#woong fanfic
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Photo Finisher
Minors DNI
Summary: You've been tasked with capturing photos of AB6IX for their comeback, Salute. Within the four-member group, you find a gem that's hidden away. All you need is to give him some encouragement to shine.
Warnings: Male Reader, Blowjob, Handjob, nickname: Hyung, Creampie, Backscratching, Flexible Reader, Vocal sex, Unprotected Sex
Wordcount: 2.1k
Today's client was AB6IX, a four-member boy group from Brandnew Music. When you'd read that it was a four-member group in the documents, you smiled to yourself. Fewer members meant you could leave sooner, a complete win if you could be done with the shoot before too long.
You walked into the studio that had been prepared for you. It was a black and gold theme with leather furniture everywhere, and golden-orange set lights drenched the room in a sunset glow. The staff on set greeted you as you walked by, avoiding your eyes and speaking softly.
You wore a white satin shirt with flowing wine-red pants flared at the base of your legs.
Inside the dressing room, the four idols were getting their make-up done. You'd seen the photos that were sent to you, but lackluster photos taken by mediocre photographers couldn't tell you anything. The four men were distinct in features, standing out from one another. Good. As you entered, the men stood to introduce themselves to you.
They all stood beside each other and bowed, saying in unison, "Hello, we are AB6IX! Thank you for working with us today."
The staff greeted them back as you nodded in acknowledgment toward them. You looked them over keenly. Their outfits were more risque than you originally expected. Satin black shirts and pants with a golden trim design, reminiscent of Louis Vuitton's styling patterns. It didn't match their small physical forms and round faces, but the contrast would make for excellent shots. You needed to give a word to their designer for this one, it made your job ten times easier.
One in particular stuck out to you. Woong, if you remember his name right, kept stealing glances at you. You knew he had something special about him, he just needed to show it to you.
You stood straight and addressed the room, "Alright everyone, let's work quickly today. I'm sure we're all busy people." You left the room after giving your short words, letting the makeup team finish their touches as you checked in with the stage set-up team.
The stage had lovely black marble flooring that reflected the furniture beautifully. It looked so clean you could eat off it. While admiring your reflection, you see another one come behind you. It was him again.
Woong cleared his throat and said, "Hello, Mister y/n, I wanted to bring you this gift on behalf of our group." He presented a signed album, with a small thank you message from each member.
He was on the shorter side of the idols you normally worked with. And his clothes covered some serious muscle definition, you could use that... "Thank you, how kind," You said with a smile as you took the gift from him, letting your hand graze against his.
Woong's ears took a soft shade of pink at the contact. "I look forward to working with you–bye now." Woong took off quickly toward the dressing room where his members watched from the doorway.
He was someone you needed to keep an eye on.
Not long after the shoot took off in full swing–You always allowed your interns to take group photos, coaching them on operating a camera. When it was time for solo shots, you started from Donghyun to Daewhi, then Woojin, purposely leaving Woong for last.
You were decently surprised by this group. The shadows of the lights and their muscle tones were captured beautifully without you needing to do much work. Woojin and Donghyun opened their shirts more to get that extra allure in the shot.
As Woong approached the set, you watched him closely. His posture and confidence changed from the boy you'd seen before, he seemed more like a man here.
You took a few shots, then told your team to take a break, giving you the room alone with Woong.
He lay on the black reflective surface of the coffee table, his hands behind his head as he looked at you. He noticed everyone leave and spoke softly, "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, not at all. I just think we need something a little more intimate. If you'll let me?" You approached him, and sat on the table, your hand on his chest. "Do you think we can open this a little?"
He nodded shyly. And his pink ears turned red as you unbuttoned his shirt, from top to bottom, leaning closely down and using both hands to open his shirt. You purposely took deeper breaths, letting the air rake across his skin as you slowly exposed his torso to the cold room. Your skin rubbed against Woong's muscular body as you worked on the shirt, as you focused on the shirt you could feel Woong's eyes watching you. You stepped back to look at your work–Woong's face turned pink as he looked around the room. Anywhere other than looking at you.
"Is it too open?" You giggled.
He nodded wordlessly.
"Would you like me to fix it?" You close one button in the middle of the line, covering his chest but leaving his abs open for display. The way they protruded and showed so proudly, he must've worked out right before the shoot. As you finished, you stayed close with your head hovering over his stomach as you looked up at him. "Better?" You asked.
"Y-Yes," His voice shook.
You noticed the bulge in his pants, getting more prominent.
"Mr. Woong, are you okay? You look like you're having a hard time," You cooed.
"N-No, I'm alright, just sore."
You looked at how his stomach flexed. "Oh, is this position uncomfy?" You climbed on top of him, resting your ass right above his waistline, and you leaned on his chest as you slid your hands under his head. "Please try and relax. I can't afford you cramping up."
Woong's eyes were wide as he slowly let his hands down, resting his body as you held him close. "We're so c-close," He muttered.
"What's that?" You leaned down further, letting your head lay in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you say that again?"
Woong's hands rose, awkwardly, unsure what to do. "I–We're so close. I don't–"
You shifted, pushing your clothes dick against his abs, and moaned in his ear. "Mr. Woong, your body is too sexy. I just can't help myself. Can you help?" You reached down to touch his hard cock, squeezing it, "Maybe we can help each other."
Woong hummed in your ear, "Mhm. I want to help you, however you want me to." His hands find a place at your hips as he guides you, pushing your crotches together and brushing against one another. You plant your lips on his neck, as you moan sinfully in his ear at the sensation. Woong slips your shirt past your shoulder and kisses it before sucking on it. "Call me hyung," He commands.
You moan in his ear, "Hyung~"
"Fuck–Moan more for me, I want to hear every pretty noise from you," He said as his hips started bucking into yours, desperate for more.
"Can I see it? Your cock," You nibble on his ear as you ask. Woong nods quickly as he groans from you playing with his ear. You slid off his lap and kneeled before him as he removed the gold-belted jewelry around his waist. Woong slid his pants and underwear down to unveil his cock, so pretty and shaved. He propped himself on his elbows to watch you as you wrapped your hands around his stiffness, staying at a slow and even pace as you stroked him. "Tell me how you want it, Hyung."
Woong groaned, "faster, like this." He took your hand and moved it at the pace he wanted, which made his whole body shake as you continued without his hand to guide you.
You study his face as you try different parts of his skin, squeezing and kissing on his shaft as you search for any sensitive spots. Every time you found a sensitive spot, Woong's groans would spike, peaking into a more high-pitched moan. You took him into your mouth, making his head roll back as his eyes lost focus.
"A little warning next time," He moaned as you flexed your tongue around him, sucking at the same time. "Holy–You're so good. Keep going," He pants as his hand lands on your head. His hand started pushing, questioningly at first, but with more strength when you allowed him to move you. As you take him deeper into your throat, Woong's hand tightens in your hair. "That's it. You're doing it so well, don't forget to look at me." You look at Woong, your eyes wet and some spit dripping onto his abs. That look must've been a trigger as Woong pulled you off him, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself.
You stroke him, earning more moans from him. "Did I do something wrong, hyung?"
Woong grabbed your hand, stopping you from stroking him. "N-No, you were perfect. So good, I almost came."
"I want you to cum, Hyung." You tried to move your hand, but Woong's grip was too tight.
"And I want to cum in you," He said with a deep voice. You smiled at him and that seemed to break his concentration on you. "I-If you'd let me," He added shyly.
You slid off your pants. "You want me to ride you, hyung?"
"No, you're already working so hard. Let me reward you now." Woong let you over to the leather couch, laying you on your back as his cock throbbed in anticipation. He lifts a leg onto his shoulder and positions himself at your hole. "Try not to get too loud, but let me hear you, beautiful." Your hands wrapped around Woong's neck as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling back as he stretched you. He gave an experimental thrust, sinking deeper into you. "Did you prepare early?"
"So what if I did?"
"You were going to seduce me the whole time, weren't you?"
You nodded. "Your afterglow will be an amazing capture in my camera."
Woong smirked as he fucked into you, starting with a quick pace. He felt you clench around him as he watched your face change from the sensations. "Fuck–Kiss me," Woong commanded as he leaned down to kiss you, fucking you as he did. He bit at your bottom lip before breaking the kiss and attacking your neck. "You're too much for me, I can't kiss everywhere." Woong moved to your collarbone, forcing your raised leg to your head. You arched your back as the burn from him flexing your leg and the pleasure from him hitting your prostate, made you see white.
Your hands scratched at Woong's back as you moaned. "I'm– Can't–"
Woong felt the way you tightened more around him. "You're close? Please, cum for me. Cum for hyung!" He pushed extra hard, getting deeper than before, instantly finishing you off as you came on your white shirt. Woong's eyes were sealed shut as his thrusts were getting more frantic. You rubbed his cheek, which made him look into your eyes. "You're so beautiful... I'm cumming–I’ll fucking cum, all in you. I'll cum so deep in you. I'll cum all I can!" Woong fulfilled his promise as he came inside you, pushing as far as he could. Your moans synced with his in harmony as Woong collapsed on top of you, his cock still pumping cum out.
You lifted his head, getting a look at his face. It was sweaty, his hair stuck to his forehead, with a lovely pinkish glow. "You're so perfect, we gotta hurry!" You pushed him off you, forcing his cock out of you with a pop. Woong was still exhausted so you dressed him again, leaving the couch behind and returning to the table. You posed him again and started taking photos as cum threatened to leak out of you.
You finished capturing him and got a change of clothes from one of your set bags. Woong came up behind you as you finished sliding on a new pair of pants, hugging you. "So, will hyung see you again?"
"Call your company and tell them to book a solo photo shoot. Then maybe."
"Maybe when you're not working?"
You turned and pat Woong on the head. "I'm always working, Mr. Woong."
Woong stared at you, awestruck. "No, hyung?"
"Sorry, special requests are only during photoshoot time. Like I said, have your company book another appointment. Work out, you can get on the cover of men's health. I know they call me for photos all the time."
Woong nodded quickly. "I'll make it as their front cover, and demand you take my pictures, love."
"That's Mr. Y/n, to you." You winked as you pushed past Woong.
A few weeks later, your work was displayed in the teaser photos for the comeback...
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out of my league — k. gyuvin
pairing: nerd!gyuvin x popular!gn!reader
synopsis: it’s valentine’s day! what better way to confess to your longtime crush (and the highschool’s most popular student) than with a letter shoved through their locker. just don’t let jiwoong find out.
wrd count: 6.3k (DAMN OKAY BITCH!!!)
warnings: highschool!au, slight hurt/lots of comfort, bully!jiwoong (srry someone had to do it), bullying, one km s joke, reader isn’t a bully, eunseok of riize sneak, jiwoong is really mean 😭 a little crack, funeral talk, not to be taken seriously this is fiction!!
a/n: yk i had to write smth with valentine’s day coming up!! i lobe gyuvin gyuvin pls be my valentine pls plsplspls
“I put a note in their locker.”
It probably wasn’t the best sentence starter, which Gyuvin realizes only after Taerae starts to choke on his strawberry soda mid-chug. Despite his eyes practically bulging out of his head paired with a boisterous gasp amidst hearing Gyuvin’s doings, Eunseok reaches a lending hand out to his suffocating friend’s back.
“You what?!” Eunseok screams in a hushed tone, despite being the only three occupants of the classroom. If Gyuvin didn’t think it was a stupid idea then, well, he certainly does now. He honestly wasn’t going to tell anyone at first; the embarrassment mixed with the fear of rejection almost made him drop the whole plan as a whole. However, binging 3 romance dramas back to back gave him the confidence he’d never thought he’d have otherwise if it weren’t for the male leads and their suave ways, which is what leads him to where he stands today: sending a confession letter to his longtime crush which also ended up being the cause of his friend’s premature death. Thanks, Choi Woong!
Taerae unfortunately survives his cough attack and uses his regained ability to breath properly to discourage Gyuvin’s efforts even more. “Jiwoong’s gonna kill you man.”
Yes, that’s exactly what he wanted to hear right now. He decides against answering with sarcasm and opts out to rolling his eyes as hard as he can at the mention of he-who-shall-not-be-named.
“He didn’t see me put it in,” He certainly didn’t, and Gyuvin knows this because he showed up an hour earlier than normal to slip the note in, partly to avoid Jiwoong and to also beat his inevitable numerous contenders. “Plus, they’re not even dating. They don’t like him.”
Eunseok and Taerae share a glance. They look back at Gyuvin. “Did they tell you that.”
Gyuvin’s starting to get tired of rolling his eyes. Of course they didn’t tell him that, they’re nowhere near close. While they’ve coexisted in the same space for the past four years, their friend groups are on complete opposite sides of the spectrum. They’re admired by everyone, in numerous clubs, and is practically known by the whole school. The only club Gyuvin’s a part of is the Epic Gamers Club™ held at Eunseok’s house every other day. And as far as being admired goes…
“Yo. Gyuvin.”
Oh fuck, it’s so over. Gyuvin is going to die. What’s-his-face is here and Gyuvin is going to die, all because he couldn’t confess to his crush like a normal person. How did Jiwoong even see him? It’s not like he handed the letter to them in plain sight, and there’s no way in hell Jiwoong showed up to school an hour early.
Well, none of that matters anymore. Jiwoong is now walking into the once peaceful confines of the classroom, his goons right behind him, and Gyuvin’s about to meet his end.
All he asks is that Y/n is at his funeral.
Despite coming into the classroom for Gyuvin, Jiwoong is kind enough to make time to mess around with his friends first. Wedging himself in between the three desks facing each other, Jiwoong snatches Taerae’s glasses off his face and tosses them to the floor, and at the same time shoves Eunseok’s tuna mayo kimbap out of his hands. So much for escaping the lunch room.
After watching his friends scramble for their discarded items, Jiwoong turns his back to them in favor of facing Gyuvin, his signature smirk plastered on his face.
Kim Jiwoong: The entire school’s boy crush and simultaneously Gyuvin’s worst nightmare. Going into high school, Gyuvin didn’t think he’d have problems with anyone, his plan was simple: make a decent amount of friends, stay in the honors program so he can get into his dream university, and best his all-time score in Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Oh, and get into his first relationship (since the girl he ‘dated’ in the second grade didn’t count, according to Taerae).
He guesses he strived too hard at the second thing though, as in their freshman year Jiwoong was left at second place in their classes overall academic ranking, and Jiwoong was never second.
Ever since then, Jiwoong has tried everything to sabotage Gyuvin’s grades, which ended in failure each time. So, he just stuck to messing with him. Now Gyuvin wouldn’t really mind if he had got reprimanded for his actions, but he gets away with it— every time. Sneaking slaps upside his head when passing him through the halls, pushing and tripping him during gym, and ‘accidentally’ spilling his drink onto his uniform (which is what initiated classroom lunches amongst him and his friends in the first place): he got away with it all, for four damn years. All because of that facade he puts up in front of everyone. With his perfect grades combined with his charm, he’s adored by students and faculty alike— all but the few who were unfortunate enough to be victims of his ridiculing, Gyuvin included.
The devil himself opens his mouth once again. “I haven’t seen you in a while, you hiding from me?” His smirk forms into a smile, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes, and it holds the same sinister tone as his previous expression did.
Gyuvin looks up at him, disdain hidden behind the neutral shield he’s learned to master in favor of avoiding a swift blow to the face (not that it ever stopped Jiwoong from landing one, anyway). “No.”
At that, Jiwoong’s smile drops, his eyebrows furrow in fake confusion and he starts to look around the empty room. “But… you’re having lunch. In an empty classroom. When there’s a perfectly good cafeteria waiting for you downstairs.” Jiwoong’s friends snicker by the door as he leans down to be eye level with Gyuvin. “Don’t you find that rude, Gyuvin? The staff make sure the cafe is cleaned spotless for scum like you to eat, and you’re eating in the classroom?”
Literally what the fuck is he even talking about. It isn’t uncommon for students to eat in the classrooms, and he knows this because Jiwoong’s literally done it before. It’s in that moment that he realizes Jiwoong just came in here to mess with him, which means he doesn’t know about the letter which means that he won’t die today. Looks like he’ll live to see another day after all!
His newfound happiness isn’t long lived, as in the span of one second, Gyuvin blinks and his food is nothing but a pile of solids and liquids on the classroom’s floor.
Jiwoong gives him a mean snare, despite the fact that all of Gyuvin’s attention is to his now germ-infested food. “And now look, you made a mess.”
Gyuvin can barely hear him and his friends laughing with the way his ears are ringing— no, practically blaring throughout his head. His bulgogi over rice is on the floor. His fucking bulgogi over rice, the last of its kind (as his mom let him have the last of the leftovers), is now nothing but a concoction of soggy meat and rice sautaed with his strawberry milk.
Usually, Gyuvin would be the bigger person and walk away; he’d shut his mouth, clean up the mess, and go about his day. But for some reason, he doesn’t feel like being the mature one today. Maybe it’s the never ending grating laughter coming from his friends, maybe it’s because he’s tired of Jiwoong pushing him around, or maybe it’s just because his mom’s bulgogi is the best bulgogi, and now he can’t have any, all because Kim Jiwoong was bored.
Without a second thought, Gyuvin rises from his chair, lifting his arms to push at the chest of an unexpecting Jiwoong, who stumbles onto the desks of Gyuvin’s friends behind him (he’ll apologize to them for that later). Jiwoong unfortunately finds his footing rather quickly, and doesn’t waste a second as he roughly grabs Gyuvin by the collar, dragging him to the nearest wall and slams him against it. “You fucking crazy? Huh?!”
Those dramas must be really getting to me, Gyuvin thinks. It becomes obvious when he doesn’t shut his mouth after Jiwoong’s question. “Fuck you, Jiwoong.”
He doesn’t even mean to spit in his face, but it happens when he speaks, and he can feel his past self crying tears of joy. He’s been wanting to do this for four years. Maybe the bulgogi sacrificed itself for this very moment. Thanks, Bulgogi. I’ll never forget you.
Jiwoong dryly laughs, lolling his head to the side like the psycho he is. “Yeah, you’ve clearly lost your mind. I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
Okay, remember when Gyuvin thought he was free from begging murdered and would live to see another day? He’s starting to think he spoke too soon.
It’s like things are moving in slow motion; Jiwoong releasing a hand on his collar in favor of making a fist angled straight at Gyuvin’s nose, his friends standing from their seats in dreadful anticipation, and the swift breeze that comes from the door being swung open.
“Leave him alone, Jiwoong.”
Ah, his guardian angel.
In less than a millisecond, Jiwoong’s vice grip on Gyuvin’s collar is released, and the fist ready to knock him out is lowered to his side. A deep sigh escapes his throat before he turns to the agitated student. “Go back downstairs, Y/n. This is nothing.”
Gyuvin almost laughs wholeheartedly at Jiwoong’s weak attempt to redirect them. As if he could get them to do anything he said.
Y/n cooks their head to the side, which in Gyuvin’s book is a telltale sign that they’re about to read the fuck out of Jiwoong. “Yeah, it was nothing, until you decided to come in here and bother them for literally no reason. Do you seriously have nothing else better to do?”
Gyuvin can feel an amused smile crawling onto his face as he watches Jiwoong scramble to find an excuse. Seeing Jiwoong try his hardest not to physically deflate in front of his friends would never get old.
And neither would his good-boy facade, apparently! Despite being caught in the act by Y/n for the millionth time, Jiwoong still attempts to save face by pulling out the puppy eyes plucked from the deepest pits of Hell, paired with the fakest apologetic look Gyuvin’s ever witnessed, and turns to be face to face with Y/n, caressing their arm in what he thinks is a comforting gesture. “Come on, don’t be like that. What, you want me to apologize?”
“Yes.”
Like he’s just heard he’s due to get castrated tomorrow morning, his hand’s cease the petting motion and Jiwoong does a double take. “You serious?” He looks into their eyes for any signs of humor behind them (which is stupid for issuing an apology, Gyuvin thinks), and when he doesn’t find any, he drops the act faster than Gyuvin can say ‘COD sucks’ and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out the loudest groan known to man. “Oh my- fine.” Jiwoong looks to his right, locking eyes with him, “Sorry for knocking over your piece of shit lunch, Gyuvin.”
Piece of— his mom’s bulgogi?! Of course Jiwoong wouldn’t know the significance the lunch held for Gyuvin, but he wouldn’t care anyway, so Gyuvin breaks eye contact and rolls his eyes as far into his head as humanly possible.
Gyuvin, now making his way to his book bag to retrieve napkins for his late lunch on the floor, can’t see the look of disbelief on Jiwoong’s face, but he sure can hear it. “What, you’re not gonna accept my apology?”
Gyuvin doesn’t stop fetching for the tissues even when he hears Jiwoong’s footsteps approaching him, and neither does he stop when they come to a halt. “He doesn’t have to do anything,” When he finally retrieves the napkins, Y/n is at his side on the floor, grabbing the empty plastic bag on his desk. “Now if you aren’t going to help clean up, then leave.”
Jiwoong furrows his eyebrows. “You don’t need to help them, Y/n.”
“I also don’t have to meet with you at the cafe after school.”
Oh, Gyuvin knows that one hurt. Everyone knows Jiwoong’s been dying to ask Y/n out for a while now (mostly because he’d never shut up about it), and boy was Gyuvin right. He stumbles over his words as he raises his arms before dropping them. “Come on, Y/n. It’s Valentine’s Day.”
Despite the obvious hurt in his voice, they don’t even spare him a glance, focusing on the mess in front of them. “..So? We’re not dating, take Minjeong or something.”
A beat of silence passes, and he thinks Jiwoong died of embarrassment until a scoff erupts from his throat. Okay, there was no way Gyuvin would miss out on seeing Jiwoong’s face after getting rejected before he could even confess, so he raises his head and fully suspects Jiwoong to be sulking or something. He was so wrong. When Gyuvin looks up, Jiwoong is staring right at him, his eyes holding nothing but disdain and revulsion. Wow, Gyuvin thinks, if this is how he reacts to them just simply helping me, what’s he gonna do when they accept (which they hopefully will) my confession? He’d rather not think about that right now actually, and he doesn’t have to any longer, as Jiwoong turns on his heels and makes his way out of the classroom, his goons behind him, but not before mumbling a parting gift for Gyuvin. “Fuckin’ freak.”
So original. Anyway, Gyuvin’s just glad he doesn’t have to deal with him for the rest of the lunch period. His friend’s are quick to his side, and he reassures them that he’s fine. “I’ll go get more napkins.” Eunseok nods and rises from the floor, and is halfway through the door before he stops when he realizes Taerae isn’t behind him.
He cranes his head to the side, and from the corner of his eye he can see Taerae still at Gyuvin’s side. Unbelievable. “Um, Taerae.” He raises his head to his friend standing, and doesn’t get the hint until Eunseok is nudging his head towards the hallway in a ‘get-the-fuck-out’ sorta way.
He looks between Gyuvin and Y/n before his whole body straightens, finally getting up from his crouching position. “Oh! Um, yeah. I’m going to get napkins too.” While Taerae walks towards his other friend, Gyuvin raises his head, and Eunseok gives him a thumbs up in support. It’s in that moment that Gyuvin decides pizza’s gonna be on him at tonight’s Epic Gamers Club™ meeting.
A beat of silence passes, only the sounds of his poor lunch being scooped up into the bag are heard, until Gyuvin musters the courage to start the conversation.
“Thanks for helping me.” He doesn’t have to stop his task to know that they’re smiling. “Of course, I’m sorry about him.” They say in a remorseful tone.
Gyuvin hates the way they apologize on Jiwoong’s behalf, but at the same time he can’t help the way their kindness makes him feel all warm and gooey inside— They're just too good for this world. “You don’t have to apologize for him. You’re not his babysitter.”
His last comment seems to make Y/n laugh. ‘Huh, I’m just funny like that, I guess’ (It’s what he’s thinking, but his friends would agree to disagree.) “It sometimes feels that way.”
Gyuvin hesitates to ask his next question; they’re not exactly close, but he’s been feeling all sorts of confident recently, so he does anyway. “Why do you hang out with him? With them?” ‘Them’ being the rest of Jiwoong’s posee who think they’re hot shit; being all types of mean to other students just because of their looks or their parents’ social statuses. Gyuvin doesn’t think he hates anything more than a snobby rich asshole, which is what induced Gyuvin’s question in the first place, because Y/n isn’t a snobby rich asshole, yet they hang out with a group of them. It’s a question he’s been dying to ask for years now, and all it took was for Jiwoong to fuck up his lunch. Gyuvin almost mentally thanks him, but he barfs in his mouth a bit just thinking about it.
A few seconds pass, and it seems like they’re trying to find an answer to the question themselves. A nervous sigh passes through their lips as they wipe at the strawberry milk staining the floor. “Well, I guess I just fell into it? The friend group, I mean. When I first transferred, I thought they were really nice. At least they treated me that way. I don’t know why.”
‘Because you’re smart and all types of talented and you’re fucking gorgeous’ and a thousand other things is what Gyuvin wants to say, but he keeps his thoughts to himself and lets them continue. “But yeah, they’d always push me to hang out with them, and I guess by the time I realized who they truly were, everyone had already established their friends groups.” At this point is where they ran out of napkins and there was still a bit of the mess left over, so the two sit across from each other, leaning on the legs of the desks behind them. Despite loving the alone time they’re getting, Gyuvin hopes Eunseok and Taerae come back with more tissue soon, or else he’d have to explain the mess to his teacher, thus taking the fall for Jiwoong once again. His sulking that came from just thinking about the possibility is interrupted when Y/n speaks again, in a more hushed tone this time. “I guess I’m just scared of being alone.”
Woah, Gyuvin’s never thought of it that way. Having no friends was a valid fear, hell, Gyuvin felt that way before he met his. He can’t imagine how it would affect Y/n. The school’s most popular student: a loner— they’d never hear the end of it.
He hates that they feel like they need to hang out with pieces of shit to avoid being lonely, when that isn’t the truth at all. As delusional as it may sound, Gyuvin is right here. Who cares if they don’t have similar interests? They can introduce each other to all their different hyper fixations and special interests. And so what if they’re from seemingly different worlds? Gyuvin would swim across all the oceans and walk over thousands of miles if it meant getting to be with Y/n. Every time they’re paired to work on an assignment together, whenever they congratulate him on yet another academic achievement, when Y/n spots him in the hallway and stops to talk to Gyuvin and only Gyuvin. It never gets old, his heart beating a million times over with how kind and effortlessly funny and drop dead gorgeous they are. Fuck, he thinks, I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if they reject me.
Gyuvin never wants them to feel alone, he needs to let them know that such a thing can never happen. He can tell his silence goes on longer than expected with the way they start to nervously fiddle with the edges of their uniform sleeves. He says it before he can think about it for another second. “You don’t have to be alone. I-I know we’re not close, but you can talk to me.”
With the speed in which their head lifts from their fixed view on the ground, Gyuvin doesn’t know if he’s successfully swooned them or if he effectively fucked up his chances at being anything to them. He needs to save face, so he raises his hands in defense, his eyes widening in pure fear. “O-only if you want to! Like. Just in case you felt like it or whatever.” Yeah, it totally wouldn’t put me into anaphylactic shock if you were to seek me out in any way shape or form!
Gyuvin lowers his hands, leans back on the legs of the desk, and watches as Y/n’s expression transforms from one of shock, to pure adoration. Their eyes soften in a way Gyuvin’s never seen before, and if he were to look a little closer, he swears there are tears swimming at the brim of them, threatening to fall.
‘FuckifImadeY/ncryI’mgonnaenditall’ is the one thought running through Gyuvin’s head as he waits for a response. He isn’t joking either— he’s sorry to his loved ones and all that, and he supposes the Epic Gamer Club™ would have to go on an indefinite hiatus with the emotional trauma it’d leave on his friends. He wonders if his dog would be brought to his funeral?
Turns out he won’t have to plan out his funeral arrangements after all, that becomes clear when a warm smile meets their eyes, and the tears dwindle to a glassy thin layer over their eyes. “I’d love to. Thank you, Gyuvin.”
Oh Gyuvin thinks his heart just exploded, but like, in a good way. A love explosion, if you will. He doesn’t waste a beat before he’s sporting a smile of his own, sitting straighter than before. “Anytime.”
His friends aren’t back, the period isn’t over yet, and he doesn’t want to stop the conversation there. So, he talks about the thing that’s been plaguing his mind for the past week. “I saw your locker. You got a lot of letters.”
Y/n laughs bashfully at the mention of the hundreds- no, thousands of letters they received today. When they arrived at school, they opened their locker and was bombarded with a sea of pink and red cards that practically drowned them, and by the time second period rolled around, their desk was stuffed to the brim with even more advances in the form of candies and cute plushies. “Yeah, I haven’t even gotten to a single one yet! I’ll do it before school ends, though. I’m glad people like me enough to get me things.”
They’ve got to be kidding. The spring semester of freshman year was absolutely rocked by the wave that was Y/n’s arrival. Despite coming from a normal, middle class family, they were quick to rise in popularity. At first, it had just been their beauty that seemed to draw everyone in, but as soon as they were able to showcase their physical and academic skill, along with their endless heaps of kindness, they became more than just a pretty face, and the whole student body can testify to that. Unfortunately, by the 4th day into the new semester Jiwoong and his loser-ass friends had already sunk their claws into Y/n and scooped them up before any other group could. But yeah, anyone who doesn’t love Y/n is crazy and is probably most definitely going to hell.
‘I hope you read mine.’ It’s at the tip of his tongue, he’s straightening his posture to sit taller and ask them with his whole chest, and—
“More napkins!” is the opener Taerae decides to go with as he and Eunseok barge into the confines of the classroom. “Uhh sorry we took so long, we were arguing about…” he turns to Eunseok who just shrugs his shoulders before turning back to the two. “.. who the strongest avenger is.”
Gyuvin wants to roll his eyes, partly because they couldn’t have come up with a lamer excuse even if they tried, they unknowingly sabotaged his unplanned confession, and cause the strongest avenger is obviously Scarlet Witch.
He decides against it, rather locking eyes with Y/n who he finds is already staring at him, and they exchange equally bashful smiles. Gyuvin isn’t mad at his friends, not when they invade his and Y/n’s space to help clean the last of the mess, and not when they use the rest of the lunch period to bombard them with questions like, ‘have you read kimetsu no yaiba?’ and ‘where would you go if a zombie apocalypse broke out?’ (they answered with staying in Seoul, which prompted Taerae to blatantly tell them they’re going to die, which in turn earned himself a slap from Gyuvin).
He isn’t mad because he still has a chance: today, at 3:00 in room 124 after school like his letter specified. He hopes, some way, that through the piles of letters and candies and plushies and whatever the hell else, they somehow recognize Gyuvin’s from the crowd, and pick him.
It’s time.
It’s time, and Gyuvin’s got it all figured out: Although school’s ended 45 minutes ago, he knows Y/n is part of the cooking club, so he isn’t keeping them behind or anything. He used that time to run to the flower shop a few minutes away and get them their favorites along with a stuffed animal. The classroom he initiated the meeting place in was one that was barely used by students, let alone teachers, so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Oh! And it’s on the first floor, so if Jiwoong happened to find out about his advances and decided to sabotage him with his friends, then he could jump out the window without sustaining any injuries.
Gyuvin’s got it all figured out, so why’s he practically shitting bricks right now?
There are a lot of reasons really— the main one being the fear of rejection which he’s afraid he’ll never be able to live down which will lead to him maybe most certainly doing something drastic.
But it’s 2:58, two minutes before Gyuvin’s letter says for them to meet, and he has to pull himself together. He decides pacing around the room a billion times isn’t gonna do the trick, so he opts out to sitting on the teacher’s desk instead, setting the flowers and plushie behind him. He pulls out his phone and at the same time receives a text from Eunseok.
eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>: let us know how it goes 🫡 also please don’t die today
eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>: taerae brought danganronpa and you know how he likes to voice the lines aloud. you’re nagito we need you
Along with Taerae’s ridiculous gaming antics, Gyuvin finds it amusing how Eunseok also thought about the possibility of Jiwoong finding him out, and it makes him laugh, somewhat calming his nerves down. It’s comforting to know that if this confession doesn’t end up going well, he’ll at least have his friends to fall back on.
“What’s so funny?”
The sudden voice echoes through the empty classroom and Gyuvin almost lauches his phone through the ceiling with the way he jumps.
His heart drops a million times over and he nearly passes out, but he doesn’t, as an angel was sent before him. The angel, if you will.
Standing by the now closed door was Y/n, the sun cascading over their skin to only amplify the seemingly everlasting glow on their face. The same tender smile that they gave Gyuvin a few hours earlier was back, and he looks down and—
They’re holding his letter.
Out of the swarm of all the pinks and reds, through the heart-shaped candies and the softest plushies, none of them are in sight but Gyuvin’s. Gyuvin’s, with the stupid Evangelion washi tape on the side preventing the envelope from falling open after he accidentally ripped it, the one with animal crossing stickers plastered every which way because Y/n mentioned the game once, the one with emoticons drawn on by Gyuvin himself in hopes of standing out in the sea of letters: it was in the grasp of Y/n’s hands, fiddling with the edges as they approach Gyuvin in what to him feels like slow motion.
He honestly feels like he could cry. Oh shit, is he crying? Gyuvin sets his phone down to raise a hand to his cheek, which is thankfully dry, but the action brings him back to reality and he realizes that he’s been staring for longer than normal, so he manages to use the little breath he has left to muster what he can.
“You came.” It’s not much, but it’s the best he can do, and way better than just staring at them in pure silence.
“Of course I did.” They say it like it’s the most obvious thing ever, which only serves to throw Gyuvin off even more.
“But- what about everyone else?” What he really wants to say is ‘why me?’ Throughout the day he’d pass by their locker, their desks, even Y/n themselves; everyone seeking them out were more than worthy candidates. Whether it were their looks, their popularity, or the fact that they were confident enough to confess straight to their face— all of them were more worthy than Gyuvin could ever be. So why were they here, at 3:00 pm in room 124 like the letter read?
They shrug, a knowing smile plastered on their face. “You said you wanted to talk?”
“Oh! Right. Yeah.” He opens his mouth, breathing in a handful of air before speaking again, “...I forgot what I was gonna say.”
It wasn’t a total lie! He was caught completely off guard, it was kinda expected to forget the speech he’s been practicing for weeks now. It doesn’t seem to phase Y/n though, for they simply shrug again, and begin to remove the letter from the envelope in their hand. “That’s okay. Maybe if we read your letter it’ll jog your memory.”
‘Dear Y/n,
I know we aren’t close, but you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before. Please meet me in room 124 @ 3:00pm today, so that I can express my feelings in full.
— Kim Gyuvin’
It sounded like poetry when Gyuvin read it in his head, aloud in his room, and then to his mom for a second voice of opinion (she said he was better than Shakespeare, which went straight to his head). But now Gyuvin isn’t too sure how that made the final cut, he cringes a million times over when they read it out loud.
He scratches the back of his head and tries to hide his mortification as much as possible. “Sorry, I know that’s pretty vague..”
“It’s okay! You can say whatever’s on your mind, I’m all ears.”
Holy shit, this was really happening. He doesn’t know why, but he wasn’t expecting to get this far. Maybe he thought Y/n was too good for him, and he really did think about the possibility of Jiwoong finding him out, but none of that matters anymore— not when his dream come true is standing right in front of him, when they could be doing anything else right now and they decided to be with him. The fact that they’re even giving him the time of day is enough to fuel him with more confidence than those romance dramas ever could.
He stands up from the desk, and takes a deep breath. “I really like you Y/n, I have for a while now. You’re smart and funny and really pretty, and you’re always nice to me. I know we don’t like all of the same things, but that doesn’t bother me. I want to learn more about you, I want to learn everything about you. I hope you feel the same way, and if not, I understand. I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we graduated without letting you know how I feel.” Without turning around, he reaches for the flowers and stuffed animal, trying his best to steady the nervous look creeping onto his face as he holds the items out between the two of them. “Please be my valentine! And then something more. If you wanted to.”
Gyuvin’s rant has finally come to an end, and he doesn’t realize they’re tearing up until he’s holding the items up for them to take.
Oh my God he’s seriously made Y/n cry, he’s got to end it now. It’s what he’s thinking until his personal space is being invaded by the warmth of the bone crushing hug Y/n has them in before Gyuvin can even apologize.
Despite their face being shoved into his chest, tears wetting his uniform vest, they still manage to muster a coherent response. “I’m glad you told me before graduation. Of course I’ll be your valentine.”
Wait, what? Gyuvin stiffens in their hold when he both realizes that he hadn’t returned their hug and that they said yes?! “Oh my God really? Wait. I’m sorry, I know this is what I like, wanted, but can I ask why?” their hold on Gyuvin releases a bit as he continues, “Is this just you being nice? Cause if so—”
In the span of two seconds, their warmth is gone, and Gyuvin can’t even sulk the lost feeling before he’s being punched in the arm. “Ow!”
Their tear stained face holds a look of offense, like Gyuvin just wronged their entire lineage. “You think I’m crying just to be nice?” Oh, he thinks, thats a good point. “I like you too, dummy. You’re really smart, and you never stoop to people like Jiwoong’s level whenever they bother you. Also, you get really cute when talking about your dog or those games you like.”
They actually listened to his stupid rants? How could he not blush at that? It spreads from his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears, and fails to go unnoticed by Y/n. “And when you blush. You’re just a big cutie.”
Oh Gyuvin’s having one of those love explosions again, but like, a million times worse. This can’t possibly be good for his health. In a poor attempt to hide his bashfulness, Gyuvin brings his hands up to cover his face, his words muffled by the makeshift shield. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this is happening.”
And apparently Gyuvin’s suffering is funny? Because now they’re laughing, coming closer and raising their own hands to grab at Gyuvin’s wrists, successfully pulling them away from his face. “Don’t be shy now! You’ve come so far.”
They’re right, he has come so far. So why cower away now? He’s quite literally got them in the palm of his hands (or vise versa, he should say), and he’ll be damned if he lets them slip away now. With their hands now holding his wrists at their sides, Gyuvin doesn’t have half the mind to think before he’s leaning in, landing a feather-light peck to their lips. ‘Oh fuck, am I doing this right?’ It isn’t until now that Gyuvin remembers he’s never actually kissed anyone before, and panic follows quickly as he pulls away, their faces still mere inches away. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t really know what I’m—”
Their lips are suddenly on each other again, but it’s Y/n who initiates the kiss, and it's beyond better than Gyuvin’s. It’s light and refreshing, like how Gyuvin feels whenever they’re around. Their lips are as soft as their hands in his grip, and he can feel them smiling against his as they continue. He never wants to let go of this moment.
He ends up not minding when it does end though, for when they both pull away, Y/n finally lets his wrists go in favor of holding his face in their hands, which has Gyuvin practically melting into their touch. “If you apologize one more time, I’m going to punch you again.” They smile, despite having just threatened him.
Gyuvin doesn’t mind, though. They could hit him with the force of a hundred meteors, and he’d still forgive them. So he just smiles, basking in the warmth of their hands. “So, what’d you wanna do now?”
Y/n ponders for a moment, and perks up not long after. “Wanna go grab food?”
Oh, Gyuvin could cry. Y/n came straight from the cooking club, where they make full course meals that they get to eat at the end, so there was no reason for Y/n to be hungry. Yet Gyuvin’s lunch was ruined by what’s-his-face, and there was no way he wasn’t starving by now, and they remembered that.
He doesn’t wanna ruin the mood with his crocodile tears, so he sucks up his tears as much as he can, and smiles fondly instead. “Sounds perfect.”
Gyuvin’s still in a minor state of shock when they walk out of the school's doors. The person who he’s been pining over for the past four years likes him back, and they’re going on a date. Is this a date? He doesn’t want to ask, rather basking in the sun from both the sky and the one right next to him. He’s kind of worried that Jiwoong is gonna find out, but he can’t find it in himself to care all that much when his valentine is holding his hand as they make their way to the train station.
He takes note of their warning from earlier, but he has to ask. “Are you okay? Sorry for making you cry.”
Gyuvin’s ready to take a punch, but he’s lightly shoved instead, making the both of them lose their footing a bit before walking in tandem again. “It’s okay. And yeah, you’re just really sweet.” They turn to him and smile, squeezing his hand lightly. “Okay, let’s learn more about each other starting now. What kind of ramen do you like?”
“Wanna check out the new spot downtown and find out?”
Gojo’s boy toys (◕ε◕*)
3:40 pm
You: bros.
eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : bro??
taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : was that a good bros or a bad bros
You: we kissed
You: we’re going out for ramen now
taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : ?$/;&/??@
taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : BROOOOOO
eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : omg i’m crying
eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : gyuvin im crying
taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : he is crying gyuvin
taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : we’re so happy for you bro.
You: thanks guys 😄
i’ll still be home in time to play so
just sit tight
taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : tell y/n i say sorry for saying they have zero survival instinct!!!
eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : AND FUCK YOU JIWOONG
a/n: in no way am i implying that doing things like reading manga or playing smash bros is weird, i just took things that’ve gotten me called a nerd 😭😭 also being a nerd isn’t bad i love my nerds 🫡 stream beautiful monster stan p1h get get get get a guitar bai
#yall ngl i don’t watch romance dramas#so idk if that choi woong is a good guy fr#i just looked up male leads don’t come for me!!!#also eunseok is a good wingman bc he has a girlfriend. who is me. im his gf#ZHANGHAO OST SNEAK#gyuvin x reader#gyuvin x you#kim gyuvin x reader#zb1 x reader#zb1 x you#zerobaseone fanfiction#zerobaseone fanfic#zerobaseone x reader#eunseok fanfic#taerae fanfic#gyuvin fluff#gyuvin angst#zb1 fanfic#noelle.writes
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Wish to read a fanfic in which Mu-chan actually got hurt after the vote, and KSJ is angry not because LMS stole The Killing Vote but because he raised his hand on KMC. 🥺
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Silk, Ink, Honey ｡˚ ° PJM
Pairings ｡˚ ° Jimin x Namjoon (past), Jimin x Yoongi (hinted), Jimin x Donghyun (focus)
Characters ｡˚ ° Inmate Jimin (bts), Flashback Namjoon (bts), Art teacher Yoongi (bts), Inmate Woong (ab6ix), Inmate Jisung (skz), Inmate Daehwi (ab6ix), CO Woojin (ab6ix), Inmate Donghyun (ab6ix)
AU ｡˚ ° Prison
Genre ｡˚ ° character exploration, dark
Warnings ｡˚ ° Crimes lol, mentions of sex, implication of self harm
Word count ｡˚ ° 2.3k
Summary ｡˚ ° Jimin is introduced to the pod! He reflects on a past fling and the man who got him into art theft in the first place before deciding he's gotta move on. He's interested in the art teacher, but too nervous to approach. He decides to hone in on one of the other inmates instead...
Notes ｡˚ ° Not proof read lol. No plot mostly for character development and personal fun.
Masterlist Masterlist
Prison Masterlist
Jimin replays that night in his head over and over again. Silk against silk. The pale flowers embroidered on Joon’s suit jacket. Green silk against the satin of his hands. He would have clung harder if he knew. Balled his hands into fists, grated against the lotus threads so hard they would have formed calluses on his palms, dug his nails into cold fabric until they left tiny snags.
But he didn’t know.
So their last night was the routine. Jimin had incense burning that time. It curled around the parlor, sweet little scent ghosts trailing in the unmoving air. Joon complained it made his head swarm. Made it too heavy on his broad shoulders. They discussed work. They touched and sighed. They parted ways. They’d meet again to finish the work. Each job had such a delicate plan. It had to be executed perfectly, that’s why they met to discuss beforehand.
Jimin was an actor and Joon was the director.
He had to play the part, twist and manipulate their victims into place. Sometimes they fell for sensual. Sometimes they wanted cute. Sometimes they just needed someone to ramble to.
If only he knew.
The bite of the handcuffs was sobering to say the least. Incense and silk, grandmother would have told him. She would have yelled until she lost her voice. This was inevitable, your stolen luxury could never last.
The charges were baffling.
Art theft. Fraud. Tax Evasion. Identity theft. Money Laundering.
Of course Joon’s list was longer. Or Jimin assumed anyway. They were pulled apart. Not in the same pod. Not in the same courtroom. Not in the same prison after sentencing. Maybe it was in case they filed a mistrial. Maybe they didn’t want them talking. Planning. Worming their way out of their sentences so they can continue to spin silk together. And of course it burns.
Jimin kept his hands smooth for him. Like clouds. Sanded and moisturized. There was a vanity drawer full of products somewhere. They used to be Jimin’s but god only knows where they ended up. Rose and lavender. Starseed and promise. More scents than he could count. One for every mood and every hair color he tried. Red and wish. Silver and citrus. Black and sandalwood. Yellow and kisses.
He would be luxury for his partner.
He missed him. He craved him. Every second. And he tried to connect. Maybe a phone call. Or at least a letter. From one prisoner to another. Different cells, different pods, different buildings, pulled apart by the blind hand of lady justice.
It had only been a few weeks since he arrived. The unanswered letters… maybe they just never made it. Maybe he should be more patient.
Or maybe he should just distract himself.
He had only really talked to his cellmate. He was cool. Icy. He played his solitaire, delt hands in the dayroom, shuffled and shuffled when he was bored. A gambler. His list of crimes was long, and he never disclosed them all. Jimin didn’t know how to navigate this new landscape, but one thing was clear to him judging by his cellmate's detached demeanor. You’re not here to make friends.
But Jimin needs a friend. What’s a distraction if there’s not a friend involved?
There are demons moving between these white walls swathed in orange. Jimin watched them carefully. Some of them do seem to crave companionship.
There’s the man that sits next to him in their art class. The class itself? Something about anger management. Venting emotions healthily without violence or addiction. Jimin would always eye the canvas next to his. Such a soft boy with a wide chest that reminded him of Joon. His voice was quiet, a sickly sweet whisper dripping wisteria and dreams. His words were bundled in brightly colored wax wrappers. He never fights. Never insults. Just exists. Compliments and small tokens of friendship.
But Jimin’s seen what his pens do. Broken bones and gore. Twisted animal fetuses and teeth that jump from the page. Nightmares and crows. Melting skin and demon’s with fox skulls. They’ve whispered about him in the pod. He’s cursed.
And then there’s the art teacher himself… there’s the prize. Pale with long fingers, black hair that falls into his eyes. He’s a healer. Jimin may still crave the silk clad man that handed him millions before setting fire to everything, but he can crave other things too. Distractions. Sweet thin boys that get tangled in the sheets.
But that was… ambitious. To seek someone not stuck behind painted metal like he was. And Joon was still so… fresh.
Incense and tattoo ink. Silk and lotus petals.
Art teacher Min would have to wait. Jimin needed an easier ride first. His blood obsessed peer would be easy, but to be frank he made Jimin nervous. There was something dead in his eyes.
But not everyone looking for a companion screams it. Attention seekers can be quiet. They can stick to floors and loiter in dark corners with hot tears in their eyes. Of course there were people like that here.
Joon always called him a whore. Jimin never really bothered to correct him as he wasn’t entirely wrong. Long term? Tied forever to one person? A ball and chain. That’s why he and Joon worked so well together. They would explore and come back together again. Billions of faces on the earth, what was stopping a person from sampling his fair share?
Jimin’s met all kinds of people in his line of work. In both the very legal tattoo parlor he ran and the very illegal side hustle he started with his long term booty call. But only meeting a person, only talking to them? Sometimes it's not enough flavor. Sex was a merging of souls. And now, it can serve as a distraction. A short term fling to pick up and drop. He could work his way through this prison until he had the gusto to challenge the art teacher with those long pale fingers that haunted the inside of his eyelids.
A whore and an attention seeker. That’s what Joon would say if he was here.
And of course there was a silent attention seeker.
Jimin was leaning in his doorway. It’s where he usually was, watching the commotion. Listening to the screaming.
The boy from his art class was with the smaller, meaner man he was always with. They were pouring over a thick book. His cellmate was dealing hands to a gaggle of men, as usual. The gentle CO was on duty. The one that was easy to bribe and would twist rules meant to be iron. Roses crawled up from under his collar. Jimin wondered if he knew the artists that colored him.
The attention seeker that refused to seek attention was alone. A wonderful distraction. Something to burn the silk he spent years spinning off his hands.
Jimin knew how to sway when he walked. He had an arsenal of smiles and he wore this one very carefully. Sultry. Venus.
There was a felt pen in his hand. He snagged it from the art room a few days ago. Min had seen. He didn’t raise a single finger to stop Jimin from carrying it back to the pod. He really just wanted it to draw. It’s not like he had foul intentions. At least not yet. Not like others around here.
Fallen Angel. Alexandre Cabanel. Oil on canvas.
That’s what Jimin thinks of when he looks into the eyes of his chosen toy. Those same, hateful, tear lined eyes. Mistrusting. Abused. His jaw locks when Jimin slinks closer, entire body tensing. He was running red beads through his fingers. Over and over again, a nervous reflex. Each one would quickly pop through his clenched knuckles in a way that was almost comical. There should be loud sound effects. Clack clack, pop pop, squelch squelch. Jimin didn’t realize the beads were a rosary until he was on top of the table looking down on the hunched figure in front of him.
Jimin cooed. A sweet sound. Venus draped in layers of pink satin. “So lonely over here…”
A quick study with an artist’s eye. Big nose. A diagonal line of moles on the right side of his face. A cupid’s bow that twitched beautifully as he reacted to Jimin’s words. Cat eyes. Furrowed brow. Bleach damaged hair.
Jimin wasn’t keen on waiting for the response. It wouldn’t be anything affirmative. He reached out instead, grabbing his right wrist, pulling it towards him. Extended arm, his limbs were long. He braced himself on the table, not fighting Jimin at all, but remaining tense. A tightly wound spring, he was preparing to react violently if he had to. A dog would growl. This man only glared with his sad eyes.
Prison issued clothes are short sleeved and thin. Jimin’s seen his fair share of supplemental clothing on commissary. His new toy had some. A white thermal. The sleeves were pulled low, down to his palms with the white collar rising higher on his throat than the issued orange one. Jimin pushed the sleeve up. Gold silk, he needed skin. The marker was balanced between his ring finger and pinky, and he hummed tilting his head. What would look good on this skin?
“I’ll ink you.”
Jimin turned his hand over exposing the hairless inside. This was where the line was drawn. His distraction grunted and tried to pull his arm away. Jimin may be small, but his strength is not to be contended with. He dug his fingernails into that honeyed skin and wrenched it back towards him.
“I said I’ll ink you.”
Distraction sucked air in heavily. “Not the inside.” His voice was nothing like Jimin expected. It was a lullaby, not nearly half as harsh as his eyes. As his permanently furrowed brows. Musical. Not too deep and not too high. The right amount of soft.
Jimin leaned closer to his face, plastering the sweetest smile he could on his face. “Why?”
The hand was flipped again. Another smaller tug of war. Toy didn’t seem to have the heart to win it. He could have pulled Jimin off the table if he really wanted to.
Jimin cooed again. “That’s not worth all that fuss is it?”
Scar tissue. That’s all it was. Pink parallel lines. Some fresher than others.
Distraction’s eye twitched, and he pulled his lips into a tight line. Disagreement.
Jimin ran his thumb over the raised skin, tracing at first, before drawing circles making a strange pattern of touch. Smooth rough. Flat raised. Honey crystals. Silk burlap.
The marker made a distinct pop when he freed it of its plastic cap. “You remind me of a mourning dove.” He needed a cover up. Doves would do it. Doves and flowers. Jimin concentrated on the black lines. The closeness of skin. The heat of art and breath.
Toy was silent for a long time, dark eyes following the lines forming over his self hatred. Jimin sensed it would take a long time to mold this toy into the distraction he needed. He wondered if it would be worth it, or if he should try for another boy. It’s not like there was a shortage of them here.
“I could make a gun,” Jimin said softly. “I could make this forever.”
“And mutilate the body God gave me?” The rosary was tightly clutched in his left hand. Gold satin staining white at his grip.
Jimin stifled a laugh. “More than you already have?” The scars were obvious.
Toy turned his head away, some distance spot on the concrete floor suddenly more interesting than the artwork blooming on his wrist. “Self flagellation,” he mumbled.
“Should I cover you in crosses, oh pious one?”
The head snapped back towards Jimin. Fire in the eyes of Lucifer. Jimin can’t help but smirk. He always enjoyed being annoying. Getting under the skin, but only a little. Not far enough to hurt, just enough for those dramatic head turns.
Distraction’s eyes traveled around Jimin’s face for awhile. Responses were weighed. The one that came was not as confrontational as Jimin expected.
“Why are you here?”
Jimin quirked an eyebrow, marker still poised above his skin. “For fun.”
Silence, and Jimin focused on his feathers again. They were furling. He would do an entire sleeve. Stay here with this man’s skin forever. He smelled like the same prison issued soap they all smell like. Jimin wondered what he would smell like naturally. In his environment, in his prime. A thick cologne? Incense and pews? A light floral scent?
“You have such nice skin…” Jimin mumbled.
“And I suppose you’ve seen a lot of skin, Michelangelo?”
Plush lips turned up in the corners. “I’ve always considered myself more of a Rembrandt. And yeah, I’ve seen a lot of skin. I could stand… to see more of yours?” He raised it as a question, eyes flicking upwards to read distraction’s face. The expression was the same one as before. Pained. Bored. Hateful. Jimin wondered if his face ever changed.
Toy’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. A clear tsk. “And you haven’t even taken me out to dinner.”
Jimin feigned a gasp. “My dearest apologies, would the gentleman prefer the undercooked grits or the burnt tater tots tonight?”
Toy’s nose crinkled. Jimin reveled in the expression change. “Fair point.” He turned a little pensive, then, meeting Jimin’s eyes with more curiosity than animosity. Jimin let go of his hand. A drowsy mourning dove cradled in a wreath of roses and thorns. Distraction studied it for a minute, pursing his lips. He took a breath. “You can call me Donghyun.” He stood, and Jimin was pleased to note his height. “The extra skin can come later.”
He left Jimin with that invitation like a puff of fading incense, walking away studying his inked wrist. Jimin smirked to himself. Oh, he would be coming later all right. How could he deny such a golden invitation.
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Tomorrow goes into my top five favorite dramas of all time.
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Nothing So Far
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Frilly Dresses, Danger &
Doom.
Word count; 2,468
Fandom; AB6IX
Ratings; Explicit
Pairing; Reader X Jeon Woong & Reader X Park Woojin
Characters; Park Woojin, Jeon Woong, Lee Daehwi & Kim Donghyun
Warnings; Angst, mentions of Kidnap and stalking.
Notes; Chapter 3/12 of part two.
Earlier Part & Chapters found here.
Your heart dropped when you heard those words. “Why is she there?” You barked, “I don’t know I think she’s sick, she’s been visiting quite a few times recently,” Daehwi replied. “We need to find out why?” you said sounding concerned, your hand reaching for your necklace.
She had been poorly before she left you, had you holding her hostage made her that unwell. Maybe she was unwell because she missed you, a slight smile spreading across your face. You knew the feeling, your life hadn’t been the same since.
“Have her watched more,” you ordered your younger brother. You mentally heard his eyes roll and you smiled knowing that he had acquired a soft spot for her that he wouldn’t hesitate to keep a more closer eye on her. “Just make sure she doesn’t see you,” you said biting your lips. “Daehwi you haven’t told Woong have you?” you asked. “No he’s too busy filling into your shoes these days to care about anyone let alone Y/N,” he said sounding a little disappointed.
All you thought of was of Y/N, worrying for her health. Holding every memory of her the way she smelt, the Way she smiled, her smart mouth, her grip around your throat which always made you smile. The way the pain burned when she grinded alongside your days old shot wound. The wound that your own brother caused because he knew you and Y/N had fallen for each other, a permanent mark and all you had left from her.
Your thoughts was disrupted when the phone went, it was your father. He had asked for you to visit Woong, their was trouble brewing from the mess Woong and Youngmin caused with Jonghee. Apparently he was alive hanging on in intensive care like most of his fallen men. But rumours of your family link to them was floating. Your father’s concern for your brothers and their ability to deal with it had you ordered to return.
You had mixed feelings being back in the same country then Y/N. The desire to watch over her threatening to make your usual stern reasoning feel a little too fluffy for your liking.
You was sat in a local bar with Woong when your phone rang. You excused them to the quiet garden answering the phone to a worried Daehwi. “She’s back at the hospital again,” he panted. Your heart fell, she must be really poorly to be back there. “Follow her, find out what department she’s in,” you ordered. “That’s the thing Hyung, I already have and yeah well she ……….” Daehwi said before disappearing. You looked at your phone it’s lifeless black screen in your focus. “Fuck,” you cursed, the phone had died, you had come straight from the airport. You tossed your dead phone back into your pockets, your mind running through all sort of scenarios that could have her unwell.
“Are you even listening to me?” Woong growled as you was hugging your whisky. “Yes I am,” you replied, Woong’s eyes glaring over you with frustration. “Your such a liar, who was on that call that got you so lost?” he asked, looking a little concerned. “What call?” you scoffed, downing the whisky burning your throat. “The one that had you rush out to the garden to take,” Woong said raising his eyebrow at you. “That was Daehwi it was nothing, his usual droning on,” you said trying to sound uninteresting.
Woong’s phone then went off and he excused himself to leave. It wasn’t long before Donghyun arrived as he slouched next you on the stools around your table when Woong returned looking a little frazzled.
“We need to take this somewhere a little private,” he said his face looking concerned. “Their about to wake him,” he said glaring at you, your heart sunk knowing what he meant. Once he was awake he would know what your family had done.
You left the bar, but before you could get into the car your eyes widened, standing across the road behind Woong was her. Your Y/N, she looked radiant, she didn’t look unwell. “I’ll meet you back at the house,” you said to Woong before watching his quizzing Scoff and enter the car. You hastily dashed across the road following the path that you last saw Y/N. You barely saw her in the distance entering a shop with her mother.
You stumbled into the shop, your eyes searching for her, the desire to see her up close overpowering yourself. It was then you felt some hands clasp over your shoulder and you spun to see Donghyun looking at you, his eyebrows raised. “What are you doing in a baby shop?” he quizzed. But before you could even reply noticing the baby items surrounding you, his face paled as his eyes froze behind you.
“Is that Y/N?” he whispered as you spun around. Donghyun was right she was in a baby shop looking up baby clothes. Frilly pretty little dresses in her view as she was feeling the material. “Brother why is she here?” Donghyun whispered. “Maybe she’s buying a outfit for a pregnant friend,” you replied.
You then remembered your calls with Daehwi, he was about to tell you why she was at hospital. Your heart thumped, you needed to get closer, hear what she was saying. “Really?” You heard her question her mother who was gleaming with pride as she took the dresses in. “Well my granddaughter deserves the best,” she said looking at you with pride as her eyes took to your stomach. Y/N moved to her side and their was no mistake a small but defiant bump on display.
Your legs almost gave way, she was pregnant. Was that your baby? Was you about to be a dad? You stumbled reaching the clothes rack in-front. She turned your direction, you moved with her throwing yourself to the floor, your weakened legs happy to oblige as you crawled around trying not to be seen. It was then you found Donghyun. “Brother what the hell you doing,” he chuckled. You yanked his arm down. “Get down before she sees us,” you growled. “It’s just Y/N,” he chuckled trying to stand up. “She can’t see us, ever,” you scowled at him. His face looking saddened as he remembered the pact you had shared.
“What is she doing here anyway did you find out?” he said peeking through the racks. “Wait that’s a bump,” he whispered. “She’s pregnant, is that Woongs baby do you think?” He said. Your heart sunk remembering their time spent together. You knew they had slept together several times compared to your one hot time with her in the car on the way home.
The chances was that was Woong’s baby she was carrying, but the slight chance that baby was yours crept into your thoughts.
“Just because your in a baby shop doesn’t mean you have to crawl around like baby’s,” a voice chuckled above you. Daehwi was standing their arms folded but a grin at seeing his hyungs hiding. “It’s ok she left just now,” he chuckled as you stood up, you yanking his collar.
“She’s fucking pregnant and you didn’t say,” you said shaking him as he brushed your hands off him. “Hyung I did say, it’s not my fault your phone died on me,” he said scowling. “I even know there’s no father noted down too and how far gone she is,” he said smirking. “Please tell me it’s Woongs baby,” Donghyun said excitedly like a school child that earnt you scowling at him.
“Yes she’s 18 weeks pregnant, that’s our flesh and blood she’s carrying,” Daehwi said with an almost doe eyed expression. “That’s great news, because bringing a child to our world is what we want,” you scoffed, your brothers both looking at the floor saddened. “We made a deal, what ever happens we stay away, and we can’t tell Woong. We both know he would be the first to break that promise,” you said looking serious at them. “But Hyung she’s pregnant that changes things,” Daehwi said looking softened. “And that expression right their puts her and that baby in danger,” you scowled at him. “Once people realise that baby belongs to us that baby will have a price on their head,” you added. “Her head,” Daehwi replied with a sickly sweet smile, “it’s a girl,” he added his grin widening.
You felt the dizziness return when you realised it was dresses they was looking at and her mother described the baby as her granddaughter. Y/N was carrying your daughter, or possibly your daughter. You put your hand to your head to help you recompose your expression. Daehwi and Donghyun looking at you like you was a parent deciding if they could have a puppy. “That makes it worse, can you imagine what they can do to a girl especially when she gets older, or have you all forgot how we met Y/N,” you said, their face falling as they took your words. “Look I’ll ring Taehoon, I’ll get a team put on to watch and keep her safe. But we have to stay away, and not a single word to anyone. No one can know she’s carrying one of our family members babies,” you said.
You stayed longer then you should, the situation with Jonghee calming down as the attempt to wake him up not being fruitful. You was packing your belongings to go home, when Woong busted through the door. “He’s awake Woojin,” he said panting looking shaken. “If they go searching for Y/N and find her,” he gulped pausing, “I won’t ever forgive myself,” your heart thudding in its wake. You couldn’t have Y/N anywhere near you and Woong. You promised to never come back, you knew her heart couldn’t say goodbye twice. You knew she had a boyfriend, your heart splintering at the thoughts of those two together when Taehoon told you. Your heart feeling heavy at imagining those two together, that she had moved on so quickly. But at the same time you felt gratitude, he was going to keep that baby safe, play the dad you knew you could never be. A chance to be normal, have a safe life.
But things had changed. Because of Woong, because of you she was in danger, so was the baby. You reached into the draws holding the keys to your secret lodge in Baeksasil Valley. “Get Donghyun and Daehwi to take her here,” you ordered him. “While me and you find a way to bring calm down here,” you added, his face fell at your suggestion but he took the keys and left.
It wasn’t long before your meeting with Woong and your men was cut short by Daehwi and Donghyun’s return. You was taken back as they should be on their way to Baeksasil Valley and not here. You scowled as their sorrowful face met yours and Woongs. You both threw worried glances at each other across the table. You excused yourself encouraging Woong to continue with the meeting. He looked hazily at your frustration at being kept out the loop.
You three made your way to the corridor your finger on your lips before you found yourself in the business sitting room. “Please tell me you didn’t bring her here,” you spluttered. “She’s not here,” Donghyun said, his eyes refusing to meet yours. “She refused to come,” Donghyun added into the silence. “What? you telling me you left her there?” You growled. “Brother she doesn’t want anything to do with us, she told us to leave her alone, and to stop following her,” Donghyun said his eyes watering. “Could none of you drag her ass here,” you shouted, the panic rising in your throat. “She’s pregnant what did you want us to do? drag her kicking and screaming stressing her out while pregnant?” Donghyun choked.
“Well now we know it’s not Woong’s baby and that boyfriend of hers we should have done just that,” Daehwi said rolling his eyes. You gasped in his direction, “That’s right she told us to leave her, that pretty boy and there baby alone,” he said coldly. “I told you she was bad news but you and Woong wouldn’t have it,” he added. “Daehwi, and you said your the clever one, do you ever listen to Taehoon. He’s basically acting the dad, he isn’t one,” you bit out. “No brother your wrong she swore that baby was his, apparently they slept together as soon as you dropped her home. That’s how much she’s pining after us,” Donghyun said scrunching his face.
No this had to be Y/N being stubborn, she wouldn’t have told you she loved you and fallen for someone else. That baby had to be yours or if not yours Woongs, but not another.
“Wait if your here who’s watching her?” You quizzed. “She told us to go so we left, I’m not babysitting a whore,” Daehwi spluttered. “Daehwi she still pregnant and she’s still in danger because of us, because of Woong and also You,” you shouted. “What more can I fucking do,” Daehwi screamed, you felt your blood pressure rise. What had she said to turn him anti on her again. “Daehwi I’m not asking I’m telling you, get back there and watch over her, nothing’s changed,” you growled your face inches from his.
“What’s going on brother?” Woong asked entering the room not long after Donghyun and Daehwi left. “Y/N being a typical Y/N that’s all,” you said pouring a whiskey. “She refused to come didn’t she?” he asked. You knocked the whiskey back. “Can you blame her,” he added as you poured another shot. “All we’ve done is try to kill her and pimp her out,” he said as you knocked back another shot letting your throat burn. “What are we going to do?” he asked. “You and me are going to solve a way, leave Donghyun and Daehwi to keep Y/N safe,” you said pouring another shot letting the lightheaded feelings spread through you. Your brain was Beginning to hurt and you hated over thinking.
Two days had passed and you received that call the one you feared. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but they have her,” Taehoon’s voice chilled down the phone. Your heart sunk, before you could respond a curdling scream left your mouth, everything near you was thrown or smashed. Your brothers rushing to the room. Woong’s arms trying to cradle you. “They have her, They have her,” you cried as your legs went. Woong’s face paled as he fell into you, silence leaving his lips. Donghyun and Daehwi’s faces twisted to glance at each other.
Because of you, Y/N and the baby was in more danger then ever!
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[AB6IX] WOONG ☆ SING FOR ME
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☆ comfort fluff
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☆ The voice of your boyfriend never fails to give you comfort, so you ask him to sing for you.
Woong’s eyes widen a fraction when he feels arms wrap around his torso. He flinches on instinct before the scent of you wraps around him as well and his body relaxes.
“What’s up?” he asks with a soft smile, but you don’t reply. He feels your head rest against his back and suddenly senses that this time your backhug isn’t because of playfulness but of you seeking comfort.
After a beat of silence, he calls your name softly and he finally hears your voice, although a bit muffled by his clothes. “Sing for me?”
The request surprises him but it’s an easy one to fulfill. He could sing for you anytime, so it only takes a second for him to recover. “What do you want to hear?”
“Anything. Just your voice. It doesn’t have to be a real song, just humming is fine too,” you whisper into his back then add, “please?”
Woong makes an attempt to ignore the way his heart is fluttering and channels these warm feelings into a soft melody he starts to hum. It takes a little while until you feel yourself starting to calm down, your tense muscles relaxing and a slow breath leaving your lips. Woong puts his hands on top of yours at his stomach and intertwines your fingers. The way he gently holds you feels grounding and leaning onto him, you find the strength to stay on your feet.
A few minutes pass and the two of you start swaying side to side to the melody he hums. At first, the motions are similar to the way one would rock a crib to a lullaby but somehow his bright personality still seeps through, and instead of feeling sleepier, you find yourself rejuvenated. The slow pace turns just a bit more energetic and before you realize what is about to happen, Woong twirls you around to face him.
There’s a warm look in his eyes and a kind smile on his lips, though his brows are slightly furrowed in concern. You know that he hates seeing you upset and feeling down, that if you’re sad, he feels just as sad. You know this but for some reason, you don’t always realize it until you see it expressed on his face. However, when you finally do see it, just like now, you feel your worries melt away and mellow out until the smallest smile graces your expression, trying to mirror his.
“Are you okay?” he asks while raising his arm to caress your cheek with the back of his hand.
This time, you nod. “I’m okay, just having a bit of a hard time lately.”
“Is there something I can help you with?” He offers and you know his offer is sincere, that he truly wants to help you with everything in his power, but you shake your head. Unfortunately, there are many situations in life that simply can’t be helped. Still…
“Just be there for me, like this,” you smile, a bit brighter this time and bury your face in the crook of his neck.
Woong hugs you to him tightly and presses a kiss on the crown of your head, saying, “I can do that.” Then he starts humming a new tone, swaying the two of you in a slow rhythm once again.
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2023 Dramas I Watched in 2023
Cdramas:
A League of Nobleman--Slashy historical mystery drama. I loved all the slashiness and all the intrigue and then in the last few episodes I fell even more in love with the villain. Worth a watch but not my favorite slashy historical mystery of the year.
Mysterious Lotus Casebook--My favorite slashy historical mystery drama of the year! Tho more wuxia than historical I suppose. Bromance and archnemeses and identity porn abound. The identity porn in particular was a special treat for me; a character wandering around all these ppl who care deeply about him or idolize him but all think he's dead is my catnip. (I technically have a few episodes left to go on this one but I'm still counting it bc I am very close.)
Parallel World--YE LIUXI. I did a review of this one here! The short version: urban fantasy and parallel worlds in a desert setting, with a badass amnesiac female protagonist.
The Lady and the Lies--Miniseries, one of those short-episode things that China's doing a lot of now. Involved a cheating husband and a wife out to get revenge. I'm sorry but I shipped the wife with almost every person doing her wrong. She should destroy their lives and also dom them. They're all kind of obsessed with her anyway, in their own way.
Under the Microscope--You ever sit down and say, "Okay, but what I REALLY want from all these historical dramas is to just dig into the tax fraud going on in the background"? Me too, my friend. This show and Long River, which I also watched this year, are all about logistics, bureaucracy, and corruption, and the small man's struggle against ppl in power. That makes them both kind of difficult watches in a way, but also fascinating. I have yet to finish Long River, but this one is an easy 14 episodes and not as emotionally draining, so it was much easier for me to binge through.
Ye Cheng--I must admit I watched this for the pretty people. It's set in a matriarchal fantasy wuxia setting, but the gender role reversal feels a little shallow when the strongest good guy and the strongest bad guy are both men, even tho in theory women are supposed to be the warriors in this setting. However, the role reversal can be quite interesting in some ways--watching the male MC run a brothel as the city's top entertainer, try to use his ~masculine wiles~ to charm the FMC in a way that would be more typically feminine, and deal with the power dynamics of joining the FMC's household. Also, the two leads are just a lot of fun and have a lot of chemistry. The plot is sometimes stupid, but it's still a lot of fun to watch. Also, this was one of just two dramas I managed to finish this year that were mostly romance focused. When you reach the "dropped" section you will see that this is an impressive feat.
Kdramas:
Bloodhounds--I love Woo Do-hwan and I love Park Sung-woong but you know I was here for the ACTION SCENES. PEOPLE PUNCHING EACH OTHER AND SLICING EACH OTHER WITH KNIVES. THATS WHAT ITS ABOUT. I've also written a lot of fanfic about the protagonist and villain at this point but honestly they should have interacted more, we were robbed.
Queen of Masks--The only rich woman thriller kdrama I completed this year. But honestly, when it comes to rich woman thriller kdramas, I've seen better and femslashier. Mine did a better job with the whole "your husband told you the mother of his child was dead, but guess what it's actually me and I'm still alive and here to cause problems" plotline, tho I still enjoyed it here. And the sexual assault aspect... eh. I don't love seeing that kind of plotline in a revenge story; it's such a serious issue (and so much more realistic than, say, "this businessman murdered my whole family to acquire our company" a la Eve) that it kind of makes it hard for me to enjoy the fun of the mystery. But I suppose the way they handled it at least had gravity. My favorite plotline was Hae-mi and her husband and the drama they got into, which is serious in its own way (addiction and lies) but extremely well acted and with so much romantic chemistry.
Revenant--Spooky spooky ghosts and Kim Tae-ri, what's not to like? The possession aspects were creepy without being gory or too terrifying for a wimp like me to handle. The acting was great. And I actually shipped the sort-of-romantic subplot, though apparently a lot of ppl shipped the two MCs instead, which is understandable.
Song of the Bandits--A whole ton of gunfighting and other action scenes. One very badass assassin woman, a dude who is equally capable of taking out a whole squad of soldiers or bandits on his own, a villain with a complicated relationship with the dude above, and a woman spying on the Japanese government who's in a sort of spy love triangle with the MC and the villain. the plot was okay but again I was mostly here for the action!!
Thai dramas:
My Dear Gangster Oppa--This year I tried to watch a bunch of different BL dramas bc I was in that kind of mood but the truth is, it's not the het that gets me in m/f romcoms, it's unfortunately the romcom. Despite that! I persisted and did manage to finish this one. The lead couple was cute, and there was gangster intrigue and action etc to keep the fluff and comedy from driving me insane. still mostly a romance.
To Sir With Love--Also has a BL romance in it but not really a romance drama but a Family Drama with lots of familial plotting, the classic first wife vs. second wife scheming-for-their-children plotline along with what could have been a love triangle between brothers... except Tian is gay, which means the love triangle is null (except he's still engaged to his brother's love interest. which is awkward for all involved.). Also Tian being gay is a Deep Dark Secret. There's a lot of homophobia which might turn some viewers off but I loved seeing Tian's struggle between wanting to come out and having been forced to stay in the closet for so long that he freezes even at the thought of telling people he trusts. Also his mother commits a bunch of murders with terrible poison mushrooms so if THAT'S what you want out of a Thai drama, there is also that. Also he and his brother are. so sweet. and I love them. but also the central m/m romance is very good and involves assassination attempts and identity porn and pining and everything good. Also also this is actually a 2022 drama BUT IM STILL COUNTING IT bc it came out in October 2022 and am I really supposed to get around to watching dramas that fast??
Started and dropped:
Kiseki: Dear to Me--Even gangsters and intrigue could not save me from dropping this romcom.
Our Blooming Youth--This is also a romcom. You may see a pattern here. But to give it credit it is quite a plotty historical drama too. I just didn't really care about the two leads and dropped it halfway through.
Pandora: Beneath the Paradise--A thriller that was going places a bit too wild and frustrating for me.
Killing Vote--Can you believe I dropped this with only four episodes to go? I'm sorry Park Sung-woong, I love you but the plot is just so boring. And it plays at moral complexity while being just. not very complex. Like I swear the morality in this thing is "catching bad guys and punishing them is good, not catching them and not punishing them is bad." We could be talking about police corruption, our MC's terrible ethics, innocence until proven guilty, and so on and so forth, but we were just not going there. Also the twists were doing very little for me and the cops are just not very interesting characters. Again, Park Sung-woong, I'm sorry, you were a decent character but you could not save this show. Let's be real I needed either more Devil Judge here or more Death Note.
Legend of Anle--The romcom element was not helping this show's case but I still tried for 1) wuxia with identity porn and 2) Dilraba Dilmurat costarring with Gong Jun. Unfortunately those two had no chemistry and the plot was just very unsatisfying for me in the political intrigue area. One example: Gong Jun can't find the supplies needed to pacify a near-rioting mob. But that's okay bc Anle's subordinates found it. How did they find the super secret hidden storehouse?? we don't know and will never find out bc it was offscreen and never explained. They just did. this would be fine if it weren't, like, the climax of the episode and presented as a victory of the two MC's brilliance. I can't deal with this.
Naughty Babe--It's. A romcom. I'm so sorry I probably should just stop trying.
Other romcoms I quit too fast to give a fair opinion: You Are Mine, Extremely Perilous Love, My Lethal Man, Taikan Yoho.
Well, there you have it, 2023 dramas I watched in 2023.
Fun as it was, I think in 2024 I'm going to try to catch up more with older dramas lols.
Did y'all watch any of these dramas this year?
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Uma fanfic da série Amanhã/Tomorrow da Netflix. Leia aqui: 🌑
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Fanfic Masterlist
Started: 08/17/2023
Updated: 05/03/2024
Total Works: 42
Accepting Commissions: DM for requests!
WIPs?
Series
Photo Finisher
Yechan - 82Major
Jeno - NCT Dream
Woong - AB6IX
Mingyu - SVT
Appreciation Posts
Jeno, Jaemin, Soobin, Wonbin, Riwoo, Shinyu, Matthew, Juyeon, Sunwoo
TXT
Imagines
Yandere TXT
Smut
Soobin
The Palm of His Hand
Your Admirer
H. Kai
Dumb Bunny
Yeonjun
Boy Toy
Getting Close
Taehyun
We're Even
Series
Enhpyen
Imagines
Jay
Something Special
Jake
A Bedtime Message
Jungwon
Jungwon's Birthday Gift
Smut
Heeseung
Working Hard
Jake
DSL
Him or Me
Sunghoon
Frame by Frame
Cocky Guys
Jay
Favorite Seat
Slow Day
Series
Enhypen
Under Pressure
A Desperate Drink
TBZ (The Boyz)
Imagines
Sunwoo
The Cuite At The Carwash
Smut
Eric
Regular Maintenance
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NCT
Imagines
Smut
Jisung
Snapshot
Jeno
The Boy Next Door
The Boy Next Door pt2
Photo Finisher
Series
Riize
Imagines
Anton
Love 119
Sungchan
Unexpected
Smut
Anton x Wonbin
Alone Together Pt. 1
Wonbin
Hotel Hookup
Sungchan
Mr. Trainer
Series
OT7
Sweetness, 2, 3, 4, 5
BND (BoyNextDoor)
Imagines
Smut
Leehan
Home Sick
Series
Leehan
Nothing but Bad News
SKZ (Stray Kids)
Imagines
Smut
Lee Know
A Dark Opportunity
Series
ZB1 (Zerobaseone)
Imagines
Smut
Taerae
Submissive and huh?
Series
WayV
Imagines
Smut
Winwin
Dinner with Friends
Series
Xiaojun
Never Really Alone, 2
SVT (Seventeen)
Imagines
Smut
Wonwoo
Stress Relief
Mingyu
Photo Finisher
Series
MISC Idols
Myungho - 8Turn
Stuck
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I had no intention of watching Tomorrow
Seriously, from the couple of posts and summaries about this show I came across, I instantly thought "not my vibe"
The subject matter was heavy af. And with my ADHD, I usually hyperfixate on the emotions whatever I watch makes me feel. For example, something like Neerja, or any of the Saw movies makes me feel on edge + depressed for days, while a superhero movie makes me feel pumped. I usually choose fluffier content, cause need that SEROTONINNNNN
But one gifset of koo ryeon and joong gil making eyes at each other, and I started watching (Like damn. What even is this acting + chemistry)
But damn what a hold this show has on me in a such a short while
Every character is gold. I've cried through every single episode and still walked out happy to have seen it. (Oof the bullying episode brought high school memories back)
Uufff Choi Jun Woong and Lim ryung gu
So cute, want to see them back together (that's the true red strings of fate right there)
And then of course, we have the kdrama world's version of "I love you 3000"
"Bu In"
I am absolutely feral for joongryeon. My god, the dard, the emotion, the intense staressssss
They are Kanthony + 3000 angst
I so dearly hope we get a season 2. Hell, I'll take a 2 episode arc too
Thank God for all the fanfic writers. Where would I even be without y'all
All the fics are sooo good. If you haven't read them yet, you're definitely missing out
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A quick post before I continue working on my first commission!! /pos
Anyway, I’ve been hyperfixating again on the K-Drama, “From Now On, Showtime!” So I’m hoping there are some out there who would enjoy reading a soulmate trope fanfiction on a different take of canon ft Cha-woong and his sassy partner, Seul-hae. Based on an older AU I had, all soulmates have matching marks that glow when their destined is close which fits well with the theme!
Splash of angst, a sprinkle of fluff, and a retelling of these two dorky lovebirds - and well, a dose of Cha-woong’s evident inferiority complex lmao. You can’t tell me that man doesn’t use his magician persona to hide just how lonely he is. The fanfic will be written anyway, under the title ‘Golden Threads of Fate’!
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Bestie I'm as heartbroken as you are. Especially since I write oneus fanfics for ao3 too. Anyways. I deleted my woong xRavn fics. But the rest of the guys have done nothing wrong😭😭 I support ot5. Honestly ravn has always given me rancid vibes. so i really don't mind him leaving. In fact. It's a welcome change. He's so cringe and a huge black hole when it comes to live vocals too. Hate on him all you want. He deserves it. The stupid misogynistic fuck. I wish oneus had debuted without him. But i hope you keep writing content for ot5. They're a victim of his behaviour too
Sub seoho anon🌺
I'm not entirely sure how to respond atm... because I never saw him like that? Idk, I always thought he was good at his job, I love his songs (which is a shame because I won't be able to listen to them anymore after this without feeling like wanting to throw up...) and he just seemed... okay? Like, I never disliked him. Now that this has happened, honestly, I haven't been able to sort out my feelings yet. It's mostly just this big bundle of bad feelings and dread what this will mean for me personally in the near future... and of course the utter disgust over what he has done. I do want to keep writing for ot5, but I don't know when I can write for them again, if ever.
Anyway, it doesn't make much sense for this not to be real, so I agree with the stupid misogynistic fuck part. And though I want to say even more horrible things about him, I won't. I don't think that would be helpful in any way
#for now i just hope everyone affected by this is taking it easy and being kind to themselves#and that rbw handles this as well as possible#also hope this didn't sound like i was trying to make this situation all about me#sub seoho anon🌺🌺#answered
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New life
WordCount; 1,484
Fandom; AB6IX
Rating; Explicit
Pairing; Jeon Woong X Reader & Park Woojin X Reader
Characters; Lee Daehwi, Kim Donghyun, Park Woojin & Jeon Woong.
Warning; Angst, pregnancy, Violence, Gunshot, degrading words and threatening to Kidnap.
Notes; Chapter 1/12 of part Two, part one here
Welcome back after five weeks hope your ready for a dramatic twelve weeks due to the 2-3k words on average per Chapter compared to the 1-2k words I be doing one Chapter per week instead of two.
“Y/N,” The Radiographer called, “That’s us,” you whispered to your bump as you patted. “Ready?” your mum said holding her hand out.
It was your 18 week scan, you was nervous, excited and scared all at once. You entered the darkened room greeting the staff and obeying their instructions.
It wasn’t long before you saw your baby on the screen moving just as you felt they was doing inside you. Their was no mistake your child had their father’s family temper. Your stomach and especially your spine being their very own punch bag. “This one’s quite an active littlein,” the radiographer said as she placed the transducer over your stomach. Grimacing as your unborn child made her job harder she checked to make sure that they was growing well. “Y/N’s always moaning the cherub’s keeping her up,” your mother chuckled. “He is ok isn’t he?” You asked, looking worried at her silence. “Oh, sorry so far so good, just,” she went silent before finishing her sentence. “Did you say he?,” she asked. “Well yes in my head i suppose that’s what I imagine,” you smiled. You imagined him just like Woojin, his temper, his grumpiness, but his smile, the rare one he shone that warmed your heart, even though you knew that the very chance was this baby could be his brothers.
“Well I think you might be a little disappointed then,” she smiled as the news sunk in. “Wait, it’s a girl?” you asked. You never imagined you could be having a daughter. Woong’s pretty features flashing your mind as you easily could imagine his daughter. “Yes, and from what I can see a very active but healthy girl,” she said, handing you a paper towel to mop the gel from your Stomach.
“Your husband will no doubt be going grey from that unexpected news,” she chuckled, your face falling. “I’m not married,” you confessed. “The dad isn’t around,” you added tears threatening you. The radiographer apologised and went to write in your notes.
You held your hand over your stomach, your heart hurting yet a strong protectiveness growing. You could do this, be a single mum, keep this bundle safe and away from the very world that Four months ago you didn’t want to leave. Their was a time that you would have done anything to be near Woojin again. But now you had felt your child move in your body, your desire to keep her safe so fierce and so strong, them finding out you was pregnant scared you. You needed to keep your little girl safe from their world, even if your heart ached over Woojin’s absence in your life.
Your mother had dragged you to the baby store the second you emerged from the hospital. The proud grandmother excitedly looking through the baby girls clothes section looking at dresses. You smiled as she got lost in her excitement when you saw something odd from the corner of your eyes. Someone was watching you.
You spun around looking at the empty spot where you swore you saw him. You was certain your body felt the very energy of him there near you. Your mind was then taken to your stomach as your unborn daughter decided to kick really hard. You swore she was validating his presence, could she feel him or was your mind playing tricks? “You ok Y/N?” your mum asked. “Yeah,” you lied. The thought that Woojin had found you pregnant and buying baby clothes scared you at the same time then making your heart feel warmth.
You somehow though tried to convince yourself that your mind was playing tricks with you.
Weeks had passed and you swore at the corner of your eyes you felt your very movements being watched. It unnerved you but sometimes brought you comfort as if Woojin was watching over you. You had a mixture of happiness but sadness that he hadn’t made himself appear. Your pregnancy hormones making you a bag of confusion.
Flora had to dash, she had made arrangements with Yuto to drive you home after leaving you to close the bar. You went to the back to put the rubbish out and found two blokes leaning by a car, feet from you. They straightened theirselves standing and started approaching. “You need to come with us,” one growled. You knew the moment you feared had come.
Woojin had come for you, but he should know better to think you would do as you was told. “You can tell Woojin that I’m sorry but I will have to decline,” you said bitterly stepping backwards towards the door. “That’s so cute she thinks Woojin sent us,” the longer hair shorter man chuckled to his accomplice. Your heart fell, Woong had sent them, of course he would, only you and Woojin knew you slept together and you knew Woojin would likely not have spilled that secret.
Before you could answer a gun shot went off missing them by inches. They looked startled and looked to the right of them. The muscular one of the two scowling as he stepped forward. “Next time I won’t miss, i promise,” you heard a voice that instantly made you smile. “I wouldn’t piss him off, you know what men and their whores are like,” you heard the high bitchiness pierce the air.
Your eyes widening as you took Donghyun and Daehwi in. Donghyun’s face more scrunched up, the gun aiming at the two men, looking a lot more fiercer then you remembered. Daehwi his usually air and graces as he raised an eyebrow at you. “And that whore is ours,” he said, his eyes not leaving you.
Another shot bellowed out this time it impacted with the muscular man’s leg, he buckled looking surprised. Seven men you knew who was Woojin’s appeared, guns all aimed at both the men, “Last warning,” Daehwi threatened. The men heeded the warnings and hastily left, the car screeching as it left you all.
You instantly wrapped Your arms around Donghyun as he chuckled into you. You went to hug Daehwi before he backed away. “I don’t think so missy,” he shot out. “I’m sure that wasn’t in the deal when we let you free,” he added pointing his finger at your bump.
Your heart dropped they knew, you knew you hadn’t imagined it.
“They know?” You said twiddling your fingers. “Did you think we would leave you unguarded?” Donghyun said smiling as he walked towards you. “To your question Woong doesn’t know,” Daehwi said raising an eyebrow. “Woojin decided it was best he didn’t know, otherwise your ass would have been dragged back home,” Donghyun said his hands holding yours. “But this changes things, this you living a normal life it’s not safe for you Y/N or the baby,” Donghyun added. “It’s time to come home Y/N,” he said placing his hand over your belly, “both of you.”
You stepped backwards your mind racing, this was the very thing you didn’t want. Woojin knew you was pregnant and he didn’t come, and Woong was still blissfully unaware. That world wasn’t safe for you let alone your baby. Donghyun’s face fell watching your mind race. “I can’t Donghyun, I have a life here,” you said. Daehwi rolled his eyes, “their was me thinking you had changed now your becoming a mum, but nope,” Daehwi scoffed. “Your world it’s not safe for me and my baby,” you said, taking another step back as Daehwi stood closer, his jaw clenching. “Y/N they know your pregnant, they know your linked to us, your in more danger then ever and if you think for a second I’m letting my own flesh and blood be put in danger you can think again,” Daehwi spluttered. “Y/N the second Woong finds out he’s coming for you anyway, that’s his baby it’s not safe,” Donghyun said softly.
Your heart beating as the words slipped out, “It’s not Woongs baby.” Though it was a half lie you heart broke telling it nevertheless. Donghyun looked confused as Daehwi rolled his eyes, “Y/N stop lying we all know you and Woong was sleeping together and the dates all add up. Don’t mistake this pretty face for being as dumb as them,” he said.
Your face fell, “how would you know my dates?” you asked. Daehwi’s eyebrows raised as if you was asking a dumb question. Of course Woojin found out your dates, he was the kind of man to find that information. “Well if you know the dates you would know that I fell pregnant when I got home. Remember Daehwi I’m a whore,” you spat out.
“Ok you expect me to believe that,” Daehwi chuckled.
“Well yes because this baby’s mine,” a voice behind said, your heart thumping as those familiar arms pulled you in. Donghyun and Daehwi eyes raised almost in shock.
You gulped at how much your boyfriend had heard!
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