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just friends ; k.gv

☆.｡.:* we can’t be friends (wait for your love) 🎶

"we're just friends!"

gyuvin remembers those words as if you had said them just seconds ago. he remembers the catalyst of the statement all too well. he even remembers the way you laughed after uttering those words. your laughter sounding like a mockery to his ears as if to say. 'how foolish, of course, we're just friends'

you had asked gyuvin to accompany you to a house party being hosted at matthews. a friend of yours had seen you walk in with the tall boy trailing quite protectively behind you. "omg y/n is this your boyfriend.?

gyuvin shakes his head, remembering your laugh yet again. god, he loved your laugh but not in this context. "what?" you had looked up at him incredulously. "me and gyuvin?"

"we're just friends."

just friends you had said.

just friends didn't act the way you two did though.

just friends didn't cuddle and kiss each other good night, did they? you would always insist on gyuvin sleeping with you so that he could become your own personal body pillow. he was warm and you loved it. "good night," you would mutter before giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. gyuvin pretended like it didn't affect him but it made his heart ache. you kissed him almost nightly and yet you had no romantic feelings for him?

just friends didn't get jealous like gyuvin did. sure you could hang out with whoever you wanted at the end of the day. however, whenever you mentioned you were going on yet another blind date, gyuvin would interrogate you. "what's their name?" "do you seriously think they're cute?" "y/n can't you just stay here?" "do you really have to wear that out?" he's sure you just thought he was being an overprotective bff but in reality, he just really couldn't bear to see you get pretty for someone else.

just friends didn't give each other lingering stares. "whaaaat?~" you would giggle whenever you caught gyuvin admiring you. "nothing," he would be leaning his chin on his palms, smiling softly. "nothing" he would repeat. he thought you were just too pretty. sometimes he caught you staring at him too and that would inevitably give him false hope. like the time he had pulled his hoodie over his head to take it off, accidentally revealing his waist. he turned around embarrassingly scanning the area while trying to cover himself. he had caught you red-faced, pretending to look for something.

"yeah just friends!" gyuvin affirmed. your friends had taken notice of how he hesitated but said nothing.

just friends is all gyuvin would ever be to you no matter how much skinship you too gave each other. maybe it was just how friends acted. he honestly didn't know.

and maybe somewhere deep down, gyuvin didn't mind being just friends, as long as he was close to you.

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[zbis]

sung hanbin and non-sexual dominance

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

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

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

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[zbis]

☆.｡.:*summary : your boyfriend comes home bruised and bloody yet again

☆.｡.:*pairing : boxer!gunwook x reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : blood, mentions of fighting, a bit of angst if you squint(?), fluff, not revised

☆.｡.:*w/c : ~1k

“stupid fucking-” gunwook groans out loud. “such a lucky hit, i swear...” he taps his finger on the marble surface of the kitchen island contemplatively. “i was just distracted,” he tells himself.

he places his head on the counter, mulling over the loss of the night. god, if only he did a left hook instead of the right. 

“ow..” he lifts head up and looks down, noticing his forehead wound has opened back up and has left a blood stain on the counter. “shit,” he mumbles. just as he’s about to go grab a towel to clean it up, you emerge from your room. 

“you’re back?” you yawn, your hair looking just a dishealved as his.

he clears his throat, diverting his gaze awkwardly from your exposed torso when you stretch. “yeah..” he mumbles. you laugh at how red his ears get until you notice the forehead wound among many others. you see his blood stained cheeks and eye that's just asking to get swollen if untreated. “gunwook what the fuck?” you scold him. “i-” you cut him off when you notice the stain he left on the counter. “and you’re leaving your blood everywhere!”

he scoffs, “ i was just about to clean that up..” he sighs, “im not really in the mood for this right now..” just then do you notice the way his eyes are downturned and his usual bubbly self is nowhere to be found. 

“did you-”

you dont finish your sentence because the way hes carrying himself tells you everything already. “oh wook..” you walk up to him and cup his face gently, although he still winces at the touch. “it’s just one loss you know?” he sighs, “i was gonna use the money to take you out or something, we haven't done anything fun in months.”

 “i dont care about that, you’ve done alot for me already plus i dont want you to die while making me happy.”

you dont even need to ask questions to know. gunwook typically never fought past his range. he would only go against people whom he knew he had a good chance against. however, every saturday there was an event where the fighters of the area could go against one of the strongest fighters in the city. the cash prize was good but what was even better was the reputation that came with it and your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to have it.

you were supportive but for the past 4 months, every Saturday without fail, gunwook would come home beat to a pulp. you tried to get him to give up but he was determined to win one day, he just had to get stronger.

you sigh, looking over his face. his lips were more swollen than normal and some strands of his dark hair were crisp with blood. “can you just-” “of course.” you cut him off. you place a chaste kiss on his lips, which he hisses in pain at and you laugh.

you silently lead him to the bathrooom where you keep a first aid kit on deck. you grunt as you pick up the heavy box, refusing to let gunwook help you. “just sit your ass down.” when he does you give him a once over.

he looks like a stray puppy who’d just been abandoned at the side of the road. you let out an exasperated sigh at his appearance, “you know, im not a licensed nurse. you need to go to the hospital one of these days.” he plays with his fingers while you get the kit ready for use. 

“why would i do that when i have my own personal fixer upper right here?” he jabs at your side playfully. “ow, it hurts when you do it.” you glare at him with an annoyed but light smile. 

“too strong.” 

“not strong enough apparently,” he mumbles, once again reminded of yet another saturday loss. “well,” you take place on his lap with a cotton pad wet with alcohol in hand. instinctively he moves his hand to your waist to keep you steady. “you’re strong enough to keep me safe,” you whisper.

before he can protest or say anything demeaning about himself you place the cotton on the cut closest to his eye. he hisses in pain and glares at you. “be gentler,” he mumbles. you hum, moving the piece of cotton across whatever cut or gash you came across, making sure to change it whenever it got too saturated with blood.

 “seriously though...you need to be more careful wook,” you place a kiss on the cut you just cleaned and place a bandaid over that. “my biggest fear is getting a call about a wound I won’t be able to fix.”

he nods solemnly, placing his patched up face on your shoulder. you sigh, choosing to play with his hair to soothe his stress and sadness.

after a couple beats of silence, he suddenly pips up.

"but next saturday i've definitely got it in the bag!"

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