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Did You Touch Yourself? - Zuho / Baek Juho

W/C: 4.2K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Did you touch yourself?” + “Don’t cum yet…”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, masturbation, shower sex, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, pet/nicknames, fingering, edging, praising, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Zuho has been busy for the past few days with work and schedules, and you have been left somewhat lonely, although, you did have the company of Huru and Ppang, but even they were missing their father and could sense that you were also. It was getting late, and you had decided that you needed some time to yourself and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind you to get some privacy and not get interrupted by one of them while you were getting busy.

You remove your pants and panties and toss them into the laundry basket, before you remove your shirt and bra and also toss them into the basket. You make your way towards the bed and climb on top of it and make yourself comfortable on it before slowly starting to touch yourself, you begin by sliding your hand over your chest and over your breast, your finger brushes over your nipple with a ghost-like touch before you press down a little harder on the bud and rub slow circles over it, causing it to harden. Your body was slowly heating up and the temperature in the room had shifted and was slowly rising, your breathing was slowing down and becoming deeper the more you were playing with your nipple. You could feel wetness slowly pooling between your folds as you were growing wetter, the feeling of your nipples getting attention was sending shockwaves down to your pussy.

“Ohh… Juho… Oh,” You mumble to yourself, trying to picture his hand touching you instead. You push your boob upwards before releasing it and sliding your hand down along your stomach, your fingers move over the crease of your hips and over your mound before you dip your hand lower. You move your fingers away from your pussy and slide them along the inside of your thigh, teasing yourself to make yourself wetter before you could touch yourself. You bite your lower lip and slowly slide your fingers over your folds and stroke along them. “Ohh, My…” You suddenly hear Huru and Ppang begin to meow, which makes you pause and stop breathing for a minute as well.

The sound of the keypad outside the apartment catches your attention first, and then the sound of the door opening and closer. Your eyes widen as you hear Zuho’s voice as he greets Huru and Ppang, you quickly jump off the bed and grab onto the first shirt you got your hands on, which just so happens to be one of Zuho’s. You pull it on and quickly pull at it to pull it into place, making sure it covered your pussy and ass before you opened the bedroom door and poke your head out to look at him. He was crouched by the door, rubbing Huru’s head.

“Juho!” You say and step out of the bedroom and make your way towards him. “I missed you,” He smiles and watches as you approach him, he notes that you’re wearing his shirt, and it's covering the important parts completely, which raises suspicion in his mind.

“I missed you too,” He says. “Were you about to take a shower?” He stands upright once you reach him and his babies and wrap his arms around you, you do the same with him and hold onto him tightly, and his hands slowly move lower and lower.

“Hmm!” You quickly hum. His hands slip past the shirt, and he cups your bare ass and squeezes it. “I was, but then I heard the kids meowing and figured that you just got home,” His hands move a little lower, and you begin tensing when you feel his fingers moving to the inside of your thighs. “I grabbed the closest thing I saw and put it on,” You release him from the hug, but he kept his hold on you, you were about to be busted for almost touching yourself. “Do you want to join?”

“I would love to,” He says and pulls his hand back, you visibly relax, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “You look beautiful in my shirt, it’s a good surprise to find when just getting home,” You smile at him before turning around and making your way back to the bedroom. “Y/n…” His voice makes you pause in your footsteps. “Did you touch yourself?” Busted. You spin around to look at him, trying to look shocked at him.

“N-now, why w-would you th-think that?” You stutter. You mentally curse yourself for stuttering, which now obviously gave it away. He strides towards you and places a hand on your cheek while the other one went towards your hip and slowly bunches up the shirt in his hand, you lean into his touch as his scent surrounds you.

“Because your skin feels and looks flushed,” He says. You pull your head away from his hand and look up at him with big eyes. “When I touched you now and earlier,” Your lips open and close as you try to find the words to say something, anything to him, but you couldn’t get your brain to work. “I bet if I just lower my hand a little…” You feel his hand dipping lower as he releases the fabric, and you immediately grab onto his wrist.

“Let’s go shower,” You quickly say and pull him down the hallway and into the bedroom and straight towards the bathroom. “I really need a shower badly right now,” He chuckles as you release his hand and move towards the shower. “I don’t know about you, but like… I need it.”

“A cold shower?” He asks. He steps up behind you and reaches past you and into the shower cube to open the water. “Because I think I need a steamy shower,” You swallow as you feel your insides twisting for a moment. “And I think you need one as well,” You could feel his front pressing to your back before you watch his him retracting his hand from the shower tap. Your breathing slows down as you feel his fingers curl into the shirt you wore, his knuckles brushing against your flushed skin as he begins pulling the shirt upwards. “Lift your arms,” You do as he says, and he removes the shirt, leaving you completely bare.

He takes a step back from you, and you hear him starting to remove his own clothes, but you stay unmoving, you could feel the wind blowing against you as he tossed his clothes towards the laundry basket before you felt his heat returning to your back and his hands gently grabbing your hips before guiding you into the shower. The door closes, and you feel the heat from the water immediately surrounding you and steam building up on the glass. His hands wrap around you and pull you flush against him before they slowly travel upwards and cup your breasts.

“What do you have in mind?” You ask. Zuho had told you when you became more comfortable around each other during sex that if you ever had the feeling and urge to want to touch yourself, to let him know about it and he would rush home to please you or even let you know if he couldn’t but wanted pictures or even an audio. He didn’t mind if you wanted to touch yourself, but he wanted to know about it, so he could let his imagination run wild.

“Hmm… We’ll see,” He mutters. You lean your head backwards against his shoulder and just feel what his hands and fingers are doing to you. His fingers keep playing with your nipples, and you swore that your skin was warmed than the water that was running over your body. A hand slides down your stomach, and he cups your mound before sliding his fingers over your folds and slowly rubbing along them. “Do you still want to deny touching yourself?”

“Fu-fuck… No, No, I didn’t touch myself, I was about to when you came home…” You quickly explain to him. You feel his lips touch the back of your neck and slowly brush along your skin as he moves his head towards your ear. “I missed you so much, and I…” His lips touch the shell of your ear and you immediately stop talking.

“You were being too needy to stop and message me,” He mutters into your ear, which immediately causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. “Maybe if you did, then you would know I was almost home,” His fingers pull your folds apart, and you hear the wet squelching sound of your wetness being pulled apart. “But now we can have some more fun,” His fingers slowly slide along your outer folds, sending heat to go through your body and more wetness to form at your entrance. “I know I’ve been busy lately, is that why you grew needy and forgot to let me know?”

“I… Juho…” You whimper. You curl your toes into the tiled shower floor and take in slow, deep breaths. “Y-yes…” You feel his fingers slip between your folds and rub along them, slowly collecting your juices onto his fingers and spreading them more over your pussy. “I needed you so badly, I imagined your hand.”

“Hmm, did you?” He asks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you swear he could hear how loud it was beating. “That makes up for forgetting about me,” Your eyes shut as you keep feeling his lips brushing against the shell of your ear when he spoke along with his hot breath fanning over it. “Next time, I want to watch you touch yourself, show me how you do it when you miss me so much,” Your pussy twitches at his words.

“Y-yes,” You stutter. He pushes the hell of his hand against your mound, pushing your hips backwards and making you feel his growing bulge. “Fucking, fuck…” Your mind spins at the feeling of his cock pressing against your asscheeks. “Juho…” His fingers rub your inner folds, and you could feel a tightness growing inside you.

“I have to say, you, coming out to greet me in nothing but just my shirt, it’s a highlight for me,” He says. Shivers go up and down your spine, and you try to listen to what he has to say. “Maybe for a week you can come and greet me like that when I come home, hmm?” You bite the inside of your cheeks and try to process his words with your mind, which was slowly getting lost in the pleasurable feelings. “What do you think?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do it,” You say. “Only for you,” He smiles against your ear before dipping his head a little lower. “Only because I love you so much,” His lips touch your neck just below your ear, and you feel yourself practically melt. “Oh, oh, OH!” You squeeze your legs together as you feel his fingers circling your clit, it was already aching to be touched and now that it finally was getting attention, you shut your legs around his hand.

“Sweetheart, spread your legs, otherwise I can’t make you feel good,” He says in such a sweet tone. You take in a deep breath before slowly stepping your legs further apart. “Good girl,” The word makes your clit twitch, and he feels it, which makes him smirk at the effect he had over you. “My good girl,” His fingers slide over your clit, and you feel a heat slowly making its way up your legs.

“Ohh, my… Oh, fucking fuck,” You breathe out. He was slowly rubbing your clit, just slow enough to tease you and slow enough for you to notice that the knot that was forming inside you was becoming tighter. “Juuhhoo,” You shut your eyes and try to focus on his fingers. “Fuck, Juho…” He rubs figure eights over the bundle of nerves, and you could feel your legs wanting to turn jelly. You could now hear your heart pounding in your own ears, surely he had to hear it also. “Juuuhhooo,” His other hand was massaging your boob, and you could feel your body reacting to everything he was doing to you. “Wall…” You feel him move you, and you lift your head to see you were now facing the glass wall. “Fucking…” You place one hand against it and slowly slide it upwards to try and keep yourself upright.

“Feeling good?” He asks. He rests his chin on your shoulder, and you feel his lips touching your neck and kisses on the spot over and over. You could feel yourself getting closer to a high.

“So good,” You mumble. Your fingers scratch at the glass as you try to hold onto it, but you knew there was nothing for you to grab. “Fuck, I’m going to…” You feel his finger moving faster and faster over your clit. “Juuhooo, fuck, fuck,” Your breathing picks up, and you squeeze your eyes shut again. “Juho!”

“Don’t cum yet…” He whispers. Your eyes shoot open, and he pulls his fingers away from your clit, so this was what he was going to do. You could feel your high slowly subsiding.

“Juuuhhooo, no, no, fuck,” You cry out. He kept his fingers away from your pussy for a few seconds before they returned. “Juho, don’t be mean, fuck…” He rubs around your clit before slowly sliding his fingers towards your entrance, you could hear your juices squelching as he does. “Fuuuck.”

“I’m not being mean,” He says. His fingers circle your entrance, and you feel your high slowly starting to build again. “I’m merely building you up to have such a mind-blowing orgasm in the shower,” You fight to keep your eyes from shutting. “And having a little fun doing it also,” He slips two digits into you and your jaw slacks.

“Ohhh, ohh,” You moan at the light stretch you felt from his fingers. He curls his fingers inside you and slowly pulls them out again and begins pumping them in and out of you. “Juuuhhooo…” He takes your nipple between his fingers and slowly rolls the bud between them, which causes shockwaves to go through your body and add to the tightening feeling inside you. “Fuck, Juho…” You feel his fingers pumping in and out of you faster and faster, and your clit gains a heartbeat as you were getting closer to your high.

“You sound so cute when you want to cum,” He coos into your ear before pulling his fingers from you completely. You reach behind you with your other hand and grab onto his hair, twisting your fingers into his soaked locks.

“Juhom pleeaaseee,” You whine. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. “Pleeaaseee, fuck, fuck,” He chuckles in your ear and the sound sends a jolt down to your pussy. “Fuck, Juho, oh, my,” Your high subsides and within seconds you feel his fingers probing at your entrance before pushing three digits into your sopping hole. “JUHO!” The stretch causes your mind to spin and stars to begin forming behind your lids, your toes curl into the tiles, and you feel your muscles tightening. “Please, please, Juho, fuck.”

“Please, what?” He asks in a teasing tone. You felt like you were right on the edge, and you were desperate to get a release. “Use your words, tell me what you want,” Tears spill down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling of the pleasure you were experiencing. Your body shakes with ecstasy and need.

“Juho… FUCK, please!” You cry out as you feel his fingers pumping in and out of you, the stretching feeling slowly subsides the more he pumps them in and out of you. “Let me cum, please, fuck!” His fingers slow down, and you grip onto his hair tighter while your other hand forms a fist. “Juuuhhoooo!”

“Do you deserve to cum, sweetheart?” His was low as he spoke into your ear. Your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids, and your walls clench around his fingers.

“I do, fuck, fuck, I do, Juuhooo,” You cry out. You wanted to cum so badly, and you hoped, and wished, that he would allow you to. “Fuck, please, Juho, I need to so badly, fuck!” Your back arches and you gasp as your front presses more against the cold glass, the heel of his palm presses into your clit, and it feels like a hot pleasure courses through your veins, setting every part of your being alight. “JUHO!” The tension inside you snaps and your mind feels light as it floats through the clouds of ecstasy. “JUUUUHHOOOOO!” His fingers pump in and out of you at a rapid pace, while the heel of his palm rubs over your clit.

“That’s it, make a mess on my hand,” He mutters into your ear. His fingers pull at you on your nipple, and you feel like he’s pulling right at your core before he releases, and it makes contact with the cold glass.

“FUCK, JUHO!” You scream out. Your head leans against the glass, and he could see your head rolling from one side to the other as you go through your high. “FUCK!” His lips press against the back of your shoulder, and he kisses his way to your spine, making sure to pay attention to your body’s movements. “Fuck… Juho…” You breathe heavily as you come down from your high. He slowly pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper at the friction, your hand releases his hair and your arm falls by your side.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” He whispers into your ear. You feel his warmth disappear and hear the water hitting his skin, you take a few deep breaths before uncurling your toes and slowly lowering your arm from the glass and turning around. A gasp leaves you as your warm back makes contact with the cold surface. He stood underneath the shower, the water runs down his body which makes you drop your eyes down to his hard cock, pre-cum drips from his cock and the sight makes your pussy clench in need. “Fuck, the sight of you…” He steps closer and places a hand on your hip, which immediately sends a jolt through your body.

“Put it in, fuck…” You say, not caring how desperate you sounded for his dick. “Please, the sight of you is making me even more needy,” He smirks and slides his hand down from your hip and over your thigh before moving it to the back of your thigh and lifting your leg upwards and hooking it over his elbow, spreading your pussy wide open for him.

“You have no idea how desperate I am to be inside you right now, either,” He says. You feel his cock slip between your folds before his length slides towards your entrance before the head was pushed into you. You push your head back against the glass wall and your jaw drops. “Ohh, oh, fuck… Fuck, so warm, you’re just sucking me right in,” His cock slowly stretches your walls and fills you, which makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head at the sensation that shoots up your spine.

“FUCK, Juho, oh, my fucking…” You blubber out. His free hand grips your waist before he snaps his hips forward, filling you with one swift movement. “JUHO!” It felt like the air got stuck in your throat from the thrust.

“Fuck, that felt good, you feel so good around me,” He mutters. His forehead presses against yours, and he stares into your eyes before his hips begin rolling into yours, his cock slowly slipping in and out of you with the movement. The sound of your wetness mixed with the water hitting the tiles fills the cubicle, and the glass seems to steam up more as the minutes tick by.

“Juho…” You whisper. You lift one hand and move it to the back of his head and twist your fingers into his hair, keeping eye contact with him. You could feel the intensity of the moment, the way his thrusts were slow and long to keep it going for a little longer. “Fuck, you… feel so good,” His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. “Fuck…” The sound of yours and his panting, moaning and groans echo off the bathroom walls. You could feel your insides tightening already as your high begins building again, you were extra sensitive with him edging you.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so well,” He groans. You watch his lids fluttering as he fights to keep them open and keep eye contact with you. “Milking me to fill your delicious pussy with my load,” Your walls clench down around him for a moment longer, and you feel a warmth travelling up your legs.

“Fuuuck,” You moan out. “Must you talk so dirty and get me to cum so quickly again?” You watch his lips twitch as a smile forms on them. “You really are so mean tonight,” Your other hand presses against the glass, and you try to use it as a way to hold on a little longer. “Fuck, Juho…” He pulls your hips towards him, and you feel his cock sliding into you at a different angle. “OH!” His pubic bone rubs against your clit, and you could feel yourself slowly slipping into another orgasm. “Juuuhhooooo,” He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut. “FUCK!”

“You look so beautiful when you’re about to come undone for me,” He mutters. His own eyes shut as he feels his balls tightening and his high nearing. “Fuck…” He tries to keep his thrusts slow, but it was becoming harder with your walls pulsing around him. “Keep doing that…”

“Juho, oh my fucking gosh,” You mumble out. Your muscles stiffen before a sudden relief washes over you. “JUHO!” He feels your release spilling around his cock before it trickles over his balls and drips to the tiled floor. “OH, MY FUCK!” Your fingers claw at the glass wall as you try to hold onto something. His hips move faster at the sound of your moans and cries for him, urging him to chase after his high. “FUCK!”

“Just like that, keep doing that,” He mutters. His grip on your hips tighten as his hips stutter for a moment, he was becoming desperate for his own orgasm, and just hearing you moan for him because of him was making his mind spin. “Fuck, fuck…” Your juices spatter onto the inside of your thighs with how quickly he was thrusting into you.

“JUHO, SHIT!” You cry out. Your body felt light as you go through your high, and the feeling was absolutely blissful. “Shit, shit, shit, OH!” His pubic bone continues to brush against your clit with his thrusts, it was easing you through your high while also sending shockwaves through your body. His thrusts become sloppy, and you hear low grunts coming from him.

“Hmm, uhmm, fuck,” He groans out. His hips suddenly snap forward, which makes you gasp at the sudden harshness, but then you realize he had come undone and was spilling his load into you. “FUCK, Fuck, Yyyy/nnnn,” You feel his hot breath fanning over your lips as you were coming down from your high.

“Fuck, Juho… Yes, fuck,” You breathe out. Your grip on his hair loosens and you buck your hips forward to help him through his high, you repeat the movement as you rock your hips into his, making him groan at how good it felt.

“Fuck, so good, so, ohhh,” He moans. His grip on your hips loosens as he begins to calm down, he slowly lowers your leg before pressing his body against yours to keep you upright against the wall and his head drops to the crook of your neck. You open your eyes as you take in a deep breath, your thoughts slowly calming down and your breath evening out. He breathes heavily into your neck before it slowly begins to calm down. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum, playing with the wet hair on the back of his neck. “All okay,” Your tone was just above a whisper as you spoke. “And you, are you okay?” He lifts his head from the crook of your neck and looks at you.

“I’m all good,” He says. “You weren’t in pain earlier, with the edging, right?” You could see the concern in his eyes as he looks at you.

“No, no, it was okay,” You say. He nods his head, he knew that in the past when you had tried edging yourself that you would end up in pain, and sometimes when he did it. “It was all okay today,” He nods his head before slowly stepping back.

“Then let me clean you,” He says. He pulls you underneath the water, and you let out a low moan as you feel the warmth of the water running over your skin. “And then pamper you and our kids,” You smile and nod your head as you reach for the soap and his washcloth.

“Then let me clean you also, so we can finish faster,” You say. He warmly smiles at you before reaching for your soap and cloth.

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[kdream-factory]

After all this time... [SF9 Zuho Oneshot]

♥ I wanna ask you to read this while listening to Dylan Conrique’s “Birthday Cake” on loop ♥

[Warnings: ANGST!, Heartbreak!, toxic relationship, commitment issues, wrong understanding of what love is, relationship fights, gn!reader]

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Your love life had a sad beginning and you always were convinced it would have a sad ending too. You and Zuho have had a relationship for 3 years now. From the start it had been an unhealthy one. Him having commitment issues and you being so love deprived throughout your whole life that everytime someone loved you, you thought you would have to do something to deserve it. Zuho and you getting into a relationship was a miracle. It took 4 attempts to finally be able to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. People always thought you two were the perfect couple, your relationship being so ‘powerful and strong’ when truely it was a day to day fight. This hasn’t always been the case. After about one year of Zuho and you tricking yourself into believing that what you had was love for life the fassade and all the fakeness started falling apart. The trigger point was Zuho’s commitment issues coming back to life, although they where never gone but instead just buried deep down in a chest of untouched feelings. What made it bearable for you two was the fact that you where the one who always tried to push him into thinking different. You remembered him that he would not have to walk alone but instead you would take his hand, him sometimes being more strict to himself and sometimes giving in to your words easily. ‘Communication is key’ was your motto. Putting this rule into practice was barely needed because you two were lacking problems. Thats what you two thought. Thats what you had to pretend for your little bush of roses to keep growing and, of course, to hide what was underneath it. There came a time where both of you thought you would never face any hardships in your relationship so that you two agreed on instantly talking it out if one of you had a problem, not realising that, this being a lie, would’ve been needed way before you set it. 

Two full years into your relationship and a little war of pointing at each other and telling your partner that they had a problem and them not admitting it, on both sides, had started. Pretending that your relationship was all fine was getting harder and harder. Your opinion was always the stronger one while Zuho never seemed to face his issues. Occassionally you would wake up from that rage fit and at that time this was the last straw that kept you two at stake. You always tried to speak in a calm tone, telling him you don’t mean bad when the truth was that your helper syndrom was at it’s peak and you were near to exploding. Two and a half years in, that exact same barrel was constantly overflowing. You openly blamed him for not beeing able to show love when all you did was powder his butt with love and affection and yes, at first you were totally fine with it because that was what kept you driving. You thought you would get some praise for all the stuff you did because praise for you meant love. Why would anybody ever be nice to you when there wasn’t something they would wanna benefit from nor why would you get love when you did nothing very lovable. You had to earn yourself the love you always wanted. Zuho being that mysterious and heart broken guy you thought you could fix was the perfect experiment, just that you thought you were being genuine in what you did for him, and you were at first. But one day Zuho snapped.

Zuho: “How could I possibly take any of your love serious when honestly all you do this for is yourself, to not feel useless?!”

Y/N: “Who are YOU to judge who never even went out of his comfort zone and never EVER appreciated one thing I did, no wait, that ANYONE did for him? Are you that heartless? And you say you are the one suffering?!”

Those arguments went on and on for months and they were getting so bad that sometimes you wouldn’t even talk for a week straight because thats how either you two got your piece or how long it took for one of you to apologize, if that was even in any of yours vocabular. The hardest times were when guilt started kicking in and you realized you never even gave Zuho a chance to explain himself or you never saw listening to him as an option. And it’s true, pride shouldn’t be stronger than the knowledge of being able to step back with your own needs when someone else is suffering more and can hardly handle it. Sometimes. When you’d pull yourself together to reach out a hand to Zuho he would just slap it away, rarely ever accepting it and when he did, you two would surprisingly well talk it out, sometimes just sit next to each other or in each others arms while listening to each other cry. In those times of you two sharing words, apologies weren’t needed. Your tears spoke for you. But shame would often take over, then ignorance, and then the cycle started over and over again. Zuho, who, to your unbeknownst, analysed those situation more than you thought, took the courage to speak up about it in another of your rough conversations.

Zuho: “-Y/N I understand you... I have, in fact, two weeks ago. We have been at this point. Aren’t you tired of all of this? Why can’t we break out of this cycle? Everytime we two barely make it through the last argument and seem to make a good end, it all starts again because one of us is too full of themselve to admit we are having a problem. Listen I- I love you okay? I know we have said that like... maybe thrice in the last two months but honestly I just feel so exhausted when I hear it from you. I wanna accept it. I really do but can’t you imagine that every time I think we found a good basis and the hill is going up my hopes of us getting closer are thrown out the window because of a stupid fight? All this is stupid!”

Y/N: “...Gosh Babe I know I KNOW you’re right and I wish I could show you how I feel the same but... i feel like you say you understand but in fact you don’t because if you did you would’ve changed things... I don’t know but the past year I have always been the one to take steps towards you and my strength to do that is slowly fading. I feel like I am running on hot coals when sometimes I feel like I deserve for you to come and pick me up and carry me on your hands. I don’t wanna blame you here but I fear I just don’t have the mentality anymore and it- it destroys me from the inside. Why is it so hard for you to just give back a bit of love? I see we both seem delighted by the concept of ‘give and take’ but do you know how hard of a punch in the face it is for me when you say you cannot take my ‘I love you’s” serious anymore but then demand that I put down my guard of basic needs for love when in all those years this was your main problem and you NEVER made an attempt at stepping out of your bubble? Zuho that is taking but never giving!”

Zuho: “Y/N WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU TRY TO BE BETRAYED YOUR WHOLE LIFE AND THEN TRUST PEOPLE AGAIN? I-”

You flinched.

Zuho: “Shit Sorry... excuse me I didn’t mean to yell I- *sigh*”

Y/N: “No Zuho, you meant that. Sometimes, and I am sorry for what I am about to say but I can’t do this anymore, sometimes I desperately wish for us to fight after we didn’t talk for a week because I really hope we find each other in fights where we end up in each others arm just crying... Because that has been the ONLY time over the last year where we have truely been emotionally on the same level and where we exchanged some kind of affection. Shit we don’t even have Sex anymore Zuho!”

Zuho:��“We did have reconciliation Sex-”

Y/N: “ ZUHO WAKE UP! That has literally been hate Sex! Do YOU not ever wish to be held gently? To be carrased??? Surprise, surprise: I DO!”

The long pause that filled the air made you anxious.

Zuho: “I... I really have never given you the attention you deserve, have I?”

His question made you unbelievably sad and heartbroken, tears started running.

Y/N: “No Zuho... you haven’t. And I am shook it took you three years to realise. I... *sob* Zuho I know I haven’t been nice to you over the last year either. But I was desperate and helpless. All those fights I started were a call in hope for you to wake up. Everytime I tried talking sublty about it, trying to approach you to rationally talk about my needs I hoped for you to do better but you took it personally and made it seem like I had bad intentions. I noticed that if this wouldn’t work and that you would only yell at me- I thought yelling back would be the only way to get through to you...”

Zuho has long started crying too, holding his hands infront of his face, running them through his hair, walking up and down the apartment and sitting back down again.

Y/N: “And YES Zuho. I DO wanna apologize for all the things I have said. But don’t you realise that while I know you deeply wanted to fight your commitment issues, you pushed me away and did the exact opposite? I don’t wanna reach out anymore. I love yo-  ahrrghh I don’t dare to say it when you might think I don’t mean it but I always meant it. And Zuho I still do, but I need to safe myself now.”

Zuho was shaking his head. He couldn’t get himself to look into your eyes because that meant accepting the situation. His breathing got heavier and heavier until he broke down and all came out. He just realised that he was the perfect example of ‘People only start to appreciate something when they lost it’ and he did not want to see your crying form because that meant to look at what he had done, how he broke you and how your instability was his fault. 

Zuho: “Please no... Please tell me WHY WHY WHY when all we want is to be loved- WHY can’t we take the courage to do it NOW? Y/N please tell me you give this a chance if you love me! This can’t end like this, I was so so stupid PLEASE I can’t loose you! I- I-”

Zuho was now facing you, begging on his knees while you sat on your shared sofa, his head laying on your thighs and his arms hugging your lower body so tight in fear of letting you go, feeling his tears on your legs. You had to wipe your own away, fast enough for them not to hit Zuho but you have never felt something so heavy in that moment and it was too hard for you to hold all of them back.

Y/N: “Zuho I- I start to think that I used to love the old you. I loved the thought of naive little me thinking I now found my prince and that now my time to be loved has come and I miss the time I found joy in us. I was disappointed once and I just cannot handle a second time and I don’t want to take the risk. That’s delusional for both me AND you. Gosh you don’t know how hard it is for me right now but-”

Zuho: “No, No, NO I am begging you please don’t say it please Y/N I cannot handle another person leaving me... I can’t!”

Y/N: “I know Zuho, I know but it has to be said! I don’t think we do each other good and for both our sakes it is better for each of us to start and learn to love and accept ourselves first and... and learn how to deal with our issues first and-”

You took a deep breath.

Y/N: “I think it’s time to end this relationship.”

Zuho’s sobbing got immense in that exact same moment, he had difficulties containing his breathing and when he started to stand up to furiously walk through the apartment it stung like a knife right through your heart to see his red eyes, his puffy lips and cheeks, you so badly desired to hold him, kiss him and tell him that everything is going to be fine but you promised yourself you wouldn’t lie to yourself ever again. Seeing him like this, who you always dreamed about would love you, made you do him justice and you broke down in whimmers too, holding your hand against your mouth, your vision blurring due to all the tears collecting themselves.

The scene was pure heartbreak and the world you two tried to poorly create fell apart,

finally...

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I wrote this for a friend of mine and while I wrote this I thought “Wow Niwi are you okay? This is damn sad”... I am not. I was bawling my eyes out the whole time- I really hope you enjoy this one. Niwi~

#SF9 #SF9 Zuho #Zuho #Zuho x Reader #Angst #SF9 Oneshot #SF9 Fanfiction #Kpop Fanfiction #Kpop Oneshot #Heartbreak #Toxic Relationship AU #SF9 AU #Zuho Oneshot #Zuho Fanfiction

[lunnanunna]

Don’t Go

SF9 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Summary: Miyoung was missing the two oldest who enlisted and the rest of her members are there for her.

Warnings: light swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @many-gay-magpies @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180 @frankenstein852 @jenseok17​ @keijikunn​ @glitteringcoffeefreak​

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open. Feedback is welcomed.

Miyoung sat on her bed reading. She had recently picked up No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and was loving it. She was definitely going to reread it.

She reached for her coffee that she had on her bedside table as she reread the last bit of the current chapter she was on. She really liked the style of this author. Though she had really been liking a lot of different styles lately, seeing as she had been filling her time with reading lately. If she wasn’t filming for her channel, she was reading.

All this reading may or may not be her way of coping. (Coping with Youngbin and Inseong being gone due to enlistment.) Miyoung had no idea how she was going to deal with all of her members, if only two had enlisted and she was struggling.

Basically, in Miyoung’s mind, if she spends less time with her members now, it’ll hurt less when they leave. Was it working? Of course not. She was miserable. And she was pretty sure that her members were starting to worry, which was never a good thing.

Miyoung startled when the door to her room opened. Looking up, she saw Seokwoo and Sanghyuk walk in. She was not ready for whatever shenanigans they were about to bring, but judging by their faces, Miyoung knew that there was no way for her to avoid it.

“What do you want?” she asked, closing her book. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the two. They in turn, side-eyed each other then smirked as they walked over to her.

“We miss you,” Seokwoo said, pouting.

“We saw each other this morning,” Miyoung shook her head.

“Yeah, in passing. After you got your coffee, you came back in here and haven’t left ever since,” Sanghyuk whined, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

Miyoung shrugged, picking at a loose thread of her sweat shorts.

“Mimi, we’re not scolding you. It’s just that this has been happening a lot. Other than practice, we’ve barely seen you,” Seokwoo said, sitting on the floor next to where she was on the bed.

She shrugged again.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding us?” the taller of the two asked.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Miyoung was quick to respond.

“Really, now?” Sanghuyk asked, raising his own brow at the girl.

“I’m not! I’ve just been busy,” Miyoung shrugged, though she wasn’t sure if that was going to hold up in court.

“Reading doesn’t count, Mimi. Plus you’re a fast reader. So when you’re done with a book you should have plenty of time to hang out with us,” Jaeyoon said from the doorway.

Miyoung glared at him as he walked through, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. This was starting to feel like an intervention of sorts.

“What is this?” she asked, waving vaguely at everyone as they sat at her desk, her bed, or on the floor.

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Taeyang said, climbing over her to sit between her and the wall.

“An intervention,” Chanhee nodded.

“We don’t know what’s going on exactly, but last time you pulled away from us, you were being assaulted,” Juho said.

Miyoung stilled. They were right. She scoffed at herself, breaking her promise of always coming to them no matter what.

“You think this is funny?” Youngkyun asked, frowning.

“Listen, we can’t read you the way Youngbin-hyung can. We don’t know what’s wrong, but we can at least see that something’s wrong,” Juho said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m laughing, but not because it’s funny. It’s because I thought I had changed, but I didn’t. I’m still hiding things and possibly leading to trouble,” Miyoung said, running her hands through her hair.

The boys looked at each other then back at Miyoung, as Taeyang spoke up. “Then tell us.”

Miyoung covered her face with her hands. She could feel her face heating up. The fact that she was pulling away from them because she didn’t want to have to deal with the emotions that will come with them enlisting, was embarrassing.

“Are you in trouble?” Juho asked.

The visual looked up, shaking her head, “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Then what?” Sanghyuk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” she answered, shrugging. Miyoung chewed on her lip, looking at her hands.

At that, the boys all looked at each other. Deeming it better that she feel embarrassed over unsafe, they agreed to wait for her.

“Then you don’t have to tell us now,” Seokwoo said.

“As long as you’re not in any danger,” Chanhee added.

Miyoung looked up at them. She could tell that they meant it, but now she was feeling guilty. There’s no reason she couldn't tell them. It’s not like they’d make fun of her.

She took in a deep breath then spoke up, “I don’t want you guys to go.” It came out mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Taeyang asked.

Miyoung shrugged, “Enlistment.”

“Oh, Mimi,” Sanghyuk said, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. She curled up, hiding her rapidly flushing face in his chest.

“Wait, Young-ah. Do you miss Youngbin and Inseong?” Jaeyoon asked.

Miyoung nodded her head.

“And now you’re already thinking  about how you’ll miss us too when we go?” Youngkyun asked.

She nodded again.

“I know that this is a serious thing for you, but God damn, this is fucking adorable,” Juho smiled.

Miyoung groaned. “Don’t make fun.”

“We’re not,” Taeyang said from behind her and Sanghyuk. He ran his hand through her hair.

“Noona, we’re not all leaving at once. You’ll never be alone,” the maknae assured.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I won’t miss each of you when you leave,” she pouted.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You were embarrassed to tell us?” Jaeyoon asked.

“Sort of. But it was mostly because I figured if I spent less time with you guys, I’d grow less attached and it’s hurt less,” she confessed.

“Okay, my turn to hold our cute Mimi,” Seokwoo said as he pulled Miyoung from Sanghyuk’s lap and onto his. Sanghyuk squawked as she was pulled away. Miyoung on the other hand, flushed again as she was being handled like a ragdoll. (It was always like that when it came to cuddling with these boys.)

Once in the tallest member’s lap, she was turned to face the rest of her members, much to her embarrassment. Seokwoo wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. Miyoung squirmed.

“I’m going to tell you right now, Miyoung, that your plan was going to backfire on you so badly,” Juho said.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

“Listen, Noona. All you need to know is that you’ll never be alone, and we won’t be gone forever. Two years will fly by before you know it. Plus half of us aren’t due to enlist for years,” Youngkyun said.

Miyoung nodded. She knew all that. Still, that didn't stop her from not wanting them to go. “I know.”

“Then let’s focus on the now. Yeah the hyungs aren’t here now, but we’ll keep in contact and they’ll visit too,” Taeyang said.

“Youngbin-hyung will definitely come back if he hears that Miyoung was crying over him,” Seokwoo spoke into her neck, chuckling.

“Yah! I’m not crying over him,” Miyoung protested.

“At the moment, but if you’re missing them that bad, I can only imagine how many times you’ve had to stop yourself from crying,” Chanhee smirked.

Miyoung pouted, “Maybe it would be better if you all left.”

“You don’t mean that,” Taeyang said with a knowing look.

“No. No, I don’t,” Miyoung shook her head, frowning. The others chuckled.

“Okay. Okay. That's enough pouting. How about we order takeout and watch a movie then we can prove to Mimi that she’ll never be alone?” Jaeyoon suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Seokwoo said, standing up. He threw Miyoung over his shoulder and followed the others to the living room.

“Mimi, we love you,” Taeyang smiled, looking at Miyoung who was hiding her blush behind her hands.

“I love you guys too,” she mumbled out. She smiled despite herself.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

#sf9 #sf9 au #sf9 10th member #sf9 extra member #sf9 fanfic #sf9 scenarios #sf9 oneshots #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop oneshots #female kpop additions #kim youngbin #kim inseong #lee jaeyoon #lee dawon #baek zuho #kim rowoon #yoo taeyang #kim hwiyoung #kang chani

[shinestarhwaa]

So maybe sf9 mtl to fall asleep before you?? ☺☺

SF9 MTL to fall asleep before you

This makes me so soft already ohgod here we go <3

MOST

Inseong

Rowoon

Chani

Dawon

Taeyang

Hwiyoung

Youngbin

Jaeyoon

Zuho

LEAST

I think Inseong would love cuddling with you before sleeping and he'd get so comfy with you he'd pass right out. I see Rowoon sleeping early too because we know he be overworked and he wants to stay awake for you but the moment he hits his bed and he's beside you he can rest and falls asleep with you in his arms. I think Chani would act like he is gonna stay awake and he'd fall asleep only to wake up and deny he slept early.

With Dawon and Taeyang it depends on their and your mood, they can get tired but if they knows you've had a rough day they'd stay awake until you're sound asleep.

Hwiyoung and Youngbin would often stay awake to watch you sleep peacefully, as it helps them calm their mind, seeing you at ease.

Jaeyoon and Zuho would refuse to sleep before you, so you wouldn't have to worry about anything and they could protect you and hold you close during the night

#kpop #oneshot #sf9 #Fluff #i'm so soft for them #Help #Rowoon #Inseong #Youngbin #Jaeyoon #Zuho #Dawon #Hwiyoung #Chani #Taeyang #Sf9 fluff

[synthetickitsune]

Hey. Just wanted to say love your writing. I was just wondering if there are any sf9 writings you are working on? I love when you write about them

Hey, thank you! I'm happy you enjoy them ♡

And yeah, I have some prompt rqs with Chani that I'd like to finish and post during the week, and then I'm also halfway through writing a reaction rq with s/o flirting with them when drunk

From what I plan to write, there's another yandere!sf9 reaction, and a rq with Zuho & Jaeyoon smut, and there are some wips that I haven't touched in a while with Inseong comfort, Hwiyoung angst and Jaeyoon angst oneshots!

#💌 non nons~

[gamerwoo]

[SF9 Imprinted] Zuho: Scary

Anonymous asked: Zuho, something fluff ig but i cant think of something specific 😅 

Anonymous asked: Can I request an imprinted thing for Zuho? Preferably fluffy ending but with angst at the beginning? Maybe with the mate being terrified of him when they find out he’s a werewolf, but they’re trying to be okay with if? Then something happens where the mate is in danger and he saves them and then they start to trust him more? Is that too specific? 😬

Characters: Zuho x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, angst, fluff, small mention of homophobia at the beginning, alcohol, drugs, idk just a lot of like stereotypical partying stuff and sad shit

Word count: 5,589

Summary: Juho knew that imprinting wouldn’t necessarily be easy since nobody believed in werewolves, but he didn’t expect it to be this difficult. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in them -- you very much did -- you were just terrified of getting close to him. He assumed you were afraid of him because he was a werewolf, but it was much more than that.

a/n: i’ve written the “mate is afraid of werewolves” trope like, way too much, so i did edit the idea quite a bit. there is angst and fluff, and reader is kinda scared in a way, but it’s not exactly what was requested but i hope it’s still fine lmao (and if the storyline seems familiar it’s because i kinda yoinked what i had done for minho before bc i thought that would fit pretty well)

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“What are you doing?” Juho demanded. He was damn near ready to rip Chani’s head off when he saw you lean over and peek out from behind the younger boy. His expression softened for a moment as he saw how wide your eyes got, but he had to focus on Chani. The pup was the reason he was sent out, anyway. “You have school today, you idiot.”

“Juho--”

“You can’t just run away whenever you feel like it, y’know.” Juho continued, scolding the younger boy like a parent would. He stopped when he was in front of Chani, but his attention was mostly on you in his peripherals. He could see the way you played with your fingers and seemed like you wanted to sneak away while he was distracted. “Your grades will slip, your parents will start suspecting things, and--”

“Calm down,” you mumbled, wanting to stick up for Chani but also worried about drawing attention to yourself. You had never been afraid of anyone or anything, but you were afraid of Juho -- just not for the reason one might expect. “The kid needed a break.”

Chani frowned, mumbling, “Don’t call me that.”

Juho’s eyes flickered between you and the younger boy, “A break from what?”

“Some kid was giving him and Hansol shit,” you explained as Chani’s cheeks heated up from embarrassment, “and Chani almost shifted on him for picking on his mate. He came to me because I’m the only one that actually listens to his problems.”

“We listen!” Juho insisted. “And...since when are you and _____ friends anyway, huh?”

You gave Juho a look like you weren’t buying that statement, “You were just accusing him for ‘skipping school for no reason’.”

It was times like this when Juho realized you definitely weren’t the bad person everyone seemed to think you were -- as if you being afraid wasn’t a giveaway that you actually had feelings. You were a good person with – from what he could tell – good intentions, that made poor choices. He still didn’t know why you made those choices, but he wasn’t giving up on his mission to find out. But that would have to wait until after he got you to trust him.

Juho sat in the grass across from the two of you, letting his backpack fall from his shoulders, “What was he picking on the two of you for?”

“For the exact reason you think: we’re dating,” he mumbled, staring at his lap. “And I’m not embarrassed by him or that we’re dating, I just don’t get why people have to be so...I dunno.”

“I know, people can be really ignorant,” the older wolf sighed after Chani sat down beside him in the grass -- you stayed standing. “I’m glad you don’t feel anything negative about imprinting on Hansol. Love is love no matter what, and there’s nothing wrong with you and Hansol being together. Did he say anything back?”

“I left before he could say anything,” Chani sighed, toying with his fingers. “If I stayed any longer, I would’ve shifted. I was shaking so much…”

“Well, I’m not happy you ditched school, but I’m glad you made it here and calmed down,” Juho nodded, reaching over to place a hand on Chani’s shoulder. Then he looked at you, his brown eyes giving you a grateful look. “Thanks, _____.”

You just shrugged, “Don’t thank me, I do this all the time.”

Juho turned back to Chani, “I’ll bring you home when I’m done with classes, okay?”

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” you promised.

“No, you’re going to class,” he stated, giving you a hard look so you knew he wasn’t backing down. “Inseong’s tutoring in the library until 4pm, so Chani can go sit with him.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “Since when do you think you’re the boss of me, Baek Juho?”

After the whole car incident, Juho was surprised that you’d stand up to him like that. He’d always known you were typically snarky and stubborn with a bad attitude, but he also knew you were afraid of him. You avoided him like the plague, and especially after punching Inseong’s car right in front of you, he hadn’t seen you even on campus for two weeks. So...maybe you weren’t afraid of him? Or maybe Chani had helped him out and put in a good word?

He still was’t even sure when Chani befriended you.

“She sure told you,” Chani chuckled, making you smirk.

Juho frowed, grabbing the back of Chani’s neck and beginning to push him back toward campus, “Just get to class!”

-

After bringing Chani home, Juho went home to take a quick nap before he started his homework. Well, “quick nap” ended up lasting five hours. When he woke up, he just felt something…off. It was a typical feeling he got with you as a mate, but it never failed to make his heart race as he was always worrying that you were in danger.

You were a “bad girl” type. You drove a motorcycle, you skipped class, you smoked and drank and you were rumored to do drugs -- which Juho found out was true but it was never anything hard. Actually, the first time Juho met you, he thought you were trying to sell drugs to Hyunggu from Hui’s pack. And that day, after the two of you made eye contact, you turned and booked it in the other direction. He knew you knew what he was, and he knew you were afraid.

“Going out to to find _____?” Dawon guessed as Juho rushed to put his shoes on by the door.

“Don’t wait up.” he joked lightly as he left the  house.

He followed the pull as he drove, leading him to some frat house that was clearly having a party. He should’ve known you’d go out on a Friday night, but he ended up sleeping for too long and couldn’t stop you from going. Now, he’d have to find you in the party and fight you to go home.

He went inside, trying to keep to himself, as he just wanted to get you and get out. The crowd was bigger than it usually was, but he knew he could find you just from the pull – normally, he could also just track you with your scent, but it was difficult to pick out over the alcohol and drugs, though it was still faintly in his nose.

After a few minutes of searching, he finally found you in the middle of the sweaty bodies that were gathered to dance in the living room. You smelled strongly of weed and alcohol, but he was just glad you weren’t passed out or something.

It made him kind of sad he only ever saw you smiling and carefree at parties. He wished he could have fun with you and make you smile like this, but it was hard when you actively avoided him and seemed to have fear in your eyes whenever you saw him.

He frowned as he grabbed your wrist and started bringing you to the exit, feeling a bit bad that he was going to be the cause of the smile being wiped from your face.

“Hey!” you whined when you felt yourself being dragged away from your “friends”. You looked up and saw it was Juho, and you tried your best to pull away. “Hey! Juho! Let me go!”

“You know you shouldn’t be here,” he sighed, knowing he sounded more like a parent than anything else. “I’m bringing you home, _____.”

You figured a werewolf would be more fun; more daring. Why was Juho being such a killjoy? 

“Whyyyyy?” you groaned, dragging out the last letter until Juho had to turn around and put a hand over your mouth.

It was high time Juho worked this out with you. How long had he been chasing after you and trying to get you to like him? And he was still nowhere near getting closer to you. He wanted to know why you did bad things like party an unhealthy amount and rely on getting high to feel happy. He knew you weren’t a bad person, so why would you do bad things?

“When I get you home, we’re having a talk,” he stated, indicating he’d have no backtalk about it. He turned back around, this time holding your waist firmly as he guided you out, supporting most of your weight as you wobbled. “I’ll have somebody come pick up your motorcycle.”

“No, I wanna--”

Before you could finish your slurred protest, Juho had turned around, and easily held you over his shoulder, carrying you to his car. You didn’t even bother saying anything, your body hanging limply as he walked. Part of you actually enjoyed the closeness, and you found yourself pouting when he put you down.

“What?” he asked at your expression as he opened the car. “Is this about your bike?”

“No,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“So what’s the problem?”

“You let me go!”

He blinked a few times as he processed your words, and then the corners of his mouth tugged up in a smile, his inner wolf rumbling with joy, “I’m sorry. Get in the car, okay?”

You complied, letting him help you just because you liked the tingles his skin left on yours before he buckled you up and closed the door. Once he got in on his own side, he started up the car. You shifted in your seat, pulling your knees to your chest while you stared at him. Maybe if you knew how good it felt to have him touch you, you wouldn’t be so afraid.

No, you’d be even more afraid. You were just too drunk to remember why you avoided Juho.

“Yes?” he chuckled as he pulled away from the side of the road and started toward your apartment.

“How do you always find me?” you wondered.

He reached over to pat your knee, “We’ve already had this conversation, _____.”

Before he could take his hand back, you grabbed it and held in in your own. While Juho’s eyes widened, and he let out a soft, involuntary purr, you didn’t see the big deal in your sloppy mindset.

“What’s this for?” he wondered, his cheeks staining pink.

“I like when you’re close to me,” you admitted with a hiccup at the end that made Juho smile. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not,” he promised, though he was laughing when he spoke, “I just think you’re being cute.”

“I’m cute?” you repeated, to which he nodded. “Nobody’s ever called me that… Huh…”

Juho glanced over at you, and saw you were smiling to yourself. He just left the conversation there, wanting to get you home as quickly as possible, and it was better if you were in a good mood.

Once at your apartment building, Juho parked his car where he usually did, and called Youngbin to pick up your motorcycle as he carried you on his back up to your floor. He unlocked the door for you as you softly played with his hair, the smile never leaving his face. Finally inside, he carefully set you down on the floor.

Your apartment was extremely small. It was a tiny studio apartment, so your bedroom, living room, and kitchen were all one room. You were thankful you at least had a bathroom, but you didn’t even have a tub – just a very small shower that didn’t even have hot water half the time. You worked one job that wasn’t very good – if you didn’t count the dealing you did on the side – and you were also trying to go to college in an attempt to turn your life around. You were lucky enough to even get this place. You were just happy you weren’t homeless.

“Youngbin’s getting your bike, and he’ll park it in the parking garage.” he told you as you stumbled your way toward your small dresser. “Where’re you going?”

You yanked open one of the drawers before tossing your tight crop top off of your body, letting it drop haphazardly to the floor. Juho just watched, shaking his head as you somehow almost fell over trying to get a over-sized t-shirt out of the drawer.

He walked up to you in only a few steps, taking the shirt from you and turning it right-side-out, “Arms up.”

You complied willingly, enjoying the feeling of having someone care for you. Juho smiled fondly at you as you just stood in front of him in your shorts, and a black bra. He figured he would’ve felt sort of weird being around you while you were half-naked, but he didn’t really care. He just saw it as him taking care of you.

He pulled the shirt over your head before he went into the bathroom in search of something to clean your makeup off your face. While he did that, you took your shorts off and sat down on the mattress, waiting patiently for him.

As soon as Juho sat down across from you, you closed your eyes so he could take off your makeup for you, “Why are you being nice to me? Don’t you hate me like everyone else?”

“I don’t hate you, _____.” he replied, softly wiping off your foundation when you released his wrist. “Don’t you hate me? You always seem so...afraid of me. Is it because I’m a werewolf?”

“No,” you mumbled, closing your eyes so he could clear off the eye makeup, “it’s not that you’re a werewolf. I’m afraid of how I feel.”

“How you feel?” he chuckled. “What does that mean?”

“I think I love you.”

Juho paused, pulling his hand away to look at you. You opened your eyes when you realized he wasn’t putting the wipe to your face again, but you didn’t understand the surprise and confusion on his face. You just stared back at him neutrally.

“You’re afraid that you love me?” he wondered quietly, his voice soft like a faint breeze in the middle of the night. “Why?”

You shrugged like a child, but your response was much less playful. “I've never felt the way I do about you toward anyone else. You make me feel...all weird. But a good weird, so that makes it bad. And you’re a werewolf which is supposed to be strong and cool and badass and like, that makes it even worse because I’m even more attracted to you because of it. I don’t wanna love anybody.”

“_____, why don’t you want to be in love?”

Instead of answering his question, you let out a huff. “Juho, you should go home.”

“I’m staying the whole night to make sure you’re okay in the morning,” he replied, taking the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it, and finishing wiping off your face instead. “Youngbin has to come get your motorcycle keys anyway.”

“But Juho--”

“No ‘but Juho’,” he said, cutting you off. “I don’t hate you, and I don’t care if you're afraid of your feelings for me. I can help you be better if you’ll let me.”

“If you get closer to me, you’ll just get your life ruined,” you blabbered, tripping over your own words as your emotions got the best of you – it didn’t help that you weren’t sober yet, either. “Why won’t you just listen to me?”

“Why don’t you?” he chuckled despite the fact you were clearly upset. “_____, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I know you know how imprinting works; I love you no matter what, and I always will. I just don’t like the things you do, but that can be changed.”

“What if it’s too late for me?” you asked, sniffling from the tears that started to fill your eyes.

“It’s not, I promise,” he told you as he stood up to throw the makeup wipe away. “Now lay down, okay?”

You sighed but did as he said, curling up like usual.

Juho was surprised you opened up, even if it was just a little bit. He was getting somewhere, so that was good. Not a lot of it made much sense to him, but it was still something. It also didn’t explain why you were always partying and getting high, but he was sure that would fall into place somewhere. He just had to be patient.

He walked over to the couch, figuring he could sit there until you fell asleep. However you waved him over despite the fact you didn’t even seem to want him to stay to begin with. You just couldn’t resist that feeling of having someone want you around. It was new for you, and you weren’t sober yet. Your mind wasn’t thinking right, so you just went with what your heart felt.

He sat on the mattress, leaning his back against the wall. You pulled him to lay down before laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes, deciding your mate was much more comfortable than the cheap pillows you slept on.

As Juho listened to your breathing, you listened to his heartbeat that lulled you to sleep. Juho looked down at your sleeping face, brushing some hair from it.

“I just want to help you, _____…” he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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It was too early for Juho to be having bad feelings. It was the middle of the day on a Thursday, why was he having bad feelings? He had to find out, so he left the campus to go to your apartment and check up on you.

Thankfully, your motorcycle was in it’s usual space, and he sensed your presence when he got to your door. He knocked, calling your name, but he got no answer. He could hear your heartbeat, but he still panicked, knowing you could’ve passed out or something.

He managed to get the door open without using his strength to break it -- your apartment wasn’t really the best or safest place -- and almost cried when he saw you standing in the kitchen with a bowl in one hand, and a lighter in the other. The room was full of smoke, and completely smelled like weed, but fuck, you were okay.

“_____,” he sighed in relief as he closed the door and walked over to you quickly, “why aren’t you at work?”

You just shrugged, putting the bowl back to your lips. Juho quickly pulled it away from you, noticing your bloodshot eyes, and the way they didn’t completely focus on him when you looked at him. There was no doubt in his mind you were completely baked, but he’d never seen you this high, even at a party.

“Don’t shrug at me, give me answers!” he demanded, gripping your shoulders, looking at you with worry. “What happened?”

“I got fired, okay!” you burst, shoving him away angrily. “I had to sell at work because I have no fucking money, and somebody got mad at me because I wouldn’t sell their shit to Chani. They snitched on me to my boss, so I got fired. And now…”

As you spoke, your anger dissipated to fear and sadness. You shook your head, covering your face while you squeezed your eyes shut to keep the tears that filled your eyes from spilling over. This one time, you couldn’t keep your tough front up, and it both frightened and worried Juho. He’d never seen you really cry until now, and he’d never heard your voice break like it had. He’d seen you afraid before, but never this kind of scared or upset.

“I’m going to be homeless, Juho.” you laughed weakly, rubbing your glassy eyes before you looked at up at him. “I’m broke. I fucked up again, and for the second time in my life, I’ll be homeless.”

Second? Juho shook his head, realizing that wasn’t the big issue here. The issue was getting you to come down, and calm down. He took your hand, bringing you to the couch with him to sit. You continued to wipe under your eyes to keep tears from falling, but you’d swipe away the ones that managed to escape, hoping Juho didn’t notice.

But he did notice. He noticed how your lower lip quivered, and your hands shook, and your expression tried to play it off like it was some kind of dumb joke but your eyes were full of fear and uncertainty. It scared him to see you so vulnerable, but he knew this was a step in the right direction.

“_____, listen to me,” he said softly, cupping your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes, “everything will be okay.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you continued to play it off like everything was okay – something you wouldn’t have been able to manage if you weren’t on drugs that always made you feel giggly, “No it won’t. I know I fucked up, and I know this is a sign that I’ll always be how I am.”

“That’s not true. You can change, you just need help,” he insisted.

You just snorted, pushing his arms away, “I wanna do it on my own. I’ll drag you down with me.”

He sighed deeply, realizing he had to just have this talk with you, “_____, you have to tell me where all of this is coming from. Why do you think so lowly of yourself?”

So you broke and told him, giggling through the whole thing because you found it all funny in a sick, twisted way. You and your life was just one giant shit show, and that was why you didn’t want to fall in love with anyone. You knew you’d ruin that poor person’s life because you were a walking train wreck that couldn’t be fixed. Your parents were killed in a car crash, but none of your family wanted to take you in. Your grandparents were too old to care for you, and your aunt and uncle had kids of their own. They planned on putting you up for adoption, so you ran away before they could. You were on your own at fifteen, going to different women and children shelters until you’d overstayed your welcome. You graduated high school at seventeen, somehow managing to pass your classes. You got accepted to a university because you managed to keep your grades up, but you didn’t have the money to support yourself. That was when you started selling drugs for a girl that stayed at the shelter you were staying in at the time.

From there, you built a name for yourself, and eventually stemmed away from her to do your own thing. You managed to get an apartment – a shitty one, but still your own place – before you landed the job taking orders and answering the phone at a rundown pizzeria nearby. And that was where you were up until the very moment you were fired. After that, everything you slowly built up, while it was very small things to anybody else, came crashing down.

Juho listened to your story without interruptions, though he didn’t like the way you kept laughing and crying at the same time. He almost thought you were hysterical, but you still kept your cool and never panicked.

At the end, he shook his head, missing one thing, “So…why do you go party and get high all the time?”

“Coping,” you shrugged, like it was no big deal. “When I do that, I don’t have to think about…this.” you said, gesturing around you. “My life’s completely fucked, Juho. Who would want this?”

While you giggled about your joke of a life, Juho chewed on his lip, trying to think of the best actions to take. He’d definitely have to bring you to his place, though he knew that the alpha wouldn’t be the happiest about it since Ellie was living with them now. But where did he go from there? There was hardly room for his pack of nine plus Inseong’s mate. How would they fit another person?

“I’ll fix this,” Juho nodded, speaking to both you and himself.

“Stop trying to fix things for me,” you muttered, reaching for the bowl he had put on the coffee table. “I told you that I don’t want to fall in love, and you hanging around isn’t helping that. I’m a lost cause anyway.”

“You,” he began sharply, taking your hand reaching for the drugs, and forcing you to look at him again so you’d know he was serious, his eyes turning a bright red that almost hypnotized you, “are far from a lost cause. I will help you, even if it’s the last thing I ever do. And I don’t care if you don’t want to fall in love because you’re afraid that you’ll sabotage yourself. I’m not going anywhere. In fact, the first thing I’m doing is bringing you to my place.”

So he picked you up on his back, and brought you to his car. He figured your bike would be safe in the garage until somebody came back for it, so he left with the few clothes you had, and whatever small number of other belongings you had.

You were still completely baked when you got to Youngbin’s, and the wolves’ noses scrunched up before you even entered. When they saw you, they finally understood where the smell was coming from.

“Why would you bring her here like that?” Inseong demanded. “Ellie’s upstairs, and--”

Juho told you to go to the only bedroom in the apartment before he explained the situation to his pack. They had to admit, they felt bad previously judging you, so they let Juho do whatever he had to do.

After Juho got you a bottle of water, he went to check on you. You were staring at the bed like you were staring at buried treasure. He just stood beside you, watching you until you finally noticed his presence.

“Do you see this?!” you gasped, gesturing to the bed. “You have a bed frame! Holy shit, you guys are like, loaded!”

He chuckled, opening the water bottle for you, “Sure, _____. Drink some water, please.”

You took the bottle without complaint since you were starting to get cotton mouth. You drank almost half the bottle before handing it back and flopping down on the bed. Juho screwed the cap back on as he sat beside you, trying to think about what to say next.

“I know I’ll regret this when I’m sober,” you said out of nowhere, staring at the floor like you were spaced out. Juho just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. You looked over at him, your eyes still bloodshot and glossy. “Please don’t make fun of me for it later.”

“I never would,” he swore, placing a warm hand over one of yours. “But you need to stop running away from me to try to save me or yourself or whoever. I’m going to love you no matter what, and I want to help you get better.”

“It’s not the help,” you shook your head, “it’s the getting close to people. If my family didn’t want me…I can’t see why you would.”

“Well, I do,” he stated surely, moving his hand off of yours in favor of putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side. “You’re always taking gambles; doing things you shouldn’t do. Consider this a gamble.”

“My biggest one yet,” you giggled, back to your drug-induced self.

“Alright, you need to sleep this off,” he decided, gently guiding you to lay down. “I’ll check up on you soon, okay?”

You were almost giddy from getting to sleep in a bed that was off the floor. Juho tucked you in before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Come find me if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Juho.”

“Anything for you.”

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Juho opened the door as soon as you sat up, looking around the room. Unfortunately, you remembered everything, and you were immediately embarrassed as soon as he entered the room. Your face heated up as you cast your eyes downward, but he was able to tell how you were feeling.

“We don’t have to talk about it, you know,” he told you, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him.

“So what, we just move on from it like it didn’t happen?” you asked with a scoff. “I know we have to talk about it.”

“I promise I won’t ever leave you,” he declared, sitting on the edge of the bed beside where you were laying. “I know it’s still scary for you, but you have to trust me. I’ll help you find a new job, I’ll help you find a place to live, and I’ll help you get sober.”

“What if I ruin your life too?” you asked quietly, staring at your lap that was still covered with a blanket.

“The only way my life can be ruined is if you leave it,” he said, giving you a warm half-smile. “You know, when you were drunk, you told me you liked being around me.”

Your cheeks blushed a deeper red, refusing to meet his gaze, “Well, drunk _____ also doesn’t make the best decisions. She’s not to be trusted.”

“I know you meant it. You feel the pull, _____. Don’t resist the puuuuull,” he sang playfully, leaning in as he tried to look at your blushing face.

You laughed, shoving him away lightly, “Dude, quit it!”

“I know you love the affection, _____. You fell asleep on me, you held my hand, and you complained when I didn’t carry you. Just…stop trying to keep me away. If I didn’t mean what I said, I would’ve given up already. I love you now, and I always will. I won’t go anywhere.”

You finally glanced up at him after a few moments of not saying anything, and just mulling over his words. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

“You better not tell anyone I was clingy,” was all you said.

“Are,” he corrected, brushing some hair from your face, and smirking when you leaned into his touch. “You are clingy. But I love it.”

-

A few months later, everything was different. You not only worked at a cute little boutique near campus, but you snagged a side job tutoring a few underclassmen since you were great with math after dealing drugs for those few years – and boy, did some of these kids pay well.

You were able to buy a nicer studio apartment in a better neighborhood – you still didn’t have a bed frame, but you had a decent mattress to sleep on – which made both you and Juho feel better about you living alone. You kept insisting on him moving in, but he refused until he managed to get a job to help pay rent.

“And where do you think you’re going, _____?” Juho smirked as he walked in on you checking yourself out in the mirror hung on your wall.

You spun around, raising an eyebrow as you slowly walked toward him hands on your hips, “Are you in charge of me?”

��Considering I can pick you up well over my head,” he hummed, shutting the door behind him as he entered, “I’d say I can. You promised to quit parties, _____.”

“I also promised to let Dawon borrow my motorcycle, yet that never happened either,” you pointed out. “It won’t be as bad if you come with me, right?”

Your mate made a face, his nose scrunching up at the mere thought of the scents that would attack his nostrils, “Still bad.”

Juho was not at all what you thought werewolves would be. He wasn’t dangerous or badass. He was a cat dad -- which was ironic since he was basically a giant dog -- who liked staying in and cuddling. He purred when you played with his hair, and his want for kisses never seemed to run out -- even if you did have a reputation to keep up. Juho was a soft and clingy werewolf, and you absolutely loved him more for it.

“I won’t bite this time!” you promised.

“Look, since you’re all dressed up,” he began with a smile creeping onto his face, “how about we go out tonight? We haven’t been on a date in a while.”

You couldn’t be happier with the way things were going with Juho. You wished you’d let him into your life properly a long time ago.

“Like where?” you quizzed.

“Where do you feel like going.”

“Party.”

He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You’re impossible.”

“We already knew this, yes,” you nodded with a laugh. “C’mon, Juho, please?”

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands, “For three hours, and you’re only allowed three drinks; no drugs.”

You grinned, grabbing his hand as you raced for the door, “Can we take my bike?”

“Can I drive?” he wondered.

You snorted as you dragged him to the stairs, thinking the elevator wasn’t fast enough for your liking, “No.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, matching his tone, “You love that bike more than me.”

“I love you way more, I swear,” you laughed.

Because you did, and you both thanked whatever greater power was out there that fate brought you two together.

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“Why don’t you act this nice to other people,” you say with a small laugh most of your weight being supported by Juho, “they wouldn’t misunderstand you so much if you were,” you mumble.

“Don’t you get tired from acting so nice?” He mumbles, “it’s easier if I’m just nice to you, I don’t care about everyone else's opinion of me,” he says with a sigh, “it’ll be easier if you just get on my back,” Juho says softly before taking your arm off from around his shoulder and crouching down so you can get onto his back.

“I didn’t agree to this,” you mumble but hop over and grab his shoulders anyway, “thank you, for taking care of me,” you say wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I always take care of you,” he mutters letting out a small laugh smiling to himself.

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Beautiful

Genre : Fluff/ a little bit of angst

Zuho x reader

Words : 1104

Summary : you have been feeling insecure about yourself but zuho is always there to remind you how beautiful you are.

Warning(s) : Angst, Body shaming, insecurities, Abuse/toxic relationship, panic Attack.

A/N : Hello lovelies! Just wanted to tell you that you are beautiful no matter what people said about you or what you think about yourself. (✿^‿^)

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You are standing in front of your mirror, Cursing yourself for not being beautiful enough. A sudden flashback of your past relationship came through your mind, the one that you will never forget. It was one of those night where you felt miserable about yourself.

In your past relationship, you were caught in an abusive relationship. Your ex would constantly called you bad things and body shaming you in the public making you feel insecure about your appearance. You're stuck in that situation for a couple of years until one day you had enough when you saw that your ex decided to cheat on you in front of you.

Without a second thoughts, you packed your bags and ran away from your ex boyfriend before he could do anything towards you. For months you were living in a rented room and working hard to fix your life when you starting to lose hope. That's when he came in to your life. Your saviour, Baek Juho, going by the name of Zuho.

You were working at one of the busiest diner in town when suddenly he walked in for the first time. You were mesmerized by his sharp features and charisma that radiated from him. For awhile you can't help but stare at him untill he turned his head towards you and gave you a little smile that made you heart jump. Feeling flustered you get back to your work, serving customers and making orders.

"Hi can I get a cup of coffee?" A deep voice interrupt your work. You turn around and was met by none other than him, Baek Juho.

"Yes of course! Anything else?" You replied to him with your usual smile. And just from that, a simple interaction leads to him going to the diner almost everyday making him to be a regular customer.

One thing lead to another, where you've become a Manager at the diner and your life has become a bit stable to say the least when he finally decided to ask you go on a date with him.

At first you were a bit scared because of your past relationship. But after talking to your friends and how they seemed to support you and want you to move on, you finally said yes.

You guys dated for a few months until a year later he asked you to be his girlfriend. It took you some times to gave him the answer but you can't deny that you were starting to fall for him. You can't help but to admit that you love him.

For the first few months, you were very cautious around him. Asking whether it's okay to do this or it's okay to wear that. You were scared of getting criticized by him but that thing never came. It never happened.

One day you finally decided to tell him why you're acting so cautious around him. You told him how you got into an abusive relationship that leds to your ex calling you bad things and cheated on you. You told him how you escaped from your ex and how you were struggling in the first few months without having a permanent home or job.

Zuho just sat there listen to your story closely. Zuho feels like he is responsible to keep you safe now. For the first time he felt how he wanted to protect you from everything just to keep you safe.

After you told him everything he didn't say anything but hugged you. He promise you to keep you safe and to protect you forever.

After that incident he told you to move in with him where he can easily take care of you and you fell in love with him even more at his Effort to keep you safe. You love him and that will never change.

That's how you and him met 3 years ago.

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"(Y/n)???" You are taken to reality when you heard Zuho's voice. You didn't realise that he had just come back from work. You panicked for little when suddenly you get panic attack making you feel breathless. You started to feel dizzy when you saw Zuho running towards you and immediately engulfing you with hug while telling you sweet things and reassuring you that everything is okay.

You started to cry in his arms saying how you hate seeing yourself. Zuho's heart breaks every time he sees you in such a vulnerable state. He picked you up bridal style and kissed your forehead. Zuho walk towards your shared bedroom and lay you down then leave you for a while to change and take a quick shower.

After about 10 mins he came out dressing in his pajama and lay down besides you, pulling you close to him and stroking your hair trying his best to calm you down.

"Shh... it's okay (Y/n) he's not here to do those thing to you again. I'm here for as long as you want me to...and I love you for who you are." He whisper to your ear. Making you calm for a bit after hearing his deep soothing voice.

"B-but... I'm not pretty he said it" your voice barely audible but zuho heard it.

"You don't have to be pretty for me to love you. I don't care how you look like. I fall in love with your heart, your personality. Your face is just a bonus point. I love how you make a cute face whenever you're trying to focus or how you would pout when you can't even reach a book in the highest shelf. (Y/n), you're as beautiful as who you are. You're one in a million and I don't want you to think negatively just because of that bastard." His words makes your heart racing.

You are processing his words when you feel his fingertips on your chin, lifting your head as your eyes met his. You could see love in his eyes and that made you feel guilty, you've made him worried.

"I'm sorry" you whisper as your eyes met his and your lips barely touch.

"Please don't, it was never your fault. I promise to look after you forever" he said and with that your lips met his and you swore that you could feel butterfly in your stomach.

Both of you breaks the kiss and decided to snuggle with each other. Him pulling you as close as possible. Exchanging good night's while he kissed your forehead.

'I love you, (Y/n)" that was the last thing you heard from him before you fell into a deep slumber.

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SF9 Reaction: The Morning After

A/n: not requested, but im a new sf9 stan and I am appalled at the lack of content variety for them so requests for sf9 are open my people! (this is not thoroughly edited sryy)

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Youngbin:

The sun peeked through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. Squinting your eyes, you stretched your arms and rolled over only to find a body next to you. A head of messy shaggy black hair lay tousled on the pillow beside you. Your eyes trained down the tan skin of the body, recognizing the familiar tattoo on his left side.

A smile slipped onto your face remembering the events of last night, Youngbin had come over for dinner and ended up staying the night...and a little more. Quietly you got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom to shower. After you finished you slipped on some shorts and a random shirt from your closet. Your legs were a little sore as you walked back up the bed.

Not wanting to wake your boyfriend just yet, you climbed back under the covers and wrapped your arms around his torso. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths. After a few moments, you felt him shift onto his back, eyes blinking open. 

He smiled seeing you already awake. “Morning,” His voice sent shivers down your spine. His arms wrapped around you pulling your body on top of his. “How long have you been awake?” 

“Not long,” you hummed leaning down and kissing his lips. 

He sighed, hand running up and down your back. “Are you free today?” Youngbin asked rolling over so he was hovering over you. You smiled as he pressed tender kisses down your neck. 

“Of course, I’m free. It’s a Saturday.”

He looked up wide eyed. “It’s a Saturday?”

“Yes, what day did you think it was?” Youngbin looked off to the side in thought. He really was the most precious man on this planet. You couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve been so busy lately.” He laughed and laid next to you. His hand reached for yours, playing with your fingers. For a moment you simply stared at each other, lovestruck grins on both your faces. 

“You want to go get brunch?” You asked with a smile.

“That sounds really good.” 

Inseong:

Something soft brushed against your neck. Your eyes were still too heavy to open, but your sleepy mind recognized the touch. Sleepily you ran your fingers through your boyfriend’s soft hair as you tried to open your eyes. A soft glow was coming through the bedroom window. 

Inseong hovered above you a sweet smile on his face. “Hi,” you whispered, making his smile grow larger. Pulling him down you pressed your lips against his, in a gentle kiss. “What time is it?” You whispered against his lips.

“About eight.”

You sighed and rolled into his side, snuggling into his arm. “I have work in an hour.” You whined. He laughed as you pulled the covers over your head. His long fingers pried the duvet away from your face. “Do I have to go to work?” You asked cutely, making his heart jump.

“Yes. Being an adult is a mandatory thing.” 

You sighed, hugging onto him even tighter. “What if I just put you in my purse and took you with me?” Inseong chuckled, the laugh vibrating throughout his chest. It was a happy sound. 

“I don’t think my six-foot tall ass could fit in your purse.”

“You don’t know that. I’m very persistent.” 

He laughed kissing the top of your head. The two of you spent a few more minutes cuddled up in bed, legs tangled together. “Okay, now you do have to get up.” A groan fell past your lips. “Hey, I’ll come back tonight after practice?” Your ears perked up at the mention of Inseong coming back.

You kissed his lips once more, before begrudgingly removing yourself from your boyfriend’s arms and the bed. He watched you get dressed a smile on his face. Before you left you leaned over Inseong still lying in bed, kissing his lips then his cheek. “Will you lock up before you leave?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Key is under the mat if you get here before me tonight.” You said with a wink before you left your boyfriend in your bedroom as you headed off to work.

Jaeyoon:

The sound of rain pelting against your window slowly brought you back to consciousness. Long fingers dragged softly up and down your back. Turning over, you saw your boyfriend, sitting up against your headboard, scrolling through his phone. Your tired eyes raked over him.

His dark hair was messy and sticky up in all directions. The light from his phone cast a blue glow over his face, highlighting all the sloping lines that made up your Jaeyoon. He smiled feeling you move under his hand. 

“Morning gorgeous,” 

His voice was deep and raspy sending shivers down your spine. The sheets rustled as you climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. Jaeyoon leaned down pressing a slow breathtaking kiss onto your lips. “Do you have schedules today?” You whispered against his lips. He sighed, feeling your hands run through his hair. 

“No, I’m yours for the day.” 

“Just for the day?” You said kissing down his jaw. Jaeyoon smiled, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” 

Jaeyoon rolled over, so he was laying on top of you, head snuggled in the crook of your neck. You listened to the rain, rubbing soothing patterns on the tan skin of your boyfriend’s back. “I wish I could wake up like this every morning,” He smiled at your words, lips trailing down your shoulder. 

“Let’s get an apartment together then.” 

You sat up, looking at your boyfriend. “Jae, you aren’t serious...are you?” Jaeyoon got off of you, leaning his head on his hand. He looked up at you, eyes crinkling in a smile. 

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.” Jaeyoon pulled you back down into his bare chest. “I would be crazy to pass up rainy mornings in bed with you.” You smiled feeling him kiss the top of your head. “That, and sex with you is incredible.” He said, you smacking his shoulder in response. 

Dawon:

The blaring of an alarm woke you up. Groaning you reached over and shut it off. “Inseong...I don’t want to get up.” A voice whined next to you. Dawon rolled over, onto his left side, as if trying to get away from his bandmate. You grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on before crawling over your boyfriend. Your hands traced over the familiar tattoos on his chest and stomach.

He sighed, feeling your lips on his. “I’m not Inseong, baby.” He smiled, eyes finally opening. “Hi,” You whispered kissing him again. 

“You are a sight for sore eyes.” He said drowsily. 

“Better than Inseong?”

“Oh, yeah. Miles better. Light years better.”

You laughed out loud, making Dawon smile. He loved your laugh. “Are you hungry?” You asked sitting up, legs on either side of his sheet covered body. He nodded yawning. “Pancakes?” His eyes popped open, and he sat up, arms wrapping around you. 

“Y/n, have I ever told you how amazing you are?” 

Laughing, you kissed his cheek and walked out of the bedroom. Your hands busied themselves with prepping all the ingredients on your kitchen counter. Dawon shuffled around your bedroom probably trying to find his clothes. “You can shower if you want!” You called out into the apartment. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dawon sleepily shuffle into your bathroom wearing only his boxers. 

Ignoring the urge to join him, you began making the pancakes. Just as you finished the door opened and Dawon walked out, towel drying his hair. “This smells amazing,” Dawon said, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“Let’s hope it tastes that way.” You said handing him a plate. 

“Won’t taste as good as you,” Dawon said with a smirk, a blush flooding your cheeks. Instead of responding you took one of the strawberries from off his plate and bit into the juicy fruit. 

Zuho:

You were awakened by the sound of thumping in your room. Sitting up you looked to find Zuho doing his best to silently get dressed; failing miserably. “Where are you going?” You asked, pulling the sheets over your chest as you sat up. Your best friend turned at the sound of your voice. 

“Uhhh.....Nowhere.” 

“If you were going nowhere you would still be in bed with me.” 

You could practically see the gears turning in his brain. His sleepy mind was doing it’s best to process the meaning behind your words. It was hard to hide how cute you thought he was. “So.....Wait- I don’t understand...”

“Get back in bed, doofus.” 

Zuho sighed and practically fell back onto your bed, falling asleep almost immediately. You laughed and pulled him back under the covers. With his eyes closed, Zuho pulled you into his chest, his leg throwing itself over yours. “So, last night?” He asked, rubbing your bare back. “Does this mean I can finally take you out on an actual date?” 

“Well- yeah. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for like eight months.”

Zuho laughed. He rested his head on top of yours. “I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. It would suck if I lost you over something like this. Like...really suck.” He sighed fully content with you in his arms. His heartbeat was slowly lulling you back to sleep. 

“It would take more than that to get rid of me.” You hummed. You were completely happy laying with Zuho. It was still insane to you that it took a random hookup for the two of you to finally confess. 

“Like what?” Zuho questioned.

Closing your eyes, you cuddled closer to him, arms wrapping around his stomach. “I don’t even want to think about leaving you.” You smiled feeling his heart beat a little faster. Soon the two of you fell back asleep, tangled up in each others arms.

Rowoon:

The bed was cold. The air conditioner must have kicked in at some point in the night. Cool air blew across your bare shoulders. Seeking warmth, you reached over for your boyfriend only to find him missing. You sat up, looking around the room. You immediately recognized the familiar smell in the room. You were at Rowoon’s dorm. 

The other boys were on vacation, but Rowoon stayed behind for some filming. You smiled realizing the two of you were completely alone. You flinched as your feet touched the cool wood of the floor. The sound of the shower running floated into the empty hallway. 

You smiled and pushed open the door, seeing Rowoon’s tall frame behind the curtain. Shedding any remaining clothing, you pulled the curtain back enough for you to step inside. 

Rowoon turned at the sound and smiled seeing you behind him. Quickly he rinsed the soap out of his hair, before turning to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Good morning,” You said reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss. 

“Is this how you’re going to greet me every morning?” He teased, looking you up and down. 

The water pelted down from the showerhead, wetting your shoulders. “It does save water,” You said with a smirk. He chuckled, the laugh rumbling in his chest. 

“Of course. Thank you for being so conscious of the Earth’s resources.” 

You laughed as he pushed you further under the water, soaking your entire body. He pushed your wet hair away from your face with a smile. Reaching back he grabbed a bottle and handed it to you. “Now, I’ll smell like you,” Rowoon’s heart skipped a beat at your bright smile.

“Is that a good thing?” 

“I love how you smell.” You said kissing him again. He sighed feeling your teeth pull at his bottom lip. His hands gripped your waist pulling you closer to him a smile shared between the two of you before joining your lips again.

Taeyang:

You were awakened by music playing in your apartment. You sat up very confused. Taeyang was no longer beside you. You could have sworn you fell asleep right next to him. With tired eyes and a sluggish body you dragged yourself out of bed and grabbed the nearest shirt on the floor. 

Rubbing your eyes you walked out into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing shirtless with a vacuum. His hair bounced as he moved with the happy music playing from your TV. His smile brightened when he turned and saw you leaning against the wall watching him.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He laughed and turned off the vacuum. “The one time you clean and it’s in my apartment. Tae, I may have to marry you.” Taeyang rushed over, pulling you into a big bear hug. 

“Do you see me complaining?” 

He smiled, feeling you bury your face in his neck. “Did you sleep well?” He nodded, pulling back to look at your face. 

“Do you always look like this in the morning?” Taeyang asked brushing his knuckles over your cheek. 

“Like what?”

“Like a gift from heaven.” You squealed, hands covering your face. He laughed, dragging you further into the living room. “Dance with me, baby.” Taeyang took your hand and spun you around. After a few minutes of dancing the both of you collapsed onto the couch out of breath. 

“Do you want to order in?” You asked, playing with Taeyang’s slender fingers. He nodded and reached over you to grab his phone. With the food ordered, you melted into the couch watching a new episode of the show Tae was currently binging. The doorbell rang, but neither of you moved to get off the couch. 

After a shared look, Taeyang yelled through the door, “JUST LEAVE IT THERE!” Taeyang kissed your cheek before rolling off the couch and grabbing the food. He jumped back next to you with a smile, finally able to enjoy the rest of your morning. 

Hwiyoung:

Arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. Your hands pressed against a firm chest as you slowly started to wake up. A dull gray light floated through your bedroom window. Hwiyoung lay under you, still asleep. You smiled remembering the night before. 

A sigh left your lips, feeling completely content. Sleepily, you reached up and twirled a strand of Hwiyoung’s hair between your fingers. He hummed still half asleep. “Hi, handsome.” You whispered, hand still playing with his hair. 

Hwiyoung’s hands left your waist to cover his face, but you could see his ears turn a light shade of red. Gently you removed his hands being greeted with his bright smile. Before Hwiyoung could say anything his phone began playing an upbeat song. He sighed and reached over, turning it off. 

“I have schedules today,” He whined. You leaned up, kissing him sweetly. His head fell back onto your pillow, thumb rubbing over the bare skin on your hip. “What if I just didn’t show up?” He asked making you laugh.

His smile fell when you shook your head and you started to move away from him. “I have classes today too.” His head turned, looking at you beside him. “Believe me, I would keep you here if I could.” Hwiyoung smiled, before sitting up, taking some of the sheets with him. 

You wrapped your arms around his chest, placing loving kisses on his shoulder. “You keep doing that I’ll never leave your bed.” Your boyfriend whispered. You could hear the grin in his voice. Eventually, he did get up and gathered his clothes, getting dressed in front of you. 

You watched Hwiyoung with sleepy eyes as he gathered his things. His long hair was still a mess and his shirt was wrinkled, but he looked almost the same as when he came over the night before. Giving you his signature gummy smile, he leaned over you, kissing you lovingly. “I’ll see you tonight?” He asked, hopeful eyes looking into yours. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Hwiyoung smiled and left your apartment, leaving you to get ready for the rest of your day, a smile plastered on your face.

Chani:

Something cold brushed against your leg. Your eyes fluttered open, sleep still trying to pull them close. You sat up a pair of arms falling off of your waist. Pain shot through your temples as you reached for your phone. However, it wasn’t your phone. It was Chani’s. Your eyes widened, seeing your best friend asleep beside you. You were at the dorm. No matter how hard you tried you struggled to remember much from the night before. Some drinking was involved. Chani pulled you back into his room for some reason. 

You cringed, memories of rough kisses and heated moments returning to you all at once. This was not how you wanted to tell Chani you liked him. Far from it. His phone told you that it was almost four in the morning. Slowly you got up from the bed, wincing at the pain between your legs. “Good grief, Chani.” You mumbled under your breath as you searched for your clothes quietly. 

After slipping your underwear back on, you grabbed the first shirt you could find on the floor, tossing it over your body. “That’s mine, Y/n.” Turning you saw Chani sitting up in bed. A piece of his dark hair sticking straight up. His deep voice raw from sleep. He looked more handsome than anyone should in the morning. “Where are you going?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. 

You had no idea how to react. He sounded like he wanted you to stay. Maybe he was still asleep? “I was just going to go-”

“Don’t go,” He said giving you a sleepy smile. His eyes looked towards the nightstand before he motioned you back onto the bed. Hesitantly, you sat next to him trying to keep your eyes from raking over his chiseled torso. “I have a gift for you.” Chani reached over, pulling open the drawer. In his hands was a little blue box. His hand brushed yours as he handed it to you. You stared questioningly at the box before looking back to him. In the box was a little metal key. “It’s a key to the dorms.”

You chuckled, setting the key back in the box. He looked up at you with an innocent smile. “What are you making me a more accessible late night booty call?”

Chani laughed pulling you down into a sweet kiss. “Late night,” His hands held tightly onto your hips. “Early morning,” He pulled away and smiled, watching your teeth drag over your bottom lip. “My girlfriend should be able to come over whenever she wants.”

“I’m your girlfriend now?” 

“Duh.”

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The Race Towards Your Heart - Zuho

Banner by: @atinyfantasytothemoon​, thank you for making it <3

A/N: Okay, this story has been coming since October 2021, and it’s finally here, the creation of the story itself had a story behind it, but it’s finally here, it took a while, but it’s here.

Warning: AU, F1 Driver!Zuho, Zuho seems cold hearted at first, slow burn, reader overthinks, comedy, angst, fluff, happy ending, cliché ending(?).

W/C: 6.5K

The shutters from the cameras snapping pictures was becoming irritating to Zuho, he could barely hear himself think as pictures were taken of him non-stop, and he was only at the security gate, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, hiding how irritated he actually was, his black hair was styled back, with some string of hair was hanging loosely over his forehead, the leather jacket fitted him perfectly as if it was made just for his body, and everyone could see the Aston Martin tee he had on underneath it, he licks his lips as he holds his pass up to the security scan before entering the paddock, he lets out a sigh of relief when the sound of the cameras faded into the distance. ‘Thank fuck, they’re not allowed back here.’ He thought.

He was well known around the paddock, he’s been driving for three years and just signed with Aston Martin, it was the first weekend for the season and everyone was curious to see how he would do in the new team, apparently, they couldn’t pick up how well he was doing during the winter testing, but he couldn’t blame them after the announcement made that the car had received big upgraded and would be a monster for the opening race, everyone was on the edge of their seat to see the big changes on the car after seeing it at the Barcelona testing, would this season be the year of Aston Martin? For Baek Zuho to be crowned World Champion?

“Zuho!” Youngbin, his race engineer, calls out when he spotted as he exited the Aston Martin motorhome, a girl trailing behind him, one of your hands was in front of your mouth, Zuho could see that you were trying to cover your mouth as you nervously nibbled at your bottom lip. “We’ve been waiting just for you, I want to introduce you to my friend,” Youngbin turns around to look at you. “Oh, come on, Y/n,” He takes your hand, pulling it away from your mouth, you immediately release your lip and look at Zuho, you had heard many rumours about him, about how cold he was… Or that was what you heard, Youngbin had told you a completely different story about him, although you would just have to judge for yourself now that you’re meeting him. “He won’t bite,” Zuho tilts his head in confusion, had you heard the rumours, but most importantly, did you believe them? “This is Y/n, she wanted to join me for a weekend, but she’s a little nervous,” He could see it in your eyes, you were trying not to show it, but with you avoiding eye contact and looking past him at something else, he knew that you were afraid, but he wasn’t sure why or what had you afraid. “Y/n, this is… well, I don’t think I need to introduce you to him, you already know him,” You could feel heat travelling up your neck and to your cheeks, making you look down at the ground, your hair falls over your face. “Don’t be shy now, you were cheering loudly for him last season.”

“Youngbin!” You quickly say, you push your friend, hoping it would get him to stop talking, but you knew nothing could easily have him stop, he chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “Shut up, shut up,” you mutter, you reach up and place your hand over his mouth, Zuho couldn’t help but chuckle seeing the two of you. “YOUNGBIN!” You pull your hand away as you felt his tongue press flat against your palm, you slap your hand against his chest and drag it down, rubbing the saliva off on his shirt, a smile was on Zuho’s lips, the cold façade long gone.

“As I was saying,” Youngbin begins to say, he glances at you. “Before I was so rudely interrupted, this is, Y/n, we’ve been friends since childhood, I know, I know, you haven’t met her before.”

“It’s okay, you haven’t met all of my friends either,” Zuho says, you freeze in your spot, your hand pausing on Youngbin’s chest as you heard Zuho’s voice, it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard it before, but hearing it in person, how deep it actually is compared to what you heard on television. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n,” Your name sounded so good coming from him, and you had to stop yourself from gripping Youngbin’s shirt as you felt your knees shake.

“It’s… It’s nice to meet you, too,” You quietly say. “I uh… I would shake your hand, but someone licked it…” You look up at Youngbin.

“It’s fine,” He says, you almost flinch at how cold it sounded. “I need to go get ready for a press conference,” You wanted to pout, the rumours about him swirling in your thoughts, and you were actually in a debate with your mind, was he really cold or was he just in front of the press?

༻༺

You sit in the garage next to Youngbin with a pair of noise-cancelling headphones on, you knew it was this loud at a Formula 1 event, but not this loud, even though you wire the pair of headphones, you could still hear the loud engines, but the experience was worth it, you watch as Youngbin gave information to Zuho about the track and about his lap times, it amazed you how it all worked, the camera never caught how hard the engineers worked in the background, and you were in such awe at everyone’s job in the garage, you look at the screen and watch the green car underneath the floodlights of Bahrain, it looked absolutely beautiful as he turned corners and sped down the straight.

“Okay, you’re doing good, at this pace, we could get pole,” Youngbin says, you perk up at hearing the word ‘pole’, you look at the timings and find him at the top of the timings sheet, leading the pack. “Box and we can discuss the data, and see where you can improve,” He didn’t receive a reply back, but you assumed he was used to not getting one, you watch as he writes something down before gathering the papers he used during the session, he looks at you and places his papers down on the table, he moves his hands to your headset and lifts it away from your head, you flinch at the loud noise surrounding you. “Come on, we’re going to the motorhome,” You had barely heard him but took off your headset and left it on the desk, you quickly exit through the back of the garage in need of some form of silence while you waited for Youngbin and Zuho to exit also.

You lean against the wall and look around, the place looked absolutely beautiful at night, the lights in the trees really made it feel like something special at Bahrain, you hear chatter as Younger and Zuho exit the garage, Youngbin nods his head at you, silently telling you to follow them, you quickly, but silently, follow behind them, you could hear them talking ahead of you, it was about the data and lap times and where he could improve during the qualifying session, you enter the Aston Martin motorhome, you lick your lips as you stop in your step, your mind suddenly swirling with unkind thoughts, it suddenly felt like you were intruding and in their way and decided to split away from them, going towards the coffee bar and snack bar to get something while they continued towards Zuho’s changing room or towards the briefing room, you bite your bottom lip nervously as your eyes scan the menu in your hands, you couldn’t really focus on the words on it, the overwhelming feeling of being in the way and intruding was filling your thoughts, you ended up pointing at something random on the menu and thanked the person before paying for it.

When you had arrived Thursday, it felt like a dream, a fairytale come true, but now on Friday night, it felt like you were only a burden to your friend and in his way, you stare at your hands as you started counting down the hours until the weekend was over.

“What seems to be going on in that head of yours?” Zuho asks, you quickly look up at him, surprised that he was talking to you and standing next to you as you waited for your drink and food.

“I uh… Where’s Youngbin?” You nervously ask.

“He needed to go talk to the other engineers,” He says, you slowly nod your head, your lips forming an ‘O’ as you do. “Do you want to share what’s on your mind?” You take in a deep breath and give him a smile.

“Nothing much,” You say, he raises an eyebrow, knowing you were lying, he leans over the countertop and turns to you.

“I can see it in your eyes, you look upset, they’re not as bright as they were this morning,” He says, you let out a sigh and look back down at your hands. “Are you feeling lonely?” Your head snaps up, and you look at him with wide eyes. “You’re not in the way or a bother to your friend, in fact, to me, it feels nice having someone extra, Well… someone Youngbin trusts, which means I trust you also,” Your food and drink were placed down in front of you before you were both left alone once again. “We just get caught up in the date of the car and where it can be improved, but your company this morning was nice,” You couldn’t help but smile at his words and nod your head, he looks at what you had ordered, only to twist his face. “Is this what you like?” You look at the drink and food and recoil as you see what it is.

“Oh, oh, no,” You mutter. “Oh, this is why I shouldn’t be absent-minded,” You didn’t even drink whatever that drink was, but it didn’t look too delicious, and the food, you didn’t even want to start about the food. “Oh… what am I gonna do…” He couldn’t help but smile at your adorableness, sure you were panicking, but you looked absolutely adorable.

“I’ll take care of it,” He says. “Do you want to get lunch or dinner sometime?” You smile as you feel your heart skip a beat. “Maybe tomorrow night?”

༻༺

You sit across from Zuho as you watch the night sky on the balcony you were on, his eyes were on you as he took a sip from his drink, qualifying had gone well for him, and he was on the front row, and in his mind, he had dubbed you as his lucky charm for the weekend, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“I have a question,” Zuho says, he places his glass down on the table, and you turn your head towards him. “How come I’m only meeting you now, did you just never want to come to a race weekend, or was something else stopping you?” You chew on the insides of your cheeks.

“Well… I was in between work last year, it was hard finding a stable income,” You say, he nods his head. “But I finally found a permanent position in November and when Youngbin asked if I could come for this year’s season opener, I didn’t want to decline,”

“Hmm,” He hums, his eyes searching for any sign that you might be misleading him.

“And I also thought, life is too short, I don’t want to one day realize I only spent my time working or trying to find work,” You say, his lips part at your statement. “I know I still have a ton of time, but… life is also unpredictable.”

“That’s true,” He says. “I’m happy you decided to come with him, it’s nice to see a new face around the paddock,” You nod your head, giving him a shy smile before picking up your drink and taking a sip. “Are you nervous?” You tilt your glass further, making him chuckle. “You don’t need to be… I’m not as what the rumours say I am…” You lower your glass and place it down on the table, keeping your hand around it.

“Cold… rude… mean?” You ask, he nods his head, and you could see some hurt flash through his eyes. “Do you just… come across like it in front of the press to protect yourself?”

“It’s easier to come off as cold as to pretend you’re okay with them asking you about everything you don’t want to talk about,” He says, you nod your head, once again chewing the insides of your cheek. “It’s easier to brush them off when you’re not in a good mood, usually they know not to approach you then.”

“So… are you a cuddly guy when no one’s looking?” You ask, hoping to lighten the mood just a little, you watch as a smile spread across his lips.

“That…” He begins, he leans back into his chair. “That’s something you’ll need to find out for yourself,” You couldn’t help but smile.

“Definitely cuddly,” You say. “No doubt a cuddly person,” He chuckles and picks up his drink. “I bet you secretly have a plush, am I right?” You watch as he swirls his drink around in the glass.

“I have two cats, do they count as plush?” He asks, your eyes widen, and you bring your hand to your mouth.

“You have cats?” You softly ask, he nods his head before taking a sip from his drink. “Oh gosh, you’re a softie, oh my, you… definitely pushes at night with how soft they are, and the purring when you rub their chin,” He lowers his glass as he listens to you gush about cats, making him smile and feel at ease on the inside. “And when they show you their bellies… the trust they’re showing you, oh gosh, I hope I can meet them one day.”

“We can arrange something,” He says, putting his glass down. “I’m sure they’ll love you and grow fond of you quickly,” You nod your head.

“Do they let out a little or long meow when you arrive home?” You suddenly ask, his smile seems to widen at your question, throughout the night he told you about his cat and you both started getting to know each other more, and growing comfortable with each other, you almost didn’t want the night to end with how much fun you were having with him, but when you entered your hotel room, you could feel the quietness seeping in, and you almost started to miss his company and his cute laughter, the rumours you had heard about him, completely gone and erased from your mind.

༻༺

It wasn’t the last time you attended a race weekend, you attended many more throughout the season, and each time you did, you grew a little closer to Zuho, little by little, and soon you were mostly going just to see him and talk with him, Youngbin had picked up on it and was teasing you about it, but you didn’t care, not when you knew you had grown feelings for the Formula 1 driver, even though he was teasing you about your crush and feelings, he was happy for you, mostly because he had heard from Zuho also, and Zuho was just as head-over-heels for you, when there was a weekend you couldn’t make it, Zuho would ask about you, where you were and why you hadn’t come along the weekend before constantly asking Youngbin if he’s heard from you yet and if he has, the question: “How is she doing?” Would usually follow, by the time the end of the season was rolling around, Youngbin had made sure to bring you along almost every weekend, it was after all just the final five races before the end of the season would be concluded, and Zuho needed all the support he could get, he was in the fight for the championship and leading as the final four races approached.

༻༺

“Come on, you need to be there for him, show your support for him,” Youngbin says, he follows you around in the store as you were grocery shopping. “It’ll mean the world to him, he even asked if you could come.”

“I’m sure I’ll only be a distraction for him, and also in his way,” You say, he lets out a sigh and picks up your favourite cereal and puts it in your cart.

“Trust me, you won’t be, please!” He begs. “I’ll pay for your groceries!” You look at him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You will?” You ask, he nods his head. “And you hope I’ll go to the last four races?”

“In return that you go to them,” He says, you shake your head and move your cart forward.

“All right, because I know you’re not going to stop pestering me about,” You say. “I’ll come to the last four races,” You see him starting to smile. “But you better pay for all of these.”

“Oh, I will, happily,” He says, you smile before stopping in front of the most expensive coffee’s and tea's, his smile quickly falters. “Wait…”

“Are you changing your mind?” You ask, you reach for the tea and coffee, putting one of each in your cart. “Because if you are, you should tell me now.”

“I… no, no, I’m not changing my mind,” He says, you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“All right, good, because I still need to go buy food,” You say, you watch as his face drops, and he swallows, which made you chuckle and push your cart forward.

༻༺

And that’s how you found yourself at the fourth last race of the year, watching everything go horribly wrong for Zuho, at first it was qualifying, and then it was a software issue, and then during the race he had to retire the car ten laps before the end, you watch as they wheel in his car, Youngbin grabs some papers, glancing at you, you look at him with concern in your eyes, you knew about the pressure during the final few races, Youngbin was always so stressed during that time, and now you were seeing the frustration and pressure live from the garage, you watch as Zuho climbs out his car, his helmet staying on his head, he makes his way past you with Youngbin behind him, you decided to follow them, since you don’t know many people working in the team anyway, you stop once you saw Zuho take his helmet off and heard him curse loudly, he turns to Youngbin, and then you can’t hear anything anymore, you just stay in your spot, not wanting to interrupt or disturb or possibly make him even more angry, but it seemed like your efforts went to waste as his eyes fell on you, you felt a shiver move through you at how cold his eyes seemed, you see him suck in a deep breath, your eyes move lower, and you see his free hand clench.

“And you!” Zuho practically growls out, your breath gets caught in your throat, Youngbin slowly looks over his shoulder before spotting you, the confusion he had in his eyes disappears, and he turns back to Zuho.

“Juho, don’t,” He says. “Don’t,” He tries to stop him, but with the red mist still in front of Zuho’s eyes, he pushed past Youngbin, almost in a harsh manner, you swallow as you look at his figure approaching you, his teeth grinding against each other, his fists clenched.

“Why are you even here?” He asks, making you flinch at the harshness in his tone. “Just because you know Youngbin, doesn’t mean you can just beg him to bring you to each race to stalk me!” A lump starts forming in your throat. “Fuck, you just bring bad luck with you!” A frown forms on your face, and at the same time you felt a pinch in your heart, you could feel yourself growing smaller in front of him, and you weren’t sure what you had done wrong, how had you caused the issue with the software. “You’re just an obsessed fan,” He stops in front of you, you look u at him, you could feel your eyes glossing over as tears form in them, he was your favourite driver before you had even met him and having him say these harsh words to you was hurting you, and it was making you feel like nothing. “Nothing more, nothing less,” Youngbin had followed behind Zuho. “You’re always going to be nothing to me.”

“Juho, that’s enough!” Youngbin says, grabbing Zuho’s upper arm, ready to pull him away, but before he could, Zuho said one more thing that could have been left better unsaid.

“Why don’t you just fucking leave, disappear, and don’t come back!” He says, his tone cold, his eyes cold, your hand collides with his cheek, hard enough to make his head turn to the side, everyone pauses at the sound of your hand colliding with his cheek, luckily it was only the three of you and a few other people, but they quickly went back to what they were doing, it was silent for a solid minute as you glared at him.

“I didn’t come because I wanted to, I came because he told me you wanted me here,” You say, you could feel tears prickling in your eyes, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction and show him how much his words had hurt you. “They say, never meet your favourite, you always end up disappointed, and they’re right,” Zuho slowly turns his head to look back at you the red mist that he was seeing now dispersing. “And I’m fucking disappointed right now,” Realization slowly sinks what he had told you and guilt starts to eat at him. “Don’t expect me back, ever again,” You walk past him, bumping shoulders with him on your way, Youngbin releases Zuho’s arm, letting out a sigh, he runs his hand through his hair, he was now in the middle between you and Zuho, he knew you would never let him choose between you two, but he knew that you would never talk to him about his work again, just to avoid the topic of Zuho, he looks at his friend before turning away and going after you, knowing he had to comfort you first, since you’ve been friend’s for years, and he wasn’t worried about losing his job, but he knew he could lose your friendship, Zuho let’s out a sigh and brings his hand to his head and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Shit…” He mutters. “Fuck, what did you do, Zuho?”

༻༺

Zuho sits in his private jet, night had fallen, and you had long left to return home, Youngbin was sitting across from him, a water bottle in his hand and the notes from the day’s race resting on his lap, he watched as the racer runs his fingers through his hair before his hands come together in front of his mouth, Youngbin could see the worry and distress in his eyes.

“I fucked up, I know, I shouldn’t have said that,” Zuho mutters, his leg was starting to bounce, a sign of his nerves kicking in, his heart was racing faster than it’s ever done, not even while he was driving in his Formula One car did his heart ever beat this fast. “I was just so fucking angry, and she… she was there.”

“I was there also!” Youngbin snaps, he was pissed that his friend had attacked his other friend.

“But you weren’t my target, you were explaining everything to me about what went wrong,” Zuho says. “And then I spotted her and everything went red,” Youngbin lets out a sigh, shaking his head, he had comforted you just hours earlier, and now he was comforting his other friend. “How is she…?”

“She hasn’t spoken much, but as you know she’s on her way home,” Youngbin says, he leans forward, putting the water bottle onto the table. “You fucked up, and after I tried so hard to convince her to come,” Zuho lets out a sigh. “She actually told me that she was afraid that she was going to be a distraction or in the way,” Zuho looks up at Youngbin, his hands falling away from his mouth. “I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have convinced her, seeing how you reacted,” Youngbin lets out a sigh and runs his hand through his hair. “What you did, was the exact opposite of confessing to her, what happened to that?”

“I was going to confess after I won the race!” Zuho says.

“You should know better than anyone else, that this sport is unpredictable, it tears your heart out and stomps on it, it doesn’t always end how you would want it to,” Youngbin says, he stands from the chair he was sitting on, picking up his notes from his lap. “If you want to fix it… or try to at least, you should act soon because she’s not always a very forgiving person, she will protect herself and cut you out of her life completely if she feels it’s better for her mental health,” Zuho looks up at him.

“You… you can’t convince her to come to another race weekend again, can you?” Zuho asks.

“It’s like you just ignored what I just told you,” Youngbin says. “You’ll need to go to her, maybe even beg her to forgive you if you want to even see her again,” He places the notes down on the table. “This time, you need to go to her, because she sure as hell will never set foot in the paddock again.”

༻༺

A week has passed since the incident, and you had made are to keep yourself busy, you barely spoke to Youngbin, mostly because you weren’t sure how to approach him, you knew he and Zuho had a close friendship also, and you wished you never even went to the first race of the season, it would have made things so much easier, you let out a sigh and place your hands against the counter you were cleaning, your head hurting from all the thoughts that were running through your mind, you hear the door to the coffee shop open, and you take in a deep breath before turning around and lifting your head, a fake smile on your lips, ready to help the customer, but it quickly fades when you see the person you never wanted to see again, you could feel a pinch forming in your heart as you saw him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, trying to sound cold, but you knew that you were on the verge of tears, and you needed to try and keep it back.

“I need to talk to you,” Zuho says.

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” You say, you turn around, picking up the rag and start cleaning again, you hear him walk around the counter before his hand moves into your vision, he takes your hand, and you shake it, shaking his hand away from yours, you turn to him, glaring at him, your eyes glossing over.

“What?!” You say harshly.

“I need to apologise…” He says. “What I said… I didn’t mean it, it was unnecessary, it wasn’t aimed at you,” You roll your eyes, letting out a scoff.

“Well, it sure as hell sounded like you meant it,” You say. "Get out from behind the work area,” He looks around before he steps closer to you, you take a step back until your butt collided with the counter behind you, his hands move past you, and he boxes you in between him and the counter.

“You can scream at me, hit me… but please, I didn’t mean to say those things, we’ve grown so close over the past year…” He says. “I want to have a chance to apologize properly,” You lift your eyes, and he could see the tears forming in them, you sniff as you feel your nose becoming runny.

“Whose to say you won’t say that again next time you become stressed?” You ask. “That’s not what I want in my life… I don’t want to be a punching bag, Juho,” He nods his head, taking in a deep breath, he’s never seen you so close to tears, and here he was, about to witness you cry because of him, because of something he had done.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, not with what I had said to you,” He says. “But I’m here… begging for it,” His voice sounded strained like he was close to tears himself, and you could see his eyes glossing over. “I’m here to beg for it because I like you too much,” You swallow the lump forming in your throat only for it to return. “To just… leave it like that, to leave you hurt the way I did, I don’t want you to vanish from my life, I want to see you more in it… I want to see you as much as I possibly can,” A stray tear falls from your eyes and rolls over your cheek, causing him to break, he sniffs, trying to hold his tears back. “You can think about it, I know it doesn’t sound like much of a decent apology… but please, think about giving me one last chance,” He takes a step back from you and reaches into his pocket, another tear falls from you, and you sniff, he pulls out an envelope and stretches his arm out to you. “Think about it, and then… when you’re certain you want to forgive me, give me a last chance… please, come to the last race of the season,” You shakily take the envelope from him, more tears coming from you.

“I’m sorry I caused you to cry,” He mutters and takes another step back from you. “I’m sorry I’ve caused you pain, I’m sorry I’ve caused… this painful, hurtful… feelings, and experience to you," He moves out from behind the counter. “I’ll understand if you don’t show up, I’ll leave you alone… but part of me is hoping you will show up,” The lump in your throat grows bigger, you were no longer trying to hold the tears back, you wanted him to see and know how much he had hurt you. “I’m sorry for causing you this much pain… I’m sorry, Y/n…” He reaches the door and places his palm against the glass door. “I know this isn’t a proper apology… and what I did was unforgivable, but I want to see you… again and again, over and over.”

“Zuho… Please,” You mutter, your voice cracking as you plead with him to just leave.

“Think about it, long, hard, you don’t even need to show up at the last race, you can just tell Youngbin when you’re ready to meet with me…” He says.

“Please, go… Juho, please, just… leave,” You say, you lower your gaze to the floor as you hear him sniff, he was crying also, and most likely stalling, he didn’t want to go in case it would be the last time he would see you, the picture of you crying would be his last memory of you, the words he said to you would always haunt him.

“I… goodbye… Y/n,” He says, he pushes the door open and exits the coffee shop, the door shuts, and you push yourself away from the counter, moving to the kitchen, your co-workers watch as you move to the break room, they had most likely heard your conversation with Zuho.

༻༺

You sit in your apartment, the envelope in your hand and opened, inside was tickets to Abu Dubai where the last race would take place along with that there was some information about the hotel you would be staying at, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go, if you would go, tears were staining your cheeks and your hands shook as you cried, you never wanted to see him again, but part of you wanted to see him again, wanting to meet with him again, you had a few more weeks to decide before the final race would take place, and you knew you had to think about it carefully, you hadn’t spoken to Youngbin yet, and you weren’t sure if he knew that Zuho had visited you, or even knew what Zuho had given you, and you knew you had to get in contact with him soon to ask him if he had known, you would never be mad at your childhood friend, you put the envelope down and lean back against the couch, closing your eyes and letting the tears freely fall.

༻༺

You step into the garage of Aston Martin, it was Sunday, the last race of the season, and you had missed half of the race, you had only arrived at Abu Dubai and had taken your time to go to the track, your mind running with thoughts as you thought about what you would tell Zuho, you were willing to forgive him and work on rebuilding the trust that was broken, rebuild everything you had built up while you were getting to know him, you move towards Youngbin, and sit down on the chair next to him, he turns his head to look at you, his eyes widen as he sees you.

“You’re here?” Youngbin asks. “He’s going to be surprised when he steps out of the car,” You give him a small smile. “Is it good news you’re bringing him?”

“Hopefully it is to him,” You say. “How is he doing?” You turn your gaze to the screen.

“He’s leading, but we have a safety car, hopefully, he’ll keep the lead and win the championship,” He says, You nod your head, watching as everyone weaved behind the safety car. “Are you okay?” You nod your head again, turning your head to look at him.

“I am, don’t worry, focus on the race Mr Kim,” You say, he chuckles and turns his head back to the screen, watching and writing things down, as the safety car come to an end, Zuho fought tooth and nail to stay ahead, and thankfully he managed to pull away from his rivalry, by the time he reached the end he was over three seconds ahead and won, your eyes widen as loud cheering went around the garage, people hugged and even picked other’s up, Youngbin was suddenly stormed and pulled into a hug, you had never experienced it live, but you had seen the celebrations on television, but you never imagined it would be so loud, your shoulder was patted as people passed you and ran out the garage to go meet him at the podium ceremony.

“Congratulations friend, you did it, it was hard sometimes, but you did it,” Youngbin says into the radio, trying to stay calm, he looks at you. “There’s a surprise waiting for you when you get back, but enjoy it, Juho, you are the champion of the world!” You didn’t hear Zuho’s reply, but judging by the smile Youngbin wore, he must have said something back or even cursed with joy, Youngbin takes off the headset and looks at you. “Do you want to come with us to the podium celebration?”

“I’ll go along, maybe… add to the joy he’s feeling,” You say, Youngbin nods his head and helps you off the chair, you exit the garage and make your way towards the podium, you watch as the cars park underneath it, Youngbin pushes you through the mechanics until you reached the front where the barricade was put up, you watch as Zuho steps out from the car, standing on top of it and lifting the steering wheel into the air, fireworks going off in celebrations, he jumps off the car and puts the wheel back in place before he moves towards his team, he pauses in his spot as he caught sight of you next to Youngbin, he immediately pulls his helmet and balaclava off and hands it off to one of his team members, he walks towards you, you could see joy and happiness filling his eyes.

“Y/n…” Zuho breathes out. “You came,” He throws his arms around you and pulls you into a hug, you could feel his team pushing up against you to get to him, to pat his back and head while he held you in his arms. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“We should talk after your celebration,” You whisper, you feel his hand moving to the back of your head.

“We will, wait for main the Aston Martin motorhome?” He asks.

“I’ll meet you there,” You say

༻༺

You watch the lights of the Abu Dubai hotel illuminate the night, a cup of coffee in front of you on the balcony of the motorhome Aston Martin had, you were waiting for Zuho to join you, you were certain about the decision you spent the last few weeks thinking about, you wanted to give him at least one more chance, and mostly, you wanted to sort everything out with him, clear the air, you turn your head as you heard the glass door being pushed open, you softly smile as you watch him step out onto the balcony, the night air greeting him.

“Y/n…” He softly says, you stand from your chair as he walks towards you, he wraps his arms around you, burying his head into the crook of your neck and took in a deep breath, taking in your warmth and scent. “I can’t believe you came, I was so worried you wouldn’t…”

“Well… you seemed extremely sorry, and we do need to clear the air between us,” You say, he slowly pulls away from the hug, his arms remain around you.

“We do… but first, before we do,” He says, he lifts one of his hands, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “I want to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.”

“And what’s what?” You ask, his hand comes to rest on the side of your neck.

“This,” He mutters, he pulls you closer to him, his lips suddenly brushes against yours, your eyes widen as you feel his lips against yours before you had a chance to kiss back he was pulling away, his eyes filling with sadness, you swallow as you look up at him before reaching up for the back of his head and pulling him into another kiss, your eyes shutting and your lips moving against his, his lips were quickly moving with yours as he kisses you back.

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SF9 Masterlist

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Hi everyone!

I was wondering if anyone had any questions for me as a person or as a writer or as kpop fan lol :)

Ask away :)

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SF9 Masterlist

Started: 09/10/2020

Last Updated: 11/18/2020

Total Works: Types of works (titles by emoji bc I’m extra 💀)

Imagines: 🌈

Smut:  ❤️

Blurbs/One shots: ⚡️

Romance:  💗

Angst: 👀

Fluff: ⛅️

All Members

💗 ⛅️ 🌈Members Wanting to Kiss You. Pt. 2 (Maknae Line) 

💗 ⛅️ 🌈Members Wanting to Kiss You. Pt.1 

👀⛅️❤️ It’s Not Okay, But it Will Be (Any of the 9)

⛅️ Babysitting with them

💗 ⛅️ 🌈 Autumn Date 🍂

🌈 Photoshoot with the Members

Youngbin

⛅️🌈 Lazy Cuddles on a Rainy Day with Youngbin

⚡️⛅️ Youngbin Taking Care of You on Your Period

🌥💗 Rough Day 

When You’re at Your Cutest (Coming Soon!)

Inseong

⛅️🌈 Studying with Inseong

⛅️💗❤️ Finally

⛅️ I’m Here

❤️ Baby, Please 

Jaeyoon

⛅️🌈 Playing “Just Dance” with Jaeyoon

⚡️👀💗 2:00 am

❤️ Sudden Desire

Dawon

💗⛅️ Shall We?

⛅️🌈 On a Picnic with Dawon

❤️ The Unexpected Pt. 1 2 3

❤️🌥 Sweet Spot 

Zuho

⛅️🌈 Zuho Talking in his Sleep

❤️ Warm Water 

⛅️ Let Me Feel Your Warmth

⛅️ 💗 It’s Okay to Rest

Rowoon

👀💗⛅️ Good Night

⛅️🌈 At-home Cooking Date with Rowoon

❤️ A Little Help

❤️ Caught in the act by a member

❤️ Jealousy

⛅️❤️💗🌈 Rowoon Missing You After a Long Day

⚡️ Teaching Him How to Wink

❤️🌥 Done Right 

🌥💗 Okay Mom 

❤️ Interrupting Seokwoo Reading a Script 

Taeyang

⛅️🌈 Shopping with Taeyang

⚡️❤️ 1:05 am

⛅️❤️ A Picnic Date Turned Spicy

⛅️ Was That Supposed to be Scary?

⛅️ Dancing with Taeyang

Hwiyoung

⛅️🌈 Workout Date with Hwiyoung

👀⛅️ In Time Pt. 1

👀⛅️ In Time Pt. 2

👀 In Time Pt. 3

👀🌥💗 In Time Pt. 4 

❤️ I’m Not a Dick, Just Confident 

❤️ You’re Driving Me Crazy 

Chani

⛅️🌈 Surprising Him with Fried Chicken

⛅️🌈 At-home with Chani

❤️⛅️ The Way You Moved

🌈 🌥 Watching a Scary Movie with Chani 

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[gamerwoo]

Zuho: Youngblood

Characters: Zuho x female reader (featuring sf9)

Genre/warnings: ghoul au, host club au, angst, a little bit of fluff at the beginning, mentions of violence and cannibalism, blood

Word count: 3,566

Summary: After finding himself in a life threatening situation, normal human Baek Juho wakes up to find himself craving the taste of human flesh and suddenly being ‘adopted’ by a group of ghouls – and a strange human. But he quickly learns that’s the least of his problems when you walk into his life.

a/n: I know this part doesn’t include reader a whole bunch but just bear with me ok

Part Two | Part Three | Welcome to the Host Club Masterlist

“Alright, I should go get ready for the club tonight,” Taeyang sighed as he stood up from his chair at the table in the library.

Juho looked up at him with a frown, “Already? Do you really have to go? It’s just a weird host club.”

Taeyang smiled with a shrug. Juho was at least half right. There was more to the club that made Taeyang stick with it, though. He had a promise he was going to keep, and staying in the host club was what helped him do so.

He slung his backpack on his shoulders, gripping the straps as he looked down at his friend, “I know you think it’s silly, but--”

“I’m not like, making fun of you for it or anything,” Juho quickly clarified. “I just wouldn’t personally ever join a host club. I can’t really picture you in one, either. Isn’t that all kinda fake? You’re too soft to be fake about it.”

“It’s not fake,” Taeyang chuckled. “I genuinely like everybody who comes to see me. Our job is to be nice to them, and I’m genuine about that.”

“And to flirt,” Juho quickly added.

The younger boy just shrugged, “A host is supposed to make all of their clients feel special, okay? They all know this. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow -- I don’t wanna be late.”

“See ya,” Juho nodded to Taeyang’s retreating back before he stood and decided to call it quits on studying.

Juho stood up and packed his things into his backpack before heading out of the library and starting his walk home. He gripped his bag in one hand and had his phone in the other, looking at his texts as he walked. That was why he didn’t see the person he was walking right into.

You were distracted by your book, needing to catch up on your homework. So when you bumped into something and stumbled backwards, tripping over your own feet, you let out a gasp. But before you could actually fall back, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and lightly tug you forward to help you regain your balance. Your eyes glanced up from your book to see a pair of brown eyes looking back at you. You didn’t recognize the boy who had helped you, but he was definitely handsome.

Juho was stunned seeing that it was you he’d run into. As soon as he realized he’d bumped into somebody, he’d let go of his backpack to make sure the person didn’t fall, but when he realized it was your wrist he had his fingers wrapped around, he was frozen in place. He just hoped you didn’t see the shock on his face or hear his heart pounding in his chest. He’d always had the biggest crush on you ever since he first laid eyes on you, and this was the closest he’d ever gotten to you.

“I’m sorry,” you smiled apologetically, assuming you were the one to bump into him. “I should’ve been watching where I was going.”

Your voice snapped him out of his love-struck trance he was in, quickly shaking his head, “No it was my fault. I was on my phone.”

“Then I guess we can both take the blame and call it even,” you laughed softly.

Juho smiled hearing your laugh. How could somebody be so beautiful and also have a laugh that made him feel happy?

Wow, he really had it bad for you.

“I’m _____, by the way,” you told him as he finally released your wrist after realizing he was still holding it -- you didn’t mind it, though. “I haven’t seen you around before.”

Juho shrugged, completely forgetting that he was supposed to introduce himself too, “The campus is pretty big. But I shouldn’t keep you from wherever you were going.”

“Don’t worry,” you waved the concern away, “I was just going to meet my friends. They wanted to visit the host club tonight, and I tag along every once in a while.”

You went to the host club? Huh, maybe he should consider joining then. Taeyang apparently has the right idea.

“One of my friends is in that club,” he chuckled. “Do you know Yoo Taeyang?”

“Of course I do!” you chirped, a grin spreading across your face. “He’s always so nice to everybody -- I mean, they all are, but Taeyang’s… Well, you know how he is, you’re friends with him.”

You let out an awkward, nervous laugh as you looked down at the sidewalk. Why was it so hard to talk normally to him? Sure, he was handsome, but you didn’t even know him.

“Tell him I said hi for me, okay?” Juho smiled before he started to walk passed you. “I’ll see you around maybe?”

You nodded as you turned to wave to him, “Yeah, definitely!”

As the two of you parted ways, Youngbin tapped Taeyang on the shoulder from where he was watching the interaction from the window of the club room.

“What’re you looking at?” Youngbin wondered. “You have to go get ready.”

Taeyang was smiling seeing the two of you talk to each other. He’d known Juho had his giant crush on you, but he knew that you were usually too busy with studying and homework to really notice most people on campus. He’d been trying to figure out a way to get the two of you together for almost a year now, but it seemed like fate had brought the two of you together today of all days.

“Yeah, I’m on it,” Taeyang assured him, letting his eyes linger a little longer before he stepped away from the window.

But fate also had other plans for Juho today.

-

Everything hurt. Juho felt like his body was in a block of ice -- freezing but burning at the same time. At first, it was just parts his body that hurt, but the white hot pain he was feeling started spreading throughout his body.

“Don’t let him close his eyes,” he heard a male voice warn. “He won’t wake up if he does.”

“Got it,” another voice -- this one closer -- replied.

Juho was vaguely aware of the fact that there were people with him, but he wasn’t sure who they were. There were three of them: a tall one with dark hair and tanned skin that knelt down beside him, one with a slender face that looked over him with piercing, analyzing eyes, and one that stood above both of them with blue-ish black hair with his arms folded over his chest. He wasn’t sure who any of them were, but he knew they weren’t the ones who caused this. In fact, they saved him.

Not wanting to be late getting home after he decided to stop by the bookstore and then grab some food with friends, Juho cut through a part of the city that he shouldn’t have this late at night. He was suddenly yanked down a dark alleyway before a ghoul just started feeding on him, causing the poor boy to cry out and alert the attention of the three that were looking down at him.

But considering how much blood he’d lost and how much pain he was in, Juho was barely even conscious now. He could hardly pay attention to the three boys, but he did his best to concentrate so he could stay awake. Even he knew what would happen if he let himself close his eyes.

“Inseong,” the one standing over the other two spoke up again, “how’s it looking?”

“If the paramedics get here in time, he might have a chance,” the one with the analyzing gaze spoke up, his eyes never leaving Juho. “They��ll have to do some pretty intense surgery to save him, though.”

“It’s creepy that you know that,” the tan one said, giving Inseong a wary look.

Inseong only shrugged.

“I think they’ll be here soon,” the one standing said as he looked up the alley to the street. “We should move him so they can find him better. Then we need to get out of here.”

One of them had made an ‘anonymous’ call so Juho wouldn’t end up dying alone in the alley. They hoped paramedics could save his life -- according to Inseong, they could -- but they knew it would definitely be a slim chance. But Inseong did know one way they could save him, and he knew that was probably how they would save him. But he also knew the consequences of that, and he had already warned his leader when they found him.

“I know,” Youngbin had sighed as Juho lay groaning on the ground, “but he’s Taeyang’s friend. We have to.”

So Rowoon made the call before hanging up the phone.

“Alright, then we should move that body too,” Inseong stated, pointing over to the ghoul that the three of them had ganged up on to save Juho. “He’s barely alive now, so he won’t hurt anybody.”

“Rowoon, pick him up,” the shortest one said before he nodded his head toward the body of the ghoul.

Inseong stood and walked over to help.

As Rowoon carried Juho to the entrance to the alley, Youngbin and Inseong dragged the ghoul’s limp body behind him. Rowoon placed Juho carefully on the ground while Youngbin carelessly dropped the body down a few feet away by a dumpster.

The sirens were getting louder.

“Youngbin, we should stay nearby,” Inseong said. “We need to make sure that--”

“I know, I know,” Youngbin sighed as he nodded to the nearest fire escape. “Get to the roof and we can watch from up there.”

So the three ghouls climbed the fire escape to watch over Juho. They certainly didn’t have to since none of them knew Juho, but they knew he was friends with Taeyang, and Youngbin owed it to the younger boy. So he would watch over Juho the whole time -- even after he had turned into the same monster he was.

-

When Juho had woken up, he was still sore but not nearly as sore as he should’ve been. When he realized he was in the hospital, he assumed it was probably some sort of drugs they’d given him to ease the pain. However, that wasn’t the only thing he’d realized.

“God, you’re awake!” Taeyang sighed in relief, sitting beside Juho’s bed.

In the room were seven other boys that Juho didn’t recognize -- save for three that he recognized vaguely, as if seeing them in a dream. His mind wandered back to that dream, only to conclude that it was reality. Those were the three who saved him.

“What happened?” he groaned, only remembering little bits and pieces.

“You almost died,” the one he vaguely recalled was named Inseong stated with a smile that would’ve seemed calming had he not smiled after telling him that he almost lost his life.

“You were attacked by a ghoul,” the one who seemed like the leader explained -- he couldn’t remember his name, but he remembered his face and the aura he gave off. “You were lucky I happened to be nearby with Inseong and Rowoon.”

“The doctors were able to save your life!” Taeyang grinned.

But Juho’s eyes were scanning the room of unfamiliar faces. Most of them seemed bored and uninterested, while others were looking at him curiously like they were waiting for something to happen.

“There is just one slight difference…” Inseong trailed off, scrunching up his face.

Juho’s eyes flashed to Inseong, “What is it?”

“No, no,” Taeyang turned to look at the older boy and shook his head, “I should tell him. It’ll probably be a little easier.”

“Tell me what?” Juho asked, his heart racing. He wasn’t sure what they weren’t telling him, and he didn’t like it. It was scaring him.

Taeyang turned back to Juho, taking a deep breath and letting it out, “The doctors had to perform a heart transplant to save your life. But since they needed a heart quickly, they had to use… Inseong, what did you say it was?”

Juho only caught half of what Inseong said, as he was saying a lot of words and sentences that didn’t seem to make any sense to him. But what he caught onto was that the doctors had to use a lot of components from the ghoul that had attacked him to keep him alive -- such as blood, and a few of the ghoul’s organs. The doctors were just unaware to the fact that the ghoul was a ghoul.

“B-but,” Juho began after one of the other boys told Inseong that Juho clearly had no idea what all this medical speak was, “that won’t affect me, right? Like...I’m still...human...right…?”

Taeyang made a face that was somewhere between worried and apologetic, “Well...that’s where it gets complicated…”

Juho’s heart sunk.

“Listen,” the leader spoke up before Juho could start panicking -- at least out loud, “we’re here to help you. Every single one of us except Taeyang are--”

“You’re all a--”

Taeyang slapped a hand over Juho’s mouth, not wanting the last word to slip out so loudly, “We’re still in a hospital, and they still have a cover to not blow.”

“And now you do too,” the boy who looked similar to their leader said, an annoyed expression on his face. “So maybe don’t go screaming the ‘g’ word.”

“The point is, Youngbin and us are going to help you,” Taeyang grinned reassuringly as he slowly moved his hand away from Juho’s mouth. “They can help you learn how to live like this.”

“I don’t want to live like this!” Juho shouted, tears forming in his eyes as the reality of the situation sunk in. “I’d rather be dead!”

“He’s yelling,” one of the boys stated quietly, his eyes glancing from Juho who was now having a meltdown in his hospital bed over to Inseong who was striding over to the cabinets.

“Taeyang, could you try to calm him down for a minute?” Inseong requested.

But instead of doing that, one of them panicked and just forcibly covered Juho’s mouth with his hand. When Juho started thrashing around to yell for help, two more of them held down his wrists and feet.

“Here it is!” Inseong smiled to himself as he walked over to Juho like nothing was wrong. He had a little vile of liquid in one hand, and a syringe with a needle on the end in the other. “This should help.”

Juho’s eyes widened as he watched Inseong suck medicine into the syringe. Then Inseong was injecting the liquid into the IV as if he were a doctor.

“I really think you know too much sometimes,” one of the boys commented as Juho’s eyelids started to get heavier and his body started going limp.

“It’s fine,” Youngbin sighed as Juho passed out from whatever it was Inseong gave him -- but he trusted Inseong enough to know he wouldn’t kill him or something, “we’ll just deal with it later. Taeyang--”

“I’ll convince him,” Taeyang nodded, already knowing what Youngbin was going to say.

Youngbin nodded, patting the younger boy’s shoulder, “I’m glad he’s okay.”

“Thanks for saving him,” Taeyang offered a sincere smile. “I know you didn’t have to, but--”

“I did have to,” he insisted.

Juho was Taeyang’s friend, after all. And after everything Youngbin had put the poor kid through, it was the least he could do to repay him.

-

After Juho was released from the hospital, Taeyang wouldn’t stop visiting him and trying to convince him that being a ghoul was okay. But the longer Juho put off getting help, the more dangerous it was for the human boy to go visit his friend. He desperately needed to eat, but human food just made him throw up. He could drink water, and coffee seemed to make him feel a little better, but that was it. He needed to eat but he refused to eat the thing he knew would satisfy him. He didn’t want to do that. He wanted to believe he was still a human.

So they decided to send Rowoon and Chani.

“What do you want?” Juho grumbled when he answered the door -- though he was a little relieved to see it wasn’t Taeyang because being around him was getting too hard.

“To talk,” Rowoon offered with a soft smile, holding out a togo cup full of coffee.

Juho reluctantly let him in after taking the coffee, gesturing for the two to go to the living room. The two sat down on the couch together with Juho sipping the coffee, and Rowoon and Chani trying to gather their thoughts. They knew why they were the ones sent to talk to Juho, but they also knew their situations were vastly different from his. They’d both been ghouls their whole lives. Plus, Juho was just half-ghoul.

But at least one of them could relate to that.

“So what do you want to talk about?” Juho asked after he’d set his coffee down on the coffee table. “I still don’t want any part of that weird gang of yours. I’m not--”

“We know,” Chani sighed, rolling his eyes, “but you’re gonna die without us, and your situation isn’t even that special.”

Juho was surprised to hear that, “I-it’s not…?”

“You’re afraid to eat people, right?” Rowoon asked with a smile that comforted Juho. “You’re afraid of hurting the ones you care about, like Taeyang. You think everything will be different now. I know eating people is something that’s hard to get over, but with our help, we can teach you how to still be what you consider normal. I’ve been in a relationship for a year with a human girl, and she knows what I am. But we make it work because I know how to survive but still be normal. It’s just a different form of normal.”

Juho was surprised to hear that a ghoul was able to date a human without trying to eat them. Was it really possible to be able to be around humans without wanting to consume all of them? Was it possible to even pretend to be normal?

He just looked at Chani who wasn’t looking at anybody and was staying silent, “So then why are you here?”

The younger boy sighed deeply before glancing over at Juho. He hated admitting this because he still sometimes felt how Juho felt now: like he didn’t belong. Taeyang told him how Juho felt like he wasn’t a human or a ghoul, and it was scary. He didn’t think anybody could relate to that, but they knew Chani could. Just in a different way.

“My mom’s a ghoul, and my dad’s a human,” Chani explained. “I’m half-ghoul, too.”

It seemed like everyday, Juho was learning knew things that seemed to confuse him more and more.

“What?” he asked quietly. “There’s… There are other half-ghouls?”

Chani nodded, “I learned they’re rare, but they exist. Not a lot of humans will even go near ghouls, much less marry them and have kids.”

“Our point is that you’re not alone, and we don’t want you to be alone,” Rowoon continued, the look he gave Juho being warm and inviting. “We want to help you, Juho.”

Juho looked between the two of them, thinking over everything before he let out a sigh.

-

Youngbin turned when he heard the door to the club room open. Chani was leading the way with his hands stuffed in his pockets as Rowoon was gently pushing Juho inside while the half-ghoul just looked around like he couldn’t believe where he was.

The host club was made up of ghouls?

Youngbin let out an amused laugh, “Surprised?”

“Do you eat the girls?!” Juho asked, his eyes going straight to the leader.

“No,” he scoffed. “That would be dumb of us. Nobody would suspect some nice boys in a host club to be ghouls, though, so…”

He just shrugged, letting his sentence trail off.

When Juho continued to just stand there with a blank expression, blinking as he tried to process everything, Youngbin continued.

“I’m Youngbin. I kinda formed this group to help other ghouls,” he explained. Then he turned and began pointing out the others. “That’s Inseong, Dawon, Hwiyoung, and Jaeyoon. You already know Taeyang, our resident human, and you’ve gotten acquainted with Rowoon and Chani.”

Juho couldn’t believe that the host club Taeyang had been in was all completely made up of ghouls this whole time. And he never even said anything! And the club was popular with girls coming here all the time!

You came here!

“I’m assuming because you let Rowoon and Chani bring you here, that means you’ve decided to join?” Jaeyoon guessed with a dimpled smile.

Juho just silently nodded his head.

“Some of us come up with aliases -- makes us feel safer,” Dawon shrugged. “My real name isn’t even Dawon. But hey, if I ever get into trouble, everybody will be asking for Dawon instead of Sanghyuk!”

“What do you want us to call you?” Youngbin asked.

Juho stared back at Youngbin for a moment. He wasn’t sure the expression he wore, but it almost seemed a little...happy?

“Zuho,” Juho decided.

Youngbin nodded before holding his hand out for Zuho to shake, “Welcome to the host club, Zuho.”

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