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illgiveyoueveryfirst · 3 months

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zb1 after you ask if you can wear their clothes/sweater

wearing the zb1 members' clothes

genre: fluff/platonic/suggestive

warnings: none

a/n: i've never tried a short writing style like this before so let me know what you think!

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Jiwoong

So you two just started dating when he stays at your place overnight for the first time. As he walks out the door the next day, you notice that he forgot the t-shirt he slept in on your bed. You grab your phone to text him to come back and get it but before you press send, you come up with an idea. The next time you meet, you show up wearing his shirt instead. When he sees you stepping out of the bus, he smiles and shakes his head, "So that's where my shirt went." What he won't admit is that he thought you wearing his clothes would be really cute but he didn't know how to bring it up to you. So instead he left his shirt there on purpose in the hopes that you would wear it.

You've had a crush on your classmate Hao for ages but dude is really bad at catching hints whenever you try to flirt with him. One day you compliment him on one of his hoodies and ask if you could maybe borrow it cause it's your favourite of his. Instead of reading the room, he says that if you like it so much, he can show you where he got it from so you can get it yourself. One of your mutual friends finally has enough and blurts, "Bro, you could probably propose to him and he would still think it's platonic." That's when he finally realises that you've been flirting with him and, after some proper dates, you end up getting together. As a six months anniversary gift he gets the two of you cute matching hoodies, which all your friends think is cringe but neither of you cares.

Zhang Hao

Hanbin

When you invite him to hang out with you, he tells you that he's so busy lately that he can't come. But he still wants to spend time with you so he asks if you wanna accompany him to a dance practice instead. Watching them dance is fun but after some time you get bored just sitting on the side. You see his sweater that he tossed in the corner after getting too hot and decide to tease him a little by stealing it and putting it on yourself. He doesn't notice at first cause he's so focused on his practice but when he notices, he laughs and tells you how cute you look in it. Probably comes over to squish your cheeks and baby you. You still get scolded for taking it without permission but it's all just jokes because he secretly thinks it looks really cute on you.

Matthew

You and him are out on a date at a café which is much fuller than you expected and the last free tables are in the outside area. It's also much colder than what you're dressed for since you were expecting your date to be inside. After seeing you shiver, Matthew offers you his jacket but you refuse at first saying it's not that cold (liar). He insists until you eventually accept it and he gets to wrap his warm jacket around you. In the end you're glad he insisted because it really helps and you're actually able to enjoy your date. Matthew feels a huge sense of pride seeing you in his jacket cause it makes him feel all boyfriend. He probably tells you you look like his cutieful angel in it cause he's weird like that lmao.

Taerae

While on a car ride together on the way to a karaoke night with friends, the car in front abruptly stops causing him to hit the breaks quite harshly. He instinctively puts his arm in front of you. You're fine but the water bottle you were taking a sip from in that exact moment spills all over your pants. Fortunately for you, Taerae keeps a change of clothes in his car. Unfortunately for you, the only pants available are a colourful messy pair of sweatpants that really clash with the rest of your otherwise kinda fancy black outfit. Your friends all (affectionately) laugh when they see you but after explaining the backstory, it becomes the highlight of the night. Inside jokes about it are brought up even months later and it becomes a happy memory.

Ricky

Dude owns way too many dress up shirts and button ups so one time when you're getting ready for a date, you ask if you can wear one of them tonight. "I just wanna look as fancy as you do all the time." He tells you that you always look perfect just the way you are (what a flirt smh). "But if you wanna dress fancy, maybe we can try on some outfits together." After seeing you change in and out of some of his clothes, he has something else on his mind. "You know what? Maybe you would look best in no clothes at all." Date night is cancelled, y'all are staying home if you know what I mean.

Gyuvin

You're in the kitchen trying to get some snacks from a shelf after the two of you decide to watch a movie together. Regardless of how tall you are, gyuvin probably put them up way too high for you to reach I have a thing for gyuvin's height okay this is gonna come up a lot. When he sees you trying to climb the counter to reach it, he offers to help "since you're too tiny to reach it". You get defensive and tell him youre not that short but all he replies with is "Are you kidding? You'd probably drown in one of my hoodies." "No, I wouldn't, you're not that much taller." Instead of arguing back, he gets one of his hoodies and asks you to put it on to prove his point. Oh, you're definitely drowning in it but it's okay cause he finds it really cute and hugs you tight in it. You try to be mad at him but he's way too adorable and you end up having a big hoodie cuddle session during the movie.

Gunwook

You don't even have to ask for his clothes because he will offer his hoodie/jacket/etc every available chance whether you're dating or not. Just a constant stream of "Are you cold? Do you want my hoodie?" or "Are you sure you don't want my scarf?" He pretends he doesn't need them because he's "not even that cold". He's definitely cold but will never admit it and tries real hard to hide his shivering from you so you don't refuse his offers. You notice it anyway but don't say anything because you know it's his way of showing he cares. we love a respectful man

Yujin

This may just be a stereotype because he's young but I don't think he's ever properly dated before. So when you tell him you love the way he smells, he gets all flustered and happy. Like huge smile on his face and all. Then one day he gets an idea after you tell him you wish you could fall asleep next to him every night. From there on he always brings an extra shirt to change into when he visits you so he can give you the shirt he wore all day and you can fall asleep with it in your arms every night.

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itstheoneshot · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 3

Facial: Jiwoong

!dom Jiwoong

“On your knees.”

You hit the wooden floor with a thud, eyes watering as you gaze up at the man looming over you. He is fully naked, his cock stands to attention right in front of your eyes and it makes your mouth water. You open your mouth obediently, ready and willing for him to use you, wanting so much to taste him, to feel the tip hit the back of your throat and bruise you, to make you gag.

“Please,” You mumble, letting your jaw fall open, “I’m yours.”

He does exactly that, with a hand on the back of your head he moves his hips forward in sync with moving your head, filling your mouth with his cock. He moans deep in his chest, and you moan around him, hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper. Your eyes water as he repeatedly thrusts into the back of your throat, saliva pooling in your mouth and dribbling down your chin, blowing him just the way that he likes it.

You are exhausted from the session that you have had, Jiwoong has fucked you through your own orgasm multiple times from now and you are sore, so now you are happy for him to just fuck your mouth instead of any of your other holes. It had been a while since you two had slept together, not out of choice but of circumstance, so you were definitely making up for it now. He had taken you in every position you could think of, under, on top, facing away from him, bent halfway over, ass up, legs up, you were ruined.

That is how you ended up here, after begging and pleading him for reprieve, after he had gone down on you and made you cum so hard that you saw stars, you wanted him to finish too, but couldn’t take a moment more of him inside you today. That is okay though, you love giving head, and he loves getting it from you, he loves seeing the way that your eyes roll back when you try to stop yourself from being sick, he knows this is the opportunity to fuck into your mouth further, he knows just how deep you can take him.

“You look so pretty like this,” He praises you, though you don’t have an opportunity to answer him, “I could fuck your little mouth all day.” The thought of it makes you whine, smiling lazily around his cock as you barely put in any effort anymore, allowing him to do the work… he knows best after all. You hold his thighs to try and keep yourself steady, body threatening to give out under you from lack of substantial oxygen and from what seems like hours of overstimulation. He gasps at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, but this doesn’t stop him, instead only spurring him on, chasing his release slow and steady, savouring the moment, burning the memory into his brain so that whenever he has to go without you for this long again he can remember the way that your tongue feels wrapped around his shaft and the way that your throat contracts when he fucks into it too hard.

Jiwoong pulls out of you suddenly and without warning, but he does not move away, he wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes himself to completion instead. His cum shoots out right into your face, making a total mess of you, dripping down your nose, cheeks, lips. He kneels down when he has no more left to give, now at your eye level he releases his grip on your hair and moves to swipe at the cum with his fingers instead, his gaze full of desire and want, enamoured by the way that you look, thanks to him.

His other hand moves to your core, touching your oversensitive clit and you almost collapse from the shock. Jiwoong soothes you with a kiss, seemingly uncaring about his cum already in your mouth, maybe even turned on by that, showing this by the way that he kisses you, licking into your mouth, licking your lips, smudging his cum even more across your face. You desperately grab at his hands, begging him for reprieve, needing it to end.

“Fine, fine,” He chuckles as he moves his hands away, “But stay there.”

You slump down onto the floor, catching your breath and trying to centre yourself. You have no energy to move, opting to lean back on the bed behind you, not even bothering to get up onto the mattress. You wait for your boyfriend to return, your eyelids growing heavy, needing a nap more than anything else right now.

He returns soon with his phone in his hand and you stare up at him puzzled, to which he laughs in response while he comes back down to your level.

“I just need to take a photo of you like this,” He tells you as he holds his phone up in front of him, “You look so fucking hot with my cum all over your face.”

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ohdudedhesflirting · 11 months

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How each member of ZB1 died

Note : Yunjin is not there as he is a child and I will never write for a minor. This is a piece of fiction only meant to be heartbreaking and sad. I do not want the members to know the same destiny as their fictionious personna. I am not glamorizing death. English is my second language. This is fiction !

Genre : Historical fictions. Just pain.

Warnings : death. Violent death. Blood. Knife. Fire. Drowning. Violence.

Please if you know that you are sensible to the topic of death do not read this.

Proceed with caution.

Kim Jiwoong : tortured to death (1801-1827)

Love, that’s what Kim Jiwoong died for.

He was the manservant of a powerful family and what a mistake that was to have fallen in love of their son.

Together they lived happily in the secret of their sheets, they talked about running to Scotland and finally live their love away from everyone, in the discreet countryhouse in a cottage. Yes thats what they wanted.

If only they had not being caught… In England the penalty for homosexuality was being hanged for the poor and decapitated for the rich. But the family of Seobin did not want for the word to get out, so they married him to a noble lady, hiding forever the secret behind closed doors.

What about Jiwoong ? They simply got rid of him.

Torturing him, making him suffer every atrocity that was possible before he took his last breath due to the pain he had been inflicted. Alone in a cold room lost away in the british countryside.

Zhang Hao : died at war (1899-1917)

The Great War. That was it was called on the batterfield, in the trenches.

Rain pouring down his face, Zhang Hao was thinking about his family, his home, is friends waiting for him. It had been since the beginning that Zhang Hao had been deployed, he had been lucky, he only had been injured lightly so far.

He had to say goodbye to some of his friends, some died at the battle, others died from their wounds. He was left alone, being at the head of so many people he could not count them on their fingers.

Another day, getting out of his little compartiment, saluting his soldiers, soon they would have to move, probably, doing an offensive and trying to win some meters in the ennemy side.

It was without counting on the germans, his helmet on his head, a deflagration resonated through his ears, a bomb had been deposated.

Fire, screams, dust.

The helmet had not been enough, the germans broke through their defense and without even understanding what was going on due to the rapidity of the offensive, a bullet was shot straight at his heart.

The man fell to his knees, in the mud. Putting a hand on his heart, he had one last look to the sky where he thought that at least he would get to meet his friends soon.

Sung Han Bin : stabbed by his best friend (1961-1982)

Loyalty and friendship had been the end of Han Bin.

Han Bin only really valued one thing in his life which was his friends, one of his bestfriend, Lee Hoatek, had a girlfriend and he was truly the happiest for the two of them.

Blinded by the friendhsip he felt for his bestfriend he did not understand when his girlfriend started to flirt with any him any chances she got. Han Bin only simply took that for friendship but his best friend had not been blind by that. He saw she way she looked at hiim and despised it.

Blinded by jealousy and by his own insecurities he never talked about it with Han Bin.

Until one final night, all together having a dinner, the girlfriend thought that Lee Hoatek was he in the kitchen and she played a move on it, on him. But the man saw and coming with the knife from the kitchen, looked at his girlfriend and best friend. And without a thought went to Han Bin and stabbed him.

The young man feel on the floor and with tears on his eyes he looked at his bestfriend, saying that he forgave him before taking his last breath.

Seok Matthew : died when he tried to save his wife from execution (1671-1693)

What Matthew loved the most in the world was his wife. They lived in a quiet village.. A quiet village until the first rumors of witchery came out.

The new came from Salem, it was one woman. Then, numbers kept on coming.

Both of the newlyweds thought they were safe, that those allegations would not come to their village, what they had not planned was from matthew’s wife of getting accused.

As so many other women, she had rejected the impropriate offer of a man, said man, a powerful one, in revenge he had taken the responsability to say that she was a witch and that she had to be burned.

Her trial had been quick without even a chance for her to defend herself, Matthew tried as well, in vain. They said that he too, had been seduced by the witch.

They had taken her to the public place of the village as well as two other woman, which had their own fire, as she was placed on her amount of wood before it was lighted up.

Matthew got his way out of the crowd, screaming pushing people out, trying to get to his wife, screaming her name at the top of his lungs.

The magistrate and his people went to him and they caught him but he was still pushing around. Without him even understanding he felt pain on his skull, someone punched him down. From the pain he fell on his knnes, feeling the warm blood on his neck, finally his face fell on the ground.

Matthew had his vision being blurred due to his own blood, he closed for the last time his eyes as he watched his wife being burned down, screaming in agony.

Kim Tae Rae : heart attack (1849-1869)

Kim Tae Rae was the kindest man on earth, the softest to have ever walked it.

His mom always had told him that he had a soft heart and that he had to take care of it, of himself.

It was a calm day for Tae Rae, an habitual one, waking up, taking his usual breakfast.

Taking his music sheets and installing himself before his piano forte before composing some songs. It was sudden the pain he felt in his chest that disturbed him.

Standing up he went fetch himself a cup of water. The pain kept being there, a part of him told him he should quickly leave and see a physician but the other part did not want to. He had to finish a piece for a play and it was urgent.

With his cup of wtaer the pain got tronger, he fell on the floor, holding his chest, breathing heavily. The pain kept getting stronger and finally he could not stand it anymore and finally closed his eyes.

Kim Gyuvin : death penalty (1950-1968)

Unlucky was the key word for Gyuvin.

Simply going home from his grocery shopping he saw a man getting stabbed in the street, he ran to him and made the agressor ran away before putting the knife in his hands. Running to the man on the floor he tried to make the blood stop but it was never stopping.

The police came and saw the tall man over the bloodied body. He was arrested and quickly had his trial, he defended himself, as best as he could, but the jury already had his opinion.

He was found guilty. His fate had been made, it would be the death penalty.

He waited for a few months before his exécution.

Gyuvin had been conducted to the electrocution room where he passed away.

Two months after it, the real agressor had been arrested and the evidence came on light : an innocent man had been executed.

Ricky : taken hostage and murdered (1979-1999)

Being the son of a billionaire had his perks. The money, the drinks, the houses. Ricky loved it, until he didn't. As he got taken hostage while he was out partying with his friends.

His eyes folded, hands behind his back, a tissue in his mouth to stop him from screaming.

His kidnappers wanted money, some millions, they were sure they would get it.

But Ricky's father did not move an inch, refusing to even give them one dollard. Pressure was getting stronger, money would never come...

They had to make a step, to get rid of him.

Sitting him on a chair, still folded, silent tears dripping on his face.

He heard the pulling from a gun, his breath was hatched, a deflagration resonated through the empty warehouse, he felt pain straight in his chest. Blood was falling from it. Coughing up blood, suffering, the kidnappers left him there before leaving in their car.

Ricky died alone, blidnfolded in a warehouse because his father did not love him enough to pay what they wanted.

Park Gunwook : drowned while saving a kid (1890-1907)

Gunwook was simply taking his way home from work.

A day at the factory, working and puttting stuff on shelves. Getting his salary to support his mom and siblings.

On the way home he went to the bakery, getting bread and treat for his family.

Happily going home, passing by the river, Gunwook heard a scream before seeing a kid being pushed down in the water accidentally by a person on his bike.

The kid didnt know how to swim, he was screaming for help, battling against the water. The water was stronger than him, the current of the water was too strong for him. Adults surrounding the scene called for help, for the police.

Gunwook did not wait a second before jumping down in the river swimming toward the kid, barely pulling him to the edge. One thing he did not plan was for the current to get stronger and to be stuck. Unable to swin back on the ground.

Battling against the water the last thing he saw was the kid being hugged by his mom. He wouldn’t be able to be hugged by his mom anymore.

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haesunflower · 1 year

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petty fights with zb1

genre: slight angst only for hyung line, most are lighthearted

pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: what i think reader x zb1 would fight about

warning some have triggers (implied cheating, jealousy and injury), these are mostly lighthearted, not all are established relationship, bullet point reactions, all lowercase is intentional, not proofread, i should have just made this normal and not bullet, I'm lazy

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

you always thought you were secure in your relationship

a lot of people swooned over jiwoong but he's been good at reassuring you that you're the only person for him

but lately, he's been busy filming another drama with seobin

and they spend all their free time together, doing lives and filming vlogs for seobin's channel

while some of it is for pr, you know they're really good friends either way

he's a hell of a good actor, you think

because watching his chemistry with seobin, you start to think he's cheating on you

you hope he isn't, but when he comes home one day looking extremely exhausted and as if he just cried – you prayed that you would be wrong

jiwoong kneels in front of you, and has trouble looking you in the eyes

he keeps stuttering, and then just cries

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

when you first started dating, one of the things you worried about was how well hao would get along with your group of friends

they were kinda, well, loud and too much

and you know hao is quite introverted – it's one of the things you love about him. he's calm. you're crazy. that kinda thing.

when you're all together he's usually mostly silent but he engages in conversation. you had assumed that when you all mingle and have your own conversations he holds up on his own.

to your surpise, your best friend let you know that he hasn't made an effort to get to know her even after all these months

that made you mad

the air in the car ride home felt weird. you were at a stoplight when you accusingly said

"do you hate my friends?"

hao just looks at you, and begins to open his mouth but is distracted by the sudden green light

without giving him a chance to think, "hao i've made an effort to be good friends with your members"

hao thinks you're being unfair, because even his partner doesn't understand what it's like to be an introvert

but to some degree you're right, he doesn't try hard enough

unsure of what to say, he nods and continues to drive

you loudly sigh and direct your body towards your window. you know this will have to be a conversation for tomorrow.

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

hanbin was taking longer than usual again today

you always meet up at the exit of building b of the university when you're both done with your classes, so you could go on a quick cafe date before the sun sets

it's been 30 minutes since he texted "on my way!"

fed up, you head over to his classroom to find him lending his notes to a girl. usually this isn't a problem, but it's who he's lending it to that irks you.

"baby, can we go?"

"oh hi y/n, yeah hold on somi's just finishing up with my notes"

thing is, somi likes your boyfriend, and your boyfriend doesn't see that.

you head over to their table and pick up hanbin's notebook, somi looks shocked she was disrupted

"i'll send you photos of the other pages when we get home"

you shove his notebook in your book bag and start walking away, not giving her an opportunity to respond

when hanbin catches up to your pace he reaches for your hand only for you to swat it away

"stop being so nice to everyone hanbin, they get the wrong idea"

hanbin wanted to defend himself, but he deprioritized that train of thought as he realized you are 100% the jealous type

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

matthew's main descriptor is that he's cute, because he is

but you didn't know that being called cute bothered your boyfriend

"am i not handsome to you?"

"babe, where is this coming from?"

he flashes his phone screen, your recent photoset post from your finsta on display. it featured various pictures of both of you from your dates the week before

the caption he pointed to: "i have the cutest boyfriend in the whole world"

so you deadass thought he was joking

but he really wasn't, he looked real serious -_-

you set the phone down and hugged him, placing your head on his chest

"of course i also think you're the hottest man on the planet"

"much better", matthew finally smiles and you both laugh as he tickles you in revenge

later that night, you posted a few of his gym thirst traps with the caption "my boyfriend is so handsome he should choke me"

his older sister commented: gross. block me next time.

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

so the "fight" started when he texted you that morning with

"y/n look at this, the fans are saying i dress terribly"

"....well"

"well?! well what??"

you ended up not replying because you didn't know how to word it

you loved taerae but those red sweats needed to go

so when you got another text that said "are you really not going to respond to me"

you hit him with a "let's just go shopping today"

even though you hated couple items, it was the only way for taerae to buy the items you wanted for him

he secretly bought a pair of red sweats for you

in the end, he beats the fashion taeraerist allegations (thanks to you)

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

ever since you started dating, you couldn't recall a time when you were able to pay for your dates

he beats you to it every time...and you feel terrible about it.

ricky extensively spoiled you, and all you wanted was to be given an opportunity to do the same for him

one day you asked him if you could pay for lunch this time around

"no. never. don't worry about stuff like that"

"let me do it just once, please?"

you didn't get your way, and you both walked out of the restaurant slightly annoyed

in fact, you refused to go on any date with him from that point unless you could pay for it

he deadass couldn't get you to come with him on any plan he made for a whole month.

eventually, he showed up at your place and said "fine. for every ten dates you can pay for one"

he wasn't happy with it but at least you were

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

gyuvin was the clumsiest person you know

so when he knocked over the vase and cut his hand in an attempt to clean it up, you couldn't help but scream at him in worry for his safety

"gyuvin what are you doing? you shouldn't have touched that!"

you quickly found the first aid kit that his mom kept underneath the bathroom sink

gyuvin had his head down as he applied pressure to the cut

he watched as you worked your way through the supplies

as you gently tended to his wound he tried not to make any sound

"sorry i yelled earlier. i just wish you were more careful. i don't like it when you get hurt"

he looked up to meet your eyes, you were tearing up

it was sorta clouding your vision, so you had to stop what you were doing

"i know y/n, i'm sorry. i'm working on it"

he leaned his head against yours

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

you're both in debate. and you strongly dislike going up against him because 98% of the time you lose.

he likes to win and then gloat about it later

"how's it like to lose for the 3rd time in a row?" (jokingly, you think)

(because you have an inclination that he might have a massive crush on you) (you are correct)

academic rivals to lovers, if you will

when you finally started dating he stopped gloating at least

that doesn't mean he goes easy on you, he tries to give his one hundred percent because so do you

sometimes mid debate he'd catch himself staring at you and get a little distracted

your losing rate has since decreased to about 70% now (thank you puppy gunwook!)

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

yujin had issues with sharing way before you started liking each other

maybe it's because he has younger siblings and basically had to share everything with them all his life

so when he shows up to school with a fully packed lunch and extra snacks, and you dare to come up to ask for the pack of pretzels he had, he was hesitant

you did this every monday without fail and he started to get fed up with it

"get your own food will you?"

"i would but it tastes better when it comes from you" you say as you plop down next to him at the courtyard

boy was gobsmacked. from that moment on he was kinda smitten.

i don't know how either that's just how his brain works

from then on, he only shared his snacks with you

except for that one time yena from the upper year said "oh that looks good, can i have some yujinie?" and he gave the whole bag to her.

yeah you guessed it, your pretzel bag.

you were furious

he didn't understand why until you made a snide remark at the end of the day - something along the lines of "yeah you're only nice to older girls"

he bought the giant xl version of the pretzels to school the next day as a sorry

A/N: my friend alexis helped me out with the ideas per member. personally tried to be angsty but most ended up being lighthearted lol. requests are open and you can claim anons too if you'd like hehe

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yunacoeur · 1 year

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when they think you’re breaking up with them

a/n: no one talk about how some are longer or shorter than others 💀 @haesunflower hope u like it!! <3

zb1 x reader, lots of angst with all good endings! food mention kinda in matthew’s, mention of cheating in hanbin’s, reader is hinted to have mental health issues in ricky’s, gyuvin’s is a fake dating au, lots of miscommunication which i’m sure you guys love to see!! it doesn’t annoy anyone at all ever ☺️

kim jiwoong

fighting with jiwoong sucked because he could go for hours without faulting at all. he gets tired, sure, but he never slips or says something wrong.

“and i just think if you cared more, you’d actually put in effort into our relationship!” you said to him, and he rolls his eyes like a drama queen.

he says, his voice laced with a kind of venom you haven’t heard directed at you yet, “well if you think i put no effort into our relationship, even though i am trying my best to prioritize you, if i’m not good enough than we might as well break up!”

it baffles you that he would say that, but you double down, “fine!” you shout as you leave the room.

shit. he did not mean to say that. it just kind of came out. he didn’t even mean it, why would he want to break up? you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, why would he even insinuate that breaking up is wha you should do?

“wait!” he says, chasing after you. he gets a hold of your arm as you’re about to lock yourself in your room. you look up at him with those pretty, teary eyes, and his heart shatters, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean that. please, let’s just talk like adults.”

after a moment of gathering your thoughts, you respond, “say it again, so i know you didn’t mean it,” you whisper, “tell me you didn’t mean it.”

he nods, biting his lip nervously, “i didn’t mean what i said. i don’t want to break up because i don’t know what i would do without you. so please stay with me.”

zhang hao

“why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, all of a sudden. you weren’t entirely ignoring him, but in truth, you were kind of giving him the cold shoulder.

“what do you mean?” you ask back, playing dumb. it just makes him more nervous and frustrated.

“don’t act like-!” he’s about to start, before sighing and rubbing his temples with his hand, “please, my love, i am so confused, i don’t know what happened and i just want to know what is going on,” he frowns, desperate just to get a decent response.

what happened was that he had forgotten about a date. it was so uncharacteristic of him, but he was busy and tired and he hasn’t even realized even now that he forgot something so important.

still, you don’t answer. he sighs, “fine, if you won’t talk to me, i’ll be in the other room.”

but after an hour, not even that long, he’s coming back out of his room to find you still in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea.

“hey,” he starts, “can i just ask you something?”

you hum in response. he gets nervous that you’re still going to ignore him, but then you reach into the cupboard for a second mug, for a second cup of tea. it gives him a glimmer of hope.

“i don’t know what i did, but if it’s serious enough to warrant… this.. i’m sorry, please don’t consider leaving. we can sort it out,” he whispers the last part. it leaves a considerable amount of tension in the air, as he throws out his biggest worries. please don’t go.

you finally respond as you hand him the second mug, talking softly, like you would talk to a toddler, “no more forgetting about our dates,” you murmur, and then it hits him. finally.

“oh my god! oh my god i’m so sorry!! i really didn’t remember! god why am i so dumb that i forgot our date? i’m so, so sorry,” he says exasperatedly, before looking back up at you.

even though it’s small, you’ve got that same adoring smile that makes his stomach do cartwheels and his ears bright red. he really couldn’t afford to lose you.

“make it up to me?” you ask, and he’ll do whatever you say.

sung hanbin

for the record, you were not cheating on hanbin. it was a misunderstanding. it was a text that was not meant for you, sent to you by accident from some unknown number while you were in the shower. he looked at it out of curiosity and now his insecurities have been eating away at him.

why would someone text them that? are they cheating? why? was he not good enough? what had he done wrong?

he hasn’t even brought it up to you, and you had no way of explaining yourself if you don’t know.

he was being extra nice today though. he made dinner for you when you came over to the dorm, he offered to rub your shoulders when you complained they were tense, he did all your dishes and didn’t once say something teasing or anything of the sort. he does all the things you like, being extra attentive and perfect tonight.

but it’s weird. he’s usually not this put together when it’s just you two. his hair is usually messier and his skin is bare and natural, yet tonight he looks particularly nice. he’s pretty all done-up like this, but it’s just so confusing as to why.

so you ask him. and he plays it off, trying to switch the topic, but after enough pressure, he tells you, “i just wanted to prove to you… that i’m good enough for you.”

“what made you think you’re not?”

he frowns, biting his lip anxiously, “i saw the texts on your phone. i’ll be a better boyfriend… so you don’t have to look elsewhere.”

“oh my god, hanbin- no, that’s not what’s happening at all! that was a wrong number. they meant to text someone else,” you say, almost frantically, reaching to grab his hand, “i swear i would never do that!”

and it all suddenly makes him feel so dumb. firstly, for not trusting you. and second, for thinking this whole time it was because he wasn’t good enough.

you cradle him close to you, like you were holding something delicate, and he rests his head in the crook of your neck. his tears stain the collar of your shirt.

seok matthew

“i think i’m gonna end things. it’s just not going very well, you know what i mean?” he hears you say, over the phone, to one of you friends he presumes. it makes him stop dead in his tracks, listening in, “no my partner’s not mean or bad at all! he’s actually really nice, but like… he can’t get anything done! like i can’t do everything, carry both of our weights.”

it makes his heart drop. sure he comes over too much that he should probably help more with chores or help you with whatever you need considering how hard you work. but did you really feel that way? why didn’t you come talk to him? were you really going to leave him?

when you leave your room to tell matthew ‘sorry, just had to call my friend about my partner for the big project-‘ the apartment is spotless. it’s tidy, there’s no dishes in the sink, the trash is taken out. it’s weird because it was not this clean 20 minutes ago. matthew is in the kitchen, cooking something, when you ask him.

“hey, did you clean up the apartment? it looks good,” you watch him out of the corner of your eye. why does he look so nervous?

“yeah, just thought i should pull my weight more around here,” he says. his voice is shaky, but you don’t say anything.

“well that sure is nice of you, but you don’t have to, matthew. i don’t mind cleaning myself,” you say, which contradicts what you had said earlier, but it’s fine. he assumes you’re trying to be nice.

not even a nickname though? you had to call him by his government name? this must be bad.

“really? i heard you talking with your friend on the phone,” he says. it’s almost reverse passive agressiveness, which is weird to think about.

“oh uh, yeah! i was gonna talk to you about that,” you say. oh boy, here it comes, “my partner for the big work project i was talking about is terrible! i gotta talk to my boss about it to see if i can get reassigned.”

he stops cutting vegetables for a moment to think about it all. to really take in what you just said.

you weren’t talking about him, you were talking about your work partner…

he chuckles to himself, smiling at how silly this all was, “oh yeah? that sucks, i hope you can get a new one, babe.”

he doesn’t see you smile because his back is turned to you, but he hears it in your voice, and he’s never been so relieved.

kim taerae

fighting with taerae sucks. he gets emotional so easily and any valid points you want to make go out the window because he’s crying and it doesn’t help to kick him when he’s down. he doesn’t do it intentionally, he just cries easily.

but when, for the fifth time this month, he’s forgotten about your dates because he’s been held up in practice and didn’t even bother to text, you tell him, “you might not be in a place to be in a relationship, taerae. you don’t ever have time for me anymore and i can’t put up with this forever. i don’t think this is working.”

and he sees his life flash before his eyes. he’s mortified of what you’re implying, “wait, no, please- please don’t say that!”

“it might before the best. i don’t want it either, but i can’t keep being let down,” you say.

he wants to respond, say all the things he knows you want to hear, it won’t happen again, i’ll be better, i’ll be the man you deserve. but he can’t promise it won’t happen again.

hours go by, and he knocks on your door. you let him in, and all he does is hug you, tightly. he’s gearing up for it to be the last time, “you know, you should leave me. i deserve it after not prioritizing you, but i love you so, so much,” he wipes the tears forming with his sleeve, “please don’t go. please. i’ll do anything for you to stay.”

and then he looks at you with those darling eyes. red from tears, you wipe them away as you cup his cheeks, “i’m happy that you’re chasing your dreams. i just want to be in them,” you tell him. he smiles sadly, letting out an exhale like he just dodged a bullet, “it’s okay, baby. just breathe.”

ricky

“i think we should break up,” you say. no chance for a miscommunication there. heard loud and clear.

ricky puts down his phone as he looks up at you, still clearly trying to process what you had said so suddenly, “okay.. and why do you want to do that?”

“i just think that i need some space. i’ve been going through so much lately and i think i’m not in a spot to be in a relationship right now. i think you deserve better,” you say.

it had definitely been a difficult few months because of stuff in your personal life and it felt wrong to shove all your problems onto your boyfriends plate when he was also a human being with feelings and emotions.

he stands up as he walks over to you, grabbing your hands in his and kissing your knuckles. you smile softly.

“first off, don’t say that i deserve better, because i only want you. and secondly, if that’s truly what you want, then okay. but if you’re only saying that to try and save me the trouble or the burden of being with you while you’re going through so much… i’m not going to let you do that,” he says, watching the tears start to prick at your eyes.

he pulls you closer so your head rests against him, feeling his pulse radiate through him as kind of like a constant reminder of him being there.

to him, being there for you is his purpose. you can’t push him away the second he has a chance to fulfill his calling.

“i know life is hard, my love, but you can’t push me away. i won’t let you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you, “there’s no going anywhere, you’re stuck with me.”

kim gyuvin

fake dating was supposed to make your life easier. after your last boyfriend (now ex) wouldn’t leave you alone, you did it so you would have a boyfriend to go on dates with so the world would think you were dating and leave you alone. you would have someone to scare off guys you didn’t like.

plus, he was in a similar situation, and wanted his ex to leave him alone. it worked.

until you told gyuvin that you wanted to end it. people weren’t bothering you anymore, and you felt like it was time.

part of it was because you were maybe getting too attached to him and knew if you stayed any longer, your fake relationship would get messy fast.

unfortunately, he was not going down without a fight, “what do you mean you wanna break up? why? what did i do?”

“nothing- but, i think this is getting kind of… weird. aren’t we not supposed to be really dating? our relationship just existed so that people wouldn’t bother us, right? so now no one is bothering us anymore. i think we’re in the clear,” you explain, but he just shakes his head.

“we’re in the clear because we’re in the relationship! it’ll go back to how it was if we break up!” he says. sure, he has a point. you just wish he’d let it go so your feelings didn’t get exposed.

“i just think it’s best if we stop fake dating,” you say, but he rolls his eyes.

“okay fine, you wanna break up our fake relationship? fine, on one condition,” he looks you in the eye, grabbing your hand. all of a sudden, he looks dead serious, “we have a real relationship. no more fake dating. just dating. not pretend anymore.”

it leaves you kind of speechless.

so he continues, “if there’s even a small part of you that likes me back, give me a try… because if i’m being honest, i haven’t been faking it for a while now.”

park gunwook

you and gyuvin were introduced to each other through gunwook, and, if he’s being honest, he regrets introducing you guys. you clicked immediately, in the same way you did not with gunwook.

you and gunwook initially butted heads, an academic rivals to lovers story, but once gunwook started upping the cuteness, you were won over. your personalities clashed a bit at the beginning, but it was worth it because now he is the most adorable, amazing boyfriend ever. his only flaw is that he’s jealous of the fact that you and his close friend are friends.

gyuvin is stupid easy to like, and he’s so naturally charming that gunwook can’t blame you for taking a liking to him. it just stings because, while he knows you’re loyal, gyuvin makes you laugh a little harder than gunwook can. it hurts his ego a bit.

so he asks you about it, “do you like gyuvin more than me?” he’s a little blunt, but he can’t help it.

“no? why would you ask that?” you ask in return, baffled by his sudden question.

“well you always laugh so much when he makes jokes like he’s so funny, you know i can be funny too!” he exclaims, he’s so expressive in all his movements.

but you just laugh at his jealousy, because it’s honestly adorable, “sure, gyuvin’s funny, but does he have your cute face?”

“…no,” gunwook pouts as you ruffle his hair.

“and does he have your cute smile? and is he crazy smart? does he quote philosophers like a nerd?” you ask, watching gunwook’s face go red, especially his ears, “that’s right. that’s why i’m with you, baby. i like you. don’t worry about him. i’m with you for a reason.”

han yujin

“what do you mean you want to break up?” he asks. he’s never had to take the question seriously before. break up? you guys were perfect for each other.

“i just… i think it’s best if we both moved on. you’re getting really busy with training and your debut, what if you get too busy for me?” you say. it’s not that you wanted to, but yujin is already missing school and skipping out on big plans you’ve been wanting to make because he’s got too much going on.

“i guess it’ll be hard, but i’ll make time for you! i promise!” he says.

“you have to put your dream first, yujin. i’ll still be here when you’ve achieved it. maybe in the future we can try again, when you’ve settled into your group more,” you tell him as he reaches for one of your hands, holding it in both of his, “you’ll be able to make time for me. we can be together then.”

“no, i- i want to be with you now because… no matter how much i want to debut..” he whispers, kissing the back of your hand, and holding it tightly, “staying with you is my dream.”

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lilacgyuvin · 4 months

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STARGAZING! ━☆ﾟ.* a jiwoong x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS: in order to pass a class of his, kim jiwoong has to complete any volunteer work of his choice and document it. he ultimately gets stuck tutoring a high schooler, and he dreads starting— until he comes to meet his older sister.

starring ★ kim jiwoong, 7/9 of zb1, eunseok and shotaro of riize

warnings: kys jokes, fighting, cursing, kinda inexperienced!reader, a toxic ex, themes of manipulation/gaslighting (chapters including these themes will be prefaced as such), you can ignore timestamps!!

NOTE: this series is inspired by @i520u ‘s smaus!! they honestly helped revamp my love for writing, pls go check out their work!!

psa: this is fiction. how the ppl in this story act/interact is not how i perceive them to act irl, this is not meant to tear down anyone’s image!! also i don’t own any of the people that appear in here.

ask 2 be added 2 the taglist! ☆ﾟ

★ gunwook shooters | hags + gyuvin

table of contents ━☆ﾟ.*

chp. 1: passenger princesses

chp. 2 : beautiful stranger

chp. 3: her name

chp. 4: dni

chp. 5: fb

chp. 6: unspoken plans

chp. 7: collab

chp. 8: movie theatre popcorn

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shibuinni3 · 1 month

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Até onde você iria pela fama?

19/03/24; Capa para uso pessoal.

Kim Jiwoong e Shen Quanrui, Zerobaseone.

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harus-simp · 1 year

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When you have a stan account dedicated to them

Jiwoong, Keita,Jongwoo,Taerae, Wumuti

Genre: fluff, but a little bit sad on some parts :((

Requested: How about Jongwoo, Jiwoong, Taerae, Keita (and anyone you want to add) reacting to you having a stan twitter account dedicated to them lol? (Anonymous)

Author's note: I think I didn't specify it as a twitter account in some of them,so I hope you're fine with it anon. I added Wumuti because I'm this close to create an account for him I'm not even joking, although it is a little bit sad so beware of it. Hope you like it :)) (Might be a little bit long haha I got carried away 😛)

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The boys know that you've been supporting them for sure watching boys planet and that you've been rooting for them however, they didn't expect you to take your supporting that far.

Jiwoong

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After days and hours of practice and hard work Jiwoong was able to take a breath as the dual position battle had finished. He felt so proud of being able to go to Mcountdown with his team at last,his efforts paying off.

He called you immediately excited to let you know about his week. You picked up really confused to his sudden call, but smiling about his happiness.

You asked him if you could spend a little time with him and go celebrate it to a nearby restaurant, you offering to treat him to which he accepted with a smile on his face, making him look like an idiot talking to his phone.

While waiting for you to arrive he decided to search his name on Twitter to see all the support he had been receiving from his fans. He looked at each one of the posts with such detail and care, as he though of how everyone had dedicated him time, so he opted for doing exactly the same.

While looking carefully at all the letters, messages and pictures, one particular post stood out to him, it was a picture with a short but sweet message attached to it:

-Not only my boy is an awesome actor but he's a really talented rapper, singer and dancer so please vote for him. Jiwoong hwaiting!!!

He found it so endearing and flattering how he was surrounded by amazing people who were willing to make him debut, however what caught his attention was the photo that followed the message.

He found it oddly familiar for some reason but couldn't figure out why, until he finally remembered, that was a photo he hadn't published in his social media, that was indeed a photo he had only sent to you to cheer you up on your exams.

His thoughts were interrupted by you calling his name from afar.

"Jiwoong"you called waving your hand at him.

He smiled fondly and reunited with you to go eat together, interlacing your hands in the process.

"How you doing, baby?"he asked you

"I should be asking you that you winner!"you responded giggling and expecting him to answer.

"Well, it has been a rollercoaster of emotions"

"Oh, I could definitely tell"

You guys continued with your conversation as you were eating,and when you were asking for dessert he confronted you about the post he found suspiciously similar to all you were telling him throughout the lunch, throwing him lots of compliments and sweet words.

Does the account Jiwoong's number one supporter sounds familiar to you?"he asked naturally.

You were taken aback for a moment right there, until you laughed awkwardly saying: "ha.ha.ha no, I don't know what that is"

"Well, that's funny cause I've only sent this photo to you" he said laughing it off and smiling cutely.

*Oh, I forgot about that*you thought to yourself.

He watched as the smiled was washed off from your face, realisation hitting you like a truck.

He awaited for a response as you finally buried your face in your hands, accepting defeat.

"So it really was you" he smiled dedicating you a look were he expressed all his admiration for you while taking your hands in his. "No need to be embarrassed about it love, I find it really cute"

You looked back at him and laughed softly at his antics: "Well it's not like I've told any lies there" you responded.

This only made Jiwoong want to pamper you with kisses till he was satisfied, but instead he sat at your side and hugged you tightly, as the later option was best for you to not be redder than you were, besides you were still in public.

"I'm so thankful y/nnie"he broke the hug and pecked you quickly on your forehead just before the desserts arrived.

Keita

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Being Keita is not an easy job, being that talented is difficult. How can someone be so good at everything? He's good at singing, dancing, rapping, producing his own songs. Lirerally perfection.

You as his girlfriend had always wandered how he could be such a perfect all rounder, but most importantly you always kept thinking how he could be yours.

However, as good as he was (like he excels at everything) he was also human, he struggled, he had his own worries and preoccupations. So when you caught him one day a little lower than usual you decided to listen to him and he decided to open up to you sincerely.

He talked about how Ciipher needed more support and that they weren't going through their best moments, although he sweetened it with other words, saying he wanted another challenge so he decided to audition to boys planet in search of an opportunity to debut.

And of course you supported him, how could you not? He deserved the entire world in your eyes and even more than that.

A few days after passing the auditions for the programme, he was preparing his song with the other japanese trainees "Zero for Conduct" and helping them as well with their korean.

When the practice ended he decided to visit you and rest for a while before going back to the doorms, where he was working with his team mates.

When he got to your house the first thing he did was look for you on the sofa, where he knew you were gonna be for sure watching a movie, a series or just scrolling through your phone, turns out the last option was the correct one.

You were so immersed on whatever you were doing you didn't even felt his presence behind you, making it a perfect opportunity for him to surprise you. He got close from behind with the intention of scaring you, however when he saw you were writing from an account by the name of keita's-simp he couldn't help but forget his plan and say out loud : "What are you doing right there?".

You jumped a little bit and looked back at him hiding your phone under a pillow.

"God damn Keita, don't scare me like that!"you told him back.

"No but seriously, what were you doing?"

"Oh, nothing important really, just watching videos honestly"

"So you are hiding your phone due to...?"he looked at you oddly.

"Due to you scaring the shit out of me?"you answered with an obvious expression.

He shrugged it off and accepted your response, although not very convinced of it.

After spending some time together just talking casually, you excused yourself for a moment to go the restroom. He wanted to take a look at whatever you were doing before, which he considered quite suspicious imo, but he wanted to respect your privacy. However, when he was about to continue with his activities your phone received a notification from that Twitter account,which he had seen previously. His curiosity gaining the best of him made him check out that little message, leading him to an account dedicated completely to him. He began scrolling through the posts revealing all kinds of sweet and short supporting messages.

He smiled revealing his cute little teeth and thinking of thousands of ways to tease his bae, until seeing that some of the posts dated from 2018 approximately. He was still a trainee back there so, he was confused, like really confused.

"Alright I'm ba-"you were saying when you saw him scrolling through your phone on your account.

"Are you looking through my things without my permission Mr Terazono?"you asked furrowing your eyebrows.

"Are you using an account named keita's-simp?"he asked you ironically and with a smug grin.

"Ye-, yes I am"you answered shyly.

"Then why are some posts so old?"

You sighed, knowing you couldn't escape the situation at all : "Well that' because YG TREASURE BOX started by that date".

He couldn't help but smile thinking of all the time you had been rooting for him : "Oh, really?"he raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

"Yeah..."

He got closer to you causing you to back off and fall to the sofa, as he then hugged you like a koala being on top of you.

"You don't have any idea of how thankful and blessed I am to have you"he said hiding his face

You just smiled at him and caressed his hair softly, making him fall asleep and not go back to his doorms, and although he was scolded, he didn't regret it in any way.

Jongwoo

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Jongwoo had been struggling on his path through Boys Planet, and although he was fighting for his dreams,he didn't find it as easy as he thought.

At first, he started smoothly with his group having good reviews and feedback from the star masters, which gave him some hope about his future. However, as the revaluation came and his stars dropped he lost some confidence and self-esteem.

Later, the K vs G group battle begun, where he was able to portray a better version of himself. He was even questioned why his star were so low when he had the talent and the ability to do more, that felt great to him, being praised for your hard work was amazing and it made him feel very proud. And it all payed off as his team won and he got the privilege to go to Mcountdown.

Then, the dual position battle arrived and he was pushed from the team he wanted,hurting his pride on the process.He wanted that team so bad and it just slipped through his fingers like it was nothing. Nevertheless, he slayed his performance anyways and could win individually. He felt relieved once again and really joyful. How could he not when his purpose of debuting started to make sense.

That leave us to his next mission, the Artist battle. He worked so hard for his song, Over Me. He suggested choreo, lyrics and lead his team perfectly. So being kicked out of it felt so wrong, it hurted so much, it made him think that he worked for nothing. He wasn't able to fight for what he wanted. When he got to the Switch team, he was really discouraged so he decided to not apply for the killing part.

Right now, he was preparing for a little event with star creators, which somehow gave him the strength to continue and give an amazing performance. However, when the curtain fell there were more than star creators, there were everyone's family and friends. Jongwoo could distinguish his friends from everyone else filling with giddiness and excitement. They were performing before people they cared about, and that was everything that mattered to him.

When he got time to talk to his friends he felt nothing but pure happiness.

"Jongwoo, you are doing great!"commented one of his friends.

"Thank you so much for coming guys, I appreciate it so much"

"Yeah, we've been watching all your performances and all twitter support you"someone said.

"You have lots of fans that support you!"

He was so happy to hear that, no one could imagine.

"Speaking of, there is this particular account that I see literally everywhere, they are really big fans. Look here it is"they said as they showed him.

He looked carefully and realised something, that way of writing was really familiar to him, way too familiar. And then something suddenly clicked, that was his girlfriend's way of speaking right there. How could he be so bland? All this time in the programme and he didn't thought of you once, how could he be so self absorbed?

After that day, in which they discovered it was a evaluation from their relatives and friends, he decided (although not adequate) to sneek from the planet camp and go to your apartment. He might regret it later, but at the moment you were the only thing on his mind.

When he got there, he unlocked the door and saw you preparing some food for you to eat, he felt so lucky to have you in his life. He hugged you from behind, hiding his face on the crook of your neck while you smiled knowing already who was the one that initiated that sign of affection.

"Hey baby, how's everything going on boys planet?"you asked him while still cooking peacefully.

"..."he didn't answered but started kissing your neck softly instead.

"Hehe that tickles"

You stopped smiling once you started to hear a silent whimpering sound.

"Hey Jongwoo, what's wrong?"you asked him as you stopped everything you were doing and turned around to see his face.

"Nothing, it's just-"

"Come on tell me" you encouraged him while whipping off his tears softly.

"It has been really hard, and I've just been so concentrated on winning that I forgot about my own girlfriend's existence, I've just missed you so much but couldn't think of it myself and-"

You silenced him by pressing a soft and sweet kiss on his lips, he corresponded eagerly and once you pulled apart you said to him: "Look, I'm not mad at that, I understand how hard it has been for you and all the hard work you've put in every single performance".

"Yes, but seeing your account has hitted my sensible spot"he said.

"Hahaha, you know I'll always be your number 1 fan. I'm so proud of you for raising so much on the rankings and having so much support from star creators".

"You are amazing, you know that? But jongwoo's-wifey, really?"he teased you.

You blushed at his remark.

"Well, I'm just being a fan, what do you expect?"

He giggled silently and got closer to your ear saying: "Well, if so you must call me your husbie"

"What?"

"Husband"

You turned redder than a tomatoe if that was even possible, getting away from him and hitting his arm playfully.

Did he mean it? We'll never know 👀

Taerae

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It had been a really tiring day for Taerae, practising por Switch was nothing but easy. It was complicated for him as his dancing didn't stood out as the best, but could you ever be mad at it? No, his singing made up for it tho (and the dance is really fast paced, so💀💀💀).

He practiced and practiced and practiced, and practiced once again lead by phanbin,a really detailed person and a perfectionist, but at least being as strict as he was with the dance moves was helping him improve in some way.

All the hours and effort he had put into the performance were starting to make everyone tired, so phanbin decided to let everyone go home and rest for the next day.

When Taerae finally got home, he couldn't help but wanting to take a shower and just sleep for 3 days straight. So that's exactly what he did. He took a cold shower as he had sweated so much and as he was changing to something comfortable you got home being greeted warmly by your boyfriend.

"Hey y/nnie, how was work?"he asked you

"Exhausting actually, how's your practice for the Artist battle going tae?

"I can't wait for you to see it" he smiled brightly at you.

After showering and changing clothes as well, you both decided to just go with a session of cuddles and a movie for you to rest from your respective work and to just enjoy your time with each other.

You put a silly rom com to lighten your moods and basically to have it as background noises as you knew perfectly you would just talk through it.

You were resting your head on taerae's chest as he had his arms wrapped around you securely and protectively, leaving you reassured of nothing bad happening to you.

Right after finishing the movie (it was really bad, like horribly made), you excused yourself to go to the kitchen for a snack, he decided to enter Twitter and see what all star creators were up to. He saw from letters to drawings to threads looking carefully at every post were he was being showered with love and affection from his fans. However, he saw an account that looked familiar,it was his more loyal fan account taerae's-dimples.

He laughed once again at the silly name the person had opted to name the account. However, there was something really heartfelt about the way that the posts were made.

Not only did they complimented his physique and his looks, but they also bragged about their vocals and the way he had improved his dancing, knowing himself he wasn't a perfect dancer he appreciated it a lot.

They talked about how he laughed when he was with Junhyeon, about his adorable and lovely smile, his cute dimples, his amazing personality,how he was loved by lots of star creators, and the list goes on.

He was grateful for all his fans, but something about that particular person, just made him really like them .

So was his admiration for them that he decided to thank them personally (well not like face to face) using wake one's account. He slid through their dm's writing a short but sentimental message to them that could express all his feelings towards them.

He then pressed the send button and smiled satisfied of his little act of service, when suddenly your phone rang with a notification. He actually didn't pay much attention to that til you came back with some pizza and pop corn for you to eat while watching another film you both had chosen.

While eating, you checked your phone and saw Taerae's message:

-Thank you so much dear fan, thank you for always being there for me and supporting me in every way you can. It means so much to me, I'll show you a better version of myself. Hwaiting!!

You chuckled and laughed internally at Taerae, he was so sweet with everyone it made you fell more for him. You turned around and said to him:

"You can't be cuter seriously"

"What?"

"Your way of thanking your fans is adorable"

He looked at you confused as you showed him his message on your account.

He couldn't believe it, all this time and it was you.

"That was you?"

"Yeah"

He started laughing uncontrollably and looked at you with his mouth opened.

"Really,why are you like this?"he asked sighing.

Now you were the confused one: "huh?"

"You were making me fall in love over again, I can't stand you" he said while bringing you to his arms, too embarrassed to let go.

You giggled softly and hugged him back : "I'm just simply too cute"

"You sure are darling"

Wumuti

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The 2nd elimination had finished in boys planet and it was a little bit disappointing for you, a loyal supporter of your boy Wumuti. Placing 34th felt so close yet so far, feeling sad about it and can't help but worring of his current state as well, if it was hard for you to watch you couldn't imagine how hard was for him to experience.

There were a mix of emotions on the pit of your stomach, sadness, anger,pity, empathy, to name but a few.

You knew he wanted this so bad and seeing all his efforts on the Switch team being gripped out of him felt so wrong. Hearing him say he couldn't see the performance if he wasn't there was tough as well and you felt so bad for him.

However, this was not the end, you knew it perfectly. Now he had lots of more fans who supported him making you feel like all your promoting didn't go to waste. Yes, you did have an account dedicated to him, how else would you help him be voted by star creators? Your main purpose was to help him raise in rankings, but the most important was to be there for him as his number 1 fan and help him be happy chasing after his dreams.

Right after this, you decided to not be discouraged and still ask people to support him everywhere he went and with everything he did.

You suddenly heard the bell ringing, making you leave your phone immediately and run to the door suspecting who was gonna be at your door. When you opened it your guesses were right, it was Wumuti himself waiting for you to let him inside. He was standing there with a serious expression that changed when you opened the door to the biggest grin you had ever seen in your entire life.

"Babyyyy, I've missed you so muchhhh"he said hugging you tightly, a hug that expressed perfectly all his emotions.

You hugged him with the same passion throwing yourself at him in order to not have any space left between both of you.

"I've missed you moreeee, let's go inside first"you insisted.

As you entered your apartment you gave him a sweet kiss which he gladly accepted smiling right into it.

"I can't believe they've eliminated you when I've been working my ass off to promote you, people are blind I swear to God!"you finally let out your irritated state.

"Promote me?"he asked, confusion being present in his features.

"Yes,I think I've never used Twitter so much in my entire life, I have probably used it more in 2 months than ever"you showed him your phone with your account.

"Wumuti-ti-ti's-girl? Do you have an account for me?"he asked shocked, he really wasn't expecting that.

"Of course, what did you expect from me?

In that moment he felt the luckiest person on earth, wondering how could he deserve you and all your love for him.

He felt so overwhelmed by it tears started to fall from his eyes, we don't know if they were from sadness from being eliminated or from happiness from having you on his side or from both of them.

When you saw him like that you absolutely panicked at first, but you snapped out of it and brought him to your arms carresing his hair softly.

"Shhh it's okay baby, just take your time"

Instead of hugging you back he just (gonna die) let you comfort him telling him sweet words filled with truth on them.

When he finally stopped crying he separated his face from your shoulder and made eye contact with you dedicating you a soft smile that melted you.

"You mean so much to me you don't have any idea, I don't know what I'd do without you"he said sincerely.

"Well, you probably wouldn't do much"you said teasing him.

"Probably"

"But, I love you like that"you told him kissing his cheek.

"I love you too"

"Now let's talk why certain people don't deserve to be there as much as you do"

"Babe, no-"

"No yes, I will fight Mnet and some star creators I swear it".

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viisator · 11 months

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Arguement with Shen Ricky

Title: Arguement with Shen Ricky

Pairing: Shen Ricky X F!Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers

Warning: Mention of s*x, kissing, cussing. (This thing's really cringy, idk wtf I did...)

Synopsis: Ricky is your childhood friend, you've had a crush on him since you were little but he's just really oblivious, you know you've done and said things that'll give him the hint that you like him, but one day you accidentally barged in the guest's room in a party and saw him with a girl naked in bed.

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-HI!! it's been a while since I posted! But to those who will read this and the ones that have already read this, plsssss like and reblog! Thanks!-

NOTE: Unfortunately, I will not continue any of my series, and the ones that are pending in my drafts! Sorry!!!

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It was an ordinary day for Ricky, it was Sunday and he usually go for a walk at 6:30, but his usual isn't applicable at the moment since Y/n have already decided what they should do for the whole day.

"C'mon Ricky!" Ricky annoyingly scratches his ear as he heard the girl whine for the 9th time, and before she could complain any longer, he turned around and face her once again.

"I have a lot of things planned out. Y/n." Ricky said coldly as he shoots Y/n death glares, but the girl mind it not and just gave him an eye roll as she crosses her arms.

"C'mon, I say! I know you're just gonna stay the whole day in your room touching boobs and butts!" Ricky only pinched his nose in response.

"Haa... Y/n. That's what you think of me?" The girl in front nodded a solid yes and proceed to go past him and enter his house without his permission, well, it's not like he can stop her even if he says not to enter.

As Ricky follows Y/n inside, the girl flopped down on the couch grabbing the remote as if she own the place and Ricky could only stare at her coldly.

Y/n wears a white top and a pink crop blazer, white sunglasses on her head, a pair of white boots, and a skirt that's too short for Ricky's liking. But Ricky's sure he doesn't like Y/n romantically since their relationship has always been platonic ever since they were children.

"How come you have Disney+ and not Netflix?? How are you supposed to tell your girls 'Netflix and chill' if you don't have Netflix??" Y/n looks at Ricky disgustingly as the side of her lips goes up. Ricky then grabbed the remote abruptly throwing it to the side, then he grabbed Y/n quite harshly and made her stand up.

As they both glare at each other, Ricky can't help but to look at her tightly shut lips, while feeling something turn inside his stomach as he hears her fast breathing, but Y/n looks at him eyes widening, with her brows frowning looking at him as if she wanted to punch his face. Their position lasted for seconds only staring at each other while Ricky still tightly holds Y/n's wrists closer to his chest.

"Let go of me," Y/n told him off with shaky breath, it's as if she was holding her tears back. Ricky sighs letting her wrists down gently. He swear he didn't mean to be so harsh on her, it was just because of what she said, he doesn't like it, it was as if she was telling him his way of having fun are fucking every girl he sees, and he's not like that, but he knows it was because of last time that's why Y/n keeps on saying things.

Last month, Ricky was out at a party and he got badly drunk and ended up in the guest room, and because his luck was kinda bad that day, Y/n was looking for him and she opened the door when he was doing it with Y/n's classmate. He regretted it, and he was not on his mind that time, he didn't mean to scare his best friend. But Y/n kept telling him it was fine cause it's his life she has nothing to do with it, but he just know she was upset seeing him in that state.

"It was a month ago and I was drunk," Ricky said explaining once again.

"I don't care about that." Y/n crosses her arms again and avoided Ricky's solid look.

"Then why keep bringing it up?" Ricky's patience was thinning already and Y/n just gave him a mocking disgusted look.

"Who says it's about that? And I just know that that wasn't the last time and the first! Who knows how many girls on the campus you already fucked! Looking at you right now, you're really disgusting!" Y/n was half screaming, her face was already growing red and she can feel her face getting hot, her arms are on her side while her fists are hardened stone. She was expecting Ricky to slap her or scream at her back, but she heard a small laugh.

"Why are you laughing? Do you think I'm being funny right now!" Ricky can't believe it, how come asking to go shopping turn into this bad argument that started a month ago?

"Are you jealous?" He looks at her half-lidded, a small smirk plastered on his face as he looks at her down.

Y/n was shocked hearing that, it's as if her face was telling that she was nakedly exposed.

"What?" She responded quietly.

Ricky steps closer to her and she steps back the movement goes on repeat three times when Y/n hit the edge of the cushion falling on her butt. Ricky stares down at her, his smirk earlier was replaced by a sharp look, while Y/n stares up at him with widened eyes. Ricky finds her big doe eyes so cute, it heats him up. Now he can be honest, he doesn't find his feelings for his best friend platonically at all. Right now, he wants her for himself only.

"Y/n...do you like me?" He quietly said, putting his hands in his pocket.

"What?" She stayed with an empty mind for a moment, as if she couldn't process what Ricky had said. "Wha- what do you mean!" Y/n said with a half-nervous laugh. Ricky likes it when she's nervous like that, she's really cute, and since Y/n's always confident, mean, and spoiled, he likes this side of her.

Ricky crouches down looking up at her. "I said do you like me?" Ricky repeated.

"Why would I like you!" Y/n said that, but he can see the deep red on her ears and cheeks, so he just responded with a chuckle.

"Really? Then why do you sound so jealous mentioning the girls you assume I've fucked?" Y/n can only swallow in response, she doesn't have anything to say back.

"I--WHY ARE YOU EVEN ASKING ME THAT!? YOU'RE JUST SO DENSE YOU KNOW?! I--" She stopped for a second and suck a bunch of air and closed her eyes and open them again "I LIKED YOU SINCE GRADE SCHOOL, YOU'RE JUST SO DENSE AND WHEN I SEE YOU THROBBING YOUR ASS OFF WITH THAT GIRL I WAS REALLY HEARTBROKEN, AND NOW YOU'RE ASKING ME THAT? ARE YOU JUST OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Y/n didn't realize she was tearing up, and Ricky was surprised hearing that, to think he was the only one thinking this relationship was platonic is stupid of him.

Y/n huffs her breath waiting for his response but he just stared at her still surprised. But he advanced closer to her, holding her face while staring into her wide eyes, Ricky closes the gap between their lips, hers is so soft and fluffy, he can feel her face burn up, and seconds later, she finally relaxed and kissed him back, his kiss is so passionate, but that passion turns to something else when Ricky grabbed Y/n's waist closing the gap of their chest, his hands slowly goes downs when suddenly Yunjin opened the door and closing it again after seeing them for millisecond, and they were left laughing after, and Y/n's plan of shopping was fulfilled when Ricky decided that sometimes his usual is better when Y/n interrupts it.

(OMG!! my first fanfic that is not enha!)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀، ☆. 𝕘unwook &̲ 𝕛iwoong icons!

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aziy · 5 months

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CINNAMON ROLL

⸺ "Matthew é completamente apaixonado por rolinhos de canela, não é à toa que ele use melhor charme para fazer o namorado entender que pão é janta sim." ÚNICO: Sem rabanetes e cenoura, então?

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shen quanrui - enchanted 💌

all i could say is, “it was enchanting to meet you”

synopsis: during a time period where your kingdom was ruled by the royal family, the small lake hidden beyond the eyes of the chaotic atmosphere the royals had brought calmed your nerves, until a stranger took over your little hide out.

　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*　*･゜ﾟ･*

“mother, i’m heading out!” you pleaded as you walked to the barn where your horse, iridiana resided. helping her get out of her barn, you decided to bring a few refreshments and snacks for your daily picnic at the beautiful lake you discovered on your strolls near the forest close to your cottage. as the streets near the palace were way too crowded for your liking, it was a new breath of air sitting down at the lake where no one could bother you, not even your nagging mother.

as she says, “a lady should learn her duties at home, completing her chores and doing well academically. unlike you, always making trouble for yourself by coming home when the sun sets, being utterly useless”. but to me, i could care less about what others thought. going outside to see nature was my hobby.

“whatever” you sighed, hearing your mother yelling in the background to come back inside this instant. you packed your bags and grabbed a few carrots for iridiana and left the house, following the trail to your secret hideout. patting iridiana’s head, you quietly whispered to her.

“i guess it’s just you and i, iridiana. you’re the only friend i have.” she makes a happy noise as the sound of her feet trotting ends. looking up, the sparkling lake enticed your eyes as you admired how pleasant the scenery looked. jumping off iridiana, you held on to her leash as you both made your way to the spot you rested at. unfolding the fabric to sit on, you could sense a pair of eyes on you but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where they were coming from.

“who’s there?” you questioned, feeling a sense of dismay as the person ignored your concern. suddenly, the sound of someone walking towards you could be heard. you turned around and connected eyes with the most enchanting boy you’ve ever seen. his sparkling eyes stared at you ever so intensely, even though his features were as soft as a feather. his rose-tinted lips curved up into a smile as he took a glimpse of your shocked expression, covering his mouth as he gently smirked upon looking at your jaw dropping.

“pleasure to meet you, are you surprised seeing the crowned prince taking his morning wander? what’s with all the commotion, young lady.”

crowned prince? as you never paid attention to the royal family, you didn’t really know what the royals were like appearance wise, but you did know they were a bunch of rich, arrogant narcissists.

“oh your royal highness, if you don’t mind me asking, when on earth did i ask for a whole introduction? why would i be surprised running into a royal, you’re not that special.”leaving the crowned prince absolutely gagged with your rude response, you made your way towards iridiana, getting ready to go back home.

“come on, let’s go back to mother, shall we?” you requested, leaving the prince all alone as you were about to follow the trail back to your cottage. as you were almost ready to leave, the crowned prince opens his mouth and lets out a few words.

“wait, come back! i’m sorry, you don’t have to leave.”

i guess you did make a long journey to get here. sighing under your breath, you agreed to stay under the rules of which the prince would stop bothering you. sitting down, you took out the carrots and fed them to iridiana as a treat for helping you find this beautiful area. as you silently fed iridiana, the prince eyes you softly, secretly wanting to feed your horse as he had never been allowed near animals for safety purposes.

you rolled your eyes at him.

“come here, you can give her the last carrot, i suppose.”

his eyes lit up as he marched over and gently grabbed the last carrot from your hands, smiling widely as he brought it up to iridiana’s mouth. little did he know, your horse acted quite abrupt towards people she wasn’t familiar with. you couldn’t contain your laughter as iridiana leaped forward and tackled the young man, giving his ego a big smack in the face. to your surprise, the prince didn’t act nasty, but instead let out a laugh filled with amusement.

“are you alright?” you asked, feeling guilty that he got hurt due to your thoughts rushing over your head. helping the boy up, you decided to let him sit with you and offered him some of the food you had stored in your bag.

the prince sat down next to you as he moaned loudly in pain, grasping his chest.

“are you alright? do you want me to take you back home?”

seeing your eyes look at him that way made him burst out laughing, making you hit him playfully across the arm.

“hey, watch it! i could instantly send you to the chambers if i wanted to. remember, i’m the crowned prince and the future of our kingdom lays beyond my hands.” the prince spat, crossing his arms furiously.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. now would you like some of my snacks? take as much as you want, this is my way of saying sorry about before.”

you spread out all the items that you had, but the prince had his eyes one specific one. your strawberry shortcake. as fast as a lion, he reached towards the slice of cake and devoured it in seconds, looking at you with babydoll eyes as permission to consume the other piece. rolling your eyes, you decided to take a glance at the lake which was home to a few swans. you smiled as you took out your camera and started to photograph the beautiful things around you, starting with the swans.

“your highness, say cheese!”

“wait!”

with cake stuffed in his mouth, he smiled widely as there was still cream on his cheeks. seeing the prince enjoying his precious time off at this secluded lake was unimaginable. if i ever told anyone that i spent time with the prince, they would automatically think i’m lying.

“the view is beautiful, isn’t it? i used to come here all the time before i had to spend majority of my time at the palace. it’s nice to be here with you, i don’t have many friends that are willing to dirty themselves by making their way down here.” the prince quietly broke the ice wall between you two, sharing his personal experiences. for some reason, you felt bad for him. even though he had all of what you could wish for, he never got to experience freedom like you did.

you didn’t know why, but there was an instant connection between you two. spending the evening conversing with the prince, you found yourself completely lost in awe as you stared at his hazel eyes, focusing on the long, luscious lashes. everything about him was perfect.

“i’m gonna miss this place, my freedom is being taken away as my parents are planning to arrange a marriage with the kingdom neighbouring us, so we can unite as a nation. i’m not too keen about the idea, so i came here to ease my thoughts.”

seeing the prince share his vulnerable side with you made your heart ache, wishing you could find the right words to ease his pain.

the prince frowned, sending his gaze towards his hands. you intertwined your fingers into his, reassuring him that it was okay to feel this way and to speak to his parents about how he felt.

“i’ve only known you for a while, but i know that you have the strength to go up against your parents. if they’ve ever loved their son, why not let him choose a bride he loves?”

you averted your eyes and looked at him reassuringly, calming him down by rubbing your fingers across his.

for the rest of the day, you spent it with the mysterious prince, giggling and reminiscing your memories together. as you’ve never had friends before, having the prince here completely changed your perspective on having people you could open up to.

just as you both were getting lost in eachother’s presence, a carriage appears at the lake and a fine-looking man you presume would be his chauffeur walked outside, escorting the prince back inside the carriage, taking him to the castle in the city.

“your father is worried sick about you. your highness, please make your way towards the carriage before your father gets upset.” the chauffeur says.

you gently smile at the prince and turn back, leaving without saying goodbye. you knew it was wrong to befriend the prince, but why did he make your heart pound inside?

the prince tried to stop you, but it was too late. the bells for your kingdom had rang, which meant that it was past curfew.

as the prince sat in the carriage all the way back home, he couldn’t get you out of your mind. in fact, he fell in love with you at first glance. the way your lustrous hair flowed in the wind stuck onto the back of his mind. he was head over heals for you.

“if i had a choice on who i would spend the rest of my life with, it would be you” the prince chuckles, staring at the stars.

blushing all the way home, you made your way back into your room, flopping over your covers as you took out your camera, urging to stare at the photograph of the prince. let’s just say, this day with the prince would forever be a fairytale stuck to your heart. with him, you felt as if you were a princess.

as you ended your day with your diary entry, you knew exactly what to write.

“these were the words i held back, as i was leaving too soon.

i was enchanted to meet you. “

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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can I request zihao x slightly older reader (by a year or two) university au where the reader courts him instead because they know zihao reciprocates their feelings but is too shy to make a move? I don't mind if it's gender neutral or female reader. whatever you're comfortable with <3

Sunbaenim~

pairing: dance major wang zihao x film major sunbae reader

pronouns: none used

genre: university au on some crack (same verse as perils of asking) , fluff, humor

tw/tags: some pining, flirting, reader is older than zihao by a year, honorifics, etiquette, a lot of bowing, pray for zhang hao, chaos, kinda slow burn idk, zihao tries his best in korean, mentions of alcohol, cafe date, feeding each other, for plot purposes reader has lived in korea for a long time but you can pretend whether they're from there or moved from overseas!

wc: 3132

summary: you’re wondering why the cute boy from the dance studio hasn’t asked you out. well, guess you'll have to ask him first~

a/n thanks for requesting our underrated dance king wang zihao, man was really robbed of screentime. i kind of experiment with the first part, jumping between povs without any line breaks and then kinda gave up, idk if that worked well lol. zihao's language struggles are canon, literally same ~ also! i'm not an expert in korean hierarchy rules and dating culture, this is based on the fair bit of studying i did + dating experience + research so if anyone knows better, please feel free to point out any inaccuracies!

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He’s looking at you again.

You can see him from the corner where you set up your tripod. Practice is about to begin, dancers scattered across the studio all warming up and not minding you. (I mean, they’re not supposed to). Only him. You catch his eyes. His face flushes and he drops into a bow before falling back into his own stretches. But every so often, his eyes will flick back to you, usually too quick for you to catch them.

It’s almost a routine at this point, a silent ritual you share with the cute boy who dances so powerfully.

Maybe you’re biased but more often than not, you find yourself pointing your handheld camera in his direction. You’re not looking at him the way he looks at you. Rather, you watch through the screen, while you’re editing and cataloguing footage. He’s easy to watch.

Sometimes, while you’re packing up, you’ll hear a soft “sunbaenim?” You turn around and he’s standing there. His cheeks are still flushed from practice when he politely asks you for the videos you took of him. It’s not uncommon. You send the full practice videos you take to the dance teachers in exchange for them letting you film. But every so often, students will come up and ask if you have any closer footage of them, wanting to monitor themselves.

He never questions why the videos you send to him are so close up, almost always individually shot footage that has him in the centre of the frame. No, he just bows, thanks you again and leaves, shooting you once last backward glance before he walks out of the studio.

It’s not that Zihao doesn’t want to talk to you.

If anything, he’s wanted to talk to you ever since you started coming to his class. He still remembers the teacher introducing you as a film masters student and saying that you’ve been at the university longer than most of them, making you their sunbaenim. It was a respect thing, he understood. Similar etiquette around senior-junior relationships applied in China as well but he wasn’t as well adjusted to the nuances of the Korean rules

He only transferred about a year and a half ago when he was given the chance to finish his degree in this particularly prestigious program. While basic language skills got him through his mostly practical classes which a bunch of other international students like him were taking, social interactions were another challenge altogether.

“I don’t know what to do, ge.”

“Well you can always start by saying more than may I have the close up choreography videos, sunbaenim? Honestly, I teach you how to say one thing Zihao, and that’s all you can say.”

The younger boy pouts. Zhang Hao had been a literal lifesaver when he had transferred. And well, up until now. They had met at the foreign student society, the older boy had also been at the university for awhile, now studying a masters degree as well. And he spoke excellent Korean, Zihao’s favourite, albeit somewhat reluctant, teacher and translator.

“Ge! You know I can’t speak Korean when I get nervous.”

“You can Zihao, you’re just scared of messing up.”

“Exactly! I can’t mess up with them, ge, they might think I’m weird or something.”

“Zihao. They’ve literally caught you staring at them, multiple times. If they don’t find that weird, then I think you could literally say anything and they’ll just be happy that you’re trying to talk with them. And if they find it weird, then I don’t think you’ll need to understand Korean to get it.”

Zhang Hao made good points. Zihao kinda wished he didn’t.

Meanwhile, you’re in the middle of your own crisis.

“I just don’t get it,” you say as you comb through your footage. “We’ve had this thing going on for weeks. Why hasn’t he asked me out yet? Or you know, at least said something more than asking for the choreo videos? You know, maybe I’ve been reading all of this wrong, maybe he’s not into me at all. Maybe he’s just interested in cameras or something.”

Jiwoong hums. You’ve known each other for awhile, having started masters at the same time which made you colleagues even if he was two years your senior. He was an acting major, your classes often worked together.

“From what you’ve been telling me, I think the kid’s just shy, not uninterested.”

“You think?”

You’re editing yet another clip of him, the energy he exudes is just mesmerising. Once again, you’re not biased. The master’s thesis project you were working on centred around capturing the dynamics of body movement and that’s exactly what you were doing.

Jiwoong peeks over your shoulder.

“I think you should ask him out. Or you know, at least make the first move. You’re the sunbaenim after all.”

While he can be a little dumb, Kim Jiwoong makes good points sometimes. You kinda wish now wasn’t one of those times. But what the hell, you’ll give it a shot.

And if it goes to hell, then you’ll take a shot. Or twenty.

Maybe Zihao should have taken something to make the conversation he’s going to attempt to have easier.

No, he doesn’t mean alcohol, though a bit of liquid courage didn’t sound like a bad idea either. Maybe offering you a hot pack for the cold weather outside or even a little snack would be a nice gesture, start him off on the right foot to talk about something simple like the weather or if you’ve eaten.

Unfortunately, Zihao has neither of those things and therefore, no easy conversation starters. The only thing he has as he walks towards you after class is sheer determination and a voice at the back of his head that sounds vaguely like Zhang Hao telling him to go for it.

“Closeup choreography videos?” You ask before he does, metaphorically pulling the imaginary rug from under him. Whatever half-assed thing he was planning to say promptly disappears from his brain.

“Uh..uhm…yes!” Great, Zihao. Actually no, not great.

“Sunbaenim! Yes sunbaenim, thank you!” He adds belatedly, wincing as he bows in apology.

When he finally looks up, you don’t seem mad at him for forgetting the honorific. Rather,there’s a small smile on your face as you send him the videos.

“You dance really well by the way. I always have a fun time filming you.” You say as Zihao is about to thank you for the videos. Ah, there goes the rug again.

“I like your videos.” He manages. I like you. No Zihao, stop. “You do them very good.”

Yeah he definitely needs to work on his Korean. And on being less nervous, maybe, but he’s not sure if he can do anything about that.

“Oh thank you,” You smile even more and his heart really won’t stop jumping. “I hope so.”

He watches as you place the last of your filming equipment into the large bag you bring everytime you come to the studio. Ah, there’s an idea.

“Can I…” You look at him and really, why is he so nervous? “Do you need help with…?”

He gestures at the bag, the exact Korean words escaping him again.

“Oh my bag?”

“Yes! Your bag!....sunbaenim.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you say and Zihao feels his enthusiasm dampen just a little bit. You pause before saying:

“We should talk more. I can text you if that’s okay?”

It takes Zihao a few seconds to translate that and a few more for the meaning of it to sink in.

“Ah yes! It’s okay!”

Maybe he’s a little too enthusiastic now but you don’t seem to mind, the corners of your mouth quirking upward.

“Okay, please wait for my message. I’ll get going first, see you Zihao!”

He waves back and just like that, you’re gone and maybe Zihao’s smiling a little too much but he doesn’t care. He did it. He actually talked to you. And you want to text him which means you want to talk more. The dancer practically bounces out of the studio, reaching for his phone when another thought dawns on him.

Speaking a language was one thing. Texting was a whole other. What if you used abbreviations or slangs that he didn’t know? Are there rules? How long should he wait before replying back?

Zihao moves on auto-pilot, dialling the number and not even waiting for the other person to speak when the call picks up.

“Hao-ge!”

“Aiya, what do you want from me now?”

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“He looked so surprised when I complimented his dancing. I think he got nervous, the way he speaks is so cute. I wonder if I had that much trouble speaking when I first moved here. And he offered to carry my bag, I mean, how sweet is that? Like, I really thought he’d be weirded out when I asked if I could text him out of nowhere but he looked so happy about it….”

Jiwoong just keeps nodding as you ramble about the progress you’ve made with Zihao. Well, it’s one extended conversation but progress is progress. Your phone chimes and you literally stop everything you’re doing to open it. Your friend watches as your expression turns fond. You eagerly type back a response, send it and go back to your laptop, just a little more chipper than before if that’s even possible.

“So I take that everything is going well?”

“Mhmm, we’re hanging out after his next class where I’m scheduled to be filming. I asked if he wanted to get coffee at the cafe near his studio. My treat.”

“That sounds good, should I join as well?”

“Respectfully no, and even if you did, you should be paying for both of us as the eldest one.”

“Hmmph”

“Look, I know you think you’re cute but-”

“I know I’m cute. I mean come on, look at me.”

“Oh I’m looking and I’m not really seeing it, sorry.”

“Ah, I see how it is. I’m sorry I’m not a dancer with-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.”

Jiwoong finishes the sentence.

Zihao, on the other hand, is currently figuring out how to form a coherent sentence. Luckily he’s got help.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-”

“Matthew-ah, I love you but please don’t start.”

“Wait. So why are we gathered here today?”

Zhang Hao looked so done. No one was blaming him though. Zihao had bargained, begged and bribed the older boy for a crash course into the wonderful world that is Korean texting and well, dating etiquette. He did not want to mess this up.

And because Zhang Hao is an angel and loves him very much, Zihao is now in the capable hands of Seok Matthew, vice president of the foreign student society and Sung Hanbin, the university’s mr. popular because he’s literally friends with everyone. His Hao-ge graciously agreed to preside over their session as the designated Zihao translator. And Kuanjui was there for moral support. Actually, Zihao didn’t know why he was here but he’ll take what he can get.

“I asked Hao-hyung for help.” He said, the nerves returning when they all look at him. “And he called you to teach me how to..how to…”

He doesn’t even need to look at Zhang Hao for help before the older one smoothly takes over. Wow, he is an angel.

“Zihao wants to learn how texting works because he’s finally talking to the person that’s been making him go 심쿵 for weeks”

“Yes!” Zihao adds enthusiastically before pausing. “...what does 심쿵 mean?”

“Wah, you used to be like that Hao-hyung.”

“Excuse me, I was not.”

“Oh true, hyung never asked for help when he didn’t understand something. He just looked it up, went home and studied another hundred vocabulary.”

Zhang Hao had a lot of patience but Zihao’s pushed his limits enough to see when the older boy begins to contemplate murder.

“Thank you in advance for your help, sunbaenims!” He says loudly, dropping into a low bow.

Kuanjui whistles from the corner he was stretching in. Zihao almost forgot he was there.

“A little too low, Zihao, if you had straightened your back more, it would have been a perfect 90 degrees.”

“We’re the same age, Zihao-ssi.” Hanbin says kindly.

“Does vice president count as being his sunbaenim?” Matthew asks, now looking a little confused himself.

Zhang Hao just sighs very deeply.

Regardless, Zihao learned a lot that day. Sung Hanbin is a very good teacher and Matthew has a lot of helpful tips on what he can do if he forgets a Korean word. Zhang Hao patiently translates everything he wants to say. And Kuanjui teaches him how to do a perfect 90 degree bow because why not?

*심쿵 [sim-kung/shim-koong] - when your heart races because of something/someone you find exciting/thrilling/shocking

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Texting Zihao is fun.

He seems to favour using those cute little emojis especially when you know he’s trying to describe something that he can’t seem to remember the word for in Korean. His texting slang is surprisingly on point, though it interchanges with very formal speech. Not that it bothers you obviously, it’s quite endearing.

And before you know it, you’re on your way to the dance studio, a little more excited than usual since you’ll be hanging out with Zihao after. You fall into your usual routine. Greeting the teacher, choosing a corner, setting up your tripod as the students file in.

When he walks through the door, you give him a wave and he stops in his tracks. A pretty smile spreads across his face and he waves back before freezing and greeting the teacher and you with 90-degree bows. You stifle a laugh. Cute and respectful, literally everything you could want in a man.

Once class begins, you fall back into your roles. You’re professionals after all.

“Ready to go?” You ask when he approaches you after, still in the middle of putting away your equipment.

“Ah, one moment? I…” He falters and gestures at his bag and then himself. “I fix my…in the…”

“No worries, I’ll wait for you.” You figured he might need a few minutes to freshen up. He rushes off and you take your time packing everything up. You fix your hair in the studio mirror and reapply lip balm, not wanting them chapped especially in the winter wind. Maybe you’ve dressed up a little nicer than you usually do, wearing one of your favourite sweaters since the colour compliments your skin.

You hear his footsteps approaching the studio. When he walks in, it’s you who needs to take a few seconds. Somehow, he’s managed to change from the rolled up sweats and t-shirts that he usually wears to class into a white turtleneck, denim jacket and jeans. It’s very boyfriend. He’s even got glasses, white frames perched on his nose. While you don’t know if they actually help him see better, they’re definitely not doing anything to help your poor heart.

“You look nice, very handsome~” you add playfully because honesty is the best policy.

His cheeks flush and this time you know it isn’t from dancing.

“Ah, thank you sunbaenim.” You swear that he gives you a one-over before saying, “you too.”

At this point, you should probably tell him that it’s okay to speak to you more casually. Though it might be difficult, you know, as a foreigner to adjust from formal to casual speech. And there’s something about the way he says sunbaenim that you find so endearing so you let it be. Maybe after the next date.

“May I help you with your bag?” He offers, just like the last time although the line seems more practised now.

“Ah, no it’s okay, really.” You tell him as you both begin to walk out of the studio. “It’s not that I don’t want to but the equipment inside is quite fragile so I just like to hold it myself so I don’t worry.”

“I’ll be careful?” he offers tentatively, really, his smile is so precious.

“Maybe next time.” You say which seems to satisfy him.

Talking with Zihao is just as fun as texting him, if not more.

He’s a little awkward but he listens so attentively when you talk. The gestures he falls back on when he can’t find a word and the way his face lights up when you find it for him, asking to hear it again and repeating after you.

The cafe is cosy. You ask him for his order and pretend not to see or hear him when he tries to pay. But you let him bring the pastries to your table, sitting across him tucked away in a little corner with plush seats, your legs nearly touching. It’s quiet for a moment, he’s looking down at his fingers with a shy smile and you? Well you’re looking at him.

“Shall we eat?”

“Ah, sunbaenim should go first.”

Even though you insist it’s fine, he still waits for you to take a bite before he tucks into his food. It’s good. The lychee cake you chose is not too sweet, the cream light and fluffy and just right. The sound you make must have been louder than you thought because Zihao’s eyes flick up to you immediately.

“It’s really good,” you tell him. Then, a slightly risky idea pops into your head. You take the risk.

“Do you want to try some?”

You take a forkful and hold it up to him. He leans in without thinking, basically letting you feed him. The action must have clicked a moment later because he freezes mid-chew, looking at you with wide eyes as you giggle.

“It’s good right?”

He nods, swallowing. Then, he takes a forkful of his own pastry and offers it to you with another shy smile.

“Do you want to try, sunbaenim?” He parrots your words.

Now, it’s your turn to fluster, not expecting your actions to be returned so directly. Still, you lean him and let him feed you as well. Flavours burst in your mouth and you let yourself express it to him, giving a thumbs-up.

The rest of your date goes similarly. Almost too well, you think. It’s arguably one of the best dates you’ve been on since you started university but maybe you’re biased, who knows?

“Let’s see each other again, yeah?”

If Zihao’s smile can get any wider, it definitely does, he nods so fast you’re worried he might strain his own neck.

“I want to see sunbaenim again~” He says cutely.

Maybe it’s a little too soon but you’re already thinking of confessing the feelings you both know are there next time. Maybe you’ll even try and hold his hand. Regardless, there’s no ending in this film where Wang Zihao doesn’t become your boyfriend.

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jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: smut, threesome, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)

this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end

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The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, you’d have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment – away from all the members. But you’d insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns.

While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also “made plans” to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

But how mad would Matthew be when you’re practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And he’s benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room.

Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. He’s left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you don’t, you’re a good girl after all. However it’s becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked.

“Jiwoong, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, he’s stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and you’re biting your lip so hard he thinks you’ll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesn’t do anything. Casually sipping his coffee “like I said, babe. If you want to be touched, you’re going to have to ask Matthew.”

And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthew’s room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoong’s room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.

“Mattchu-ah, I know you’ve been watching it’s okay, you don’t need to hide.”

Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. He’s never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules.

“She’s requested you, and since you’re too scared to make a move – I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.” Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoong’s revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didn’t know he was being dead serious.

He pushes the coffee aside, “first, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, you’ll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if you’ll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things you’re uncomfortable with?” Jiwoong asks nonchalantly.

Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasn’t sure if this is a decision he should be making at all.

“Matthew, if you want in, you’re gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise I’m more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.” Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly – catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him “Matt, please. It hurts…”

With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye “okay understood, daffodil I got it.” Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room.

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Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face.

“Poor baby, I’m proud of you for holding off for so long”. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Matthew’s here baby, he wants to help you.”

That was Matthew’s cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod – gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this – he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.

Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.

“Matt, please. Please please please” is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are – Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.

“Waited so long to touch you, so I’ll take my time.” You didn’t know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as you’re told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthew’s eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. You’re drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldn’t resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.

He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you don’t register the change in position until you feel Matthew’s hot tongue on your clit.

The first few licks, gentle. He’s testing how you’ll react. You’re whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting “please” like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.

From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."

You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time – "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthew’s chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm.

Matthew’s fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, “Y/n can you take more or are you done for the night?” Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthew’s flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.

You look down and find Matthew’s tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that you’re the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and he’s surprised too. While Matthew isn’t longer in length, he’s definitely girthier than what you’re used to. “Sir you’ve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.” You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. “F-fuck, y/n” he hisses.

“Cmon baby, you’re the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, that’s the best you can do?” Jiwoong taunts. He’s right, you can do so much better. You didn’t plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him – taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need.

“Y/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain – you’ll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that you’ll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows you’re trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows that’s your boundary.

Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and that’s enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you –wanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, “Oh my god, do that again.”

Then, Matthew remembers he’s not the only other person in the room. “Jiwoon hyung, you’re not going to join?”. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, you’re on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face – stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time.

“Kiss me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying “only good girls get kisses”. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. “You’ll take what daddy gives you” as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow.

“Thank you daddy” you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.

It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. “Faster Matthew, she can take it” Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoong’s length.

Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows you’re close. “Baby, are you gonna cum?” he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoong’s length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. That’s when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. “Shit. fuck.” he curses under his breath. Matthew’s body limps as he rests against the headboard.

With that, Jiwoong calls it off. “Aww, looks like play time’s over for both of you” Jiwoong states.

Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. “Wait, but you’re still hard, let me make you feel good daddy” you protest, but he’s stern when he looks at you. “I said, play time’s over, princess.”

Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. You’re mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain “but I didn’t get to cum for a second time...” Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, “I said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, he’s in no position to help”.

He’s right by the way, Matthew looks spent. You’re used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthew’s endurance isn’t as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and he’s off to the shower.

You’re left naked on Jiwoong’s bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasn’t said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. You’ve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoong’s close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would.

He’s wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask “is something wrong, Jiwoong?”. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit “I think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldn’t stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...” he trails off. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, “well thank you for thinking of me, but you didn’t need to push through with it if you weren’t comfortable with it, woong.”

“I know, I know. I just thought I wouldn’t be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.” Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesn’t.

“Let’s talk about it some other time, woong. I think we’re both tired.” He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile.

“For the record Jiwoong, you don’t have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.” He’s slightly surprised, and he’s hoping that his happiness doesn’t show too much as presses his lips against yours again – but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.

Jiwoong’s bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time.

So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all.

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PART 1 HERE

A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way

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