips as he pressed and sucked gentle kisses and marks onto your exposed stomach and waist.

hanbin put his glass down to cup your face, kissing you tenderly. you whimpered against his lips as his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them over to the side as he guided his fingers to your clit. he rubbed the pad of his thumb over your sensitive nub, chuckling as you jolted at each of his movements.

his middle finger pushed itself into your hole, hanbin smiling as the singular digit was met with some resistance. a small whine left you as you buried your head in his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his work blazer as he continued his ministration.

"does that feel good, baby?"

"m-mmhm."

hanbin smirked, looking over to the slices of cake on the table that had been left abandoned, due to the lustrous build-up between the two of you. without a word, he took his hand away from your core, making you look down in both confusion and disappointment.

"wh-what?"

"shh," he hushed you, taking his essence-covered digit to messily take some of the cake, wiping it across your exposed hip and sucking the excess off of his finger. his smirk only grew fonder as he licked and sucked the cake off of you, the taste of sweet frosting and your juices making him groan against your flesh.

his mouth latched off of your skin, watching as the mark he'd made began to pinken before his eyes. that would definitely remain there for the next few days, which you would usually complain about because of the size of it in such a big area. but it was his birthday, and he and you both knew damn well that you weren't allowed to complain today.

you shuddered as he continued to kiss his way up your sides, holding onto your breasts, thumbs running over your pebbled nipples through the silky fabric of your lingerie.

he pecked gentle kisses around your chest, hands moving to your back to loosen the ribbons which kept the top of the set intact. he untied the knot carefully, assisting you in slipping it off. he began to hickey the skin around your nipples, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you down against his thigh. you whimpered at the rough, slightly gritty feeling of his slack pants against your clit.

"come on, sweetheart." he said softly, "you said you wanted to do some work, right? i want you to ride my thigh."

"h..-hanbinnie," you choked out, moving your hips on his command, the need for him growing increasingly more and more as he now sucks on your nipples.

"that's it, good girl." he smiled at how compliant you always are, "how does that feel, hm?"

"s-so good." you said shakily, biting your bottom lip as tears begun to come to your eyes. he cooed at you, kissing your cheeks and wiping the droplets away with his thumbs.

"don't cry baby~," he smiled, "you're doing such a great job, you know that? my pretty girl always does so well for me."

"binnie, s-s' much."

"i know baby, you getting close?"

you nodded your head, gasping as he suddenly put his hands on your waist, fully putting your ministration to a stop before your climax could approach any faster. more tears danced down your cheeks at the sudden pause.

"wh-why did you . . ?" you choked. hanbin only chuckled at your helplessness, kissing your forehead in mock pity.

"i'm sorry baby. but wouldn't you rather cum on my cock?"

"but i was so close, and-and-" he was quick to hush you with gentle kisses all over your face, bringing you close as he reached his arm out to move some things out of the way to create tablespace, before carrying you and carefully laying you on the dining table, hand on the back of your head as he kissed you into another universe.

"you think you're ready for me sweetheart?" he smiled teasingly at you, as he held onto your waist, pulling your body against his bulging erection, making a whine leave you, throwing your head back with a shudder.

you eagerly nodded your head at the offer, feeling your mouth water as you watched him unbutton his slacks, pulling out his cock. you bit your bottom lip as his bulbous head circled your entrance.

"you think it'll fit, baby? should i prep you a little first?" he asked mockingly, tilting his head to the said as if he were truly serious. he held back his laugh, wanting to see how you would react as you almost immediately believed his satirical remark.

"no! p-please no, i can take it, i swear!" you said quickly.

hanbin chuckled, taking your hand and pecking your knuckles. you were just so cute and pathetic when you were needy.

"i was only messing with you, baby." he said softly, "you wanna take me like this?" he asked again, wanting to ensure that you wanted this, thumb now running over your fingers. you nodded, looking up at him with soft doe eyes. he continued to hold your hand, using his free one to rest on top of your thigh, caressing your skin as he carefully pushed his tip into you, groaning at how tight you were around him.

"fuck, baby. you're doing so well for me."

your breath got caught in your throat as you reached out your grabby hands to hold onto his blazer collar, scrunching up the fabric in your tight fist as you closed your eyes and blinked back tears of both pain and pleasure. a soft, breathy giggle escaped hanbin as he squeezed tight onto the hand of yours he was holding, bringing it the your other hand and rubbing the both of them.

"if you're having so much trouble fitting me in, you shouldn't clench so much, sweetheart."

"i c-can't help it!" you whined back, as he finally filled you to the hilt. you let out a small sigh of relief as he kissed your forehead and laughed.

"there. look so pretty all full of me." he whispered, looking down at the bulge forming in your lower stomach from the sheer size of his length, "do you need a moment to adjust?"

"mm, no. i can take it."

he smiled, "you sure? you look like you're having trouble."

"n-no..." you argue weakly back, although you knew you wouldn't have any trouble with a little pain. hanbin smirked as he quickly realised it himself.

"my baby likes it rough, hm?"

you quickly closed your eyes in embarrassment, trying to free your hands from his to cover your face from him, but to no avail, as his grip was too strong for you. a broken moan left you has he pulled and pushed himself out of you, tip slamming harshly against your hilt, in such a way that made your eyes roll back, "b-binnie . . !"

"feels good?"

you nodded, gulping and closing your eyes as he continued to fuck himself into you.

"come on baby, eyes open for me." he smiled.

"p-please, more-"

"only because you asked so nicely."

you almost screamed as he began to slam in and out of you at the pace of a ravenous beast, crying and shaking at the surge of pleasure you were feeling in the sudden symphonic pace.

"yeah, you like this?"

"y-yes! f-feels so goo-d, cock feels s-so good!" you babbled through your tears, mind racing blank as you just spoke, unknowing of the words that were leaving you. hanbin groaned at the sight of your pretty little tummy bulge, disappearing and reappearing with each unearthly thrust.

"god, fuck i'm getting close baby." he grunted, "gonna fill this pretty little pussy with all of my cum, yeah?"

the words he was saying to you only went through one ear and out the other as you began to feel the overstimulation crash over you, thighs trembling as they struggled to keep in place.

he grinned, "poor baby, all fucked out. can't take it all, can you?"

"i'm g-gonna-" your eyes flowing with tears as your sentence was cut off by your sudden orgasm, gushing around his cock as he continued his linguid thrusts.

"sh-shit baby, you squirted." he groaned, stilling himself as he released straight after you, filling you with his warm, pearlescent release, long, heavy sighs leaving both you and him as he leaned into your body, burying his head in your shoulder, kissing you wherever he could reach.

"god. you did such a good job, sweetheart."

he looked up at your tear-stained cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, cupping your cheeks to deliver gentle kisses and pecks to your lips.

he pulled himself out carefully with a groan, watching as his cum began to almost immediately spill out of your hole.

"alright, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" he said with smile, pecking your temple, sliding his arms beneath your body to be able to carry your upstairs and into the bathroom.

as he sat you down on the counter to get the bathtub running, your drowsy, worn out voice caught his attention.

"hanbinnie . . ?" you called his name. he smiled and looked back at you.

"yes baby?"

you reached your arms out for him, making grabbing motions with your hands with a small, sleepy pout. he let out a small laugh and came closer to you, putting his arms around you in a warm hug.

"i love you. happy birthday."

"you're so cute, baby." he giggled, "i love you too. thank you for doing this for me, i appreciate you so much."

a/n ; WROTE THAT LAST BIT AT 2 AM PLS EXCUSE HOW RUSHED IT IS . . . ALSO THIS IS NOT PRROFREAD I AM SORRY FOR REPEATING THE SAME WORDS LIKE 1000 TIMES IM SO TIRED IM SORRY HOPE U ENJOYED READING !!

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[jeonmagines]

pretty boy on lockdown! | k.gv

pairing: popular guy! kim gyuvin x fem, student president! reader warnings: swearing like three words, mentions of food genre: fake dating, reverse grumpy x sunshine, super fluffy, angst if you squint but even then it's not that much, crack fic wc: 9,752

Kim Gyuvin was begging on his knees trying to get away from his crazed fangirls. He just needed a moment of peace. Along came you, the stingy student president who didn't even know who he was! You were the final piece to the puzzle; the perfect addition to his perfect plan. It was simple; you two pretend to date and drive away all of Gyuvin's weird fangirls. You only had one rule, though; Gyuvin has to drive you everywhere!

a/n: hiii i'm back with my first fic for zb1! I love kim gyuvin with all my heart omg this fic was actually so fun to write! please support zb1 and their new song, crush, too! I tried to make this one super fluffy so hope u guys enjoy~

You were holding someone’s hand.

The hand was much bigger than yours, most likely a man’s. The metal surface of what you assumed was a ring had shocked your skin cool. His knuckles were calloused, rough—he seriously needed to invest in some hand cream. Contradictingly, his palms were warm and clammy; a sensation you didn’t particularly enjoy, either.

More importantly, however, you didn’t have a clue who this man was. 

It seems he didn’t catch that memo.

“I already have a girlfriend,” the owner of the hand bogusly smiled at the two girls who cornered you in the middle of the hallway. Stupefied, you gazed up at his towering frame and broad shoulders, with his sports bag flush against his chest. You glanced at his flushed red ears, sweat beading from his forehead, his puppy dog eyes that were full of determination. You admit; he would’ve been cute if it weren’t for this non-consensual hand holding habit of his. The creepy-hand-guy glanced at his feet. “I can’t date you, sorry!”

“Awe, Gyubinnee!” one of the girls whined, a sound synonymous with an air horn. “Since when were you dating someone?”

You seconded the air-horn girl’s testaments. Since when were you in a relationship you didn’t even know about?

His hand clung around your fingers tighter. “It just sorta happened, you know?”

The two girls took quick glances at each other, whining some more before ultimately walking away, their shoulders slumped to the floor. Creepy-hand-guy waited a few paces, his eyes tracking the girls like a sniper on the kill. The girls turned the corner at the hall, and only then did the creepy hand guy exhale from relief. He held a hand against his chest, as if his heart was minutes away from falling out of place. Clearly, creepy-hand-guy was forgetting something.

“Are you gonna let go?”

“Oh, shit,” he jutted, his hand flying away from yours. He took two lengthy steps away from your figure, as if he finally learnt the meaning of personal space. Took him long enough. You heave a sigh, using your finally free hand to continue what you were originally here to do; gathering your things to bus home. 

“I’m really sorry—those girls were killing me.” He cradled the nape of his neck with his palm, flashing the grin. A genuine one, this time. Though it was laced with nervousness. “Thanks for helping me out. I’m Gyuvin.” 

Gyuvin pushed a hand out to your direction, making this the second time you’ve ever held his hand. You hugged your books against your chest, leaving one hand open to shake his hand. “y/n.”

“Do you usually hold random girl’s hands in your free time?” Turning around, you took a jab at him as you shoved your books into your school bag. It elicited a nervous chuckle from his chest. Gyuvin clung onto his bag strap. “No, those girls back there—they keep harassing me and asking for my number. So, I, uh, had to improvise? Yeah.” 

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but giggle at his lack of coordination. Gyuvin fiddled with his fingers, lighting up at the sight of your amusement. He really did resemble a puppy. 

You clicked your phone open, your eyes scanning the time left you had to rush over to your bus stop. Shock ran though your spine, sweat beaded from your forehead. 8 minutes. You had 8 minutes before the bus would arrive, and the closest bus stop resided on the other side of a massive hill. Slamming your locker shut, you dashed to the exit, brushing past Gyuvin’s shoulder. You quickly turned back, greeting the puppy boy with a weary eye-smile. 

“Good luck with that—”

“Wait!”

His voice tethered you to the ground, your body frozen. You couldn’t quite figure out why you bothered to listen; the clock was ticking—fast. Gyuvin adjusted his figure to face you upfront before bending over in a 90* bow. Your brows furrowed, speechless. What was this guy doing?

“Can you be my fake girlfriend?”

You choked, eyes spilling from your sockets. This felt like some joke, like a prank camera crew was moments away from jumping out and exposing their true intentions. You glanced around just to be safe. You caught a glimpse of the boy before you, slowly straightening his posture—his eyes flooding with determination. Your lips part. He wasn’t joking, was he? 

The puppy boy continues his wild claim, his palms facing you in defence. “I know it sounds crazy, but those girls have never listened to me before! This is the first time they’ve actually back down after I’ve told them to go away.” Gyuvin held a hand to his chest. “If I make it seem like I’m in a believable relationship, I might actually have a shot at making those guys leave me alone.”

Gyuvins eyes drilled into you, his voice softening. “I really need your help—please.”

Feelings of guilt started to seep into your chest, but you quickly swatted them away. You barely knew this man, why would you give into his psychotic request? You checked the bus time once again; 6 minutes. Shit. 

“No thanks!” You jutted from your chest.

With that, you dashed out the door, your bag swinging side to side as you ran. As heartless as your actions were, you didn’t bother to look back. You simply let the puppy boy fend for himself. It didn’t matter, you’ll never see this guy again.

Right?

Running. Kim Gyuvin was running. His breath hitched against his chest, sweat 

beaded from his forehead, his sports bag swaying frantically at his hips. He barely took notice, though; his brain was too occupied with escaping the two random girls who asked him for his number this afternoon. 

Correction: girls who asked for his number and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Gyuvin tucked himself away, hiding behind a wall of lockers to catch his breath. He combed through his hair, his chest heaving. This wasn’t the first time this happened. There have been countless times where Gyuvin had to run for his life from random people in his school; people that claimed to be fans. It was one of the downsides to being popular.

Gyuvin knew it was vain. He knew people would die just to be in his shoes. He knew people would love to be adored the way he was adored. Yet one massive thing completely goes over their heads; it was exhausting. People didn’t fully understand his struggles; the constant noise, the lack of privacy in the classroom and the bus ride to and from school. The only reason he studied his ass off to get his licence the minute he could was to get away from those fangirls who had no clue about personal space.  

Now, they’re going so far as to wait for him after practice, and chase him down for his number. Gyuvin needed to put an end to this. Now. 

Hastily, Gyuvin scanned the barren hallway. Nothing but a sea of beige lockers; all closed. It was natural, it was well after school hours—almost everyone had to be home by now. Gyuvin’s shoulders sunk to the floor, his heart losing hope for a successful escape. 

The sound of rustling suddenly crept up to his ears as he turned his head to the left. He found the figure of a girl turned away as she moved books and papers around in her locker. Her face was buried into the nook of the locker, paying no attention to the world around her. Her surroundings, baren and quiet. Gyuvin envied her a little; she looked like she was having a peaceful day. 

Another glance at the locker girl and a lightbulb bounces from Gyuvin’s brunette head. The locker girl was none other than you, Park y/n. According to Gunwook, you were the bossiest class president in your year, and you often stayed late after school for your various class president duties. Ricky dubbed you a tryhard for it. Gyuvin, however, didn’t have much to say on the matter—he’s never had the chance to talk to you.   

Gyuvin found himself staring at you, time standing still. His eyes widen before he sends a swift slap onto his cheek. Yet, that didn’t stop from curiosity bubbling in his chest.

The echoes of steps and faint voices bounce from further down the hall, Gyuvin’s spine freezing in fear almost immediately after, his brain being thrown straight back into reality. Shit. They were back. Gyuvin had to act fast. In a panic, Gyuvin’s eyes landed on your hand, which was dangling nonchalantly against your side as you fiddled with your phone. An idea perked up in his mind, an idea he swatted away instantly. But as the steps grew faster, and his time ran shorter, he knew he had no other choice. 

Gyuvin gulped as he dashed over to you. Guess it’s worth a shot.

So much for your peaceful day.

“Alright, I’ll pick you up at 4, we’ll get something to eat, then we’ll head to the concert venue.” Your best friend, Matthew listed out; his voice muffled by the crunch of cornchips. His thumb swiped over his phone, his other hand tossing more chips into his mouth. You sat across from him on your living room floor, your frame buzzing with excitement as the two of you planned your most anticipated weekend yet. Your favourite artist was holding a concert in your city and you needed to go; your life depended on it. 

Cheerfully, you nod at Matthew’s rundown of your weekend plans, a grin plastered on your face. A grin that would disappear. The cause? Matthew's snoopy ass. 

“We’ll figure out the rest later—tell me more about that hand holding guy!”

Right. That was another reason for your best friend’s visit; for him to probe you for answers regarding the weirdo, Kim Gyuvin. You only sighed. You only graced him an ominous text about it last night before you went to bed, it was only fair. You took one last swing of your soda.

“He was running away from some girls. Apparently, they can’t get the hint when he tells them he's not interested.” You wave your hand nonchalantly when images suddenly pop into your mind. The image of Gyuvin bowing down like a dork, his puppy dog eyes full of determination. The image of Gyuvin’s cheeky smile—a smile that was plastered onto his face for the entire 10 minute interaction. Your brain lingered on that image for a little while, though you weren’t fully sure as to why. 

“Oh, and get this,” You finally continued, waving those weird thoughts away. “The guy asked if I could be his fake girlfriend. Like—what?”

“What, really?” Matthew erupted into a fit of giggles, his figure folding up into a ball and rolling around like some unbalanced egg. “That’s so stupid. Did he even tell you his name?”

You nipped at your lip. “Yeah. Gyuvin.”

Matthew choked on his chips, his eyes spilling from their sockets. You stood still, frozen as curiosity took over your frame. Did you say something wrong?

“Wait. Kim Gyuvin?”

“Yeah?” You furrowed your brows. “Does that matter?"

Matthew scoffed. "He's only one of the most popular guys at school? How did you not know this?"

You only shrug. Being class president didn’t leave much room for a social life. This was no exception. Matthew ran a hand through his hair, his jaw grazing the floor in awe. You, meanwhile, only brought your soda can to your lips, nibbling at the metal as you thought back to the puppy boy. The way he fumbled and stuttered on his words, the way he so desperately ran away from his supposed fans. This guy was supposed to be your school’s hotshot pretty boy? Nah. That was impossible. 

Matthew leaned back onto the couch, a mischievous grin stretched across his face. “Go for it.” 

You choked. “What? No!” You swat the air, huffing a sigh. “I’m way too busy for something that silly. Besides, it sounds like he’s got a whole roster of girls to choose from. He doesn’t need me.”

“I dunno, sounds like he does. No one just asks a question like that,” Matthew shrugs. You wince, memories from that afternoon with Gyuvin popping into your brain; your cruel rejection in particular lingering well past its welcome.  

“Maybe it’ll be fun for you, too! Your social life needs some work—OW.” Your palm smacked his shoulder. Deserved. 

“I don’t need a fake boyfriend for that, I have you.”

“Yeah. Your only friend. I can’t hang out all the time!”

“Whatever,” You swat the air again, not putting much thought into Matthew’s words as you dug your hands into a newly opened bag of chips. Matthew was just being delusional anyways. There was no point in listening to him. 

There’s no way you’d give Kim Gyuvin the light of day.

Luck wasn’t on your side this particular afternoon.

It started with the bipolar weather of your city. Blue skies of the afternoon quickly shrivelled up into thunderous grey clouds, and soon later, showers of rain drenched the outside. Luckily enough, your student council meeting had just ended, meaning you’d be trapped in the pouring rain. Without an umbrella. Yay. 

You pushed through your school doors, being immediately greeted with harsh rain as you took your first steps outside. You tried to salvage your face, at least. Pressing your hand against your forehead in a makeshift visor; but it was no use. Your makeup had practically washed off of your face, like a tiny floatie amidst a grand wave. You only nipped at your lip, the rest of the trek to your bus stop becoming a cold, shivering blur. As you finally approach the barren bench and bus stop pole, you pull your phone out, only to be met with another devastating piece of news. 

32 minutes. The next bus was 32 minutes late. Your heart sank into the drenched sidewalk.

A sigh escapes your lips as you look up at the droplets before you, the splotches of gloomy clouds crowning over your once innocent sky. You didn’t even have the energy to complain, it was no use. As much as you wanted it to, whining wouldn’t make the bus get here faster, or miraculously send a ride your way to get you away from this mess. And so, you stood your ground, convincing yourself that everything was fine.

Happy thoughts. Like the warm shower you could take the moment you arrive home, or the concert outfit you could plan even though the concert was still weeks away. Yeah. Just think happy thoughts, y/n. 

Your phone buzzed against your palm, your eyes scanning through the numerous water beads cascading off the glass.

raerae! [6:49 pm] GIRL I'M SO SORRY MY PARENTS JUST GROUNDED ME

raerae! [6:49 pm] I CAN’T FUCKING GO TO THE CONCERT

Your heart shattered. No. This can’t be happening. You and Matthew; that's how it was supposed to be. You couldn’t just go alone! Who else were you supposed to go to the concert with? Frantically, your thumbs swipe up the screen, summoning the phone keyboard. 

y/n [6:50pm] WHAT

raerae! [6:50 pm] I KNOW 

raerae! [6:51 pm] I stayed out past curfew like ONCE

y/n [6:51pm] is there really no way to change their minds?? 

y/n [6:52pm] like chores?? 

raerae! [6:54 pm] no :(( I already tried everything

raerae! [6:54 pm] just go without me 

You nipped at your lips. You doubted being able to go, yourself. Your parent’s hand one stipulation when allowing you to go to the concert. You needed a ride. Neither one of your parents were available, nor did they want you on a 2 hour bus ride to the other side of town. Matthew was your only option, and now he’s gone. Your heart beats rapidly beneath your chest. What were you going to do? 

“y/n?” 

The voice shook you to reality. You could tell the voice was yelling, attempting to overpower the crashing rain and its new friends; thunder and lightning. Your eyes move to follow the voice, your poor pupils meeting with a strong beam of light. You wince, using your arm to shield the light. A car sat in front of you, oddly enough. A car you didn’t quite recognize. Though the owner of the car would supposedly beg to differ. You bent down to get a better few of this mystery owner. 

You choke. 

It was Kim Gyuvin. 

You glance around before taking a step closer. “What are you doing here?”

“What?”

“I said; What are you doing here?” Your voice grew louder at the end. 

“Oh,” He picks at the nape of his neck. “I was driving by when I saw you. Who takes the bus in this weather?”

Your eyes fall to the ground; your soaked shoes. “Nobody could pick me up.”

The blanket of your silence was overwhelmed by the rapid taps of the rain droplet hitting against Gyuvin’s windshield. 

“Do you want a ride?”

Your eyes widen, spilling from their sockets. Was he being serious? Kim Gyuvin, the man who you knew for about 48 hours in total, just offered you a ride in his car. Was he insane? Between this and his little hand-holding habit, you were starting to get the impression that personal space was not in this man’s vocabulary. 

“What? No tha—”

A sudden strike of lightning flashes down near you, the earth below rumbling and jolting in fear. You clearly did the same, yelping out a shriek as you almost lost your own balance. Fear shot down your spine faster than the lightning strike you had just witnessed. Your eyes bounce back to Gyuvin’s car. Fuck it.

“Alright, fine.”

Cold. Your clothes were cold against your skin as you leaned back in Gyuvin’s passenger seat. The seatbelt pushed the wet fabric into your skin further, making you shiver at each movement. Your fingers fumbled with the straps of your bag, eyes boring into the neon green light of his car radio. Gyuvin’s eyes darted to you, overflowing with unease. “Music?”

“Uh, it’s fine.” Your eyes wandered to the crashing raindrops outside; the sky painted a deep navy blue. Your eyes followed each streetlight that flew by your view, desperate for a distraction. 

The two of you were drowning in awkward silence, nothing but the rumbles of thunder booming in your ears. You were suffocating. What else were you supposed to do? You didn’t exactly know what to say to the boy who asked you to be his fake girlfriend. You tapped your fingers against the nylon of your school bag. 

“Those girls from the other day,” Gyuvin’s voice suddenly peaked, his thumbs drumming against his steering wheel. “They hadn’t approached me at all, today. That fake relationship thing really worked.”

You only nod. Did people really think you were a couple?

The thought makes your stomach feel funny.

“Is it really that bad?” You looked over to him. 

Gyuvin huffed a sigh, his cheeks puffing up with air. “It happens almost every day. It drives me crazy.”

You gulp, Gyuvin’s response rendering you speechless. The most popular guy at school hated being popular. Ironic. Guilt clung onto your chest again. You had to admit; you felt bad for the guy. Having people chase you down the halls on a daily basis wasn’t an easy feat. And yet, he chose to stay popular. You couldn’t help but wonder why.  

Maybe you were a little curious when it came to the school’s pretty boy. 

You choke. What an absurd thought.                              

At that moment, intrusive thoughts flooded your brain. Thoughts of Matthew and the concert; thoughts of waiting for the bus on cruel, rainy days; the fact that this was the fastest you’ve ever gotten home after a student president meeting. You took note of the heater effortlessly thawing your frozen body, the shield of the windows protecting you from the crashing rain. 

Eventually, Gyuvin pulls into your driveway. He sets his car into park, fidgeting with the buttons to unlock the car doors. Your eyes met Gyuvin’s, which were already staring back at you. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Wait!” You began without thinking. Gyuvin’s brows furrowed together, confused.

“I'll do it. I’ll be your fake girlfriend.”

Gyuvin’s eyes split from their sockets. He leaned forward in shock. Maybe a little excitement, too. “What?”

“But,” You lifted a finger to the sky. With the way he stared back at you, you were convinced Gyuvin forgot to breathe. You continued. “I’ll only do it if you do something for me in return, got it?”

“Yeah, anything!” Gyuvin’s heart began racing.

“Drive me everywhere.”

Drive me everywhere.

Your voice replayed in Kim Gyuvin’s head. It replayed during the lacklustre lectures of his biology class; during the repetitive drills of his basketball practice warm ups. It was odd. The presence of you in his mind made his boring day a little less boring. 

As baffling as your demand was, Gyuvin couldn’t help but accept. In exchange for a fake relationship that would drive away the fangirls he had to deal with on a daily basis, Gyuvin would drive you to and from school everyday, as well as wherever else you wanted to go. It’s a win-win situation; a way to finally escape the horrors of those obsessive fangirls. A way to finally be at peace. Besides, he always felt a little bad watching you bus home everyday.

Gyuvin’s chest bubbled up with excitement. He wasn’t quite sure why. 

“No hugging? Really?”

The two of you sat in Gyuvin’s car, scribbling down what you both thought were important ground rules to have for this peculiar fake relationship. You’ve only agreed on three so far.

Kim Gyuvin drives Park y/n to and from school

Kim Gyuvin takes Park y/n to concert

Park y/n scares creepy fangirls away >:))

You grumble. It clearly didn’t dawn on you how much of a headache this would give you. Gyuvin leaned back on the driver’s seat, exasperated. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, his brow’s furrowing at your seeming outlandish claim. You only nibbled at your lip; unsure of what exactly was so wrong with what you said. “Yeah. No hugging. Or touching, for that matter.”

“How would anyone believe us if I can’t hug you?” Gyuvin throws his hands in the air like a big baby. 

“I dunno? I’m just not a touchy person—It’s not a big deal.” You shrug, swatting away his concerns. Gyuvin springs up from his laid back stance, snatching the notebook away from your unassuming hands. You stay stunned, brows furrowing at what he was doing. You watch as he scribbles profusely before facing the journal your way the minute he finishes. 

Kim Gyuvin and Park y/n MUST hold hands (to avoid suspicion!)

The notebook drops onto your lap as you gaze back at Gyuvin, an unamused stare lining your face. “Really?”

“What? Holding hands isn’t that bad!” Gyuvin grins. “It’s not like we haven’t done it, either.”

Heat creeps up to your cheek. His remark earns a punch to his shoulder.

“Are you obsessed with my hands or something?” You scowl. 

This time, it was Gyuvin’s turn to grow absolutely flustered. His cheeks grew into a deep red, the wash of colour spreading all the way to the shell of his ear. He coughed out a lump from his throat as picked at the nape of his neck. “What? No—shut up!”

Gyuvin gulped, slightly turning away from you. “It’s a nice middle ground.”

You sigh, your shoulders sinking into the plush of his passenger seat. “Fine.”

You never thought you’d be spending your Wednesday afternoon eating ice cream atop the trunk of Kim Gyuvin’s car. 

It happened seemingly out of nowhere. One minute, you were sitting peacefully in the passenger’s seat. Your mind wanders absently as you hum along to the faint radio emitting from Gyuvin’s crummy speakers. Your windows rolled down halfway; just enough for the wind to graze against your face, to refresh your skin.

The next minute? Kim Gyuvin gasps at a sight on the road. With the way his eyes spilled out of their sockets, his jaw grazing his lap, and his finger jutting out before him, you would think there was a bear on the road, or something. Gyuvin begins to literally howl at the sight, his figure bouncing in his seat like a kid with candy. You finally look over to what the puppy boy was currently losing his mind over. 

It was an ice cream stand. On the side of the road. It wasn’t candy, but it was close enough. You rolled your eyes. 

“Wanna get ice cream?” Gyuvin’s puppy eyes glimmered with whimsy and wonder; you were at a loss for words. You picked at your lips, eyes avoiding his. “I dunno. I gotta be home soon—”

“But these ice cream stands always change locations—and their stuff’s the best!” You felt the car slowly move to the side of the road before coming to a slow halt. There was no point in arguing now. Gyuvin shifted the car in park. “We’ll be quick, I promise!”

You glanced up at Gyuvin’s eyes once more. They bore into you, glistening in a way that made your heart melt. Damnit. 

“Alright, fine.”

“YAYYY THANK YOUUU!” Gyuvin yelped at the top of his lungs as he sprung out of the car. He didn’t forget to dash to your side of the car, opening your door for you before practically skipping his way to the ice cream stand. 

You sat on the roof of his car’s trunk, your knees tucked up against your chest as your arms hugged them close. Your fingers loosely latch onto your cone of chocolate ice cream, the frosty exterior stopping you from holding onto the cone with a firm grip. Gyuvin sat beside you, leaning back with his legs sprawled over the trunk’s surface. He brought his mango-flavoured cone up to his lips, about to take his first bite before latching his attention onto you. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”

You gazed up at him. “Yeah, yeah. I will.”

It was peculiar; the way you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He didn’t look different in a physical sense; same hazelnut hair, same basketball team jacket hugging his frame, same broad shoulders and tall physique. Yet, something was off. 

Kim Gyuvin was supposed to be the campus pretty boy. This elusive celebrity of the high school hallway. Completely untouchable to the masses. This Kim Gyuvin, however, was nothing of the sort. He was bubbly and bright. He was clumsy and jumpy. His energy worked overtime, it almost amazed you. He didn’t seem unattainable at all.

It was almost cute. 

You choke. What were you thinking? Kim Gyuvin wasn’t cute. Were you crazy?

“y/n!” The touch of a finger poking against your cheek pushed you back to reality. Your eyes once again met Gyuvin’s, now with a mad expression lining his face. “Hurry up and eat—I was waiting for you!”

You finally lick your ice cream cone, stupefied by the creamy consistency and perfectly sweet flavour. The treat melted in your mouth; it was addicting. You couldn’t stop eating it. In your peripheral vision you watched as Gyuvin watched you, a proud grin lining his face. “So? What do you think?”

“...Yummy,” You mutter in between bites. Gyuvin only chuckles. You watch as his puppy eyes fold into crescent moons and your heart melts faster than the ice cream in your hands. With his free hand, Gyuvin pokes out his index finger before lightly tapping the tip of your nose. 

“You’re so cute, y/n.”

Your heart performed backflips at his words. Maybe you were starting to prefer this bubbly Kim Gyuvin. 

Sweat beaded off your forehead. Nervousness drilled through your skin. 

The reason? Kim Gyuvin, who was currently standing outside of your classroom door. 

You knew that today was your first “official” day of the scheme. Hell, you planned the whole scheme out last night on call. Nevertheless, fear shot down your spine. You’ve seen Gyuvin’s fangirls first hand—you knew they wouldn’t handle this new relationship lightly. You weren’t sure if you’d make it out of today alive.  

Worst of all? It seems Gyuvin was actually enjoying this. 

Gyuvin’s shoulder leaned against the door frame as students funnelled through the narrow exit. Girls glance up in shock, whispering to their friends at the sight of the infamous Kim Gyuvin waiting for someone at the door. Waiting for someone that wasn’t them. 

Gyuvin’s eyes finally meet yours, a mischievous grin stretching across his face as waved at you. You glare back at him, looking around for a clear path before stomping over to him. 

“What are you doing here?” You seethed through your teeth, jutting a finger at his chest. 

Gyuvin only grinned. “I came to visit you before practice, baby!” 

The nickname summoned glares from all around you. You were done for. Your voice got quieter. “Didn’t we agree on meeting in the car? So I don’t, you know, die?” 

“That would take too long,” Gyuvin waved his hand. “I just wanted to see you.” 

Your cheeks flare up at his words. You frantically sweep your hands, gesturing to him to leave. “Well, you see me now, right? So shoo! Before more people kill me with their eyes.” 

“Alright, alright,” Gyuvin dragged on his words before his fingers laced in between yours. You jolt, most definitely not ready for the stupid stunt he was about to pull. 

Suddenly, Gyuvin gently cupped your hand in his, his thumb softly swiping against your skin as he lifted your hand up to his lips. Air stops right before it reaches your windpipe; you couldn’t breathe. Your heartbeat surged with energy as your eyes widened. He looks back at you one last time before grazing his lips against the heated, flushed surface of your skin. What was Kim Gyuvin thinking?

“Wish me luck at practice, love!”

You choked. Red paint smeared on your back, drawing out the image of a target. The stares of every girl in your homeroom burned through your skin. You glanced up at Gyuvin, a mischievous grin now sweeping across his face. A grin that calms you down in seconds. Odd, considering it's the same grin which sent your heart through turbulence just minutes before.

Maybe Kim Gyuvin is an idiot. 

Maybe he took it a little too far with that stunt he pulled. 

He couldn’t help it, though. He saw it in a movie once, and always wanted to try it out. Besides, your reaction was priceless. The way your eyes shoot out of their sockets, your jaw hanging to the floor. 

The way your cheeks flared up in minutes, like a milk bun in a toaster preheated way too high. The way you nibbled on your knuckle from your stress. The way your eyes glistened beneath the school’s building lights as you shot him a deathly glare. He could have sworn you carried a galaxy within them. 

Gyuvin couldn’t ignore how small your hand was compared to his, either. 

Soon enough, Gyuvin’s heart was pounding through his chest. Images of you clouded his vision. 

Gosh, you’re adorable. 

Gyuvin practically skipped on his way to practise.

Your stomps of fury echoed throughout the hallway leading up to your school's gym. The impact earned concerned stares from the students passing by, but you didn’t pay them any mind. You were laser-focused on one thing; getting answers from Kim Gyuvin. That cheeky asshole. 

What kind of stunt was that? Kissing your hand in front of the sea of fangirls at his disposal? Did he want you to die? With the way your heart was racing, you felt as though you were going to die anyway. You just chalked it up to your rage.

It couldn’t explain the way your cheeks ignited in flames, though.

Your frame burst through the gymnasium doors, the boom bouncing off every surface of the barren room. The facility was practically empty, save for a few students dressed clad in their gym strips and packing their bags to go home for the day. You counted maybe a handful of them standing around, gazing at you like a deer in headlights, but it didn’t matter. You were here for one person, and one person only. 

“Gyuvin!” Your voice leaped out of your chest without thinking. You gulp, watching as Gyuvin’s teammates slowly turn towards you, Gawking at you like some foreign creature of the wild. Gyuvin catches your figure in his gaze shortly after, a small smile hooking onto the corner of his lips. “y/n?”

“I need to talk to you.” Your voice softened this time around. A faux smile lined your lips as you made your way towards him.

“You miss me already?” Gyuvin innocently asked, a not-so-innocent grin smacked across his face. You only rolled his eyes. “Oh shush! What the hell was that stunt you pulled just—”

“Wait! These guys don’t know yet!”Gyuvin suddenly nudged your shoulder gently, interrupting you. Pressing a finger to his lips, he tilted his head towards his friends, his voice hushed. “They think we’re really dating!”

“So?” You crossed your arms, your voice meeting his.

“So, we gotta act like a couple!” Gyuvin’s hand gently traced the outside of your arm, slowly falling until he reached your fingertips. He clung onto your fingers loosely, the act making your heart race. “Remember the deal?”

Suddenly, a cog in your brain switched. All eyes were on you, each student curious what would happen next. All attention; laser focused on you. You weren’t looking for an answer, anymore. You wanted to make Kim Gyuvin pay for what he did; for drowning you in a sea of embarrassment. You wanted revenge. 

He wanted an act? Oh, you were gonna give him one, alright.

“I mean—Of course I missed you, baby!” Your voice sang sweet like honey. As you raise yourself onto your tippy-toes, your face inches closer to him. You watch as Gyuvin’s eyes spill from their sockets and his face plumps pink. He’s stunned to his core; you’ve turned him to stone. Your free hand cups the side of his face. A smirk lined your lips as they graze against Gyuvin’s cheek in a sweet kiss. 

Sweet, sweet revenge. 

You step away from the stunned puppy, clinging onto his fingers. You made sure not to miss the stunned faces of Gyuvin’s teammates, their jaws grazing the floor. And who could forget Gyuvin’s reaction? You certainly couldn’t, with the way his face drowned in red, his hands cupping over his mouth. You send him a flirty wink. “I’ll be in the car. Don’t keep me waiting!”

You skipped your way out of the gym, totally ignoring your racing heartbeat. It was just from the adrenaline, anyway. 

“What happened to Matthew, sweetie?” Your mom tilted her head to the side. 

You picked at your fingers, eyes darting between your socks and the coffee table just paces beside them. “He couldn’t make it tonight. Gyuvin offered to take me instead.”

Currently, you and Gyuvin are sitting on your living room couch, facing your parents. Barely facing, anyways; you have never been more nervous in your life than at this very moment. A gulp pushed through your chest. You weren’t fully sure why the campus pretty boy was currently in your home. You just wanted him to pick you up right before you had to leave for the concert that evening. Instead, he insisted on coming half an hour early to introduce himself to your parents. Was he crazy?

All of this felt so formal. Like it was a real date. It made your stomach swirl in on itself.

As his forehead proceeded to shed bullets, Gyuvin clumsily shot up from his seat, jutting a hand towards your dad. “My name is Kim Gyuvin, sir! I am y/n’s classmate and I happened to—uh—have tickets to the same concert as her—I have no ulterior motives with your daughter sir, we are just friends—” Gyuvin spat out in a rushed, single breath. Your body cringes as you watch from the sidelines. Your father hesitates, his brows furrowing as he takes the hand of the lost puppy. 

“Alright, then. Have her home by 11,” Your dad simply says. 

Gyuvin’s chest puffs up, determination swelling in his cheeks. “Yes, sir!”

You gaze up at him from your seat on the couch. The way his brunette head gleamed beneath your living room lights. You watched as his hands moved from fidgeting with his belt loops, to aggressively brushing through his hair, to clinging behind his back. You watched as his eyes burned with a passion you’ve never seen before. As if he was committed to making the best first impression to your parents. A weird feeling bubbled up your chest. 

You shot up from your seat and b-lined for the kitchen. “I’ll get everyone some water!” 

Escaping to the solitude of your kitchen, you swing open the cabinet door. You reach for the first cup you find before drowning it underneath the faucet water. The white noise of the water pressure flooded your mind. Your weird, weird mind. 

“Is that your new boyfriend?” The voice of your mother popped in your ears, nearly making you spit out your water. 

Boyfriend? Kim Gyuvin? Was your mother crazy?

You took another gulp of water. Your mother was only half wrong, you suppose. You were technically his fake girlfriend. But that wasn’t the same. Still, the thought made your heart race. 

“What? Mom—no!” You quickly brush the thought away. Or try to, anyway. “We’re just friends. It’s not like that.” 

You keep eye-contact with your socks as your mother’s voice peaks up again. “That’s too bad. I like him for you.”

You picked at your lips. Why was your heart beating so fast? “What do you mean?”

“The boy seems sweet. Not many guys your age are willing to drive someone around like that. He seemed so eager to meet us, too—that's rare. Plus, he's handsome!” Your mother sent you a soft smile. “Boys like that are hard to come across.”

Images of Gyuvin rush to your mind. Images you couldn’t swat away easily. With no final words, your mom slips out of the kitchen, leaving you to drown in your thoughts. 

It was odd, to say the least. 

Music was blasting in Gyuvin’s ears. It was blasting so hard, in fact, that Gyuvin could feel the bass ruminate in his chest. And when there wasn’t any music, the screams of fangirls filled in those gaps. Neon lights blared like sirens from the front of the stage; the brightness almost hurting his eyes. He was drowning in a sea of people; fans dedicated to the music of whatever band was playing before him. There were a multitude of distractions in front of him. 

Yet, Kim Gyuvin still had his eyes on you, standing beside him in the crowd.

The way your eyes sparkled the moment the band played your favourite song. The way you threw your arms in the air, dancing to the beat of the music and singing the lyrics with all your heart. The way your smile never failed to brighten up the dim concert hall. It was all Gyuvin could focus on. 

Gyuvin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as his heart beat beneath his chest, overpowering the pressure from the music around him. The heat creeping under his skin could have easily been chalked up to the crowd of people pushing up against his body, but Gyuvin had a feeling that wasn’t it. The culprit was you, taking over every thought he had in his mind. 

What if it wasn’t fake?

You and him. Park y/n and Kim Gyuvin. What if it was real?

Gyuvin’s stomach flipped in on itself. 

He couldn’t help but laugh as a stranger’s shoulder bumped into him, jolting him back to reality. There was no way you’d want to be with him. This was all just one big lie, anyway. Gyuvin was just reaching for the stars. 

Maybe front row tickets weren’t the smartest idea.

As expensive of a purchase as they were, many people were still able to afford them. As a result, you were swimming in a crowd of avid, committed fans—and you could barely float. Don’t be fooled, you loved this rare opportunity to see your favourite band perform live. Nevertheless, standing in this crowd was exhausting. 

Soon enough, the concert had entered its third and final set of the night. But rather than losing their energy, like what was expected to happen at the end of the night, the crowd gained energy. Slowly, the people around you surged with energy; jumping up and down, shoving left and right. Your shoulders roughly crashed against those of your neighbours, but nobody noticed. Everyone was too busy enjoying themselves. 

You, however, weren’t. With each strike against your frame, fear shocked through your body. You felt closed in, trapped. You held your limbs close to your chest, out of fear that you’d hurt yourself. You needed a way out. 

Suddenly, the face of a certain someone appeared in your mind. A certain someone that you couldn't quite find at the moment. 

Where was Gyuvin?

You whip your head around, eyes frantically scanning the blurry, messy crowd. No one resembled the tall puppy boy you grew so familiar with. Your eyes could practically dry out with how hard you worked on them, searching for Gyuvin in a heated frenzy, but he was nowhere to be found. You were enclosed by waves of strangers, not one face looked vaguely familiar to you. Your breaths began to quicken as fear shot down your spine. Your body froze on the spot—a deer in headlights. 

Without warning, the touch of a hand grazed against your wrist. You didn’t have time to react before the hand clung onto you, pulling your figure to your right. Soon later, you crashed onto the tense surface of someone’s chest, their body heat swiftly igniting your own. 

You glance up, your eyes meeting those puppy eyes you know and love. 

Kim Gyuvin looked down at your figure, his gaze overflowing with worry and fear. Your heart finally begins to calm down, your mind finally clearing. You watch as his free hand reaches up to touch you, but it hesitates at the last second. The hand that clung onto yours, however, never dared to let go. 

“Stay close, okay? I don’t wanna lose you.”

You gulped, butterflies fluttering at the pit of your stomach. Only now did you fully register how close you two were. You were snug against his chest, faces just centimetres apart. You gazed up at his figure; the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down, the way his once brunette hair blazed a cool indigo underneath the blaring stage lights. The way that his eyes collected stars as they hung onto you—only you. His breath wisps onto your skin, his shoulders effortlessly caging your frame in his. Your skin suddenly felt hot, flushed. 

There was something different about Gyuvin, tonight. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

You didn’t know what came over you, or what monster had possessed you just now, but you found yourself resting your head on Gyuvin’s chest for the rest of the concert. It felt safe there; a part of you never wanted to leave. 

“Thank you,” your voice didn’t reach past a whisper.

10:48pm. The sun retired beneath the sky. Stars peeked through the ebony fabric. The small glimmers of light you did see were in the form of streetlamps, quickly passing you as Gyuvin drove you home. 

It was night-time. It was dangerously close to your curfew. Yet you didn’t want to leave. 

Gyuvin’s car came to a soft halt as he drove into your driveway. He brought you home right before the hour of your curfew hits, like the gentleman he was. It made your stomach flip in on itself; made your head spiral in directions you didn’t deem possible before. What was Kim Gyuvin doing to you?

The air was tense, quiet. Neither of you spoke as you exited the car, the light outside your house cascading over your figures like liquid gold. You watched as Gyuvin’s eyes grazed through the gravel of your driveway; the leaves of your front yard hedge—but never on you. Though you did the same, it still made your heart sink a little. Was this really the end of the night?

“Hey,” Your voice peaked beneath the silence. “Thanks—for tonight.”

Finally, his eyes land on you. His hand reached up to cling on the nape of his neck. “I mean, you made me come here.”

“Hey! You started this, you know.” You roll your eyes to the stars above, crossing your arms and leaning back on the side of Gyuvin’s car.

Gyuvin’s eyes stayed on you as his figure inched closer. He shoved his hands in his pockets, the cool air condensing his breath into puffs of air every exhale he takes.  You felt your heart race beneath your chest again, forgetting to breathe, yourself, as Gyuvin rests a hip beside you. His eyes folded up into crescent moons. 

“And I don’t regret a thing.” His voice was soft, fragile. It made your heart leap.

It was as if the space around had faded away, leaving only you and Kim Gyuvin in its wake. This world was yours and yours alone. You felt your body shifting closer and closer to Gyuvin’s frame. Your figure slowly encases itself in his warmth; his body heat. Your eyes darted back and forth between your shoes and Gyuvin’s eyes. Butterflies bombarded your stomach. 

You thought back to your mother’s words from earlier that night. 

What if everything was real? What if you had something more?

Adrenaline shot through your chest. It was an absurd thought. But, you clearly weren’t thinking straight.

Your eyes latch onto Gyuvin’s lips. Your hands fiddled with the hem of your jacket. You took note of Gyuvin’s arm, reaching out to you before hesitating, eventually leaning on the roof of his car. His eyes lured yours in, holding them hostage as your hands developed a mind of their own; resting atop of Gyuvin’s shoulders. With your heart springing from your chest, your bodies move closer. Gyuvin’s palm slides up against your cheek as your eyes flutter shut. You felt the puffs of his warm breath graze against your skin. Sure, maybe you weren’t thinking straight. You haven’t been since the concert, but for once, you haven’t felt more sure about anything in your life. 

“y/n?”

The voice of your father jolts the two of you back to reality. You jump back, a wall of awkward space slicing through you. Your head darts over to your house’s front door, where you found your dad in his sleep robe and pyjama bottoms, leaning against the door frame. “What are you doing out here? It’s late. Get inside.”

You and Gyuvin simultaneously cleared your throats, your eyes dodging each other as you scramble to collect yourselves. You and Gyuvin said your hesitant goodbyes as you trekked into your home. 

Gosh, you’re so stupid.

Kim Gyuvin couldn’t move out of your driveway. His figure was frozen, immobile as he sat in the driver’s seat. His hands hung loosely around the stagnant steering wheel as his mind ran in circles. 

Kim Gyuvin is an idiot.

He was rash and reckless; a complete fool. He should’ve known better than to try and kiss you. He knew this relationship—this fake relationship, was nothing but a complex business venture. He knew that no real feelings were supposed to mix in this cauldron of lies. Things would turn messy if they did. You two had a simple deal; he would drive you around, while you drove away those crazy fangirls he had seemed to forget about. 

He also knew that none of that seemed to matter anymore. The more time he spent with you, the more he focused on you. You had his heart on lockdown; and he didn’t mind it one bit. 

He also knew that you could feel it, too. The way you leaned into him, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, pulling him in. The way you gazed up at him, your eyes glimmering golden from the streetlights above. Maybe it was too early to tell, but the excitement was already buzzing through his chest.

Maybe he had a chance. 

There was only one way he could find out. 

Sitting up straight, Gyuvin shifted his car in reverse before slowly backing out of your driveway. He opted to wait for another day, seeing how late it was in the evening. But that didn’t stop the adrenaline from coursing through his body. 

Kim Gyuvin is an idiot.

An idiot who has fallen for you.

“You almost WHAT?” Matthew’s voice jumped out of your phone like a fish out of water. You dug your head in your hands, a million different emotions rushing through your mind. You spun around in your desk chair, getting dizzy as you stared up at the ceiling. It didn’t matter though; your mind was already spinning. Spinning with thoughts of Kim Gyuvin. 

“We almost kissed.” You muttered, your head sinking onto the surface of your desk. “When he dropped me off yesterday. We just started talking outside his car. One thing led to another and—God, I wanna die.”

A series of incoherent mumbles erupted from Matthew’s line. “What stopped you? Why didn’t you just kiss him?”

“My dad caught us outside.” You groan, your fingers digging into your temples. “Besides, I was just being stupid. I shouldn’t have tried to kiss him.”

Matthew finally calmed down. You could hear him munching on a snack through the phone. “Why’s that?”

Wasn’t it obvious? You weren’t supposed to be with Kim Gyuvin. This relationship was supposed to be fake; a strict business plan. You had no real chance with Kim Gyuvin—he was the campus pretty boy, after all. You huff a sigh from your chest. 

“I can’t be with him. Everything we had—it’s all fake. A fake relationship so he could get away from those crazy fangirls, and I could stop taking the bus in the rain. We can’t just—”

“Do you like him?”

Matthew’s words cut through yours like a knife. You choke. Stubbornly, your mind ventures out to images of Gyuvin Images of Gyuvin’s puppy dog eyes—those very same eyes that would fold up into heart-wrenching crescent moons every time he smiled. You thought about his touchy tendencies and the ways he made your heart race. From booping your nose to kissing the back of your hand. You thought about how you first met; how he clung onto your hand for dear life. How you thought it was weird then, but now you didn’t seem to mind. No one seemed to make your heart flutter the same way Kim Gyuvin did. 

“Yeah.” You heard yourself answer without much thought. Heat creeped up to your cheeks.

“Then none of that matters!”

Your stomach flips in on itself. Matthew was right. You liked Kim Gyuvin; and you weren’t going to let anything get in your way. 

“I’ll call you back, Matthew.” You quickly swipe at your phone.

“GO GET YOUR MANS—” Matthew’s voice peaked through the mic before you hastily ended the call. 

You were more than disarrayed when it came to getting ready to leave the house. A haphazardly draped sweater hung over your figure. You didn’t bother to change out of your pyjama shorts as you slid on your house slippers. You weren’t fully sure if they were matching, either; you didn’t have the time to care. With your stare blazing with determination, you only cared about one thing; making your way to Kim Gyuvin. 

With more strength than you anticipated you swing your front door open, immediately greeting the harsh welcome of the afternoon sunlight and crisp breeze. After wincing at the light, you look up.

You choke. 

It wasn’t just the weather that greeted you with an extra shock factor this afternoon. With a rose in one hand, and his other hand balled up into a fist in the air—you assumed he was about to knock on your door—a figure stood before you. His puppy dog eyes stared back at you with determination as your heart performed backflips beneath your chest. 

Kim Gyuvin was already there; at your front door, waiting for you. 

“Gyuvin?!” You jolt, stepping out of the house and sealing the front door behind you shut. Kim Gyuvin towered over you, his tall frame shielding you from the blaring afternoon sun. But the warmth on your face stayed, all the same. You gulp, immediately aware of your less than tasteful current appearance. You swipe at your hair, taming any potential fly aways before fiddling with the handle of your zipper. You winced in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”

Gyuvin nervously scans his surroundings before looking down at the rose in his hand. He pushes it forward; towards you. 

“I, um—I thought of you.”

Your heart simultaneously surged with energy and melted into a puddle; were you having a heart attack? Your fingers grazed the rose, your chest buzzing with a feeling you couldn’t explain. You part your lips to say something, but it seems Gyuvin wasn’t finished. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, actually. Ever since I met you and randomly held your hand, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You gulp. “Gyuvin—”

The puppy boy gazed down at his shoes, the shell of his ear turning pink. “Maybe this is selfish, but I don’t like having to use some weird, intricate plan to spend time with you. I wanna drive you around, but not just because it’s a rule we discussed on a piece of paper. Everything in me is telling me that I need to be with you. Like—really be with you.”

“Gyuvin—” 

“I know you probably don’t wanna hear this. I just wanted to get it off my chest. I  guess I should’ve planned this out more, sorry about that—”

“Gyuvin!” You watched as the puppy boy jumped, his eyes collecting stars in broad daylight; it amazed you. 

Gosh, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

It all happened in mere seconds. Your heart danced beneath your chest as it heaved with energy. You were a balloon seconds before popping. Your limbs gained rebellious minds of their own, your legs inching closer to Gyuvin’s frame as your arms reached out to cling onto his jacket. Gyuvin only gazes back at you, his figure not daring to step away from you as he lets you pull him closer. A thread of space hung in the balance of your faces. With your mind splitting in different directions, and your heart finally leading your body, you squeeze your eyes shut; 

Capturing your lips in his. 

Candy. Kim Gyuvin tasted like candy as your lips melted into his. Slowly but surely, your figures began to move. Gyuvin’s touch was soft, fragile. His arm gently snakes around the small of your waist as the other supports your head by the palm. Your hands slip on either side of Gyuvin’s face, pulling him closer. He was snug against your frame—so close that he could feel the butterflies erupting from the pit of your swirling stomach. So close that he could touch the heart that was beating rapidly. Rapidly for him. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t dare to let him go. 

Your lips hesitantly pluck apart, both of you torn between reaching out for another kiss and taking a much needed deep breath. Your chest heaves as you glance up at him, your face drenched in flustered heat. Kim Gyuvin wasn’t any better, with his face smeared in red blush. It was gut-wrenchingly adorable. You gulp, still breathless. 

“I wanna be with you, too.”

Gyuvin only gapes at you, completely stunned as you continue. “From the moment I met you, you never failed to amaze me. Everything with you has been so spontaneous and fun—it’s all so new to me. But I don’t hate it. I wanna experience more with you, Gyuvin. I wanna be with you—for real, this time.”

The silence, accompanied by the squawks of the birds in the sky, drops you into reality as your skin runs hot from embarrassment. Gyuvin only gulps, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly. His eyes gaze into yours, practically forming into hearts as he pulls you close. 

“God—I like you so much, y/n” Gyuvin’s chest buzzed with excitement as he peppered small kisses all over your face. Your heated, flushed face. You reach up to play with his brunette hair, a smile staining your cheeks. 

“I like you more, dummy.”

Kim Gyuvin leaned against the doorframe of your classroom. 

You skipped your way over to your boyfriend as the clamour of students packed up their belongings for the day. Eyes of every girl in your class darted towards you and Kim Gyuvin. It was the school’s latest hot topic; the campus pretty boy and the stingy class president—a match made in heaven.

It was as if your bodies were made for one another; the way you folded into each other’s arms with immense ease. Gyuvin’s arm snaked around your waist as you clung onto the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. 

“You got practice?” You ask after pulling away. 

“Yeah.” Gyuvin huffed. “Just wanted to see you!”

“You’ll be late, Gyuvin.” You cross your arms, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re not just trying to stall and eventually skip, are you?”

Gyuvin only dragged on a long, indecisive hum before you sent a fist to his shoulder. “Go to practice!”

“Okay, fine!” Gyuvin bends down and places a quick peck on your cheek. Even as your boyfriend, Gyuvin never failed to make your heart flutter. “I’ll see you later, baby!”

As you retired back to your desk to retrieve your things, you felt the stares of various fangirls burning through you. But they didn’t matter. Unfortunately for them; you had Kim Gyuvin’s heart on lockdown, and you wouldn’t have it any other way!

[jeonmagines]

fated destiny.. zhang hao

synopsis: wherein zhanghao and you are both striving to become musicians in the industry, though one slowly gets dejected after certain events.

setting: non-idol zh, violinist zh and oc, a little aged up zh

pairing: zhang hao x oc (y/n / gn reader)

genre / theme: angst, just PURE angst

trope: midnight rain

warnings: none, just non-beta

word count: 5.3k

a/n: to my angst lovers, this is for you. 🖤

You sigh, happily. “You really think so?” 

Zhanghao nods, “Yep, I do.” He takes out his hand from his pocket and envelopes yours with his. 

He loved complimenting you whenever something fit your taste or standards for yourself. This time, Zhanghao told you how you did so well during your monthly recitals.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Holding hands?” You laugh, letting him hold your hand nevertheless.

He simply hums as you both walk through the park, the night sky accompanying you two. 

Zhanghao and You were 3 years into your relationship. You both met when you were 18, now 21. 

more under the cut. 🖤

“Y/N, you’ll be partnered with Zhanghao today. Hao-yah, raise your hand.” The teacher assigns your partner, you notice that he raises his hand for you to see.

You turned your head and there he was, Zhanghao. He was seated on the farthest piano.

You stood up and walked towards your said partner, “Hey.” You say as you sit down beside him.

Zhanghao raised his head to look at you, he simply smiled and did his own thing. 

Well, that’s nice for a first meeting, You thought.

Brushing it off, You busy yourself. You grabbed your iPad to browse through your pending song patterns.

You attempted to put bits and pieces of notes together, trying to complete the unfinished melody. A quick hand covers the screen from your vision, You glance at Zhanghao as his fingers fumble around with your iPad. 

He nudges his chin towards the device, making your attention pan over to your iPad. 

Your nimble fingers play the notes on the piano, trying the new melody out. Surprisingly, it’s like magic just flowed through the music notes, making your unfinished piece be completed within a span of 3 minutes. 

Contented with what you heard, you grinned while playing the last few notes you played. 

“Thank you.” You genuinely thank Zhanghao, smiling at him. 

“What for? That was nothing.” Zhanghao says, scratching his nape. 

“Still! You don’t know how much I struggled to finish that.” You say.

“Well, it just came to mind,” Zhanghao says while busying himself, clearly shy. 

You don’t reply, instead, you watch him as he writes down notes for his piece. 

And that’s how you and Zhanghao met. After hours and days of rehearsing together, it was difficult to get around without each other. 

Even if the recitals were over, you and Hao always saw each other to seemingly bond over things you both had in common. 

Turns out, he was just like you. Zhanghao wanted to excel in the music industry, he had been studying music practically since primary school.

While you ventured out into the world of music when you were in your early teens, finding solace in music. 

Now 24, the two of you have been happily together for 2 years now. You both lived together for a year and you now occasionally participated in competitions whilst Hao had competitions flying in here and there. 

“Lovie? Do I look okay?” Hao called you from your walk-in closet, fumbling around with his clothes for tonight’s performance.

You head towards the walk-in closet, you saw Hao standing in front of the mirror with a visible pout on his face. You went behind him, hugging him from behind. Your chin was placed behind his right shoulder, voice muffled when you spoke.

“Bubba, you look more than okay. 英俊的.” handsome. You say to him, kissing his shoulder.

He visibly smiles and blushes at your words, Hao hides his face behind his hands, one veiny and one dainty. “Stoph thaaaat.” Hao whined before he turned around to face you, “Do you really not want to come? I can bring you anyway.”  He says to you, no longer hiding behind his hands.

You nod, “That’s your event, bubba. I’m fine here. And besides, I have my own practices to tend to.”

Hao poutily nods, “I wish you could come though..” he says while embracing you. Smiling while embracing him back, “I’m sure I could come to your other performances, bubba.”

“You will, I’ll personally carry and bring you there.” Hao jokingly says, pulling away from your hug. 

Staring at each other, you both raise your brows at each other at the same time, both laughing.

You shake your head before looking over at the wall clock, “You’ll be late, bubba. You should head out.”

He too looks at the clock before turning around to fetch the violin case, Hao cups your cheek with a hand before leaning in to kiss you softly.

It’s the lingering kiss you two always share whenever one has plans, usually whenever Hao has performances to tend to.

Licking your bottom lip, Hao finally pulls away first, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “Don’t ruin my makeup like that, lovie. I might stay.” He warns you. 

You lightly push him away from you, making him walk backward and stumble out of the room. “Just go, bubba. I’ll be here anyway.” You laugh as you see a pouty Hao with his violin.

You shoo him away, opening the front door behind him. “Shoo shoo shoo, now you’ll really be late.” You say to him, watching Hao as he presses the elevator button.

“I don’t want to go nowww.” Hao whines, foot stomping before pointing at his lips. 

“Kiss.” He says.

Rolling your eyes, you walk towards him and wrap your arms around his neck. You rake over his features first before pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Both your lips fit snugly against each other.

While you lightly kissed him, the elevator dings, a signal for either of you to pull away. 

Hao doesn’t want to, still drunk in your kisses. You slowly made out with him a little more before you bit his lower lip, Hao whining against your lips. You finally pull away, wiping Hao’s lips for him, his tinted balm now gone.

“Now go.” You laugh, pressing the button once more, and the elevator doors open.

Hao pouts again while walking in the elevator, he places the violin case on the ground before blowing you a kiss. You catch it, placing the flying kiss on your chest.

“You owe me a kiss later, lovie— I love you!” Hao hurriedly says before the doors closed, waving at you. 

“Ok— I love you too!” You wave to him, watching as the doors close. Seeing that the elevator had headed down, you walked back into the apartment.

You settled down on the living room couch, staring at your violin that was displayed in the corner of the room. Honestly speaking, you lied to Hao about handling your future performances.

Nobody has been hiring or inviting you to play for them, it always has been someone else who’s better than you. You were happy for your co-violinists, of course, but you couldn’t help but feel envious.

It had been a year and a half since you stopped getting gigs, simply watching Hao get invitation after invitation. You were proud of him, nonetheless. He was slowly living the dream you both had. The dream you both wanted to pursue. But in the long run, only Hao was eligible to do so.

You loved watching him on the sidelines, you loved seeing Hao be happy whenever he prepared for them. But then again, a part of you always ached. That’s why you never wanted to come with to his events. 

Reaching for your laptop, you switched it on only to re-edit and post your posters about hiring a female violinist for events.

Every now and then, you’d check your inbox if you received even a simple inquiry but to your avail, there was nothing. 

Several months later, you were stuck in the same routine. Hao had now become a rookie violinist who had recently released his own piece. Since it was the start of his career, you had to come to his first few performances, you wanted to be a part of his journey.

The final notes of the piece ended, and the lights dimmed out, covering Hao in pure darkness before he walked off the stage. Even from backstage, the two of you could hear the applause of the crowd.

Hao had handed his violin over to his manager before he walked briskly towards you, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“Lovie! Did you see me? Oh my god, I might cryyyy!” Hao exclaimed from your embrace, hugging you tightly. You too, embraced him back. One arm of yours was wrapped around his waist while the other rubbed his back, a little precaution if Hao cried.

“You did so well, bubba! I’m beyond proud of you!” You proudly say to him, feeling yourself tearing up before you hear Hao’s sniffles.

“Oh bubba, don’t cry.. I’ll cry too!” You pulled away from your hug, Hao’s arms lightly snaked around your waist as he sniffled once more.

Cooing, your hands reached up and wiped his tears away. You held him by the cheeks, pulling him into a kiss. A teary kiss. 

You both continued to tear up, cheeks covered in tears as you both kissed. Pulling away, Hao wiped your tears away while you wiped his. 

“I’m so proud, bubba. This is everything that you’ve always wanted.” You say to him, hands cupping his cheeks while you gaze upon his teary features.

“It is, lovie. It’s your turn now.” Hao says to you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

And that was when things started going downhill for you. Yes, only you. 

Hao had the time of his life. Invitations poured in from here and there, mountains of mail came in from his fans, and he came home late after his events. 

He no longer caught you awake when he went home, you were always fast asleep and Hao chooses not to wake you from your deep slumber. Most of the time, he headed out early for his rehearsals, not waking you.

You’d wake up with a cold bed, no Hao in sight. He’d often leave you a note, bidding you goodbye and that he’ll see you tonight but those never happened.

At first, you waited up for him. You stayed awake until 2 am, waiting for Hao to walk through the front door. Sometimes, you simply fell asleep while waiting.

When Hao would see you fast asleep on the bed, he would simply kiss you on the forehead before he got changed, slipping under the covers beside you.

That was your nightly routine. Slowly, you got tired of waiting. 

‘Til one day, Hao suddenly came home early. You were unphased, not even pleased to see him. You didn’t welcome him with open arms, face stoic as you watched Hao move around the apartment like he had been there 24/7.

“Lovie? Have you eaten already? What do you want to eat? Let’s eat out? Should we order? What do you—” Hao says before he gets cut off by you putting a hand up to stop him from talking.

“Hao, just do whatever you want.” You muttered, standing up to walk away from a confused Hao. He blinked at your figure that walked towards your shared bedroom. Through the open door, he saw you silently walk inside, not even bothering to open the lights before you got under the covers, back against his side of the bed.

“Lovie? What’s wrong?” Hao softly asked you from the door, not wanting to intrude on your space. You stayed silent, not wanting to talk to him. You heard him sigh before he walked away, fetching a glass of water from the kitchen before he headed back to your bedroom.

You had your eyes closed, just listening to Hao move around the room. He switched your table lamp on, placing the glass of water beside it. Hao kneeled down on the floor beside the bed, watching you.

“Lovie? Are we okay?” He asked with a soft voice, feeling nervous. 

You opened your eyes, meeting Hao’s gentle ones. Hearing yourself sigh, you slowly got up and sat on the bed while Hao watched you from the floor.

“Hao, I’m tired.” You mutter, face still stoic.

“Then let’s rest, lovie. I’ll help you sleep.” Hao replied, slowly getting up before he heard you call his name out again.

“Hm? What is it?” Hao sat down on the ground, waiting for you to speak. Before, he liked it whenever you spoke about whatever bothered you. Now, he simply felt nervous about what was coming.

“I’m tired. I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of not having gigs, I’m tired of not having you around, I’m tired of us not being together all of the time..” You went on and on, words pouring out of your mouth like spilled water.

Hao blinked, not knowing what to say. “I…”

“Let’s just rest, Hao.” You say to him, lying down once more. You don’t bother bidding him good night, you simply close your eyes, ending the conversation.

Hao continued to watch you as you lay down, he sighed as he got up from the floor. He shut the lamp off before heading out to get changed, Hao decided to sleep in the living room, letting you breathe for tonight.

Morning soon came, the sunlight peeking through the sheer curtains. When you woke up with an empty bed, you figured that Hao must’ve gone out and worked again.

Sighing, you got up and wore your robe, heading out of the room. Surprisingly, your sight was filled with a blanket and pillow on the couch, plates and utensils set on the table, and a Hao who was cooking in the kitchen.

You walked towards the kitchen with padded feet, your footsteps silent. Hao must’ve sensed your presence since he turned his head, smiling at your sleepy figure. Quickly shutting the stove off, he turned around with the pan and spatula in hand, “Let’s eat?”

You nodded, letting him exit the kitchen first. Hao quickly set the food he cooked on your plates, letting you sit down. The sudden princess treatment was tormenting, you weren’t used to seeing him in the morning when you woke up.

Blinking at him as he sat down, you sat there unmoving. You watched Hao as he poured a glass of water for you both. He was holding the kettle of tea ‘til he stopped, eyes watching you. 

“Do you not like it? Should I cook something else?” Hao gently asked, hand putting down the kettle. You shook your head, hands reaching for the utensils in front of you.

You could feel his eyes on you as you scooped up some food so you looked up, seeing a hopeful Hao.

You take a spoonful, quickly chewing and swallowing your food, “It’s good, you should eat too.” you say before eating another spoonful. From your peripheral vision, you saw Hao make a tiny smile before he ate too.

Silence fills the room, a few chewing sounds and the utensils touching the plate accompany the silence.

Clearing his throat, Hao looked at you. “Lovie? Are we okay?” he asked you the same question, eager to find the answer he had been looking for since last night.

Putting your utensils down, you drank a few gulps of water before you answered him.

“Yeah, just tired.” Was all you said to him before you resumed eating.

And Hao made it up to you for 2 weeks before he went back to his usual routine.

This was all it took for you to fully become tired, not even wishing to catch a glimpse of Hao at home if he was. Every time he was home, you went out. While you were home, he was out. You barely caught a glimpse of each other.

You both simply messaged each other Good morning, good afternoon, don’t forget to eat, and good night. There were no longer any messages of good luck and love. It was like you both shut each other out of each other’s lives.

It was a little past midnight when you came home. And there he was on the couch, it was a miracle that you caught each other awake or home.

“Hey.” You mutter, slipping your shoes off before slipping on your slippers. You walked in as Hao greeted you back, silence accompanying you both for the nth time.

You were sitting at the dining table when Hao called out to you, “Hm?” you ask.

“Let’s go out,” Hao says, standing up and walking towards you. He had his hand out, waiting for you to hold it. Staring and thinking about it, you held onto his hand as you stood up.

You both walked hand in hand towards the front door, slipping on your outdoor shoes before you headed out to the elevator.

Reaching the lobby, you both headed out. The two of you let your feet lead you to wherever they wanted. Finally, you reached the nearby park on the apartment grounds.

Hao sits you down on the swing before he sat down on the one beside you, neither of you having the courage to talk.

“What’s wrong, hm?” Hao spoke first, turning his head to look at you.

Sighing, “It’s not that easy to say..”

“I’ve got all the time you can have, please tell me.”

“I.. I can’t.”

“Why? What can’t you tell me?”

“I.. I’m tired. I’m tired of this, I’m tired of not having you around, I’m tired of not having any gigs, I…” You finally say it, simply repeating the words you said before.

“Hao please, I can’t anymore.” You pleaded, tired of the same routine. 

“But why, Y/N? Why can’t you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me?” Zhanghao questioned you, now standing up in front of you to intensely stare at your eyes as if he’d get an answer out of you.

You sigh, frustrated. “I just can’t, can’t you understand that?” you say bluntly as if you didn’t get hurt by your own words. 

Simply taken aback, Zhanghao, your best friend, your lovie, doesn’t question you any further. 

He huffs, “If that’s how you want it, then fine.” 

Zhanghao spares you one more look before he turns around and walks away from you. 

The world crashes down around you once you realize that YOUR world, Hao, just left.

Hao took that roughly, he couldn’t get himself to come over and pick his things up. He couldn’t get himself to leave you just like that. He thought that he could have a chance to mend things up with you.

Heading to his rehearsals, you were all that he could think about. He hated it. 

A few hours into his rehearsal, the instructor suddenly made him stop practicing. 

“What has gotten into you? This isn’t like you, Zhang hao. Get your shit together.” The instructor scolded him, walking out on Hao.

“Yes sir..” Hao still answered even if the instructor was no longer in the room. He properly positioned himself with his violin, playing the notes he messed up earlier.

It’s no use if I’m hung over her. Get your shit together. Hao reminded himself before getting lost in the notes he played. 

Hao’s friend, Chen, saw it all. He saw how very well the separation broke Hao. 

Hao couldn’t get himself to perform well, invitations slowly decreased, and praises decreased as criticism increased. It wasn’t good for Hao, nor was it good for his career.

“Gege.. Get up, you have an event in 3 hours, you need to get ready.” Chen pulled Hao’s arm, the man dead asleep in his friend’s guest room. Hao groaned, unable to get up.

“5 minutes..” He muttered before Chen slapped his bicep, “Get up or I’m calling Y/N.”

That got Hao suddenly sitting up, then groaning that it hurt his back. “Don’t you dare?” 

“Oh, nearly did.” Chen punched his bicep before pulling the man up. “Now go before I call them.” 

Hao groans, flicking Chen off before he went out of the room, getting himself ready.

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten up, I would’ve seen how she is.. Hao shook his head at his own thoughts.

2 years later, Hao was back on track. Well.. Not exactly say back on track... He was doing well in his performances, sure. But he often found himself longing for you.

You, on the other hand, stopped pursuing music. Of course, you still tried to find solace in other things. Your friend, Lune, got you to do baking, something out of your league and interest.

Sooner or later, you both ran a cafe. Soleil’s haven. The pastries and sweets’ recipes created by yours truly. 

Finally, you had found something that you enjoyed doing, no longer feeling tired when doing so.

“Hey, I’ll close up tonight. You should head home to your baby.”  You laughed, ushering Lune to do so. You felt good today so you insisted she headed on home to her boyfriend.

“Babe, are you sure? That loser won’t mind if I get home an hour late anyway..” Lune laughingly says to you, helping you with the coffee orders.

You shook your head, “Babe, I’ll be fine.” you said to her as you placed the orders on a tray, calling out the order number. You smile at the customer who fetched the tray, telling him to enjoy it.

Walking back to the register, you and Lune exchange places. She made the food orders and sent the trays out while you did the register and drinks.

“Good evening! Welcome to Soleil’s—” You greeted the customer, words were cut off by their gasp. 

“Oh! Y/N, you work here?” The voice asks, you look up from the register only to see Chen. 

Smiling, you nodded. “Yeah, I kind of own the place too.” You shyly answered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Ohhh cool cool! Uhh, I’ll have a—” He started to say before he got cut off by a familiar voice. “Yah, get me a—” The voice gets cut off by Chen’s, “Y/N’s here!” 

Looking behind Chen, you saw Hao. Still looking quite the same as you last saw him, still breathtaking. He walked towards Chen’s side, watching your features.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

You both said at the same time, making Chen snicker. You could see Lune from your peripheral vision, you then remembered what job you had. 

“Shit uhm.. Can I take your order?” You looked over at Chen who nodded, “I’ll have a large matcha cream iced latte with a sweet custard bun.” he said.

You nod, punching in his orders. “And you?” You brushed your eyes quickly at Hao before looking over at Lune who had her brow raised. Smiling at her, you looked back at Hao who was staring at you.

“Gege..” Chen says, nudging Hao’s arm. This makes Hao snap out of it. Shaking his head, he says “I’ll just have a large glace.”

Nodding once more, you repeated their orders. Chen confirms them and pays for their coffee, he quickly shoves Hao aside, seating themselves far from the counter.

You watched the two walk away before serving the last customer of the night, quickly punching in their order.

“Dude, what the fuck are you on? I thought you wanted to see her?” Chen questioned him.

“Babe? You alright after seeing him?” Lune asked you.

You shook your head at her, “Yeah, I’m fine.” you told her before creating the drinks the two ordered. 

“I did but not today??” Hao answered, watching you glide around behind the counter. There was a sense of longing, Chen could see it through Hao’s eyes.

He shook his head at Hao, not bothering to reply.

A few minutes later, their order number gets called by you again. Chen takes this as an advantage, he makes Hao fetch their order, pretending that he got a phone call.

Hao begrudgingly just follows, rolling his eyes at Chen’s antics. He walked towards the counter, “Number 725?” he raised the receipt up to show you.

Checking the receipt on the tray once more, you looked up at him and nodded. “Enjoy.” You smiled at him, pushing the tray towards his figure.

Hao’s hand grabbed the ends of the tray, “Do you think we can talk? I mean, not now! When you’re free tonight, perhaps?” he asked with a hopeful voice.

You blink a few times before slowly nodding, “Uh sure. Would after closing time be okay? Lune and I are closing in..” you say before looking at your watch, “25 minutes tops? You and Chen can stay, Lune and I are just cleaning up.” you say while looking up at him.

This makes Hao nod and smile, “Alright, I’ll be here.” he says before walking away with their order. 

Before closing up the cafe, Lune decides to stay to help speed up the cleaning process. She checked up on the backroom before heading out to talk to you near the counter, watching as you closed up the cashier. 

“Babe, will you really be okay? You don’t have to do this..” Lune says, worried.

Lightly laughing as you counted the bills before shutting the drawer, “Yeeeees, I’ll be fine.” you nudged her hip with yours before fetching your bag. You went near her once more, holding onto her hand as you walked towards the door, “I’ll call you if I need anything.” you reassuringly say to her. 

“I’ll wait!” Lune says to you, eyeing you before looking over at Chen and Hao. She smiles at them both before looking back at you, “Call.”

Nodding, “I will! Now shoo, your baby is waiting.” you say as Lune headed out the door, turning her head to look at you once more before she got into her car.

Watching as she exited the parking lot, you walked back to Chen and Hao who were waiting for you. 

“Uh let’s go..?” You trailed off, the sentence coming out as a question.

The two men stand up, nodding at you. They let you lead the way, exiting the cafe. They both waited for you to shut the lights off, locking the door up.

“I’ll get going, I have school in the morning.” Chen sheepishly says, rubbing his nape as his eyes darted between you both. 

You smiled at him, bidding your goodbyes. 

“Tsk. Head straight home, I better see you there.” Hao laughs, ruffling the younger’s hair. He bided his goodbyes with Chen, and the two of you watched as the man got into a taxi.

“So.. Where are we going?” You asked, turning your head to look at Hao. He too, turned his head to look at you. 

“I figured I should take you home. Not unless you moved, then I should drive you there instead.” He says sticking his hand down his pocket to fetch his car key.

“Oh, I still live there.” You reply, “No need to drive me there, it’s near anyway.”

Hao nods, “Lead the way.” he says before letting you walk first. The two of you walked in silence, a comforting silence. This was something you both weren’t used to, you both only bathed in an uncomfortable silence before.

Little by little, you both warmed up to each other. You caught up with each other, praising each other for their achievements.

Nearing your apartment grounds, you two settled down on the familiar playground.

“This is me.” You say to him, “Not unless you still want to talk?” You ask, sitting down on the swing. 

Hao hums before he sat down beside you, nostalgia rushing in for you both.

“Can.. Can I tell you something?” He mutters, looking over at you.

“Sure.” 

“I love you.” He says, still looking at you.

“Present tense? Still?” You say, eyes darting over to Hao’s figure. You didn’t know how to take that information in, whether it may be present or past.

“I still do, I don’t think I stopped loving you.” Hao murmured, no longer looking at you. Suddenly, the rubber flooring of the playground was much more interesting.

“And? What should I feel about that?” You breathed, feeling torn between hurting herself or Hao.

“I.. I don’t know. All I know is that I love you.”

“....” Silence came from your end, unable to speak.

“I love you..” Hao softly said into the dead of the night, the silence embracing you both. 

“You’ll get over me and you’ll get over this.” You say to him, standing up only to settle in front of Hao. Your eyes could now clearly see how he was trying to avoid looking at your eyes.

“And if i don’t?” 

“..”

“You will.” You reply, seeing how Hao gained the courage to stare at your eyes that bore into his.

Hao nods, seemingly accepting the blunt truth that you no longer love him anymore. 

“I didn’t think this night would end that way.” Hao says, now ignoring your eyes. You could see how his eyes were slowly blurring with tears. He quickly wipes his eyes, not letting his tears cascade down his face. 

You stay silent, not knowing what to say. You simply looked at him. 

You no longer saw the hao that you loved, the hao that you adored, the hao that you would’ve fought for, and the hao that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. 

It’s different now, you have new priorities while he has his. It just so happens that he no longer is a part of yours. 

“I loved you, Hao” You softly said, reaching for his hand. Thankfully, he lets them hold onto his hand. 

“I really did. It just so happens that I ran out of love for myself.” You added, thumb rubbing his hand.

Hao nodded. “I know. That’s something that I hated to see you do.” 

You also nod. “And that’s why I’m doing this, Hao. Things ended because I know that there is a part of you that no longer loves me.”

Hao’s eyes welled up with tears once more, he doesn’t wipe them away, letting himself sob. 

“I’m s-sorry.. I should’ve..” He faltered, sobs hindering him from what he wants to say.

“I should’ve known.” Hao added, looking up at you. 

“And now you know. So please, let me go.” You pleaded, hand holding his tightly. You felt yourself slowly tear up, a teardrop cascading down your cheek. Your free hand quickly wipes it away, not wanting a waterfall of tears coming next.

Hao nodded, “I get it and I want you to live freely. I don’t want to cage you like I did before, Y/N. I don’t want to get in the way of the dreams you’re achieving. I’m not the type of person to do that, lovie.” he lets the nickname slip. 

You knelt down in front of him and silently grabbed him, hugging his shaking figure. 

“You’ll be fine, Hao-yah. You’ll be fine without me.” You mutter, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head. He lets you embrace him, not knowing if there would ever be a next time this’ll happen.

If the younger you had seen this, you would’ve been called cruel. This felt like torture. Hugging Hao brought back different kinds of memories: comfort, pain, and a longing for love. 

“It will hurt but you’ll be fine, it’s all a part of the process. But just know that I loved you.” You say as you pulled away from the hug, ignoring the urge to wipe his tears and just kiss his sadness away. 

Slowly, you stood up, brushing your pants. He watched you do so, wiping his tears away himself. Hao sniffles, brushing a hand through his hair. 

His face flushed from the coldness and from crying, eyes swollen from sobbing.

You smiled at him once more before you turned around and walked away. 

“It ends here.”

[jeonmagines]

it’s safe here (with me) | jake sim

pairing: Jake Sim + gn!reader

genre: action, superhero!au, spiderman!au, high school!au

warnings: swearing, violence (reader is attacked in an alley + saved by spidey), traditional upside-down-kiss, traditional train stopping scene, some minor suggestive content

*this was heavily inspired by the different spidey movies (specifically certain scenes), but there are no spoilers <3

word count: 9.4k

summary: you and Jake have been best friends since elementary school which means it’s pretty safe to say that you know everything about each other, so, when Jake’s behavior starts to change, you’re the first person to notice. nobody would ever think to associate late nights, keeping secrets, and cafeteria brawls with Jake… until now. will Jake get the chance to finally tell you his life-changing, “super” big secret before you figure it out for yourself?

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“We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to report an incident that is currently occurring at the Queens Zoo. An unknown perpetrator has unlocked multiple habitats, releasing a number of wild animals from their holdings into the crowds of visitors.”

You look up from your physics homework to glance at the TV in your apartment’s living room, thankful for an excuse to take a break, and watch the various recent clips on the news showcasing the chaos going down a few miles away from you. There was lots of screaming and shaky camera work (these clips were obviously taken on cell phones) but the most jarring things were the occasional actual animal sightings.

The newscasters narrated a video of a couple penguins waddling toward a group of kids in matching shirts on a school field trip before moving onto a more terrifying one of a female gorilla inching her way out of her cage while, frankly idiotic, families shrieked and took photos instead of trying to escape.

You watched, mouth hanging open, as swarms of people fled toward the gates of the zoo, pushing and elbowing in order to get out to safety before the person next to them could. Their only hope seemed to be a group of police officers waving their guns around and yelling. You rolled your eyes at their attempts as they were probably causing even more of the chaos they were sent there to dispel.

“Wait! What’s this? Is that…?”

A streak of red and blue basically flew down from the sky, seemingly swinging from branches as it got closer and closer to the heart of the problem. You and the rest of New York City watched as Spider-Man descended into the zoo, shooting webs as he went at any unopened cages to keep more animals from joining the fun. 

You snatched your phone off the table in front of you, furiously scrolling until you found your chat with your best friend Jake.

y/n: are you seeing what’s on the news rn??

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