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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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this has been in my mind for while , but omg can i req a student council pres shanbin and vice pres reader 🤭 maybe a angst-fluff?? like what if the reader likes hanbin but yk the cliche idt he likes me after the reader saw him smiling at a confession he received , this thought has been stuck in my mind for awhile have been deluluing abt it 😞😞. Hope you have a amazing day btw!! drink lots of water!! stay healthhyy💟💟

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you do like me?

pairing: student council president shanbin x vice president reader

pronouns: none used

genre: highschool au, angst, fluff

tw/tags: student council things, pining, many many confessions, how is hanbin real, having feelings and not wanting them, confusion, misunderstanding, lowkey heartbreak but not really, lack of self care, implied fainting, fainting aftermath, worried bin, swearing, reader is exhausted by everything and their own feelings honestly same

wc: 1797

summary: you’re not confessing to hanbin, even if it hurts, it simply is not professional.

a/n thanks for requesting 🦝 anon! This au was so perfect for shanbin 💜💜 lowkey reader is kinda done by the end of it but like in the nicest way possible~ pls let me know what you think 💜 hope you have a great day!! take care of yourself as well!!

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Let’s face it. Everyone in school has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point.

Handsome, polite, impossibly nice, infinitely patient, smart, talented, an incredible dancer, good-looking and did you mention handsome? Yes you did.

Okay. It wasn’t like you were too bad yourself seeing as you were able to get elected as his vice president. But seriously, how do people like Sung Hanbin exist?

You swear he gets a confession every week. Sometimes more than that. And you know this because you’re coming out of the council room and there the poor boy or girl stands, waiting. Usually holding something like flowers or chocolates or snacks or a little trinket or a handwritten note. One time, it was a giant stuffed hamster. You didn’t even want to know how they managed to bring that to school.

And there’s always just a second or two of awkward eye contact before you call for Hanbin. He goes out and you walk away, not wanting to intrude. Some of them take it gracefully, they thank him politely for taking the time to hear about how they feel and leave looking maybe a little shaken but unbothered. Sometimes he even receives the gift they prepared if they insist and offer it to him without any obligations. You’ve seen your fair share of criers, running past you down the hall, furiously wiping away tears. And some of them got a little crazy. But that’s a whole other story.

Which brings you back to your point. Everyone has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point. Some of them confess to him. They get rejected. They get over it. And you? Well you thought if you ignored your feelings enough they would gradually disappear. They didn’t.

So yes. Everyone has had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point, you included. It’s just that you’ve never got the nerve to confess. And worse, you haven’t gotten over it.

“And these are my recommendations for the committees moving forward, any questions?”

Polite applause. No one asks questions. Hanbin takes his seat next to you as the teacher presiding over your meeting thanks all of you for your time.

“Hey,” He whispers to you. “Thanks for organising all the committee info for me.”

You had taken the time to put everything he was going to present for the meeting into flashcards and even finetuned his presentation for him.

“I’m the vice president,” you whisper back. “It’s what I’m supposed to do. Literally don’t worry about it.”

“Still,” he smiles. “You really went all out. I couldn’t have done such a good presentation without you. So thank you.”

This is precisely the reason why you still haven’t gotten over your crush on him. How is this man real??

“Let me buy you dinner,” he offers. If this was any other guy, you’d think he was asking you out. But it’s Sung Hanbin and he treats all of the council members all the time.

“I’m going out with the events committee for a planning session. And you have a dinner meeting with one of the school board members later for a possible sponsorship for the event that we’re supposed to be planning so you might want to go to that instead.”

“Right! Right, I nearly forgot. Seriously, how are you such a lifesaver?

“I do my best.” You deadpan in an effort to not blush dammit, just because you have a crush doesn’t mean you have to be such a simp. But really, it’s not good for your heart when he compliments you like that.

He trails after you as you walk out of the council room.

“Maybe dinner tomo…?” Your suggestion dies in your throat as you meet eyes with the latest in Hanbin’s long line of confessions.

She must be one of the underclassmen because you don’t recognise her right away. But she’s so aesthetically pretty, smiling so beautifully when she sees Hanbin behind you.

“I’m sorry to bother both of you but can I talk to Hanbin-oppa for one moment?” God, she’s so polite that you feel bad for disliking this. She even thanks you when you nod and step aside. You’re surprised that she addresses him so casually but Hanbin doesn’t seem to mind at all. And Hanbin, the way he’s smiling at her makes all feelings in your heart die, stone cold and shattered.

Stupid crush. You don’t know why you have it in the first place. It’s annoying and unnecessary and completely unprofessional considering how you work together.

You don’t know how long you’ve been walking down the hall when the girl skips past you, greeting you again politely and going on her way. She looks…happy. Did Hanbin accept her confession?

It bothers you. Of course it bothers you. You want to go home and burrow yourself into your bed like you always do whenever you think one of the confessions goes well. Even if it actually doesn’t. Maybe you’ll even cry a little. Or a lot. So you do. After your planning session with the events committee, that is. A little heartbreak isn’t going to stop you from being a responsible vice president.

Being under the blankets, just hiding from the world, it’s nice. You can pretend. Maybe there’s a world where Hanbin does like you back….And now you’re sad again. Maybe you should confess. At least you can cry about it one last time and be done. But at the same time, why risk ruining the friendship you and Hanbin have going? Council meetings would be horribly awkward, maybe not for him but for you.

So you do what you always do after these little pity parties. You wash your face, drink a glass of water and try to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll be fine. Or at least, you’ll look fine. Hopefully.

You’re not fine. I mean you don’t look like shit but you’re definitely just going through the motions. At least, you’re busy. There are committees to check in with, teachers to talk to, your fellow council members giving updates and you just organising everything for the next meeting.

It’s a whirlwind. You barely see Hanbin beyond class and passing him papers or messages for all the school-related matters he needs to deal with. It’s easy to sink into it. To put your feelings aside and just work. You’re the fucking vice president and you need to do your job right.

Maybe it’s beginning to wear into you, just a bit. Missed meals, lost sleep, running around school, it’s all bound to build up. So maybe you’re not that surprised when you wake up in the nurse’s office. She’s helping you sit up, giving you vitamin water to sip and scolding you for overexerting yourself. If you had been out of cold for any longer, they would have sent you straight to the hospital for an IV. She actually offers but you say you’re fine. Instead, she insists you rest until the next period and then go home for the day. You can’t. You have meetings. But apparently it’s that or the hospital so you stay put.

Hanbin comes in a little later to check on you because of course he does.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, quiet and gentle in a way that makes your chest hurt and it’s not from passing out.

“I’ve been better.”

“I was really worried, seriously.”

“You need to worry about the meeting later. Getting sent home after this so someone else will need to do my part of the presentation. Also need a replacement for the committee session I'm supposed to be checking in with.”

“I’ll take care of it, honestly don’t worry, just take care of yourself.”

“I will, I will. And you don’t need to do that, Gunwook’s been wanting more responsibilities, let him take it. Really don’t worry about me.”

Hanbin’s quiet for a moment.

“I really can’t help it. Don’t you know how much I panicked when I saw you on the floor? It’s a good thing you didn’t hit your head too hard, I-”

“I’m fine now, you really don’t need to worry.” If he acts any more concerned, you swear you might cry.

It’s quiet again.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t not worry about you.”

You lean back on the cot, just watching him. Hanbin’s working up to something but between the slight dizziness you still have going and the fatigue that’s come crashing down, you have no idea.

“You know I really like you a lot?”

Damn, you’re definitely hallucinating.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ve been really obvious about it. I thought you noticed and just didn’t say anything because you didn’t like me and saying it would mess with the council.”

You sit up.

“Wait, you're serious?”

Hanbin looks confused, maybe a little offended.

“Do you think I’m not being serious?”

“I don’t know, okay? You literally get a confession every week.”

“And I always tell them no because I like you.”

“How about that girl the other day?”

“Oh you mean my cousin? She just wanted to see you and then tease me about it when you left.”

“...Your cousin?”

“...Yeah?”

You sigh, collapsing back onto the cot, too exhausted to react properly.

“For the record, I’ve had a fucking crush on you for like forever and I can’t believe this is happening and I’m probably going to freak out about it once I’m less tired.”

His expression goes from surprise to happiness and back to confusion but he’s definitely shuffling closer to you.

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

You look at him incredulously before letting out an even louder sigh. God, this man is going to be the death of you.

“Maybe take me out to that dinner you promised and I’ll tell you why.”

“Okay!”

There’s a very pregnant pause before he goes:

“...Sooo you do like me?”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes I like you. I like you Sung Hanbin so fucking much I’m a little mad that you’re making me say it right now”

He smiles, reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Well that’s good because I like you too.”

“...Mhmm”

“What? What else do you want me to say?”

“Oh nothing, I don’t know, I think that was a little underwhelming compared to what I thought it would be.”

And then he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead, all shy and bashful, the audacity of this man. And he says your full name.

“I just want you to know that I like you very, very much~ and I’m glad you feel the same way~”

Fucking right, you do.

Everyone in school had a crush on Sung Hanbin at some point. But he’s only ever liked you.

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jaetyun · 1 year

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Finding out they’re not your Boys Planet picks; a thread! (k group ver!)

s.hanbin, gunwook, seunghwan, junhyeon x gn!reader

genre: fluff (it’s suggestive with seunghwan but nothing actually happens)

a/n: i’m soz it’s so short! i was v busy and had little time to write more. i will be making plenty more parts, rest assured! tysm to my fave anon for the req 🫶

after the first elimination, the air was tense. you could glance around the room and see everyones heads hanging low, losing motivation to work. reluctantly, mnet decided to give them a day out. visit family, walk your dog, run away to another country while you still have the chance, the choice was theirs! some trainees decided to see their significant others, only to find out their first picks!! spoilers: it wasnt them 😔

trainees after the cut!!

Sung Hanbin

the moment the boy left the building, he began giggling. he quickly dialed your number, giving it a ring.

“hello? who is this?”

“psst! it’s your #1 boys planet pick..” he whispered with a goofy smile, his hand up to the speaker of the device as if he was talking on a walkie-talkie

“kim jiwoong? how’d you get my number?!” your innocent joke made hanbins smile drop, losing all the childish love-drunk emotions as before. “nevermind. i was planning to surprise you with dinner but you should just go with jiwoong.” though you couldnt see him, you already knew the face he was making. to a *tea*. with his tongue stuck out, following by a whiny pout that you couldn’t help but gush over.

“baby, you know i was playing. come over!”

hanbin narrowed his eyes, his pout getting replaced by a thin line. “is he actually your first though?”

“well… that’s-“

you were immediately left with the call hanging up, making you groan. you held you phone away from you, counting to 5 with your other hand before you felt a familiar vibration.

“why didn’t you call me back to beg for a second chance?”

“i didnt have to.”

“just like you didnt have to vote for me?”

you sighed out, sending an unimpressed face through the screen (that hanbin definitely picked up on!) and clicked your tongue.

“sung hanbin. you’re over 70 countries first pick!”

“i don’t want 70 countries, i want you~“

you sighed at his comment, laughing lightheartedly before cracking another joke (he seems not to appreciate your humor these days!)

“what so if you ranked second but i was voting for you, you’d be okay?”

“…”

neither of you were particularly good at lying. often times it was great for communication! but a lot of times, it means petty back-and-forth’s like this.

“baby, i am voting for you. but the app makes you vote 6 people”

“blocking you as we speak..” he whined, very unsatisfied with your response. you began softly mumbling ‘nooooo!’

“okay okay! you can take his place as my first pick.”

“…and you have to stop voting him!”

“babbyyyyy :((”

hanbin scoffed, pulling the phone from his ear yet again. “beep beep beep!”

“okayyyy!! i’ll stop voting for kim jiwoong.”

he smiled, now suddenly going back to his gushy nature. “if you say so~ you excited to see me?”

you were happy to have your puppy-like boyfriend back, humming a response.

“so excited! were are going?”

Kum Junhyeon

when you heard a knock at the door, you curiously looked through the peephole. who would show up at this hour? you swore you didn’t have any packages. your eyes light up, immediately opening up the door and embracing an exhausted hyeon.

“how did you get here?” was the first question you managed, running your fingers through his hair. he muttered something about an off day and you chose not to question it.

“youre just in time, i was just getting around to voting” you hummed, gesturing to the couch where the mnet app was open. you began your routine you’ve been doing since the voting first opened, scrolling through the trainees clearly on a mission to find someone specific. junhyeon peered from behind your shoulder, smiling at how cute you looked as you proudly voted for your boyfriend.

“wait! i was right there” he pointed to his name, chuckling at the way you began scrolling back over to his name. his smile faded quickly though, watching as you clicked gyuvins name and scrolled past. he then chuckled at you again, shaking his head before resting it on your shoulder. “kum. not kim you goof”

he felt your shoulder tense, making him smile at the way you sheepishly went back to his name, voting him instead of replacing gyuvin. junhyeon tilted his head unsuspectingly. “did you mean to vote gyuvin too?”

“i uh.. actually forgot to vote for you.. but its just-”

“do you not vote for me?” his eyebrows furrowed, raising his head off your shoulder suspiciously.

“well no! its just, i was just trying to get gyu-“

“so gyuvin is your first pick??”

you stammered, unsure of how to respond. junhyeon pouted, shaking your shoulders in an attempt to get a word out of you.

“well he’s cute!”

“am i not?”

“you’re.. getting there” you pinched his cheek, making him tilt his head in confusion.

“getting there?”

you began mocking his “junhyeon is fiveeeee” making jun look at you with 😐

“so im cringey and gyuvin is really cute?”

“….”

junhyeon grabbed your phone from you, resetting the vote and picking himself. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, pointing the phone at you. “why cant i submit?” you attempted to grab the phone only to have him yank it away from you.

“you have to vote 6! not just you.”

you watched as he began randomly clicking trainees, submitting it for you before you could argue. you could only sigh, gently taking his hand in yours.

“nice to see again you too i guess.”

Park Gunwook

after planning a meetup, you decided on a cute park to waltz around in. gunwook had showed up first, kicking rocks while scanning the area every so often for you. the moment gunwook locked his eyes on you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a grin.

“miss me?”

“of course i did! ive been watching just for you, i’m proud of you so far” you kissed his cheek, making gunwook do that smug grin he always does. that was all the push he needed to keep working hard. the image of you watching him excitedly and reacted at everything he said made gunwook giddy, already ready for his next mission to impress you more.

as the two of you continued walking, gunwook suddenly looked to you with a sympathetic pout. “you know, i kinda feel bad for you.”

you wordlessly tilted your head, wanting to hear an elaboration.

“it must be so boring watching each episode when there‘s nobody that even compares to me” he sighed out dramatically, looking off into the distance as if he was saying it to some hidden camera. you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. gunwook doesn’t relent, staying in character effortlessly as he continued what he was doing.

“am i right?”

“not really. there’s matthew.”

gunwook stopped what he was doing, sending you flying backwards with the sudden halt. he then sat in silence, trying to process this new information.

“oh.. matthew…. yeah him…” he pretended to ponder this for a second, his eyes looking up as he slowly nodded. what he was thinking of exactly, you weren’t sure. he then shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance.

“that kid-“

“he’s older than you..”

“that adult, is like, really weak. i beat him in arm wrestling easily” he continued, flexing his arm to further show off.

“that’s not why i like him babe.”

“it’s not??” his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. not in a condescending manner, gunwook was genuinely confused as to how that has nothing to do with matthews appeal. you laugh, shaking your head softly.

“then why??”

you began to mimic the iconic ‘i love you, i want you, seok matthew’ hand gesture only for gunwook to start groaning in annoyance. he waved his hand, an ‘oh please’ expression. he then did his signature salute, shaking his hand dramatically as a reference to when his hand had a tremor from nervousness. you hit his shoulder, laughing lightheartedly.

“baby. i mean he’s cute.”

“well.. i *am* younger than him..” he says, twisting your words on you. gunwook began raising his hands, but before he could even raise them above his chest you gently held them with your own, stopping whatever aegyo he was about to do.

“you are plenty cute gunwook.” his eyes furrowed, clearly unsatisfied.

“if i’m stronger, and cuter than him. then why aren’t i your favorite??”

“who said anything about favorites?” you asked him with a pout.

“well is he?”

“…”

“see!” he whined, dramatically walking off with small stomps.

you followed up after him, giving him a free teasing pokes to his arm. “is my baby jealous??”

“am not!”

“yuh-huh!” you teased further, making him scoff at even the idea of being jealous.

“let me show you how… how.. unbothered i an by this!”

he then grabbed your hand (in a *totally* non jealous way!) and dragged you with him as you continued to waltz around the park.

“it’s okay gunwook~ he may be my favorite trainee but there’s no replacing you!”

“there better not be.” he mumbled, giving you a slight side eye. he then paused, turning around to face you and before pointing at your face.

“…. but i’m not jealous!”

Lee Seunghwan

you had decided to wait for him outside of the building, the butterflies you had forgotten about creeping up onto you when you finally saw him again. his eyes lit up, quickly embracing you as if the world was gonna crash any second. you kissed both his cheeks, smiling at his usual clingy behavior.

“you’ve been having fun?” seunghwan pouts, shaking his head quickly.

“oh baby it’s terrible, only you could fix the stress i have right now” he slyly wrapped his arm around your waist. you sighed, but did nothing to stop his roaming hands. seunghwan buried himself in your neck, trailing soft love bites all over your neck and collar bone.

“really? in public hwan?”

he let out a bitter laugh. “after those trainees, i need some stress relief.”

you clicked your tongue, gently combing through his hair.

“you mean daeul and junhyeon?”

“you’ve been watching??” he looks up at you, a shocked expression. you could only nod at him, continuing your soothing motion with your hands. “i actually really like them! especially daeul.”

seunghwan narrowed his eyes at you, looking at you hesitantly. he was quite offended honestly! how could you like daeul after the side eyes he sent the boys way..

“what? more than me?” you sat there and thought about it, which only offended your boyfriend further. “i was joking babe.”

“shh! i’m thinking!” he rolled his eyes, taking your hand off his scalp. he mouthed dramatically ‘WERE. OVEERRRR’ making you click your tongue again.

“babe! it’s not that big of a deal”

“it is though, cause what do you mean you can’t pick between your *boyfriend*… and daeul” you stammered, trying to defend yourself

“well he’s just cute!”

“can he sing as well as me?”

“well no but-“

“can he dance as well as me?”

“i mean no..”

“can he rap as well as me?”

“… no…”

“and is he better looking than i am?” seunghwan finished, an expecting look. you pouted, shaking your head slowly. he joined you, shaking his head much faster than you.

“so why is it a hard choice?”

you stuttered again, avoiding eye contact. “you’re just jealous!”

he gently grabbed onto your waist again, bringing you closer. “yes. i am. im not sharing you with anyone else. not even hanbin” he said, *finally* walking you away from the entrance of the building. you continued to bicker with him, punching him on the arm at one point. he stuck his tongue out, not even able to blow a raspberry before you touched the tip of your tongues together jokingly. his grip your waist tightened, with his eyebrows furrowing.

“i’ll *show* you why i’m better than lee daeul.”

“in public??”

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gyuv1nist · 1 year

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angel

han yujin x reader

whilst school trips were fun, your school decided to ruin it by designating pairs which you HAD to stay with to ensure maximum safety. fun right? it might’ve been if you had at least spoken to your pair once before. which you didn’t….

you were paired up with the school’s notorious heartthrob, han yujin. he wasn’t a player neither did he cater to all the attention he got. he just wanted to have fun with his friends and attempt to survive education. “so, coach rides huh?” he asks, as you stand outside the school waiting for the coach to pull up. the poor boy was terrified of you but refuses to let it ruin the trip especially considering his love for everland.

you wouldn’t call yourself popular in any way, but you certainly had a friend group which was deemed exclusive by everyone else. the unspoken rule was to never approach your group unless you approach them first, which was utter bullshit which none of you guys have said. but being the shy boy he was- he followed that rule.

“you aren’t great at starting conversations huh?” you smile, eyes lifting from your phone, looking at the boy standing in front of you. curse that unspoken rule, he’s actually kinda cute? “to be honest, i hate coaches. they have that smell which make me feel like throwing up everything in my system, so excuse me if i don’t talk much once we get on.”

for whatever reason, his eyes cast to your hands, where he must’ve seen your cute little ring which had angel wings and a gem in the middle which he assumed was your birth stone. “nice ring.”

was he really this awkward at making conversation with people?

“thanks!” your smile widens and you get up, noticing the coach finally arriving. even if it was where the cool kids sat, you absolutely refuse to sit at the back- it was too noisy and made you feel like shit.

by the time he snaps back into reality, he notices you've already gone ahead to enter the coach and he awkwardly jogs ahead of everyone attempting to catch up with you. whilst making small talk, you realise he’s been waiting to go to everland for so long so being the nice person you are, you whip out your phone and made a list of all the rides he wants to go on, which he absolutely adored.

there was a simple rule which you guys had to follow: stay with your pair until the end or else you’ll have to stick with the teachers for the rest of the trip. you walk through the park, taking in the vibrant colours of the carnival games, the sweet smell of cotton candy, and the bright lights of the ferris wheel. the air is filled with the scent of freshly popped popcorn and the sizzle of hot dogs on the grill. you can feel the cool breeze on your skin, which makes the warm day comfortable and perfect for outdoor activities.

as you and yujin wait in line for the rollercoaster, your nerves start to get the better of you and on the other hand yujin, who claims he’s usually fearless, seems to be feeling the same way. “i don't know if i can do this," he says, his voice shaking.

“it’s fine! it looks fun.” was it really smart to try to reassure someone when your voice was dripping with anxiety? you both climb into your seats, hearts racing. the coaster slowly climbs up the first hill, and you could swear that the handlebars were going to break from the iron grip you had on them.

you feel the force of the break and the harness loosen and you grab anything that’s in your reach to climb out the seat, still laughing and gasping for breath.

“hey come on! there’s way more we need to get through!” you giggle, grabbing his hand and dragging him to other rides. you weren’t usually so open so quickly, but there was something about yujin which made you feel comfortable, even if half the time he was in his own little world. plus, everything seems more exciting when you have adrenaline surging through your body.

and he was truly in his own little world, he couldn’t shake the fact that he loves how the your hand feels in his and can't help but steal glances at you every once in a while. he finds you adorable, seeing how excited you were lost in your own paradise.

whilst looking up proudly at the ride that was next, you notice he’s relatively quiet. uh oh, you didn’t take it too far with the hand holding did you? i mean, he definitely would’ve let go by now right? you tug on his hand and wave one of yours in his face.

“sorry, what were you saying?"

“i said let's go on this ride!" you point, pulling yujin towards the entrance. after being dragged like a puppy on a leash several times (with no complaints of course) you both sit on a bench, convinced that you have whiplash from all the rides you just sped through. “hey i think i’m gonna sit the next one out.” you exhale, wanting to sink into the ground. “or, if you want we can go for something calmer.” you suggest, looking around for possible attractions that wouldn’t make you feel like your bones were in a blender.

“anything you want angel.” pause.

oh shit, does adrenaline give you rizz as well?

“wait, oh my god that was not meant to come out no- wait i’m so sorry-.” whilst attempting to keep your own feelings and reactions in check, you look up at him and smile, cheeks tinted pink.

“it’s completely fine love, i like that nickname.” you grin, hoping that the blush that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks wasn’t too obvious. he reaches both his hands out and you take them willingly, letting him lead you to the next ride. you had no clue as to why you were suddenly so flustered by him, this was the first time you actually had spoken to him properly.

after walking for a while, he decides to go on a water ride. it seems calm and a lot of families are lining up for it, so it couldn’t be that extreme.

as you glide along the water ride with yujin, you feel the cool mist spraying onto your face and the gentle breeze blowing through your hair. you can hear the sounds of the water rushing by and the screams of joy from other riders in the distance. the colours of the park seem to blur together as you watch everything move by in a peaceful, dreamlike manner.

until you look down for a second and notice that your ring was missing. “where the fuck is my ring?” you almost stood up on the ride from the shock, you pat down your pockets and even check inside your shirt. there was no way it fell off, it was tight enough and you most definitely did not take it off on purpose. you look at the boy next to you and realise he’s a bit too stiff and nervous to be innocent.

“yujin, be completely honest with me right now. ”

“wait, i’m trying to find your ring, i’m sorry to say it’s not in the water.” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, eyes straight on his hand which was almost red from how hard he was squeezing it.

“did you take my ring?”

and he has the audacity to act surprised, almost insulted at your ‘accusation.’ “angel! how dare you say that about me, i have been nothing but nice to you today.”

unfortunately, you guys were too busy arguing to realise that the boat had been on a steep incline for a good few seconds. and before you knew it, you were clinging onto yujin’s side, screaming like there was no tomorrow and to make it even worse, a wall of water shoots up into the air and the rules of gravity states that whatever comes up… must come down.

the wave of water crashes down on you and yujin, drenching you both from head to toe. the force of the splash almost knocks you off your seat, and you could swear it felt like you were drowning for a moment.

“yujin, you better get to the point of this before i push you into this water.”

“okay okay okay, i’ll give you your ring back if you let me take you on a date. it’s okay if you don’t want to i’ll still gi-”

“a date and a new outfit once we get off this ride.”

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a/n : woooo yujin done! i feel like this also needs a part 2 tho... but i have been receiving sm love recently and it makes me so happy since i genuinely enjoy writing <333

#boys planet imagines #boys planet scenarios #boys planet 999 #boys planet #hanyujin #han yujin #han yujin x reader #han yujin scenarios #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 x reader

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haob1n · 1 year

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All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

#boys planet #boys planet 999 #zerobaseone #zerobase1 #haobin #zhang hao #sung hanbin #the hard part of making this was choosing my favorite moments #like im sure i coul make another set with more moments #anyways i still suck at captions so im sticking to lyrics #if anyone comments a better caption ill change it #maria.gif #c:haobin #c:hanbin #c:hao

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mxlti-stxn173 · 9 months

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BOYFRIEND PARK GUNWOOK

He would be the most amazing bf ever. Gunwook would have a good balance between protective bf and soft bf.

If you two were in public he’d unconsciously stand a bit behind you. He’s rather put his hand on your waist or back than holding hands. Kinda like he was making sure nothing’s behind you or now one is behind you, as if he’s your bodyguard.

His No# 1 love language is act of service.

Even though Gunwook is protective out of nature he knows the line. He wouldn’t be that guy who would scare off people as if you were incapable of handling anything, almost like an alpha male 🐺.

He’d care so much abt his s/o.

Like imagine:

In the midst of a shopping spree, Gunwook and you scanned through clothing racks side by side. As you browsed, Gunwook sensed an unsettling presence nearby. Glancing discreetly over his shoulder, he caught sight of someone shamelessly leering at you, particularly in your lower regions

Once the guy finally moved away, Gunwook refocused his attention on you, placing his left hand gently on your waist, reassuring you of his presence. Oblivious to the previous encounter, you looked back at him, and as your eyes met, his initial stern gaze softened into a tender expression.

"Wook, do you think this looks good?" you asked, seeking his opinion. A soft smile graced his lips as he replied, "Hmm, it looks good, but I like this better."

Later that day, Gunwook decided to confide in you about the unsettling situation. He believed in honesty and transparency in your relationship, and he didn't want to keep anything from you.

🤍🤍

Gunwook definitely would tease you a lot.

He’d want his partner to also be his best friend.

This man can go from 😏 come here bbg 😘 to 🙂please let me lay on you even though I might squish you🥺

This man would give you butterflies left and right 😵‍💫 he’d have no shame skin ship or saying complements.

He would listen to every little thigh you say. He’d also remember or try to remember every little bit about you.

Gunwook has very expressive eyes. All of his emotions can be in his eyes. At first it could be a bit intimidating. But it just shows how much he cares.

He would be the dream high school boyfriend. He’s smart, tall, cares a lot about people, sporty, fine😮‍💨 everything. (I still can believe he’s real)

He doesn’t get jealous if you were with his members at all. If anything he’d want you to be good friends with them.

As said before he care SO much about his s/o. He wouldn’t think anything is ‘disgusting’ like periods, being sick, having one of those bad day faces. Like nothing would make him disgusted. He would take so much responsibility over you at times.

But he also would want a relationship where he can be freely vulnerable and soft (or sub? I couldn’t think of any other word)

On some days Gunwook would come home from work and just flip right on top of you before getting into bed. No matter how big he is, he put his head on your shoulder and his hand on your waist while entwining your legs together.

A big softy

He want his relationship to be kinda mature .eg. becoming comfortable enough with each other where skinship isn’t a big deal. Where kissing is normal and not sexualised (idk how to explain it).

Gunwook would LOVE hugs. He just loves how small you are in his arms. Just imagine his hands being the size of your back. Almost as if he was a blanket.

He’d do anything for you. If you say you want kisses, he’ll give you 100 more. If you say you want to play mermaids, he’ll be your merman. If you say he’s a teddy bear, he’ll be a teddy bear and let of cuddle him. Ofc he love anything you say.

He’d love kissing you. He would OFC ask for consent. Then after a while for both of you it just became a habit of kissing each other multiple times a day (389 to be exact,jk)

Gunwook would cup your face in his hand holding your cheek while softly stroking it. His eyes would show so much love. He’d pour his whole heart while kissing you. Once he pulls away he kisses you forehead and rests his head on top of yours while hugging you.

I need gunwook 🥲

#zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 #zb1net #zb1 scenarios #zb1 park gunwook #zb1 gunwook #park gunwook #gunwook smau #gunwook #zerobaseone #zerobaseone imagines #boys planet 999 #park gunwook x reader

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coffeel0l · 1 year

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Pretty boy</3

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itaerae · 8 months

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zb1 apologizing for running you over — ot9

pairing: zerobaseone x reader

warnings: mentions of getting ran over by a vehicle and hospitals ! (not proofread)

authors notes: hi hello, i’m finally back ! school has been keeping me busy and i haven’t found much time to write ᴖ̈ this is a crack scenario for @luvjiun, enjoy !

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taglist: @kpoprhia, @wonswife, @cowsidfk, @doobinnies

#boys planet 999 #boys planet scenarios #boys planet drabbles #boys planet imagines #boys planet x reader #zb1 #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 imagines #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #seok matthew #kim taerae #shen ricky #shen quanrui #kim gyuvin #han yujin #zerobaseone

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jebewonmorelike · 1 year

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One Man's Loss Is Another Man's Gain

wc: 4k warnings: none; a little angsty, very fluffy ending; some swears; the other guy in this is a bit of a meanie bo beanie and won't leave you alone pronouns: none used; n/a summary: when a popular boy keeps begging reader for a second chance, bestfriend!taerae pretends to be their boyfriend to finally get rid of him; university au ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ Guys. Tae Rae and I have the same birthday (but a different year). I think I also have a very bright smile that is endearingly too large for my face. Must be a 7/14 birthday thing :) Kim Taerae I adore u, u perfect angel u

“Oh my god, ew!” You squeal. “Absolutely not.”

Noah rolls her eyes. “Really? He’s standing right there.”

You look to your left at your best friend Taerae, who is biting his lip quietly. “Sorry, Tae. Obviously I don’t mean that you’re gross. But you are gross to me.”

He nods. “No, yeah. I get it.”

Noah smacks your shoulder. “Come on, (Y/N). This is brilliant. You fake-date Taerae for a couple weeks and everyone stops bothering you. And then you can ‘break up’ and go right back to normal,” she urges. “Simple.”

“Taerae does not want to do that,” you reply, waiting for him to agree. The silence you’re met with is concerning. “Right, Taerae?”

Your friend is still chewing on his lip in contemplation when your eyes meet his again. “I don’t want people bothering you anymore. Especially that asshole…”

Brandon. President of the university honor society. Captain of the basketball team. Your assigned desk partner in Latin American History.

You'd sat next to him all semester, starry-eyed as you silently willed him to talk to you before finally being assigned to a project together on La Nueva Canción-- Chilean revolutionary music. Taerae had pouted for days when you were assigned the only topic relating to music.

The truth was, you didn't really care what topic you were assigned. The only thing that mattered to you was that after your topic had been assigned by your professor, Brandon turned to you for the first time all year and said, "Sounds kind of cool."

You nodded far too enthusiastically.

For a week, you met with Brandon in the library after his basketball practice to research La Nueva Canción and construct a compelling slideshow presentation for class. As far as you were concerned, spending your nights in the library was absolute bliss. Brandon smiled at you (sometimes), joked with you (twice), and even complimented you on your font choice for the presentation...

Then one night, a group of guys approached your table in the library. Brandon audibly sighed before putting on a smile to greet them. You recognized some of them as other guys on the basketball and football teams.

"You going out tonight?" One of them asked, resting his hand on Brandon's shoulder.

Brandon shook his head. "I'm tired."

Another guy rolled his eyes. "No, you're not. You just don't want to go out without Melanie."

Brandon shrugged. "I didn't say that."

"Yeah, but we all know it. Come on, man. Go ahead and get back out there. You can pull anyone you want!" The first guy insisted.

"I--..." Brandon stuttered before his head turned quickly to look at you, eyes lighting up. "I already did."

You blinked back at him wordlessly, unsure of what was going on. Brandon reached across the table, resting his large hand on top of yours.

"We're going out," Brandon announced. "Tonight."

The group of boys looked at you, seemingly having not even noticed you before Brandon's acknowledgement. Their brows furrowed confusedly, looking back and forth between each other to see if their eyes deceived them.

"But that's--," one of the guys started to say, but Brandon cut them off.

"Awesome, right? I thank you for being so supportive of me. We need to wrap up this project fast though if we want to make it to our dinner reservation on time! See you guys tomorrow," Brandon said quickly, waving at the guys until they gave up and left.

When it was just the two of you again, Brandon's head fell to his hands as he laughed in relief. He looked back up at you after a moment. "Sorry about that."

You were sure your eyes were absolutely bugging out of their sockets.

"Can I make it up to you by... buying you dinner or something?" Brandon offered with a lop-sided smile.

Your ability to suppress the scream that had built in your throat was an impressive display of restraint. "Really?"

Brandon shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Why not?"

You nodded. "Okay."

"Wanna meet at the cafe down the street in an hour? I just want to drop my stuff off in my room and change," he suggested, picking up his bag and throwing his laptop and loose papers in.

You nodded again. "Okay."

Brandon exhaled a laugh, before making his way to the doors. "Okay."

You spent the next forty-five minutes racing back to your dorm and getting ready for your date with Brandon. Changing into something presentable, applying an ample amount of moisturizer to your face, and fixing your hair before rushing back out the door and strolling happily down the street to the cafe across from campus.

It was about 10:30 P.M. when you arrived and, once inside, you sat down at a table with cushioned chairs by the window. A waitress came to grab your order and, after a few minutes, brought you your drink.

"You look so lovely," she complimented, placing the drink down on your table. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You smiled shyly and nodded.

"Whoever it is is very lucky!" She remarked sweetly and returned to her post.

You took out your phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram while you waited for Brandon to arrive. You kept one eye glued to the door as the minutes passed, your heart beating so fast you considered the possibility of needing an ambulance.

But after ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...

An hour later, you finally texted Noah.

Noah, you will NOT guess what happened... :)) Okay, I'll tell you! Brandon asked me out and now I'm waiting for him at the cafe across from campus!!

She responded quickly.

(Y/N)... Is that true? I don't know how to tell you this, but Brandon's at this party I'm at. And... I'm so sorry. I'll just show you.

You clicked on the video that Noah sent you, a bit blurry at first before zooming in on two people intensely making out. Your previously rapidly beating heart ceased all of its thumping as it sunk to the bottom of your stomach.

As they pulled apart, people around them cheered and shouted. Looking around the room with the biggest grin on his face was Brandon, his ex-girlfriend Melanie clinging to his chest.

Your eyes began to water involuntarily, wondering how you could've been so stupid. Wiping them quickly, you placed some cash on your table for the nice waitress and exited the cafe. You had been so distracted by the upsetting news that you hadn't even noticed it had started to downpour.

Mud and giant puddles lining the street, there was no chance you were making it safely back to your dorm by walking. Standing under the awning, heavy rain hitting the pavement and bouncing up to soak your clothes, you weren't sure if the water under your eyes was tears from the sky or tears from you.

Headlights bathing you in sickeningly bright light caused you to break momentarily from your crying spell. A car door opened and closed as a figure holding an umbrella made their way up to you.

"You look like a wet rat," the familiar, honey-like voice joked as he stepped under the awning with you.

"Taerae?" You wondered if your teary eyes deceived you. "How did you know I was here?"

He laughed that gorgeous baritone laugh. "You know Noah can't keep her mouth shut for anything."

You wanted to laugh, but you just couldn't. Instead, you wrapped your arms around Taerae and clung on for dear life. He was a bit surprised at first, seeing as your physical affection towards him usually manifested in the form of a punch or smack. But after a moment, his arms tightened around you, one hand gently caressing the back of your head.

"It's okay," he soothed. "It's gonna be okay. You deserve so much better than him."

You just squeezed him tighter.

"He's gonna regret treating you like this."

Brandon and Melanie broke up again before the clock had struck midnight.

And the next day, rumors started swirling that Brandon had stood up the Chancellor's kid at the cafe across from campus.

That was apparently when Brandon first learned that the University Chancellor was your dad.

He had shown up at your dorm, knocking on the door frantically. You opened it, shocked to see the boy you had such a devastatingly huge crush on in front of you.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry," he said, his tone a bit frantic. "I'm so sorry that I stood you up Friday night. That was absolutely horrible of me. I was so tired, I just knocked out and--."

"And sleepwalked into a party and down Melanie's throat?"

His face fell as he realized he was caught in a lie. He sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry. I wish I could go back and change it, but I can't."

You nodded. "Okay."

"If you give me one more chance, I swear I'll make it up to you," he said, hopefully.

You couldn't lie-- your heart fluttered at his words. But after that night, crying as Taerae drove you back to your dorm, you knew you couldn't agree right away. "I'll think about it."

"Awesome!" Brandon says with a grin before lowering his voice and scratching his arm awkwardly. "I, uh... I didn't know the Chancellor was your dad."

"Oh. Yeah," you replied, brow furrowing a bit suspiciously. Why did that matter to him? Why was he bringing that up now?

"You're not gonna, like... say anything to him right? About me?"

"Why would I say something to him about you?" You asked, genuinely confused as to what his thought process was.

Brandon sighed with relief. "Oh, that's so good to hear. I want to keep playing basketball, you know?"

He laughed as you stared at him disappointedly, finally understanding why he was really here. Brandon was on a sports scholarship... and he was trying to make sure you wouldn't cause him to lose it.

"I'm not gonna snitch on you," you said, nodding as the truth sunk in. "So you didn't need to come here and pretend you were sorry."

His eyes widen, panic re-setting in. "No! Oh god, no, that's not what I was doing. I really am--."

You shut the door in his face.

And you've shut the door in his face for five days now. Every day, he'd knock on your door and beg you to go out with him and, when you refused, begged you to not tell your dad what an asshole he was.

Not to mention, you couldn't enter the student union or the dining hall without hearing people whisper around you. What had become apparent to you quickly was that Brandon wasn't going to stop any time soon and neither were the rumors flying around you.

So standing outside in the courtyard with Noah and Taerae now, you consider your best friend's sentiment.

"If it'll make him stop bothering you, I'll do it," Taerae says decisively, picking at a leaf on the tree he's leaning on.

You swallow hard. "Okay."

Noah screeches. "OH MY GOD! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU'RE REALLY GONNA DATE TAERAE!?"

You stare at her incredulously. "You literally told me to!"

She huffs. "I didn't think you'd actually do it."

"Well," you say, looking at Taerae who is still doing everything he possibly can not to meet your gaze. "I think it's probably the best plan we've got."

Taerae hums. "So, when do we start?"

"Huh?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

"When do we start dating?" He asks, finally looking at you with an awkward, dimpled smile. "Now?"

"Oh shit," Noah says, biting her lip to keep from smiling. "I think he's asking you out."

You smack her quickly, shooting her a look before turning back to Taerae. "Yeah. I guess... now."

He nods, the brightest grin spreading across his face. "Okay, let's go!"

Grabbing your hand in his, he begins dragging you across the courtyard. "Go where!?"

"On a date," he says, looking back at you. "Duh."

"Oh," you manage to reply, trying your best to keep up with his incredibly fast pace. Taerae was normally a pretty leisurely walker and you would often have to yell at him to keep up.

"People need to see us, right? Let's go to the cafe," he suggests, slowing down a bit when you both reach the sidewalk. He squeezes your hand as you make your way to the cafe across from campus-- the cafe where you were stood up only a week ago.

You stop in your tracks, a flood of worry crashing over you. Is this a good idea? What if people know we're just pretending? What if Brandon is there?

Taerae turns around when he realizes he can't pull you forward anymore. He sees it immediately-- the look in your eyes as you ponder every possible negative outcome. Placing his hands on your shoulders, he smiles at you reassuringly.

"We've got this, right? We just have to sell it," he encourages, squeezing your shoulders a couple of times to pump you up. "You think you can pretend I'm not gross for an hour?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're not gross, Tae. I just..."

You look at the cafe sadly, remembering how hard you had sobbed into Taerae's chest as the rain poured down around you.

"Hey," your best friend says, taking a finger and placing it below your chin; tipping it up to keep your head held high. "There's no need to be sad. I'd never stand you up."

With that, you let Taerae drag you through the doors of the cafe and into a seat at one of the tables. Right away, you can hear the whispers begin to rumble throughout the cafe. Taerae sits down across from you comfortably, just smiling back at you as if he doesn't hear a sound. You can't help but notice he hasn't really stopped smiling ever since you agreed to this silly plan.

"Oh, hi!" The waitress that had been working Friday night greets, rushing over to you. When she stops in front of your table, she stares directly at Taerae and frowns. "Don't tell me this is the guy who stood you up."

Looking around anxiously and realizing all eyes in the restaurant are on you and Taerae, you both shake your heads furiously. "No, no," you correct. "This is... This is my--."

"Boyfriend," Taerae finishes.

Both yours and the waitress's eyes widen in surprise-- the other students in the cafe now dead silent as they strain to overhear your conversation.

"You were... going on a date with someone that wasn't your boyfriend?" She asks, suspiciously.

"I wasn't at the time," Taerae clarifies quickly, before smiling at you quite cutely. "But one man's loss is another man's gain."

The sun is shining directly on Taerae through the window of the cafe, his dark eyes sparkling as they lock on yours. His brown hair appears almost golden from the warm light as it rests across his forehead-- deep smile lines in his cheeks even more charming than usual.

You shake your head quickly to clear these thoughts from your mind, looking back up at the waitress sheepishly.

"Wow," she says, nodding. "I like him. I mean, just look at the way he's looking you."

Taerae's lips part slightly as she states her observation and he looks down for a moment at his lap, his cheeks sporting a tint of crimson. He had been putting on a pretty convincing performance so far and you wonder if it's starting to get embarrassing for him...

If he's starting to regret saying yes to this.

"It's hard not to admire someone so beautiful," Taerae says softly, looking back up at you; his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"Okay, you have to keep him," the waitress decides with a laugh. "Now, what are you both having?"

The next day, Taerae took you to dinner at the Mexican restaurant near campus that you loved. The day after that, you got ice cream and sat on the swings at the public park. And the next day, you both went to the art museum with Noah to look at the new interactive Monet exhibit (Noah was pretending to try not to gag the whole time).

Each day that week, Taerae had brought you on some little adventure with him and you weren't really complaining. You adored your best friend; spending time with him was already one of your favorite things. Actually, since the start of this semester, you hadn't seen Taerae as often as you normally would after he was elected secretary of the honor society. It made you happy to have an excuse to see him so much.

Tonight, Taerae had convinced you to see a movie with him. Some action extravaganza with no plot, but he bought you a big popcorn with extra butter and a cherry icee so you didn't mind.

"Why are we seeing this movie, though?" You asked, plopping down in the theatre seat. "There's a 45th anniversary showing of Grease literally playing in the next theatre."

"Because," Taerae starts, before shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth, swallowing it down with his Sprite. "Brandon and his stupid friends would never go see an anniversary showing of Grease."

"Yeah, but we would," you reply, before realizing what he had just said. "Wait, what!?"

He shrugs. "If he doesn't want people to know where he's going, he shouldn't talk about it so loudly at honor society meetings."

Just then, you hear familiar, unsettlingly male laughter sounding from the entrance of the theatre. Brandon turns the corner with his friends, eyes widening in surprise when he sees you staring back at him.

Your eye contact is broken, however, when Taerae reaches over and turns your face towards him. "Open up," he says, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth in the most sickeningly adorable way possible. "Is it good?"

You chew, completely stunned by the affectionate action, eventually swallowing and nodding back at him slowly.

"So cute," he coos, loud enough for Brandon to hear. You watch as Brandon and his friends study you curiously-- the captain himself appearing quite angry. They soon take their seats as the trailers start, but throughout the movie you notice Brandon glaring up at you and Taerae every so often.

As the credits roll, you and Taerae grab your garbage and make your way out of the theatre. Still finishing your cherry icee, Taerae takes your free hand in his and you head off together towards the doors.

"(Y/N)!" You hear someone call behind you, turning around to see Brandon running to catch up with you.

"Oh," you say as the tall boy stops in front of you. "Hey, Brandon."

"Hey, uh..." Brandon looks at Taerae, then back at you. "I keep hearing something about you dating some guy."

Suddenly, Taerae leans in and kisses you. You momentarily forget how to breathe before he pulls back and turns to Brandon. "Huh. That's so weird."

"You--," Brandon strokes his chin, smiling and shaking his head like he's in disbelief of something. "You must think you're pretty clever, huh?"

You look at Taerae confusedly, wondering what Brandon was insinuating of your friend.

Taerae just shakes his head. "No. I think that I'm not going to let anyone treat my best friend so rudely ever again."

Brandon nods, huffing a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah. I'm sure you'd never lie about anything to get your way. Right, Kim?"

"Can you please leave me alone now?" You ask finally. "Taerae's my... boyfriend now. I'm not going to tell my dad about what happened. You're not going to lose your scholarship. Let's just present our project together tomorrow and never speak to each other again."

Brandon chews his cheek, replying annoyedly, "Fine."

With that, Taerae drags you out the door and into the open air.

It's the fourteenth and last day of your fake relationship with Taerae. He'd set up a picnic in the courtyard with your favorite sandwiches from the deli down the street and a bunch of different snacks and salads. He held out a strawberry for you, smiling as you bit into it happily.

No one is looking at you anymore. They hadn't been for some time now. You could've called this off a few days ago, but Noah had insisted with a smirk that you "play it safe".

"This hasn't been half-bad," you say, grinning at Taerae. "I got to spend two whole weeks with my very busy best friend. Everyone stopped gossiping about me. My former crush stopped... stalking me, I guess?"

Taerae laughs. "Yeah, he was definitely stalking you," he agrees before a frown forms on his face. "I'm really sorry that happened."

You shrug. "Thanks for helping to stop it."

He sighs and you're surprised by how sad it sounds. "Well, it's--... It's the least I could do... When I'm the one who started it."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What? What do you mean you started it?"

"I--... I might've been the one that let it slip to Brandon that the Chancellor was your dad," Taerae admits, hanging his head in shame. "I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you sooner. And I'm so sorry that it created such a nuisance for you-- that Brandon would bother you like that. That you'd have to pretend to date me. But he needed to feel bad for what he did... and we both know he wasn't going to unless it could mean trouble for him."

You just smile. "A bunch of people knew about my dad, Taerae. He would've found out eventually, anyway. You just... sped up the process, I guess," you forgive with a laugh. "So that's what you meant, huh? When you said he'd regret it?"

"Wow, not to sound like a vigilante or anything," Taerae snorts, shaking his head hearing his own words recounted to him. "But seriously, who could be so stupid as to get the chance to go out with you and completely waste it? I would never--."

He cuts himself off, seemingly considering whether or not he should continue.

"You would never what?" You prompt curiously.

Taerae swallows. "I would never stop going out with you," he says softly. "If I could."

You're frozen as he speaks, only waiting for him to say more.

"If you didn't think I was gross and if this wasn't just some plan to shut up the actual guy you liked..." He nods, meeting your gaze. "I would want to keep going out with you."

Your stomach flips as your best friend since childhood says these words to you. It's not a joke. It's not part of this plan you'd concocted. It's not even a dream.

"I like you," Taerae says earnestly, hugging his knees closer to his chest as the sun starts to set. "And I'm sorry if that ruins everything."

You're not immediately sure what the right thing to say is. You lean back on your hands, fingers gripping the grass as you stare up at the sky turning pink. If you thought about it, you'd spent more time with Taerae throughout your life than almost anybody else. Your introverted, intelligent, annoying-as-all-hell best friend; one of the greatest loves of your life, alongside all of your pets and your mom. A bit of an awkward kid, he had grown up quite handsomely. Was that wrong to say? How could you think that about Taerae?

But why was your heart still racing? Surely the actual anxiety of the confession had warn off by now. But the booming thud in your chest betrays you. You had dated Taerae this whole week and not even once had you actually wished it would stop. He was cute with you, always paid for your food; he never once stood you up-- he even kissed you that one time, even if it was to show off in front of Brandon. And you never hated any of it.

Moreover, you liked it.

Had you been dating Taerae for real this whole time?

Suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, seeing a message from your dad lighting up the screen:

What is this I hear about you and Kim Taerae dating? The kid that used to run around our house with snot hanging out his nose? Is this true?

You look over at Taerae who is now mirroring you, leaning back with his hands in the grass and gazing up at the sunset beside you. When he notices you staring, he turns to you with a shy smile that causes your heart to gently flutter.

You can't help but smile back at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth before quickly typing a reply to your dad:

Yeah. It is. :)

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valssom · 1 year

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seowon doodles because i dont know how else i can promote him uhhh

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genjv4rse · 1 year

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IM GOING ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT CRAZY OVER HOT SUMMER RICKY OMLLL THE SMIRK ON THE FIRST PIC JSJSJSJ THAT B&W PIC 😃😃😃 THAT BODY SHOT WHAT HELP HE GIVES OFF THIS DARK VILLAIN AURA 🛐🛐🛐

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bp-zb1fics · 11 months

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A little crazy

pairing: overprotective bf shanbin x s/o reader

genre: university au on unhingedness (same verse as perils, and no, it's not lasik), fluff

tw/tags: established relationship, some stereotypical characters, hanbin has a few quirks, character study lowkey, unwanted flirting, unintentional flirting, pet names, intimidation, he's sweet but a psycho, drinking, getting a lil tipsy, lowkey stalker vibes but not really, for plot purposes we will find it cute, threatening, idk how to tag this pls tell me if i missed something

wc: 2078

summary: your boyfriend is legitimately the sweetest person ever…except when someone tries to make moves on you. Then he gets…well…

a/n my advanced birthday fic for hanbin! Bc idk why I thought it was today I must have hallucinated but also idk if I have time to post on the actual day bc of real life commitments lmao whoops I struggle and try my best. Shout out to Kara aka @boysplanetmorelike for sparking this lil idea~

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It’s not like he was perfect, even if people liked to think he was. Well, yes he is very boyfriend. That’s why he’s your boyfriend.

You, of all people, can attest to the fact he isn’t perfect. You’ve seen his hair in the morning. He’s definitely not at his prettiest. Sometimes he becomes a little control freak. You know that. You’re the one who they call to get him before he makes one of the poor freshmen cry unintentionally and then ends up feeling guilty about it and apologising profusely for the rest of the day, your poor soft-hearted man. And some might argue that yes he has his little ticks but they’re only minor character flaws if they can be considered flaws at all.

If only they knew.

Those who have had the pleasure of getting to know Sung Hanbin on a more, well, personal level are probably the only ones who will ever know. Poor souls, really.

And perhaps it isn’t as effective to explain as it is to show what exactly one of his more problematic personality issues is. Let’s take one unsuspecting, innocent afternoon.

Perspective. You’ve just finished class. It’s a pleasant day. You decide to meet at one of the benches under the trees outside your building. His class finishes a bit after yours so you wait, scrolling through your phone, peaceful, unbothered.

Enter unfortunate victim. For the purpose of this exercise, he shall remain unnamed. We’ll call him Victim #444. Or well, that guy.

He’s your typical fuckboy. Good looking in a sort of lukewarm way, hugely overconfident, probably thinks he has a bigger dick than he actually does, a horrible flirt, we’ve all met that type.

You share a class together. That’s how he makes conversation. Otherwise, he might not dare to approach at that time. Your talk goes something like this.

“Hey, you’re in Choi-seongsaengnim’s class too right?”

“Yeah?” You look up from your phone and he’s just there. He takes a seat on the same bench without asking. Well, it’s public property but he’s a little closer than you would like.

“He’s such a hardass, don’t you think? Like sure, he knows the lesson but he doesn’t need to act like this is the only class we’re taking.”

“Well, I mean-”

“-Like seongsaengnim, come on, I have a life outside of trying to figure out what the fuck your lessons mean.” You can add self-absorbed and stupid to this one’s list of notable traits.

“I think-” And definitely not letting you get a word in.

“Speaking of, have you got a partner for the latest project? Because, you know, I’ve been asked but I’m happy to make an exception if you want to pair up.”

“Actually, I already have-”

“Let me give you my number so we can contact each other? Maybe meet up, you know? I’ve got a nice little place to myself on the other side of campus.”

Ugh, as if. He’s leaning in so close that you can smell his cheap cologne. Before you can get up from the bench, arms wrap around you from the back and a very familiar voice coos in your ear.

“Ahh nae sarang, sorry I’m late.”

You turn your head, leaning into him.

“Hi Binnie-yah.”

He beams at you before directing his stare at the other guy. And so it begins.

“Oh, who’s this?”

You’re pretty sure Hanbin knew who this was. He knew who everyone was and at least one notable thing about them because he was quirky like that. Well, he wasn’t known as the university’s social butterfly for nothing. And you don’t want to spoil his fun so you let the guy introduce himself.

“Ah, you’re taking that major, yeah? So Junho-yah is your senior, how is he these days?”

“Oh, ah yes, Junho-sunbaenim’s been doing well, I don’t really see him around much actually.”

And bingo. The guy starts squirming. Faster than it usually takes. Your boyfriend’s made himself comfortable even though he’s half-hunched over and resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at the other guy with an unwavering stare. Sort of the way a spider would probably look at a fly before, well, you know.

“Really, well last I heard from him, he was complaining about how disrespectful his underclassmen are…but you’re not like that, aren’t you?”

“Ah, no, of course not sunbaenim.”

You can feel Hanbin’s smile get wider, his eyes crinkling in a way that you find adorable but you suspect might not be as cute for your unfortunate companion.

“That’s good, keep up the good work. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if any of my underclassmen were being disrespectful. Ah well, actually I can….”

He pauses and you swear that the guy stops breathing.

“...and I can definitely say that they’ll be very sorry that they even tried that with me.” Hanbin continues cheerily.

Suddenly he walks over and starts patting him on the shoulder. The guy flinches back.

“So next time, remember to be on your best behaviour and keep being polite, hmm? Don’t be so obvious? Maybe try not to be so shameless, yeah?”

“Ah, yes, of course, sunbaenim. Actually I- I just remembered I- I have to go- ah- sorry to disturb um- excuse me-”

You watch as he does a roughly 90 degree bow to both of you before walking off quickly.

“Less than 5 minutes, Binnie, that’s a new record.”

And your cute boyfriend is back, pouting and grabbing at your hands and squeezing them softly. If you were anyone else, you would have gotten whiplash.

“It’s not my fault if I want you all to myself, hmmm?”

Did you mention that your boyfriend was a little off in the head? Not in the should-be-confined-to-the-mental-hospital way but that slight sort of insanity that possesses him when someone tries to go for his little brother (rip Gunwook) or his little sister or his close friends or well, you.

And everyone else? Everyone else was not safe. If murder was legal, literally everyone else would probably be fearing for their lives. Which is probably a good thing that murder isn’t legal. Those incredibly lucky bastards.

Take one of the freshmen trying to chat you up during a party. They’ve been incredibly nice all evening, pouring you drinks and asking you all sorts of thoughtful questions about the major. So yes, you’re very happy to answer and give them little tips on how to ace a certain project.

“And it’s honestly fine if you mess up a little on your first test for Hwang-seongsaengnim’s class, he’s very nice when it comes to students forgetting a few names so don’t stress too much about it and make sure to ace the extra credit he gives.”

“Oh, thank you so much sunbaenim. That’s so helpful, I’ll definitely try my best.”

You can’t help but smile. So cute. Maybe it was the alcohol but you remember how it was like being a wide-eyed, overeager freshman listening attentively to your own seniors.

“It’s really no problem. Ask me anything, anytime. Seriously, don’t be afraid if you need advice.”

You reach over to pat them, swaying just a little from the amount of soju running through your body. They’re awfully red as well. You wonder why.

“How are you getting home, sunbaenim? Do you live nearby? I can walk with you if you’re comfortable with that, I don’t think it’s too safe to be out at this time.”

“Oh it’s no worries, I’ll be taking them home.”

“Ah Hanbinnie, meet my new dongsaeng” you’re not too sure when he got here or even why he’s here but Hanbin’s incredibly warm and his hands around your waist feel so nice.

“This is my boyfriend.” You introduce him to the freshman. He dips his head in greeting as the other nearly tips over trying to bow. You make a concerned noise, making to catch the other but Hanbin firmly keeps you from moving, letting the freshman catch themselves instead.

“So nice to meet you, we’ll get going if that’s alright. It’s really not safe to be out this late, especially with someone you barely know.” You hardly register your boyfriend’s words but you’re not that drunk that you don’t know the smile he’s giving is about 95% fake and razor-sharp.

“Ah yes, get home safely, sunbaenim. I’ll find my way back so don’t worry.”

“Oh we won’t” You think you hear Hanbin say. Maybe. Could be your imagination. Because the next moment he’s nuzzling at your neck like a very spoiled cat, arms firmly holding you up as he guides you out of the bar and into the car.

“Nae sarang, you really need to take better care of yourself or I won’t want to let you out of my sight.” He says to you softly as he practically carries you into the passenger seat. It’s sweet, well the implication behind it is kinda creepy but you know he doesn’t mean it that way. (Does he?)

“You drove here?”

“Of course, I can’t let you go home all by yourself, can I?”

Like you said, there’s just a tiny screw loose in that head of his, considering the bar where you’re drinking is over an hour away from campus. You chalk it up to it being Hanbin. He can get a little paranoid on occasion.

And sometimes, he goes a bit psycho. A little. Not a lot. Still, according to Gunwook, it’s terrifying. You really wouldn’t know but you’ve seen it.

You’ve come to wait for his dance club to finish when someone collides into you. It’s not too hard but it still knocks you off your feet and onto the ground with a thud.

“Yah, watch where you’re going, huh? I have a performance next week and I could have injured myself.”

It’s definitely one of the newer members because you don’t recognise them. Before you can say anything, Seo Won, one of the veterans, is already helping you up and asking if you’re okay. The one that knocked you over huffs and is about to say something else when Hanbin calls their name sharply.

Your boyfriend’s eyes narrow and maybe you’re a little lightheaded from the fall but also from the way his shirt clings to his body and his hair weighed down by sweat. It’s kinda hot but you’re not admitting that out loud. Not now, at least. He calls the other member’s name again and gestures him over.

He speaks too quietly for you to hear anything. All you know is that the other’s face pales drastically and he bows several times, walking over and apologising to you before practically hightailing out of the room.

Hanbin’s all over you in a matter of seconds, practically lifting you off the ground. It’s not good for your heart. Seo Won quickly backs off.

“My poor sarang, are you okay? Do you need anything? Ice? Are you bruised anywhere? Let me check.”

You don’t ever see the person who knocked you over again. Ever. You’d wonder about it but you’ve learned that it was better not to question sometimes. Especially when Hanbin insists on carrying you around for the rest of the day and practically waits on you hand and foot until the bruises fade. And it’s just a bruise. You do admit to him later that maybe you find it attractive when he’s a shade pissed and sweaty. Maybe you both get a little sweaty after that. And later, when you’re rightfully tired and sprawled out on top of him, you think about it.

Really, you wonder what goes through his mind sometimes.

[cut scene]

Hanbin smiles, all teeth and no sympathy. It’s like the serial killer before the murder.

“You speak to anyone like that ever again and I can do injuring for you, understood? No, don’t talk, just nod if you’ve managed to get it into that head of yours, hmm?”

A nod. Hanbin likes it when they’re like this. Quiet and white-faced and sweating nervously.

“Now go apologise to them. Sincerely. Like you mean it. And then, get lost. I don’t want to see your face for awhile, yes?”

Another nod. They take one step back and make to turn around.

“Oh wait.”

They freeze.

“Remember. Sincerely, okay? And don’t think I won’t know if it isn’t.”

A final nod.

“Very good. Now go.”

They go. Hanbin sighs. God, you’re going to drive him insane one day. (He already is)

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just this once, okay?

kim gyuvin x reader

you find yourself sitting by the river, watching the sun dip below the horizon. the sky is a masterpiece of warm colors - oranges, pinks, and purples blend together in a stunning display of beauty. the water in the river glimmers in the light, reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky above.

as you sit and take in the beauty around you, you can hear the gentle sound of the river flowing by. the water moves slowly, peacefully, almost as if it's putting on a show just for you. you can see the outline of trees in the distance, their branches silhouetted against the bright orange and pink sky.

you close your eyes for a moment, just taking in the peaceful atmosphere around you. as you open your eyes, you see gyuvin, walking towards you, a soft smile etched on his face. he sits down next to you and takes in the same beautiful view. you can feel your heart race as he rests his head on your shoulder, and you lean into him, enjoying the warmth of their presence. “i swear friends aren’t usually this close?” you ask, your hand going to play with the ring on his finger which you gave him for valentines day.

“just this once okay?”

you scoff at his words and felt your heart go even faster as he captured your fingers and laced them with his own. “it’s more than okay.”

“the big day is coming up fast! you guys better fix up soon or you’ll make a big embarrassment out of yourself!” the coaches words drag you out your memories and her eyes land right on yours, her pupils burning into your own. after a short bow, you run to the stands and quickly start to pack your stuff up.

“where are you going?” your friend, hanni asks, handing you a water bottle whilst you stuffed your clothes in your bag. “i need to give my dumb excuse of a brother his lunch, please come with me i refuse to be around those boys alone.” you plead, watching as she hesitates before nodding slowly. (a/n: i had to include my enha babies somehow)

“you mean you don’t want to be around gyuvin.” she frowns, knowing the history between the two of you. “you know i can tell heeseung to fix up so you don’t have to see him anymore.” she grabs a hold of your hands and you look up to her sadly.

“i don’t have a choice either way, im a cheerleader and he’s in the football team. what else am i gonna cheer for? the grass?” you squeeze her hand and pick up your bag, walking ahead whilst trying to get the thought of gyuvin out your head.

you arrive outside the boys changing room and quickly send him a message that probably wasn’t even legible but you could care less. you want to be out of the premises immediately.

“hiiii.”

you spin around and your eyes fall upon the youngest of the team, yujin. the only one who you could actually tolerate and weirdly reminded you of your brother.

“my little football player! how are you yujin, i hope you aren’t overworking yourself.” you grab his cheeks with your hand and smile at him fondly. you were used to yujin’s presence- after all he was gyuvin’s best friend. what you didn’t know however, is that yujin missed you so much. likewise to yourself, yujin found you oddly similar to his older sister and looked up to you in many ways.

“i’ve been good! heeseung is taking good care of me and i’m excited to play later on this week.”

before you could even open your mouth to respond, a hand slapped yours off of yujin’s face. “he’s not your little football player, plus don’t you have some flips to be learning?” hanni rolls her eyes and held her middle finger up to the boy who towered over her.

“is everything okay?” you look to the side and muster up a fake smile to heeseung, throwing the bag which contained his lunch. “yeah just great, don’t forget it again please.” you rush off and drag hanni with you, failing to recognise the small wave which yujin directed towards you.

“have you actually spoken to him? like why he suddenly started acting like a dick?” hanni looks back ensuring he wasn’t anywhere near.

you frown as you tried to search for an answer. “honestly? i have no clue. he literally treated me so well i was basically in love with him and then just left. was i a bet or something?”

“don’t think of it like that. there has to be a good reason, he wouldn’t do something stupid when heeseung is literally his captain.”

and you were doing the opposite. you couldn’t even concentrate on practice and now it was game day but instead of shitting yourself, you thought about the fact that gyuvin would be basking in the limelight whilst you had to deal with the weirdos who got excited over a little bit of skin. you stand by the mirror, attempting to hype yourself up but all you could think about was that stupid boy who toyed with your feelings.

“nervous?”

you look at the figure who was emerging and plaster a solemn smile across. “i wish i was nervous, instead i’m going crazy about my feelings.”

“could you sort out gyuvin for me?.” you snap around.

“heeseung i swear to god if you’re here to wind me-

he scofs and ruffles a hand through your hair. “relax, he’s just really off right now and i thought you might’ve had something to do with it.” you slap his arm away as you hear the announcement for the cheerleaders to make their way to the pitch and snatch your pom poms, walking towards the exit.

“well i don’t know what you want me to do about it.”

as soon as you exit onto the pitch, you flash your best smile and wave at the screaming crowd, slowly jogging to your position. your team huddles around and the coach starts rambling on about keeping safety but you couldn’t help but search for the brunette amongst the practice runs.

“stop thinking about him for these next 3 minutes or you’ll get hurt.” hanni says, looking at you cautiously. and for those 3 minutes you surprisingly did pretty well. maybe it was the crowd going crazy after each tumble or the few seconds where you felt like you could fly- but you delivered exactly what everyone wanted.

as you run off the pitch, you feel a sense of pure joy and accomplishment, knowing that you gave your all out there. instead of walking back out to watch the game, you decide to keep your little happy streak for a bit and walk to the food and drink stalls, getting a slushy to cool yourself down from the intense workout you just completed. “hey!” do people just love to randomly appear behind you?

“jay? aren’t you meant to be on the pitch? is everything okay?” the anxious look on his face made you feel nervous immediately. the boy hesitates before looking at you sincerely.

“it’s-.” he pauses and you squint at him, “it’s gyuvin. we don’t know what happened but he’s literally dragging us down! and we think you’re the only person who could get through to him!”

it was as if someone had pressed mute on the world. really? after the way he treated you, you’re the only person that could get through to him. maybe tell him to look at all his fangirls and he’ll get that energy boost.

“LETS GOO!”

you jump as the stadium erupts in cheers and jay’s face only drops. “you hear those cheers? those are not for us. come on, you can scream at me all you want-“ you cover your ears as the screams cut his words off. he knew you were on the plan as the look in your eyes turned from confusion to anger.

you were extremely petty. yes, you were mad at gyuvin for treating you like shit. but you were more mad that he wanted to let the whole school down because of it. (you also didn’t want your brother to get mad at him, because he was terrifying)

for the second time, you enter the pitch again but this time you were filled with anger. “kim gyuvin!” you scream, piercing the boy with your eyes. “kim gyuvin! wake the fuck up!” the whole of the football squad immediately look at you but you didn’t care. “stop being selfish and play the fucking game. we both know- in fact everyone knows you’re a good player.”

the anger that was boiling in your head only worsened when that stupid smirk appeared on his face and you just knew that he was going to make one of his stupid remarks, but not this time. “no, keep your mouth shut just this once okay?”

gyuvin’s world stops as you utter those words. the same words the both of you would always make as an excuse to brush away the feelings which were most definitely there. his eyes soften and for the first time in what felt like forever, you see the gyuvin which your heart ached for.

“just this once, stop being a selfish prick and don't you dare look at me that way. not now, after every you’ve done!” you yell, tears daring to spill at any moment.

your words hit him like a knife. he looks around at his teammates who were also begging him to fix up. the whistle blows and you jog towards the bench where your teammates were sitting. you ignore their questions and plop down, deciding to completely focus on the game.

you're at the edge of your seat, watching intently as your team struggles to catch up. the score is tied at 3-3, and there's only a few minutes left in the game. the tension is palpable as the ball bounces back and forth between the two teams.

suddenly, your heart leaps as heeseung breaks away from the pack with the ball. you hold your breath as heeseung races towards the opposing team's goal, dribbling the ball with ease. you can hear the crowd shouting and cheering, and your heart races as heeseung approaches the goal. was this it?

in a flash, heeseung shoots the ball towards the goal, but you feel your heart drop as the goalkeeper manages to swat it away. just when it seems like all hope is lost, gyuvin jumps in and scores the winning goal with the rebound. the crowd erupts into cheers and the players swarm around gyuvin to celebrate.

you can hardly believe it- you scream with everyone as hanni snatches you and you start jumping aimlessly.

“go get your golden boy.” she giggles, grabbing your head and helping you fix your vision towards the pitch. you see gyuvin’s desperate looks for you and you take a few steps forward. as your eyes meet, you scan his for that same look which you saw before.

and that’s exactly what you were met with.

he sprints towards you with arms open wide, it’s all he’s been wanting to do. you meet him halfway and give him a huge hug, jumping up and down in excitement. he wraps his arms tightly around you and in that moment, everything else fades away and it's just the two of you. “i have a lot of explaining to do don’t i?”

you lean your head back to look into his eyes once more and feel that same feeling in your stomach that you felt at the river.

“yes. yes you do. but i think you deserve to celebrate. but just this once, okay?”

“i think that’s more than okay.”

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I FEEL LIKE THIS NEEDS A PART 2? DO I WRITE A PART 2? anyways this didn't come out how i wanted to lmao

#kim gyuvin #kim gyuvin x reader #boys planet #boys planet scenarios #boys planet 999 #boys planet imagines #kimgyuvinnn #yuehuaz #hanyujin #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone #zb1

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