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[bp-zb1fics]

My heart keeps on

pairing: na kamden x secret s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse  (finale), angst ish, fluff

tw/tags: long distance relationship, very emo in general, a lot of tears LIKE A LOT, you surprise kamden twice, citing ep 12 as my ref for all this, kinda secret relationship, realities of dating a trainee/idol, reunions so more emo, cuddles, cheek kissing, using a pic as a page break, yes the title is fr kam’s rap in switch ty for noticing 💜

wc: 2178

summary: kamden hasn’t seen you in over a year. you surprise him.

a/n this was supposed to be a gift fic for 101 followers but y'all are 200 now 😭😱 omg so thanks so much for supporting my little blog!!! I know this took a little longer than expected so thanks so much for patiently waiting! 💜Special thanks to the anon who sent me an ask about missing kamden and especially to @seok02 for giving me the motivation to finish this fic and kinda just helping me with the overall process 💜💜💜

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“Star Creator, we always thank you and love you!”

They wrap up the pajama party livestream, thanking the staff and staying to chat as the cameras are switched off. (Or so they think, lol)

“The vibe was pretty good,” Kamden tells Matthew. The other boy agreeing instantly.

“I think we were able to show new sides of ourselves.”

Suddenly the staff play a recording, surprising them all. It’s video messages from Star creators all over the world for them to watch. Kamden grabs a fluffy pillow as he watches everyone slowly get emotional. Seungeon cries. Zhang Hao cries. Yujin cries. Almost everyone is crying. 

Kamden gets a message from a fan in Norway, which is pretty cool. Then, something he never expected happens. He recognises your voice before he even realises it’s you.

“Kamden, annyeong~”

The pillow falls off his lap.

It’s you. It’s really you. You who he hasn’t been able to video call in a few days because of practice and your schedule and the time difference. He almost calls out your name but it sits tight in his throat, unable to reach you. 

You’re on screen, wearing one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him, holding onto the plushie he bought for you at that silly little shop after you insisted it looked like him. God, he hasn’t seen you in over a year.

“Dude, you okay?” Jay asks him softly.

He must look like an idiot, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly open, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I’ve been watching Boy’s Planet since the teasers were released. And you’ve always been my favourite.”

Kamden knows. You’ve been spamming your chat with him with all these little clips from the PR videos to the behind the scenes footage. Screenshots of you voting for him on the Mnet+ app, comments you’ve left on his fancam videos, even the funny memes you found of him on Twitter all greet him when he opens his phone after practice.

Hope my favourite trainee is doing well and staying healthy! Take care of yourself and know I’m always rooting for you! I love and miss you so much! Hoping for your debut!

Your messages are his favourite. And speaking of:

“I’ve made a little compilation of photos right here. I hope you like how I decorated them, I really tried my best~”

All the trainees ooh and ahh over the handmade album you bring up to the screen compiled with photos of him from the program and cute little notes and stickers. Kamden can’t move, can’t talk. 

Because that’s your album, the one you had insisted on starting when he and you began dating. He knows that if you flipped to the other pages, it would be full of photos of both of you, dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, awards that either of you might have won, events that were important to you or him or both of you, everything carefully labelled. It was one of your favourite things to print out all the photos and he’d help you decorate them.

He can’t believe you kept that up after he left for Korea.

“You’ve stood out to me in every performance. You’re so talented and so many people are cheering you on so please remember to have confidence in yourself.” Your voice wavers a little towards the end of the sentence and as slight as it is, he catches that. He knows you.

Kamden only registers the wetness on his cheeks when the tears are already going, fast and furious. He reaches up, trying to dab them away gently with his sleeve. On screen, you blink rapidly and he knows you’re trying your best not to cry either. Even thousands of miles away, on a video you probably recorded weeks ago, you and him are still in sync. Maybe the rest of the trainees don’t see it but he does. Of course he does.

“I hope you take care of yourself always. Make sure to eat enough and get enough rest. I’ll be voting for you everyday so just do your best in practice and performing and us Star Creators will take care of the rest. We’ll support you so you can achieve your dream of debuting~”

To everyone else, you were just a particularly supportive fan. But to Kamden, you were his person, the one he was devoted to and he can’t help it, sobbing a little into his sleeve. Several pats on the back as the other trainees around him try to comfort him. He can’t help but cry even more. Why were you so far away? Why couldn’t you be here where he could hug you and kiss you and just be with you?

“Na Kamden hwaiting! Saranghae~”

That’s it. He turns and buries his face fully into his hands as if doing that would soak up all the tears that won’t stop coming. Matthew and Jay have scooted over, voices overlapping as they rub his shoulders and back and ask what’s wrong. Even Zhang Hao’s hovering a little on the side, equally concerned.

Maybe he’ll say something later, when there are no mics and no cameras. He’s been training for years and you’ve both agreed that in a career like the one he aspires to get into, keeping it quiet would be the best. Idols don’t date. Idols don’t have a significant other in a whole other country that they call when they can find free time. Even when it comes to casual conversation where there isn’t a camera directly trained on them, Kamden just doesn’t say anything.

They do ask him later. And when he says you’re a close friend he hasn’t seen in awhile, their faces light up in recognition. He leaves it at that.

You walk into the arena with a little trepidation. 

It’s all been a blur. Packing your things, flying to Korea, meeting up with Kamden’s mom and brother who have been kind enough to get you a ticket pass for the family section. Of course, he has no idea you’re even here.

You’re quite a bit more nervous about surprising him than you thought. While you’d give anything to see him again, it was a little risky in such a public venue with so many people watching and cameras everywhere filming almost any angle. Maybe you can be discreet enough if you do break down but Kamden’s on stage, the spotlights bright and on him. Fans are probably filming him on their own devices.

At this point, you’ll just have to trust your boyfriend to keep his reactions to a believable level. You don’t stand too close to his family, trying to keep your distance but also staying near enough that you’d be in the same general direction if Kamden glanced your way.

You end up on the side, along with a few other people who seem to be dressed as discreetly as you, masks on too. The looks you exchange seem to come to a general understanding of why you’re all here and who you’re here for.

Kamden doesn’t notice you when the Top 18 first file in. You don’t expect him to but you see him though. There’s a growing knot in your stomach, emotions welling up from actually seeing him not through a screen but so close that you could walk on stage and touch him. You don’t do that, of course. But still, he’s so near that it almost hurts not being able to throw yourself into his arms for a hug.

You’ve wanted this so much, especially after more than a year of not seeing him. But right now, you feel frozen. You only watch as they start getting into positions for the signal song. Fans are cheering, even the family members and friends of the trainees are calling out words of support. Still, your voice sticks to your throat, as much as you want to shout out, something keeps you from doing it.

Good thing Kamden’s brother does it for you. It probably surprises you and his mom more than it should but who can blame you when he almost never does that? Kamden’s surprised too, maybe it’s a twin thing but he immediately stands up straighter looking for where his brother’s voice is coming from.

And then he sees you.

His eyes meet yours and they widen considerably. His mouth even drops open a little. You’re smiling so much and you’re sure it shows from how your eyes crinkle, just a little glossy. But you’re not going to cry just yet. Instead, you wave at him. He can’t do much more than give a little wave back before they seem to be ready to start filming. 

Suddenly, your heart feels just a little lighter. You step back and watch him dance the signal song. You’ve seen him do it a thousand times, every time you stream his video. It feels so surreal, being able to see it like this, right in front of you. When the song ends, you see his eyes flick back in your direction, searching for your face. When he finds it, his expression brightens.

It’s amazing, watching someone you love do what they love. Sure, you’ve seen Kamden dance, you’ve gotten him to sing and even rap for you a little before. But it’s different with the stage and the lights and the crowd and he looks so comfortable there. You laugh when you see the Jelly Pop teaser, maybe you’ll get him to wear that dress again, just so you can get photos. The final song is almost bittersweet and you try your best but a few tears do slip out.

He’s messaged you about barely making it to the finale, you’ve monitored the program, watched his rank. You both know his chances are slim. But they’re possible. Still, he’s told you that he’s prepared for the equal possibility of not debuting. His company should have plans, he assured you. You watch him walk over to every one of his fellow trainees who’ve made it to debut, offering hugs and congratulating them. And as the number of spots dwindle, you keep your hopes up but you begin to accept it as well.

By the time they’ve called third, you watch as he walks over to Matthew, one of the trainees he’s closest with from what he’s told you. Maybe he lingers a little longer. Maybe you catch his eyes as he looks over. Hwaiting! You mouth, shaking your fists a little in encouragement. The emotions are swirling inside you. When the camera pans over to him, he’s teary eyed, covering his face the way he always does when he gets like that. You can’t help it. The emotions are starting to spill over and you breathe between the occasional tears.

After they announce the ninth place, everything suddenly starts moving so fast and so slow. They wrap up filming. The audience begins to file out. The cameras switch off one by one. You go backstage.

When he walks in, mic gone, still in that uniform that you keep teasing about, you don’t hold back. His arms wrap around you and you fall into him, holding him so tightly you wish you didn’t need to let go. And then both of you start crying.

“I missed you so much, Kam.” You’re holding onto the fabric of his jacket, gripping at it so desperately you’re almost afraid it might rip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He manages, his head somehow buried on your shoulder, tears soaking the cloth of your shirt.

“Surprise?” It comes out weak, a little shaky as you both laugh brokenly through your sobs.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds you even tighter, like he’s afraid you might fade into thin air.

“I’ll be here for a while.” You tell him. “I wish I could’ve come sooner but-”

“It’s okay seriously, you’re here now.” If he squeezes you anymore, you feel like your heart might burst. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He goes back with you. There’s few brief introductions to Jay and Matthew and a few other trainees he’s grown close with, nudges and knowing looks and raised eyebrows. But it’s nothing to stress about, you manage to make it back under the radar.

You feel him watching you as you grab a few more things from your suitcase after both of you have showered and you’re wearing another one of his old shirts. Before you know it, your legs are tangled together, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands intertwined. 

“I don’t want to sleep,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream and you aren’t here.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Kam.” You reassure him, lifting your head to kiss his cheek. Even in the privacy of this room, he blushes.

“Even if I didn’t make it, at least I have you.”

“You do, Kam. You always do.” And you know he will make it, one day.

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[jebewonmorelike]

I Didn't Think You Had It In You

(part one - "devil by the whiteboard") wc: 5k (i'm so sorry, longest one yet i've gotta chill but it's WORTH IT I PROMISE) pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some mean!hanbin and some infatuated!hanbin :) also this one's funnier than the last one warnings for alternate ending: suggestive/mature content - minors dni!! (link to it is *in* the fic for proprer conext/placement) summary: studentbodypresident!hanbin is majorly regretting the grief he's put introvertedrival!reader through for their entire academic career. i wonder how he'll try to make it up them... ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ *edited to say that... i edited this haha and it should be free of errors now* FINALLY DONE. PART TWO OF MY MASTERPIECE. lmaoooo. omg super secret surprise ending; my first attempt at such. hope you read both endings tho bc i really like them both :) love y'alllllll gonna go to bed now that i've marathon wrote this for 5 hours!

“WHAT!?” You shout, the shock of the words that just echoed through the hallway nearly knocking the air out of your lungs as you whip around to face the boy who uttered them.

You expect to see him smirking back at you, eyes taunting and mean. But what you find instead appears to be a look of surprise somewhat mirroring your own.

"You heard me that time, too," Hanbin responds quietly, averting your gaze.

You stare at the boy in front of you for a while, desperately trying to fill your lungs back up with the air you had lost. But the more oxygen you take in, the more anger you feel brewing in your blood. Abruptly, you start to walk back to where Hanbin stands in the middle of the hallway and the closer you get, the wider his eyes grow.

Only a few inches away from him now, Hanbin is staring back at you unblinkingly and you swear his cheeks are redder than they normally are. Without thinking, your hands reach up and connect with his chest--

Hanbin stumbles back as you push him, lips parting in surprise despite the lack of force behind your shove. Your hands remain on his chest as shock at your own actions suddenly renders you immobile.

Your face is mere centimeters from his for the second time tonight, both of you staring at each other; unsure what to do next. Hanbin coughs first, the tips of his ears now matching the scarlet of his cheeks. He places his hands on top of yours and removes them from his chest wordlessly.

You're positive that your cheeks are heating up now, too. You take a shaky breath before managing to clumsily demand, “What’s... What's wrong with you!? Why would I ever go out with you!?”

You watch as Hanbin's expression suddenly shifts, the condescending look returning to his eyes. “Maybe so you’d finally have someone to eat lunch with other than the collector’s edition of Jane Eyre.”

You frown, suddenly uneasy that Hanbin must have seen you alone in the library during lunch before. You wondered what other observations he was sitting on until it was the right time to shame you with them. Quietly, you lie, "I have people to eat lunch with."

"The Bronte Sisters don't count," he says with a smirk.

You swallow the lump in your throat that's starting to build. "I don't need anyone to eat lunch with."

"Hey, it's okay," he coos mockingly. "No need to cry. You cry enough during lunch as it is."

"You are such a bastard," you spit, watching as Hanbin's eyes seem to light up at the fire igniting in you once more. "Even if I wanted someone to eat lunch with, what gives you the audacity to suggest that that someone should be you!?"

He's just staring at you again, but his expression now seems to be one of awe rather than blank shock— though it's unrecognizable to you with white hot rage clouding your vision.

"You are a despicable human being, Hanbin. You're a liar; you're a phony. And now you've even become a cheat! You have never caused me to feel anything other than annoyance, anger and, tonight, disdain. But now..."

Hanbin's eyebrows raise slightly as he waits for you to continue.

"Now I can't help but pity you, too. Would it really have been so bad if my team won the Decathlon? Is your ego that fragile that you'd rather sabotage all of your integrity than to fail publicly? I feel so bad for you that you'd risk ruining your entire reputation in some misguided attempt to save it."

"I wasn't--," he says quietly, but you cut him off and he doesn't protest.

"I let you push me around, because I thought it was in everybody's best interest. But now that I've watched you stoop so low, I'm not making excuses anymore," you say, determinedly. "So, after I've said all this, I'll ask again: why would I ever want to go out with you, Sung Hanbin?"

It takes awhile for a response to appear on Hanbin's face and, once it does, you're a bit shaken at how unrecognizable it is. He seems to notice how you're looking at him and clears his throat before forcing himself to laugh in offense.

“I was just joking! No need to be so—… Why would I ever want to go out with you? Like I'm not way out of your league," he rambles haughtily, shaking his head in disbelief. "I just thought it might make joining my team seem like a better idea by comparison.”

"Well, it didn't," you declare, knowing there had to have been a motive behind Hanbin's words but still feeling a bit foolish for having almost considered believing them. "I'm not joining Blue Team next year. And now I don't think I'll be joining any team next year."

"What!?" Hanbin exclaims, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean you're not joining a team next year? You love Decathlon!"

You smile sadly. "I do. It's too bad you had to go and ruin it."

"I didn't know that you wouldn't--," he starts, fumbling his sentence and starting again as if he's panicking. "I didn't want you to quit! (Y/N), that's not--."

"I really hope you're happy now that you got what you wanted, Hanbin," you cut him off, making your way back to the exit doors and throwing them open. Over your shoulder, you call:

"You win!"

~

“If I had a penny for every time I caught you reading this book…” 

The sudden voice startles you, your collector’s edition of Jane Eyre falling from your hands and onto the table. The book shuts closed before you have a chance to mark the page you’re on.

“Oh,” Hanbin mumbles awkwardly. “Sorry.”

You open the book back up, quickly flipping to the page and placing your bookmark in it before setting it back down.

“I guess you would have every page memorized by now,” Hanbin says with a laugh. 

You frown at him suspiciously. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything except to have lunch with you,” he says smiling ear-to-ear, before glancing at your book. “And Miss Bronte, of course.”

You roll your eyes, picking up your sandwich for the first time since you sat down. “Well we both would rather gauge our eyes out than make small talk with you.”

“Oh, ouch,” Hanbin says as he bites his lip in a smirk. “Should I call your bluff?”

You pick up the spoon for your yogurt, immediately raising it to your eye before Hanbin reaches out in a panic and wraps his hand around yours. He lowers your hand that’s holding the spoon back down to the table with a nervous laugh.

“You’re a funny one, aren’t you?” Hanbin asks rhetorically, nodding as he pops off the lid to his soup and spoons it into his mouth. “This is nice! Why haven’t we done this before?”

Your face scrunches up in confusion. “Because I hate you.”

“No, we hate each other,” he corrects, eating another spoonful of soup. “Friendship is a two-way street.”

You choke a bit on your sandwich, coughing to clear your throat before exclaiming, “We are NOT friends!”

“But we could be,” Hanbin muses far-too happily. “Wouldn’t that be great?”

“No,” you answer plainly.

“It would be better than what we are now, right? Think about it: we would be a pretty unstoppable duo!”

“I wouldn't be your friend even if you paid me,” you spit. “And I know you’re really into paying people to get what you want lately.”

“Oh please, that was so three days ago,” Hanbin sighs exasperatedly. “Things were so much easier when you didn’t have a backbone. I pay to win one competition and you’re suddenly acting like you didn’t used to do everything I told you to?”

“I told you I’m not letting you push me around anymore,” you say definitively.

He smirks. “I just don’t really believe you…”

Your hand wraps around your spoon again, hurtling toward your right eyeball as Hanbin’s eyes widen in sudden fear. His hand reaches out to grab yours again, bringing it back down to the table in awkward silence.

“Please stop trying to impale yourself at the lunch table,” Hanbin requests quietly, attempting to steady his breathing. "I'll do anything you want, just do not make me have to carry your eyeball in my soup cup to the nurse's office."

You blink back at him. "Anything?"

"Oh, uh..." Hanbin says, clearly surprised that you clung onto his plea. "Did you want something... from me?"

You sigh, eating another spoonful of yogurt. "I have a proposal for Student Government."

"Oh sure, if you send it to me I can put my name on it and sign it," he says with a nod.

"No," you respond quickly.

"No? What do you--?"

"It's mine," you announce, placing your spoon down. "It's my proposal and it really means a lot to me and... I want everyone to know it's mine."

Hanbin looks at you curiously for a moment before a small smile graces his lips. He blinks at you as he whispers, "Cute."

"What?" You ask, one eyebrow raising in confused shock.

The boy in front of you's eyes widen for a moment before he shakes his head nonchalantly and looks down into his soup. "I meant, it's cute you think you'll be able to pitch it without puking..."

"I want you to pitch it," you respond, glaring back at him. "I know I can't make a speech to save my life. But people always like my words best when they come out of your mouth anyway."

Hanbin's eyes are doe-like as his lips form into a little surprised pout.

"So, could you pitch my proposal to the Student Council for me?" You ask, chewing your cheek. "All I want this time is the credit. It's really important to me so... I just..."

"Okay," he agrees, nodding gently. "I can do that."

You blink back at him. "Really?"

"Sure, I can help you," Hanbin says, before adding with a smirk:

"We're friends now, after all."

~

You take your seat at the far right of the Officers’ Table, adjusting your name plaque after neatly tucking your bag under your chair. It’s been two weeks since the last Student Government meeting and you are incredibly excited about the new proposal you’ve drawn up in support of increased mental health services on campus. You have to admit you’re glad that Hanbin had agreed to make the pitch speech for you.

“I’m excited to hear your proposal!” Stephanie, the Student Council Treasurer, says as she sits down next to you. “Are you nervous to pitch it? I know that public speaking is not your strong suit.”

Your eyebrows furrow confusedly at her question. “What do you mean? I’m not pitching it. Hanbin is.”

“Oh, um…” She smiles at you awkwardly. “Proposals can only be pitched by the member that created them! Those are the rules. I thought you knew that.”

“But I write Hanbin’s—…” You cut yourself off before you expose the Student Body President to the Treasurer. Your proposal is something you are terribly proud of and you want everyone to know it’s yours! But to find out now, only minutes away from the beginning of the meeting, that you’d have to be the one to present it to the entirety of the Student Government… Your vision is already burring with anxiety. All you can muster in response to Stephanie is, “Oh, okay.”

Completely frozen in fear, you’re only pulled out of your dissociative state when Stephanie taps you on the shoulder. She nods at you, gesturing with her hands for you to stand up. You scan the room, surprised when you realize it’s filled with the members of Student Government and that you must’ve zoned out for the entire first half of the meeting.

“Wait—,” Hanbin interjects from where he sits on the other side of Stephanie. He frowns at you confusedly, continuing, “I thought I was reading (Y/N)’s proposal…”

Hyungjun, the Vice President, laughs on Hanbin’s left. “Pretending he doesn’t know the rules. This guy!”

Hanbin’s eyes widen as he glances at the other Officers, unsure of how to react.

“It’s (Y/N)’s proposal,” Stephanie thankfully elaborates. “So, obviously, (Y/N) has to pitch it. And breaking that rule is immediate grounds for a dismissal vote.”

“Oh,” Hanbin mumbles, slowly nodding as he must be considering— just as you had— how many times he should’ve had a dismissal vote called on him by now. “Obviously.”

“So, (Y/N), if you’ll please,” Hyungjun prompts, nodding his head for you to stand up and recite your proposal. You're positive that all the oxygen has left the classroom as you shakily rise to your feet.

Gathering your proposal paper in your hand, you stare at the words on the page-- suddenly rendered illiterate by the amount of fear coursing through your body. Your breathing is shallow and thin and you wonder how long it will take before you've fainted from the anxiety.

"Um, the--... the, um, proposal I am sharing today," you begin; the nervous stammering you always developed when forced to address a crowd rearing it's ugly and reliable head. "Is about--... Or, well, it's to address... It's to help fix the campus's lack of rental mealth hesources."

"Oh god," you hear Hanbin whisper under his breath as you completely flub your words. All of the Student Council members are now chuckling at your mistake as you shake your head quickly, trying to refocus yourself so you can continue.

"There's--... Um, there's plenty of evidence that," you say, eyes locked on your paper as you attempt to make sense of the proposal you'd written which now appears as nothing more to you than a page full of gibberish. "That... That this school... That it's--..."

"Is this a joke?" A Student Council member shouts from the back of the classroom, as you resign yourself to a mere dear in headlights. "Aren't you embarrassed? You're the Student Government Secretary and you can't even form a coherent sentence?"

"HEY!" An angry voice booms to your left as you try to force down the bile that's currently stinging your esophagus. The sudden shout jolts you back to awareness as you look to see who it came from.

"Do you want to leave?" Hanbin threatens, jaw set in an uncharacteristic public display of fury. "Would you care to explain how bullying a Student Government Officer is at all in line with your duty as a Council Member?"

The student's eyes widen as he stares back at the Student Body President in shock. "I--... I--..."

"Look who can't form a coherent sentence now," Hanbin says with a smirk. A few moments pass before Hyungjun clears his throat, causing Hanbin to remember where he is. He looks around at the room apprehensively before standing and bowing sheepishly to the rest of the Student Council.

"I'm so sorry for the disrespectful outburst," he apologizes, voice returning to its usual "perfect" tone and the dimples beneath his eyes cratering as he smiles embarrassedly. "But as Student Body President, I simply can't condone bullying. Especially of one of our Officers, who is..."

Hanbin finally looks at you, his eyes suspiciously genuine. He averts your gaze awkwardly after just a moment, turning back to address the rest of the Student Council members. "Who is the best Student Government Secretary I could've ever asked for. And whom unfortunately, has a terrible fear of public speaking."

You watch as the crowd of students begin to look down at their hands and their laps guiltily.

"(Y/N) has had incredible ideas for this school," Hanbin starts, his eyebrows raising when he remembers he can't actually mention all of the ideas you've had for this school-- as he had always been the one to pitch them and, in turn, pass them off for his own. He recovers, "That have never been heard by us before due to (Y/N)'s fear of public speaking! And it's a shame that on (Y/N)'s first attempt to show them to us, you responded with bullying and ridicule."

The students in the classroom are now all doe-eyed as they take in Hanbin's words and, as you realize what's going on, you have to suppress a laugh.

"Incredible," you whisper, shaking your head in disbelief at the boy that is Sung Hanbin.

"I think we should all treat each other with the utmost respect and kindness-- especially as members of the Student Government. And this, coincidentally, plays into (Y/N)'s proposal about mental health resources at our school," Hanbin continues, doing what he does best. "I think we should move to vote on this proposal immediately."

"You're right, Sunbaenim!" The same student that had hurled insults at you earlier agrees enthusiastically as he stands up from his seat, eyes practically turning to hearts as they gaze upon Hanbin. "We need to provide more anti-bullying and mental health resources for our students. I'm so glad you came up with this brilliant proposal!"

"Oh, I didn't! I--," Hanbin starts to correct, but you already know how this ends as you sit back down in your seat with a heavy sigh.

"What would we do without our shining Student Body President?" Another student calls, starting a round of applause for Hanbin.

You observe him quietly, watching as any signs of protest slowly leave his face. He smiles resignedly back at his peers, clasping his hands together to nod graciously at them as the other Officers join in on the applause as well.

Even when Sung Hanbin tried to help you, it all ended up falling perfectly back into his lap anyway.

~

"What page are we on now?"

You groan, slamming your book down on the table. "Is this going to be a pattern? Do I have to eat lunch in the bathroom from now on?"

"Not my ideal place to eat lunch, but," he pauses, placing his hands down flat on the table with a smile. "I'll brave it for you."

You pick up your collector's edition of Jane Eyre and drop it on his right hand.

He presses his lips together firmly, looking up to the corner of the room as he tries to ignore the pain. "Okay, I know yesterday didn't go like we'd hoped, but--."

"Like I hoped," you correct, shaking your head in disgust. "I asked you to read my proposal for me. And everyone just ended up pretending like it was yours anyway. And you went along with it!"

"Well--."

"Where is the 'we' in any of that?" You cut him off quickly, watching as his brow furrows. "There is no we. You stole my proposal; just like you stole the Decathlon."

Hanbin stares at you silently for a moment, before responding softly, "I'm sorry."

"Sure you are."

"I am!" He pleads and you hate to admit that he appears earnest. "Really, I didn't mean for that to happen. I stuck up for you when that asshole made fun of you! It's not like I didn't do anything at all."

You stare back at Hanbin wordlessly. He had stood up in front of the entire Student Council to scold that stupid kid in your defense. You'd never seen him get angry in front of people like that before. He'd always cared too much about his perfect, clean image.

"I want to make it up to you," he says with a nod. "So I have a proposal for you."

"Is it the one you stole from me?" You deadpan.

He sighs exasperatedly. "Shut up and let me tell you I have a spot for you on the Blue Team for the rest of this semester!"

You blink back at him in surprise. "What?"

"You deserve to win Scholastic Decathlon at least once, (Y/N)," Hanbin says with a smile. "And if you're really not gonna compete again next year then let me make it happen this season."

"Hanbin..." You falter, brow furrowing suspiciously. "Y-... your team is full."

"I told you there's always a spot for you," he rebuts quickly. "Ilsung's been pretty annoying recently anyway. Didn't you hear what he said about you at Regionals?"

Sighing annoyedly, you take a sip of your iced tea. "Hanbin, I can't join your team."

"Why not?" He whines, folding his hands on the table and resting his chin on them. "You'd be doing me a really big favor!"

"Aren't you the one whose supposed to be doing me a favor?"

Hanbin blinks up at you, pouting in a sickening display of cuteness. "Pleeeeaaase..."

"If you don't stop that right now, I will shove this entire bottle of tea UP your--."

"I'd like to see you try."

~

It's been a week since Hanbin had asked you to join the Blue Team for the remainder of the season. Since then, "Hanbin's" Student Government proposal regarding mental health resources on campus has passed three student votes and, today, a school-wide assembly is taking place to celebrate the proposal and the Student Body President's exceptional efforts.

Your moral obligation to your Secretary duties coming before your feelings, you had written Hanbin's speech for this afternoon just like you always did.

It has also been a week and a day since Hanbin started eating lunch with you in the library. No matter how hard you tried to bully him into leaving you alone to your collector's edition of Jane Eyre (or how hard you smacked him with various items from your lunchbox), your efforts were in vain.

Hanbin had no intentions of ceasing your "lunch dates", as he called them (always prompting you to hit him once more). He'd flinched at first when Hyungjun and Stephanie walked up to the both of you last Friday, face flushing when they asked him what he was doing eating lunch with you.

But just as soon as that fear of being perceived as imperfect appeared, it subsequently faded away.

"A President and his Secretary notoriously make a pretty good duo, don't you think?" He'd said with an innocent smile.

Hyungjun and Stephanie looked at each other confusedly, of course interpreting Hanbin's words to imply something different than he'd meant.

"Oh! Oh no," Hanbin had clarified quickly, raising his hands in defense. "I meant, as... I meant as friends!"

Hyungjun and Stephanie had nodded quickly before excusing themselves and running out of the library.

"This is why I have to curate all of your words for you," you had said, rolling your eyes at him.

But no matter how much you outwardly displayed your dislike of Hanbin's presence during your lunch period... you'd be lying if you said you hadn't started to get used to him bothering you with his company.

Perhaps you'd even started to like it.

So now, as Hanbin stands behind the tall, wooden podium in the center of the gymnasium delivering the speech you wrote for him, you stand at the back of the gym and observe him carefully. He really is a great public speaker-- every word you've written for him coming to life on his tongue.

But there's a sentence he utters that suddenly catches your attention as you realize he's no longer referencing the paper in front of him.

“The truth is… I didn’t write this proposal,” Hanbin confesses, a wave of confused and shocked whispers sounding across the room. Your stomach churns as you hang onto his every word.

He swallows nervously, before continuing, “And, furthermore, I also haven’t written any of the proposals or speeches that I’ve given during my time as Student Body President. Secretary (Y/N) has written all of them.”

Horrified, you look around the room as everyone’s eyes come to rest on you. Desperately resisting the urge to curl up into a ball and die, your focus remains locked on Hanbin. 

“I'm so sorry to disappoint all of my peers and teachers, but I needed to tell the truth as it's the right thing to finally do,” he continues, nodding affirmatively. “And I also have something to say about the Scholastic Decathlon. The only reason the Blue Team won Regionals this year is because—.”

“Because you’re such an incredible team!” You shout, standing up suddenly and instantly regretting it. Hanbin’s eyes meet yours immediately, his eyebrows raised in shock at your sudden outburst. But there’s no going back now. 

Walking up to the stage quickly as you do your best to dissociate, you push Hanbin aside when you reach the podium. “Hi, everyone. I’m so sorry for the confusion, but Hanbin is actually quite under-the-weather. He’s so dedicated to his role as Student Body President that he still wanted to deliver his speech today even with a fever. We pumped him full of ibuprofen, but…”

You turn to Hanbin, who is staring at you as if you have two heads. You touch the back of your hand to his forehead and put on the performance of your lifetime as you dote over him. “Oh my gosh, he’s burning up! You poor thing.”

“What are you doing? I was gonna—,” Hanbin protests, but you cut him off by stepping on his foot behind the podium. He seethes at the pain, glaring at you as you continue to save his ass.

“Unfortunately Hanbin is very sick, so he’s not really making much sense. I’m sure he will apologize for the confusion when he’s feeling better,” you conclude, grabbing Hanbin by the arm. “I’ll bring him to the nurse’s office now.”

As you drag a flabbergasted Hanbin through the crowd and out the gymnasium doors, you march down the hallway and into an empty classroom. Pulling him inside, you lock the door behind him quickly and shove him up against it a bit more aggressively than you’d intended.

“Are you CRAZY!?” You shout, hands balled up in his dress shirt as he gawks back at you wordlessly.

“Are YOU!?” He shouts back, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “(Y/N), what are you doing? I was trying to tell everybody the truth!”

“WELL, STOP IT!!”

Hanbin’s cheeks flush pink as he looks at your hands fisted up in his white-button down. He’s entirely flustered by your uncharacteristic display of force. “W—… What?”

Dropping your hands to your sides, you repeat, “Stop it before you ruin your fucking life, you absolute moron!”

“I—… Isn’t that what you want?" He asks confusedly. "I was terrible to you. Don’t you want me to pay for what I did?”

“What I wanted was to finally win Decathlon fair and square. And to have my name on my own stupid proposals and speeches for once.”

“But… I’m the one who made sure none of that happened. You even said you were gonna quit Decathlon next year because of me," Hanbin protests. "Come on, you have to want me to face some sort of serious consequence!”

“Hanbin! What’s… Why are you doing this!?" You exclaim, stepping back from the boy. "Do you want me to join the Blue Team that bad? You won't even be allowed back on it if you tell everybody the truth.”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, of course not!”

“Then what’s the deal, huh? I know it’s something. Do you seriously expect me to believe that you really just feel sorry for everything that's ever happened between us all of a sudden?”

“It’s not… It’s not all of a sudden. I—…” Now Hanbin is giving you a run for your money as the worst stammering mess. “I’ve been sorry ever since you said that you…”

Growing impatient, you demand, “Since I said that I what!?”

“That you were disappointed in me!” He shouts under pressure— his lips parting slightly as he sharply inhales at his own words.

You blink back at him, eyes just as wide as his. “I said that?”

He nods slowly. “You—… you leaned towards me and with all of this fire in your eyes, you told me that you were disappointed in me. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

"I don't remember," you say as you swallow nervously-- the tone of Hanbin's voice almost daring you to think he might’ve meant something more. “To be honest, I was so mad that I… I sort of blacked out.”

He smiles now, genuinely and the cute under-eye dimples that are reserved for public events are now on display only for you. You’d be lying if you said they didn’t make you feel some type of way in this unexpectedly intimate moment. “I’m not surprised. You also called me a ‘cheating asshole’ and a ‘self-righteous prick’.”

You press your lips together, slightly embarrassed before mumbling, “You deserved it.”

“I did!” He agrees a little too enthusiastically. “I deserve worse, actually.”

“Hanbin…”

(super secret spicy alternate ending 🌶️ HERE 🌶️-- minors do not view/interact; just continue reading below!! also pls read bothhhhh if you are of age hahaha if you want no pressure but pressure)

“Come on, (Y/N)— I’m everything you said I am and more,” he says, biting his lip. “So why shouldn’t everybody know what you know?”

“Because I already forgave you, you dumbass!”

Hanbin’s mouth is already open to protest, but when he actually hears your words it shuts tightly. His head tilts to the side innocently in a questioning gaze. "You did?"

You sigh. "Yes. I mean, you've done a lot to try to make everything up to me. And I let you keep eating lunch with me, didn't I?"

The boy in front of you's lips part in surprise before he finally grins. "I knew you liked eating lunch with me more than Jane Eyre!"

You roll your eyes, trying and failing to hold back a grin of your own. "Any more unkind words towards Jane and we're kicking you out of the lunch club."

He laughs and you notice for the first time how beautifully joy manifests on his face. But his expression quickly becomes more serious once again. "I really am sorry, (Y/N). For everything. I've been awful to you for way too long and... I can't tell you how much I regret it. It turns out I actually really like you!"

Your jaw drops at his sudden confession and... so does his.

"As a person!" He exclaims, holding both hands up in defense as he laughs awkwardly. "I meant, as a person. You know phrasing's not my strong suit."

Cheeks heating up, you nod understandingly though you hate to admit his words had your heart racing.

Hanbin's lips press together in a dimpled smile. "So... does this mean you'll join the Blue Team for the rest of the year?"

You pucker your lips for a moment as you think, before answering definitively, "No. I could never betray my Pink Team like that."

He bites his lip, nodding sadly in agreement at your sentiment. Reaching for the door handle and unlocking it, your eyes reconnect with Hanbin's. In the end, he'd gone through all this effort just to make things right-- more than you'd ever expected him to do for you.

And the tiny frown on his face isn't helping to convince you to leave him empty-handed.

"But if I remember correctly," you add, your hand falling from the door knob to your side as you muster up all of the courage hiding deep within you. "You also pitched me an alternative."

Hanbin's eyes narrow in confusion before they suddenly light up, lips parted in shock.

"So maybe we can graduate from 'lunch dates' to a real date some time," you say, and it's not a question. Hanbin just stands there, grinning like an absolute idiot. "How does that sound?"

"Good," he says, nodding rapidly. "It sounds good."

"Good," you affirm, opening the door of the classroom. "Now let's get out of here..."

Hanbin follows you into the hallway, still smiling like he just won the lottery.

"Stop looking so happy," you say, smacking his shoulder playfully. "You're about to have to go to the nurse's office and fake the worst flu of your fucking life."

#boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet imagines #bp999 #kpop #bp #bp999 drabbles #bp999 imagines #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #zb1 imagines #zb1 fluff #zb1 hanbin #zb1 drabbles #zb1 angst #zerobaseone #sung hanbin #zb1 #zb1 fics #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone hanbin #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone fics #zerobaseone angst #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone drabbles #zerobase1 #0_1 #sung hanbin imagines

[cinnajun]

i have been working on a hanbin fic since like march and there is no end in sight god save the queen

#cinna.txt #when i finally publish this #it’ll be my magnum opus #i think #if i ever publish it #i kinda maybe bit off more than i could chew #but i love the plot so much #and it was my first zb1/bp fic 💔💔 #so i won’t abandon her

[seokmashu]

moot appreciation & 1000th post ❤️

to celebrate the end of predebut era, zb1's debut, my lovely 5ever moots, and my 1000th post! (also bc this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a few weeks now and i figured it's time!) it's been a few months since i joined zumblr and i wanted to shout out a few people who have made this experience so fun and lively and wonderful and whose friendships i really treasure ❤️ i love all of you mwah now let's goo!!

💌 cherrie // @cherriegyu 🍒

cherrieee tietie 🫶 when i first came on tumblr you were one of the only ppl i talked to and you made me feel so welcome in the community- i loved discussing lex's hp ideas with you, our bias lists and being a zerorat (💀) imy and love you lots <3

💌 moni // @taerrrrrae 🐨

moni you're always so sincere when reading and reacting to other ppl's works, responding to asks, and letting other ppl know you're thinking of them, that i find it so inspiring~ i mean who else would compose poems for their moots?? you're such a sweet person a 7 star hallabong fr <3

💌 riri // @chxrrymxxnlight 🌛

ririii my fav riyangi fangirl!! you're so cute and i appreciate how you always keep me up to date about zb1 stuff (like within 0.1 seconds of them posting, insane) even tho we always miss each other cuz we live in opposite timezones 😭 i hope u only have happy days ahead and i'm so excited to hear more about this story you're writing and drawing!! <3

💌 tee // @haesunflower ⛳

teee! i'm so glad you sent me that message when we first became moots bc it's so much fun talking to you~ remember the gyuvin cheeto ask i sent you? 💀 and all those times you were thirsty over wrote about zb1 ahem. i love discussing fic ideas with you because you simply give the best reactions and i'm so happy you get to live out your y/n fantasy fr fr 😭 <3

💌 rose // @ohdudedhesflirting 🐝

ah yes rose one of the only other seokryus that i know on tumbles 😭 your thirsty reactions to posts are so funny and always crack me up~ i'm sooo glad you started writing more bc i love reading your fics!! still mad you didn't tag me in the first one 😤 but it's ok since it literally wrenched my heart out ;; i hope you're doing better now and that you had a wonderful bday <3

💌 lex // @bp-zb1fics 🦇

lex i know you haven't been as active lately but it doesn't feel right to not include you in this since you were literally my d-1 bestie when i first started this blog- i loved discussing fic ideas with you and joking around making silly posts and sending each other twts and telling each other about our dreams and reading all the wonderful stuff you wrote! i hope you're doing well now, i'm thinking about you <3

💌 venom // @zerobaseonefics 🕸️

you were one of the first people i talked to when i arrived at zumblr and i remember thinking wow she seems cool i wanna get to know her! little did we know that was the start of a century long feud however thankfully we can say war is over now that you've admited defeat 😇 fr tho, you're such a talented writer and i really admire how you always make time to listen to and talk to everyone~ your love for spiderman is sooo cute you act cool all the time but you're actually the cutest yk? thank you for encouraging me to post my art back then, i really don't think i would've started posting my bday series if it weren't for you and ilysm <3

💌 hazel // @hanbeanz 🔮

aka the don 😎 hazel i think you're such a talented gifmaker and the way you include your stream of consciousness always cracks me up lolol i think you're an awesome leader and it's fun discussing ideas for zb1net tg, don't feel too discouraged and i also hope you don't get too burnt out either<3 also that time you sent me an ask about your emoji tag still cracks me up hahaha <3

💌 alma // @gunwookstan 🐭

my fav fav fav mattwook fangirl almaaaaa <3 i'm so happy you messaged me bc we are literally kindred spirits when it comes to reacting to our boys LOL it was sooo funny that one time i was scrolling twt and accidentally found your account and you were like sweats uhhh that's not me ok sure 👀 talking with you always brightens my day ily sooo much mwah <3

💌 rin // @jjanguri 🐳

rininining!! my sweet, kind, open-hearted friend who can't help but cry from simply existing 🥺 from our first interaction i could tell you were gonna be lots of fun to talk to~ i love being spymasters tg, hearing ab your feud with your cubicle mate, the tattoos you plan on getting, your reactions to hao, and your love of eating bricks and concrete <3 bc of you "goobert" and "monch" are imprinted into my mind LOL and also i think it's soo impressive how you churn out 10 gifsets every day even tho you're so busy all the time~ idk what's up with the whole ss and meow agenda you've been cooking up lately but grrrr i'm keeping my eye on you 👀 thanks for being such a fun but also calming presence my lovely friend and i hope you know i'm here for you when the going gets tough <3

💌 iana // @taeraex 🦖

iana our cute adorable bb <33 it's funny that your bias is taerae bc both of you could stand still doing nothing and i would still think it's the funniest thing LOLL i love talking to you about astrological signs and your stalker behavior and being petty and your random bursting out into song and playing codenames with you (we fr are connected to the same wifi bc it's crazy how similar our instincts are) it's always such a fun time when you're around 😛 you could talk for hours and hours and i would love listening to every second of it you're just so funny and endearing and cute <3 also thank u for always supplying the cute cat pics bc there is a SEVERE drought going on 🙏 i hope u get some sleep bc i'm always worried ab you y'know <3

💌 lili // @y--eontan 🦎

o lilicat how i adore you, you're so funny and brazen and sweet and every time i see you lurking in chat i just wanna go pspspsps 😽 before we started talking i remember seeing your emoji gifset and i remember thinking this is so cool i can't wait to see the part 2!! and then you messaged me and i was like :0 your reactions to gunwookie are soo cute that i just wanna spam you with every noot noot/cheek pic i see~ it's so funny the way you complain about stuff and block people you have no patience for lmaooo i am seated for our next complaining sesh 🫡 your comments and little quips always catch me off guard bc you're so deadpan and i love your sense of humor haha also when you drew that lil orange puppy on the art i made for you? *bursts into tears* <3

💌 hope // @zeroze 🕊️

my cute hopieee i'm so sorry i called u buzz lightyear when all u wanted to be was bubbles 😭 it's so much fun theorizing ab zb1 concepts with you bc we share one mind when it comes to our music tastes and thank you for always looking out for me and asking if i'm gonna watch stuff with you and making sure i go to bed at a reasonable hour 🫶 you're so sweet and kind and funny (thinking about the time you banned iana 💀) even tho you never let me have my own cute emoji reacts :'( i hope your exhibition wraps up well and you can fiiiinally have the break you deserve! and i also hope you have the best time in japan/korea (if we don't end up meeting up!!) and i SWEARRR i'll go to bed earlier (just for u 😚) <3

💌 maria // @sunghanbinie 🌺

aka jiff, lieutenant mario, and the other half of our shared braincell -- i love how we can talk about anything and everything, from when we wake up to when we go to bed, you've simply been there for everything. even though you torment me day-to-day with monkey allegations and thirsty matt gifs, you're also always there to listen to my troubles and check up on me when i'm feeling down - i appreciate you so so much from playing 49584 games together every night and spilling tea to fangirling over zb1 and giving me gif advice. you are my constant <3 i think you're so smart and funny and such a talented gifmaker and writer. i love our little jokes and making fun of each other at every opportunity, and i truly don't think being on zumblr would've been the same without you <3 i love you sooo much mwah mwah mwah <333

finally, a shoutout to moots who i haven't spoken to as much but who i want to get to know better because i just think they're so talented and cute and cool: @jinkiseason // @zb1s // @zerobaseone // @seokmatthewz // @sung-hanbin // @yunacoeur // @keiwook // @cinnajun // @juyomiao <3

this was written from the heart at like 4am and i hope you all know just how much i love and appreciate each and every one of you <3 1000 posts and 10000 more to go! can't wait to spend the next 2.5 years with y'all 😁

#this post is littered with heart emojis LOL #i swear when my gifmaking skills improve i'll make a nicer graphic #anyways i said what i said! 😤 #lub u all <3 #nina thinks

[8turning]

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!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〈 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED ! 〉

"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."

© 8turning 2023.

#8turn fluff #8turn writing #8turn fanfic #8turn x reader #myungho fluff #myungho writing #myungho fanfic #myungho x reader #.mine #.myungho

[blueaiyuice]

NEW BP/ZB1/EVNNE FIC - TEA TIME FOR TWO

sum.

"I see all of you are paired up with your special someone, yes? Everyone is sitting across from you in the correct order, right? Perfect! On the occasion of my eldest son Jiwoong's twenty-fifth birthday, I have a special announcement to make—a unique plan we've hatched!" The chatter died down as everyone faced Woongki, Ricky bewildered. An announcement? "I'd like you children to now fight one another to the death, until only one of you remains! That sole survivor... will be the heir to the entire ZEROBASEONE estate!"

Adopted into the prestigious ZEROBASEONE family, Ricky is forced into a death game where he must kill his eight other siblings and become the heir to the estate, or die trying. As his best friend Seungeon becomes a hostage to force him to play, another voice within him calls for blood, and if he is to survive, he may just have to give into his violent desires.

(or, Ricky must choose between his love for his siblings or his life, and the choices tear him apart as he tries to find a way to rescue both.)

ships. rickgeon (shen ricky x yoo seungeon), phanrae (park hanbin x kim taerae), minor haojui (chen kuanjui x zhang hao), emphasis on zb1 friendship, mattbin (seok matthew & sung hanbin) friendship, haoricky (zhang hao & shen ricky) friendship, and 2jh (munjung & leejeong) friendship

au. non-kpop idols, magic, in a modern but 17th century europeanized setting, closed off from the real world. includes alter egos.

ch count. 12/24 (for now)

warnings. character death, fights, violence, blood and injury, hurt/comfort, angst, misunderstandings, traumatic backstories, just a lot of stuff you'd find in a typical death game

word count. 65k words (for now)

#boys planet #boys planet fanfiction #boys planet fanfic #zb1 fanfic #zb1 fanfiction #zb1 fics #evnne fanfic #evnne fanfiction #rickgeon #shen ricky #shen quanrui #ricky boys planet #zb1 ricky #yoo seungeon

[aegyo-ahegao]

thinking about a fic where zb1 (adults) do truth or dare and zhang hao picks truth and someone asks him if he's ever jacked off to anyone in the room and he says "yeah jiwoong??? before bp i had a huge crush on him" and then the rest of the fic is just hanbin tryna be more jiwoong-like so hao will like him and hao just is in love with him anyway so

and then they fuck :)

#kpop #kpop nsft #nsft kpop #nsft #not safe for minors #kpop smut #zb1 nsft

[jinkiseason]

is the discord server opened??? i’m a zb1 writerrrrr‼️‼️‼️

YEAHHH (i think) ‼️‼️‼️ if u have atleast 1 zb1/bp fic published u can join 😈😈😈 dm me if u want link or come off anon, whicever one u what :3 (i cant spell)

#eliftalks ☆

[juyomiao]

HI LI ❤️ i hope u good day have yes ‼️

1) top3 songs to make u feel like u rule the world

2) favourite bp/zb1 quote ?

3) give me 1 cat name

4) whats a quote u go by ?

5) do u like mint choc ? (the answer is yes)

6) orange or apple juice (the answer is apple)

7) what inspires your work ?!?

• okay li ily, congrats on 400 followers ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

i had a stroke reading that first sentence but HI FAITH 🫶🏻

1) bad habits by cravity , prism by the boyz n ego by the boyz ‼️

2) arhhegdh idk the only thing my brain can process rn is osuke doing his silly little totoro sound in his pr video

3) all the cat names i can think for r in my 1st language n not creative ,, if i ever had a cat i'd name it jotaro tho ngl (ik ik looser jjba fan back at it again) or mocha like the sanrio character

4) this very deep n interesting quote honestly (if u go google translate it n start wondering wtf is wrong with me thats on u)

5) i've never tried it !! unfortunately im a rlly picky eater (autistic) n very sensitive to strong flavors like mint (autistic) BUT if theres some kind of mint choco that tastes more like choco than mint TELL ME‼️i'll find it n try it so i can be part of the mint choco discourse

6) APPLE JUICE ALL THE WAY‼️‼️ i dont like orange juice it makes me want to barf

7) being delusional ! im not even joking , before branching out to reader insert fics n smaus i started out as a self insert writer , my google docs is basically only self insert fics n has been like that since i was 13 (i have a ~30k words ateez fic i started in 2019 n a 10k words the boyz maverick au those two r my pride n joy , only one is nothing in comparison) do i need therapy ? yes . is writing self insert fics a lot more fun than therapy ? also yes !

thank u faith ily‼️‼️‼️‼️

#☆ 400(million) q&a 🩷

[zerobaselove]

hii soo i was thinking could like make a fic that are inspired by beabadoobee's song called "glue song"!! Especially the viral part "you've been hiding in plain sight then appear" part!! You can write with any zb1 members or bp trainees ^^

no bc the way i'm so obsessed with this song,,, like i actually had been thinking about writing something relating to it for a while and then this request came in,, and i just had to!!

powered through the writers block for this so i hope you like it :D (side note i am a sucker for blushy hanbin CAN U TELL)

stuck with me | sung hanbin

#zerobaselove

[bp-zb1fics]

Masterlist

Started: 30.04.2023

Last updated: 09.06.2023

Total fics: 30

Zerobaseone (Zb1)

Kim Jiwoong

writing soon~

Sung Hanbin

-> you do like me? - student council pres bin x vp reader

-> a little crazy - overprotective bf bin x s/o reader

Zhang Hao

-> a real kiss - jealous zhang hao x reader ft. jiwoong

Seok Matthew

-> easy to love (cananda oppa?) - finale seokmae x secret s/o reader

-> because it’s your birthday - bf seokmae x reader (suggestive)

-> no, it's not lasik - uni seokmae x foreign student reader

Kim Taerae

-> thinking about - bf taerae x reader (suggestive)

Ricky

-> tall & handsome & will take care of you - intimidating ricky x childhood friend reader

_> tall & handsome & wants birthday kisses - childhood friends ricky x reader

Kim Gyuvin

-> the perils of asking you out - pining gyuvin x male reader ft. protective younger brother gunwook

Park Gunwook

-> the perils of confessing to you - gunwook x crush male reader

Han Yujin

-> Shy, shy, shy - new student yujin & class president male reader

-> Shy, shy, shy pt. 2 - friends yujin & male reader

Boys Planet

Lee Hoetaek

-> me and you under - bf hui x reader (18+)

Lee Seunghwan

-> smells like cowards - seunghwan x crush reader

Seowon

-> so pretty - flirty won x reader

Chen Kuan Jui

-> it was only just a dream - bf jui x g group reader

Wang Zihao

-> sunbaenim - zihao x college sunbae reader

Jay Chang

-> if this was a movie - jay x g group reader

-> tonight i'll take you away - over me jay x makeup artist reader (18+)

Na Kamden

my heart keeps on - finale kam x ldr secret s/o reader

Park Hanbin

-> give me a kiss~ - bf phanbin x g group reader

-> perfectionist - phanbin x s/o reader (suggestive)

Lee Jeonghyeon

-> ridiculous but you're mine~ - bf leejeong x reader (suggestive)

-> doll~ - bf leejeong x reader (18+)

-> tied up in the mirror~ - over me leejeong x reader (18+)

-> fill your heart with me - bridgerton au leejeong x fem reader

-> so without meaning - highschool au leejeong x reader

Kum Junhyeon

-> yelling - bf junhyeon x bp trainee reader

-> you didn’t have to say it like that - finale aftermath junhyeon x s/o reader

#bp-zb1fics #masterlist #boys planet fics #boys planet drabbles #boys planet x reader #zb1 fics #zb1 scenarios #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #kpop fics #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #fanfiction writer #gender neutral reader

[jebewonmorelike]

Marshmallow Beach

wc: 3.3k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: fairly angsty for most of it but i ended it pretty funny so there's something for everyone lmao, drowning but it's not real, mentions of financial struggle, probably an inaccurate description of cpr idk we never really learned it in school which is kind of bad lol summary: coworkerwithsomehistory!gyuvin decides to pull the meanest prank in the world on overbearingheadlifeguard!reader after an incredibly tense summer at the beach ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ i literally wrote most of this AT the beach, which was so fun. i was watching some of the lifeguards goof off together and i was like-- imagine zb1 as lifeguards. i feel like, with summer almost in full swing where i am, i will most definitely have to make more lifeguard!zb1 fics bc it's such a cute scenario. lmk if that sounds good to you. also the ending is so funny, i can picture gyuvin and the other boys perfectly in that scene UGH also i accidentally made gyuvin say his catchphrase in this, i wrote it and then i was like oh my god what... comment if you spot it

“It’s not that cold.”

You stare at the boy standing knee-deep in the ocean in front of you— his skin beginning to turn the same color as the water as his teeth chatter audibly over the crashing waves and the wind that’s suddenly picking up.

“Gyuvin, that’s enough—,” you start to scold, but the tall teenager continues to wade further into the sea. The waves are growing bigger and the sun has almost completely dipped past the horizon line.

“Hyung-ah, wait for me!” The youngest of the lifeguards calls, pulling his grey hoodie over his head and running off into the ocean after him.

“Gunwook-ah! I really don’t think you guys should be—.”

“Why are you always such a narc, (Y/N)?” Gyuvin shouts back at you, grabbing the younger boy and dunking him under the water as soon as he reaches him.

You sigh annoyedly. This was your fourth summer as a lifeguard at Village Beach; you’d been a fairly diligent and dedicated employee the past three years and at the beginning of this summer you’d been promoted to Head Lifeguard.

Your friend Taerae had been hired at the same time as you; Ricky and Gyuvin joining the team the year after. The previous summers you’d loved hanging out with your fellow lifeguard friends, goofing around on breaks, and, most importantly, being able to help beach-goers however you can. This summer, however, has been anything but enjoyable.

You’d needed the extra money before your junior year at college, so you didn’t think twice about taking the position as Head Lifeguard. But, boy… You should have. Now nearly every responsibility of the beach fell on your shoulders. There had been no time for fun, no time for friends and no time for…

“Gyuvin-ah, please,” you yell, watching as both Ricky and Taerae follow the two younger boys into the ocean until the water is up to their chests. “Are you kidding me!?”

“Can you lighten up for once!?” Gyuvin shouts back, rolling his eyes. “Oh sorry, I forgot: you’re a massive killjoy now!”

You see Taerae wince, but he doesn’t say anything. Of course that’s what they all thought of you now. You’d probably hate yourself, too. Yelling at the other lifeguards when they weren’t paying attention, handing out citations when they clocked in late, reporting back to your boss about any ways they had been lacking, blowing your whistle whenever one of them left their post unscheduled...

Everyone’s favorite co-worker had become the boss’s pet. Sure, it got you a few extra dollars on the hour, but was it really worth losing your friends? The nervous looks the new kid Gunwook gave you whenever you entered the break lounge? The multiple occasions where you’d walked into a restaurant after a shift to see all of your friends eating dinner without you?

The boy you’d had a crush on for three summers now calling you a narc; a killjoy?

You know you could’ve been a little easier on them. They were all great lifeguards; showed up and worked hard during early morning training and were (almost) always alert. But you’d only been trying to do your best and keep your position. The truth was, you desperately needed that extra money. It was the only way you were going to be able to buy your books next semester. And when your boss was always such a hardass, threatening to give the position to someone else if you couldn’t keep up...

But now all these boys only see you as a tyrant. A snitch. And undoubtedly a bad friend.

It’s a cool August evening; a party for the lifeguards before your last week of work. You were positive that you were the last person any of the boys wanted here, but Ricky had accidentally let the plan slip in front of you. Your longest friend, Taerae, had laughed awkwardly in an attempt to cover it up, walking over to you and telling you the details-- ensuring that they had just forgotten to let you know.

Though you knew the invitation was disingenuous, you’d showed up anyway. After all, it was right after your shift ended and on the beach where you work. Maybe you were just curious as to what they’d get up to. Maybe you were so starved for fun by now that you were willing to insert yourself in what had to be one of the most awkward bonfires you’d ever attended (because of your presence, of course).

And they probably wouldn’t believe you but maybe you really missed them.

“I finally got that girl’s number today,” Ricky says, taking a bite of the marshmallow on his roasting stick. “Before dinner break. She came up to me and started asking about sharks and I--.”

“Told her to stop bothering you while you were working?” You mumble to yourself before a scan around the now silent group informs you it had been audible. You look back down at your own gooey marshmallow, picking a piece off and popping it into your mouth. You knew exactly the girl Ricky was talking about. He’d admired her from afar since last summer, gushing to you, Taerae, and Gyuvin about everything she did each Friday that she came to the beach.

You should be congratulating him, but your brain has been so acutely re-hardwired this summer that all you could do was scold him for not doing his job.

“Hey, remember when you used to be nice?” Gyuvin asks suddenly, taking a sip from his can while his eyes remain locked on you.

“I’m not trying to be mean, I’m just--.”

“Just doing your job, we know. It’s one of your ten pre-programmed phrases,” he interrupts sarcastically. “Don’t say too much, Ricky. (Y/N)’s just gonna report it back to the boss anyway.”

“No, I’m not,” you reply, rolling your eyes. Much more quietly, you add, “I’m happy for Ricky.”

“Are you? Are you even friends with Ricky anymore?” Gyuvin continues his criticism. “Are you friends with any of us? You barely even know Gunwook! You yelled at him for jumping off his post instead of using the ladder before you even officially met him.”

You just stare back at him, well aware that everything he’s saying is valid. That doesn’t make it hurt any less. The disdain in Gyuvin’s eyes now is palpable. It’s hard to imagine that almost a year ago to the date, you’d sat together on the shore in the moonlight-- letting the waves crash over your feet as you told him how you wished that summer would never end. How he’d leaned over to you so that your right shoulder touched his left, his large hand finding its way on top of yours innocently. How, rather than annoyance in his eyes, he’d instead looked at you like he wanted to...

“Too good for us, huh? Go ahead, ignore me,” Gyuvin scoffs, shaking his head and taking another sip of his drink. You’d zoned out-- he was right. But if he only knew the actual reason... “See if I care. Why are you even here anyway?”

You let a moment pass in silence. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you mumble to no one in particular; trying your best to hold in the flood of emotions that’s boiling beneath the surface. Taerae taps your arm as you walk past him, but you just nod passively in response-- continuing up the sand.

You take your time in the bathroom, staring in the mirror and willing yourself not to cry. When you return to the bonfire, there’s been a small but noticeable shift in the wind-- and the ocean is responding accordingly. That’s why you’re so shocked when Gyuvin suddenly pulls his sweatshirt over his head and runs towards the water with a devilish grin on his face.

And now that all four of your fellow lifeguards are up to their chests in cold, rising night waves, you’re more than a little pissed at Gyuvin. And the fear rising in your chest is becoming overwhelming.

“Binnie, I--,” you shout over the roar of the waves crashing at your feet but you know he can’t hear you. You can barely see him now; he’s under the water for at least ten seconds at a time as the waves grow even higher in the wind. “I promise I’m not trying to nag you, but you’re scaring me!”

The other boys look back at you from a bit closer to shore, weird looks on their faces. They turn to each other, now appearing wary but not really of Gyuvin’s safety. Taerae and Ricky keep looking back at you-- concern suddenly tangible in their eyes as they whisper to each other intensely.

Over the waves, you can faintly hear Gunwook calling to Gyuvin, “Hyung-ah, maybe this is--.”

Gyuvin shakes his head dismissively, stepping out further into the nearly black ocean-- a large wave rising in front of him. He turns around; smiling back towards the shore and giving a thumbs up.

“BIN-AH!” You cry as the giant wave collapses behind Gyuvin, hurtling towards the tall boy at rapid speed. If he was paying attention, the wave would be fairly easy for him to swim through. But he’s not. “BEHIND YOU!”

Before he can turn around, the wave overtakes Gyuvin-- submerging him under the water. You watch the surface, horrified as the wave knocks the other three boys off their feet before finally hitting your ankles in a soft foam. Seconds pass; the other boys eventually scramble to their feet, but...

Gyuvin doesn’t.

It’s twenty seconds. Twenty-five. Thirty.

You’re frozen in place. You’re a lifeguard-- you should be running into the water to find him. But you find yourself unable to move. Unable to breathe as if you’re the one underwater.

Luckily, the other three boys are swimming out to where Gyuvin is-- all three diving under the water before Ricky surfaces with something on his back. All three of them help carry the weight of the tallest boy between them, pulling him to shore laboredly.

When the water is finally below their knees, your body snaps out of its frightened paralysis as you finally get a good look at a seemingly unconscious Gyuvin. Running over to the boys and wrapping your hands around one of Gyuvin’s biceps to help support him, you help to drag him onto the sand.

Lying him down flat on his back, you kneel down over Gyuvin’s stomach-- a knee on either side of his chest. Placing an ear over his mouth, you check to see if he’s breathing. He’s not. Your panicked paralysis has now done a 180-degree flip; you’re so scared that any common sense has completely left your brain and you’re propelled into frantic action. You don’t even register that his heart is still beating strongly-- that you don’t have to be doing chest compressions or pinching his nose and connecting your lips to his to administer a rescue breath like you are right now...

Gyuvin’s eyes shoot open so quickly that the surprise jolts you off of him. You sit back upright on your knees over his stomach, watching as he blinks back at you wide-eyed.

The lack of salt water dripping from Gyuvin’s mouth suddenly stifles you. Something isn’t right about this.

Finally, he forces a laugh and his tone that follows is anything but frightened, relieved, pained, or any other emotions that someone who just nearly drowned might be exhibiting. “Really? Chest compressions? A rescue breath? Are you sure you’re Head Lifeguard? You seriously couldn’t tell I wasn’t actually drowning?”

You stare at him for a moment before glancing back at the other boys behind you. They look more uncomfortable than anything. Turning back to look at Gyuvin’s smirking face, which is albeit a little blue still from the water temperature, you realize you’re the only one currently experiencing any fear.

“What?” You whisper breathlessly.

“Gotcha,” Gyuvin says with a grin, lifting up on his elbows to look at the boys behind you. “I think that prank was a success.”

“You--... You weren’t drowning?” You ask, the reality of the situation sinking in. After this summer-- after what you’d said at the bonfire-- Gyuvin had decided to play this horrific prank on you to... what? Teach you a lesson? Get revenge? Traumatize you?

You turn to look at the other boys. “And you knew?”

All three of them already look regretful, heads hung slightly in shame. Now you realize that they’d been wary about this since you’d called to Gyuvin that he was scaring you. They’d turned to each other concernedly-- Gunwook had even tried to ask him to reconsider tricking you like this.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you!?” You shout, hitting Gyuvin’s chest with your hands as all of the tension spills out of you. “I thought you were gonna die! I thought you--... I thought you--...”

“What? Gonna tell the boss? Gonna write us up?” Gyuvin asks, far too sardonically. “Gonna--... Hey, wait, are you crying?”

Water is dripping onto Gyuvin’s abs and it’s not coming from the sky. The wind has lulled and the air is warm again-- the black night above the ocean dusted in thousands of clustered stars.

“Why would you do this? Do you hate me that much? All of you?” You ask, eyes fixed on the water. “I know I was the absolute worst all summer and I don’t think anyone is more upset about it than me! You think I don’t miss having fun with you guys!? This summer has been a literal nightmare.”

There’s cautious silence except the slow crashing of the waves.

“The truth is I really needed the extra money. I wouldn’t have been able to go to college next semester without it, so I’ve just had to tolerate being a miserable narc to my boss who keeps threatening to replace me-- all while having no friends during what used to be my favorite part of the year,” you confess, your dignified tears only growing more haggard. “I’m really sorry. I’m so, so sorry for everything, but why--... Why would you make me think that you--... ”

Your eyes are boring into Gyuvin’s now; his are wide and unnerved staring back at you. “I missed you so much,” you say softly, nearly inaudible over the murmuring of the ocean beside you. You know he heard you, though, from the way his body tenses under you. “But don’t worry: you’ve made it clear now you don’t feel the same.”

Your whole body is still a bit shaky from the adrenaline, but you manage to stand up-- stepping over Gyuvin and walking towards the other boys.

“(Y/N), we--,” Taerae starts an attempt at an explanation, but you’re less than interested.

Walking through him and Ricky, shoulders brushing unceremoniously as you head back up toward the recreation building, you mutter under your breath: “Jerks.”

~

You’re in the break lounge for at least ten minutes before the sound of the doors bursting open grabs your attention. It’s Gyuvin standing in the doorway, wearing his red and white hoodie again and a pair of grey sweatpants. He doesn’t say anything.

“Go away,” you threaten half-heartedly; even the energy to be rightfully mad at him has been sucked out of you.

“No,” he replies, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. He leans his back up against it cautiously, obviously not wanting to upset you further by invading your space more than necessary.

You sigh deeply; it’s not angry or mocking. Just tired. “Do you need water? I know you weren’t actually drowning, but that had to hurt your throat-- holding your breath like that.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t be nice to me after I was just so mean to you,” the tall boy replies, shaking his head. “And I could’ve held my breath for five more minutes if I had to. State record holder: remember?”

You do remember. Gyuvin had told you about his swimming achievement two summers ago-- when he was just a newbie lifeguard at the beach. He’d bought you an ice cream sandwich out of the vending machine when you’d said you really wanted one. He bought you one every time after that that he’d caught you staring longingly at the machine.

“I’m really sorry.”

You both say it at the same time. It’s simultaneously painfully awkward and the greatest relief.

“I’m sorry for being so terrible all summer,” you say quickly, not wanting to have a back-and-forth over who’s gonna apologize first. “And I’m sorry for making you feel like I think I’m too good for you now or that I was purposefully ignoring you... and everything in between. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t. And I’m really sad that I can’t.”

“I completely understand that you needed the money. You deserve to go to school more than anyone I know. I just wish you would’ve told me,” he says, meeting your gaze. “I wouldn’t’ve judged you. And then I would’ve known why you’d started acting all... you know.”

You nod. “I know. I’m really sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Gyuvin says after a moment; a sheepish smile creeps onto his face. “My turn, I guess.”

“Mmhmm,” you agree, narrowing your eyes at him. “Better be good, too.”

“First off, I’m incredibly sorry. I went way too far and it wasn’t cool at all. I really didn’t mean to scare you like that-- I kind of thought you’d just be a regular amount of worried or that you’d catch on that it was a prank faster but--.”

“Are you blaming this on me being too stupid to figure it out or...?” You ask, an eyebrow raising at him.

“NO! No, I didn’t mean that. I just... I was really upset, honestly. I’ve been upset this whole summer about you. And then on the one night you’re actually hanging out with us again, you were still acting the same way,” he explains, a hand raising to scratch his arm. “I just thought that if you didn’t care about me anymore then... maybe I could make you care about me again.”

“By... pretending to drown in front of me? A little toxic of you-- I hate to admit.”

“Definitely not the best idea I’ve ever had,” he laughs awkwardly, hand reaching for the back of his neck. “I’m really sorry, (Y/N). Are you okay?”

You nod, looking down at your hands in your lap. “Was really shitty of you, Binnie.”

“Really, really shitty of Binnie, I know,” Gyuvin says, a small pout on his lips. “That guy’s the worst.”

“He really is,” you agree, a smile threatening to peek through. “But you didn’t need to make me care about you again. I never stopped.”

He looks at you, eyebrows raising with surprise.

“I feel like I missed everything this summer. Ricky’s pining over that girl that eventually paid off, Taerae trying to throw Cheez-its from his post all the way to mine, our post-work lifeguard dinners,” you recount sadly. “But you know what I missed most of all?”

Gyuvin’s eyes are bright, but he shakes his head. “What?”

“Oh come on, you know exactly what I’m gonna say,” you tease with a disbelieving smile.

He smiles back, answering softly, “Wanna hear you say it.”

The way your stomach flutters is so stupidly joyful that it’s embarrassing. “You,” you say, indulging him. “I missed you most of all.”

“I missed you,” Gyuvin echoes, grinning like an idiot. “Like... SO, so much.”

You don’t care how embarrassing you’re being anymore-- you hop up from the couch and run over to Gyuvin, lifting up on your toes and throwing your arms around his neck. He picks you up off the ground for a moment-- arms supporting your back and waist as he roughs you up a bit in his typical big-dog-energy way. He places you back on the ground, hands still attached to your waist.

You remember the look that’s in his eyes now. It’s the same one he gave you that night on the beach last summer. Is he still too shy? Is he unsure after all that happened this summer?

It’s obvious what he wants to do. Maybe you could make up for everything this summer by helping him out here...

“Your lungs must be aching, Binnie,” you start, smiling up at him sweetly. “Surely it must hurt at least a little bit to breathe now.”

Gyuvin frowns, shaking his head. “No, I’m all good! I could do it again actually if I had to.”

You narrow your eyes at him, kicking his shin lightly with your foot. “It must be so difficult for you to breathe on your own right now,” you overly emphasize each word in hopes that he catches on. “Maybe you need some more rescue breaths...”

“I don’t need--,” Gyuvin starts to deny again before his eyes suddenly widen. “I--... Oh... Uh... You know what-- you’re right! It turns out I really do need some rescue breaths after all of that. And you know, you were so good at administering them before...”

You press up on your toes again and Gyuvin carefully leans down to meet you-- your lips finding his in a long-anticipated kiss. It’s tender and his soft lips taste and feel like roasted marshmallows. You pull back, smiling at each other shyly.

“C’mon, I’ll drive you home,” he says, hand around your waist as he pulls the door open behind him.

THUD. Thud. Thuddd.

Ricky, Taerae and Gunwook look up at you from the floor-- apparently having fallen down when the door they’d been pressed against was opened.

“Hear anything good?” You ask, eyebrows raised expectantly.

All three boys mumble their apologies as Gyuvin leads you through the doorway past them. You turn around to call back to them, “Hope you guys clock in at 7:30 sharp tomorrow morning! Ricky, you’re running out of Level 1 citations.”

“Wait, what!? I thought you were gonna be super chill again from now on!” Ricky exclaims.

Taerae nods. “Yeah, didn’t you just apologize for being annoying all summer?”

“I got a citation last week for being three seconds late,” Gunwook says frantically. “THREE! I can’t do this anymore!”

“Whoah, whoah, whoah, that’s enough fellas,” Gyuvin says, popping his sunglasses on (indoors and at night). “You all better be compliant from now on. (Y/N)’s got a job to do and if any of you get in the way, you will be answering to me. Well, after you answer to (Y/N), of course.”

Tightening his grip around your waist, Gyuvin leads you down the hallway of the beach recreation building and out the doors into the warm summer night air.

“We’ve been bamboozled,” Taerae whispers.

Ricky groans, “And we still have to show up to work at 7:30 tomorrow morning.”

Gunwook twitches. “... THREE!”

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[amakumos]

the zb1/bp JUMPSCARE ???? i was not expecting them to be there omgg TT but i am so excited for this fic u are always slaying <33

HAHAHHAHA YES !! and tysm im glad ure excited ^_^

#yuns asks #cupid's conflict: asks! 💘💥

[kflixnet]

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

• abby, [ enhyqenn + luvsellie ] ↳ she/her | en- “simply existing on the knowledge that i got to see enhypen irl.”

• ace, [ hyuukais + sun-of-ghosts ] ↳ they/it | txt, skz “god gave me hueningkai as apology for everything else in my life.”

• aisha, [ jenotapes ] ↳ any pronouns | nct “in a mental relationship with we go up mv mark.”

• aiya, [ aisclosed + aisopen​ + aisnextdoor​ ] ↳ she/her | en-, nct dream “feeding into my own delusions.”

• alexa, [ cherryhanji ] ↳ she/her | skz “i know i'm a handful, but that's why you got two hands!”

• ally, [ winterchimez + midnightfantasiez ] ↳ she/her | tbz “jesus take the wheel.”

• amanda, [ lee--felix ] ↳ she/they | skz, oneus, txt, atz “fics write themselves actually, i’m just the middleman with computer access.”

• angel, [ dadonbabysworld ] ↳ she/her | skz “wait did i just fail?”

• anne, [ bikerjongho + applejongho ] ↳ she/her | atz, skz “i just think that jongho in a leather jacket.”

• aries, [ ninihoons ] ↳ she/her | bp, bts, en- “stream daydream.”

• ariku, [ arikiu ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt “are you wi-fi? because i feel a connection.”

• artai, [ seokminded ] “artai is the name, delulu is the game.” ↳ she/her | svt

• artemis, [ ctrlemis + ddeonusbf ] ↳ they/them | en-, ive “sunoo will never be your bias the same way he’s** my** bias.”

• ash, [ ethereal-engene ] ↳ she/her | atz, en-, svt, txt, tbz, nct, cravity “free falling into another universe? sounds about right.”

• august, [ sunboki​ ]  ↳ she/her | skz, en- “...it's a crying scene again isn't it.”

• autumn, [ smileyerim ] ↳ she/her | nct, skz “if you make me the banker in monopoly i will cheat and steal all of the money, that is a promise.”

• avis, [ yoongimooni + avis-writeshq ] ↳ she/her | bts, en-, skz “stay sexcie besties 🫰”

• ayzie, [ hyubcore ] ↳ any pronouns | d6, n-flying, nct, onewe, the rose “the angst connoisseur! for anyone who needs to just feel something.”

• bai, [ hwaightme ] ↳ she/her | atz “in my chaotic era.”

• bee, [ heecyon ] ↳ she/her | en- “loving ourselves can be a tough journey, but we will get there.”

• benny, [ jakes-tummy + jisungs-tummy ] ↳ he/him | en-, txt “might just make out with your mom and become your stepdad.”  

• betty, [ totalbetty ] ↳ she/her | nct “can someone go to my settings and turn off anxiety mode?”

• bii, [ bichaeng ] ↳ she/her | twice, svt, atz, nct dream, skz, en-, ive “i think i just lost my last two braincells.”

• boo, [ horangboosadan + ladybugsfanfics ]   ↳ they/them | svt “there exists as many definitions of love as there are stars in the universe.”

• bree, [ jaeminri ] ↳ she/her; svt, en- “a hopeless romantic has heart shaped, pastel pink brain cells with sticky white accents.”

• brooke, [ lebrookestore ] ↳ she/her | nct, en-  “taeyong’s bitch (it’s true).”

• cai, [ ohvu + one16core ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt  “why so complicated.”

• cait(lin), [ sw1mmingfoolz + svtsunshine ] ↳ any pronouns | skz, svt, nct, wayv “tch, hairband 😏.”

• carmela, [ carmelakimtodoroki ] ↳ she/her | atz, txt, tbz, en-, nct (all), svt, skz, p1h, bts “there are no enemies in life. only friends and lessons.”

• cath, [ magicshopaholic + deathcabindiagonalley ] ↳ she/her | bts “till watching grey's anatomy in the year of the lord 2022″

• chaerin, [ whoschr ] ↳ she/her | en- “playing: strawberry moon by twice.”

• charlie, [ 2009-jooyeonly ]  ↳ any pronouns | skz, txt, enha, p1h, svt, bts, xdh, nct, bnd, zb1, ooo, riize, ive “pasta.”

• cherry, [ staranghae ]  ↳ she/her | svt, ateez, skz, txt “studying can wait but this fic can't.”

• cien, [ hacien ] ↳ he/him | ghost9, svt “xu minghao is so 🤭.”

• cin, [ cinnabunhwa ] ↳ any pronouns | skz, atz, svt “park seonghwa owns my entire life.”

• dala, [ jluver + urh20gf ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt, skz, svt “i have no social skills but one time someone told me i'm funny (it was my mom).”

• d(r)ea, [ yuyusuyu ] ↳ she/her | atz, tbz “i love men (yunho)! men are so slay (yunho)!”

• ej (or jj), [ tzyuki ] ↳ any pronouns | en-, txt “i can’t write angst if my life depended on it.”

• eli, [ peachyho ] ↳ anything but she | atz, en- “hey wanna see my collection of skulls ?? maybe we can add yours to the collection haha jk... unless?”

• ella, [ nomniki ] ↳ she/her | en-, skz, txt “let’s play forever i just wanna be your dog.”

• eve, [ hwaflms ] ↳ she/her | atz, nct, skz, tbz “men who aren't hwang hyunjin, stfu <3.”

• fae, [ haerinz + jangwonie ] ↳ she/her | en-, ive “wonwon cross enthusiast !!♡.”

• faith, [ keiwook ]  ↳ she/her | zb1 “i don't think park gunwook is real.”

• hanny, [ koroktsuya ] ↳ she/her | en-, bts “searing heart, take me now.”

• jella, [ moonjella ] ↳ she/her | skz “day [???] of missing han jisung.”

• jiah, [ okwonyo ] ↳ she/he | en-, lesserafim, svt, txt “from my heart to yours”

• jj, [ jj-stay ] ↳ any pronouns | skz “life is not a fairy tale so if you lose your shoe at 12 your drunk.”

• kai, [ honeyhuii ] ↳ they/she | every group and soloists “gotta blast choo choo train.”

• kaira, [ woobly ] ↳ they/she | atz, tbz, p1h “the devil works hard, but i - don’t, sorry.”

• kalli, [ cherryeoniis ] ↳ she/her | nct, txt, en- “if we never try, how will we know?”

• lana, [ kazmura ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt “delusion k*lls.”

• lela, [ hwasdollie ] ↳ she/they | txt, atz, bts “park seonghwa. that’s it, that’s the quote.”

• lia, [ angelwonie ] ↳ she/her | bts, en-, skz, txt “i’m in my delulu era <3.”

• mai, [ maiwon ] ↳ any pronouns | en- “snorts.”

• moon, [ moonlighthoon ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt, &team “coming up with a story idea and images of how i want it to be is easy. now if i could just get the words to write themselves, that'd be great!”

• mya, [ myaheartsmarkie ] ↳ she/her | nct “wait....what were we just talking about again?”

• nala, [ celestialgyu ] ↳ she/her | itzy, txt “wdym i can't pay off my student loans in yeonjun pcs?”

• nani, [ xfirebenderx ] ↳ she/her | svt “i will soon forget the color of your eyes and you’ll forget mine.”

• nyx, [ dreamyyeosang ]   ↳ she/her | atz, skz, txt  “brb, getting a degree in making bad desicions ;).”

• pearl, [ eumppattv ]  ↳ she/her | en-, zb1 “being delulu is my job.”

• rae / raena, [ reikaryu + raevyng ] “your local starbucks and seungkwan enthusiast” ↳ she/her | nct, svt, tbz

• rie, [ pyeonghongrie + pyeonghongrie-main + pyeonghongreations​ ] ↳ he/him | atz, txt “i may have girlbossed too close to the sun..”

• rose, [ yyawnjun + nxtsnw ] ↳ she/they; en-, svt “fluff and delusional over the moon <3.”

• s, [ moonlightjongin + taexkai ] ↳ she/her | exo, shinee, superm, bts, atz, skz “cuz when 🥳 we jumping 🤸‍♂️ and popping 🎉 we jopping 💃.”

• sab, [ icysab ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt “i was a lesbian until choi beomgyu.”

• seol, [ wvnkoi ] ↳ she/her | en-, zb1, txt “why be scared when you breathe the same air as the lee heeseung??”

• tia, [ myonos​ ] ↳ she/her | en- “i am winging it.”

• tori, [ qianinterprises ] ↳ she/her | nct “exploring worlds and universes through the safety of a computer screen. that’s what fanfiction is.”

• val, [ fairybinie ] ↳ she/they | txt “let’s just assume everyone in here doesn’t like me.”

• yen, [ yenqa ] “can u can a can as a canner can can a can” ↳ she/they | en-

• yeonie, [ wonryllis ] ↳ she/her | en- “kkakong! ^#^.”

• z, [ kmgkmg + fairyzar ] ↳ they/them | svt, nct “assa hongsam, everybody hongsam!”

• zoe, [ zi-ever ] ↳ she/her | svt, ive, skz, en-, txt “follow your dreams yea ofc but follow me too.”

#kfn: memberlist

[jebewonmorelike]

The Whisper Challenge

wc: 650 pronouns: none used; n/a... reader is a boys planet trainee but it's just a story, so you can pretend any gender is allowed to compete-- it doesn't alter the story in any way! warnings: just fluff :) summary: trainee!reader puts together a super special secret bonus round of the boys planet whisper challenge for ricky this was a request and i'm sorry i'm only just getting to it! i hope you like this little drabble... i love baby ricky sm <3 masterlist

Repositioning your headphones on your head after turning the sound off, you prepare for the "bonus round" that your fellow trainees helped you plan. This super special Whisper Challenge round had been suggested to you today by Hao, who was sick of you and Ricky making googly eyes at each other during Over Me practice.

"The faster you two can date and then get bored of each other, the better our chances of winning Artist Battle," Hao had said yesterday as both you and Ricky desperately avoided making eye contact in the practice room the rest of the day.

You take a deep breath, calming your nerves as you put your plan into place. Smiling at Ricky, you relay the final secret phrase to him:

"Will you go out with me?"

Ricky frowns and, for a second, you think you've been found out already. But suddenly he grins as he screams back at you:

"YOU ARE A COW TO ME!"

All of the trainees burst into laughter, Ricky's expression so hilariously genuine after accidentally calling you a cow. You fight the urge to smack him, shaking your head as you prepare to give him the phrase again.

"Will. You. Go. Out. With. Me," you annunciate, stressing every vowel and consonant as Ricky stares at your lips-- his brows furrowed in complete concentration.

"WILLEM. DAFOE. IS. GREEN!" He shouts back with wide eyes.

"What?" Kuan Jui asks in bewilderment. "That doesn't even make sense!"

"No, he's right! Willem Dafoe is green," Jay interjects. "... Green Goblin."

"How did he guess that?" A perplexed Hao raises his eyebrows as he continues, "Ricky's never even seen Spiderman..."

"Will!" You shout just one word this time.

"WELL!" Ricky shouts back.

"Wiiiiiill!" You emphasize again.

"WILL!" Ricky correctly guesses this time and you nod enthusiastically to encourage him.

"You!" You move on to the next word, the huge grin that's been stuck on your face for the last five minutes starting to ache.

"YOON!" He yells; concentration unwavering.

"Do not bring me into this," Jongwoo protests from the crowd, shaking his head in disappointment.

"YOOUUU-UH!" You attempt to emphasis the last letter more effectively.

Ricky nods, guessing, "YOU!"

You clap you hands together excitedly, hopping up and down before pronouncing the next phrase, "Go... Out..."

"GO HAO!"

Zhang Hao looks around nervously. "Where should I go?"

"GO... OUT-UH!" You try once more, stomach starting to flutter as Ricky gets closer to deciphering the phrase.

"GO OUT!?" He guesses, the crowd of trainees cheering in anticipation in front of you.

You place your hands on Ricky's shoulders to deliver the final word and he leans in to touch his forehead to yours like he often did during challenges-- pretending to make your minds meld.

"Me," you finish the phrase, holding your breath as Ricky watches your lips move.

His eyes light up as he comprehends the word. "ME!"

You nod excitedly, a lump in your chest as you wait for him to put the phrase together.

"WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME!?" Ricky shouts the whole phrase back at you.

You take your headphones off, placing them around your neck. "Yes," you answer as all of the trainees in the crowd shriek with excitement.

Ricky's eyebrows furrow innocently as he tilts his head to the side cutely, confusion written all over his face. "What? What's going--?"

Watching as realization sets in, your bottom lip tucks between your teeth cheekily as Ricky removes his headphones.

"Oh." The self-proclaimed Charisma Boss is nowhere insight as Ricky's cheeks turn bright pink. "Um... I--... Um..."

You giggle deviously at him as your plan unfolds exactly to your liking. A grin spreads across his face as he realizes he's fallen right into your trap.

"Yes," you repeat your answer. "Since you asked so nicely... I will go out with you."

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[jebewonmorelike]

The Shirt (Happy Birthday Ricky!)

wc: 1.5k warnings: fluff, angst/ricky getting scared but its silly, some swearing, ricky admiring jiwoong, and a dash (heap) of crack summary: zb1 decides to pull a good old-fashioned hidden camera prank on ricky for his birthday... things go horribly wrong. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ inspired by this tweet that accompanied the pap photo above^^ could not stop laughing about it. this started as a hidden camera prank idea (and it still is sort of) that i pitched to lex (bp-zb1fics) but as i kept writing it... it got sillier and sillier i'm so sorry. but yujin being like one of the twins from the shining to ricky is so hilarious. HAPPY RICKY DAY!! WE LOVE YOU SM ALREADY KING. WISHING NOTHING BUT HAPPINESS AND SUCCESS AND A HUG FROM JIWOONG FOR OUR CHARISMA BOSS LOVELICKY. hope y'all in joy this lil comedy piece lol.

Ricky smiles at himself in his dressing room mirror. Sure, he was working on his birthday, but at least he had the best job in the world. Having already had his hair styled and his makeup applied for ZB1's photoshoot today, he admires his specially curated appearance.

I wonder what our outfits will be like for today's shoot, Ricky thinks.

Just then, the door to his dressing room opens.

"Ricky," Jiwoong calls, walking over to where the blonde boy is sitting in front of the large vanity mirror. "Did you have that lint roller with you?"

"Oh, sure," Ricky says with a small, blushing smile; walking over to his bag and pulling out the lint remover. Just as he's about to hand the roller to Jiwoong, Ricky is stopped in his tracks when he notices something very peculiar about his hyung's outfit.

“Jiwoong hyung,” Ricky says, eyes wide with surprise as he takes in the sight of the oldest’s shirt. “Why are you wearing a t-shirt with my face on it…?”

“Oh, am I?" Jiwoong replies, brows furrowed curiously as he turns to view himself in the mirror. After a moment, he simply shrugs. "Huh, I guess I am."

Ricky stares at his oldest hyung confusedly, a million thoughts racing through his mind. Where had Jiwoong gotten that shirt? How had it found its way onto his body?

Was this Jiwoong's way of finally confessing his reciprocated feelings for him?

Before the thought spiral can continue, another member walks into his dressing room. Ricky turns around to see who it is, his eyes bulging in shock once more.

"Hey, have you guys seen one of my sun earrings lying around?" Gunwook asks, standing in the middle of Ricky and Jiwoong as he looks into the large vanity mirror. He turns his head from side to side, checking his hair from the different angles.

"Why--," Ricky falters, unable to believe his eyes as the image of his own face on Gunwook's black t-shirt stares back at him-- matching Jiwoong's exactly. "Why... Why are you both wearing shirts with my face on them!?"

"Oh, are we?” Gunwook responds with a frown. He takes the bottom of the t-shirt and stretches it out a bit so he can look down and examine it. "You think it looks like you? I think it's actually an old picture of Jiwoong hyung..."

"What!? It's not Jiwoong hyung!" Ricky exclaims, pointing to the image of his own face on the younger boy's t-shirt. Tapping his finger against the delicate, black neck tattoo that is clearly visible in the picture. "See, that's my tattoo!"

Gunwook squints. "Huh."

"It does kind of look like me now that you mention it," Jiwoong says suddenly, nodding in thought.

"You're not serious are you!? It's clearly me and no one has answered my question yet as to why you're--."

Ricky is steadily growing closer to losing his temper when another knock at the dressing room door cuts him off. In walk Hao and Matthew and, much to Ricky's relief, neither of the boys are wearing shirts with his face plastered on them.

"Hey, did you--," Matthew starts to ask before his eyes land on Gunwook and Jiwoong's t-shirts. He frowns, a little pout forming on his lips as he stares at them in confusion before asking, "Why are you guys wearing shirts with Jiwoon hyung's face on them?"

"OH COME ON!" Ricky shouts, hands flying wildly about as he gestures to the t-shirts. "It's my face!!"

Hao walks up to Jiwoong, examining the shirt for himself up close. After a few moments, he nods back at Ricky, "Yeah, I could see why you might think it's your face.”

"IT IS--," Ricky starts to yell before taking a deep breath to calm himself. "It is my face. Look, I can even show you where the picture is from."

Pulling out his phone and scrolling through his photos quickly, Ricky finds the paparazzi photo of himself that has been blown up on Gunwook and Jiwoong's t-shirts. Turning his phone towards the other boys, he waits eagerly with wide eyes for them to finally agree with him.

After several moments of silence, Gunwook says with a smirk, "You have paparazzi photos of yourself saved on your phone?"

"UGH!" Ricky huffs, marching towards the door and flinging it open in a fit of annoyance. He steps out into the hallway, ready to decompress for a long minute before finding a staff member and (politely) demanding some answers as to what was going on.

But Ricky's plans are foiled almost immediately as he turns the corner to find Taerae and Gyuvin sitting in folding chairs next to each other...

Wearing the shirt.

"NO!" Ricky shouts, causing the two boys to look up at him concernedly.

"Hey, Ricky," Taerae says with a broad smile. "What's up?"

"Why aren't you wearing your outfit yet?" Gyuvin asks, one eyebrow cocked curiously. "Wasn't it in your dressing room?"

"You should put it on."

A small voice suddenly rings out behind Ricky, who spins around as quickly as humanly possible to find Yujin staring back at him ominously from down the hallway... adorned in the shirt.

"Holy shit," Ricky whispers, darting off down the hallway in the opposite direction of the youngest member (whom he is now deathly afraid of).

Ricky runs through the hallways of the photoshoot location, finally ending up back at his original dressing room. Opening the door, he races inside only to be met by seven ZB1 members staring back at him: all now wearing the shirt.

"OH MY GOD!" Ricky yells as the door to the dressing room opens again.

"Ricky!" Hanbin calls, a dimpled smile lighting up his face.

"Thank god, Hanbin hyung," Ricky cries, sighing with relief. "Please, you have to help me, they're all wearing shirts with my face on them and I have no idea why and I'm so scared of Yujin now and--..."

Ricky's voice trails off as Hanbin unzips his jacket to reveal the shirt underneath. "HYUNG... YOU'RE ONE OF THEM!"

"How come you aren't wearing your Ricky shirt, Ricky?" Hao asks, holding out another identical shirt for the blonde boy to take. "It's the concept for our photoshoot!"

"The concept for the photoshoot..." Ricky repeats slowly, eyes glued open with panic and confusion. "Is this t-shirt with my face on it?"

All of the boys nod excitedly.

"But--... but... Why!?"

Hanbin tsks disapprovingly. "Our stylists worked hard to make these for us! Are you really going to insult them by questioning their vision?"

Ricky looks around at all of the boys around him, who are smiling back at him robotically. It sends a chill down his spine. "No... No of course not... But..."

"Then put on the shirt, Ricky," Gyuvin says, gesturing to the shirt.

"Yeah," Jiwoong repeats. "Put on the shirt, Ricky."

All of the boys now begin chanting in a monotone: "Put on the shirt, Ricky." They surround the tall, blonde boy, slowly closing in on him as Hao continues to push the shirt towards him.

Ricky starts to turn around, ready to bolt from his friends who have obviously been possessed by some demon with really good taste in men, but--.

"Put on the shirt, Ricky."

Yujin's blank, haunted smile stops the boy in his tracks and renders him immobile. Ricky falls to the ground, curling up into a ball on the floor as he attempts to make the members of ZB1 disappear by burying his head into his hands. He stays this way for awhile, paralyzed with his newfound fear of the boys he was supposed to conquer the world of K-Pop with.

"Has he really not caught on yet?" Ricky hears a voice he recognizes to be Matthew's after a few moments.

"I think we might've underestimated how dumb Ricky is," Hao says with a sigh. "Like, I knew he was dumb, but I didn't think he was 'believe our company would make us wear shirts with his face on them for an official photoshoot' dumb."

"I think the oversight might actually have been his vanity," Gunwook counters with a laugh. "He didn't even question that a shirt with his face on it existed. He just wanted to know why we were wearing them."

Ricky sits up now, staring untrustingly at his friends with wide eyes. "What... What's going on?"

Hanbin grimaces. "We were trying to play a prank on you where we pretended that our stylists had made these shirts with your face on them for our photoshoot, but... I think we let it go too far."

Ricky looks back and forth between his members, watching as they all smile awkwardly at him.

"Sorry," Taerae says first, prompting the rest of them to begin to mumble their apologies.

"We just wanted to do a fun prank for your birthday!" Gyuvin says, pulling a Go-Pro camera out from behind his back. "Say hi to the camera..."

Ricky frowns into the lens; unamused. "You guys suck."

"Well, if it makes a difference..." Matthew says with a sheepish smile. "We've got cake!"

"CAKE!" Gunwook, Taerae and Gyuvin exclaim, bouncing up and down together excitedly.

"The staff is setting it up in the hallway right now," Hanbin says as the three most energetic members run out of the room to devour their weight in cake. Hanbin, Hao and Matthew follow them out, leaving Ricky and Jiwoong alone in the dressing room.

"I'm sorry, Ricky," the oldest boy says, a lopsided smile on his face as he apologizes. He walks over to Ricky, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "If it makes you feel any better, I actually really like this shirt. I think I'm gonna keep it."

Ricky's oldest hyung winks as he, too, exits the dressing room.

A huge grin spreads across the boy's face. He might have just spent the last ten minutes fearing for his life, but the compliment from his hyung had made it all worth it to Ricky.

He sighs happily, fixing his hair in the mirror absentmindedly as he prepares to join the rest of his members for his impromptu birthday celebration but…

Suddenly, Yujin pops out from behind Ricky-- smiling at him through the mirror.

"Put on the shirt, Ricky."

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