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sminiac · 2 months

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hehe now is my moment 🙏🏾 i'll ask abt xikers later but i would loveee your thoughts on 8turn,, who do u think are doms, who are subs, who are switches,,, like a little analysis yk! i hope more ppl req for 8turn cuz i love them sm

💌— NOW IS YOUR MOMENT BUNNY !! OHHHHH I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS.

Warnings — Smut focused! MDNI.

⋆ J. Myungho

Dom, and a mean one at that. He thrives with control and having a say, he likes the way you obey, even when you choose not to he likes it— the challenge, the adrenaline. But I will say he completely has the ability to be a switch too when he wants to, he’d like being taken care of, talked to sweetly, having his needs put first because that always feels good. He really can’t help how mushy he becomes by being doted on, and so quickly too! It’s a fairly rare occurrence, but when he’s in subspace he’s in it deep. Besides that, going back to his roots, Myungho doesn’t mind being called ‘daddy’ but he loves calling you names, “Princess”, “Sweetheart, “Baby.” He’s sick, will call you the names he typically only uses in bed when the two of you are out together just to get a reaction.

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⋆ M. Jaeyun

I don’t really peg Jaeyun as a concrete sub or dom, I think he’d fall slightly more on the vanilla side, he enjoys the intimacy of sex and the concept of pleasuring your partner to such otherworldly extents and doing anything to fulfil that, and having the same done for him, but occasionally he’ll indulge you and play a little into the roles given. He’ll whine for you, and complain about how unfair you’re being but he won’t go so far as to outright beg to be fucked. Though sometimes he can’t help but want to hear the sound of your voice when you’re asking of him to do that one thing you like and will pretend not to hear until you’re hitting his shoulder, huffing and impatient.

⋆ Y. Minho

A sub, he couldn’t fully mean dom you if his life depended on it. He’ll give it a try once or twice but it just makes him too anxious having control over another’s body, having to think about what he’ll do next to you, if he’s being ‘dom’ enough for you, how he should go about touching or talking to you. Yeah, it’s really not for him. When Minho’s trying something new he likes being told what to do and how to do it, and that doesn’t really mix well with trying to be demanding. If he’s leaning on more on the ‘dom’ side some nights it’s really only because he’s incredibly horny, the demanding of how he takes you and the level of noise being kept to a minimum only comes from his lack of patience, but that’s about as deep as he gets into it.

⋆ C. Yoonsung

A switch. The actual switch of all switches, his acclaimed mix of both masculinity and femininity balance so beautifully and presently that it also applies in the bedroom. I feel like most would assume he’s a sub —and he can be— but the side of him that only your eyes have witnessed would turn heads if anyone were to catch word of how quickly he can swing between the two. He knows how to hold you down for better angles that intensify both your pleasure and his, he likes the title calling and hearing you sob and whine, but he also enjoys the exact same things being done to him.

⋆ J. Haemin

Wants to dom, absolutely can not. Also the type to try it out, just to get a gauge on how much he can work from it, but if he even says one thing while in ‘dom mode’ then he’s immediately trying not to laugh in your face about how silly and unnatural it sounds coming from him. I think he’s the most likely to want to abandon roles and titles, he just wants to show you he loves you, in his own natural Haemin way. He’s more of a gravelly, yet airy whiner, but when you actually get an ear full you wouldn’t exactly call the sounds he makes as whining. He talks more than making noise, defaults to “Fuck.” And “Oh my god” when there’s no space left in his head to think of anything else but you and the way you make him feel.

⋆ C. Kyungmin

Dom, a service dom at that! He’s so all about you that he only blinks silently when you’re asking of him to let you take lead for the night. He’ll allow you to of course, but he can never quite fully relax due to how unfamiliar he is with being in your place for once, and if he can’t quite get himself to chill out, you can always help with that! He’s a very easygoing person, and sometimes he struggles with it but he’s always so gracious with you, does his best to accommodate your needs and requests, even when they’re a little outside of his comfort zone, there’s nothing wrong with trying new things, especially when it’s you!

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minkkumaz · 9 months

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SOMEONE OLDER

la poésie romantique. words spoken passionately, yet holding no sincere meaning when spoken by all your past loves. but he held the key to your heart that no man ever could, establishing the belief that you didn't need anyone other than him; not even your own father. because myungho could treat you right, couldn't he?

PAIRING ji myungho x fem!reader WC 1.7k TAGS angst. suggestive themes. toxic college professor myungho. slight manipulation. reader has daddy issues. OMI NOTE this is.. extremely different from anything i've written but i saw an edit of myungho to 'someone older' by isabel larosa and it genuinely changed my life. idk how im gonna get away with this but i do not get paid to gaf END OF STORY!

father never taught you to stray away from boys that wouldn't treat you right, and nobody ever taught boys to hold a heart with care; instead breaking it recklessly. the constant rotation between showing love and begging for forgiveness stripped energy from your body like a piece of clothing. it might as well have been, because that would be easier, right?

maybe it was the way you looked. it was only your left shoulder on full display, as your slightly large tee - shirt clinged onto you. you had only assumed the boy was being nice by placing a calloused hand on your soft skin, pulling up the material slightly before smiling at you. the pull of his lips were sweet, masking something sinister underneath. such a small gesture made you so naive, it was your own fault getting involved with him. those memories became a puddle of mush, left in the past.

but it wasn’t just boys of his stature, it was boys in general. ill thoughts swarmed your head rapidly. a sense of self doubt, regret, vengeance. it left you in a forever state of numbness, zoning out into a false reality you wish you could call your own. a reality with a man that would treat you right.

the sound of gears turning in the clock on the wall was where your focus lay, emerging yourself in the tick tock, tick tock. each of your senses slowly depleted from your body, leaving you with the round device against the off - white wall.

a hand slightly slamming against the desk in front of you cut into your mind like a knife.

“zoning out again, aren’t we, miss y/n?” professor ji spoke out, eyes like daggers, “see me after class.”

you nodded sheepishly, feeling the weight of the moment escape from your mouth in a breathy exhale as he went back to instruct the class.

in an attempt to ignore the stares of your peers burning into your skull, you slid down in your seat. maybe they were looks of pity, or quite possibly hints of jealousy. yet time couldn’t pass any quicker, as you returned to the never - ending tick of the clock.

meeting a teacher after the bell rang was never on your roster, let alone with your stupidly attractive english professor. it wasn’t a secret how desirable he was. you could only hear seductive comments made about the way he left his shirt slightly unbuttoned, leather jacket draped around the back of his chair and not his shoulders.

students filed out in a fast - paced manner, painting the room to seem much bigger without as many people crowding the seats. your professor followed quietly behind the crowd, closing the door as soon as everyone had been gone. this left the two of you alone, as well as the familiar clock ticking in the background.

your heart became heavy in your chest, watching his tall figure approach you like a predator stalking it’s prey.

“y/n.” professor ji says your name sternly, “care to tell me how boring my lessons are that you haven’t been paying attention?”

“professor– it’s not like that, i promise.” you stuttered out in an attempt to defend yourself, “i’ve had a lot on my mind recently and it’s getting the better of me.”

“why don’t you contact the campus counselor? i’m sure mr. yoonsung would love to assist you in whatever problem you have in that head of yours.” he suggests.

“i don’t think i can do that sir. things are a lot more complicated than they might seem. but i swear, i’ll try to keep myself in check.”

“you don’t think you can do that?” he laughs almost mockingly, picking up a pencil on your desk to spin between his bony fingers, “i might need a better reason than that.”

“this is so embarrassing..” you sigh in defeat, “it’s about my love life, professor ji. i don’t mean to be rude, but none of that is quite relevant to you, let alone any teacher on campus. so while i respect your request for me to seek outside advice, that won’t be happening.”

“so i’m just any teacher to you? miss y/n, i’m unsure that you understand who i am to you.”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“you chose to major in english when you enrolled here. so i’d assume you would put effort not only into this class, but the person teaching it to you.” he states with an almost threatening tone, making your stomach queasy.

a cat had gotten your tongue, leaving you with nothing to say in a situation where you felt you had to defend yourself. this made his lips perk up into a smile, taking the pencil he was holding to tilt your chin up slightly by the eraser end.

“i’ve only ever wanted to help you, y/n. almost like it’s my job.” he tells you, “you excel in every single assignment i give you, up until recently. dont let a beautiful mind like yours be so easily manipulated by a college frat boy.”

“this isn’t my fault, you make it seem much easier than it sounds.” your bottom lip quivers slightly at the position he has you in, yet also because he’s correct in his assumption.

“when you get an idea in your head, you find it in everything. do you remember who said that quote?”

“victor hugo. we’re learning about works in other languages to broaden our knowledge, so of course i remember.”

“your idea of love is tainted, hence why you let yourself get hurt. am i wrong?” he reads you like a book.

you nod at him, feeling your throat become dry. each of your senses were heightened, the cold rubber eraser under your chin being replaced by the tip of his finger. the state of your mind was vulnerable, crowded only by the idea of him and his frigid gaze.

a shiver ran down your spine as if it was being chased, his face creeping closer to yours until it was inches apart.

“do you know what you want in a relationship?” he spoke, breath barely grazing against your lips because of the remaining distance. when you didn’t speak, his face contorted into an expression just a little bit colder, “you respond to authority when spoken to. don’t jeopardize your status in my class because you can’t answer a simple question. remember that i just want to help you.”

“i want someone to care for me as much as i care for them.” you finally let out with a sob, guilt washing over you for not giving a clearer response.

“that was easy, wasn’t it? my poor y/n, not being treated properly because nobody quite knows how to.” he chuckles lowly, wiping a singular tear that rolled down your cheeks, “now that you know what you want, what do you need?”

“i– i don’t know, professor ji.” you pout.

“you already said it out loud. use your words to tell me.” his hand traveled around to the back of your head, gripping at your hair to move your head more upwards.

“i think i need someone older.” your words sounded distressed, yet they were all he needed to hear.

“there you go.” he lets go of your hair, a switch in demeanor as he smiles at you, “come here.”

walking back to his desk, he leaves you in a pile of muck and confusion at your own. for someone you can hardly read, something about him makes you want to learn.

you scoot your chair back, the sound of it scraping against the hard floors making you wince slightly. with each step approaching him, your heartbeat quickened. professor ji had always been an enigmatic figure on campus. young, passionate in his interests, and everything you were starting to think you needed in someone.

maybe you wanted him to be passionate in you.

“is this wrong?” you ask quietly, now face to face with him.

“there’s a flaw in your question, especially since you already know the answer, miss y/n.” he coos, reaching to move a loose strand of hair away from your face, “father wouldn’t tell you right from wrong. such a terrible man, isn’t he? so let me tell you what you deserve to hear.”

“he’s not terrible, he just loves me differently.” you weren’t sure why you felt the need to defend your dad, but words came out before you could think.

“don’t get it twisted; those who love you warn you about the consequences others actions could have on a person. trust that i could protect you more than any man could.” he said with envy underlying his tone.

“yes, sir.” you shake your head yes, tears starting to burn your eyes with what you couldn’t determine if it was happiness or culpability.

“call me myungho.” he cupped your cheeks with his calloused hands, rough against your soft skin, “now let me take care of you, then you could take the weight off my shoulders.”

myungho brought your face closer to his, almost immediately closing the gap that separated the boundaries between professor and student. this barrier was destroyed in the span of seconds, his lips locking perfectly with yours. they were soft, barely chapped, and meant for you.

it was a rhythmic harmony that flowed perfectly like words on a page, pulling you deeper and deeper until you couldn’t pull away; too infatuated to stop and so unaware you couldn’t bother to give a shit at the thought of someone walking in.

he had you right where he wanted you, the objective that nobody other than him could hold your heart careful enough not to split it in half.

the kiss escalated, making your lips puffy and red as they were attacked by his. one of myungho’s hands wrapped around your waist to pull you close. your arms were tucked into your chest, unsure where to put them.

once he finally pulled away from you, a string of saliva kept both of you attached, breaking away quickly. his eyes were dark, yet not in a way that would seem intimidating. a look you’ve never seen before.

you were ready to find out.

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woonhakist · 8 months

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the way i loved you

synopsis — your current boyfriend was near perfect, but he could never set your heart ablaze the way myungho did.

pairing — ji myungho x gn!reader

genre — bittersweet

warnings — toxic relationship, yelling/arguing, kissing and making up, reader has unfaithful/toxic thoughts (for myungho), reader is the biggest problem here, cursing, mentions of food/eating, lowkey suggestive(?), reader is called beautiful once, petnames (babe)

word count — 2.7k

notes — this fic is inspired by the way i loved you by taylor swift ! so like idk how the word count got that high its 1.2k more than my target word count for the eras series bye

taglist — @stardustwaters

THE ERAS SERIES

it was 12:36 a.m. when your phone’s screen lit up, creating a bubble of illumination in your unlit bedroom. on the blinding light of the screen was a text notification from your boyfriend, growing an ounce of curiosity inside you. you quickly opened it, and your lips curved up at the sight of his message.

sweet dreams babe, i hope you enjoyed tonight as much as i did :)

he’d taken you on a date earlier, surprising you with flowers and a fancy rooftop-dining restaurant; each delicious bite was topped off by the view of the stars. you thought the expensive foods and relaxing scenery was perfect, but it wasn’t the most memorable part of your night.

when he picked you up, he opened the door of his car for you, uttering a simple ‘you look beautiful tonight.’ if you had to explain how you felt, you’d say you felt perfectly fine; a feeling that you weren’t used to.

a content sigh left your lips as you typed up your responses, returning his sentiments.

sweet dreams

i promise i enjoyed it even more than u <3

you watched as the three bubbles came and went as he typed, disappearing one last time as his last messages went through.

impossible

dream of me :)

your expression copied the one in his message, a cozy warmth resting in your chest. you were still for long moments, your eyes lingering on the screen in front of you.

your night had already been something far beyond a dream, and it was thanks to your far beyond perfect boyfriend. he was everything you’d ever needed; you knew you were extremely lucky to have him.

he was sensible, patient, humble, and just so incredible. he never failed to tell you anything and everything you needed to hear, and it was like you could never ask for anything better. you never even had to bat an eye at all of your single friends being jealous; you knew that he was a wish born from a shooting star.

even your parents couldn’t escape his charm. they both found him entirely endearing, so he was accepted into your family in no time. he was close to your mother, talked business with your father, and he was the center of household conversations long after he’d leave your home.

each time he—very reluctantly—left, he’d always text or call exactly when he said he would; he never made you wait. once he stepped foot inside his own home, your phone would buzz. he always checked up on you, even if he saw you just ten minutes prior.

despite wanting to know about all of your thoughts and feelings, he knew how to respect your space. he’d never intrude when you didn’t want him to, and he’d obey everything you’d ask of him when it came to your personal bubble. with him, you felt comfortable.

pressing your lips together, you turned your phone off, gently setting it on top of the sheets beside you. you lazily reached up-and-over to your nightstand, turning your lamp on. when you flopped back down, you took in a deep breath, releasing it in a heavy sigh.

you knew that, as wonderful as your boyfriend was, he couldn’t offer you everything. you never expected him to, but you couldn’t help what barged into your mind uninvited. you longed for the only thing you couldn’t have; the only thing that was practically impossible for him to give you.

you wanted to feel everything; you wanted more than the delicacy and security. you wanted to feel the burn in your chest when you cried, you wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline when you’d get angry, and you wanted to feel the sheer intensity of your love when you’d kiss him, but that was everything you couldn’t get.

he was far too gentle with you and your relationship with him; you felt like your bond would break at the slightest bend. you knew that all he wanted was to give you everything he knew you deserved, but at this point in your relationship, one tug would feel like an irreversible tear. you felt terrible, but you were already doomed before you even knew it.

everything your boyfriend didn’t satisfy, myungho did. myungho pushed every button and pulled every lever you had; he triggered your internal fire alarms and sounded every siren. he lit the match and set off your fireworks, and your bright colors always reflected in his eyes. he spoiled you with emotion, and you wanted it back.

you didn’t care if your friends were wary of him or if your parents were unsure, you knew that he was just right. you could feel your heart beating when you were with him, and you knew that he could feel it too. you were sure that the whole world could feel it when your heart felt like it’d nearly jump out of your chest, but now, it was like the whole world had gone still.

myungho sparked something inside of you; your boyfriend kept you steady. myungho gave you something alive, while your boyfriend gave you something stable. as much as you needed your boyfriend’s grounding, you wanted myungho’s passion.

you sunk down into your mattress, staring up at your ceiling. you knew that people never really knew what they had until it slipped away, but you were too late to realize it. it wasn’t until now, far after myungho walked away, that you knew he was your wish born from a shooting star. even after every quarrel, he was still your light; your fire.

myungho stormed out of your front door, the strong downpour drenching him in mere seconds. he started down to his car, frustratingly fumbling to properly handle his keys. you followed right behind him, stomping towards him harder than the thousands of droplets of rainfall did.

“myungho!” you didn’t miss a single beat, getting a hold on his wrist before he strayed too far. he didn’t fight your grip, stopping to sharply turn to face you.

“you’re seriously unbelievable! let me go,” myungho exclaimed, using his energy for rolling his eyes instead of ripping his wrist out of your hand. you made sure to roll your eyes back at him, your eyebrows furrowing harder.

“you’re such an asshole!” you yelled, face hot even in the cold rain. your whole body felt like it was on fire, rushing through you like a shot of adrenaline.

myungho stared at you, his eyebrows raising and his head tilting. he faced you completely, his body slumping into itself. you couldn’t see him clearly through the distortion of the rain, but you were able to sense overbearing smugness radiating off of him from a mile away.

“but you love me,” myungho taunted, his voice losing its sharp edge. he stepped closer to you, and your hold on his wrist loosened. “so what does that make you?”

you rolled your head back, closing your eyes in faux annoyance. you opened them again when your head fell back forward, bringing your eyes back up to myungho. he was staring at you with the same—justifiably—overconfident expression as before.

“an even bigger asshole,” you humored, dropping myungho’s wrist completely. you could see a smile growing on his lips, and before you knew it, you were hysterically laughing with him in the pouring rain.

you practically fell into him while your whole body quaked with laughter, and he held you in his own shaking body. you could feel the mutual feeling of stupidity hanging in the air, and it fueled your everlasting uncontrollable yelps of joy.

it felt like an eternity before you found yourself calming down; your arms had found themselves a comfy spot wrapped around myungho’s body in a lazy hug, your forehead found its place rested on his shoulder, and your body risked a cramp to be slightly hunched forward into him.

“god, i love you,” myungho spoke, breaking the verbal silence. it was loud and clear in your ear; you almost shivered. “i don’t know what to do with myself anymore.”

you lifted your head off of myungho’s shoulder, leaning your forehead against his instead. your noses touched, and you could feel your breaths mix with his. “i have an idea of what you could do.”

myungho read your mind before you could speak it, crashing his lips onto yours in something that could only be described as pure passion. your hands tangled into his hair while his slid down along your back, your lips and his moving together in a tempo that you silently fought over. you smiled on his lips, and you could feel it when he smiled back.

you stood there with him in the rain like the two stupid-in-love idiots you were, giggling and speaking words of love onto each other’s lips. you didn’t know if the rain stopped before you did, but either way, you knew that everything was completely worth it.

you sighed as you reminisced. you missed it; the screaming, the fighting, and the kissing in the rain. you missed the late nights where you’d nearly rip your hair out thinking about myungho, smiling and giggling at his pictures minutes later. you missed him being so in love that he acted insane, and you missed being just as ridiculously in love as he was.

you imagined yourself being in the same position you were months ago, cradled tight in his arms with your sheets sprawled across your bodies. you fantasized about how he’d nearly kiss the lips off of your face, leaving you panting and wanting more when you’d already had beyond enough. you dreamt about being back in myungho’s life, desperate to be weaved into his future again.

every breaking-down and coming-undone was worth every second you spent with myungho. you’d willingly cry rivers and blow circuits because of him; you knew that he would always find a way to make it up to you. every sudden high and low of your relationship was what made it so addicting; that ‘roller coaster’ kind of rush was what you craved.

you never knew you could feel as much as you did with myungho until your boyfriend took his place. you had your biggest, brightest grins and your most shattering, heartbreaking moments with myungho; you could only do as much as hope that your boyfriend couldn’t see the smiles that you were faking, or that you almost couldn’t feel anything at all.

it wasn’t your boyfriend’s fault that you were selfish. it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t as crazy, frustrating, intoxicating, and complicated as myungho, and it wasn’t his fault that that was what you wanted. it was your fault for being hung up on someone who was long gone; someone who you couldn’t have back.

you lost myungho as a result of your own mistake. you thought that he’d finally pulled your last straw, that you were ready to give in to the chants from your friends about how myungho ‘wasn’t something you wanted’. you let him get away, thinking it was a worth-while decision, but you wanted nothing more than to take it all back.

back in an all-too-familiar setting, you were under the violent drops of rain with myungho, planted in the soaking wet grass of your yard. you’d been there for god knows how long, both of you—very stubbornly—deciding to argue back and forth until the other would give up.

“i should’ve listened to all of my friends when it came to you,” you spat, yelling it for the whole world to hear. you crossed your arms tighter over your chest, feeling like you’d squeeze your own torso off.

through the rain, you could see how myungho’s expression twisted into something dead disgusted. it mutually hurt both of you beyond words to hear the things your friends would say, so you never sided with them before, even in your worst moments. it’d always been you and him against your friends, but now, it was you and your friends against him.

“it looks like you’re wanting to start listening right about now,” myungho scoffed, tilting his head in a familiar attempt of mockery. “never knew you’d stoop so low.”

“yeah, as if you haven’t gone below hell,” you retorted, driven by your blinding anger. “you’re the fucking worst.”

myungho mimicked a hiss, shaking his hand back and forth as if he’d gotten burned. “you don’t fool me at all, you know.”

he began to reach out for you, and you jerked yourself back, barely catching a glimpse of the flinch in his hand. he dropped his arm to his side, and a loud roar of thunder filled your ears. the sharp crack of lightning in the distance stole your eyes for a second, quickly being brought back to myungho when he found his voice again.

“fine! if that’s how you wanna be, i won’t stop you,” myungho spoke under his breath, his voice smaller but sharper. his hands balled up into fists, and his chest noticeably took longer to rise and fall. “have fun talking shit.”

his sudden change in demeanor startled you, but you tried to keep your reactions internal. your inner turmoil barely began to stir up as another blare of thunder snapped you back into the moment, your fury resurfacing.

“i will,” you near mumbled, tapping your foot impatiently. myungho stood there for longer than you liked, draining the last bit of patience in you. “so, fuck off, and don’t fucking come back!”

“wouldn’t dream of it!” myungho threw up a middle finger, turning to trudge off to his car with his keys free from his pocket. you didn’t go after him when he walked away, standing your ground until the very end.

once he drove out of your view, he was gone from your life. he didn’t text, call, or visit at all after he left, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being reached out to first, so you played the petty game of silence with him. you played until you forgot that you were, “moving on” to your current boyfriend.

you would be lying if you said you’ve “moved on” at all. you’re stuck missing everything you had, wishing you hadn’t sent him off without another thought. you let something that got the best of you take away something that was the best for you, and there weren’t any words in your vocabulary that could describe how purely idiotic you felt.

then, you wouldn’t give anything for myungho to come back. instead, you’d give anything for him to stay away. you wanted nothing to do with him when he drove away for the last time, slamming every door in your way until you threw yourself onto your bed. you basked in your hatred for as long as you could handle it, letting your stubbornness drive you.

now, you’d give everything in your possession for a second chance. he was the brightest flame in your life, and nothing felt right without him there to keep your mind running and your heart thumping. the constant tug-of-war between you was your sense of completion; your idea of perfection was in the way you loved him.

it was 2:15 a.m. when your phone’s screen lit up after you raised it off of your sheets, simultaneously lighting a fire inside of you. you rushed yourself to find myungho’s buried contact, forcing yourself to overcome the sudden, blinding light. your eyes scanned the names that flew by as you scrolled, immediately widening once they caught the one that belonged to myungho.

your change in speed was drastic, almost stopping completely as you pressed on his and your conversation. you softened your eyes and gave a gentle smile to the screen as you opened up the keyboard, using a couple tries to type something up before you sent it without a second thought.

hey

thirty seconds felt more like thirty minutes as you stared at the screen. you waited for life on the other line, finding yourself perking up once you saw a sign. memories of myungho flashed and faded in your head like the three small typing bubbles did in your phone, both quickly being replaced by myungho’s response.

about time

“fuck you, myungho,” you cursed his name, rolling your eyes with an all-telling smile on your lips.

THE ERAS SERIES

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02tyunz · 1 year

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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 welcome to… 8turn masterlist ! 🦷

MOON JAEYUN

the summer we lost ! (smau)

JI MYUNGHO

nothing yet … !

YANG MINHO

nothing yet … !

CHO YOONSUNG

nothing yet … !

JUNG HAEMIN

nothing yet … !

CHO KYUNGMIN

nothing yet … !

LEE YUNGYU

nothing yet … !

LEE SEUNGHEON

nothing yet … !

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lil-elle · 6 months

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Myungho Masterlist ♡

Drabble:

Nothing yet~

Full Length:

Nothing yet~

#8turn #8turn fanfic #8turn drabbles #8turn x reader #8turn imagines #8turn fluff #8turn myungho #myungho #ji myungho #myungho x reader

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8turning · 1 year

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Hi! I wanted to say the Haemin fic you wrote was so good! Can I request a Myungho x reader? Anything is fine with me and thank you if you do! ❤

Also, are you watching Boys Planet?

hi anon!! thank you for the love on the haemin fic :] this ask is a bit dated and bp is over now,, but yes i did watch and i cant wait for zb1's debut :D

⌕ . . . ji myungho — paper rings !

ji myungho x gn ! reader ★ fluff. ★ wc 550 ★ warnings: mild cursing. playful insults/name-calling. let me know if i missed anything!

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"you're making a mess," you joke, watching as myungho cut strips of paper over and over again, never seeming to get it to whatever size he desired. "why don't you measure it?"

"no ruler," he replies quickly, eyes trained on the way his hand contorts the scissors. his gaze flicks between his hands and the end of the paper, face shifting quickly as he looks toward you. "give me your finger really quick."

because of his rushed request, you do so without much thought, popping another chip into your mouth with your vacant hand as you lay your hand palm-up for him. myungho gently takes your hand his his, flipping it so it lay flat against the edge of the paper.

with the ends of his scissors, he makes small dents into the paper to mark where he needs to cut - the faint smile that appeared on his face after was one that was hard to tear your gaze from.

"thank you," he says happily, grabbing your hand once more and squeezing it within his own before letting go. and just like that, he was back to work.

your eyes are glued to your phone once again, mindlessly scrolling through pictures and videos that were somehow "curated for you" - the sentiment was hard to believe.

myungho slices the paper, satisficed with its width now that he had your help. cutting a much smaller piece, he grabs his pen and writes "i love you ♡ " and quickly placing it in the middle of the larger strand of paper before you could catch him.

he languidly twists the paper, doing his best to create perfect triangles to make the band a bit sturdier. his note is successfully trapped and hidden within the paper, he grabs some tape to bind the two edges together.

with his pen in his hand once again, he draws a heart on the face of one of the triangles. examining the paper ring in his fingers before smiling to himself. his heart was racing, truth be told. this is the most forward thing he's done since he realized his feelings for you - his mind could barely take it.

while you were lost in your phone, myungho grabs your hand once more, isolating your pointer finger within his own and gently sliding the ring there. when he meets your eyes, it felt as if all of the air had been knocked out of his lungs. you were looking back at him with wide eyes, so close he could practically see himself in their reflection.

you look down towards you hand that was still caged within his. "you made it for me?"

he tried to shake off his nerves, resuming back to the myungho you knew all too well. "is that a bad thing to want to do?"

you shake your head, smile on your lips and you huff out a small chuckle. "of course not, stupid," you say, leaning back in your chair and examining the ring further. "it's cute."

"i'm glad you like it," he replies much more sheepishly than he would have liked - he's glad you didn't seem to notice. "wanna help me clean up as a thank you for the wonderful gift?" myungho asks, leaning forward on the desk and resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. you smile:

"hell no."

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jihoonscafe · 7 years

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l.jh | love me

jihoon x reader (slight college!au)

word count : 1457 words. genre : fluff !! (its his birthday im not hurting him) synopsis : “i love you ji” “i love you too angel”

✐ this is for this angel’s birthday because i love him more than i love anyone else in the world and i hope he had the most amazing birthday of all, and this is basically me being self-indulgent and writing a scenario of my own dream date bye :^))) @trbld-writer luna this one’s for u n ur fluffy jihoon fic which ruined me ,, also tagging @jishua n @myungho because i want dana to cry w/ me n alicia just deserves to be tagged im s orry ,,,

Tinkling laughter fills the melody of the twinkling night, with the moon illuminating the starless sky, a cold breeze dancing with the lovestruck couple who are enveloped in each other’s arms, giggling quietly in hidden unspoken jokes, as they dance to a quiet ambient tune flowing from the phone forgotten among the grass somewhere.

The boy would happen to be Lee Jihoon, a fully declared music production major at the nearby university and the other would be you, you with the dorky grin he had come to live to see everyday when he woke up.

He didn’t know when it happened, when he fell in love so hard that the cold surface from which he had been taken from, he didn’t even remember, he didn’t want to remember. You were after all, his sun. His beautiful sun, who he adored so so much that he could implode from the very thought of you, the softest pink painting across his cheeks, a quiet pride everytime he called you his, and him yours.

This was love, and he knew it. He knew it was love because of the late nights where all you did was send him outdated memes when all he could think of were the difficulties and the failures. He knew it was love because of the soft sleepy kisses when both of you were tired and lay in bed, covered in the warm rays of sunlight streaked against your bare skin, tired and so in love. He knew it was love when you wrestled him out of his studio to eat midnight McDonalds even though you hated burgers because he was too stressed and wasn’t eating. He knew it was love when you complained about him drooling but then grinning that damn smile which made him almost die everytime he saw it. He knew it was love because the very thought of you would bring the most genuine smile to his face, and nothing could make him happier than you.

This wasn’t the love he had read about in books, or heard on the top twenty on the radio, this was his love.

He remembered when he first met you, overly excited and extroverted on the very first day of middle school, giggling your heart’s content away at some odd joke book you had found at the school’s library, telling jokes to every person who stopped to listen them and smiling like you had the sun inside you when they laughed. He remembered walking upto you to listen to one, and laughing because of how bad the pun was, and seeing that smile light up your whole face and instantly committing to a friendship.

He remembered depending on you, you becoming his closest friend, holding all his secrets and making his worst days just a little bit happier no matter what happened. He remembered seeing you cry for the first time, seeing you crumble completely, natural happy persona flying away as he noticed that you were breaking, that you had always had this side to you which was hidden.

He remembered the first time he had hugged you, holding you close as if he could simply squeeze you back into the happy you, the you which he had grown to adore as a friend and perhaps something more over the years.

High school had brought change to your innocent friendship, with you becoming the beautiful successful person he had always known you would become, outshining everyone with that bright smile and personality of yours. He was the shy one, the one who would have rather hidden in your shadows but it never worked, because damn if you would let him slink behind you.

And he remembered falling in love with you for the first time when you serenaded him in the parking lot of KFC because he was crying over his first breakup with some girl who he had somehow managed to end up with. He remembered the cheeky smile on your face as you brought him to a watery smile and then as it turned into a grin, he fell in love.

The grass is slightly damp from the fog which had shrouded the park earlier and it tickles against his bare feet as he spins you clumsily, that stupidly in love smile taking over his soft features as you laugh at the dumbness of this whole idea, yet also the fondness surrounding it just he pulls you back to him, chest warm against yours.

You both had spent the whole day roaming these huge parks, a little vacation strayed off from your common class trip which both of you had lost interest in quite quickly. The playgrounds, the little horse rides and the picnics had all been checked off the day’s schedule and as you had tried to head home, Jihoon had decided that the day’s last surprise for you was going to be this little dance, the stargazing picnic you had always told him you loved from every cliché romance book both of you had ridiculed over.

So, he brought your fantasy to life, because if you could bring him to life everyday he breathed, he could do anything for you.

You lean your head against his shoulder, his arms warm around you and he wonders why you both had never done this before, it wasn’t that bad, not that he would admit to it out loud because it would always find its way to becoming a ridiculed joke about how “he was growing soft for you” which was a blatant lie because he was always soft for you, and he made sure you knew it everyday, that he was ready to do anything for you, and for your happiness.

Your first date together had been in freshman year of college, when both of you had finally found enough courage to fess up your feelings and had spent the whole night finally, finally cuddling in a romantic sense of the word.

It was a pretty classic first date, if you called roller skating typical, as you were the one to plan it and he truly wouldn’t have expected anything else than shaking awkwardly on the ice as you tried to pull some obscure 80s disco dance step which he was sure he had seen Seokmin do at some point.

Your first kiss has been when he had produced a song for you, and it had sounded so perfect that you had begun to cry which caused him to panic ever so adorably, hands flailing around as he tried to console you before your lips were on his and you both were kissing to all sweet heavens.

Your first real “I love you” was on the day he had changed his major from economics like his parents had wanted for him to music which was his own passion, and the one thing he was so in love with that you could see the fire within in his eyes when he produced a musical piece, when he sang. It was in the rain, right outside the ugly admin office of the school, in the end of sophomore year, as he ran out, dressed in a red bomber jacket, out of breath and crying as you waited for him outside and then as soon as he was out of the doors, he was next to you, holding your hands and you dared ask him the question to which he replied with a nod, a soft kiss, and the happiest smile you had seen on him.

He then whispered the three words into your skin as he hid his face into the crook of your neck, almost drowned out by the falling rain but you would have heard it even if you were in the middle of a hurricane because those were the words you had lived to hear, which you still lived to hear.

You whispered it back, and he chanted it like a mantra, kissing the soft skin of your face, covering it in his affection as both of you cried silently at the sheer euphoria running through your veins.

“I look like a mess”, you mumble as he plays with your hair, both of you now standing still, still in each other’s arms, hugging each other for the very comfort and love it brought to you, covered in comfortable affectionate silence, a silence where words are not needed to tell you what the other feels.

“You look perfect, shush”, he tuts, kissing the top of your forehead, right at the edge of your hairline, as you blush at him, at his bluntness, at his open adoration, at how much you love it and love him.

“I love you Ji”

“I love you too angel”

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