#nam joon scenario
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TO BE (yours) // KNJ
he'll give in... right?
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oc has always had a crush on her bodyguard, nam joon. when her monthly family dinner goes to shit, she turns to him for comfort. tonight, it was different. tonight, he just might give her exactly what she wants
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pairing: bodyguard nam joon + heiress oc
au/genre:
bodyguard au
one shot
porn with(out) plot
warnings: oc has some grandma issues, oc is insanely unhinged (oc makes nam joon watch as she pleasures herself), masturbation/fingering (oc makes him hold her hand while she fingers herself), nipple play, blow job (oc chokes), slapping (of face and ass) and riding... name calling (joon calls her a slut, whore, and bitch), cockwarming ?? making out,, yeah idk ! find the rest out for urself ;)
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“I hate this fucking life!”
Before you can slam your bedroom door shut, a foot is placed to prevent you from doing so.
You huff, knowing exactly who is following you.
There was no point putting up a fight. Regardless of what you do, you know exactly how he would handle you. So, you move on. You focus on your feelings and the stress wrapped around it. As you take off your skirt and unbutton your blouse, he makes his way to his regular position.
Nam Joon stands beside the door, feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands placed in front, and his gaze straight ahead. If this was any other bodyguard, their presence would irritate you and ignite your anger even more… But this was Nam Joon.
It’s different.
Oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort when he's around. It feels like it's okay for you to be angry and throw a tantrum. He'd cover for you. He'd protect you. He'd deal with you.
Regardless, this is routine.
Once a month, you attend your infamous grandmother’s family dinner. There, you’d share your company’s progress and plans, and receive criticism.
No praise.
No empathy.
No encouragement.
It is never good enough for her. Even though you have a more successful business than your siblings and cousins—it meant nothing To your grandmother, it didn’t matter.
It always better.
To do better.
To be better.
After these horrendous dinners, you’d go home in tears. The pressure she’d put on you is often unnecessary, but you feel it. To your very core, you feel how intense the need to please her is.
Sometimes, you were angry. Often, you were sad.
For comfort, you’d typically contact your family friend, Jung Hoseok for some… Release. Sometimes, it was talking things through. Other times, it included fucking… But those nights were rare.
During those times, Nam Joon would wait outside the door. It made you wonder that night if he liked what he heard… Or if he felt jealous…
If he even gave it a second thought at all.
You see…
You’ve been unhinged since birth. By your grandmother’s orders, she hired a bodyguard service for you. To keep you in check or whatever (as if you’re this wild child that isn’t running the biggest company in your family). To keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. To keep you from doing bad things.
Sucks to suck because the only bad thing you want to do is your bodyguard.
Thank you, Grandma!
When Nam Joon came into your life, it felt like Christmas. He’s tall, handsome, smart, and funny in his own ways. If anything, he’s perfect for you. Aside it being his job, you really feel like he knows you. Your next moves and even your feelings—he’s good at predicting and protecting them.
It’s like not you could hide your intentions and attraction either. No, you take any and every chance to flirt with him.
Truth be told, you really need him to dick you down.
“Crazy how I’m literally changing in front of you and you would rather look at the wall,” you tease, as you unclip your bra and throw it at his head.
Nam Joon removes your bra from his head and continues to stay silent. Him ignoring you is something he does when he knows your emotions are high.
Rolling your eyes, you open your closet and grab your pajamas. You chose wisely, of course… You noticed Nam Joon’s eyes linger a little longer when you wear flimsy things. So, that’s exactly what you wear tonight.
A little ditzy floral pyjama set.
The fabric itself is thin and tight, making it easy for your nipples and the curve of your breast to be outlined. The shorts are practically panties… Guess you won’t be needing underwear either, right?
Once you put on the top, you bend down to take your underwear off. You throw it back, aiming for his head again. Perfectly, it lands just where you want it to.
“Oops! Sorry, I meant to get that in my laundry bin.” You explain, laughing as you put the shorts on.
You see Nam Joon’s shoulders rise and fall. He sighs, as he takes your underwear off of his head and places it in your laundry bin for you.
Cutely, you bump into him as you make your way to bed. Nam Joon purses his lips at you, almost feeling the need to choke when he sets his eyes on your pajamas.
You were doing this on purpose.
He knows it.
Tilting your head at him, you ask, “Do you like it?”
Nam Joon clears his throat as he stands to the side. Gestures at your bed, he ignores your question but replies with; “you’ve had a long day, Ms. ___. Please go to bed.”
“You know what else is long?”
“Ms. ___—”
“Oh, come on!” you whine, as you drop to your knees. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve asked.”
“It’s also not the first time I’m saying no,” he chuckles. Then, he bends down, grabs you by the waist, and lifts you.
Your heart begins to race as he carries you.
He’s done this only a couple of times—more because you were having a temper-tantrum and he had to remove you from the environment. There was also this one time when you were crying so much at your grandmother’s dinner table that he swooped in like a knight in shining armour. That was probably the day you felt something for him…
A feeling beyond your wet pussy, that is.
Nam Joon sets you gently on your bed. As you lay, you reach for his hand. He turns to you and blinks.
“Joon…”
“Did you need something?”
“You.”
He squints his eyes at you.
“Go to sleep, Ms. ___.”
“Awh, come on!” you cry as he leaves your side. You miss your heart fluttering already. “You don’t even have to make me cum—”
With a warning tone, he interrupts you. “Goodnight, Ms. ___.”
Annoyed, you shift around your bed and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately for you, all you can think about are your grandmother’s harsh words from tonight's dinner and the silence of your siblings and cousins whose lips did not even twitch to defend you.
Your grandmother’s invasive words begin to consume you. The feeling is… Horrible. It was rough, to say the least. Maybe, instead of distracting yourself… You could use Nam Joon for something else.
“Do you think my grandma hates me?” you ask with a weary tone.
Nam Joon reaches over to dim your bedroom lights and takes his time to walk back to his placement. As he does so, he thinks about it. This was also routine of you….
To hit on him, to get sad and look for comfort, and then finally go to sleep. It wasn’t every night—just the family dinner ones. On the regular, it would just be you making one or two flirtatious commentaries and then falling asleep as soon as possible.
Moments where you look for validation and comfort he thinks these are the purest moments of you. The fact that you’re about to rest, but can’t because you’re reflecting on the things that make you feel uneasy… Well, let’s just say that it’s on the list of reasons why he hasn’t quit his job. Aside from liking his profession, he also likes you.
There’s never a dull moment.
“I think she just wants you to be the best.” He answers plainly. “She just doesn’t express it well.”
You sigh. “So that means what I do right now isn’t the best? It’s not good enough? Is that it?”
“No,” Nam Joon shakes his head. “I think she expects more because you are more. The potential she wants from you is real because it lives in you. She’s impatient about seeing it, but business is all about growth and building. Ms. ___, you know you’re amazing, right? You’re perfect. Your grandmother could never hate you even though it may feel like it.”
Snickering, you cross your arms. “Are you just saying that because you’re on her payroll?”
“No,” he assures you. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Besides, you’re smart enough to know when I’m lying anyway.”
His words hit you.
Suddenly feel better. There’s no other way of explaining why. Sometimes, all you really need is a friend… But being friends with Nam Joon?
You hate that.
“... So, you think I’m amazing?”
Nam Joon doesn’t respond.
So, you try again.
“If I’m so amazing… Then, why don’t you want me? No one’s here, you know! It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen… You don’t need to protect me—”
“Ms. ___—”
“I’ve wanted you for so long… You know it too! Come on, I know you just as well as you know me—“
“Highly doubt that, princess.”
“I want to know you… All of you,” you confess, quickly getting out of bed. You stand in front of him and look up at him. Batting your eyelashes, you try to sound as innocent as possible. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
Nam Joon feels a shiver.
He gulps as you place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it around to feel him. In an even slower motion, you begin to slide your hand down from his chest to his abdomen. He lowers his gaze at you as you give him pleading eyes. Gulping, he watches your hands make their way to his belt.
Then, he stops you.
Just as you’re about to unbuckle it, he grabs your wrists and pulls you up.
“I don’t want you.”
His words cut deep and his tone is harsh.
Too harsh.
There’s a look in his eyes that you’re well aware of. In that understanding, you don’t feel so awful anymore. So, you keep your head high. If he wants to play like this, then so be it.
Let’s play.
“Good thing I’m smart and I know when you’re lying.” You then place your hand on his cheeks and squish his lips together. Tiptoeing, you place a small kiss on his lips.
Nam Joon is caught off guard.
This never happened before! It never went this far…
He thought he was immune to you. In a cliché sense, he didn’t this would happen. He’d be an idiot to not recognize that sexual tension between you two since the very beginning—but he never pictured it like this.
He never pictured his dreams to come true.
Just as Nam Joon is about to give in, you pull away.
It’s then that he hates himself. He wishes he spent more time memorizing the way your lips felt against his. Who knows if you’d ever do this to him again, right? This was a once-in-a-million for him.
You’re his one.
“Since you want to stand there and watch… Fine. Stand there and watch.”
Without saying another word, you twirl his tie in your hand and gentle tug him to follow as you make your way back to your bed. Nam Joon doesn’t really move though. He stays still, only letting his head turn as you let go of his tie. He watches with lustful eyes as you crawl onto your bed. Positioning yourself, you lean your back against your headboard and sit up in a way where you can comfortably plant your feet. Nam Joon’s eyes almost fall out of his head the second you suck on your fingers, open your legs, and shove your lubed fingers inside your shorts.
Nam Joon feels stuck.
He should look away, right? For some reason, he can’t. He has looked the other way every time you changed or tried to kiss him… Tonight, was different.
Tonight, he was weak.
As you let out a breathy moan, you begin to rub yourself.
Feeling the way your soft pussy is against your fingers, you whimper at the thought of Nam Joon caving and taking his place in between your legs. You apply some pressure and rub circles on your clit. Doing this begins slowly, but as you stare at Nam Joon in his suit, you can’t help but feel sensations in your pelvis. You rub yourself faster, feeling your legs tighten as you do so.
You rub yourself for what feels like a good 5 minutes. Noticing how quiet it suddenly became and how he’s not making any comments, you take this opportunity to tease him.
With a small voice, you ask, “N-Nam Joon… A-are y-you watching?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Can y-you look at me, p-please?” you stutter through the sensation. “I’m touching my pussy for you… So you have to be watching, okay? This is for you.”
Expecting silence, Nam Joon surprises you with his words.
“I’m watching, princess.”
You feel a relief.
In an even softer tone, you whine, “Good. D-do you like it? Do you like what you see? Am I doing it right?”
“Yeah,” he confesses. “Doing so good, princess. Don’t stop.”
Biting your lip, you spread your legs out even more. As you rub yourself, you squirm from the feeling of this not being enough.
Meanwhile, Nam Joon feels like he’s stuck in a trance. He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you pleasure yourself. He wishes to do it for you… But not yet. A part of him is curious to see how far you can push yourself. How much can you take? How far will you go? He wants to know when he’s needed… He wants to wait it out and let you have this.
“My pussy is leaking through my shorts… Is it pretty?”
Nam Joon’s breath hitches. “Yeah. It’s pretty.”
“I’m glad you think so… I’m thinking of you. You made this mess.”
The truth is, he’s afraid when you give this to him… He won’t be able to quit. He’ll be selfish. He’ll have you any way he wants and ignore what you want. So, this is him being considerate. This is him being patient. This is him letting you have your fun.
“Should I stick my fingers inside?”
He utters a hiss... Yet, with a soft tone, he encourages you, “Do what you want.”
“I need help.”
Nam Joon huffs. “You can do it yourself. If you can start this, you can finish.”
You groan, throwing your head back. “A-arghh, fine… Can you hold my hand though?”
He raises a brow.
But he also picks up his feet and makes his way to you.
He stands on the side of your bed and offers you his hand. Gladly, you take it. With your other hand, you split your folds open. Tugging on his hand, you pout.
“Can you spit on it? I would do it but… Your spit would help me cum faster.”
Too stunned to speak, Nam Joon sucks his inner cheek, runs his tongue along his teeth, and gathers spit from the back of his throat. He then leans over and—
“Mhmm,” you moan, massaging his spit in your pussy. “Fuck, that got me so horny. Are you horny?”
Nam Joon glares at you.
“Hurry up and cum,” he hisses. “ I’m supposed to be watching—”
“You are, aren’t you?”
Nam Joon gets the feeling you’re alluding to something completely different from his job. It makes him sick to his stomach that he’s fucking into it. God, did you have to be this compelling? All he can do is push you away… At least, try to.
“This is getting ridiculous.”
You let a small laugh escape your lips. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs.
“Nam Joon, you’re holding my hand, spitting on my pussy, and about to watch me finger myself… Me asking you if you’re horny is where you’re deciding this is ridiculous—”
“___, just fucking cum already.”
Instantly, you roll your eyes at him.
The attitude.
He needs his dick sucked or something.
In response, you wiggle your fingers at him. He gives you a blank expression and turns away for a moment. You take that as your sign to start. With one finger, you insert it inside you. Your pussy clenches and your reaction extends to you squeezing Nam Joon’s hand. As you finger yourself, you try to focus on hitting your climax.
It’s much more frustrating than it is easy. The man whose cock you desperately want inside of you is just fucking standing there while your fingers do you no justice.
So, in the silence of your dimly lit bedroom, you shut your eyes and imagine him more intensely. You imagine Nam Joon’s fingers inside you. You imagine how his lips would feel against your skin. How his soft tongue would feel like giving your clit kitten licks. You moan at the very thought, and get excited over the fact that he’s actually here. Even though he’s not touching you the way you want right now, at least he was here.
He was watching.
Listening to every whimper.
Every breathy utter of his name.
Then, you feel the sensation in between your legs take over. You pump your fingers faster and lazily begin to rub yourself to finish off. You squirm, murmuring his name in between breaths.
Nam Joon can’t stop watching the way your pussy spreads and how tiny your fingers are. Every time you squeeze his hand, his eyes dart to the way your pussy gets more swollen. On top of that, he loves the way your chest rises. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now.
He’d kill to lick them.
To bite them.
To suck on them.
Fuck it.
Maybe he should fold.
So lost in thought, he misses it. In a blink of an eye, you cum and let out a lewd moan. As you catch your breath, you let go of his hand and massage your pussy.
“Are you finished?” Nam Joon asks.
You let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It was fun but honestly? I’m still horny.”
“Not good enough?”
“You tell me,” you grab his hand and tug him to your pussy.
He didn’t expect it.
It’s too late for him. By the time he registered what you were doing, his fingers were already inbetween your folds. You hold his wrist and control the way he touches you. Dragging his hands up and down, you feel tingles begin again.
“See? I came, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Nam Joon stutters for the first time tonight. “So wet.”
You scoff. “I usually cum more than this… This is so weird! I don’t get what I did wrong. I thought of you as usual—”
“Princess…” He takes his hand away, signaling you that you’re crossing the line. Shrugging, you offer him an innocent look. “Don’t.”
“Taste me,” you suggest. “If you don’t like the way I taste then you can go back to your little spot over there and do whatever you want. You can keep listening and watching me pleasure myself… But just know, I won’t cum for a long time. I’m horny as fuck but I just can’t get off all by myself! It’s too hard… Deal?”
“Deal? You’re insane,” he grumbles. “Do you hear yourself?”
“I do…” you assure him. “Do you hear me? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. You can stand over there—hey, I’ll even let you jerk off—or you can do it yourself. Make me cum. Fuck me as hard as you can. Take what you want. Your choice.”
Nam Joon gulps as you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. Tilting your head at him, you look into his eyes and wait for his decision.
Nam Joon waits for a second too long.
Your gaze softens as you take his silence as a no. That’s okay. You can just keep touching yourself and drag it out longer. It’d be fun for you anyway… This was his loss.
As you pull away, just as you’re about to lay down, Nam Joon cups your cheeks and crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you deep, slipping his tongue in. You waste no time, finding his tongue and sucking on it as he pull away for air. You smile against his kiss, and continue to make out with him. His hands travel from your cheeks to your breast and holy shit.
You’re so fucking happy.
He palms your breasts and pays special attention to your nipples. They’re so hard and sensitive. He knows it. So, he takes his time.
First, he pitches them lightly. You gasp and he laughs into the kiss. Mumbling, “sorry, sorry… my bad, princess,” into your kiss. He runs his thumb over your nipples, stimulating your drive evn more. He then twists them and earns another gasp from you. This time, a moan follows. Next, he cups your entire breast with his hands and squeezes them. Pulling away from the kiss, he scrunches your top over your breasts and dives in.
He licks your nipples, slaps your breasts, and bites them.
God, when he bites them—
“O-okay, okay,” you stop him, “gonna need you to start fucking me or else I’m gonna cum with you just doing this.”
“Like me that much?” he teases.
You glare at him. “Might lose interest after seeing your dick though.”
With that, Nam Joon folds.
He towers over you, as your hands instantly make their way to unbutton his shirt. Midway through, he kisses you. It’s deep and desperate—like he has wanted this for so long too.
When his shirt is off, you move on to unbuckle his belt. You do it as quickly as possible, ever so happy to finally be able to see his length. Taking his pants off, he tosses them aside.
You can’t believe it.
His cock is so perfect.
It’s chiseled like it’s meant to be art.
“Okay, y-yeah,” you choke. “I’m interested.”
Before he can even respond, Nam Joon throws his head back from the pleasure of you sucking his dick. Holy shit, you just went for it.
As your mouth wraps around his tip, you take in how he tastes. The precum that sat in the crease of his tip was a little salty. He tastes even better the more you suck. His cock in your mouth is so big. It’s full, girthy, and long. Without needing to try, his length hits the back of your throat multiple times. With teary eyes, you gag, choke, and slobber all of his fat cock.
Like a fucking dog.
Like a fucking bitch.
Like his fucking whore.
Nam Joon loves the sight.
He takes a handful of your hair and fucks himself deeper in your pretty mouth. This time, when his cock hits the back of your throat, he holds you still. You breathe in through your nose, sucking as much of him as you can. When you let out an intense gasp for air, he pulls away and feels his stomach twist as strings of your saliva drip.
Nam Joon repositions you.
He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. There, you let your hands roam his chest as he helps you take your shorts off. His pecks are large and rock-hard. You love the way they feel and as he takes heavy breaths in, you note the way his abs flex.
It’s such a beautiful sight.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Nam Joon scoffs, as he reaches for his dick. He pumps himself lazily before placing it at your entrance. “Want me so bad? Let’s see how much. Do you think you can last bouncing on my cock? You barely lasted 10 minutes fingering yourself. You were thinking about me too, right? Holding my hand and shit? Have you always been a fucking whore?”
You pout, nodding. “Yeah. I am such a fucking whore for you… I’ve been so patient. Did I wait well?”
Without warning, Nam Joon slaps you in the face.
“This is about me,” he growls. “You want me. You have me. You get to fuck me. Get that? You waited, and you got the prize. Me. Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job, slut. I’ll praise you when I want. Don’t ask for it. Understand?”
You nod.
He slaps your face again.
“Answer me, bitch.”
You bite your bottom lip. “I understand.”
“Good,” Nam Joon says, satisfied. “Whenever you’re ready…”
You purse your lips, asking for one more kiss. He kisses you, and as he does so, you take his cock and try to put it in. For some reason, perhaps because of how wet you are, his cock keeps slipping or your hole is just too fucking small for him. When he realizes what’s going on, he sits up a little.
In a low tone, he offers, “Here, I’ll help you put it in.”
You look at him as he guides it in. You watch how soft his gaze turns the minute you sink into his member. You swear he feels the butterflies too. As you adjust to his size, you begin to move a little. Rolling your hips, you also add a little bounce. For stability, you place your hands on his chest.
“That’s it,” he moans, “my slut is such a good girl.”
“Mhmm,” you breathe, “s-so good. You fill me up so good, Joon.”
As you ride him, you begin to feel more and more desperate for his cock to fuck you. This entire time, you had been doing all the work and goddamn it’s fucking exhausting. You slam your pussy onto his dick visciously, picking up the pace and trying to catch your orgasm—but you get so fucking tired.
It’s so annoying.
“I—” you cry, “a-agghhh!”
“I got you.”
Suddenly, Nam Joon wraps his arms around your body and holds you tight. It’s like a hug, but as he does it, he drills his fucking cock into you. Like never before, you feel his length reach spots you missed as you rode him. Nam Joon drills like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so rough and intense, he slaps your ass while he’s at it. You’re constantly moaning, and at this point—
“You like it like this, little slut? Such a fucking whore for wanting it like this… Gonna take my cum? Gonna get so fucked up you can��t walk tomorrow?”
“Mhmmm,” you sob. “Yes, I want it like this. J-just like that! Fuck yes, yes, yes!”
“You think about this, huh? Always imagining how it’d be like for me to fuck you? Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy? Greedy little bitch always gets what she wants, huh?”
“So happy,” you gasp. “I love your cock. You’re so good to me, Joon.”
Something inside him flips. He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way this feels and is even more in love with the way that it’s with you. With that being said…
He fucks you harder.
Rough, sloppy, messy.
It’s so fucking good that you grip onto his hair and let out a few sobs. You murmur his name into his ear and your pussy clenches every time he kisses you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and concentrate on how blissful this all is. After a few moments—
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—”
You cum.
But it doesn’t stop there.
Even though you came, he didn’t.
Nam Joon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his. Feeling the sensation, he curls his toes and digs his cock deep into you as he releases. Nam Joon stuffs his cum inside you, and pumps in and out a few more times.
Then, he leaves it inside.
As his cum spills, he keeps his cock inside you. Too tired to pull out, but also too in his head. He wants this to last longer than it has. He wants it again if possible… But that’s asking for too much. He knows it.
Without exchanging any words, you lift your face and lean in. You and Nam Joon make out, nice and slow. It’s so opposite from what you two were just doing… But it was nice. You even play with his hair as you two kiss. He likes it. You know he does because he smirks against your lips.
When you pull away, it’s like a wave of emotions hit Nam Joon.
What the fuck did he just do?
He isn’t sure what to say or to do… All he knows is that it was good. It was fun. He had wanted this moment for a while too. Is that something he should regret? Getting what he has wanted and waited for? He doesn’t know.
As you two lay beside one another, you reach for him and curl into his embrace. Quickly, you fall asleep. The entire thing tired you out. Nam Joon contemplates if he should get up and resume to his usual service… Or should he just lay here? Be with you?
Was that an option?
Either way, he knows one things for sure…
He’d be here in the morning.
To protect you.
To fuck you.
To be yours.
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him | kim namjoon
"hey, you listening?" you ask as you make your way out of the bathroom and into the room your fiancé was situated.
"yes" he simply answers, voice calm and eyes and hands leaving his book to look at you.
when your eyes find his, you stop - on your tracks and your train of thought - to drink on the sight.
there he was, the reason you’re even planning and thinking about what is supposed to be the biggest and best day of your life for the last three months, since he dropped on one knee to ask for your hand - and later, to give you a glimpse of why you’ll need more than a week for your honeymoon.
there he was, hair growing over his neck - less than a mullet, just like you asked him to grow it into -, bare and pretty face, big and buff limbs glowing as the warm, small light from your lampshade illuminated them. sharp eyes, yet so calm and serene gaze expecting your next words.
speaking of them,
where exactly did they go?
“honey?” his deep voice asks with a small side grin, which you want to slap him for. does he thinks he’s helping you and your reasoning, when all you can think about is how remarkably low it is?
him, him, him. everything about him. all about him. him.
“right” you come back to earth, hands on your hips, “so... about our wedding”, you start, but can’t help and feel funny under his gaze, shrugging it off with an old, stupid joke of yours, “let’s end it off- nah i’m joking, but for real-”
as dumb as it is, it never fails to rip a small chuckle out of your sweet soon-to-be husband, and you swear to god it’s the prettiest sound in the world.
if it was possible to fall in love twice with the same person without even falling out of the first time, you’re sure his laughter would be responsible for it.
and once again, you’re standing there like an idiot, watching the other idiot that knows exactly what he’s doing when his lower lip gets pulled back by his teeth, and you feel like a teenager for the tenth time in the last 3 minutes. “...you okay, babe?”
just let your thoughts win and grab him, for god’s sake.
“i can’t keep my hands off of you” you confess, arms giving up, sighing and faking a frustrated face that could never be convincing. not when your legs are already folding and making their way onto his lap, slowly crawling with your knees to the only place you never get sick of in the world.
him, him, him. his skin, his warmth, his embrace.
everything about him. all about him.
“now why would i ever want you to do that?” he asks smoothly, hands immediately finding your waist and burning up your skin. his eyes held such a welcoming stare, you wish you could just say ‘i do’ right now and have him all for yourself ‘til your last day on earth.
“no but i do have something to say” you remember yourself and him, hands finding his waist and caressing around it - waist, tummy, chest, bones, everything you could find and paint with your own touch. “i was thinking, and maybe, we should throw a little something before the actual wedding, you know? like a pre-wedding thing”
he observes you, head slightly hanging to the side as his curiosity get to him.
“not that i don’t think it’s enough or anything!” you assure him, fingers going through his small silver chain that held your proposal ring in. “you’re gonna like this, hear me out: we probably want to drink our asses off. that’s just how we roll, right? but i know myself, and i know my limits... i’ll be straight up with you: i don’t think my insides can take cake, korean food and alcohol the way i wish it would.”
and there it is, one more laughing sound of his, but this time, a louder, bigger one.
the dumbass is laughing at your costs, now.
“you really can’t function outside of the ‘8 or 80′ style, can you?” his right hand flicks your forehead lightly “dumbass.”
“pardon? i didn’t ask for a funny tummy and i certainly don’t want it messed up at my own wedding. that’s a huge ass reason to throw a small something a few days before!” you interject, quickly pinching his sides, earning a cute squirm from him. “plus, i don’t wanna be bloated when i’m wearing my wedding dress.”
with that, he just stares at you for a second, and lets out a fair question as his eyes narrow at your intentions, “you’re not plotting this just because of that, are you?”
another thing you could easily hold accountable for a second fall for him: his caring.
handling and watching you more intently than yourself, sometimes.
god, it’s almost embarrassing how much you love this in him.
“no. and you know that. i really do have a suck ass stomach, you’ve seen how bad it gets” you say, easing his sudden seriousness, and with that you smile at him “plus, i want other korean stuff turning my insides out...”
he interrupts you with most delicious laugh you’ve heard in a long time - since the last time he laughed this hard (last than a day before). “ “god, you’re gross! okay, i see your point.”
“i knew you would. now, this can be very s-small,” you get into the details of your plan and his hands betray his incredulous gaze, as they travel down to the small of your back and rest on your ass, softly caressing it an earning a small tremble in your voice. “less than 20 people, your closest friends, my closes friends, a bar with at least 5 of the 10 drink options we’re having in the menu... we can bring the same flavor of cake...” your eyes keep scanning his beautiful face and the loving eyes he gives you, admiring the thought you put behind your little plan. “we can even wear a tie and a small veil! so everybody knows about it! who knows? maybe we even get a free drink. gotta milk our options out, baby.”
at that, you expect him to give you one more nice chuckle, or even a light slap on the butt, but he decides not to. instead his hands press you against his own lower body, and his plump lips attach themselves to the side of your neck. you let out a small sigh followed by a light chuckle “i’m serious!”
“i know you are” he defends himself, lips travelling north to your jaw and cheek, leaving hard pecks, making you smile like you’re high “you’re irresistible, that’s all”
you know for a fact he felt your pulse stumbling, fumbling and failing as his lips kept kissing you.
“enough for you to say yes?” you take advantage of his sweet words.
“i’m marrying you, isn’t that enough of an answer?” he asks, facing you with the most whipped out smile you’ve ever seen. “sure. anything for you.” you smile wildly at him, heart throbbing and lips mumbling a small ‘thanks’ as you peck his lips. “i can search for that bar, too.”
god, why is he so freaking him?
of course he can.
“yeah?”
“yeah.” he responds, smile never leaving his mouth, cheekily giving you his trademark wink along with it.
“you..... ugh!” your hands tangle ins his hair and your lips attack his just like you did when he proposed to you. your kiss is urgent, desperate even, and still, he manages to laugh against it. he pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and heart to heart, hands dancing around your ass.
you could never get sick of this place.
“fucking love you. can’t wait to put this ring on your finger” you pull back and confess, lips ghosting his as you watch your hands travel back to his chain.
“you and i both” he agrees, eyes and hand mirroring yours, gasping a bit. “can’t wait to see you in that dress” fingers caressing your whole torso: spectrum, under-boob, ribcage, waist, “and take it off.”
oh, are you longing for that honeymoon.
“and you will” you peck him again, “‘cause now i don’t need to care about my tummy”
his laughs fills your room and your eardrums with the most beautiful sound you can point out. his head fall back to the wall behind and his eyes close, and you wish you could have this sight and this sight only for the rest of your life.
“yes, your tummy is well taken care of”
“and that’s for you, too. i need my newly husband a hundred percent conscious and collected for the after party”
he lightly tsks at you "if i were you, i’d wish the opposite” he slowly grabs your ass and kisses the back of your ear. god, he feels like a delicious poison. “plus, i don’t think i can stay collected after watching you down that aisle.”
“you and i both” you repeat his words, head resting on his shoulder. “thank you, i owe you one.” and leaving a small kiss on his jaw.
“show me the dress?”
“never.”
“but i’ll search for the bar.”
“you did that on yourself.”
he jokingly scoffs and mumbles a small ‘fine’, and you fall in love with him all over again.
“but i’ll give you a hint. it’s white.”
“shut up.”
“make me.”
and he looks down at you, small smirk painting his face.
“yeah? wanna pay it back now?” he asks mischievously, as his finger trace your lower lip.
“i just might” you respond, kissing his thumb. his eyes hold a darker tone, and as your bodies almost mold into one with the proximity you’re in, you can feel just how much he might want it.
“...still wanted to see that dress, though.” he jokes, and you return to your position facing him, lightly slapping his rigid chest. he catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, softly kissing it, and travelling to the back of your hand.
“that gives bad luck, dumbass.”
as he keeps kissing your knuckles, his other hand ghost over your thigh, enticing you and making you shiver deliciously.
because that’s what he does. namjoon makes you stumble, tremble, flutter, shiver and fall.
him, him, him.
everything about him. all about him.
“you’re all the luck i need.”
him, him, him.
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𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞
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“Is that…Gw—Gwi-Nam?” On-Jo splutters, unsteadily clutching onto your arm with one hand.
“I wish it wasn’t.”
Gwi-Nam hurdles over the banister easily, locked in on a sole target, disregarding Su-Hyeok battling with multiple belligerent zombies in the corner. In the meantime, Cheong-San shakes himself out of his reverie, coming back from his momentarily lapse after being frozen in place due to Gwi-Nam’s unsolicited presence, smacking the latter clear across the face with a folded tripod still gripped stringently in both hands. If it were any other person—any normal human being—that harsh contact of the metal bookplate would have resulted in a broken facial skeleton in the best-case scenario, and death in the worst.
But, Gwi-Nam is no ordinary human being—not anymore.
He calmly twists his cracked neck back into position, bending it with a harsh snap whilst leering psychotically.
On-Jo is a mess next to you, panicking as she breathes out shallowly through her nose. Both down below and above, misfortune is running high.
Decidedly, On-Jo switches places with Dae-Su, Wu-Jin, and Joon-Yeong, doing everything in her power to get through the sealed exit with the full force of her petite body. The three boys instantly aid in grappling with the slowly slipping tarp, weighed down by a constant stream of incoming zombies.
You chew on your lip hard as you see Gwi-Nam hauling Cheong-San by the collar toward him, free hand gradually moving closer toward his head. Cheong-San shouldn’t have to be the one dealing with the repercussions alone, particularly since you and him were in it together, having sent Gwi-Nam to his alleged demise. ‘No one gets left behind’ has been the tacit rule from the start of the outbreak, and Cheong-San was one of the uppermost people you couldn’t sacrifice, even less so in this kind of way.
Not being able to take it anymore, you surge down the stairwell, indistinctly cognizant of another set of footsteps padding behind you. Without a care for the consequences, you use all your strength to wrench Gwi-Nam’s hand backward.
“Perfect,” Gwi-Nam sneers, swiveling his head to the right, lopsided eye socket fixated on you as the good one glances lazily away from Cheong-San. “Just the people I wanted to see.”
Despite being skilled enough to fight off any other opponent in combat thanks to your father’s training, Gwi-Nam casts you to the floor effortlessly, hand now back to gripping Cheong-San’s face, thumb digging into his orbital cavity with ill intent to gouge, smirking all the while. “An eye for an eye will suffice.”
Precipitously, Nam-Ra is alongside you, helping you back to your feet before sidestepping over your form, hoisting Gwi-Nam into the air by his neck, her fingers curling and digging into the soft flesh. “Why didn’t you die? Why won’t you die?”
Gazing up in shock, you notice one of Nam-Ra’s eyes has turned red, veins encircling her pupil. Sounds of shattering bones make you turn the other way, seeing Gwi-Nam floundering pathetically.
“What the hell?” With a final expletive from Gwi-Nam, Nam-Ra flings him like a ragdoll down onto the still-stretched blue canvas, his body a projectile to topple all remaining zombies lingering on the steps.
Cheong-San gapes at her like a fish out of water, but Nam-Ra is more incredulous at what she had just done, staring down at her shaking hands, eye now having returned to normal. You cover her hands with yours and they stop juddering instantaneously, just as the characteristic sound of the fire alarm goes off.
“Guys! The door is open!” On-Jo yells over the brash wailing as everyone whips their heads in her direction.
“One, two, three!” Su-Hyeok counts off, Cheong-San combining his efforts with the taller boy to shunt away the few zombies who managed to get their bearings straight and climbed back up in the interim.
Knowing they’re now good enough to be left alone, you pull Nam-Ra onto the rooftop in time to see a helicopter taking off. Mixed cries for it to come back, to look down at the survivors still standing strong below goes unheard. If you could put imagery to the definition of hopelessness, it would be this; here, where kids are begging to be saved in the abandonment of adults.
The same time that Cheong-San sinks to the floor in enervation after him and Su-Hyeok slam the steel doors closed, Hyo-Ryung also collapses to the ground in dejection, mourning the elusive chance of salvation.
At Nam-Ra’s sudden turning of her body toward the door seconds later, you also follow, her hand remaining clasped in yours, still warm to the touch.
Relentless punches on the other side forces Cheong-San to stand upright, gaze unmoving from the doorknobs; the last in the series finishes with a dent, molded into the outline of a fist. Having now enduringly shut once again, there’s no passage any longer through the entrance.
“What the fuck…” Dae-Su slurs, ultimately dropping the metal rod he was wielding.
“Gwi-Nam left,” Nam-Ra states, notifying the group. “His scent no longer loiters, and I can’t hear his breathing as clearly now.”
“What happened?” Cheong-San directs at Su-Hyeok. “Didn’t you say he fell from the fourth floor?”
Su-Hyeok shoves his hands in his pants pocket and nods. “He did. I hurled him through a window.”
“So, tell me then, how did he survive?”
“Maybe he doesn’t die, or he resurrects every time he does?” Su-Hyeok looks at the door and exhales. “I don’t know anymore.”
“Now he’s neither human nor zombie,” Cheong-San drones. “Do you two remember that one girl we ran into in the staff lounge?”
“Eun-Ji,” you supply.
Su-Hyeok makes a sound of agreement. “Labeling her as abnormal would be an understatement.”
Cheong-San stares off into space, analyzing. “Gwi-Nan’s like her, isn’t he?”
“Perhaps something similar, yeah,” Su-Hyeok answers, irresolute.
“What if Nam-Ra is the same?” Cheong-San looks your way, and Nam-Ra tightens her hold on your hand, endeavoring to conceal herself behind you.
“Stop,” you say, shaking your head. “She saved you—saved all of us. Please don’t act like this.” You take a step forward and voice out, much quieter, “We made him into what he is now, whether we intended to or not.” Nam-Ra’s looking at the floor when you peek over your shoulder at her. “Nam-Ra’s fine,” you emphasize, “and she’ll continue to be.”
Cheong-San’s eyes shift guiltily. “You can’t guarantee what will happen later on.”
“There’s nothing we can guarantee right now either,” you retort. “Cheong-San…” you plead, catching his eye.
“Alright,” he concedes, giving in. “Let’s make sure we survive, then.” He leaves without another word, effectively ending the discussion to make his way toward everyone else rifling through various piles of leftover material strewn around.
Nam-Ra goes off on her own afterward, and you and Su-Hyeok help rummage for arbitrary pieces that could be used to shape the ‘SOS’ letters following On-Jo’s nearly forgotten plan from however long ago.
“This piece is too big!” On-Jo rejects a thin slab of wood Joon-Yeong hands to her.
“How about this one?” he proffers, as Dae-Su lifts a metal base foundation up, proud, before On-Jo resolutely turns down both his and Joon-Yeong’s choices.
Wu-Jin’s finds prove to be more successful, the gathered bright yellow standees desirably suitable and eye-catching. “Joon-Yeong, can you climb up top and see how this looks?”
After scaling the short rooftop ladder, Joon-Yeong makes a picture frame with his hands at eye-level, miming capturing a shot. “For starters…” he trails off, sucking air through his teeth in dissatisfaction, “the ‘O’ is a bit narrow.”
“You heard him!” Wu-Jin repeats. “Since the ‘O’ is too tapered, can you hand me that lengthy wood piece, Dae-Su?” Remarkably, his friend points to an unambiguous chunk, asking for confirmation wordlessly as Wu-Jin reaches to accept it. “Yeah, yeah, that one.”
“I don’t know about you guys,” On-Jo declares, tilting her head to one side, assessing, “but I feel as though the letters should appear larger than they do right now.” She looks up at Joon-Yeong still on higher ground. “Anything else?”
“Well, since you’re asking—” Joon-Yeong pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “—the ‘S’ is too short. How about we fill that spot too?” Turning this way and that, he remains malcontent. “Overall, the letters are quite squished also. Spreading them out will be better.” Everybody heeds the barrage of propositions, taking it in stride, and obediently goes through with revisions.
Dae-Su ascents up next to Joon-Yeong after a while of shifting pieces around on the ground. “Guys, come take a look. We did pretty good work, all things considered.” He beckons the group with his hand, and one by one, everyone congregates on the ledge to survey the outcome.
“There’s no way you can miss this signal,” Joon-Yeong begins, before reverting back to nitpicking mode as he catches sight of something else in need of tweaking. “In my opinion, the word line is still a smidge crooked, and the second ‘S’ is dwarfed in size compared to the other two letters.”
“Ever the perfectionist,” you lark out, tapping him on the shoulder. “It’s okay, we did our best. As long as the rescuers are literate, they’ll swing down here, regardless of aesthetics.” Joon-Yeong acquiesces, and everyone takes that as a cue to head back down.
Dae-Su squats and moves a corner piece absentmindedly. While brushing his hands together to clear them of dust, he vents, inquisitive, “What does ‘SOS’ mean?”
On-Jo is perched on a chair, looking at him expressionlessly. “It’s a distress signal.”
“I know that…but what does it stand for?”
“Nothing; it doesn’t stand for anything. ‘SOS’ is just ‘SOS,’ and that’s it.” You smile to yourself at On-Jo’s conviction, wondering how much longer you can watch these two bickering when you know the answer. Pulling up a chair next to her, you sit down with your legs crossed and regard the two conversing, amused. Ji-Min and Hyo-Ryung are in the same boat as you, speechless at the flow of discourse.
“Eyyy,” Dae-Su drawls, eyeing On-Jo, unimpressed. “There’s no such thing. Everything has a meaning. Plus, why would people use it for something so vital if there’s no gist?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
Trying to make sense of it, you can just about see the gears turning in Dae-Su’s head as he mumbles to himself, “To be rescued quickly, ‘SOS…’ Speed of Save?” He looks back at On-Jo, seemingly struck with epiphany, causing you to stifle your hilarity.
On-Jo clucks her tongue at him disappointingly. “Why ask if you didn’t aim to believe me in the first place?”
“I thought you’d know!” Dae-Su ripostes, somewhat bothered. “Clearly not.”
“I do know! Just look it up and you’ll see I’m right!” Crossing her arms, she nearly scowls at his outright questioning of her knowledge given her father’s occupation as a first responder.
“Whatever,” Dae-Su grumbles, looking the other way. “How can I search for the answer when I don’t even have my phone?”
In the midst of the heated debate, Cheong-San saunters over, clueless. “What is it? Why is everyone sulking?”
“I asked On-Jo here what ‘SOS’ meant, but she said it has no import.” After explaining the situation, he glances at On-Jo cursorily, badgering. “If you don’t know, you can just say so.”
“What I’m saying is true,” she accounts doggedly.
“What she’s saying is true,” Cheong-San defends baselessly, parroting.
“It is?” Dae-Su considers one of his closest friends’ words, leaning toward his side for the time being.
“Yeah, On-Jo is correct. Why won’t you trust her?”
At the mention of On-Jo’s name again, Dae-Su declines to believe he’s wrong and twirls his head your way. “Hey, Y/N, you’re smart, right?”
“I would like to think so,” you say in between giggles at his blunt question.
“Can you tell me what ‘SOS’ stands for?”
“Why, you little—" On-Jo twitches, but Cheong-San holds her back, not that she’d be able to do much damage to Dae-Su anyhow.
“Forget it. Let him be,” Cheong-San settles.
“Back then, ships used the signal in times of distress but with dots and dashes; Morse code basically. ‘SOS’ is recognized internationally as a call for help, and the acronym can mean either “Save our Ship,” or “Save Our Souls.” Finished with your information drop, you look around to see On-Jo’s expression of betrayal and Dae-Su’s winning grin, albeit still a little dubious.
“Hah! On-Jo was wrong!” Dae-Su pumps a fist into the air celebrating for the time being, before rethinking. “Thanks Y/N, but I’m going to ask Nam-Ra for a second opinion since you’re ranked third and she’s first.”
On-Jo slaps you on the shoulder and you laugh at the expression on her face, not even affronted by Dae-Su’s refreshingly frank remark, given its truthful nature.
Cheong-San looks between the two of you, puzzled. “So, which one of you girls is correct?”
“Yah! You don’t trust me, your best friend?” On-Jo asks, glaring.
“No,” Cheong-San deadpans.
“It’s cute that you took her side despite being skeptical,” you tease, watching Cheong-San fidget, but doesn’t alter his stance on the matter.
On-Jo gets up and promptly kicks him to the floor in petty revenge. “We should start a fire,” she suggests nonchalantly, disregarding Cheong-San in crippling pain on the floor. “The sun will set soon.”
You, Ji-Min, and Hyo-Ryung turn to one another before bursting into a fit of giggles, forgetting about the prior hardships for a split second. In that moment—just for a moment, it’s evocative of a normal school day.
You’re drawn back to reality though, as before long, the group has their heads together, crouching over a pile of wood chips trying to manually start a fire. Squished between Su-Hyeok and Wu-Jin, you observe as On-Jo strains to twist a stick into the pile as fast as she can, though oddly enough, her strength runs out even quicker. “Next person!” Yielding, she stands up and makes way for Joon-Yeong, passing over the twig after delivering minimal effort.
“Already?!” he asks in disbelief, settling down regardless. Surprisingly, he makes a lot of progress, if the loud sound of the wood pieces scraping together is any indication.
“You’ll get tired at the rate you’re going!” Dae-Su cautions. “Slow down, buddy!”
From your left, Wu-Jin backhands his shoulder, trying to shut him up. “We won’t get any closer to starting a fire if he proceeds slowly!”
“Never mind, Joon-Yeong,” Dae-Su changes his words right away. “Do it faster! Come on! More!” The 180-degree turn in his tone is practically comical, his mouth moving speedily to match the exact meaning of his words.
“That doesn’t sound right at all,” Wu-Jin looks at him, repulsed. “Can’t you rephrase that?”
“Ah!” Joon-Yeong suddenly yelps, holding his wrist now cramped up from the external stress factors. Dramatically, he rears away. “I can’t do this.”
“Aish, step back.” Dae-Su shoulders Joon-Yeong lightly out of the way and takes on the task at hand, much to the frustration of the whole group at his ineffective form.
“Should we kill him?” Wu-Jin addresses, sorely disappointed. “Why are your hands clinched and your eyes closed, Dae-Su?”
“What are you praying for?” you joke, playing along. Wu-Jin smiles down at you, delighted that you’re adding to his pestering of Dae-Su.
“For all the single people of this bunch—myself included,” Dae-Su replies without hesitation.
“Stop praying for things that won’t come true, and wish for a fire instead, idiot,” Wu-Jin scolds, slapping his friend upside the head.
“I’m trying, but this is a difficult process. It’s not working.” Dae-Su presses the wooden stick into your hand, and Wu-Jin hits him even harder. “Ladies first, amirite?”
Using all your might, you coil against the kindling with as much pressure as you can apply, Su-Hyeok placing his face nearly to the floor, blowing air into the wood pile consistently. With his help, you can only hope the oxygen inserted will get the sparks going.
“Wait, wait, isn’t that smoke?” Wu-Jin points elatedly, close to knocking you over as he huddles in to see.
“Here,” Nam-Ra offers, and everyone looks up at her in astonishment as she pulls a lighter from her skirt pocket, jutting it forward. In your haste, you had absolutely forgotten about Nam-Ra owning a flammable object. “You should use this. I smoke,” she confesses candidly as multiple pair of eyes gawk at her. “So, you don’t want it?” She makes to take it back, but you grab it and she sighs, relieved for the lack of judgment.
You hold the lighter in your dominant hand, thumb on the serrated spark wheel at the top and roll it down quickly into the ignition button, transferring the flame into the kindling.
A fire roars to life instantaneously.
“You know, Nam-Ra,” you praise, looking up at her as she lights up at your next words, “you really are number one.”
The flames rapidly settle into steady flickers, pulsing, much like a heart, and for every beat, you’re reminded that there’s still hope slowly, but surely, growing.
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Even with the blaze burning in the middle to warm everyone seated around it, the night air is frigid, coldness gradually seeping all the way to your bones. You huddle nearer to Su-Hyeok for body heat, and once he notices you shivering, he makes to remove his blazer, but you shake your head.
“Then you’ll be cold,” you fret, placing your hand over his to halt his actions.
Su-Hyeok swathes you in his jacket anyway, the garment engulfing you completely. “Better me than you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, we can share.” You scoot a bit closer in order to wrap the blazer over both of your shoulders. Su-Hyeok grins to himself, drawing you ever closer by the waist until there’s no semblance of space where you’re pressed into his side. His arm slides behind your back to rest featherlight on your hip, concealed from view of the others under the fabric.
He lazily turns to Dae-Su after, wanting to break the silence that fell over the group. “How did your audition go, Dae-Su?”
“I was told to lose weight,” Dae-Su murmurs, elbow on thigh and head resting in his fist. He outbreaths, glowering into the fire pit aimlessly.
“That’s unfair and uncalled for,” you scoff. “The panel had no right to judge anything, aside from your singing.”
“Thanks for the support, Y/N.” Dae-Su smiles sincerely at you, nodding his head in gratitude. “But they made their decision.”
“What a shame,” Su-Hyeok agrees. “You’re a good singer, though.” He nudges Dae-Su seated next to him. “Why don’t you sing for us? I’d be honored to hear it.”
Despite Su-Hyeok going about it nicely and genuinely, Dae-Su declines. “I don’t know if I want to.”
Joon-Yeong pulls his legs inward, hugging his knees to his chest, joining in on the conversation. “I really do like that song.”
Dae-Su perks up at the acknowledgment, less down than before. “You really mean that?”
“Of course,” Joon-Yeong assures. “I wouldn’t say so if I didn’t.
“So,” Su-Hyeok hints, beaming at Dae-Su’s now more relaxed composure. “Will you sing for us? We could use some cheering up.”
Due to the outpour of positive encouragement, Dae-Su clears his throat and begins to sing, the melody floating through the lyrics detailing reminiscent school days now seemingly so far out of reach with no point of return:
“Let’s go once everything’s over; let’s go anywhere. Once we’re done studying twelve hours a day, and once the annoying sounds are over, let’s go hand in hand, but let’s not run.”
Su-Hyeok grabs at your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you lock eyes. The light of the fire flashes strongly in his molten-brown orbs, passionate colors simmering akin to the affection he harbors for you, and you hope the embers of those feelings will never burn out.
Here, Dae-Su looks around the circle at every single classmate, and the group easily joins in, singing the next lines together:
“Let’s try walking slowly. Is that drool or sweat pooled on the workbook? No one notices the plop, plop, plop, or the falling raindrops…
What is boiling? Simmer, simmer. Ah, it’s mom’s doenjang stew, and a bowl of instant noodles in front of the TV which plays nothing but static…
Let’s go anywhere together.”
When the song ends, you can’t help but wistfully think about being able to leave this whole mess behind and run far, far, away, hoping against hope to bring all the people sitting here along with you; only if you could.
“What a nice song,” Hyo-Ryung breathes out, content.
Dae-Su gasps, hand placed across his chest, overemotionally astounded. “That’s the first nice thing you’ve said to me, since didn’t you formerly reduce it to a subpar composition?”
“I did, but that was before I listened attentively to it. Now, I think it’s calming, in a way.” Hyo-Ryung plays with her shoes idly, lost in the echoes of the song.
“That was really heartening, Dae-Su,” Joon-Yeong compliments. “Thank you for lifting our spirits.”
Dae-Su beams widely back at Joon-Yeong, and you smile at the stirring sight between friends, before getting distracted. It’s hard not to overhear when Nam-Ra is sitting next to you, with On-Jo on her right, so you tune in to their exchange.
“Nam-Ra, when did you start smoking?” On-Jo is tentative, but inquiring at the same time. Even though she’s susurrant, it’s quiet save for occasional cracks from the fire, and you’re well aware that the group might be listening as well.
“Since the 8th grade,” Nam-Ra replies openly. “When you have neither friends nor an outlet to relieve stress, you resort to unhealthy habits, I guess.”
On-Jo tightens her white hoodie around herself, prodding gently. “Did you ever think that you were in need of a friend—even if it’s just one?”
“I wasn’t sure then.” Hesitating, Nam-Ra pauses before adding as an afterthought, “And even now, I’m still not sure either.” She turns to you and smiles, placing a hand on your forearm. “But that was before Y/N gradually crept her way into my inner circle and introduced me to all of you.” You place your free hand over hers, patting in acknowledgment.
On-Jo barrels on, truthful but sensitive all the same. “You always put up a wall all those years, retreating back into your self-created silence with your earphones in to dismiss the world. At first, I thought you couldn’t care less for any of us.”
“I never disliked you guys.” Nam-Ra looks down at her hands before gazing over at On-Jo. “I was meekly reluctant…I didn’t know what getting close to people entailed, or how to get close to them. I didn’t want to drive anyone away either, so I figured nothing would have to change if I kept to myself; just like smoking, old habits do die hard. I got used to being alone so much that I forgot it’s possible to still be an independent individual while simultaneously seeking human dependence.”
“To be honest, Prez,” Hyo-Ryung gets Nam-Ra’s attention before continuing, “this whole time I thought you considered us beneath you, being better off and all. I continuously imagined there was this vast carelessness about you that no one would be able to get through.”
Nam-Ra takes no offense to any of that, nodding along in understanding, appearing quite welcoming of the sudden heart-to-heart that would never happen under any other circumstances but this.
“There were times,” Joon-Yeong starts, “when I wished you weren’t around.”
Ji-Min shoots him a look, stunned. “Aren’t you two buddy-buddy? I thought it was that way, seeing as how you’re ranked as the top two geniuses.”
Joon-Yeong bobs his head, but negates the statement at the same time. “Sure, but that’s the reason why I despised her in the beginning. No matter how hard I tried, or studied until my eyes felt like they would bleed, I always fell short of first place.” He looks at Nam-Ra, and says in all seriousness, “Though, it’s okay now. I reason I was able to come in second thanks to Nam-Ra. The competition made me a better student, and being able to divulge this to her face now without bitter feelings anymore is making me into a better person...and friend.”
Beside you, Nam-Ra curls her lips upward faintly, rather touched at the sentiment of newfound companions even in the midst of bleakness.
“Come on now, second place is good too,” Dae-Su consoles. “I barely escape coming in at 20th.” He holds out a clenched hand toward Su-Hyeok proudly. “Right, partner in crime?” The two fist bump and you repress your laughter at the waggish expression that crosses Dae-Su’s face.
“Aish. Why would you compare yourself to Joon-Yeong?” Hyo-Ryung purses her lips together in displeasure.
“I’m just saying, is all,” Dae-Su huffs out, rolling his eyes before turning to Hyo-Ryung in full-on suspicion mode. “Why do you always jump down my throat when I say something. Do you…perhaps… like me?”
A resounding slap resonates on the rooftop as Hyo-Ryung doesn’t dawdle in striking Dae-Su as though she were trying to repel an annoying insect. “Do you have a death wish?!”
Ignoring her protest, Dae-Su plows on. “I’ll put it out here in the open so that you don’t get your hopes up, or expect more from me than you can receive and wind up hurt.” Hyo-Ryung’s mouth hangs open, appalled at the groundless accusation. “I like someone else, so please don’t save your feelings for me.”
Hyo-Ryung sends another punch into Dae-Su’s shoulder, and this time he rubs at the spot, visibly in pain. “No problem, because let me put this straight. I’m. Not. Interested,” she enunciates, a thwack following after every word.
“Wait,” Joon-Yeong questions, prying. “Who do you like, then?”
Wu-Jin grouses seeing a goofy smile stretch across Dae-Su’s face, about to split it, metaphorically and literally. “He’s a total lunatic, I swear.”
You and Su-Hyeok point animatedly at Wu-Jin.
“Ha-Ri Unnie from archery?!” Ji-Min gasps out. “You really are insane, huh?”
“Yes, I admit that I’m crazy—crazy in love.” Dae-Su puts both hands over his heart, eyes squeezed shut.
“Yah.” Wu-Jin drawls lowly, peeved. “Have you ever thought about what can happen if she rejects you? She’ll go crazy with arrows.”
“Cupid after my own heart,” Dae-Su heaves out fondly, kicking his feet.
Wu-Jin chuckles. “Alright, alright,” he compromises. “If we get out of here alive, I’ll tell Noona.”
Dae-Su’s eyes widen, beyond scandalized. “Will you really?!”
“Of course,” Wu-Jin smirks, and everyone but Dae-Su understands, struggling to conceal their giggles.
“About my crush?”
“No, to kill you in my stead.” Wu-Jin raps Dae-Su on the head. “My Noona is off limits, you fool.”
“Brother-in-law,” Dae-Su groans despondently, putting Wu-Jin in a headlock. “How could you do that to me?”
“Get off me, you pig!”
Dae-Su tackles Wu-Jin to the ground, the two wrestling around. “Will you seriously tell her?”
“It won’t be anything you want to hear though,” Wu-Jin retaliates.
“But I love her.”
The two stop their antics long enough when the mood becomes somber again.
“My mom and dad prepared everything for my transfer,” Ji-Min suddenly says. “They told me to head to Seoul, though I really didn’t want to. I wouldn’t have any friends upon arrival, and I was afraid of being the laughing stock for entitled, rich city kids. I didn’t know what to do.” She silences, looking to her left. “On-Jo gave me a great idea: cut school for five days and the principal would never in a million years write me a letter of recommendation, and I followed through with the plan. It’s because of her that I’m still present in Hyosan.” At those words, On-Jo cutely and smugly raises a peace sign, only to lower it the very next second, smile wiped off her face when she realizes Ji-Min isn’t done yet. “I should’ve gone, though, then maybe I wouldn’t have to be in the middle of this apocalypse.” No one knows how to reply, so Ji-Min’s little spiel is left hanging in the air.
Wu-Ji speaks up shortly after, the silence a conduit for sharing secrets. “Noona was deemed an archery prodigy ever since she was a child, so my family only concerned themselves with whether or not she’d make it onto the national team. They didn’t spare me even an ounce of attention.”
Now the brusque video message to his mother made a lot more sense, and you feel for him. How hard it must’ve been growing up always in the shadow of a sibling, especially one that you revere, like he does his sister.
“Aw, don’t be like that, brother-in-law,” Dae-Su intones affectionately. “You’ll always have me! How can you be sad?” Wu-Jin swings a hand out and neck-slices his friend, triggering Dae-Su to flop backward, gravity in on the body gag.
“Thank god, I have Dae-Su.” Wu-Jin sniggers as he turns back to see Dae-Su slowly rolling himself back up from the floor, struggling like an overturned cockroach in his attempts.
When Dae-Su is finally back in a sitting position, he shifts the conversation. “Since we’re all baring some truths here,” he leads. “What about crushes?”
You see Cheong-San grimace, snubbing. “Why?”
“It’s much better than talking about our shortcomings, that’s for sure. I feel like we all need something a little more positive than woe is me stories. Plus, I told you guys my crush, and now I’m nosy about yours.” Dae-Su shrugs, unashamedly authentic.
“I don’t know how positive the answers are going to be,” Cheong-San mutters, eyes peeking subtly at On-Jo from his peripheral vision.
“Liking someone is a good thing; it’s the most selfless form of infatuation,” Dae-Su pronounces, undeterred. “Isn’t it nice to have someone you always want to look out for and think about, even when they’re not around?”
“Yeah, it is,” Wu-Jin utters near inaudibly, sliding his eyes over the flames to look at you even though you’re none the wiser.
Wiggling his eyebrows, Dae-Su shifts his body to the right and pokes Su-Hyeok in the ribs. “Bare-Su, you’re popular, but you’ve always spurned confessions all these years. You must have someone you like, right?”
“Yeah, I do,” Su-Hyeok affirms, fondly. “Always have.”
You look down, trying to hide your smile as Dae-Su cups his face in both hands, gleeful. “Tell me more!”
“I’ve liked her for a long time, even before I knew what the word really meant. At first, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I never told her how much I adored her, or that my heart never stood a chance from the very first moment she smiled at me. Just…” Su-Hyeok breaks off, looking at you briefly and covertly. “I cherish her a lot; her intellect, her good heart, and her as a person. Every feeling—every emotion—on the spectrum of affection I have, and will have, is reserved only for her alone.”
“And?” Dae-Su prompts, absorbed, as are the others.
“I asked her to be mine.”
“What’d she say?” By now, Dae-Su is practically bouncing in one spot.
Smirking, Su-Hyeok merely goes about stretching his legs out toward the fire. “You’ll learn about it later.”
“Aish,” Dae-Su jostles him. “You’re no fun.”
“I can’t give you an ending when the story’s only just beginning…” Su-Hyeok trails off as Dae-Su gestures to you.
“Y/N, you’ve been grinning to yourself the whole time. Were you thinking about the person who caught your eye?”
You look over at Dae-Su sheepishly. Clearly, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. “I was,” you admit. “But I think about them all the time; every morning when I open my eyes, and every night when I turn out the lights. You know, when we were little, he gave me a dandelion flower to wish on and blew away the puffs of his own into the wind, refusing to tell me what he hoped for. I never told him either, but now that mine came true, I guess I can reveal it: I wished that we’d always be by each other’s sides, to whatever extent that may be. Even though it came to fruition, regardless of dreaming on dandelions, I know in my heart that he’ll be the one person to always stay, and I’ll never not do the same.
“You guys have got to stop leaving me hanging like this!” Dae-Su leans forward, nearly bent in half. “Anyway, what then?”
“I agreed to be his.”
“Wait…” Dae-Su looks back and forth, his pupils moving at an alarming speed. “Oh?” He points the index finger of his right hand at Su-Hyeok, before his head turns your way, left pointer finger aligning with your face as he repeats with more emphasis, “Oh.” Dae-Su’s two hands flap around, fingers crisscrossing between you and Su-Hyeok. “OHHHHHH. “You two are together!”
“No shit, Sherlock!” Hyo-Ryung scolds jokily. “You seriously only figured that out right now?”
“So, all that time everyone thought you guys were the campus couple even when you weren’t a couple and it was just…campus?”
“About time,” Cheong-San pipes up. “Do you know the amount of torture I went through over the years having to listen to you guys pining over one another in the absence of the other?” He simpers at you cheekily, dimple displayed clearly even in the dark. “I demand compensation.”
“Here.” You toss a rock at him, but he easily evades it, ducking away before it can hit him.
When you turn back around, Wu-Jin is solemnly staring impassively ahead into the flames, atypically silent even as the others unite in teasing.
Su-Hyeok leans in, trying to land a kiss on your cheek, but you place your hand against his mouth.
“Oh, he’s down bad,” Dae-Su voices, certain.
“Did you forget we have an audience?” you remind, removing your fingertips away an inch.
“No, I didn’t.” Su-Hyeok looks at you, putting on the most innocent face he can manage, before he sneaks around your hand and presses a quick peck to your lips. “Doesn’t matter to me, though.” Su-Hyeok chuckles jubilantly as you cover your face with your hands, shy.
“Now I want to do that with Ha-Ri Noona too.” Dae-Su pouts, seriously upset.
“Try it if you want her to sew your lips together with archery bowstrings.” Wu-Jin looks at Dae-Su with varying levels of distaste, and you titter at the easy-to-imagine scenario. He catches your eye hearing your laugh at their customary squabbling, and smiles back, though it doesn’t entirely reach his eyes.
Cheong-San clears his throat as he adds wood to the fire. “I only want,” he begins, but after looking over at On-Jo, ends it pitifully with, “some water.”
“That’s lame,” Dae-Su interjects. “Tell us something we don’t know, such as whether you like someone.”
“Are we still on this topic?” Wu-Jin asks Dae-Su, exasperated when he’s ignored.
“I do.” Cheong-San keeps staring ahead until On-Jo turns to him, stupefied.
“Really?!” At her shocked tenor, everyone regards the pair perceptively, the only oblivious one being On-Jo. “Is that why you’ve been stalling? Is it because of your crush?”
Cheong-San responds speedily and offhandedly. “Pretty much.”
“Why the vague answer? Is it yes, or no? Who is she? Do I know her?” On-Jo pressing for answers brings out smirks on everyone’s faces, entertained at the scene.
“It would be funny if you didn’t know her,” Cheong-San articulates, “because she’s you, Nam On-Jo.”
On-Jo’s eyes shake, appearing a little tense as she scorns him playfully. “What’s with you suddenly?” She turns to the group in a rush. “He doesn’t mean what he says. We’ve been friends and neighbors ever since kindergarten, that’s all.” Despite nodding, everyone is unconvinced. It’s clear what Cheong-San feels for her, irrespective of how vehemently she tries to deny it. “This is no time to kid around, Cheong-San.”
“Why do you always think I’m not serious about what I say, especially when it comes to you?” Cheong-San looks at her sadly, but musters up all his courage to let her know his true feelings. “I’ve liked you every day for the past twelve years ever since we were six years old…and I’ll continue to.”
“Daebak,” Dae-Su exclaims, providing live commentary and reactions to boot.
Contrary to how everyone thinks On-Jo will react, she does the exact opposite, getting up to leave in a haste, flustered.
Cheong-San turns to look at you, comforted when you mouth, “I’ll go talk to her.”
Patting Su-Hyeok’s knee to let him know you’re getting up so that he’ll retract his arm from around you, he drapes his jacket over your shoulders with care. You wrap the blazer around you like a cloak, appreciative for the warmth as you slide your arms through the sleeves.
As you walk across the rooftop deck, you hear Dae-Su bothering Wu-Jin next in the background. “Brother-in-law, if I had a sister, I’d be okay with you liking her.”
“The problem is, I like someone else.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“The person I like also likes someone else.”
“On-Jo…” You call out, not wanting to startle her as you approach, overlooking the darkened school ground from your vantage point.
“I know what you’re going to tell me,” she whispers.
“I don’t think you do, but humor me.”
“Everyone is suddenly expecting us to magically get together.” On-Jo plays with her fingers, tugging on them senselessly.
“I don’t anticipate that at all, rather, I only hope that you can give him a chance.”
“A chance?” Confused, she scrunches her eyebrows together, waiting for you to say more.
“Both you and Cheong-San are some of the most important people in my life, but that doesn’t mean it’s my place to meddle. I only want you two to be happy.”
“Can we be happy?” On-Jo laments, gazing downward. “With everything going on, how long will that last?”
“We can’t wait until things get better before we choose to be happy,” you reply with utmost sincerity.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Of this?” you gesture around. “How can I not be?”
“I mean, afraid of what will happen when this is all over.” On-Jo grabs your hand.
“Are you?” You squeeze her hand in return.
“How can I not be?” On-Jo replays your words back to you. “I can’t bear the thought of going home and opening the door only to find no one there. I don’t want to know what it’s like to not have Dad just down the hall from me, or ringing the bell next door and not having Cheong-San answer.”
“It’s normal to be fearful,” you assure her. “We’re only human after all.” You turn On-Jo so that she’s facing you, patting her shoulders consolingly when you see tears settling on the rim of her eyes. “But do you know what’s even scarier?”
On-Jo shakes her head, and a lone teardrop slides down her cheek.
“Regret,” you say as more tears stream down her face. “We don’t have the time nor the luxury to think about later, or even tomorrow. Everything we have now may be gone in the morning before we even know it. Find what you'd die for, and then live for it.”
“Y/N, I don’t want to lose Cheong-San,” On-Jo bawls as she flings her arms around you, crying into your shoulder.
“Then, live for him.” You rub circles into her back soothingly. “If I told him the same thing, there’s not a single doubt in my mind that he’d not hesitate to say it’s you he wants to live for.”
“I like him a lot,” On-Jo admits, voice muffled into your shoulder. “I’m scared because of how much I like him, and how much I don’t want to ever say goodbye. I can’t risk being happy for a moment, just to wind up hurt for forever.”
“Don’t you think Cheong-San also took a risk in telling you what he did? For the past twelve years, every single day of his life, he has kept his feelings bottled up and to himself. Why do you suppose he’s only saying it now?”
“He wants…to be happy,” On-Jo replies, pulling back to look at you. “Even if it’s temporary, he’d risk it…for me,” she realizes.
“A fraction of forever is worth more than infinite seconds of never.”
You hear footsteps behind you and turn around to see Cheong-San, looking incredibly tongue-tied. You squeeze On-Jo’s upper arm, nodding to Cheong-San in passing as you step away to grant the two some privacy.
Regardless of moving to a spot further away to disconnect yourself from their conversation as much as possible, the night is still and silent, their dialogue floating to you as you stand, watching.
Something clangs in the far distance, out of place, but you chalk it up to the wind shaking the metal pipelines surrounding the rooftop’s foundation.
“On-Jo, I’m sorry.” Cheong-San shuffles his feet closer, but still leaves a respectable distance between them. “You don’t have to like me back.”
“Don’t apologize for your feelings, ever,” On-Jo stresses, stepping forward.
“I’ve said everything I’ve waited a long time to say, and that’s enough for me.” Cheong-San looks up, surprise evident on his face when he sees On-Jo’s teary eyes.
“How is that enough? You jerk.” On-Jo throws herself at him, hugging him tightly. “You make it hard for me to not like you, Cheong-San.” You beam as Cheong-San gingerly raises his arms to return On-Jo’s hug, one arm on her back and the other cradling her head to his chest.
Though the scene is heartwarming, goosebumps quickly begin to rise on the back of your neck, and you spin around only to see Gwi-Nam looming behind you, leaping over the edge of the roof soon after as he pulls himself up by the strength of his hands gripping the ledge alone.
You don’t have enough time to get away from where you were leaning, back pressed against the side railing, and Gwi-Nam takes advantage of that fact, clamping a hand forcefully over your mouth, squeezing so stiffly your jaw starts to hurt.
No matter how hard you try to kick him, it’s useless with the inhumane strength he possesses. The sounds of struggle, however, draws Cheong-San’s attention.
“Y/N!”
Gwi-Nam cackles evilly as he has both you and Cheong-San locked in a trap. Pressing his face closer to yours, you can smell the metallic scent of blood wafting off him.
“You said you’d trade in your life for Cheong-San’s, so I’m here to take it.”
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#suhyeok x reader#su hyeok x reader#lee su hyeok x reader#all of us are dead#aouad#aouad x reader#lee suhyeok#suhyeok fanfic#lee su hyeok fanfic#lee suhyeok fanfic#x reader#reader insert#female reader#zombie apocalypse#gone in the morning
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MASTERLIST
CONTENT GUIDE
fluff: ღ | suggestive: ✮ | smut: 𖤐 | angst: ☾ | fem: ❀ | gender neutral: ⟡ | male: ✰
ULTS + BIASES
works for: RIIZE (라이즈)
Osaki Shotaro (大崎将太郎)
— none so far
Song Eunseok (송은석)
— none so far
Jung Sungchan (정성찬)
— none so far
Park Wonbin (박원빈)
— none so far
Hong Seunghan (홍승한)
— none so far
Lee Sohee (이소희)
— none so far
Lee Chanyoung (이찬영)
— none so far
ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl
works for: bangtan sonyeondan 방탄소년단
Kim Seok-Jin
— none so far
Min Yoon-Gi
— none so far
Jung Ho-Seok
— none so far
Kim Nam-Joon
— none so far
Park Ji-Min
— none so far
Kim Tae-Hyung
— none so far
Jeon Jeong-Guk
— none so far
ot7 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl
works for: blackpink 블랙핑크
Jisoo
— none so far
Jennie Ruby Jane
— none so far
Rosé
— none so far
Lisa
— none so far
ot4 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl
works for: seventeen 세븐틴
Choi Seung Cheol
— none so far
Yoon Jeong Han
— purple rose: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten? ☾ | 𖤐 | ❀
Joshua Hong
— let it happen: reader and joshua are in a confusing relationship. a constant tug of war over who can get each other more in love, and more heart broken. (based on gracie abrams “mess it up”) ☾ | ✮ | ❀
Wen Junhui (文俊辉)
— none so far
Kwon Soon Young
— none so far
Jeon Won Woo
— none so far
Lee Ji Hoon
— none so far
Lee Seok Min
— none so far
Kim Min Gyu
— none so far
Xu Ming Hao (徐明浩)
— none so far
Boo Seung Kwan
— new romantics: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love. part 1 | ❀ | ✮
Hansol Vernon Chwe
— just wanna ease ya mind: based on jhene aiko’s “bed peace” ft childish gambino. (in other words, high sex with bf!vernon) ❀ | 𖤐
Lee Chan
— none so far
ot13 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl
— if they had a black cat personality type s/o that showed affection (not so) subtly ღ | ⟡
— secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys would get caught ⟡ | ღ
works for: le sserafim 르세라핌
Kim Chaewon
— none so far
Miyawaki Sakura (宮脇 咲良)
— none so far
Huh Yunjin
— none so far
Nakamura Kazuha (中村 一葉)
— none so far
will not be writing for eunchae, she is my baby but she is literally a minor & i don’t feel comfortable doing so (not even sfw)!
ot4 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl
works for: t x t 투모로우바이투게더
Choi Soo Bin
— none so far
Choi Yeon Jun
— none so far
Choi Beom Gyu
— none so far
Kang Tae Hyun
— none so far
Kai Kamal Huening 정하원 休宁凯
— none so far
ot5 reactions + head cannons + scenarios + mtl
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Requests status:
K-Pop Readings - CLOSED
List of Idols and Actors I included into my ultimate chart and into the Compatibility Calculator:
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(G)I-DLE
2PM
3YE
A.C.E
AB6IX
ARGON
ASTRO
ATEEZ
B.A.P
BAE173
BigBang
BIGFLO
Black Pink
BLACK6IX
Block B
BtoB
BTS
BZ BOYS
CIX
CNBlue
CRAVITY
DAY6
DKB
Dreamcatcher
E’LAST
EXO
f(x)
GHOST9
Golden Child
GOT7
GreatGuys
Highlight
History
iKON
IMFACT
IN2IT
INFINITE
JUST B
KARD
KINGDOM
KNK
LUCENTE
LUCY
LUMINOUS
Mamamoo
MAP6
MONSTA X
MY_st
N.Flying
NCT
NIK
NOIR
NU'EST
OMEGA X
ONEUS
ONEWE
ONF
OnlyOneOf
Pentagon
Red Velvet
Seventeen
SF9
SHINee
Shinhwa
Stray Kids
Super Junior
TAN
TARGET
Teen Top
TEMPEST
The Boyz
The King
The Rose
TVXQ
TXT
U-KISS
UNIQ
UNVS
UP10TION
VANNER
VAV
VICTON
VIXX
VOISPER
Vromance
WEi
Winner
WOW
Xdinary Heroes
ZE:A
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Actors + Soloists
Ahn Hyo-seop
Ahn Jae Hyun
BoA
Byeon Woo Seok
Demian
Do Ji Han
Earth
Eric Nam
Gao Hanyu
God
Gong Yoo
Gun
Ha Sungwoon
Hirose Tomoki
Hong Jong-hyun
Hyeok Geun Choe
Cha Hyunseung
Ishikawa Plowden Luke
Jaejoong
Jasper Liu
Jay Park
Ji Chang Wook
Ji Soo
Ji Sung
Johnny Huang
Jongkook
Jung Il Woo
Jung Won Chang
JUNNY
Kang Daniel
Kang Haneul
Kim Jaewook
Kim Soo Hyun
Kim Woobin
Kinchiku Yuuki
Kwak Dong Yeon
Lai Leon Yi
Lee Dong Wook
Lee Jae-wook
Lee Jehoon
Lee Jong Suk
Lee Joon Gi
Lee Min-Ho
Lee Min-ki
Lee Soo Hyuk
Luo Yunxi
Max
Mew
Mike
Nam Joo-hyuk
Off
Park Bo-gum
Park Hae Jin
Park Hyung Sik
Park Seo-joon
Sakaguchi Kentaro
Satoh Takeru
Seo In Guk
Simon Dominic
Simon Gong
Song Kang
Song Weilong
Sota Fukushi
Sung Hoon
Takhon Paing
Timmy Xu
Tsao Yu Ning
Tul
Vardy Wang
Vincent
Wang Rui Chang
Wi Ha Joon
Woo Do Hwan
Xiao Zhan
Xu Kaicheng
Yokohama Ryusei
Yoo Seung Ho
Young-Kwang
Yu Christian
Zee
Zhang Zhe Han
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Members of the listed groups who went solo
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how's the sangria? please talk to us about hyyh taehyung
ok so lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how the timeloop in hyyh acts as a reference to trauma, specifically trauma and complex chronic traumatization. nam-joon lives it in his constant state of poverty. jihope live it in their chronic mommy issues and their experiences of mental health stigmatization etc etc etc but I think the metaphor of the timeloop - whether or not thats what it was intended to be - works especially with tae-hyung because he’s the only one besides seok-jin who names that cycle. but the difference between him and seok-jin is that for seok-jin this is a fantastical time travel scenario but for tae-hyung and for anyone who has experienced long-term traumatization this is just part of the reality of living in an actively hostile, violent, unloving environment.
tae-hyung comments that he has seen himself killing his father hundreds of times and as the reader we know that its because of his dreams and the timeloop but we are also able to understand how he would see this as a given. the dreams and the visions are reflective of intrusive thoughts brought on by the cyclical nature of the situation. tae-hyung has lived the same violence on a loop since he was a child. he has never been able to escape it. he is stuck in his own timeloop. the only outcome is the destruction of that loop, of that world. a solution where he destroys the world he lives in and its maker - one where he turns the violence he shoulders outwards - becomes the only climax he can conceive of. like in demian, to escape his own personal timeloop, his world, tae-hyung breaks the aggressor/victim binary, breaks the evil/light binary, breaks cycle of trauma he is stuck in.
and thats why he is so dangerous and disruptive - because while seok-jin tries to find the cleanest way to break the literal cycle of violence his friends are stuck in, for the most part he pays little attention to the true, structural, metaphorical cycle they would be trapped in regardless of the timeloop. and tae-hyung, the one whose situation is the most directly reflected to the loop in its’ repetitive nature, recognizes this. and commits to action by breaking his and seok-jin’s cycle in a violent climax.
the sangria is very delicious btw.
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Okay okay, but I gotta know your thoughts on Joon, please bless us with them because we need to discuss. ~🌻
KIM 👏 NAM 👏 JOON 👏 now the thing about this man is he 👏 think 👏 he 👏 slick 👏 👏 👏 BUT HE NOT we’ve been ACTUALLY witnessing his slut era for far too long to have not pointed it out LIKE
WHAT IS THIS and this is EXACTLY what i mean by he think he slick bc technically there’s NOTHING going on here but also there’s EVERYTHING going on here he’s all disheveled and sweaty hot and bothered panting waiting for more what am i supposed to think when i see this
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN I SEE THIS LIKE NO ONE IS CONCERNED ABOUT THE FINGER HEART OR THE TOY FISH
but fr he would definitely bring the slut to his everyday life like his number one goal is to get you riled up like he’s sending you those post running thirst traps personally and being like “jogged a 5k today!” like boy no one is worrying about your fitness levels 😭 this man would wear a jacket when it’s warm outside just so he can watch you watch him take it off like there’s something about the way your eyes gloss over when you see his biceps that sends a rush of blood straight to his head… boffum
and in a party situation oh my gosooshshshh like you could be like sitting at the bar or like standing on the outskirts nursing whatever drink u ordered by yourself and then all of a sudden you’re not he’s there with a drink of his own and he hit you with the “hey baby how you doing? enjoying the party?” and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up bc you look up and he’s there with that stupid kind smile on his face genuinely waiting for an answer but that’s how he always get you being all sweet before he goes in for the kill and he does bc when you answer he don’t hear you or at least that’s what he claims next thing you know his hand is on your lower back and he’s leaning towards you so you don’t have to raise your voice and when he speaks back to you his voice is like 3 octaves lower than usual and goosebumps are raised all over your skin and when he gets tired of leaning he suggests finding a booth for the two of you and at this point you are effectively under his spell so you follow with absolutely no qualms you slide in one side he slides in right next to you one arm resting around you and you’re talking about god knows what and he’s not even subtle about the way his eyes keep dropping down to your lips and his tongue peeking out licking his own and you will yourself for a moment to get a grip and that’s when you realize that he got the first 4 buttons of his shirt undone tits are out cleavage is scrumptious and you snap you’re in his lap before you can drudge up some self control your hands in his hair your mouth on his and he doesn’t even try to be respectful his hands are sliding up your thighs and grabbing onto your waist pulling you closer to him and when you break apart for air you just look at each other and have an unspoken conversation before getting up nonchalantly and slinging an arm around your waist to head back to your place
and when y’all get there hate to say it hope i don’t sound ridiculous but you not making it to the bedroom 🤷♀️ i don’t think you making it past the front door to be quite honest like he’s pushing you up against it nd taking u right there
BUT THE SLUTTIEST (most infuriating) THING ABOUT THIS WHOLE SCENARIO IS AFTER ITS ALL SAID AND DONE HES GONNA PLAY IT COOL like man will spend the whole night blowing your back out riding and painting or whatever he said in sexy nukim and the morning after (bc he not kicking u out would never do that) you wake up throw on one of his t shirts and go find him shirtless drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book he gon see the way your eyes gloss over but just give you that stupid kind smile again and he gon keep BEING SLICK UNTIL THE SEXUAL TENSION BUILDS BACK UP AGAIN like he will literally sow weeks worth of foreplay into your life just to wind you up so he can remind you that he’s the only one that can do u right
ANYWAY IVE RAMBLED FOR FAR TOO LONG ONCE AGAIN SOMEBODY ELSE TAKE IT 🎤
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Namjoon having travelers diarrhea during a concert in other country and Jimin or Jungkook takes care of him
Another interesting concept I like writing interesting scenarios thanks for requesting! I also like more namjoon requests as well so thanks for the opportunity
Sickie: Namjoon
Caretaker: Jimin
Tw: scat
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They were on tour and while on tour everything went by fast. But for some reason, this day felt slower than the others.
Namjoon unfortunately coughs travelers diarrhea. He was forced to prepare while running back and forth to the bathroom. His stomach ached painfully when he was in pain when he was outside the bathroom. he tried several things but non of them worked he just had to wait it out. He feared things might get worse. If they did - no they couldn't get worse he was the leader he couldn't let them down. he had to push forward no matter what.
Jimin stayed by his side no matter what. the bathroom the stage the backrooms where they got dressed he made sure namjoon had anything he need.
The manager suspected something was going on. He ended up finding out and sent namjoon home earlier and ended the concert early as well giving the members time to rest. they planned to repay the armies in a special way. Most likely something like a private meet and greet. the manager couldn't decide the only thing on his mind was making sure Nam Joon got home safe and got better.
Jimin fed him dinner and got him meds that his body immediately got rid of just as soon as he got it in him. they spent all night in the bathroom but spent the next day resting until namjoon was completely better.
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this fic is super short I think I broke my brain my apologies I don't know what went wrong... I promise I'll do better I don't think I have ever written something this short. I might re write this if I have the time....
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♡ — ALL OF US ARE DEAD !
( ♡ ) — fluff
( ❆ ) — angst
( ❀ ) — smut
( ✦ ) — yandere
♡ — HEADCANONS
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♡ — SCENARIOS
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♡ — BLURBS/DRABBLES
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♡ — REACTIONS
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— lee su-hyeok
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— han gyeong-su
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— yoon gwi-nam
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— lee cheong-san
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— oh joon-yeong
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— jang wu-jin
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— jeon heejin
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The Glory (2022)
Genre: Revenge, Thriller
Synopsis: Moon Dong-eun faced severe mental and physical bullying while she was in school. She had to give up on her dreams because she had to drop out of school, so instead, she spends her entire life planning the perfect revenge on those who hurt her. Whatever it takes, she will take them down one by one. Her bullies are living their perfect lives, but with Dong-eun suddenly back in their lives, everything starts crumbling around them.
Episode info: 16 episodes / Runtime around 60 minutes
Lead cast: Song Hye-kyo (Moon Dong-eun), Jung Ji-so (Young Dong-eun), Lee Do-hyun (Joo Yeo-jeong), Lim Ji-yeon (Park Yeon-jin), Yeom Hye-ran (Kang Hyeon-nam), Park Sung-hoon (Jeon Jae-joon) Jung Sung-il (Ha Do-yeong)
Link to watch: You can watch on Netflix or Dramacool
Drama rec masterlist | Drama rant thread (beware of spoilers)
Firstly, I want to start with the warnings for this drama - because this drama is dealing with severe bullying, as well as sexual assault and domestic violence. And Netflix does not shy away from showing everything, and I really mean everything. So if this is something you have a hard time dealing with, this drama is not for you, just trust me on this one. Even I had to look away sometimes, and I’m not usually squeamish.
While this drama was a hard watch, in the sense that it’s so brutal, I really liked seeing the female lead just not giving a single fuck. She does not care if what she does makes is technically wrong - she wants her revenge, and she is going to get it. Don’t get me wrong, she is kind to the right people, but as she states multiple times herself: “I am not a good person.”
And this thing about being either good or bad is such an interesting topic. I think I touched on it in both Vincenzo and Your Honor too - good or bad is not black and white, and Dong-eun is most definitely that grey area where she balances on the edge of both. She never did anything wrong - she is 100% the victim in this scenario - but by choosing revenge, she suddenly becomes a vigilante in a sense, and that requires some morally bad actions.
The people who help her in the end (and the people she ends up helping along the way, even though she has a hard time seeing that herself) are all victims too, with their own trauma and their own ghosts to deal with. They do not care that they have to join her in the grey zone, because they too have suffered and felt trapped in their own selves as victims. They want to take back their power.
Idk, I just really love dramas that have you rooting for a character who is morally grey, because it makes you think - how far would you go?
And while it is a drama about revenge, it is also a drama about healing - about allowing people to break down your walls and help you move forward to better places. About learning to love and accept yourself for who you are without the trauma casting a shadow over every part of your future.
The actors are phenomenal, absolutely blew me away with their raw emotions all around. Especially the younger actors were absolutely amazing, they must have worked so hard, and I hope they are okay after having to do the very graphic bullying scenes.
In the end, I just want to mention that - in case you didn’t already know - this series is loosely based on actual bullying cases from South Korea. Bullying in their schools really do get this bad, and it is wild to me that kids are capable of this evil. Bullying should absolutely never be allowed. If you see something, say something. Don’t ever be a bystander.
#the glory#kdrama#kdrama review#kdrama rec#you can come ask if you want me to elaborate more on the triggers in this if you are unsure about wanting to watch it or not#i just don't want to spoil too much either#cause i really do think the shock factor of it all is part of the experience too
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little women, ep. 1
When I first watched the trailer for Little Women, I was intrigued by the premise of struggling sisters navigating the mystery around a huge amount of money, and how it changes the lives of these three “little women” in the midst of big people with power, connections, and wealth. It’s not entirely a new concept, but I am such a sucker for kdrama sister portrayals that this was a no-brainer addition to my to watch list.
Sure, one can first get caught with matching the characters and scenarios with the Louisa May Alcott source material (who’s the Jo? the Amy? the Meg? the Laurie? etc.), but by the second half of the first episode, you get the sense of considering the story on its own.
And it’s good. It’s so good! I don’t expect myself to be able to sustain an entire series review, but I’d like to be able to take notes along the way. It feels like it’s going to be a great watch ahead, and I just want to make something out of my excitement. That said, be warned that the series in itself has a lot of violence, which might come up in these recaps, hence the tw tag.
We begin with our three sisters: the Meg, the Jo, and the Amy. Poor Beth, no counterpart in here. Or maybe there’s more we don’t know, because mysterious baby picture, anyone?
Among everyone, it’s Kim Go-eun that I was really looking forward to the most. I have never watched her past dramas, but I’ve been itching to see any of her work, and I felt that this role might just be too good to pass. I love the seeming naïveté of her Meg, whose Cinderella fantasies of getting married and being whisked away from poverty translates fittingly into our series’ Oh In-joo, dowdy green vest and tacky tulle skirt included. At home with her sisters, though, she can be straightforward and determined behind the smiley and meek behavior she shows outside.
When she cried upon seeing the contents of the duffel bag her friend, Jin Hwa-young (played by Choo Ja-hyun), left her, I felt as if we were witnessing only the initial unraveling of her character.
Nam Ji-hyun as Oh In-kyung is also riveting. This is my third Nam Ji-hyun drama and the other two had her as the childhood-friend-and-fated-endgame of a wealthy amnesiac. Here In-kyung is barefaced, buttoned up, but not quite sober. She’s an investigative reporter with a deep empathy for people, and a righteous understanding of the pitfalls of wealth.
I loved her scene with Great Aunt Oh. They’re just having breakfast and talking, but the way this was set up made me wonder if we’re supposed to look at how In-kyung was influenced by her aunt despite not having had the warmest upbringing.
Great Aunt also meddles in her love life, and we see the Laurie for this series, too. It’s Kang Hoon as Ha Jong-ho. When they met each other under aunt’s ruse of bringing a mistakenly delivered package, we understand that there’s history between them. In-kyung is at the tail of a highly tense investigation, and we can wonder how this might affect their relationship as the series moves forward.
I don’t have much to say about Park Ji-hu’s Oh In-hye just yet, except that I can certainly understand her wanting to make her own money after seeing her sisters toil to provide for their family. She’s ambitious and gritty and I cannot help but wonder where the story will take her character, especially with her association with who seems to be Park Jae-sang’s wife and daughter.
Wi Ha-joon is another actor I was excited to see in this series. I thought his character in Romance is a Bonus Book was compelling enough. His role as Cho Do-il is obviously different so I also cannot wait to find out more about him.
It seems orchids is a recurring motif in this show. From trying to google ‘princess of thieves orchid’, I saw some twitter threads on the repeating symbolism of this flower on the show. Since I’m behind watching, I didn’t read too far and suspended spoilers. Anyway… too many orchids. From the orchids in the office in the 14th floor to…
the blue orchid tattoo…
the wallpaper in Hwa-young’s apartment (excellent mirror-threshold blocking, by the way)…
a blue orchid beside her fishtank…
and a blue orchid brooch on the suit of Park Jae-sang (played by Um Ki-joon). Yikes… Personally, I think orchids are also an appropriate motif in a tight environment of power and wealth. Orchids are expensive and requires a lot of precise care.
I cannot wait for the sisters to tie up the associations together. The context surrounding Hwa-young’s death becomes even more sinister in light of In-kyung’s investigation on the four money-related suicides from the Bobae Savings Bank Case.
Finally, what will In-joo do with the money that landed on her via yoga locker? Director Shin Hyeon-Min is after the slush fund, and it seems In-joo is in it now, too. Not to mention, she signed an account opening form for Hwa-young, so it seems like the money in the bag is not all there is to it.
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ college crush!joon ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*
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college crush!joon is the type to meet you after class and pretend like he didn't sneak out of a lab just to see you. he'd ask his friends to cover him and his profs turned the other cheek since he's a good kid. it's not like he'd be leaving class early for stupid reasons, right?
college crush!joon walks inches away from you. usually, his hands are shoved in his pockets while you leave yours lingering in case he wants to take it. he does. he's just too shy right now. maybe next time.
college crush!joon expects you to see you at a party. as he waits, he greets everyone he knows. when you walk in, you catch him hugging a girl a little too long for your liking. it can't be helped. you sulk. your smile turns into a small frown and just as you turn to avoid him, he pushes his way through the crowd. "yah, ___!" he slurs as he pulls you in by your waist. as you huff, he chases your eyes. "don't be jealous," joon says desperately. "i'm too tipsy to act nonchalant. might say things i mean. might do things i've been meaning to do." you blink at him. "i'm not jealous." is all you have to say. he laughs before leaning in, slumping his body onto yours. like reflex, you wrap your arms around him. "but if i were... i wouldn't have any reason to be, right?" you ask softly, unsure if you even said it loud enough for him to hear. you feel his hearty chuckle against your body. he pats your head and kisses your neck. he's never done that before. shivers go down your spine. "babe, if i wanted a reaction from you, it wouldn't be through jealousy."
college crush!joon is a man of his word. it wasn't the night of the party, but a few nights after. he came over and then he really came over. as joon finishes the last bit of his soju, you giggle and straddle him. on top, you begin to grind your pussy against his buldge. his jeans are peeled off and the thin fabric of your panties make it easy to feel his cock harden. as you run your fingers in between his boxers waist band, he reaches over to kiss your neck. he kisses it softly and then with intent to leave a mark. you moan as he bites your skin, feeling the sensation of being so close to him. as he does this, you grind on him faster and faster. "holy fuck, i could cum right now." he moans, "can i get my dick out?" you shake your head. "n-no. i just want to do this..." he gulps. "you just want to dry hump me until i cum?" you shrug. "until i cum too." he can't think straight. it's okay if you didn't want to fuck just yet... besides, you two are kind of drunk... so this is good. this is better than good. this is fucking—"you haven't even asked me out. you don't deserve my pussy." you tease, as you cup his face. you mean it though. he offers you a lazy smile, trying his best not to cum just yet. but you look at him with pleading eyes and it makes him go crazy. "bad boy," you slap him. "such a bad fucking boy. you want this pussy? be good to me." he nods, biting his lip from how hot you are in this very moment. "i promise," he says hastly. smiling, you take his hands and hold them for stability. grinding, humping, and fucking his cock that keeps being slapped against his abdomen is too much. there's so much heat between you two. there's so much fucking wetness that soaks both of your fabrics. it's sticky. it's so fucking loud too. he's going to burst. then, you moan, throw your head back, and it must be a god sent moment because your dress straps fall from your shoulders, causing the front to flop down. revealing your breasts, he can't help but watch the way they bounce. without a thought, he buries his face in between your breast. you giggle at the initial ticklish feeling, but quickly feel flustered when he sucks on your nipples. "make me cum," you cry. "make me cum and i'll suck your cock so good, joon. i p-promise." he smirks, making the deal. he then takes a fistful of your hair and tugs it down. he begins to roll his hips against you, and the pace is just perfect. he moans into your ear, he bites your collarbone, he sucks your tits some more—then, you cum. you spill yourself all over your panties and it leaks over his boxers. quickly, you get off of him and go on your knees. tugging his jeans lower, you take his cock out of his boxers and grip them with your two hands. "so b-big," you salivate. "two hands.. oh god. when you fuck me, will you even fit?" your words have him dizzy. he can't even process what you said before you go right into it. you kiss the tip before engulfing it you have nothing to lose. it's like you didn't just cum moments ago. how do you move that fast? as you bob your head, joon can't help but feel his stomach twitch. you suck his dick so good. you suck it like he always thought you would—better even. better because it's real. better because he cums for real. as he spills himself inside your mouth and catches his breath, you swallow and wipe the excess cum off of your lips. " keep your promise, joon... or i'll never suck your dick again."
college crush!joon is annoying. since that night... well, he's been avoiding you. you cried about it the other night. you thought he was different... instead, he's a promise breaker. fuck him. as you're dismissed from class, you can't help but wonder where it went downhill. did you suck his dick wrong or something? were you too demanding? did he not get it? he's so fucking annoying. as you exit the building, for the first time in 2 weeks, you see him. he's talking to another girl. you want to throw a tantrum. instead, you turn your cheek and continue to walk away. then, as you go, you feel his presence catch up to you. "hey." he greets you. you ignore him. "okay, yeah, i'm a dick. i know. i should've called. i should've texted... but i didn't. my bad. i was figuring things out—" you stop walking. he cuts in front of you. "i'm sorry, ___. a group member complained about me always skipping the last portion of lab and i got into some shit with my profs. i got all stressed and not to mention—i've been wrecking my mind trying to figure out the perfect way to ask you out. i want to do that, okay? i want to take you on a date. i should've said it earlier. i should've kept my promise... i'm sorry. please, can you give me a second chance?" he begs. you gulp, feeling uneasy. "f-fine," you agree. "but i'm not sucking your dick no matter how much you impress me with the date. i'm still mad at you." joon's lips curve into a smile. he puts his hands up and laughs. "all good," he reassures you. "i wanna do this right. wanna love you right. you never have to suck my dick ever again—" your eyes widen. "n-no. i will. i want to. it was fun. it was big—" he covers your mouth with his hand. "shhh," he blushes. "how about you just let me hold your hand for now? yeah? let's start there." he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters as you two walk side by side. he isn't shy anymore and you... you aren't as mad. maybe it's whatever. maybe you should suck his dick later for the plot.
#bts smut#nam joon smut#nam joon scenario#rm imagine#bts rm fanfic#bts rm blurb#bts rm smut#joon fluff#joon college au#bts college au
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#kdramazone#kdrama#korean drama#kdrama meme#meme#nam joo hyuk#bae suzy#start up#netflix#korean comedy#kiss#south korea#kpop#kpop scenarios#kpop memes#legend of the blue sea#fight for my way#park seo joon#lee min ho#nine tailed fox
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@muniimyg‘s trash bin
#navi#bts scenario#bts masterlist#bts fanfic#bts content#nam joon fic#seokjin fic#yoongi fic#hoseok fic#jimin fic#taehyung fic#jungkook fic
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“You blow them”
You give them a blowjob.
Requests are open!!
(GIF aren’t mine)
Kim Seokjin -
Min Yoongi -
Jung Hoseok -
Kim Namjoon -
Park Jimin -
Kim Taehyung -
Jeon Jungkook -
#kpop#kpop reactions#kpop smut#kpop scenarios#bts#bts smut#bts hard hours#bts hot#jungkook#nam joon#bts hoseok#taehyung#jimin#seokjinnie#min yoongi
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RM imagine
“Seeing how much he has grown makes me feel proud.”
#BTS#kim#kim nam joon#bts kim nam joon#bts RM#bts imagine#bts scenarios#gif imagine#gif scenarios#imagine#scenarios#kim nam joon gif#RM gif#bts kim nam joon gif#bts RM gif#RM imagine#RM scenarios#kim nam joon imagine#kim nam joon scenarios#ARMY#cute#romance#crush#believing#friends to lovers#believing in each other
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