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minhoskofi · 3 months

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pairing: bestfriend!byounggon x bestfriend!fem!reader genre: non-idol!au, smut (minors dni!), some fluff warnings: grinding, teasing, edging, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, “baby”, "love", choking, unprotected sex, begging, use of "fuck", marking (hickeys) word count: 3.2k

As the evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Byounggon's cozy flat, you slumped onto his couch, clutching a tub of ice cream like it was your lifeline.

Byounggon, your ever-reliable best friend, observed your disheveled appearance with a mixture of sympathy and exasperation.

"Again?" he murmured, shaking his head as he handed you a tissue to wipe away your tears.

You chuckled humorlessly, your voice muffled by the ice cream. "Yeah, again. I swear I have the worst taste in men."

Byounggon's eyes softened as he watched you devour the ice cream, a pang of protectiveness swelling in his chest. He had seen you go through countless heartbreaks, each time picking up the pieces of your shattered heart with unwavering resilience. And each time, he wished he could shield you from the pain.

"Maybe it's time for a change of scenery," he suggested, a spark of spontaneity igniting in his eyes. "How about we escape for a while? Just you and me, away from all this mess."

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. "Are you suggesting a getaway or a pity party?"

Byounggon grinned, his dimples deepening. "A little bit of both, maybe. But mostly a chance for you to recharge and have some fun."

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the thought of spending time with Byounggon.

"Alright, you're on," you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips. "But you're paying for everything, got it?"

Byounggon rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course. Consider this my treat for having to put up with your ugly crying face all these years."

You swatted his arm playfully, unable to suppress your laughter at his teasing. "Come here," you ordered, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“Come where?”

You savored the last spoonful of ice cream, letting out a contented sigh as you set the empty tub aside. You patted the empty space next to you on the couch. “Here. Cuddles. Now.”

A faint blush crept onto Byounggon's cheeks, his heart fluttering nervously at your request. Lately, he couldn't deny the growing… warmth he felt whenever he was close to you, the way his heart seemed to skip a beat whenever your laughter filled the room.

"So clingy," he retorted, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions swirling within him as he settled onto the couch beside you.

You snuggled up against him, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you tentatively, the scent of your hair filling his senses. His heart hammered in his chest as he resisted the urge to bury his face in the crook of your neck, to hold you close and never let go.

As you drifted off to sleep in his comforting embrace, Byounggon watched over you with an unusual tenderness. He couldn't tear his gaze away from your peaceful face, illuminated by the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the window.

But as time passed, he began to feel the uncomfortable numbness creeping into his arm. Despite his reluctance to disturb your rest, he knew he couldn't bear it much longer.

He eased himself out from beneath you and gently scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he made his way to his bedroom.

Laying you down on the bed with the utmost care, he tucked the blankets around you snugly, ensuring you were comfortable before tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face.

As you stepped into the luxurious lobby of the hotel, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of its opulent beauty. “You can’t possibly afford this,” you breathed, turning to Byounggon with wide eyes.

“Already did,” he bit back.

As you approached the reception desk to check in, the hotel staff greeted you warmly… and then apologized profusely.

Shit.

They explained that there had been a mix-up with the reservations. The last double bed room had been already booked, and they were left with only one room available, with a shared bed.

A surprise for no one.

You exchanged a hesitant glance with Byounggon, unsure of how to proceed. “I told you to book beforehand.”

Sharing a bed with your best friend shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Byounggon, ever the picture of composure, simply shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Looks like we're bunking together, partner. Hope you don't snore."

As the first light of dawn filtered through the hotel room’s curtains, you found yourself stirring from a fitful sleep.

Your limbs were tangled in the blankets.

A distinct lack of warmth enveloping you.

With a groan, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and turned to Byounggon, who was blissfully unaware of your growing irritation as he slept soundly beside you.

"Seriously, Gon?" you grumbled, poking him gently in the side. "You moved so much last night, I swear, I felt like I was in the middle of a wrestling match."

Byounggon let out a soft snore in response, his arm flopping lazily onto your side of the bed, effectively stealing even more of the blankets in the process. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, tugging futilely at the fabric in an attempt to reclaim your share.

"And don't even get me started on the snoring," you continued, "I could've just rented you out as a white noise machine."

Byounggon let out a snort in his sleep, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shifted slightly, sending a sharp jab of pain shooting through your side where he had inadvertently elbowed you.

"Ow!" you exclaimed, shooting him a mock accusatory glare. "Are you doing this on purpose now?"

He was completely unfazed by your complaints.

With a huff of frustration, you grabbed your pillow and began to mercilessly pummel him with it, determined to rouse him from his deep sleep.

"Lee Byounggon! Wake! The fuck! Up!" you exclaimed, landing a harder blow with the pillow. "I can't take it anymore! You're snoring like a chainsaw, stole all the blankets, and now I'm starving!"

Byounggon stirred groggily, blinking owlishly, "Huh? What's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm hungry!" you whined, launching another assault with the pillow for good measure. "And I can't sleep with all your tossing and turning. It's like trying to sleep on a roller coaster!"

Byounggon let out a sheepish chuckle, finally fully awake as he sat up in bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. "Sorry about that."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His hair tousled from sleep and eyes still heavy with drowsiness, he looked effortlessly adorable and undeniably attractive at the same time. The sight caused a flutter in your chest, and you couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Snorting softly, you quickly tried to compose yourself, mentally chiding your traitorous heart for its sudden fluttering. You busied yourself with the excuse of fixing his hair, reaching out to gently run your fingers through the unruly locks, attempting to smooth them down.

"Uh, your hair's a bit of a mess," you mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant despite the warmth spreading across your cheeks. "Let me fix it for you."

“You're one to talk. You look like you just rolled out of bed yourself."

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, though the teasing glint in his eyes only served to deepen your blush. "At least I'm not the one who snores like a bear."

Byounggon chuckled, leaning into your touch as you continued to smooth down his hair. "Fair."

As you sat at the edge of the hotel’s pool, dipping your toes into the cool water, a sense of tranquility washed over you.

Beside you, Byounggon crouched down, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in close. "Hey, I've been meaning to tell you something," he teased.

You raised an eyebrow, curious as to what he had up his sleeve. But before you could respond, he pushed you into the water with a playful shove, sending you splashing into the pool with a yelp of surprise.

Determined to get back at him, you didn't immediately swim to the surface but watched as Byounggon treaded water, clearly worried that he had gone too far.

After a few seconds, he dove into the water, swimming towards you with a serious expression.

He grabbed you from underwater, pulling you into a tight embrace and wrapping your legs around his waist. "For fuck’s sake, don't scare me like that, you idiot," he scolded gently, his voice soft with concern. "I thought I hurt you.”

You felt his heart racing against your chest as he scolded you.

The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin as you pressed closer to him. And as you found yourself between him and the pool’s walls, his body pressed close against yours, you couldn't ignore the sudden awareness of the closeness between you.

The way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the feel of his wet skin against yours, the way his arms held you securely - it all sent a shiver down your spine.

As you returned to the hotel room, the exhaustion of all the swimming settled in, and you couldn't help but feel the overwhelming urge to just collapse onto the bed and succumb to the pull of sleep.

"Hell, no. Be for real now," Byounggon was towel-drying his hair as he paced back and forth in the room before plopping on the bed. "We can't just waste the day sleeping! There's so much to see and do - waterfalls, hiking trails, beautiful beaches. We can't miss out on all of that!"

You let out an exasperated sigh, flopping onto the bed with a tired groan. "But I'm exhausted. I feel like I could sleep for a week. And besides, isn't the whole point of a vacation to relax and recharge?"

You continued to bicker back and forth, each stubbornly clinging to your own viewpoint, until you couldn't take it anymore.

Straddling Byounggon, you leaned in close, trying to persuade him with your most convincing arguments.

"Come on, Goni," you pleaded, your hands resting on his shoulders as you looked into his eyes with determination. "Let's just stay in for now, order some room service, and go for dinner later. We can explore tomorrow when we're feeling more refreshed."

But as you spoke, you failed to notice the shift in his demeanor - the way his breath hitched slightly, the way his eyes darkened with lust. And as you leaned in closer, trying to sway him with the warmth of your proximity, Byounggon's hands found their way to your hips, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Byounggon couldn't help but stare at you. He had always found you beautiful, but he had never told you that. He didn't want to risk ruining the friendship. But seeing you on top of him like this, talking about your vacation plans and whatnot - it was too much for him to handle.

He tried to focus on whatever you were saying, but his mind was elsewhere. Down in his pants, to be exact, where he was getting extremely turned on by the feeling of your body pressed against his.

As you continued to ramble on, Byounggon's thoughts were consumed with images of the things he wished he’d do to you.

Running his hands through your hair.

Kissing your lips.

Holding you close.

Fucking you silly.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. “No, not really, no. I’ve told you not to do this”, he replied, his voice slightly strained.

You raised an eyebrow, confused “Do what? What's wrong? You’re being weird,” you asked, concern evident in your voice.

Byounggon took a deep breath and decided to take a chance.

He gently grabbed your hips,

“This…”,

then pressed you hard against his growing erection,

“is what's wrong." his voice was lower than what you were used to.

"You've been sitting on top of me for the past few minutes and I can't focus on anything but this,” he confessed, looking into your eyes.

Your eyes widened in shock as you felt his hard member pressing against you.

You had never noticed how much your own best friend turned you on, or you him.

After a moment of silence, Byounggon broke the tension, “I know. I shouldn't have done tha-”

You shushed him, placing a finger on his lips, “It's fine. We're both adults. And besides, i-it's just a natural reaction.”

You couldn't believe what you were saying, but the way your body was responding to his touch was too much to ignore. So, you did a test roll of your hips against his lap, causing him to suck in a breath.

“Don’t play with me.”, he warned.

But you kept grinding against him, feeling the heat building between you. Byounggon's hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in closer. Your heart raced as you felt his breath on your lips, the anticipation almost unbearable.

You parted your lips slightly, inviting him to close the distance, but he hesitated.

You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between desire and the fear of crossing a line with his best friend.

But you weren't about to let him pull away. You leaned in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his, silently urging him to take the leap.

"Goni," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Don't overthink. Just go for it."

He hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all he found was a fierce determination, a longing that mirrored his own.

And then, finally, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a hesitant but passionate kiss.

It was intoxicating, filled with years of pent-up feelings and passion. You couldn't control the moan that escaped from your mouth as you ground your hips against Byounggon's, causing him to grip your waist tightly.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed wet ones along his jawline, your hands moving eagerly to rid him of his shirt, fingers tracing the contours of his chest. You tugged at the fabric, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside, your own following it soon after.

Feeling emboldened, Byounggon leaned back, pulling you onto his chest as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

His hands roamed over your body, sending more shivers down your spine. You arched your back, unable to get enough of him as you pressed your body against his, feeling every inch of his skin.

You slipped a hand under Byounggon's waistband, your fingers grazing his throbbing length.

Byounggon pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I want it. And I'm sure,” you replied, your hand now firmly gripping him.

That was all the confirmation Byounggon needed. He flipped you on your back, moving lower, biting and sucking on the skin of your neck, leaving marks, pressing kisses along your collarbone before reaching your breasts.

He looked up at you. A lustful spark in his eyes. Then took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing, causing you to arch your back, letting out a soft moan.

Your hips bucked against his hand as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties, flicking his fingers over your clit.

Your moans grew louder as Byounggon removed them and spread your legs apart. He took a moment to admire you before leaning down and lightly licking your slit.

Your fingers tightened in his hair as he continued to tease with his tongue.

But he wasn't satisfied with just teasing you. He wanted to taste you. Fully.

He slipped his tongue inside, lapping up your wetness and causing you to let out a strangled cry. He moved his tongue in circles, teasing your walls before flicking over your sensitive spot.

You gripped at the sheets, your body writhing with pleasure. Byounggon's mouth was working wonders on you, and you could feel your orgasm building. But before you could let go, Byounggon pulled away, earning a frustrated whimper from you.

He climbed up your body, hovering over you with a smirk. “You taste so good,” he whispered before capturing your lips in a rough kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only turned you on more.

He positioned himself up at your entrance. Teasing was, apparently, his thing. He slid only the head of his cock in and out, watching your reactions.

You moaned in frustration, “Please, just fuck me already.”

But he continued to slide just the tip in and out, watching as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, “And if I just continue teasing you like this?”

"Fuck, please, for fuck's sake!" you breathed, craving him like your lungs craved oxygen.

After what seemed like an eternity, Byounggon finally pushed himself inside you, filling you completely. You both let out a moan, as he slowly moved in and out, savoring just how tight and wet you were for him.

He couldn't resist teasing you a little more, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. Your moans grew louder with each thrust, nails digging into Byounggon's back.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he picked up the pace and pounded into you, thrusting in and out with a force that made you gasp.

He pulled back before plunging back in, setting a fast and rough pace. And as your moans filled the room, Byounggon couldn't resist wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you just enough to bring you to the edge again.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” You cried out as you reached your peak, your walls clenching around him.

“I’m not intending on stopping, love.”

He continued to pound into you, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.Your legs were shaking and your voice had turned hoarse from screaming, but you really didn't want him to stop. You wanted more.

“Please,” you begged, your voice barely audible.

He lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper, spreading you wider, plunging back inside. Harder.

“You want more, baby?” Byounggon growled, his hips slamming against yours with each thrust. "Hm?"

You only nodded, your head spinning from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his hand reaching between your legs to rub your sensitive clit. Your moans were muffled by his mouth.

Byounggon could feel you getting close again and he wasn't far behind. He quickened his pace, his own moans joining yours. Your body tensed and you screamed out his name as you came, your walls milking him for all he was worth.

He collapsed on top of you, panting and covered in sweat. Byounggon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing your forehead.

“Best friends. Right?” Byounggon whispered with a smile.

“Oh, fuck you, Gon!” you laughed.

“Bet I did.”

a/n: this fanfic is purely fictional and solely for fun. the character(s) mentioned do not represent in any form or way the celebrity/ies, but merely using their name(s) and appearance! do not translate or repost. all rights reserved /© minhoskofi/

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sluttyeosang · 5 months

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sluttyeosang » cix masterlist

_______________ » [✰] - smut [✮] - fluff [✬] - angst _______________

» lee byounggon (이병곤) - TBA _______________

» kim seunghun (김승훈) - TBA _______________

» kim yonghee (김용회) - TBA _______________

» bae jinyoung (배진영) - TBA _______________

» yoon hyunsuk (윤현석) - TBA _______________ » multiple members - TBA

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hard hours archive - TBA _______________

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monatice · 7 months

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Different Adventures - Lee Byounggon

Summary: You just said goodbye to your best friend who was on her way to China, a trip you had planned for over three years. However, for a very good reason, she is on her way there without you. It seems that nothing could cheer you up, at least that's how it looked until the person stood in front of you, that had always been able to cheer you up.

You never had it easy when it comes to travelling. Bus rides made you sick, no matter where you sat – front row, last row, it simply didn’t matter. After a few minutes, you felt sick and wish you could leave. Which made it hard for you to travel on a budget. Even cars were not possible unless you were driving on your own. But you had no car yet because it was expensive, and you were still saving up some money.

Train rides were alright unless you were going backwards. Then you would get sick as well. Not as bad as it would be with a bus or car, however, it was still uncomfortable, and you would not be able to eat anything. You were hoping that flying would be for you. That perhaps, it would not be as bad, as driving and everything would be perfect.

Nevertheless, this was not the case. After so many years of wanting to fly, you made a one-hour test flight. The shortest flight you could find, and it was hell. As soon as you started you just grabbed your pillow and were trying to stay calm. Your breathing was out of control, and sooner or later you were throwing up. Which means you were only left with the car. But that also meant that many dreams you had of seeing the world was gone. The dream of going to Japan, South Korea and China did burst like a bubble. You were not sad about it because you were not thinking about it much.

Except when you send your best friend off to China, the trip you originally planned to have together. Now your best friend was on her way to China, while you were standing at the bridge overlooking the river and the airport seen in the distance. Those were the times when you wished you were different and able to do all those things others could do. You even shared a small tear when you saw another aeroplane start in the distance, knowing people were sitting inside, experiencing one adventure after another. While you were stuck in your city, on your continent.

Suddenly a man approached you and asked for your number, which you declined and turned back to the water. However, the man did not take the no. You turned annoyingly to the man and told him once again that you were not interested. As he still didn’t get the answer, you were just about to get louder when a man with a cap and sunglasses approached you, pushing the man away from you. The two men stared at each other.

“Sorry, didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” the old man said.

“Well, she does, so now leave her alone,” a very familiar voice said. But you couldn’t really put the voice to where you know it from.

As the man with the cap turned to you, he removed his sunglasses and you realised from where you know the voice. It was Lee Byounggon from CIX, your absolute favourite band. And he must know you know him because you were wearing a self-made CIX denim jacket which he must have seen.

You smiled “Thank you so much. I am not really in the mood to deal with those men today.”

Byounggon smiled. “I saw that. You were looking at the river a long time and even shared a tear.” He looked at you a bit worried. “It was why I originally approached you.”

You looked at him. “You saw the jacket huh.”

And he nodded. “Do you want to share why you are standing here in the cold, looking at the river and the aeroplanes?” He stood next to you, leaning his arms on the bridge.

You joined him and for some reason, you really just wanted to share. “I said goodbye to my best friend who is on her way to China today. A trip we originally planned to have together. However, I cannot fly. I get extremely sick, and just panic as soon as I see an aeroplane nearby.” You explained.

Byounggon looked over to you. “I am sorry to hear that. You seem to be a person who wants to travel and see the world.” You nodded.

“My friend also has that. He also feels extremely sad that it’s for him like that. I always take a lot of photos and give them to him as a photobook” he explained.

You smiled. “My best friend does the same. And I really don’t mind, most of the time. But I think it’s different to see the culture in real and it just hits me.” You looked over to Byounggon and he looked at you as if he just had an idea.

He held his hand towards you and you looked confused. “Do you trust me?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“Give me your hand, if you do.” He grinned.

You chuckled and gave him your hand. He puts down his sunglasses and walks with you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” You asked but he shook his head.

“You’ll see”

After a short walk, you arrived at a park, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. Cherry trees were blooming brightly, and there was a market going on. And not just any market. It was a Chinese market underneath all those cherry trees.

Byounggon turned around to you, removing his sunglasses and smiled “You don’t have to fly to China to experience the culture. Sometimes the culture comes to you.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. You walked with him towards the market, not knowing you were still holding his hand. For everyone else, you must look like a couple.

Suddenly it hits you. “Don’t you have a schedule?” You turned to him.

He laughed and shook his head. “I have a day off today. So, I can totally spend this day with this special FIX.” Byounggon smiled.

“Special FIX?” You grinned, knowing this man was flirting with you.

“Yes, so let’s enjoy Chinese culture?” He got a little less confident. You smiled and instead of letting go of his hand, you cuddled on the arm that was holding your hand. He smiled and walked together with you over the market. You tried many different foods, and even though he wanted to pay for most of the things, you didn’t let him.

After you walked over to the market and left it with one hanfu, and a few Chinese candies, your sadness was gone. Your idol didn’t just manage to lift your mood with music like he used to do but this time also with his time.

“Thank you, Byounggon. This was so special for me, not only because you brought me China closer than I ever will be. But you also spend time with me, which makes me feel like a special FIX indeed.”

Byounggon smiled. “Like I said you are. And, if I may say it, I really want to stay in touch with you. I really enjoyed this day with you. And before you say anything, I will fly to you to stay in touch. You don’t have to. Plus, I can show my culture to you here as well.” He grinned.

You smiled and felt your cheeks heat up a little.

“So, can I have your number?” Byounggon asked you, a lot more shyly than before.

You took out your phone and held it the QR Code of your Kakao talk to him. He grinned and took out his phone to scan it. After that, you add each other and exchange numbers as well.

“Thank you again,” you said while walking leaning on his arm towards your apartment. “You’re welcome.” He smiled, walking slowly along the river with you, to bring you safely home.

CIX Masterlist

#kbookshelf #lee byounggon #lee byounggon x reader #bx #bx x reader #cix #cix imagines #monatice creation

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hyunbaes · 1 year

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[1:27am]

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while you were up studying, you heard light snores coming from behind you indicating that your boyfriend, byounggon, had fallen asleep way before you could finish studying. you smiled at him, content that he fell asleep so comfortably. you walk over to him to cover him with a blanket but he grabs your wrist before you could go back to your desk to continue studying. “stay” he says with a lazy smile and eyes that hold nothing but love for you. you lightly chuckle, not understanding how your sleepy boyfriend could be any cuter than he is. you have no choice but to give in to him. he covers you both with the warmest of blankets and off to sleep you two go.

#cix #cix fluff #cix byounggon #lee byounggon #byounggon #cix bx #bx fluff #bx #byounggon fluff #cix scenarios #cix timestamps #bx imagines #byounggon scenarios

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blossominghunnie · 2 years

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I desperately need more cix imagines & fics, like I think I literally read them all. 😩

And also fix moots, I need to fangirl about them with someone. 🥺

#cix #bx #lee byounggon #seunghun #kim seunghun #yonghee #kim yonghee #jinyoung #bae jinyoung #hyunsuk #yoon hyunsuk #fanfics #imagines #fix #fix moots

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yong-jelly · 2 years

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·˚ ༘ masterlist

🍮 - fluff

🍨 - smut

🥛 - angst

·˚ ༘ whole group

[headcanon] CIX AS LOVE LANGUAGES 🍮

[headcanon] HOW CIX WOULD EAT YOU OUT 🍨

[headcanon] PET NAMES THEY WOULD CALL THEIR S/O 🍮

[headcanon] CUTE THINGS THEY DO AS YOUR BOYFRIEND 🍮

[headcanon/drabble] MAKING OUT WITH CIX 🍨

[headcanon] HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP WITH CIX 🍮/slight 🥛

[mlt] MLT FWB mild 🍨

➩ bx | lee byounggon

[imagine] ALL ALONG 🍮

[imagine/drabble] SLEEPING IN 🍮

➩ kim seunghun

[imagine] COLD 🍮

[drabble] 🍮

➩ kim yonghee

[headcanon] NEWLYWED YONGHEE 🍮

[drabble] 🍮

➩ bae jinyoung

[headcanon] KISSES WITH BAE JINYOUNG 🍮/ slight 🍨

[drabble] 🍮

➩ yoon hyunsuk

[imagine] ESSAY mild 🍨/🍮

[imagine] DON'T LOOK DOWN 🍮

[nsfw a-z] 🍨

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cixtz · 4 years

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a/n: okay so idk why but this was lowkey a struggle for me haha. i hope i got the song right, i’m assuming you meant counting stars by onerepublic. warning: this ones rough and really short and im just really sorry anon :(

song: counting stars by onerepublic

"lately i been, i been losing sleep dreaming about the things that we could be"

[02:08] it was a simple night with your boyfriend. you two were watching a movie on the couch together since neither of you could fall asleep. late nights like these sometimes got your mind wandering to deep topics. things like your future: would bx be in it? will you get married eventually? you sure hoped so.

"babe, what's on that pretty mind of yours?" bx said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"nothing, just thinking about the future. i hope we're together for a long time," you said, looking into his eyes sincerely. he gave you his signature eye smile.

"well, i'm planning to marry you one day, so we better be together for a long time," he said, which made you both giggle.

these times really were your most cherished moments.

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golchaworld · 4 years

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Panacea | L.BG (Part II)

➳ pairing: lee byounggon x fem!reader, ft. cix ensemble

➳ genre: organized crime!au, action, occasional fluff

➳ word count: ~2.9k

➳ warnings: cursing, mild violence, mentions of non-descriptive gore, mentions of death/killing, glorification of crime

➳ summary: The plan is always the hardest part.

A/N: This took me forever and a half to write! And the funny thing is this is mostly just filler!! It’s a lot of insight into the members’ and reader’s relationships and tendencies. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Part One

panacea (noun): a solution or remedy for all difficulties

All of Jinyoung’s plans start out with observations. He becomes hellbent on knowing every single detail, every mechanism and inner working, before making his next move. Jinyoung always likes to hit where it hurts, and he finds observation a crucial factor in that.

It starts with him dropping sticky notes on your desk. Most of them are mundane observations, like the fact that Kim Jaeyong eats lunch at 12:43pm every single day, or the fact that he keeps the temperature warmer in his personal office than the rest of the office.

But eventually, they become more detailed, useful. Jinyoung notes that Kim Jaeyong walks with a slight hitch in his step, leaning over to his right side, likely the result of a hip injury when he was a teenager. Jinyoung also informs you that Kim Jaeyong only keeps one weapon in his office, a Beretta M9, with plenty of ammo in the bottom drawer of his file cabinets.

As the notes pile up day by day, your shredder becomes fuller and fuller. It’s better for all of you to keep them as mental notes anyways.

The six of you don’t get a chance to discuss the notes until the following Friday, piling into Seunghun and Byounggon’s shared apartment as usual. This time, instead of hard liquor and the ever present taste of murder in your mouths, there’s only the bitter taste of determination.

“I don’t know why I needed to know the exact minute that the boss eats lunch, Jinyoung. Why did you even send that to us?” Hyunsuk’s voice is whiny, worn out from using his customer service voice for the entire week.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, throwing a chicken bone that just barely misses Hyunsuk’s cheek. “It’s so we know when he’s not busy. People are almost always relaxed over a meal. I think that’s our best time to strike.”

Byounggon snorts, chest rumbling under your head. How the two of you ended up cuddled up on the couch while everyone else is sprawled across the floor is beyond you. You imagine it was under the pretense of you being “tired.” All you know is that you definitely don’t mind it.

“What do you mean ‘strike?’”

“Well I mean, we have to kill him. I think that’s pretty obvious.”

Even with the steady tone of Jinyoung’s voice, you know he’s still being cautious. Although Yonghee just looks over at him with big, inquisitive eyes, you imagine it must hurt. It would always hurt to see your best friends plotting to kill your father. It must hurt even more when you’re taking part in such plotting.

“There isn’t another way?” Seunghun’s voice is calm and even, standing strong in the silence of the apartment. “Like can’t we just force him to leave and never come back or something?”

“It’s us or him.”

Yonghee’s voice causes a knot to wrangle its way into your stomach. His words are clear, even though they waver with a hint of fear. There’s something else there, maybe sadness, grief. It mixes in smoothly with the deep tone of Yonghee’s voice.

“If we don’t kill him,” Yonghee explains further. “He will kill us. No hesitation. Killing him is really our only option.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Byounggon asks softly, as if not to frighten a cornered animal.

Emotion swims in the dark irises of Yonghee’s eyes. Having been the “quiet nerdy kid” growing up, Yonghee has never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. His father had taught him that emotion was weakness, and would always be used against him. It was only around his five best friends did he ever let his walls down.

Yonghee sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair. Somehow, it falls flawlessly back into place. It’s amazing how even under the stress of plotting to kill his father, Yonghee manages to look like a supermodel.

“Even if I’m not okay with it, it’s what we have to do. So let’s stop mulling it over and just do something about it.”

The corner of Jinyoung’s mouth twitches up in a smirk, accompanying the sadism flaring in his eyes. “Then let’s get started.”

. . .

The first thing you notice the next morning is that you’re not in your own bed.

You sit up, quickly take account of your surroundings and rush through the possible places where you could have ended up. All of your clothes are on and intact, which is a good sign. You search the room, panicked, until your eyes land on a familiar picture in a navy blue frame. You sigh in relief; it’s only Byounggon’s room.

The framed picture on the nightstand is quite cute, and you find yourself smiling at the six faces that stare back at you. It was taken at the boardwalk the summer before your senior year of high school. You’re all grinning from ear to ear, each holding various cliche items from cotton candy to plushies won at game stands. Byounggon’s arm is slung around your waist.

You remember that you even loved him then.

The picture has you continuing to smile, even as the room owner enters. Byounggon lacks a shirt, only clad in sweatpants slung low on his hips. Even though it’s his typical Saturday outfit, you find your mouth watering nonetheless.

“Sleep well?” He asks, voice gruff from sleep.

You nod slowly. “Yeah, but when did I fall asleep? Like I remember Jinyoung outlining the plan and then next thing I know, I’m waking up here. I wasn’t even drinking!”

You punctuate your statement with a frown, which causes Byounggon to smile, dimples indenting his rounded cheeks.

“You fell asleep while Jinyoung was talking, genius.” Byounggon takes a seat at the foot of the bed. “Seunghun and I just brought you back here so you could get proper sleep.”

A yawn takes over your features, prompting you to stretch your arms above your head. Byounggon giggles.

“Did you guys finish coming up with a plan?”

Byounggon’s expression sours at the question. He looks down to the sheets of the bed before meeting your eyes. His eyes are hard set, determined, but are also laced with a lingering air of sadness.

“We’re still mulling over some details, but um, Y/N?” He places a hand on top of yours on the cover, curling his fingers around yours. “We’re going to have to kill a lot of people. It’s like we’re going to war. A war against our own.”

You turn your hand over so that you’re palm to palm with Byounggon. In his eyes, there’s still the brooding boy that refused to talk to you when you were introduced at age seven. There’s still the boy who was scared of the monkey bars until he was twelve. But there’s also the man who has killed. A man who has sinned.

You squeeze his hand in comfort. “I know. But you have to remember that as long as the six of us are together, we’ll be alright. We’ll always have each others’ backs.”

Byounggon nods, squeezing your hand back just as tight.

. . .

Jinyoung is the one who warns the group against diving into a plan head first. Ever the planner, he works to create small increments in which the six of you can work to take down Kim Jaeyong. The only downside to his planning is that he feels the need to remind you all of it every waking moment.

The sticky notes don’t stop landing on your desk, this time sporting small messages like ‘we have to make nice with the informants so they trust us,’ and ‘Seunghun agreed to spend more time with the boss to get closer to him.’ It all seems a tad bit extraneous, but nothing is too extra for Jinyoung.

He even goes as far as to call small meetings for the six of you in the middle of the day. All too often you find yourself smushed into a cubicle, speaking in hushed whispers disguised as small talk. The worst is when you all have to pile into the single stall restroom at the end of the main hallway, conspiring and dreaming up a hierarchy of people to take down.

It’s on a random afternoon, however, that your cover is almost blown.

Five of you stand around Hyunsuk at the front desk, casually sipping coffee while you dream up the most discreet ways to dispose of bodies. You’re so caught up in the conversation that you all miss the chime of the elevator, completely ignoring the figures that step out of it until a booming voice rings out around the lobby.

“Who knew that kids these days talk about burning bodies during their coffee break?”

The six of you instantly straighten up your posture, greeting Kim Jaeyong with slight bows. The man sports a greasy smirk at the obvious fear written all over your faces. He has always been giddy at the thought of people respecting him, of people fearing him.

“Yeah, well you know burning bodies is all the rage these days,” Hyunsuk responds with a smile, forever the charmer.

Seunghun nods. “You know Gen Z, all about social media and burning bodies.”

Kim Jaeyong laughs loudly, once again commanding all the attention in the room. “You kids are too funny.” His face suddenly loses all hints of humor, putting up a serious, stoic front. “But we don’t have time to take coffee breaks, whether you’re talking about burning bodies or anything else.”

The six of you nod, practically in unison, making small noises of agreement. Kim Jaeyong seems pretty satisfied at the response, and you think he’s going to leave it at that, especially as he moves towards the office door. However, as soon as he shifts his weight to open the door, he freezes, regarding the group with scrutiny.

“As a matter of fact, the six of you have been congregating a lot lately. Is there something I should know about?”

All of the blood in your body freezes over. You would think you died on the spot if not for the styrofoam cup warming the skin of your hand. For a moment, there’s silence, until a confident voice speaks up.

“It’s the consequence of recruiting six best friends when they were fresh out of college. All we want to do is see each other.” Yonghee smiles as he speaks, proud at the implied dig at his father. “Surely you can understand that right?”

Kim Jaeyong regards his son with a sneer. “I don’t care what you all ‘want’ to do. You’re congregating on my time. Get back to work, now.”

Five of you scramble back to your desks, passing by the father-son duo that seem to be communicating with their eyes. Their gazes are ammo, and none of you want to be caught in the crossfire.

By the time you’re settling back into your cubicle, Yonghee re-enters the office, a triumphant smirk on his face.

. . .

The plan is officially set in motion the following week. It begins from the bottom with its goal being for the six of you to work your way up. It seems easy at first, to take out the small scale informants and then move on to their bosses, and their bosses’ bosses. But the task becomes harder and harder to manage.

You come across your first round of problems as you’re sawing an informant’s body into small pieces, making them easier to be burned when it’s all said and done. You have just separated the man’s lower leg from his thigh when a crackle of static fills the small room you have converted into a morgue of sorts.

“Junhyuk? Are you there?” A staticky voice calls, making you instantly drop your bone saw to the floor.

It falls with a loud clatter, one that’s loud enough to gain the attention of Seunghun, who had been posted outside of the room. He instantly bursts into the morgue, hand on the small pistol in the holster on his waist.

“What happened?” The boy questions, looking around the room for signs of danger.

“You guys didn’t take his walkie?!” You yell, startling Seunghun.

The static crackles again. “Junhyuk? Come in.”

Seunghun just rolls his eyes, finally taking his hand off of his gun. In two short strides, he stands over the collection of body parts, not even flinching when the static fills the room once again. He doesn’t hesitate to reach a hand into the corpse’s bloody back pocket, pulling out an equally bloody walkie talkie.

Seunghun throws the small appliance onto the ground, watching as small pieces splinter off. To seal the deal, he stomps on it a few times, until it no longer spouts staticky commands. You roll your eyes at the show of strength.

“Better? Gosh, I didn’t expect something so miniscule to scare you.” Seunghun jokes, nudging your shoulder with his.

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “When you’re alone in a room with bodies that are supposed to be dead, you don’t exactly expect shit to start talking.”

The smile Seunghun gives you in response is bright and sweet, the kind that’s not marred by any malintent. You wonder if this is how he lures his prey in. With just a flash of his smile, you can imagine that anyone would be putty in his hands. But when you see his smile, however, it just reminds you of the chubby little boy who greeted you and your mother when you moved in across the street.

To this day, he always greets your mother like she’s his own, molding a space into your family. And after years of friendship, he practically is a brother to you. From playing on the swingsets when you were in third grade to studying for college entrance exams when you were in eleventh, Seunghun has always been a part of your life.

The last thing you expected, however, was for him to ever be flashing you his smile in front of a half dismembered body. But you guess things change.

“Well before you lost it over a walkie talkie,” Seunghun chuckles. “Jinyoung said he and Byounggon were going to take down another informant. Somebody who does outreach to the suppliers? I don’t know.”

“Clearly, I need some time before then.” You motion to the body behind you. “You guys can’t just be piling up bodies in my morgue.”

The tall boy shrugs before making a move towards the door. “Bring it up with Jinyoung...or better yet, bring it up with Byounggon.”

Seunghun shoots you an obnoxious wink over his shoulder. You can only manage a few curses at his retreating form before he exits the room, taking his post at the door once again. When you turn back to the body on the table, you meet its cold, dead eyes.

You scoff. “Don’t look at me like that.”

. . .

It’s a little after noon on a Wednesday when Byounggon meets you inside of the morgue. Your breath catches in your throat once you catch sight of him. His blazer hugs his shoulders perfectly, cinching in just the right amount at the waist. Byounggon in a suit should be illegal.

“Why is it always so cold in here?” The man whines, crossing his arms over his chest to preserve warmth.

“You know why it’s cold in here,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

Byounggon’s eyebrows raise before he chuckles. “What’s got you so upset?”

You sigh, finally putting down the pliers you had been using to remove fingers from a dead hand. The urge to run your hands through your hair overtakes you, but you fight to suppress it, hands smelling like formaldehyde and drained blood.

Byounggon’s still looking at you expectantly as a moment of silence passes. He knows not to push, content with waiting for you to open up on your own. It’s something he learned the hard way. Pushing you too hard once in the 9th grade led to such a nasty black eye that he had to wear sunglasses for two weeks.

“This is just a lot,” you finally murmur. “How are we going to take everyone out without Kim Jaeyong noticing? He already noticed we’ve been congregating a lot.”

A smile graces Byounggon’s face, deep dimples indenting his cheeks. He crosses the small room quickly, pulling you into a tight hug. You can’t help but sigh, feeling all of the tension leave your body at the feeling of your best friend’s arms wrapped around you. You sigh again once Byounggon begins to rock you both back and forth.

“Worrying doesn’t look good on you, you know.”

The comment makes you chuckle, the sound nothing more than vibrations in your chest.

“Leave the worrying to Jinyoung,” Byounggon continues. “His stupidly pretty face can handle it.”

Once again, you laugh, emitting a short huff that gets trapped in the space between your face and Byounggon’s chest. He’s warm, a sharp contrast from the chill of the room.

“Yonghee’s got the system hacked so that it looks like the informants are still up and running. He’ll do the same as people go higher and higher up. He’s cancelled all large body meetings for the next month.”

“Oh shit.”

Now it’s Byounggon’s turn to chuckle. “Yeah, oh shit is right. We have this on lock, Y/N. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

You nod in response, taking the opportunity to muzzle further into your friend’s hold. His heartbeat is strong and steady under your ear, felt through the quality fabric of his crisp white dress shirt. His hands trace circles into your back, slightly displacing the cloth of your white lab coat.

The two of you continue to rock back and forth, paying the smell of formaldehyde no mind as you get lost in the warmth of each other.

#lee byounggon imagines #bx imagines #cix imagines #cix #lee byounggon #bx #panacea #escritos

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velvetgons · 5 years

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byounggon x reader; first kiss

[00:56] the music seemed to make the air around you pulse. or was that the only the press of people crammed together in a single house that was giving that effect? you couldn’t really tell anymore. all you knew for sure was that the music was loud and the house was crowded with unknown faces. if you had to guess, you thought you knew less than a quarter of the people here by name or face. though, you didn’t suppose that mattered too much, especially not when you had no worry of being without the ones you did know.

you had assumed the kitchen would be the least populated area of the party. and maybe it was, although you were starting to believe more in byounggon insisting that upstairs would have been immensely quieter than anywhere else. but the kitchen is where you had gone when you were still trying to find seunghun, and the kitchen is where you had stayed once you had found him. the music was playing from speakers in the living room, although you couldn’t have guessed it from where you stood. the bass seemed to move through your body enough to settle in your chest, and every brush of somebody moving passed you made you want to cringe back. you were beginning to think that even the smell clinging to every room was too much for you to continue handling.

the only feeling you weren’t desperately disliking in the moment was the weight of byounggon’s arm slung around your shoulders. the sound of his voice was mostly drowned out by the volume of everything else, although you could still feel his chest rumble as he spoke. and the feeling of his arm draped over you made you feel somewhat more comfortable in the mess of noise of bodies around you. as more people glided past you to make their way to the drinks, you found yourself slipping further into byounggon’s hold. even as he engaged with seunghun, he offered you a few glances that assured you he hadn’t forgotten you were still there.

byounggon dipped his head down, his mouth closer to your ear so he knew you’d hear him this time. “everything alright?” he asked, eyebrows raising at you warily.

you shrugged. “yeah. why?”

the wariness turned to suspicion. “you’re almost standing on my feet.” he offered by way of explanation, and you glanced away from him, feeling a flush of heat crawl up to your cheeks.

you tried to make yourself appear more unbothered, more aloof and uncaring. yet, you found yourself looking down to the floor – which was even worse, as you could see swarms of feet moving past you and milling about the space of the kitchen. “it’s just, kinda loud in here, isn’t it?” you suggested, hoping he’d catch on.

he did. and when he smiled down at you and responded only with, “yeah, and it’s hot, too. wanna go get some air?” you weren’t sure why you’d even been nervous in the first place. his arm dropped from your shoulders, moving to intertwine your hands instead. he said something that you couldn’t hear over the music to seunghun, who only smiled understandingly at you and pointed the back door out to byounggon.

moving through the crowd proved to be more challenging than slipping away from your friends. the mass of people all in their own conversations or their own circle became more of a struggle than you’d expected, and by the time you got to the part of the room crowded most thickly, you’d started to think that staying put would have been a better idea. if byounggon was bothered by the sheer amount of sweaty bodies knocking against him – as you found you were uncomfortably aware of in your own case – he didn’t show it, only continuing on through his path to the back door with your hand tightly gripped by his own.

the thinning of the crowd didn’t seem to happen noticeably. only one moment you were trying to make yourself as small as possible to get past everyone, and the next you were stood in front of the door, staring through the window on it into the darkness outside. byounggon pushed the handle down lightly, testing to see if it was unlocked before pushing it forward. for a fleeting second your breath caught in your throat, as you tried to quickly deduce what you’d do if the door was locked and there was no way out but back through the house to the front door. but when a slip of cold air greeted you, only growing more prevalent as the space between door and frame widened, your heart settled.

the night air was cool against your skin, a comforting change from the humid air of packed-in bodies inside the house. even as byounggon tugged you further towards the end of the garden, away from the people sat on the low wall and talking or smoking at the table, you felt your head begin to clear. once you’d both reached the bench by where the fence turned into a wall separating this garden from the neighbour’s, you felt almost normal again. even the air seemed cleaner out here, and you found yourself returning byounggon’s grin as you settled against the chilled wood of the bench.

“better?” byounggon asked, resting your interlocked hands against his thigh as he looked over at you.

his eyes looked darker than they had inside, which should have been an obvious thing except in the moment it made your heart feel tight with anticipation within your chest. you nodded quickly to answer his question, stumbling over a, “yeah, thank you,” as you watched his lips curl into more of a grin than before.

he nodded, humming as he didn’t glance away from you. usually he would, and you would both fall into a comfortable silence as you waited for either of you to have something to say. but his eyes were straying to look at your lips, and the hand that wasn’t pressed to yours was moving hesitantly to cup your cheek. the grin pulling your lips upwards seem to give him courage, and he let himself lean in until you could feel his breath fan against your face.

you almost didn’t hear his voice over the sound of your heart pounding against your chest. “can i kiss you?” he asked, voice light and verging on teasing. another smile lifted your lips even higher as you nodded at him, relishing the way his eyes flickered from your own back down to your lips as he leant closer.

when his lips touched yours, you felt a sudden bout of nervousness move through you. what if byounggon did everything right and you did everything wrong? what if he was a great kisser and you were the worst? what if he kissed you and then decided he didn’t actually like you that much? you tried as hard as you could to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of your mind, but it seemed impossible to forget. until his thumb began to trace small circles onto your cheek, as if he knew you needed distracting.

and once you’d been distracted, you were again left with the feeling that you didn’t know what you’d been nervous about in the first place. byounggon’s lips moved slowly and gently against your own, the taste of whatever he’d been drinking earlier still lingering and yet somehow not tasting bad. there as a nonchalance to his actions – from the way his hand loosely adjusted to cup your jaw to the lack of touching in general – that made you tighten your hand around his. the pressure in your chest was gone, leaving it light and full of an unreleased excited and childish laugh. you could feel byounggon smile against your lips, falling away from you as the grin spread too wide.

the moment after his lips were no longer pressed to yours, you found yourself missing the feeling. he didn’t say anything for a small while afterwards, only letting you drop your head to his shoulder in hopes of hiding the blush resting on your cheeks. when he seemed to eventually find his voice, or string together whatever words he thought were right, he only mumbled, “i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you mumbled against his hoodie. it barely took you a moment to think about responding, but when you recalled that you’d never heard him say those words yet – and you’d never had the courage before – you pulled away from him. your brain failed to think of something to say, and so you only smiled again, though softer this time. “can you kiss me again?” you heard yourself asking, though you weren’t sure where the sudden bout of any form of confidence had come from.

if byounggon had taken any notice of your sudden shift between too-flustered-to-speak and your question, he made no show of it. all he said was a quick, “of course,” before he leaned in to reconnect your lips to his.

#i'm uhh a lil rusty #writings//#ygtblbr #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios #ygtb reactions #byounggon imagines #lee byounggon #lee byounggon imagines #cix imagines #cix scenarios #cix reactions #i hope that's the right tag....oof

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forhyunsuk · 5 years

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[9:08 am] after a long night of snuggling together and producing music on your laptop, byounggon's snores filled the room as you quietly got up to make coffee for the two of you. it's the least you could do for him, honestly, as his hoodie you were wearing over your pajamas reminded you of how his cute cheek kisses and pecks on the lips were so sweet and comforting after long days.

as you began to stir the coffee, humming a song that you two were working on last night, you failed to notice that the loud snores coming from the bedroom have suddenly disappeared. before you know it, two arms are wrapped around your waist, and a certain someone's chin is on your shoulder as their face is snuggled into your neck.

"coffee? for me?" he mumbles, his morning voice deep enough that you can feel the vibrations on your neck. "you didn't have to."

"and you didn't have to wake up this early, gon," you say, turning around to face him. "neither of us have anything to do until another hour."

he makes some sort of groaning noise before pulling you even closer to him. your face is buried into his chest, but he's practically draped over you.

"so then, why did you get up so early? we could've cuddled for longer," he whines. your heart beats a little faster.

"fine, fine. i just wanted to repay you since you stayed up with me for so long last night."

he chuckles. "you don't get it, silly, i wanted to spend the night with you. the only repayment i need now is another hour of cuddling," he says, and you find yourself being dragged away from the kitchen and the now room temperature coffee, and you're back in bed with byounggon's arms around you as snores fill the room once again.

#my gon-biased mutuals this is for you!! ive been drowning in love for byounggon lately :/#byounggon #lee byounggon #c9boyz #yg treasure box #byounggon imagine #byounggon imagines #lee byounggon imagine #lee byounggon imagines #gon sNoREs when he sleeps :))#dino baby #blurbs

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leejeongz · 3 years

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“i miss you” - bx

pairing: boyf!bx x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 400

requested: yes, by @byeongsung thanks so much! i hope u like it <3

summary: your boyfriend makes it easy for you to leave him in the morning, but hard to stay away.

warnings: none :)

as an early riser, you weren’t too disheartened by the sound of your alarm playing gentle music as a reminder that you should get up now if you want to be early. today, you organised to grab coffee with a few of your friends, and given your busy schedules, the only times that you were all free was early in the morning, just before work/lectures.

you gently peeled the duvet back and swiftly swung your legs over the side of the bed, your eyes never once moving from your boyfriend who appeared to be sound asleep beside you. after successfully making it out of bed without him even twitching, you quickly threw on the clothes you laid out the night before and placed your phone and your wallet inside the first bag that you lay your hands on.

byounggon wasn’t usually one to be all lovey-dovey in the morning, and so when you heard a quiet, yet certain “leaving without giving me a kiss?” it was inevitable that you’d be startled.

“do you… want one?” you asked, looking back over towards the boy who still had his eyes shut. he smiled in response to your question, nodding his head and snuggling further into the duvet. you kissed your hand and patted it to his hair, yet judging by his furrowed brows, he wanted a real one. you crouched by the side of the bed and leaned towards him, he followed and your lips met his forehead.

“what are you still doing here, go! go!” he shooed you away from him while you were still in the middle of kissing his forehead, wondering if you were really doing the right thing, leaving a soft, cuddly byounggon which you rarely saw at this hour. but you did as he said, slipping on some shoes as you got the door and shouting a “love you” while you were partially already outside.

you’d just locked the door as you felt a buzz come from your bag, which you secretly hoped was a message to say that your friends were cancelling. you pulled it out and tapped the screen expectedly, smiling even more when you read over the message for a second time.

““i miss you” from byounggon <3”

#bx #cix #cix fluff #bx fluff #cix imagines #bx imagines #byounggon #lee byounggon

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minhoskofi · 4 months

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chapter 4: in and out

warnings: smut :)

word count: 1.3k

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As the months passed, you and Byounggon continued to grow closer, your bond deepening with each day. The unspoken understanding between you felt so natural, and you reveled in the comfort and joy that came with being by his side.

However, there was a question that you couldn’t get off your mind. Despite the undeniable connection and the way you both already acted like a couple, there had never been an official conversation about your relationship. It wasn't that you doubted Byounggon’s feelings or commitment, but the absence of a clear definition left you longing for something more concrete.

One afternoon, as you lay on the couch behind Gon in his music studio, the question burned in your chest. Unable to contain your thoughts any longer, you mustered the courage to confront him, seeking clarity about where you both stood.

"Goni?”, you began hesitantly, “We've been together for months now, and I can't help but wonder... What exactly are we? Are we...like, a couple?"

Byounggon turned to face you, confusion evident in his eyes. He got up from his desk, coming to stand in front of you. He gently placed his hands on your thighs, his face hovering just inches from yours, his warm breath caressing your skin.

His voice sounded sincere, "Sorry if I never made it clear. It didn't even cross my mind because being with you feels so right, so natural. But if you need that official label, then…"

Without another word, Gon leaned in, capturing your lips in an ever so passionate kiss. His hands moved from your thighs to cradle your face, deepening the kiss, as if trying to convey all the emotions that words could not express.

The question of your relationship status faded into insignificance. The intensity of the kiss and the way your man held you spoke loud enough about the depth of your connection.

As the kiss broke, Byounggon with a shy yet endearing smile, found the courage to speak, "Well…I mean, if you want... could you, uh… will you officially be my girlfriend?", he rapped out the last few words and buried his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment.

You couldn't help but smile at his adorable shyness, and with a soft chuckle, you replied, "Yes, Gon, I'd love to officially be your girlfriend.", almost mockingly.

As Byounggon immersed himself in the creation of his track again, the rhythmic beats and melodies filled the air, leaving you with a boredom that begged for distraction.

Deciding to entertain yourself and perhaps add a playful interruption to his creative process, you approached him.

Teasingly, you traced light patterns on his back, the gentle touch breaking through the intensity of his focus. Leaving a trail of seductive kisses along his neck and jawline, you couldn't help but revel in the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.

Byounggon, feeling the unexpected caresses, found himself torn between two thoughts, “Is this how you show me your support or are you trying to turn me on… because it’s working.”

But as your advances persisted his concentration reached a breaking point. With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, your fingers deftly played with the buckle of his belt, the metallic clasp yielding to your touch. The sound of the buckle coming undone echoed in the room.

“So that’s how we’re playing…” Unable to resist any longer, Byounggon seized control of the situation. He turned away from his laptop, and captured your lips in a fierce and demanding kiss.

With every kiss, every touch, the intensity grew and your hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and crevice with a feverish urgency, “Was this what you wanted?” Byounggon managed to mutter in between your lips.

Without giving him a verbal answer, your fingers reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly inching it upwards, revealing tantalizing glimpses of your bare skin.

Gon's gaze intensified, his breath hitching as he watched the fabric slide over your chest, exposing the curve of your breasts. As your shirt fell to the floor, Byounggon wasted no time. His hands moved with a sense of purpose, his fingers tracing the outline of your body, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. He unhooked your bra, releasing your breasts, and the cool air caressed your skin.

With a hunger in his eyes, Gon's hands moved lower, his fingers undoing the button of your pants. The fabric slid down your legs, pooling around your ankles, leaving you standing there in nothing but lacy panties.

A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached for Byounggon's shirt, your fingers eagerly unbuttoning it one by one. The fabric parted, revealing his chest.

Your hands roamed his bare skin, tracing muscles, feeling the warmth radiating from his body and you pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, forgotten.

Byounggon's hands now found their way to your hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, “Fuck me silly, Gon”, the words fall out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Patience, princess. Not before I taste you first”, Byounggon spoke against your skin as his mouth left gentle kisses down your core. The tip of his tongue lingered, drawing slow, sensuous circles over your clit, each rotation sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. His touch was deliberate and precise, building your arousal to dizzying heights.

As the circles tightened, his tongue applied a gentle but persistent pressure, intensifying the stimulation on your clit. Waves of pleasure washed over you, making your body arch and writhe with an insatiable hunger for more.

“You’re so fucking wet for me”, Byounggon's tongue moved in a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of your breath and the growing urgency of your moans.

As his tongue delved deeper, you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you, building with every flick and every swirl. Your moans of ecstasy filled the room and the wet heat of his mouth enveloped you, “Please Gon, I need you inside me”, you breathed out, your voice filled with a desperate longing.

The words hung in the air, Byounggon’s gaze met yours, a wild intensity burning in his eyes as he settled himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

"Be a good girl now," he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of raw need and determination.

As he slid impatiently into you, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation of him filling you completely sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.

“Shit, Goni-”, almost inaudible words spill from your lips. Each thrust was pushing you closer to the edge.

"Fuck,” Byounggon groaned, “you feel so good," he kept sliding in and out of you while leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline down your neck, the tightness of you just perfect to his liking.

Your moans mingled with his, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the studio. "Harder," you pleaded, your voice filled with urgency, "I want all of you." Byounggon complied, his movements becoming more intense and fervent.

"Gon, I'm so close," you whimpered desperately.

"Let go, baby," he encouraged, "Come for me."

Your grip on him tightened, your walls squeezing him so intensely that he too could no longer hold back. With a final, powerful thrust, he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, finding release within you.

The room filled with breathless moans of satisfaction. As you both came down from , your orgasms, your bodies still intertwined, Byounggon's voice filled the air. "That was incredible," he murmured, "I can't get enough of you."

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ericbrainrot · 3 years

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"promise that you

won't fall in love

with my brother?"

"i promise i won't,"

in which, you are in love with your best friends brother, but you made a promise that you do not think you can keep.

yoon hyunsuk

he/him

20 years old

college student and model

6'1

yoon hyuna

she/her

20 years old

college student and model

5'7

[your name] [last name]

she/her

20 years old

college student and model

5'9

slight dark themes, mature language, sexual innuendos, slight mature themes.

this is a black!fem!reader book! hyunsuk and hyuna are twins, i decided to make the reader tall because i'm tired of reading about short readers, anyone is welcomed to read. i was debating on making the reader haitian, but i do not know anyone's nationality so yeah! i hope y'all enjoy and STAN CIX! also this story was inspired by an oneshot i read on here, if i can find the link i’ll put it here.

yoon hyunsuk x black!fem!reader

you can find this story on my wattpad

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝟎𝟎

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hoshiwhxre · 3 years

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can we please get a first time with byounggon? 👀

❥ byounggon : the stars aren't as beautiful as you.

pairing: bf!byounggon × fem!reader

type: smut, short fic/drabble

description: byounggon takes you up to the roof to watch the stars, and under the moon's heavy glow he decides he wants to go all the way

warnings: clit!stim, slight!exhibitionism ig?, soft!sex (gets a lil rougher but not much), sex!under the moooon, protected!sex, just romantic!byounggon and romantic!sex :))

Byounggon's fingers brushed a lock of stray hair behind your ear, a soft smile playing on his lips. You were absorbed in the beauty of the sky above, unaware of the way your boyfriend's gaze swam lovingly across your features.

"Are you happy?" he mumbled, forearm propping himself up on the blanket.

You nodded, eyes flickering over to meet his shiny orbs. He was handsome; especially under the glow of the stars.

"Very happy," you replied, plucking at his shirt to tug him back down beside you, "isn't it pretty?"

He rested his back on the floor, and curled one arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

"Mhm," Byounggon's words were soft, "not as beautiful as you."

Your cheeks pricked with heat, still not used to his complimentary charm. He always had an uncanny knack for turning you into a simpering mess, kaleidoscope of butterflies swarming your chest. You buried your face deeper into him, and took a moment to enjoy his calming scent.

"You're too sweet," you sighed, happily, "what did I do to deserve you?"

Byounggon curled his fingers through yours against his stomach, thumb rubbing small circles over your skin.

"Y/n..." he began, lightly, "I wanted tonight to be special."

You rested your chin against his peck, curiously waiting for him to continue.

"You did?"

Nodding, Byounggon tilted his head to properly internalise your every detail. From your tempting lips to eyes that held the universe, he was in love and he knew it.

"I wanted to fuck you under the moon," his voice dripped with charisma.

Lightheaded from his words, you fell silent, letting the low breeze wash past your ears. Fuck you under the moon. It was obvious the hold he had on you, every day you grew closer and every day you'd become more sentient to feelings of lust he coaxed from you.

"B-Byounggon-"

"Only if you're ready," he breathed, "I thought it would be romantic, no?"

Yes. Yes it was romantic.

"What if someone comes up?" you whispered, nails dragging across his t-shirt.

"They won't, I got the key from downstairs and locked the rooftop door," Byounggon paused, "but wouldn't it be hot if they heard us?"

Yes. Yes it would be hot.

"Do you think you could make me scream that loud?" you looked at him through hooded lids, "are you that good?"

With a chuckle, Byounggon suddenly pushed his palms into your shoulders, rolling you beneath his broad torso. The glimmer in his stare made you melt, and your arms wound magnetically around his neck, quietly giggling.

"You have protection?" you asked, fondling with the baby hairs decorating his nape. Nodding, Byounggon followed the arch of your leg to reach into his back pocket, tugging out a packeted condom.

"God you look so fucking good," he groaned, glancing over your body, "are you sure you want to do this?"

His palms stroking your thighs, he lowered to capture your lips in a sensual kiss, pulling a gentle whimper from your mouth.

"I want you," you mumbled, gripping his cheeks in your hands, "I want you so bad."

With a small smirk, Byounggon rose to his knees, and curled his fingers over the waistband of your trousers. In a few, steady tugs, he'd discarded the item and thrown it across the rooftop - eyes too filled with excitement to care where it landed. Your panties came next, long fingers maneuvering them past your hips eagerly, before he settled his position between your thighs trembling with anticipation.

"Keep your eyes on me, doll," Byounggon purred, unzipping his jeans and lowering them a few inches above his knees, "let me know if it gets too much for you."

He was cocky, the grin painted across his face sending shivers down your spine. Everytime his fingers brushed your skin you erupted in goosebumps, growing gradually more desperate to feel all of him.

Byounggon took it slow, tugging his length from his underpants in a loose grip, allowing it to hit the cool night air against his lower abdomen. Your teeth sank into your lip, watching him pump his shaft a few, steady times, eyes still pinned on yours.

"Ready?" he hummed.

Your arms snaked around Byounggon's neck, lashes fluttering shut as you felt the curved tip of his cock glide between your folds. He took a few moments to line himself up, palms pressing into the blanketed ground below you, before his hips began to guided himself, inch by inch, between your walls. Your breathe hitched, spine arching off the floor as you felt the thick shaft probe your guts.

"Good girl," Byounggon soothed, "relax for me, baby."

Nails pulling at his skin, you gasped out with a second long thrust. The pace was set slow, letting you adjust to his size, allowing your muscles to soon relax into the pleasure. It felt good, it felt perfect, bodies meant for each like lock and key. His touch was electric, it made you moan and whimper; your thighs clenching around his waist while his hips stimulated sensations buried hidden within your core. The warm air from Byounggon's lungs spilled out across your face, his lips teasing yours with a minute smirk, and you pushed fumbling fingers into the back of his neck.

"I love you," you croaked, mouths moulding together, "I love you so much..."

Those sweet words spread shivers down Byounggon's spine, and with a low grunt his hips stumbled into a faster pace. He shifted his weight onto one shoulder, the free hand reaching back between your thighs, and you felt the smooth pads of his fingers stretch between your folds - core practically lighting up with anticipation. It wasn't long before he'd found your clit between two digits, dragging small lines just around the sensitive ball. Your quiet, pleading mewls vibrated against Byounggon's tongue, and he rang out an unsteady chuckle, just as he allowed your clit to feel the raw pleasure of his fingers. Your hips immediately bucked, a tight grip curling through his hair. The combination of sensations - the pressure of his cock now driving harder into your pussy, the sharp, body-trembling stimulation controlling your clit - was having dizzying effects on your mind. Your eyes rolled back, the moonlight drowning your heated bodies, too overwhelmed by the plethora of pleasure to care about anyone hearing your sheer desperation. Moans were load, twisting with his as they echoed through the night. Byounggon drew faster shapes into your clit, sensing you clench a little tighter around him, and soon his own cock was beginning to shudder with the prospect of release. He pounded into your pussy harder, hand messy between your thighs, and suddenly he pulled from your kiss to bury his face breathlessly into the crook of your neck. His deep-voiced groans were anough to highten your sensitivity, head rolling with the arch of your spine, and you took the moment to weakly gaze up at the shimmering starts decorating the dark sheet above. Your lips fell open, sounds turning to silence as your core began to indicitavely throb. Knots were fast forming, an intense feeling of adoration and euphoria beginning to form like a wave above you. It was growing higher, and greater in strength, your clit searing with the rough pleasure of Byounggon's movements. His teeth sank into your skin, your walls pulsating around his cock, and he allowed his hips to drill into you harder, faster, deeper.

"That's it, cum all over my cock, pup," he groaned, "you're doing so well."

His words were the final straw. They were the pin in the grenade. That built up wave came plummeting through you, crashing into your veins, controlling every spasming muscle as the knots in your core erupted with orgasm. You choked, thighs gripping Byounggon's waist as if you were holding on for dear life. The orgasm was powerful, Byounggon's fingers and cock still fucking you through every second, squeezing every last bit of pleasure from your core. His heavy panting painted your skin, hips dragging his cock between your walls in a desperate attempt to reach his own high. Your body shook with the overstimulation, nails scratching along his tense, bulging shoulder blades.

"I-I'm cumming," he announced, gruffly, "oh fuck-"

He slammed his hips one final time into you, cock twitching as he grunted loudly - cum filling the condom still wrapped around him. For a moment, the both of you lay in silence, limbs still entwined, just enjoying the aftermath of the intimate moment.

"Th-That was so good," you finally whispered.

Twisting his head, Byounggon captured your lips in a careful, sensual kiss.

"I love you too," he mumbled.

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