#zb1 kim gyuvin x reader
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pretty boy on lockdown! | k.gv
pairing: popular guy! kim gyuvin x fem, student president! reader
warnings: swearing like three words, mentions of food
genre: fake dating, reverse grumpy x sunshine, super fluffy, angst if you squint but even then it's not that much, crack fic
wc: 9,752
Kim Gyuvin was begging on his knees trying to get away from his crazed fangirls. He just needed a moment of peace. Along came you, the stingy student president who didn't even know who he was! You were the final piece to the puzzle; the perfect addition to his perfect plan. It was simple; you two pretend to date and drive away all of Gyuvin's weird fangirls. You only had one rule, though; Gyuvin has to drive you everywhere!
a/n: hiii i'm back with my first fic for zb1! I love kim gyuvin with all my heart omg this fic was actually so fun to write! please support zb1 and their new song, crush, too! I tried to make this one super fluffy so hope u guys enjoy~
You were holding someone’s hand.
The hand was much bigger than yours, most likely a man’s. The metal surface of what you assumed was a ring had shocked your skin cool. His knuckles were calloused, rough—he seriously needed to invest in some hand cream. Contradictingly, his palms were warm and clammy; a sensation you didn’t particularly enjoy, either.
More importantly, however, you didn’t have a clue who this man was.
It seems he didn’t catch that memo.
“I already have a girlfriend,” the owner of the hand bogusly smiled at the two girls who cornered you in the middle of the hallway. Stupefied, you gazed up at his towering frame and broad shoulders, with his sports bag flush against his chest. You glanced at his flushed red ears, sweat beading from his forehead, his puppy dog eyes that were full of determination. You admit; he would’ve been cute if it weren’t for this non-consensual hand holding habit of his. The creepy-hand-guy glanced at his feet. “I can’t date you, sorry!”
“Awe, Gyubinnee!” one of the girls whined, a sound synonymous with an air horn. “Since when were you dating someone?”
You seconded the air-horn girl’s testaments. Since when were you in a relationship you didn’t even know about?
His hand clung around your fingers tighter. “It just sorta happened, you know?”
The two girls took quick glances at each other, whining some more before ultimately walking away, their shoulders slumped to the floor. Creepy-hand-guy waited a few paces, his eyes tracking the girls like a sniper on the kill. The girls turned the corner at the hall, and only then did the creepy hand guy exhale from relief. He held a hand against his chest, as if his heart was minutes away from falling out of place. Clearly, creepy-hand-guy was forgetting something.
“Are you gonna let go?”
“Oh, shit,” he jutted, his hand flying away from yours. He took two lengthy steps away from your figure, as if he finally learnt the meaning of personal space. Took him long enough. You heave a sigh, using your finally free hand to continue what you were originally here to do; gathering your things to bus home.
“I’m really sorry—those girls were killing me.” He cradled the nape of his neck with his palm, flashing the grin. A genuine one, this time. Though it was laced with nervousness. “Thanks for helping me out. I’m Gyuvin.”
Gyuvin pushed a hand out to your direction, making this the second time you’ve ever held his hand. You hugged your books against your chest, leaving one hand open to shake his hand. “y/n.”
“Do you usually hold random girl’s hands in your free time?” Turning around, you took a jab at him as you shoved your books into your school bag. It elicited a nervous chuckle from his chest. Gyuvin clung onto his bag strap. “No, those girls back there—they keep harassing me and asking for my number. So, I, uh, had to improvise? Yeah.”
Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but giggle at his lack of coordination. Gyuvin fiddled with his fingers, lighting up at the sight of your amusement. He really did resemble a puppy.
You clicked your phone open, your eyes scanning the time left you had to rush over to your bus stop. Shock ran though your spine, sweat beaded from your forehead. 8 minutes. You had 8 minutes before the bus would arrive, and the closest bus stop resided on the other side of a massive hill. Slamming your locker shut, you dashed to the exit, brushing past Gyuvin’s shoulder. You quickly turned back, greeting the puppy boy with a weary eye-smile.
“Good luck with that—”
“Wait!”
His voice tethered you to the ground, your body frozen. You couldn’t quite figure out why you bothered to listen; the clock was ticking—fast. Gyuvin adjusted his figure to face you upfront before bending over in a 90* bow. Your brows furrowed, speechless. What was this guy doing?
“Can you be my fake girlfriend?”
You choked, eyes spilling from your sockets. This felt like some joke, like a prank camera crew was moments away from jumping out and exposing their true intentions. You glanced around just to be safe. You caught a glimpse of the boy before you, slowly straightening his posture—his eyes flooding with determination. Your lips part. He wasn’t joking, was he?
The puppy boy continues his wild claim, his palms facing you in defence. “I know it sounds crazy, but those girls have never listened to me before! This is the first time they’ve actually back down after I’ve told them to go away.” Gyuvin held a hand to his chest. “If I make it seem like I’m in a believable relationship, I might actually have a shot at making those guys leave me alone.”
Gyuvins eyes drilled into you, his voice softening. “I really need your help—please.”
Feelings of guilt started to seep into your chest, but you quickly swatted them away. You barely knew this man, why would you give into his psychotic request? You checked the bus time once again; 6 minutes. Shit.
“No thanks!” You jutted from your chest.
With that, you dashed out the door, your bag swinging side to side as you ran. As heartless as your actions were, you didn’t bother to look back. You simply let the puppy boy fend for himself. It didn’t matter, you’ll never see this guy again.
Right?
Running. Kim Gyuvin was running. His breath hitched against his chest, sweat
beaded from his forehead, his sports bag swaying frantically at his hips. He barely took notice, though; his brain was too occupied with escaping the two random girls who asked him for his number this afternoon.
Correction: girls who asked for his number and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Gyuvin tucked himself away, hiding behind a wall of lockers to catch his breath. He combed through his hair, his chest heaving. This wasn’t the first time this happened. There have been countless times where Gyuvin had to run for his life from random people in his school; people that claimed to be fans. It was one of the downsides to being popular.
Gyuvin knew it was vain. He knew people would die just to be in his shoes. He knew people would love to be adored the way he was adored. Yet one massive thing completely goes over their heads; it was exhausting. People didn’t fully understand his struggles; the constant noise, the lack of privacy in the classroom and the bus ride to and from school. The only reason he studied his ass off to get his licence the minute he could was to get away from those fangirls who had no clue about personal space.
Now, they’re going so far as to wait for him after practice, and chase him down for his number. Gyuvin needed to put an end to this. Now.
Hastily, Gyuvin scanned the barren hallway. Nothing but a sea of beige lockers; all closed. It was natural, it was well after school hours—almost everyone had to be home by now. Gyuvin’s shoulders sunk to the floor, his heart losing hope for a successful escape.
The sound of rustling suddenly crept up to his ears as he turned his head to the left. He found the figure of a girl turned away as she moved books and papers around in her locker. Her face was buried into the nook of the locker, paying no attention to the world around her. Her surroundings, baren and quiet. Gyuvin envied her a little; she looked like she was having a peaceful day.
Another glance at the locker girl and a lightbulb bounces from Gyuvin’s brunette head. The locker girl was none other than you, Park y/n. According to Gunwook, you were the bossiest class president in your year, and you often stayed late after school for your various class president duties. Ricky dubbed you a tryhard for it. Gyuvin, however, didn’t have much to say on the matter—he’s never had the chance to talk to you.
Gyuvin found himself staring at you, time standing still. His eyes widen before he sends a swift slap onto his cheek. Yet, that didn’t stop from curiosity bubbling in his chest.
The echoes of steps and faint voices bounce from further down the hall, Gyuvin’s spine freezing in fear almost immediately after, his brain being thrown straight back into reality. Shit. They were back. Gyuvin had to act fast. In a panic, Gyuvin’s eyes landed on your hand, which was dangling nonchalantly against your side as you fiddled with your phone. An idea perked up in his mind, an idea he swatted away instantly. But as the steps grew faster, and his time ran shorter, he knew he had no other choice.
Gyuvin gulped as he dashed over to you. Guess it’s worth a shot.
So much for your peaceful day.
“Alright, I’ll pick you up at 4, we’ll get something to eat, then we’ll head to the concert venue.” Your best friend, Matthew listed out; his voice muffled by the crunch of cornchips. His thumb swiped over his phone, his other hand tossing more chips into his mouth. You sat across from him on your living room floor, your frame buzzing with excitement as the two of you planned your most anticipated weekend yet. Your favourite artist was holding a concert in your city and you needed to go; your life depended on it.
Cheerfully, you nod at Matthew’s rundown of your weekend plans, a grin plastered on your face. A grin that would disappear. The cause? Matthew's snoopy ass.
“We’ll figure out the rest later—tell me more about that hand holding guy!”
Right. That was another reason for your best friend’s visit; for him to probe you for answers regarding the weirdo, Kim Gyuvin. You only sighed. You only graced him an ominous text about it last night before you went to bed, it was only fair. You took one last swing of your soda.
“He was running away from some girls. Apparently, they can’t get the hint when he tells them he's not interested.” You wave your hand nonchalantly when images suddenly pop into your mind. The image of Gyuvin bowing down like a dork, his puppy dog eyes full of determination. The image of Gyuvin’s cheeky smile—a smile that was plastered onto his face for the entire 10 minute interaction. Your brain lingered on that image for a little while, though you weren’t fully sure as to why.
“Oh, and get this,” You finally continued, waving those weird thoughts away. “The guy asked if I could be his fake girlfriend. Like—what?”
“What, really?” Matthew erupted into a fit of giggles, his figure folding up into a ball and rolling around like some unbalanced egg. “That’s so stupid. Did he even tell you his name?”
You nipped at your lip. “Yeah. Gyuvin.”
Matthew choked on his chips, his eyes spilling from their sockets. You stood still, frozen as curiosity took over your frame. Did you say something wrong?
“Wait. Kim Gyuvin?”
“Yeah?” You furrowed your brows. “Does that matter?"
Matthew scoffed. "He's only one of the most popular guys at school? How did you not know this?"
You only shrug. Being class president didn’t leave much room for a social life. This was no exception. Matthew ran a hand through his hair, his jaw grazing the floor in awe. You, meanwhile, only brought your soda can to your lips, nibbling at the metal as you thought back to the puppy boy. The way he fumbled and stuttered on his words, the way he so desperately ran away from his supposed fans. This guy was supposed to be your school’s hotshot pretty boy? Nah. That was impossible.
Matthew leaned back onto the couch, a mischievous grin stretched across his face. “Go for it.”
You choked. “What? No!” You swat the air, huffing a sigh. “I’m way too busy for something that silly. Besides, it sounds like he’s got a whole roster of girls to choose from. He doesn’t need me.”
“I dunno, sounds like he does. No one just asks a question like that,” Matthew shrugs. You wince, memories from that afternoon with Gyuvin popping into your brain; your cruel rejection in particular lingering well past its welcome.
“Maybe it’ll be fun for you, too! Your social life needs some work—OW.” Your palm smacked his shoulder. Deserved.
“I don’t need a fake boyfriend for that, I have you.”
“Yeah. Your only friend. I can’t hang out all the time!”
“Whatever,” You swat the air again, not putting much thought into Matthew’s words as you dug your hands into a newly opened bag of chips. Matthew was just being delusional anyways. There was no point in listening to him.
There’s no way you’d give Kim Gyuvin the light of day.
Luck wasn’t on your side this particular afternoon.
It started with the bipolar weather of your city. Blue skies of the afternoon quickly shrivelled up into thunderous grey clouds, and soon later, showers of rain drenched the outside. Luckily enough, your student council meeting had just ended, meaning you’d be trapped in the pouring rain. Without an umbrella. Yay.
You pushed through your school doors, being immediately greeted with harsh rain as you took your first steps outside. You tried to salvage your face, at least. Pressing your hand against your forehead in a makeshift visor; but it was no use. Your makeup had practically washed off of your face, like a tiny floatie amidst a grand wave. You only nipped at your lip, the rest of the trek to your bus stop becoming a cold, shivering blur. As you finally approach the barren bench and bus stop pole, you pull your phone out, only to be met with another devastating piece of news.
32 minutes. The next bus was 32 minutes late. Your heart sank into the drenched sidewalk.
A sigh escapes your lips as you look up at the droplets before you, the splotches of gloomy clouds crowning over your once innocent sky. You didn’t even have the energy to complain, it was no use. As much as you wanted it to, whining wouldn’t make the bus get here faster, or miraculously send a ride your way to get you away from this mess. And so, you stood your ground, convincing yourself that everything was fine.
Happy thoughts. Like the warm shower you could take the moment you arrive home, or the concert outfit you could plan even though the concert was still weeks away. Yeah. Just think happy thoughts, y/n.
Your phone buzzed against your palm, your eyes scanning through the numerous water beads cascading off the glass.
matthew! [6:49 pm] GIRL I'M SO SORRY MY PARENTS JUST GROUNDED ME
matthew! [6:49 pm] I CAN’T FUCKING GO TO THE CONCERT
Your heart shattered. No. This can’t be happening. You and Matthew; that's how it was supposed to be. You couldn’t just go alone! Who else were you supposed to go to the concert with? Frantically, your thumbs swipe up the screen, summoning the phone keyboard.
y/n [6:50pm] WHAT
matthew! [6:50 pm] I KNOW
matthew! [6:51 pm] I stayed out past curfew like ONCE
y/n [6:51pm] is there really no way to change their minds??
y/n [6:52pm] like chores??
matthew! [6:54 pm] no :(( I already tried everything
matthew! [6:54 pm] just go without me
You nipped at your lips. You doubted being able to go, yourself. Your parent’s hand one stipulation when allowing you to go to the concert. You needed a ride. Neither one of your parents were available, nor did they want you on a 2 hour bus ride to the other side of town. Matthew was your only option, and now he’s gone. Your heart beats rapidly beneath your chest. What were you going to do?
“y/n?”
The voice shook you to reality. You could tell the voice was yelling, attempting to overpower the crashing rain and its new friends; thunder and lightning. Your eyes move to follow the voice, your poor pupils meeting with a strong beam of light. You wince, using your arm to shield the light. A car sat in front of you, oddly enough. A car you didn’t quite recognize. Though the owner of the car would supposedly beg to differ. You bent down to get a better few of this mystery owner.
You choke.
It was Kim Gyuvin.
You glance around before taking a step closer. “What are you doing here?”
“What?”
“I said; What are you doing here?” Your voice grew louder at the end.
“Oh,” He picks at the nape of his neck. “I was driving by when I saw you. Who takes the bus in this weather?”
Your eyes fall to the ground; your soaked shoes. “Nobody could pick me up.”
The blanket of your silence was overwhelmed by the rapid taps of the rain droplet hitting against Gyuvin’s windshield.
“Do you want a ride?”
Your eyes widen, spilling from their sockets. Was he being serious? Kim Gyuvin, the man who you knew for about 48 hours in total, just offered you a ride in his car. Was he insane? Between this and his little hand-holding habit, you were starting to get the impression that personal space was not in this man’s vocabulary.
“What? No tha—”
A sudden strike of lightning flashes down near you, the earth below rumbling and jolting in fear. You clearly did the same, yelping out a shriek as you almost lost your own balance. Fear shot down your spine faster than the lightning strike you had just witnessed. Your eyes bounce back to Gyuvin’s car. Fuck it.
“Alright, fine.”
Cold. Your clothes were cold against your skin as you leaned back in Gyuvin’s passenger seat. The seatbelt pushed the wet fabric into your skin further, making you shiver at each movement. Your fingers fumbled with the straps of your bag, eyes boring into the neon green light of his car radio. Gyuvin’s eyes darted to you, overflowing with unease. “Music?”
“Uh, it’s fine.” Your eyes wandered to the crashing raindrops outside; the sky painted a deep navy blue. Your eyes followed each streetlight that flew by your view, desperate for a distraction.
The two of you were drowning in awkward silence, nothing but the rumbles of thunder booming in your ears. You were suffocating. What else were you supposed to do? You didn’t exactly know what to say to the boy who asked you to be his fake girlfriend. You tapped your fingers against the nylon of your school bag.
“Those girls from the other day,” Gyuvin’s voice suddenly peaked, his thumbs drumming against his steering wheel. “They hadn’t approached me at all, today. That fake relationship thing really worked.”
You only nod. Did people really think you were a couple?
The thought makes your stomach feel funny.
“Is it really that bad?” You looked over to him.
Gyuvin huffed a sigh, his cheeks puffing up with air. “It happens almost every day. It drives me crazy.”
You gulp, Gyuvin’s response rendering you speechless. The most popular guy at school hated being popular. Ironic. Guilt clung onto your chest again. You had to admit; you felt bad for the guy. Having people chase you down the halls on a daily basis wasn’t an easy feat. And yet, he chose to stay popular. You couldn’t help but wonder why.
Maybe you were a little curious when it came to the school’s pretty boy.
You choke. What an absurd thought.
At that moment, intrusive thoughts flooded your brain. Thoughts of Matthew and the concert; thoughts of waiting for the bus on cruel, rainy days; the fact that this was the fastest you’ve ever gotten home after a student president meeting. You took note of the heater effortlessly thawing your frozen body, the shield of the windows protecting you from the crashing rain.
Eventually, Gyuvin pulls into your driveway. He sets his car into park, fidgeting with the buttons to unlock the car doors. Your eyes met Gyuvin’s, which were already staring back at you. “I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Wait!” You began without thinking. Gyuvin’s brows furrowed together, confused.
“I'll do it. I’ll be your fake girlfriend.”
Gyuvin’s eyes split from their sockets. He leaned forward in shock. Maybe a little excitement, too. “What?”
“But,” You lifted a finger to the sky. With the way he stared back at you, you were convinced Gyuvin forgot to breathe. You continued. “I’ll only do it if you do something for me in return, got it?”
“Yeah, anything!” Gyuvin’s heart began racing.
“Drive me everywhere.”
Drive me everywhere.
Your voice replayed in Kim Gyuvin’s head. It replayed during the lacklustre lectures of his biology class; during the repetitive drills of his basketball practice warm ups. It was odd. The presence of you in his mind made his boring day a little less boring.
As baffling as your demand was, Gyuvin couldn’t help but accept. In exchange for a fake relationship that would drive away the fangirls he had to deal with on a daily basis, Gyuvin would drive you to and from school everyday, as well as wherever else you wanted to go. It’s a win-win situation; a way to finally escape the horrors of those obsessive fangirls. A way to finally be at peace. Besides, he always felt a little bad watching you bus home everyday.
Gyuvin’s chest bubbled up with excitement. He wasn’t quite sure why.
“No hugging? Really?”
The two of you sat in Gyuvin’s car, scribbling down what you both thought were important ground rules to have for this peculiar fake relationship. You’ve only agreed on three so far.
Kim Gyuvin drives Park y/n to and from school
Kim Gyuvin takes Park y/n to concert
Park y/n scares creepy fangirls away >:))
You grumble. It clearly didn’t dawn on you how much of a headache this would give you. Gyuvin leaned back on the driver’s seat, exasperated. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, his brow’s furrowing at your seeming outlandish claim. You only nibbled at your lip; unsure of what exactly was so wrong with what you said. “Yeah. No hugging. Or touching, for that matter.”
“How would anyone believe us if I can’t hug you?” Gyuvin throws his hands in the air like a big baby.
“I dunno? I’m just not a touchy person—It’s not a big deal.” You shrug, swatting away his concerns. Gyuvin springs up from his laid back stance, snatching the notebook away from your unassuming hands. You stay stunned, brows furrowing at what he was doing. You watch as he scribbles profusely before facing the journal your way the minute he finishes.
Kim Gyuvin and Park y/n MUST hold hands (to avoid suspicion!)
The notebook drops onto your lap as you gaze back at Gyuvin, an unamused stare lining your face. “Really?”
“What? Holding hands isn’t that bad!” Gyuvin grins. “It’s not like we haven’t done it, either.”
Heat creeps up to your cheek. His remark earns a punch to his shoulder.
“Are you obsessed with my hands or something?” You scowl.
This time, it was Gyuvin’s turn to grow absolutely flustered. His cheeks grew into a deep red, the wash of colour spreading all the way to the shell of his ear. He coughed out a lump from his throat as picked at the nape of his neck. “What? No—shut up!”
Gyuvin gulped, slightly turning away from you. “It’s a nice middle ground.”
You sigh, your shoulders sinking into the plush of his passenger seat. “Fine.”
You never thought you’d be spending your Wednesday afternoon eating ice cream atop the trunk of Kim Gyuvin’s car.
It happened seemingly out of nowhere. One minute, you were sitting peacefully in the passenger’s seat. Your mind wanders absently as you hum along to the faint radio emitting from Gyuvin’s crummy speakers. Your windows rolled down halfway; just enough for the wind to graze against your face, to refresh your skin.
The next minute? Kim Gyuvin gasps at a sight on the road. With the way his eyes spilled out of their sockets, his jaw grazing his lap, and his finger jutting out before him, you would think there was a bear on the road, or something. Gyuvin begins to literally howl at the sight, his figure bouncing in his seat like a kid with candy. You finally look over to what the puppy boy was currently losing his mind over.
It was an ice cream stand. On the side of the road. It wasn’t candy, but it was close enough. You rolled your eyes.
“Wanna get ice cream?” Gyuvin’s puppy eyes glimmered with whimsy and wonder; you were at a loss for words. You picked at your lips, eyes avoiding his. “I dunno. I gotta be home soon—”
“But these ice cream stands always change locations—and their stuff’s the best!” You felt the car slowly move to the side of the road before coming to a slow halt. There was no point in arguing now. Gyuvin shifted the car in park. “We’ll be quick, I promise!”
You glanced up at Gyuvin’s eyes once more. They bore into you, glistening in a way that made your heart melt. Damnit.
“Alright, fine.”
“YAYYY THANK YOUUU!” Gyuvin yelped at the top of his lungs as he sprung out of the car. He didn’t forget to dash to your side of the car, opening your door for you before practically skipping his way to the ice cream stand.
You sat on the roof of his car’s trunk, your knees tucked up against your chest as your arms hugged them close. Your fingers loosely latch onto your cone of chocolate ice cream, the frosty exterior stopping you from holding onto the cone with a firm grip. Gyuvin sat beside you, leaning back with his legs sprawled over the trunk’s surface. He brought his mango-flavoured cone up to his lips, about to take his first bite before latching his attention onto you. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”
You gazed up at him. “Yeah, yeah. I will.”
It was peculiar; the way you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He didn’t look different in a physical sense; same hazelnut hair, same basketball team jacket hugging his frame, same broad shoulders and tall physique. Yet, something was off.
Kim Gyuvin was supposed to be the campus pretty boy. This elusive celebrity of the high school hallway. Completely untouchable to the masses. This Kim Gyuvin, however, was nothing of the sort. He was bubbly and bright. He was clumsy and jumpy. His energy worked overtime, it almost amazed you. He didn’t seem unattainable at all.
It was almost cute.
You choke. What were you thinking? Kim Gyuvin wasn’t cute. Were you crazy?
“y/n!” The touch of a finger poking against your cheek pushed you back to reality. Your eyes once again met Gyuvin’s, now with a mad expression lining his face. “Hurry up and eat—I was waiting for you!”
You finally lick your ice cream cone, stupefied by the creamy consistency and perfectly sweet flavour. The treat melted in your mouth; it was addicting. You couldn’t stop eating it. In your peripheral vision you watched as Gyuvin watched you, a proud grin lining his face. “So? What do you think?”
“...Yummy,” You mutter in between bites. Gyuvin only chuckles. You watch as his puppy eyes fold into crescent moons and your heart melts faster than the ice cream in your hands. With his free hand, Gyuvin pokes out his index finger before lightly tapping the tip of your nose.
“You’re so cute, y/n.”
Your heart performed backflips at his words. Maybe you were starting to prefer this bubbly Kim Gyuvin.
Sweat beaded off your forehead. Nervousness drilled through your skin.
The reason? Kim Gyuvin, who was currently standing outside of your classroom door.
You knew that today was your first “official” day of the scheme. Hell, you planned the whole scheme out last night on call. Nevertheless, fear shot down your spine. You’ve seen Gyuvin’s fangirls first hand—you knew they wouldn’t handle this new relationship lightly. You weren’t sure if you’d make it out of today alive.
Worst of all? It seems Gyuvin was actually enjoying this.
Gyuvin’s shoulder leaned against the door frame as students funnelled through the narrow exit. Girls glance up in shock, whispering to their friends at the sight of the infamous Kim Gyuvin waiting for someone at the door. Waiting for someone that wasn’t them.
Gyuvin’s eyes finally meet yours, a mischievous grin stretching across his face as waved at you. You glare back at him, looking around for a clear path before stomping over to him.
“What are you doing here?” You seethed through your teeth, jutting a finger at his chest.
Gyuvin only grinned. “I came to visit you before practice, baby!”
The nickname summoned glares from all around you. You were done for. Your voice got quieter. “Didn’t we agree on meeting in the car? So I don’t, you know, die?”
“That would take too long,” Gyuvin waved his hand. “I just wanted to see you.”
Your cheeks flare up at his words. You frantically sweep your hands, gesturing to him to leave. “Well, you see me now, right? So shoo! Before more people kill me with their eyes.”
“Alright, alright,” Gyuvin dragged on his words before his fingers laced in between yours. You jolt, most definitely not ready for the stupid stunt he was about to pull.
Suddenly, Gyuvin gently cupped your hand in his, his thumb softly swiping against your skin as he lifted your hand up to his lips. Air stops right before it reaches your windpipe; you couldn’t breathe. Your heartbeat surged with energy as your eyes widened. He looks back at you one last time before grazing his lips against the heated, flushed surface of your skin. What was Kim Gyuvin thinking?
“Wish me luck at practice, love!”
You choked. Red paint smeared on your back, drawing out the image of a target. The stares of every girl in your homeroom burned through your skin. You glanced up at Gyuvin, a mischievous grin now sweeping across his face. A grin that calms you down in seconds. Odd, considering it's the same grin which sent your heart through turbulence just minutes before.
Maybe Kim Gyuvin is an idiot.
Maybe he took it a little too far with that stunt he pulled.
He couldn’t help it, though. He saw it in a movie once, and always wanted to try it out. Besides, your reaction was priceless. The way your eyes shoot out of their sockets, your jaw hanging to the floor.
The way your cheeks flared up in minutes, like a milk bun in a toaster preheated way too high. The way you nibbled on your knuckle from your stress. The way your eyes glistened beneath the school’s building lights as you shot him a deathly glare. He could have sworn you carried a galaxy within them.
Gyuvin couldn’t ignore how small your hand was compared to his, either.
Soon enough, Gyuvin’s heart was pounding through his chest. Images of you clouded his vision.
Gosh, you’re adorable.
Gyuvin practically skipped on his way to practise.
Your stomps of fury echoed throughout the hallway leading up to your school's gym. The impact earned concerned stares from the students passing by, but you didn’t pay them any mind. You were laser-focused on one thing; getting answers from Kim Gyuvin. That cheeky asshole.
What kind of stunt was that? Kissing your hand in front of the sea of fangirls at his disposal? Did he want you to die? With the way your heart was racing, you felt as though you were going to die anyway. You just chalked it up to your rage.
It couldn’t explain the way your cheeks ignited in flames, though.
Your frame burst through the gymnasium doors, the boom bouncing off every surface of the barren room. The facility was practically empty, save for a few students dressed clad in their gym strips and packing their bags to go home for the day. You counted maybe a handful of them standing around, gazing at you like a deer in headlights, but it didn’t matter. You were here for one person, and one person only.
“Gyuvin!” Your voice leaped out of your chest without thinking. You gulp, watching as Gyuvin’s teammates slowly turn towards you, Gawking at you like some foreign creature of the wild. Gyuvin catches your figure in his gaze shortly after, a small smile hooking onto the corner of his lips. “y/n?”
“I need to talk to you.” Your voice softened this time around. A faux smile lined your lips as you made your way towards him.
“You miss me already?” Gyuvin innocently asked, a not-so-innocent grin smacked across his face. You only rolled his eyes. “Oh shush! What the hell was that stunt you pulled just—”
“Wait! These guys don’t know yet!”Gyuvin suddenly nudged your shoulder gently, interrupting you. Pressing a finger to his lips, he tilted his head towards his friends, his voice hushed. “They think we’re really dating!”
“So?” You crossed your arms, your voice meeting his.
“So, we gotta act like a couple!” Gyuvin’s hand gently traced the outside of your arm, slowly falling until he reached your fingertips. He clung onto your fingers loosely, the act making your heart race. “Remember the deal?”
Suddenly, a cog in your brain switched. All eyes were on you, each student curious what would happen next. All attention; laser focused on you. You weren’t looking for an answer, anymore. You wanted to make Kim Gyuvin pay for what he did; for drowning you in a sea of embarrassment. You wanted revenge.
He wanted an act? Oh, you were gonna give him one, alright.
“I mean—Of course I missed you, baby!” Your voice sang sweet like honey. As you raise yourself onto your tippy-toes, your face inches closer to him. You watch as Gyuvin’s eyes spill from their sockets and his face plumps pink. He’s stunned to his core; you’ve turned him to stone. Your free hand cups the side of his face. A smirk lined your lips as they graze against Gyuvin’s cheek in a sweet kiss.
Sweet, sweet revenge.
You step away from the stunned puppy, clinging onto his fingers. You made sure not to miss the stunned faces of Gyuvin’s teammates, their jaws grazing the floor. And who could forget Gyuvin’s reaction? You certainly couldn’t, with the way his face drowned in red, his hands cupping over his mouth. You send him a flirty wink. “I’ll be in the car. Don’t keep me waiting!”
You skipped your way out of the gym, totally ignoring your racing heartbeat. It was just from the adrenaline, anyway.
“What happened to Matthew, sweetie?” Your mom tilted her head to the side.
You picked at your fingers, eyes darting between your socks and the coffee table just paces beside them. “He couldn’t make it tonight. Gyuvin offered to take me instead.”
Currently, you and Gyuvin are sitting on your living room couch, facing your parents. Barely facing, anyways; you have never been more nervous in your life than at this very moment. A gulp pushed through your chest. You weren’t fully sure why the campus pretty boy was currently in your home. You just wanted him to pick you up right before you had to leave for the concert that evening. Instead, he insisted on coming half an hour early to introduce himself to your parents. Was he crazy?
All of this felt so formal. Like it was a real date. It made your stomach swirl in on itself.
As his forehead proceeded to shed bullets, Gyuvin clumsily shot up from his seat, jutting a hand towards your dad. “My name is Kim Gyuvin, sir! I am y/n’s classmate and I happened to—uh—have tickets to the same concert as her—I have no ulterior motives with your daughter sir, we are just friends—” Gyuvin spat out in a rushed, single breath. Your body cringes as you watch from the sidelines. Your father hesitates, his brows furrowing as he takes the hand of the lost puppy.
“Alright, then. Have her home by 11,” Your dad simply says.
Gyuvin’s chest puffs up, determination swelling in his cheeks. “Yes, sir!”
You gaze up at him from your seat on the couch. The way his brunette head gleamed beneath your living room lights. You watched as his hands moved from fidgeting with his belt loops, to aggressively brushing through his hair, to clinging behind his back. You watched as his eyes burned with a passion you’ve never seen before. As if he was committed to making the best first impression to your parents. A weird feeling bubbled up your chest.
You shot up from your seat and b-lined for the kitchen. “I’ll get everyone some water!”
Escaping to the solitude of your kitchen, you swing open the cabinet door. You reach for the first cup you find before drowning it underneath the faucet water. The white noise of the water pressure flooded your mind. Your weird, weird mind.
“Is that your new boyfriend?” The voice of your mother popped in your ears, nearly making you spit out your water.
Boyfriend? Kim Gyuvin? Was your mother crazy?
You took another gulp of water. Your mother was only half wrong, you suppose. You were technically his fake girlfriend. But that wasn’t the same. Still, the thought made your heart race.
“What? Mom—no!” You quickly brush the thought away. Or try to, anyway. “We’re just friends. It’s not like that.”
You keep eye-contact with your socks as your mother’s voice peaks up again. “That’s too bad. I like him for you.”
You picked at your lips. Why was your heart beating so fast? “What do you mean?”
“The boy seems sweet. Not many guys your age are willing to drive someone around like that. He seemed so eager to meet us, too—that's rare. Plus, he's handsome!” Your mother sent you a soft smile. “Boys like that are hard to come across.”
Images of Gyuvin rush to your mind. Images you couldn’t swat away easily. With no final words, your mom slips out of the kitchen, leaving you to drown in your thoughts.
It was odd, to say the least.
Music was blasting in Gyuvin’s ears. It was blasting so hard, in fact, that Gyuvin could feel the bass ruminate in his chest. And when there wasn’t any music, the screams of fangirls filled in those gaps. Neon lights blared like sirens from the front of the stage; the brightness almost hurting his eyes. He was drowning in a sea of people; fans dedicated to the music of whatever band was playing before him. There were a multitude of distractions in front of him.
Yet, Kim Gyuvin still had his eyes on you, standing beside him in the crowd.
The way your eyes sparkled the moment the band played your favourite song. The way you threw your arms in the air, dancing to the beat of the music and singing the lyrics with all your heart. The way your smile never failed to brighten up the dim concert hall. It was all Gyuvin could focus on.
Gyuvin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as his heart beat beneath his chest, overpowering the pressure from the music around him. The heat creeping under his skin could have easily been chalked up to the crowd of people pushing up against his body, but Gyuvin had a feeling that wasn’t it. The culprit was you, taking over every thought he had in his mind.
What if it wasn’t fake?
You and him. Park y/n and Kim Gyuvin. What if it was real?
Gyuvin’s stomach flipped in on itself.
He couldn’t help but laugh as a stranger’s shoulder bumped into him, jolting him back to reality. There was no way you’d want to be with him. This was all just one big lie, anyway. Gyuvin was just reaching for the stars.
Maybe front row tickets weren’t the smartest idea.
As expensive of a purchase as they were, many people were still able to afford them. As a result, you were swimming in a crowd of avid, committed fans—and you could barely float. Don’t be fooled, you loved this rare opportunity to see your favourite band perform live. Nevertheless, standing in this crowd was exhausting.
Soon enough, the concert had entered its third and final set of the night. But rather than losing their energy, like what was expected to happen at the end of the night, the crowd gained energy. Slowly, the people around you surged with energy; jumping up and down, shoving left and right. Your shoulders roughly crashed against those of your neighbours, but nobody noticed. Everyone was too busy enjoying themselves.
You, however, weren’t. With each strike against your frame, fear shocked through your body. You felt closed in, trapped. You held your limbs close to your chest, out of fear that you’d hurt yourself. You needed a way out.
Suddenly, the face of a certain someone appeared in your mind. A certain someone that you couldn't quite find at the moment.
Where was Gyuvin?
You whip your head around, eyes frantically scanning the blurry, messy crowd. No one resembled the tall puppy boy you grew so familiar with. Your eyes could practically dry out with how hard you worked on them, searching for Gyuvin in a heated frenzy, but he was nowhere to be found. You were enclosed by waves of strangers, not one face looked vaguely familiar to you. Your breaths began to quicken as fear shot down your spine. Your body froze on the spot—a deer in headlights.
Without warning, the touch of a hand grazed against your wrist. You didn’t have time to react before the hand clung onto you, pulling your figure to your right. Soon later, you crashed onto the tense surface of someone’s chest, their body heat swiftly igniting your own.
You glance up, your eyes meeting those puppy eyes you know and love.
Kim Gyuvin looked down at your figure, his gaze overflowing with worry and fear. Your heart finally begins to calm down, your mind finally clearing. You watch as his free hand reaches up to touch you, but it hesitates at the last second. The hand that clung onto yours, however, never dared to let go.
“Stay close, okay? I don’t wanna lose you.”
You gulped, butterflies fluttering at the pit of your stomach. Only now did you fully register how close you two were. You were snug against his chest, faces just centimetres apart. You gazed up at his figure; the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down, the way his once brunette hair blazed a cool indigo underneath the blaring stage lights. The way that his eyes collected stars as they hung onto you—only you. His breath wisps onto your skin, his shoulders effortlessly caging your frame in his. Your skin suddenly felt hot, flushed.
There was something different about Gyuvin, tonight. You couldn’t put your finger on it.
You didn’t know what came over you, or what monster had possessed you just now, but you found yourself resting your head on Gyuvin’s chest for the rest of the concert. It felt safe there; a part of you never wanted to leave.
“Thank you,” your voice didn’t reach past a whisper.
10:48pm. The sun retired beneath the sky. Stars peeked through the ebony fabric. The small glimmers of light you did see were in the form of streetlamps, quickly passing you as Gyuvin drove you home.
It was night-time. It was dangerously close to your curfew. Yet you didn’t want to leave.
Gyuvin’s car came to a soft halt as he drove into your driveway. He brought you home right before the hour of your curfew hits, like the gentleman he was. It made your stomach flip in on itself; made your head spiral in directions you didn’t deem possible before. What was Kim Gyuvin doing to you?
The air was tense, quiet. Neither of you spoke as you exited the car, the light outside your house cascading over your figures like liquid gold. You watched as Gyuvin’s eyes grazed through the gravel of your driveway; the leaves of your front yard hedge—but never on you. Though you did the same, it still made your heart sink a little. Was this really the end of the night?
“Hey,” Your voice peaked beneath the silence. “Thanks—for tonight.”
Finally, his eyes land on you. His hand reached up to cling on the nape of his neck. “I mean, you made me come here.”
“Hey! You started this, you know.” You roll your eyes to the stars above, crossing your arms and leaning back on the side of Gyuvin’s car.
Gyuvin’s eyes stayed on you as his figure inched closer. He shoved his hands in his pockets, the cool air condensing his breath into puffs of air every exhale he takes. You felt your heart race beneath your chest again, forgetting to breathe, yourself, as Gyuvin rests a hip beside you. His eyes folded up into crescent moons.
“And I don’t regret a thing.” His voice was soft, fragile. It made your heart leap.
It was as if the space around had faded away, leaving only you and Kim Gyuvin in its wake. This world was yours and yours alone. You felt your body shifting closer and closer to Gyuvin’s frame. Your figure slowly encases itself in his warmth; his body heat. Your eyes darted back and forth between your shoes and Gyuvin’s eyes. Butterflies bombarded your stomach.
You thought back to your mother’s words from earlier that night.
What if everything was real? What if you had something more?
Adrenaline shot through your chest. It was an absurd thought. But, you clearly weren’t thinking straight.
Your eyes latch onto Gyuvin’s lips. Your hands fiddled with the hem of your jacket. You took note of Gyuvin’s arm, reaching out to you before hesitating, eventually leaning on the roof of his car. His eyes lured yours in, holding them hostage as your hands developed a mind of their own; resting atop of Gyuvin’s shoulders. With your heart springing from your chest, your bodies move closer. Gyuvin’s palm slides up against your cheek as your eyes flutter shut. You felt the puffs of his warm breath graze against your skin. Sure, maybe you weren’t thinking straight. You haven’t been since the concert, but for once, you haven’t felt more sure about anything in your life.
“y/n?”
The voice of your father jolts the two of you back to reality. You jump back, a wall of awkward space slicing through you. Your head darts over to your house’s front door, where you found your dad in his sleep robe and pyjama bottoms, leaning against the door frame. “What are you doing out here? It’s late. Get inside.”
You and Gyuvin simultaneously cleared your throats, your eyes dodging each other as you scramble to collect yourselves. You and Gyuvin said your hesitant goodbyes as you trekked into your home.
Gosh, you’re so stupid.
Kim Gyuvin couldn’t move out of your driveway. His figure was frozen, immobile as he sat in the driver’s seat. His hands hung loosely around the stagnant steering wheel as his mind ran in circles.
Kim Gyuvin is an idiot.
He was rash and reckless; a complete fool. He should’ve known better than to try and kiss you. He knew this relationship—this fake relationship, was nothing but a complex business venture. He knew that no real feelings were supposed to mix in this cauldron of lies. Things would turn messy if they did. You two had a simple deal; he would drive you around, while you drove away those crazy fangirls he had seemed to forget about.
He also knew that none of that seemed to matter anymore. The more time he spent with you, the more he focused on you. You had his heart on lockdown; and he didn’t mind it one bit.
He also knew that you could feel it, too. The way you leaned into him, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, pulling him in. The way you gazed up at him, your eyes glimmering golden from the streetlights above. Maybe it was too early to tell, but the excitement was already buzzing through his chest.
Maybe he had a chance.
There was only one way he could find out.
Sitting up straight, Gyuvin shifted his car in reverse before slowly backing out of your driveway. He opted to wait for another day, seeing how late it was in the evening. But that didn’t stop the adrenaline from coursing through his body.
Kim Gyuvin is an idiot.
An idiot who has fallen for you.
“You almost WHAT?” Matthew’s voice jumped out of your phone like a fish out of water. You dug your head in your hands, a million different emotions rushing through your mind. You spun around in your desk chair, getting dizzy as you stared up at the ceiling. It didn’t matter though; your mind was already spinning. Spinning with thoughts of Kim Gyuvin.
“We almost kissed.” You muttered, your head sinking onto the surface of your desk. “When he dropped me off yesterday. We just started talking outside his car. One thing led to another and—God, I wanna die.”
A series of incoherent mumbles erupted from Matthew’s line. “What stopped you? Why didn’t you just kiss him?”
“My dad caught us outside.” You groan, your fingers digging into your temples. “Besides, I was just being stupid. I shouldn’t have tried to kiss him.”
Matthew finally calmed down. You could hear him munching on a snack through the phone. “Why’s that?”
Wasn’t it obvious? You weren’t supposed to be with Kim Gyuvin. This relationship was supposed to be fake; a strict business plan. You had no real chance with Kim Gyuvin—he was the campus pretty boy, after all. You huff a sigh from your chest.
“I can’t be with him. Everything we had—it’s all fake. A fake relationship so he could get away from those crazy fangirls, and I could stop taking the bus in the rain. We can’t just—”
“Do you like him?”
Matthew’s words cut through yours like a knife. You choke. Stubbornly, your mind ventures out to images of Gyuvin Images of Gyuvin’s puppy dog eyes—those very same eyes that would fold up into heart-wrenching crescent moons every time he smiled. You thought about his touchy tendencies and the ways he made your heart race. From booping your nose to kissing the back of your hand. You thought about how you first met; how he clung onto your hand for dear life. How you thought it was weird then, but now you didn’t seem to mind. No one seemed to make your heart flutter the same way Kim Gyuvin did.
“Yeah.” You heard yourself answer without much thought. Heat creeped up to your cheeks.
“Then none of that matters!”
Your stomach flips in on itself. Matthew was right. You liked Kim Gyuvin; and you weren’t going to let anything get in your way.
“I’ll call you back, Matthew.” You quickly swipe at your phone.
“GO GET YOUR MANS—” Matthew’s voice peaked through the mic before you hastily ended the call.
You were more than disarrayed when it came to getting ready to leave the house. A haphazardly draped sweater hung over your figure. You didn’t bother to change out of your pyjama shorts as you slid on your house slippers. You weren’t fully sure if they were matching, either; you didn’t have the time to care. With your stare blazing with determination, you only cared about one thing; making your way to Kim Gyuvin.
With more strength than you anticipated you swing your front door open, immediately greeting the harsh welcome of the afternoon sunlight and crisp breeze. After wincing at the light, you look up.
You choke.
It wasn’t just the weather that greeted you with an extra shock factor this afternoon. With a rose in one hand, and his other hand balled up into a fist in the air—you assumed he was about to knock on your door—a figure stood before you. His puppy dog eyes stared back at you with determination as your heart performed backflips beneath your chest.
Kim Gyuvin was already there; at your front door, waiting for you.
“Gyuvin?!” You jolt, stepping out of the house and sealing the front door behind you shut. Kim Gyuvin towered over you, his tall frame shielding you from the blaring afternoon sun. But the warmth on your face stayed, all the same. You gulp, immediately aware of your less than tasteful current appearance. You swipe at your hair, taming any potential fly aways before fiddling with the handle of your zipper. You winced in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”
Gyuvin nervously scans his surroundings before looking down at the rose in his hand. He pushes it forward; towards you.
“I, um—I thought of you.”
Your heart simultaneously surged with energy and melted into a puddle; were you having a heart attack? Your fingers grazed the rose, your chest buzzing with a feeling you couldn’t explain. You part your lips to say something, but it seems Gyuvin wasn’t finished.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, actually. Ever since I met you and randomly held your hand, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
You gulp. “Gyuvin—”
The puppy boy gazed down at his shoes, the shell of his ear turning pink. “Maybe this is selfish, but I don’t like having to use some weird, intricate plan to spend time with you. I wanna drive you around, but not just because it’s a rule we discussed on a piece of paper. Everything in me is telling me that I need to be with you. Like—really be with you.”
“Gyuvin—”
“I know you probably don’t wanna hear this. I just wanted to get it off my chest. I guess I should’ve planned this out more, sorry about that—”
“Gyuvin!” You watched as the puppy boy jumped, his eyes collecting stars in broad daylight; it amazed you.
Gosh, you couldn’t take it anymore.
It all happened in mere seconds. Your heart danced beneath your chest as it heaved with energy. You were a balloon seconds before popping. Your limbs gained rebellious minds of their own, your legs inching closer to Gyuvin’s frame as your arms reached out to cling onto his jacket. Gyuvin only gazes back at you, his figure not daring to step away from you as he lets you pull him closer. A thread of space hung in the balance of your faces. With your mind splitting in different directions, and your heart finally leading your body, you squeeze your eyes shut;
Capturing your lips in his.
Candy. Kim Gyuvin tasted like candy as your lips melted into his. Slowly but surely, your figures began to move. Gyuvin’s touch was soft, fragile. His arm gently snakes around the small of your waist as the other supports your head by the palm. Your hands slip on either side of Gyuvin’s face, pulling him closer. He was snug against your frame—so close that he could feel the butterflies erupting from the pit of your swirling stomach. So close that he could touch the heart that was beating rapidly. Rapidly for him. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t dare to let him go.
Your lips hesitantly pluck apart, both of you torn between reaching out for another kiss and taking a much needed deep breath. Your chest heaves as you glance up at him, your face drenched in flustered heat. Kim Gyuvin wasn’t any better, with his face smeared in red blush. It was gut-wrenchingly adorable. You gulp, still breathless.
“I wanna be with you, too.”
Gyuvin only gapes at you, completely stunned as you continue. “From the moment I met you, you never failed to amaze me. Everything with you has been so spontaneous and fun—it’s all so new to me. But I don’t hate it. I wanna experience more with you, Gyuvin. I wanna be with you—for real, this time.”
The silence, accompanied by the squawks of the birds in the sky, drops you into reality as your skin runs hot from embarrassment. Gyuvin only gulps, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly. His eyes gaze into yours, practically forming into hearts as he pulls you close.
“God—I like you so much, y/n” Gyuvin’s chest buzzed with excitement as he peppered small kisses all over your face. Your heated, flushed face. You reach up to play with his brunette hair, a smile staining your cheeks.
“I like you more, dummy.”
Kim Gyuvin leaned against the doorframe of your classroom.
You skipped your way over to your boyfriend as the clamour of students packed up their belongings for the day. Eyes of every girl in your class darted towards you and Kim Gyuvin. It was the school’s latest hot topic; the campus pretty boy and the stingy class president—a match made in heaven.
It was as if your bodies were made for one another; the way you folded into each other’s arms with immense ease. Gyuvin’s arm snaked around your waist as you clung onto the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.
“You got practice?” You ask after pulling away.
“Yeah.” Gyuvin huffed. “Just wanted to see you!”
“You’ll be late, Gyuvin.” You cross your arms, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re not just trying to stall and eventually skip, are you?”
Gyuvin only dragged on a long, indecisive hum before you sent a fist to his shoulder. “Go to practice!”
“Okay, fine!” Gyuvin bends down and places a quick peck on your cheek. Even as your boyfriend, Gyuvin never failed to make your heart flutter. “I’ll see you later, baby!”
As you retired back to your desk to retrieve your things, you felt the stares of various fangirls burning through you. But they didn’t matter. Unfortunately for them; you had Kim Gyuvin’s heart on lockdown, and you wouldn’t have it any other way!
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Your laugh was contagious, your smile was healing and your oh-so-sweet voice was music to his ears. He could get drunk on your laugh if he could. He didn't need alcohol to be intoxicated, your scent was intoxicating enough for him. Your beauty put the Mona Lisa to shame, in Ricky's eyes no one could ever live up to your beauty. You were his muse, the air he needed to live, the water he needed to survive, but to you, he was just a friend. A friend who could be very easily replaced, and he hated that.
He hated how your laugh got louder, your smile much sweeter and your voice more beautiful when Gyuvin was there, he hated how you would lean onto him when he told a joke, hated how you hit his arm when you laughed and how you would look into Gyuvin's eyes as if you could get lost in them. No matter what he did, Ricky would always be a friend.
No matter how much Ricky loved you he was oblivious, oblivious to the love you had for him. No matter how funny Gyuvin was, no matter how caring and considerate he was, he could never be Ricky and you hated that. You knew letting Ricky fall out of love with you so he could love someone he deserved, would be like stabbing yourself in the heart, but for his sake, you were more than willing to do that.
If only Ricky's sister hadn't put your letter in the recycling bin, then maybe something could have happened. Maybe Ricky would be able to shake all the doubts out of you and give you the love you deserved and desired. If only.
A/N: help, idk what this is, please send requests for zb1, I'm bored.
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Boyfriend Material
Kim Gyuvin x Reader
High School AU(I'm not creative) where Gyuvin tries to convince the reader to date him. Unfortunately for him, reader is more than cautious of his playful personality.
Note: Probably not very grammatically well. I think this story is too long.
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Does your heart beat for him? Gyuvin would often wander around this question.
Many seconds have been spent trying to talk to you. Many minutes have been spent staring at you. Many hours have been spent thinking about you. Many days have been spent longing for you.
It wasn't as if Gyuvin didn't do anything about his more than average adoration for you. He did. He did almost everything that he could. Almost everything for you to reciprocate what he felt, or atleast for you to just look at him properly.
"Keep sulking over there and you'll end up becoming a skeleton." Gunwook hopelessly jokes to his hopeless friend Gyuvin who had been silently staring at an action figure for the past few minutes.
Junhyeon and Gunwook were sitting on the latter's bed. Gunwook had invited his two friends to his house to hang out. Gyuvin sitting on the floor and staring at a figure with joy drained out of his friend's face was not what he had planned to be "hanging out".
In response, Gyuvin only sighs. The boy seemingly was not comforted by his friend's words, his dilemma was too big to be joked about.
"Keep sighing over there and [name] will eventually smell your bad breath from where they're at." Junhyeon laughs
Junhyeon's joke however, unlike Gunwook's, had elicited a non-lifeless response from Gyuvin. The boy's eyes widened, quickly bringing his hand up to his mouth and puffing out air through said mouth to smell his breath.
"Is that why they don't like talking to me?" Gyuvin panics, "Is my breath that bad?"
"Well sure, [name] looks at you in disgust, but I'm sure that your breath isn't the only reason." Junhyeon snickers
Gunwook smacks Junhyeon's back, which elicits a painful wince from the boy, "Sure that you need to brush your teeth after eating fish, but your breath isn't that bad." Gunwook tries to reassure Gyuvin
"But it is bad?" Gyuvin whines, dragging his hands over his eyes, "Stupid, stupid Gyuvin! Always with stinky breath, no wonder they dont like you, they're never gonna like you!" The boy crazily rants about and to himself.
"Didn't know you were into degradation." Junhyeon's amusement was met with Gunwook loudly smacking him on the back,
"OW!" Junhyeon clutches his knees
"You know what, man? You're breath doesn't smell bad. We were just joking with ya." Gunwook tries to once again, reassure his friend, who was banging his head against the wall.
"That doesn't make sense. Then why don't they like me?" Gyuvin had transferred his antics from banging his head on the wall to trying to pull out his brown hair with both of his hands, after having had set the action figure he was holding down beside him, "I tried everything! Bad breath has to be it!"
"You know maybe [name]'s just into more mature guys." Junhyeon says nonchalantly to the boy while laying down on Gunwook's bed.
"What?" Gyuvin now sets his hands on the floor. His hands were now supporting his body that was leaning towards the direction of Junhyeon, expectantly waiting for an explanation.
Before Gunwook could yet again land a slap on Junhyeon, the latter signs to the former to stop, "You aren't really what someone would flex to be their boyfriend. Sure, you're handsome, but I think [name] isn't that shallow."
"You're actually on to something." Gunwook squints suspiciously at Junhyeon.
"So? So?" Gyuvin asks desperately, he uses his knees to walk over to the two boys. The boy stops "walking" once he had reached a close distance and starts patting non-stop on both of his friends' thighs, demanding for a response.
Junhyeon stops Gyuvin's hand with his own, and, without raising his head up to look at him, says, "You're a kid bro."
Gunwook follows in suit of Junhyeon, lightly holding Gyuvin's hand on his thigh, but unlike Junhyeon, looks Gyuvin straight at the eyes, "What he means to say bro, is that you don't act mature enough for a relationship. You always sleep in class, spend your free time playing around, making a mess when eating, making fuss whenever you're in a crowd, and when it comes to [name]...."
Gunwook looks away, halting his statement, seemingly not able to tell his friend what comes next.
"You scream their name whenever you see them, when there's a ton of people around. You're always following them around, talking their ear off. You scare away anybody you see them with. You're always teasing them, hiding their things and laughing when you find a booger in their nose. The list just goes on." Junhyeon completes Gunwook's statement.
Gyuvin looks shocked, "I was just trying to point out the booger, I didn't want them to be embarrassed if other people pointed it out."
"Dude, it's embarrassing when you point it out, especially when you're laughing and when other people can hear you." Gunwook takes his hands off of Gyuvin's to facepalm, "Gyuvin, maybe you can tone down your antics a little bit. Be a little more mature."
"Leave [name] alone, I think this is getting out of hand." Junhyeon grumbles softly to which only Gunwook heard and in response, had nodded his head slowly.
A few seconds pass in silence.
Gyuvin then stands up and puts a fist to his chest, "[name], I'll be the boyfriend you want!"
"First step, stop shouting all the time." Junhyeon sits up and places his hands on either side of his ears with a displeased expression.
"This talk was supposed to stop you from annoying [name], not annoy them even more." Junhyeon grumbles. Unfortunately, Gyuvin seemed to be off in his own world and hadn't heard Junhyeon.
"Where did this even come from?" Gunwook mumbles to himself.
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"Let me help you with that." Gyuvin awkwardly smiles at you, hands outstretched to the pile of books you were taking out of your locker.
"No." You reply sternly, not looking at the boy beside you as you struggle to close your locker while carrying your books.
"No, I insist." Gyuvin makes a small fuss with your hands, trying to take your books by force.
The both of you tussle for a bit. None of you, however, had turned out to be victorious as your books fell to the ground, accumulating stares from passersby.
Gyuvin immediately crouches down to collect your fallen books. Before you could do anything, Gyuvin had already stood up with your books in a tight embrace to his chest, "Lead the way, [name]."
"Gyuvin, give me back my books." You exasperatingly sigh and ignore what Gyuvin had said to you, locking your locker closed.
"No, a gorgeous person like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things. You know what? Let me carry your bag." Gyuvin outstretches his one hand, pulling on your backpack strap that was hanging on your left shoulder, in an attempt to carry it for you.
You grip the boy's wrist near your shoulder, "I'm very not in the mood to chase you around the whole school for my things. So, give it up."
Gyuvin scrunches his eyebrows together, "What? I was just going to walk you to class. Come on now, don't you trust me."
"I don't."
Gyuvin pouts, "Please? Please? Please? Please?"
"Fine! Stop whining. If you run off with my things or hold this against me in the future, I'm going to literally never talk to you." You relent to the boy as his whines had started wringing in your ears.
You slap the boy's hand away from you and your backpack. You then try to walk away to your classroom, but you were halted in your tracks. You turn your head to see that Gyuvin had grabbed the handle loop of your backpack.
"What's your problem?" You angrily ask the boy.
"Give me your bag?" Gyuvin confusedly questions you, tugging on the handle loop.
You grab the boy's arm that was on your bag and fling it towards his body, "Be lucky that I am letting you carry my books. I want to go now, so, don't make this difficult." You say your piece as if talking to a child who had done something wrong.
"Exactly, you're already letting me carry your books, so, just let me carry your bag." Gyuvin says like it was common knowledge.
"If I'm going to give you my bag and then you run off, I'm going to be left with nothing. Now, let's go before I take my books away from you." You storm off, Gyuvin quickly trailing behind to catch up to you.
Due to the fact that you were walking so fast and that Gyuvin had been trying to walk beside you, he wasn't able to be aware of his environment. In simple words, the boy had tripped face-first onto a pillar because of that.
"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, stopping in your tracks to barely touch the boy's cheek with your palm to see if he had broken anything on his face.
Despite almost breaking his nose, Gyuvin didn't let your books fall, firmly hugging the said books.
"Yeah, I'm just glad I didn't land on my butt."
"Are you sure? I can ask for an ice-pack from the nurse."
"Nah, I'm a strong man! This was nothing!" Gyuvin holds his chin high.
You roll your eyes, retracting your hand and turning away to continue walking off to your classroom. This time, your pace was slower.
As you had turned away, Gyuvin turned a very dark shade of crimson. The boy gulps and takes his long legs to walk beside you.
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Gyuvin had dropped you off and was now sitting in his classroom that differed from yours. The boy sets his head atop of his table, his right cheek meeting the cold desk. He adjusts his eyes to look at the window infront of him and thinks about his earlier encounter with you.
Never talk to him again? Were you really going to be that extreme? He could barely stay sane without hearing your voice for a few seconds, how could he endure a period of "never"?
He remembers how you had flung his arm away. Sure, it hurt when his arm hit the hard books he was carrying, but the rejection hurt more. Knowing that his advances towards you were always shut down, made his heart rip little by little, because it meant that you didn't want him, that you didn't need him.
"Good Morning, class."
Gyuvin quickly stands up alongside his classmates to greet the old professor.
"You all may take a seat. Now, turn to page 144 in your textbook."
Unlike the past, Gyuvin had brought his textbook this time. Furthermore, he actually opened his book, to the correct page, nonetheless. It was unusual, so unusual that his seatmates and even those infront of him had turned to look at him. Not only did Gyuvin open a book, a book that was for academic purposes, he had also opened a notebook where he was taking down notes.
For the whole hour or so lesson, Gyuvin was attentive up until the bell rang, signifying the end of the class.
"Keep up the good work Kim Gyuvin." The old professor smiles at the boy in amusement.
"Sir, yes Sir!" Gyuvin responds in much determination, one wouldn't have guessed that the boy was a slacker in class.
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It was a hot afternoon, Gyuvin and Gunwook had just finished after-school soccer practice that day and were now in the changing rooms. Their friend, Junhyeon, was already waiting for them outside the changing rooms and had invited himself in, once the two boys had entered.
"What's going on with you today? You're being a little less loud than usual." Gunwook says jokingly, wiping sweat off of his own forehead with a clean towel.
"I'm just toning it down, you know?" Gyuvin says whilst changing into the fresh clothes he took out from his bag.
"You didn't even sleep in morning classes today." Junhyeon pointed out, sitting on the bench in the changing room and on his phone.
"What can I say? I am Mr. Perfect." Gyuvin hums, shoving his dirty clothes into his bag.
"And just when I thought you actually changed. Well, Junhyeon did say that you started to doze off in math class. But I guess that was a fluke, huh?" Gunwook clacks his tounge
"Be more respectful of your elders, would ya?" Gyuvin playfully slaps the back of Gunwook's head.
"Hey, bros, could you hurry up a bit? I've been waiting for a hundred years now." Junhyeon complains
"Jeez, could you not? Me and Gyuvin have been tirelessly practicing for the next match, the coach had us stay behind even." Gunwook defends himself and Gyuvin, "You aren't even supposed to be inside the changing rooms."
"Ok, not my fault you guys are MVPs or something that need extra training. You guys promised to game with me after practice." Junhyeon whines, "And tell that Han Yujin kid to stop staring at me weirdly."
"I'd stare at you weirdly too if you were looming over the changing rooms. I'd think you were a pervert or something." Gyuvin defends his junior.
Junhyeon lets out a dramatic gasp, wiping away fake tears, "I am not a pervert! How dare you!" The boy then changes his mood quickly, smiling mischievously, "Gyuvin, bro, I actually forgot to tell you something."
"You already had my attention bro, what is it?"
"There's this girl in our class that's got a crush on you. I think you'd like her." Junhyeon giggles
"Name reveal! Name reveal!" Gunwook claps his hands together repeatedly.
"I really could care less." Gyuvin sighs, rubbing his face.
"Is this because of [name]?" Gunwook asks, seemingly disappointed.
"Why do you even like them?" Junhyeon chastised
"What do you mean?" Gyuvin aggressively asks, slamming his locker door shut.
The other two boys wince, they were taken aback by Gyuvin's sudden change of behavior.
"I don't mean that [name] isn't a catch or anything. They're great actually." Junhyeon quickly defends himself, shaking his hands infront of his chest, "I just meant like why do you like them specifically?"
"I, uh, I uhm." Gyuvin struggles to find an answer.
"I think it's time you move on, bro. Go and date someone else you're actually interested in. For example, maybe you'll actually like the girl Junhyeon talked about." Gunwook says seriously
"Where is this even coming from? I really like [name], I always have liked [name]." Gyuvin asks in disbelief, laughing along the way.
"Then why do you like [name]?" Junhyeon repeats his question.
"I like- cuz you know, uhm. Ah, because I uh." Gyuvin struggles yet again to find an answer. Shouldn't his two closest friends know why?
"You're always like that whenever someone asks why you like [name]. It's really time that you stop messing with them." Gunwook points out.
"I'm not messing with them." Gyuvin whispers
Taking a deep breath of the fresh late afternoon air, he had reached the school's exit and then finds a bench to sit on outside of the school building.
Did his two closest friends really think that he was messing with you? Gyuvin silently walks away, making sure that the changing room door closed silently. The boy becomes deaf to his two friends calling out his name.
He makes a bee-line for the school's exit.
Why did he like you? Was a question frequently asked, by your friends, his friends, his team-mates, his siblings, and even his mother. It was a simple question, but Gyuvin couldn't really pin-point an answer. This has caused for a lot of people to assume that his feelings for you were for laughs, that they weren't real. Maybe it wasn't real. Maybe it wasn't genuine. But why did Gyuvin want you so badly?
Gyuvin didn't really think much. He never sat down to collect his thoughts or reflect on his feelings. So, now he will. Why was it you that he wanted when there were other people who wanted him, like that girl from his class? Well, he was stubborn and often pursued anything he happened to set his mind on, so, maybe that was the reason. Gyuvin didn't want to "mess" with you in that extent. So, he focused on thinking, something others wouldn't have imagined him doing, all to answer the infamous question, "Why does Gyuvin like [name]?".
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Walking down the busy halls of the school with no particular destination in mind, Gyuvin was chatting away with his good friend, Gunwook. It was the first day of school and Gyuvin was curious about which teachers Gunwook had, in the event that he had that teacher before.
"Math with Ms. Lee, and then Science with Mr. Cruz." Gunwook tells his older friend of his teachers in each class.
"Good luck with Mr. Cruz, he's a total nightmare." Gyuvin laughs at his friend.
"Was he really a nightmare or were you just being a slacker in class?"
"Hey now, you don't hear me complaining about the other teachers." The brunette boy sighs, "Besides, who tells a poor young boy to sit on air for 15 minutes? Sounds like child abuse to me."
Gyuvin wasn't really paying attention to his environment. Suffice to say, due to his inability to be aware and his extreme clumsiness, he trips and hits a concrete pillar face-first. The impact of which he hit himself wasn't what you called a breeze, rather, it was the opposite. So much so that he fell down on his back, the back of his head included.
"Argh" Gyuvin rubs his nose, he was on the floor, and since he never bothered to close the duffel bag that he was carrying, its contents had spilled all over the floor.
"Are you okay?" You asked, kneeling down to the boy to see if he was alright. You didn't touch him to help him up immediately, as you thought that it'd be awkward and didn't want to intrude personal space.
Gyuvin tilts his head up to look at you whilst holding his nose in pain, he was in a daze and was slightly hallucinating, "Am I dead?" 'Cuz I think that you're an angel." The boy says with a nasal voice.
You shake your head, collecting Gyuvin's things on the floor so that they didn't block the way for other people passing by. You fold the clothes among the fallen contents of the brunette's bag, and place his things carefully back inside the duffel bag.
"You're really beautiful, I'm really beautiful, we should totally go out." Gyuvin sends you finger-guns, clicking his tounge alongside.
"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" You ask seriously, worried that the boy may be out of it.
"If that means spending more time with you, then yes and yes and yes." Gyuvin drones
You finish placing Gyuvin's things in his bag with an action figure and offer a hand to him.
"You want to hold hands? Don't mind if I do."
You help Gyuvin up on his feet and sling his duffel bag over his arm. You then turn to Gunwook who had been hysterically laughing all this time, "This your friend?"
"Yes" Gunwook musters up a one-word response from laughing too hard.
"Heyyyy, don't talk to another man. I'm a jealous boy, you know." Gyuvin whines, not letting go of your hand.
You tussle with the brunette for a bit, taking your other hand to free your hand in and from his grip. The boy only takes his other large hand and tries to cage your free hand in his.
"I'll take him out of your hands." Gunwook had calmed down from his laughter and pulls Gyuvin away from you by the collar. This had made a leeway for you to take your hands away from him, and ultimately, leave.
"Thanks, have a good one. Take him to the nurse if he keeps this behavior up." You bow your head slightly and run away from the pair.
"Talk about being embarrassing, man." Gunwook shakes his head, slapping the other party's back.
"Who was that?" Gyuvin asks in a daze
"I don't know, I think they're in your year."
"Well, Gunwook, my man." The brunette slings his arm around the other boy's shoulders.
"What?"
"Get your suit and tie because your going to be the best man."
"Don't even think about it. The least that you can do is thank them, not play around with them."
"Exactly, I'll thank them by being their own one of a kind boyfriend." Gyuvin puts his fist to his chest.
"Where did this even come from? You're absolutely delusional."
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"You know, I'd be a great boyfriend."
"Oh!" You let out a yelp and turn to look at Gyuvin who had set his hand on the table you and your friends were occupying, "Oh, its you."
"Yeah, it's me, your future boyfriend." Gyuvin scoots your friend, Taerae who was beside you, aside and invites himself over to sit in between the both of you, "This must be fate."
It wasn't fate. In all actuality, Gyuvin had been ditching his friends during lunch to scour the entire cafeteria to find you. He had been doing this for the past 4 days, shoving his lunch down his throat in the last 5 minutes of lunch period, when he couldn't find you.
"I don't even know you." You dejectedly say, trying not to look at the boy who was trying to put his face infront of you.
Gyuvin fakes a hurt look. Your friend infront of you, Jeonghyeon, scoffs, "He's in the same basketball team as me, his name's-"
"Up, up, up, up, let me introduce myself Jeonghyeon." Gyuvin drops his act and clears his throat, "Since I am your future boyfriend, I will let this slide. But don't do this again!"
"Ok?" You shoot a glance at Taerae, asking for help silently, but he was too busy trying to hide his laughter.
"My name, your future boyfriend's name, is Gyuvin. But you can call me any sweet nickname you'd like." Gyuvin winks at you and rests his lower arm on the table.
"Well okay, Gyuvin, have you eaten yet?"
"Why, I haven't yet. You're so thoughtful, uh..."
Jeonghyeon covers his mouth to laugh, "You don't know their name?"
"Shush, Jeonghyeon!" Gyuvin shouts, showing the other boy his index finger, gesturing him to stay quiet, "What's your name, lovely?"
"Well, you should go back to your table and eat, it isn't good to starve." You look over to Jeonghyeon, asking for help with your eyes, but he too, was too busy trying to hide his laughter.
"You're so sweet, darling. Please tell me your name, though." Gyuvin places his hand on your shoulder.
"It's [name], now why don't you go eat, Gyuvin. If you want, you can take my lunch." You offer to Gyuvin, trying to make him go away.
"Gyuvin and [name], that's nice." Gyuvin wanders for a bit, he stares at you a bit too long and a bit too hard. He then notices something in your nose, "Oh, by the way, you have a booger in your nose."
That seemed to have done it, as all of your friends started to unleash their loud laughter. Even people nearby started to chuckle.
Gyuvin laughs it off, "Here, let me take it off for you." He takes his hand off your shoulder towards your nose but you push his hand away and cover your nose with your right hand.
The brunette was hurt by your rejection. He thought that he didn't do anything wrong. You had stood up and used your left hand to push your tray of food towards Gyuvin, "Here, eat. I'll be going now."
Gyuvin was going to say something else, but you were already running off to the exit.
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"Bruno Mars is better." Taerae argues with you.
You and Taerae were in the same class and subsequently, were talking in the classroom you both shared before classes started.
"Whatever you say. Arguing with you is tiring, you're so stubborn."
"I am an ENTJ after all, it's in my nature."
"Stop blaming your MBTI for your horrible attitude."
"Good Morning [name]!" Gyuvin's voice booms inside your classroom, interrupting the conversation you were having with Taerae.
"How did he find my class?" You ask in disbelief.
"I may or may not have said anything about your whereabouts to Junhyeon." Taerae giggles
"He's friends with Gyuvin?" You ask, terrified that you have a mutual friend with Gyuvin.
"I mean Jeonghyeon is too, but-"
"What're we talking about today?" Gyuvin interrupts once again, pushing Taerae's chair away from yours with his leg to make room for his own chair that he had dragged away from an unoccupied desk.
"Oh, hello there Gyuvin." You awkwardly greet the boy who had now sat down beside you.
Gyuvin snakes his arm around your shoulders, "Hi [name]."
"What brings you here?" You try to back away from the boy but his arm stuck you down to your place.
"You, ofcourse. The day was so beautiful today that I just had to come see you."
"Really? I didn't know that you came this early to school." You grumble loudly enough for the boy next to you to hear.
"I told you already, the day was so beautiful today that I just had to see you, sweetie." Gyuvin baby-talks you.
"Well okay then.." You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say, "Sweetie.."
You cringe at yourself while Gyuvin was almost shaking in joy. However, Gyuvin's joy was mildly interrupted by Taerae's loud laughter.
"What're you laughing at?" Gyuvin snaps at Taerae
"Ah, I didn't mean to-"
"You know what? Can you leave? You laughing at [name], isn't needed."
"That wasn't my intention, I-"
"Leave." Gyuvin stares the boy down until he finally stood up to go out of the classroom.
"You went too far." You stare at Gyuvin
"He was laughing at you."
"He's my friend, ofcourse he's going to laugh at me." You push Gyuvin's arm away from you gently, "Look, Gyuvin. I appreciate that you care for me to an extent but you need to learn about not overstepping boundaries."
"I'm sorry, [name]." Gyuvin pouts
"No need to apologize to me. Go after Taerae and apologize to him." You shoo Gyuvin away to which he obediently follows.
Gyuvin finds Taerae just outside your classroom, leaning against the lockers.
"Hey man, I'm sorry about earlier." Gyuvin brings a hand out for Taerae to shake.
"No worries." Taerae brings his hand out to accept Gyuvin's handshake, "But I do want to ask you something."
Gyuvin brings his hand down from Taerae's, "Shoot."
"Why do you like [name]?"
"Why? Do you like them?"
"Absolutely not, we argue too much. I'm just curious, you liking them came out of nowhere. So, why do you like [name]?"
"You know..." Gyuvin drones on his answer, "Because... uhm.."
Taerae doesn't wait for Gyuvin to continue, "Try not to mess with [name], alright?"
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"Where is my calculator?" You search your backpack for the said calculator.
You had left your things unattended at the table you and your friends had gathered around, to go to the restroom. You thought that since your friends were there, your things would be guarded.
"I don't know. Maybe Junhyeon knows, him and his friends just left awhile ago." Jeonghyeon suggests
"When you say Junhyeon and his friends, do you mean Gyuvin?" You slowly turn to Jeonghyeon, almost terrified.
"Ahhhh" Jeonghyeon seemingly had a moment of realization, "Yes.."
You see, when you left for the restroom, Junhyeon had stopped by at the table your friends were gathered at, to talk to Taerae. With Junhyeon was Gunwook and most importantly, Gyuvin. The latter was going to ask where you were when he spotted your things at the far-right end of the table. He recognized your bag easily.
Since your friends were occupied talking to each other, he did what any normal person would do. He sneakily took the calculator near your bag.
Junhyeon had finished talking with Taerae, and left with Gunwook and Gyuvin before you came back. In great fashion, Gyuvin took your calculator with him home.
"What's gotten you so happy there?" Gyuvin's mother asks her son.
The boy had changed into his house clothes and was sitting in the kitchen where his family was eating.
"What do you mean?" Gyuvin giggles, he had been giggling ever since he was picked up from school by his older brother, Hao.
"Does my boy have a crush in school?" His mother gushes.
"Ewwwww." His younger sister, Eunchae, voices out her disgust.
"What's your problem? You've been giggling non-stop." Hao exasperatingly asks his younger brother.
"Yes, I do have a crush."
"Ewwwww!" Eunchae voices out her disgust even louder.
"Oh hush Eunchae, go on now." His mother excitedly waits for Gyuvin to expound on what he had just revealed.
"What? So, you asked them out or something? Well, congratulations and shut up." Hao complains
"No, but I did take their calculator with me." Gyuvin proudly says, puffing out his chest, "They're probably panicking right now."
"Oh, Gyuvin.." His mother sadly calls out to him.
"Way to impress your crush, I guess." Hao says in a sarcastic tone.
"What?" Gyuvin asks confused
"Give your crush their calculator back first thing in the morning, Gyuvin." His mother berates, "That's not how you try and impress a person."
"But it's just a joke. They'll have no way of ignoring me now." Gyuvin tries to defend himself, "It'll give me a laugh too."
"Do you even like them, Gyuvin?" His mother asks, trying to find a middle ground for her next argument.
"I do."
"Then don't try and drive them away."
"Okay, mom.." Gyuvin reluctantly gives up to which Eunchae snickers at.
"It's alright Gyuvin, you're father always used to tease me back in the day too." His mother reminisces the past, "What's my boy's crush's name?"
"[name]"
"Oohhh, so, what do you like about this [name]?" His mother asks, elated.
"Because you know..." Gyuvin pauses for a few seconds, nervously laughing and quickly trying to find an answer, "Whatever dad saw in you.. I guess.."
His mother sighs and shakes her head, "Bring that [name]'s calculator back to them immediately. I really need you to stop playing around, Gyuvin."
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It was early morning and you were tiringly getting your things out of your locker. You had texted and even tried to call Gyuvin countless of times yesterday night for your calculator. To the point that you had to question if Junhyeon had given you Gyuvin's right number.
As you lock your locker closed, your calculator presented itself infront of your face.
"Guess what I have?" Gyuvin laughs, tauntingly shaking your calculator infront of you.
You quickly try to grab your calculator but fail as Gyuvin retracts his hand away from you faster. The boy was an athlete and that was to your disadvantage. Especially when he starts running away from you, laughing maniacally along the way.
"Try and catch me!"
"Gyuvin! Give it back!" You scream, chasing the brunette along the halls of your school.
"Only if you catch me!"
The two of you continue running and screaming in the hallways. This continued on for what seemed to be a long period to you, as you were running out of breath. Luckily for you, Gyuvin hits his stomach with a drinking water fountain, causing him to stop in his tracks and clutch his stomach in pain.
"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, catching up to the boy and patting his back softly.
"Kim Gyuvin and [full name]!"
You turn your head to see your school's prefect.
"Go to my office now and clean up whatever mess you made!" The prefect snides, pointing at the ground near you.
On the floor was you calculator, broken. You couldn't help but sigh, squatting down to clean up your broken calculator. Gyuvin tries to help you, eyes squinting in pain as he tries to squat down but you stop him, wrapping a hand around his leg to stop him from extra movement.
"Faster! Can't believe the youth are so disobedient these days!" The prefect had his arms crossed and was tapping his right foot impatiently.
You put the remains of your calculator into your backpack and stand up. Gently taking one of Gyuvin's arms and wrapping it around your shoulders, you help the brunette walk with you to follow the prefect to his office.
"Sorry." The brunette whispers, not looking at you.
"It's whatever." You reply monotonously
The prefect quickly open the door to his office and runs to his desk to sit down. You close the door behind.
"Quickly now!" The prefect snaps his fingers, while you sit Gyuvin down on one of the two chairs infront of the prefect's desk and then sit on the other unoccupied chair.
"Do you know the consequences to your actions?"
You open your mouth to answer but was swiftly interrupted.
"First, the both of you ran in halls. Second, the both of you screamed in the said halls. Third, you destructed school property, the wat-"
"[name] didn't do anything wrong. I stole their calculator and they were just trying to take it back." Gyuvin interrupts, done with the prefect's aggressiveness that had involved you.
"So we're interrupting elders now, Mr-"
"He didn't mean to." You nervously try to defend the boy beside you.
"Now you too-"
"I did mean to. What kind of prefect are you anyway? I'm in pain and you still bring me to your office before the clinic. You're screaming and being passive-aggressive to two teenagers at your grown age. I can go on and on but you know what? This is actual bull-" Gyuvin tries to distract the prefect from getting angry at you, so, he started spewing out nonsense that would transfer all of the prefect's anger and focus towards him. Even if it meant suspension or expulsion that would lead him to miss the matches he had practiced for. It was his fault anyway.
But before he could continue his vulgarity, you bring a hand to his mouth to stop any sound from resounding. However, you were too late as the prefect had successfully fallen into the brunette's trap.
"I'm calling your parent, Mr. Kim Gyuvin. You are suspended and are to go home." The prefect solemnly says.
"He really didn't mean too, he's just in pain." You try to reason.
"[full name], don't get yourself into any more trouble. I'll dismiss you with only a two-day after school detention."
Gyuvin sees your mouth open but quickly opens his mouth to speak over you, "I told you that they didn't do anything wrong. Why are you giving them punishment?"
"Don't try and make this worse for yourself." You loudly whisper to the brunette, pinching his thigh.
"Listen to your partner, Kim Gyuvin. [full name], you are dismissed, please leave." The prefect shoos you away to the exit.
"Can you lend a calculator to [name]?" Gyuvin quietly whispers.
The prefect sighs, "[full name], tell Mrs. Cruz that I'm lending you my calculator. She'll know that it's from me."
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"Yes Sir" You respond, surprised, bowing your head and leaving the office. You decide not to fight back anymore as it might lead to Gyuvin getting into more trouble.
"Stop getting yourself into more trouble, mom is fuming right now." Hao berates his younger brother while driving.
Gyuvin's older brother had picked him up from the school grounds after their mom had received a call from the prefect, informing her of the boy's suspension.
Gyuvin stays quiet, fiddling with the action figure he had broken when he first bumped into you.
"Don't get me started with that crush you have that you got into trouble." Hao says exasperatingly, "If you can call them your crush, that is."
"What do you mean?" Gyuvin asks softly with an annoyed tone.
"First, drop that attitude, be happy that i was free enough to pick you up when mom told me to." Hao rants, "Let me ask you again Gyuvin, because it seems that you got into trouble by this one singular person."
"They didn't do anything!" Gyuvin slams the action figure down into the car seat.
Hao ignores his younger brother's behavior, "What do you like about this crush of yours, that you push yourself into so much trouble?"
"Can you shut up?" Gyuvin snarkily replies, tired of the question.
Only those who had seen him together with you would understand, or atleast his two closest friends would, he thought.
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Jeonghyeon had ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang for lunchtime, the reason being that he was going to practice basketball at the gym with the rest of the basketball team. Due to immediately leaving, the boy had forgotten his lunchbox at the classroom.
Like the good friend that Taerae was, Taerae was going to bring the forgotten lunchbox to his friend at the gym. But Taerae just had to drag you along with him. You were more than reluctant to come along as you still had to buy your own lunch at the canteen, and saw this as an event that would postpone your eating time.
"Stop complaining. I haven't eaten yet and I'm not complaining, sounds like your just a bad friend." Taerae says as the both of you walk to the gym.
"I could care less." You say, rubbing your face, "I should've just ate with Giselle and the rest."
"But I'm your favorite friend, aren't I?" Taerae pushes the gym door open upon reaching the said gym.
Stepping into the gym, you are presented with a group of twelve or so teenage boys playing basketball. The both of you move closer to the group that was playing basketball. Unfortunately, Jeonghyeon was too busy playing. It was as if Lady luck was on your side, as there were also no players on the sidelines that you could've left the lunchbox with.
"Let's just leave his lunchbox here, I'm starving." You complain, pointing to the floor Taerae was standing on with piles of clothes and belongings.
"This is actually disgusting, can't they place their things somewhere else." Taerae scrunches his face in disgust.
"Beats me, just leave it there."
"No, we will not be leaving his lunchbox on the floor. It's dirty and what if he doesn't see it?" Taerae disagrees with you.
"You're logic is dumb. Whatever, you're waiting here by yourself." You try to walk away but Taerae stops you by your collar.
"I am not waiting here alone with fifty sweaty, rowdy and annoying boys." Taerae exaggerates, stomping his foot on the floor.
Hearing a loud clack, the both of you look down to see an action figure that had a dislocated arm. It was Gyuvin's figure, he always brought it around with him, and Taerae had dislocated it with his foot.
"Ohhhh." Taerae nervously giggles
"Yeah, ohhhhh. You're actually dead." You say, squatting down to take the action figure in your hands.
Taerae seemed frightened by your words as he drops Jeonghyeon's lunchbox on your back and quickly runs away to the gym's exit.
"Talk about being a bad friend." You mutter under your breath, taking the lunchbox from your back to your lap to hide your hands that were trying to fix the dislocated figure.
"Oh hey! Look at that! It's Gyuvin's crush!" A rowdy boy playing basketball laughs loudly, pointing at your figure crouched down.
Out of all the moments any of the players could've acknowledged you when you were still with Taerae, it was now that you were all alone trying to fix Taerae's mistake.
"Hey, [name]! This one's for you!" Gyuvin shouts upon landing his eyes on you, dribbling the basketball in his hands.
Your eyes widened in horror, quickly trying to snap the figure's arm back into place. This was your worst nightmare, alone with many males that stenched of sweat and having one of those said males loudly dedicating a shot for you.
Gyuvin outstretched his arms upwards to shoot the ball in the hoop.
Gyuvin missed the shot.
All of the rowdy, smelly, sweaty, and loud teenage athletes erupted into laughter.
"[name], this one's for you!" One of the players mock Gyuvin.
Among all the teenage boys, Gyuvin laughed the hardest. He was on his knees, clutching his stomach from laughing too hard.
You couldn't help but feel absolutely humiliated. As you snap the figure's arm back into place, you stand up. Your legs felt weak, you wanted to run away and hide in embarrassment. Talk about having someone loudly dedicating a shot to you infront of adolescent boys and absolutely missing it.
The boys seemingly had stopped playing due to laughing too hard.
Jeonghyeon jogs towards you, "Hey, is that my lunchbox?"
"Yeah, Taerae was supposed to give it to you but he ran away." You say in a hushed voice, handing the lunchbox and the now fixed action figure to Jeonghyeon, "Give that to Gyuvin, Taerae accidently broke it earlier but I fixed it, so no problems now."
"Thank-" Jeonghyeon was about to thank you but you were already running away.
"Don't tell me is [name] your significant other or something?" A member from the basketball team asks Jeonghyeon, "Looks like you can't mess with [name] anymore, Gyuvin!"
"What? Are you serious?" Gyuvin asks, glaring at Jeonghyeon's back.
"What? No, they were just bringing me lunch. Let's calm down now." Jeonghyeon responds irritable, he turns his head towards Gyuvin.
"Here, [name] fixed it. They said Taerae broke it." Jeonghyeon throws the action figure towards Gyuvin, and like the true athlete that he was, Gyuvin catches it.
Gyuvin scans the figure. Sure enough, it was fixed. The figure's arm was now where it was supposed to be. Although, Gyuvin was confused, it's arm was dislocated ever since the fateful day that he fell and met you, how did Taerae break it?
"Hey Gyuvin, why do you like [name]?" Jeonghyeon asks, hugging his lunchbox.
"Yeah Gyuvin, tell us why you like [name]." Another team member snickers, not taking the question seriously.
Gyuvin stays silent, too tired to answer, scanning the figure in his hands. The boys listening in snicker and stifle their laughter.
"Whatever dude, don't mess with [name] too much."
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"Hey bro! Sorry about earlier!" Junhyeon slaps Gyuvin's back and sits next to him on the bench.
"Yeah bro, sorry." Gunwook says, bringing Gyuvin's duffle bag with him and sitting down on the other side of the bench, beside Gyuvin.
Gyuvin sits up straight from his slouched position, "Why are the both of you apologizing?"
"Oh, uh, you know for ganging up on you." Gunwook replies, taken aback by Gyuvin's formalities.
"No, I should be the one apologizing. It is my fault for having immediately acted upon my anger."
"Drop that attitude bro." Junhyeon says, worryingly looking at his friend.
"Apologies, I will try to act more mature from now on."
Gunwook nervously laughs and chucks Gyuvin's duffle bag into the latter's lap, "Here you go bro, you left it at the changing rooms. Next time, you should really fix your clothes, it's disgusting."
"Apologies again, I shall clean up after myself from now on." Gyuvin says, taking out his things to arrange them in his bag.
"Are you really fixing your things right now bro?" Junhyeon asks
"Yes, please don't wait for me. You can go ahead without me." Gyuvin continues to fix his things.
Gunwook and Junhyeon share a look of worry.
"Look bro, we're sorry, we shouldn't have ganged up on you about [name]." Gunwook breaks the silence.
Gyuvin takes out the action figure out of his bag and zips the said bag shut, after arranging everything.
"No, it's completely understandable. My actions towards [name] were immature and concerning, I'll try to make it up to them from now on." Gyuvin caresses the figure with his thumb.
"You're going to be their own one of a kind boyfriend, ah?" Gunwook motivates his friend
"I'll be a proper boyfriend."
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Ever since that day, when the boy's two closest friends had questioned his feelings for you, Gyuvin had become nothing short of a perfect student.
He had stopped being late to school, arriving almost an hour early to school. He stopped sleeping and slacking off in class, even math class, even actively participating or asking questions. He had stopped being so loud in the halls, walking at a normal pace and being aware of his surroundings. He had even started asking for extra work from teachers to boost his grades.
Suffice to say, he was a teacher's pet, well-mannered and focused on his studies that he even quit every sports team he was in to be able to study more. Even to the dismay and constant protests of his multiple team-mates about him quitting, he politely declines coming back.
It was such a sudden change that Gunwook and Junhyeon worried and started to feel guilty, did their friend change because of them? It was such a sudden change, and a big change in fact. No one would've known that Gyuvin would become a studious student, even more so quit sports.
So, the both of them had begged you to talk to Gyuvin. You were the reason why the boy got angry at the both of them and then suddenly changed afterwards.
So, here you were, sitting at a park bench on a cool Saturday afternoon. Since Gyuvin would decline any efforts Junhyeon and Gunwook made to hang out, under the pretense that he needed time to study, you were the one to ask Gyuvin out. Luckily, Gyuvin had immediately agreed to you.
"[name]" Gyuvin says breathlessly, greeting you.
"Gyuvin" You politely smile at the boy.
"I'm truly sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
"No, not much really. I just came really early, you came earlier than what we agreed to."
In all actuality, you were worried for the boy. Hearing his two closest friends tell you that he wasn't acting normally frightened you. Sure, the brunette was rowdy and had moments where you wished you never had helped him that one fateful day, but he also had moments where he tried. No one really took such an interest in you, it was charming, and the said brunette really tried his best to appease you.
"Still, I shouldn't have made you wait. That's not what a proper..." Gyuvin halts his statement.
"A proper what?" You ask, trying to not make the air awkward.
"Nevermind, I brought you flowers by the way." Gyuvin says smiling at you, giving you a small bouquet of flowers.
"You didn't have to. Thank you, it's very pretty." You smile, looking at the flowers you have received.
"Their artificial flowers too, so it won't wilt." Gyuvin chuckles lightly, "Do you like it?"
"Ofcourse I do."
Gyuvin's smile widens, "That's good. So, what would you like to do in this fine afternoon?"
"Oh, about that. Can you sit down with me?"
The brunette sits down beside you, awaiting your words.
"First off.." You chuckle, smiling and looking at Gyuvin, "What are these flowers for?"
Gyuvin seemed shocked at your question, "Well, I just thought I'd get something nice for you on our first date. Isn't that normal?
"Ah" You didn't mean to ask Gyuvin on a date, you just said that you wanted to hang out and talk. The brunette seemed to had mistook you, but you don't bring that up. Instead, you ask the always lingering question in your head, "Gyuvin?"
"Yes, [name]?" The boy looks thoughtfully at you.
"Why do you like me?" Sure, you helped him up that one time when you first met, but that really didn't explain his infatuation with you.
"I like you because you always care for me." Gyuvin says, making sure that your eyes were on him, he stares into your eyes, "Whenever I mess up. Whenever I test your patience, you always end up still trying to help me. Like when I pointed out and laughed at your booger that one time infront of tons of people, you still offered me your lunch knowing that I hadn't eaten yet."
You stare into Gyuvin, expecting more, and more did he deliver.
"I don't know why I started liking you, I probably hit my head too hard and fell in love with you at first sight when we first met. But that led me to actually fall in love with you. From trying to see you everyday, to messing up, and you cleaning up after me." Gyuvin keeps his stare on you, "That's why I like you, [name]."
Gyuvin takes a deep breath, "If you would let me, I would like to try and make you like me back, [name]. If you would let me, I will be a boyfriend that is deserving of you, [name]."
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Ever since that day, you and Gyuvin started going out together. The boy had kept his promise. Once you said yes to his proposal, the brunette gave you his undivided attention. When he was studying and you happened to ask for him, he would quickly attend to you, even after you would refuse and tell him to keep studying. He always made time for you, even when there wasn't time.
He was a picture-perfect boyfriend. Kind, patient, studious and sugar-coated his words for you.
He would be the picture-perfect boyfriend but you yet had accepted to officially put that title onto him. Much to his dismay, but he would always smile and tell you to not feel pressured to accept.
Today, Gyuvin and you were strolling during the young night. The both of you were walking with no particular destination in mind.
That was what Gyuvin thought, but you were actually leading him to a local basketball court that was free to anyone.
As the both of you reach the court, you point your finger at it, "Hey! Let's go in there!"
"Oh? You want to play basketball?"
"Yeah." You step into the empty basketball court, guessing that no one was playing this late. Gyuvin follows behind you.
You look around for any basketballs, and luckily, find a basket full of them. You take one out, "Jeonghyeon told me that you were a star player. Show me your moves!" You enthusiastically say, throwing the ball towards Gyuvin.
Gyuvin chuckles, "You've been forcing me to play sports these days. Are you into athletes, darling?"
"What about it?" You laugh
"Well, you could've just said so, love." Gyuvin chuckles, dribbling the ball you had thrown at him, "Do you want to play with me?"
"How about you show me how to play first, showcase your awesome-st moves!" You clap your hands together, sitting on the lower-staircase the court had for viewers.
"Anything for you, sweety." Gyuvin sweetly smiles at you.
The boy dribbles the ball around the court for a few minutes, doing cool tricks with the said ball along the way as you applaud. After the said few minutes, he brings the ball above his head to shoot it.
"This one's for you, [name]!"
Gyuvin shoots the shot.
You clap as Gyuvin walks closer to you and sits beside you.
"How was that for redemption?" Gyuvin laughs
"More than enough." You smile at him
"You know, don't you not like sports? I'm sure Jeonghyeon told me that." Gyuvin points out
"You know, speaking of Jeonghyeon, he told me that you played ice hockey! Why don't you show me that next time?" You try and change the subject.
"It's not good to ignore what other people say, love." Gyuvin playfully furrows his eyebrows and pouts.
"I don't like playing sports, but I like watching!" You partially lie.
"Really? Jeonghyeon said that you don't come to watch his games because you found it boring." Gyuvin asks seriously
You gulp, "I like watching you do it."
"Why?"
"Because you like it. You enjoy sports, Gyuvin. You're always happy when you play sports. Back then, you would endure handling too many sports with a smile because you liked it, you like it." You repeat your last words.
Gyuvin cups your cheek with his hand. He uses his other hand to support his body leaning into you. As his nose touched your own, you bring a hand to his shoulder to stop him.
That seemed to upset him, as silent tears started rolling down from his eyes, "Does your heart even beat for me?"
Instead of answering, you take your hand off of his shoulder and tilt your head to meet his lips in yours. You taste the bitterness of his tears.
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"Hey bro, nice game!" Gunwook congratulates Gyuvin, excitedly hugging him.
"Yeah, nice game bro! You were totally the MVP." Gyuvin hugs the other party back.
"Only because you just started practicing last week after not playing for a whole three(3) months."
"Just take the compliment bro." Gyuvin says
"Ayo! Congrats to my two bros!" Junhyeon joins the hug, "I'll let it slide that the both of you are sweaty."
Gunwook laughs, "No one asked for you to join the hug."
The three break the hug as Junhyeon fakes hurt, "How dare you!"
"It's great to have you back on the team." Yujin speaks up, eliciting a frightened screech from Junhyeon who didn't see the boy coming.
Gyuvin hugs the younger boy, Yujin, who reluctantly hugs back, "I hope that you're happy with me Yujinie."
"I am, now, stop hugging me." Yujin forcefully pushes Gyuvin off.
"Yujin, kid, stop scaring me!" Junhyeon berates the younger boy.
"Just stop being a scaredy-cat and you wouldn't have this problem." Gyuvin defends his junior.
"Hey, Gyuvin!" Jeonghyeon runs up to the said brunette.
"Yeah, dude?" Gyuvin responds
"You played awesome at soccer today. You still up for that basketball match this Friday?" Jeonghyeon asks hopefully.
"Heck yeah! Why is that even a question?" Gyuvin proclaims loudly, smacking Jeonghyeon's back, "Is [name] with you?"
Gunwook and Junhyeon wiggle their eyebrows as Jeonghyeon laughs, "Yeah, they're with Taerae right now in the stands. They actually watched the match."
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His skates clash with the ice in the ice rink of the mall. Gyuvin holds the both of your hands as he guides you in skating, "You said you wanted me to show you skating." The brunette chuckles.
"Yeah, show me skating, not you showing me how to skate." You correct the boy holding you, as your legs wobble from not being familiar with walking on ice.
"Don't worry, I got ya." Gyuvin teasingly says, letting go of your hands for a split of a second.
"Gyuvin!" You scream, grabbing onto his stomach and hugging it.
Gyuvin hugs you back and laughs menacingly. The boy laughed a little too hard as he slipped on the ice, bringing you down with him.
"Talk about being a good skater. I thought you played ice hockey!" You whine
"I'm sorry, love. No one's perfect, I guess."
"Yeah, especially you!"
"Scratch that, you're perfect." Gyuvin smiles at you, struggling to stand up on the ice with you.
"You're such a cheesy boyfriend." You tease after finally being up on your feet.
"Your own one of a kind." Gyuvin says, bringing your face closer to his.
"You are not kissing me in a mall!" You berate
"Let's get out of this rink then." The boy laughs, taking your hand and guiding you to the rink's exit.
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That's the end of that. I'm sorry if that was actual dog shit 😔 (No offense to Eumppappa, I literally did not mention the dog at all in the story). I'll write a Sung Hanbin×reader story fiction next, I promise that that wont be a High School AU anymore. Sorry if I just wasted your time and thank you for reading.
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HOLY MOLY! — zb1
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↳ pairing: ot9!zb1 x gn!reader
↳ warnings: they are whipped.. i didnt want to use a faceclaim pic bc i didnt want to limit it to a race yk or specific look so i just used a black screen <3
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NEW YEARS KISS
“your best friend decides to volunteer when you complain about not having anyone to kiss on new year’s eve!”
pairing: bff!gyuvin x gn!reader
genre: fluff!!, friends to lovers!!
warnings: reader is somewhat of a romantic (?), reader is also said to be a little inexperienced in terms of dating!!, a little (implied?) jealousy from gyuvin, seunghan cameo (1. FREE HIM!! HE DID NOTHING!! 2. he was the first non-jebi guy i thought of <3), they’re cute <3, this is nawt my best work i literally wrote this on new year’s eve while with my family 😭
notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY POOKIES!! i hope all of you have an amazing, healthy and happy 2024 🥹🫶🏻 may all your goals come to fruition!! also, i’m very excited for a new year with my jebis, may they continue to thrive and be as happy as they can be <3 also, hope wakeone burns down xoxo MWAH LOVE U ALL <33 ALSO!! i picked gyuvin for this bc some knetz are pissing me off currently with their stupid hate for gyuvin, so i decided to write this bc i LOVE KIM GYUVIN!! IF YOU DONT MAY GOD STRIKE YOU DOWN
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you don’t mind being single, really. it’s not really the ‘being single’ part that makes you feel weird, but rather just…not getting to have the same experiences as your friends. always having to sit and nod along when they talk about a date they went on, or how they celebrated a holiday with their partner. it’s exhausting being surrounded by couples all the time. they’re all your friends and you’re happy for them, but when it comes to events like this, you really wish you’d have more single friends.
new year’s eve is supposed to be fun, filled with laughter and loud excitement for the coming year — it is all that, but it’s also you watching your friends huddle together once the countdown to midnight starts, sharing sweet nothings before celebrating the new year with a sickeningly sweet new years kiss.
all while you kind of just stand there, celebrating the arrival of yet another year on your own. for those few lips-locking seconds, at least. is it a little silly to feel left out? of course, but is it really that absurd to want to experience a new years kiss just like everyone else? well, you don’t think so. gyuvin, your best friend, sees things a little differently, though.
“it’s so stupid, i don’t get why you’re so hung up on it,” gyuvin huffs past his snacking on some chips, throwing you a sideways glance. “just think about it, most of them have a different new year’s kiss every year. does that seem like something you want?” you roll your eyes, snatching the bag of chips from his hands. “you don’t get it,” you stuff a handful of chips into your mouth, “it’s romantic. it’s like saying ‘i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you.’ you’re not romantic enough for this.”
gyuvin just gives you a skeptic look, turning his attention back to the drama playing on your tv. it’s silent for a while, both of you a little lost in your respective thoughts until gyuvin quietly speaks up, “does it really bother you? that you don’t have someone to….” he trails off, voice a little unsure. his voice is sincere and doesn’t have the teasing tone it had earlier so you’re a little caught off guard.
you clear your throat, answering in an equally small voice, “well…yeah, kinda? i don’t know. i just think it would be…nice, for a change, you know? i want to experience stuff like that too, instead of just always watching from the sidelines.” gyuvin nods, seemingly understanding where you’re coming from, and that was that. for now, at least.
you didn’t think much of that little one off conversation, neither of you bringing it up again in the weeks that followed. though, unbeknownst to you, that seemingly unimportant conversation kept knocking at the back of gyuvin’s mind every single day. he thought about it an embarrassing amount, really. he kept telling himself that it was because he thought you were being silly, and all those times he thought about being the one giving you your new year’s kiss were definitely nothing more than fleeting, stupid thoughts. nothing more.
which is why gyuvin is so conflicted when he walks through the door of your little friend group get together on new year’s eve, bags of snacks in hand, only to see you laughing with a guy he hasn’t seen before. there’s an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his chest and he almost involuntarily thinks back to your conversation, to the fact that you really want to kiss someone once the clock strikes midnight — and it starts to mess with his head.
he’s quickly roped into a conversation with ricky and some of his other friends, though his eye seem to be glued to you instead of the people talking to him right in front of him; his eyes drifting back to you giggling along to whatever that strange guy was talking about every few minutes, the unsettled feeling in his chest spreading all over his body. “are you even listening?” gyuvin’s attention is ripped away from staring holes in that guys head when ricky addresses him directly, ricky’s hand on his shoulder bringing him back to reality.
“yeah, sorry.” the smile on gyuvin’s face is tight, ricky glancing to where you’re still speaking to the guy and it all makes sense to him. he sends gyuvin a sympathetic look and tries to keep up the conversation, though it’s clear gyuvin’s mind is entirely preoccupied.
when the calls for new snacks start, gyuvin immediately volunteers to filling the bowls back up in the kitchen, if only to avoid his eyes from drifting back to you and the guy — whose name is seunghan, he learned — and in turn dampening his mood even further. today is supposed to be fun, why is he moping around like this?
“what did the chips do to you? you’re practically glaring ar them,” gyuvin’s head whips around at your voice, the playful smile on your face lifting some of the heaviness in his chest when he sees you standing in the doorway.
“oh, hey.” gyuvin gives you a small smile and goes back to his snack duties while trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “who’s the guy you’ve been talking to? you bring him along?”
shaking your head you reach over to steal a handful of cheese puffs gyuvin had just emptied into a bowl, “not me, but ahrin. his name is seunghan and she has her eye on him,” you mumble, “he’s funny and they both seem to like each other.” gyuvin nods, hand absentmindedly playing with his sleeves, “you think she’ll go for the new years kiss with him?” gyuvin asks, and you can tell he regrets the question as soon as he asked it.
you just shrug silently, the sudden mention of the kiss rendering you a little speechless. “ and you? you got anyone to kiss this year?” gyuvin says in an overly sarcastic tone, seemingly in an effort to loosen the tension a little. you snort at that, “ha ha, very funny. leave me and my romantic aspirations alone,” the lightheartedness in your voice makes gyuvin relax a little, and just when he’s about to speak, someone bangs against the kitchen door, demanding your attention.
“c’mon you two, we’re playing some games,” matthew calls before rushing back to the living room. you and gyuvin share a short glance before loading up on all the snacks and following suit, excited for the mess that is most definitely about to ensue.
two screaming matches, one round of (rigged, according to hao) just dance, three bowls of snacks and dozens of tears spilt through laughter later and the almost dreaded countdown to midnight is inching closer. the couples are slowly starting to separate from the group again, looking for an area that is less crowded and a little more romantic. your high mood is slowly starting to go down, the feeling of once again being the third wheel, in a way, accompanied by this off-putting feeling of loneliness in a room full of your friends bringing the self-doubt at the back of your mind to the forefront again.
gyuvin plops down next to you, stretching his long limbs with a groan, “god i hate sitting on the floor,” he looks around, the amount of couples in your friend group only now really hitting him, “damn, is that kiss really that important?” it was a rhetorical question, really, and he was speaking to himself more than anything, yet you turn to scowl at him.
you open your mouth to go on a rant about the lack of romance in gyuvin’s mindset when he suddenly turns to you, cheeks a little flushed but eyes filled with determination, “i’ll do it.”
you blink at him, “huh? do what?” gyuvin swallows, “kiss you. give you the new years kiss you want.” it takes a second for his words to register, before you splutter at him incredulously, “what— gyuvin why would we—“
“okay, time for the countdown! ten!” you hear from the other side of the room, and panic starts to fill gyuvin’s expression. “because i want to. i’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it, and—“
“seven!”
“you said it was like saying that i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you, right?” his eyes search for yours, his pupils shaking and you nod, still a little stunned.
“four!”
“that’s exactly i want to tell you. so please—“
“three!”
“i want to be the one to give you your new years kiss. if you want—“
“two!”
and then, it happens. you grab his face and pull him close, hesitation for just a millisecond before your lips meet right as it reaches midnight. the fireworks outside colouring the sky feel almost pathetic in comparison to the burst of emotions exploding in your chest, it’s warm and fuzzy and just feels so right.
both of your faces are flushed bright red as your lips separate, but neither of you can keep from biting back the goofy smiles spreading on your faces. before you can even begin to think of something to say gyuvin leans back in, pressing another kiss to your lips.
and another. and another…and another.
you only separate for good when your giggles break through the kiss, gyuvin’s hands cupping your face, “i’d say that was a pretty good start into the new year, no?”
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moments that makes everyone think you're dating (zb1).....₊˚⊹♡
genre: fluff/comedy
pairing: reader (mostly gn) x zerobaseone
about/tags: you're not dating, but everyone seems to think you are? hmm i wonder why?
just cute things hehe...
⠀⠀♡ kim jiwoong ♡ ⠀⠀
for some reason, you are always invited to movie night at the dorms
the boys initially teased jiwoong, but you cleared the air and told everyone that you were just childhood friends and you've never dated
the boys reluctantly accept the story
but your legs are always intertwined at the couch, and your head is always finding comfort on his chest, and his arms are always draped around your figure
members are dumbfounded, confused, then disgusted. friends??? always holding each other like that??? in front of us????
taerae who was getting popcorn, throws a singular piece to the both of you after he sees jiwoong nuzzling his nose into your hair
"the both of you...get a room please we're trying to enjoy the movie"
"you're just jealous taerae" you snipe back, throwing back the popcorn piece
jiwoong giggles and says "taerae-ya if you wanted to be cuddled you could have just said so"
everyone in the room is laughing except for taerae
⠀⠀ ♡ zhang hao ♡ ⠀⠀
you're his lockscreen in one of his many phones
when members would ask who that is – gyuvin, ricky, and yujin (the ones that have known hao the longest) would snicker and giggle, egging the question on and insinuating that you're hao's significant other
"oh, that's y/n. my best friend from when I was in school"
"best friend huuuhhh" gyuvin teases, raising his eyebrows up and down
hao throws a pillow at gyuvin to get him to shut up
one time, ricky caught hao going through your old pictures together and compiling it for a sweet birthday message he was gonna send to you
best believe that ricky immediately informed gyuvin and yujin about what he was doing and he got teased relentlessly that day
the 3 other yuehuaz end up gossiping to the rest of the members that they have in fact, met you in person and that you are in fact, insanely gorgeous that hao is out of your league and that in fact, gyuvin said he found you stunning and hao in fact, gave gyuvin the silent treatment for 2 weeks.
⠀⠀ ♡ sung hanbin ♡ ⠀⠀
hanbin asks for your help often to meal prep and cook at the dorms with him – it's mostly stuff that can be frozen and reheated for the week so that the boys have healthy homecooked meals to enjoy
it's grossly domestic, you'd think the both of you were in a long term relationship
sometimes, the members catch you feeding each other
hanbin would blow gently on the spoon before catching your attention by tilting your chin upwards, "how does this taste?"
he brings the spoon to your mouth and he beams when you smile and give him a thumbs up
in the summer, the kitchen gets too hot so you find yourself dabbing at hanbin's forehead sweat while he stirs the sauce
he shoots you a grateful smile, cheek dimples on display
"god, are you two married or what?" jiwoong grumbles as he passes by
you two just chuckle
⠀⠀ ♡ seok matthew ♡ ⠀⠀
you're his gym buddy and actually no one knows that you exist up until a few members started asking matthew if they could join him at the gym
you always greet matt so cheerfully, giving him a hello hug (you're both foreigners)
every time you finish a set you guys high five one another, and if you lack motivation he'll say something like: "one more set and i'll give you a reward"
"oh yeah like what, matt?"
"guess you'll have to finish up and see" 😉
harmless flirting is an effective motivational tool for the both of you
the rewards range from: a pre-workout smoothie treat or a signed photocard of himself haha
gunwook and jiwoong once caught matt staring at your ass :D not his fault your ass so fat :D
so it comes as a shock to gunwook when he hears you answering a phone call from your boyfriend, right after the three of you finished a circuit
when you leave, gunwook turns to matthew and says "she has a boyfriend? i thought you were the boyfriend!"
matthew has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face and says "nah we're just friends" and takes a sip of his water
⠀⠀ ♡ kim taerae ♡ ⠀⠀
he's like your driver, and you're the ultimate passenger princess/prince
taerae rushes out of practice the moment it's over "sorry guys gotta go, y/n is waiting for me to pick them up from school"
matthew calls taerae out for being a simp, while hanbin scolds matthew to leave the loverboy alone :(
taerae has no time to correct hanbin and just rushes out of there
he doesn't like making you wait after all!!
whenever it starts to rain too, he would leave the dorms telling members he's running an errand, when everyone knows he's just going to where you are so you don't have to commute in the rain
one time, taerae and hao were out to run an ACTUAL errand when you called him in a panic to ask if he was in the area – you were drenched in the rain and your phone was about to die
taerae of course, said he would come get you :) he also made hao move to the backseat so you could be right next to him :)
⠀⠀♡ ricky ♡ ⠀⠀
he's always on his damn phone, grinning from ear to ear or giggling to himself
when members ask him what's so funny, his face goes back to neutral and says "nothing"
the members don't know who he's texting and facetiming
while you were talking on facetime, ricky left his phone on the kitchen counter so he could make himself some food, and gyuvin took this as an opportunity to snatch his phone to figure out who you were
gyuvin was so quick, ricky didn't even realize it happened
gyuvin brought the phone to gunwook's room where they eagerly said hi and introduced themselves, then continued to ask you a bunch of questions like "how did you meet?" "how long have you been dating?" "what do you like best about ricky?"
i mean, you could answer all the questions but you had no time to – as ricky busted the door open and snatched the phone back
"sorry about that y/n, my members obviously don't have any common courtesy"
"haha it's fine ricky, they're very cute"
"cute??? cute you find them cute???" ricky sounds offended as he walks away from the two other members, shooting them a look and faking a punch
⠀⠀♡ kim gyuvin ♡ ⠀⠀
any free time he gets, he visits home so he can spend time with eumppappa
both you and gyuvin were the dog sitters and dog walkers for your building before he debuted
but he's getting a little busier nowadays, and his visits to his family home have been less frequent
you decide you'd walk eumppappa and your dog aiki to gyuvin's dorm for a quick visit, which has then become weekly tradition
the members just assume you're his significant other with how often you visit with his dog
that, and the fact that gyuvin refers to you as "eumppappa's eomma" and you refer to gyuvin as "aiki's appa"
the members don't know it's because you bought the dogs together
whatever tho, everyone thinks it's so cute
⠀⠀♡ park gunwook ♡ ⠀⠀
he's inserting you in the conversation any chance he gets
like when the boys are just playing overwatch or league of legends gunwook goes "ahhh i should invite y/n to play"
or when gunwook is trying food from a new restaurant he would excitedly take a picture and say "y/n would like this i should send some to her"
or when he's out shopping he would say "this would look so great on y/n"
or when he's helping yujin with school and he surprisingly doesn't know the answer, he says "y/n would know this, hold on let me ask"
again, every chance he gets. your name is mentioned. he's like an excited little puppy when your name gets mentioned by other people too
example, "gunwook i got ice cream - maybe you can share with y/n" and then he's bolting to his phone asking you to come over
the older members thinks it's adorable, how much he likes you
and when you actually meet the members clad in gunwook's sweater they all come to the conclusion you feel the same way for him
A/N: i missed writing and being delulu
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⸝⸝ ꒰ 𝟏𝟏 : 𝟏𝟏 ꒱
highschool!gyuvin x fem!reader 、masterlist
book one 【 star-crossed 】
SYNOPSIS -͟͟͞☆
gyuvin tells himself that he’ll be okay, and losing friends is a part of growing up. he firmly believes that having to move schools in a different city was the universe telling him to try again. he then meets you, and he hates you. he knows he should be thankful that you saved his life, but every time he sees you, he gets annoyed.
GENRE -͟͟͞☆
social media au, fluff, enemies to lovers, comedy (attempted 😿), angst, sfw, maybe slow burn, pining
FEATURING -͟͟͞☆
zb1’s gyuvin hanbin ricky gunwook yujin matthew, riize’s jung sungchan, aespa’s ningning winter karina, boys’ planet’s jeonghyeon kamden
WARNINGS -͟͟͞☆
profanities, kys jokes, kms jokes, substances abuse, drug abuse, underage drinking/smoking, mental illness jokes, etc. warnings will be stated in each chapters!
PROFILES -͟͟͞☆
y/n’s friends
gyuvin’s friends
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━━❝ TABLE OF CONTENT ❞
000. 18:57
001. 03:02
002. 07:31
003. 08:12
004. 09:42
005. 19:56
006. 16:33
007. 03:41
008. 23:44
009. 21:37
010. 20:10
011. 11:13
012. 00:38
013. 14:09
014. 15:57
015. 18:21
016. 21:45
017. 17:02
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nsfw fake moans audio
₊˚⊹⋆ zb1 kim gyuvin
₊˚⊹⋆ genre / cw : smut, nsfw audio, moans.
despite you being in the other room, gyuvin couldn’t help but touch himself at the thought of you. he couldn’t resist doing it because of how you acted around him, you kept flirting and touching him subtly despite one of the members being your brother. gyuvin thought it was immoral to do so but your touches made it so difficult for him.
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Two For One
Summary: Why have just one when you could have both?
Word Count: 8.6k
Pairing: Ricky x Gyuvin x Reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Marking/Biting Kink, Size Kink, Possessiveness, Ownership Kink, Daddy Kink, Threesome
Bouncing on your heels, you wait at the front door of your friends’ apartment after knocking only a minute ago. You have arrived later than you had planned, and momentarily feel anxious that he may have forgotten your pre-organised visit. You raise your hand to knock again, but just before your fist hits the hardwood, the door swings open and you are greeted with the most breathtaking smile.
“Hi, doll!” Gyuvin smiles, that nickname drives you mental, “I wasn’t expecting you!”
Kim Gyuvin. You are friends with him too, but it wasn’t him that you were planning to visit, but his roommate.
“Gyuvin-oppa,” You beam back at him, “I’d come to see Ricky-gē, is he here?”
Gyuvin rolls his eyes at you, playfully laughing it off with a jokingly toned “What, are you not happy to see me?”
You stare at him with your cutest pout and scowl combination, knowing how easily he folds when you put it on, and that he does, as expected.
“Ricky had a last minute schedule,” Gyuvin explains, as he steps back to allow you space to enter the apartment, “He will be back in a couple of hours if you wanted to wait? I was just about to put on a movie.”
You simply smile with a nod, bowing your head slightly as you follow him inside, “That sounds nice,” You hum, “What were you going to watch?”
Gyuvin grins at you cheekily, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his head tilted slightly to the left, and you suddenly fear what you have set yourself up for. It better not be some rom-com, Gyuvin knows that you hate those, or at least, hate watching them with other people because you don’t want them to see you cry.
“Just some found-footage horror I saw while scrolling Netflix,” He replies, “Are you in?”
It has been too long since you watched a horror, they don’t particularly shake you, in the sense of thinking about them afterward, losing sleep etc, but you are easy to jump, quick to frighten, and you already anticipate how much Gyuvin is going to tease you for it the entire film.
“Of course,” You reply defiantly, “I’m not afraid.”
Gyuvin laughs as he closes the door behind you, taking his arm over your shoulders, he leads you down the hall towards his bedroom. It is not the first time that you two have watched something together, just the two of you, having been friends for a while now, it isn’t weird or uncomfortable to either of you, to get comfortable in his bed, sitting up with your backs against the wall, waiting for the opening credits to begin.
Barely ten minutes in, and a sudden jump has you screaming in fright, and sends Gyuvin into a fit of laughter, as you instinctively curl into him to protect yourself from the demon in the movie. Although he laughs, Gyuvin holds you close to him, his warmth reminding you that there is nothing to be afraid of. You breathe him in for a moment before lifting your head to watch the movie again, but this time you don’t move away from your position in his arms.
Your relationship with Gyuvin is strange, but not dissimilar to yours with Ricky too. Nothing has ever happened between you, but there has always been an inkling of desire, an unspoken, un… acted upon, attraction. You are reminded of this as you cuddle up close to him, but you don’t say a word, pretending to ignore the way that your heartbeat speeds up as your head rests against his shoulder.
“Are you sure you aren’t too scared?” He teases you, ten minutes later when you scream again, this time burying your face in his chest, “Do you want me to turn it off?”
You shake your head, but don’t look up at first, not until he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to make eye contact. No longer afraid, the second that you look into his eyes, but your heart races for a whole other reason.
Before you have a chance to speak, he kisses you, and you kiss him back as if it were second nature. Desire burns in you, as his stupidly large and masculine hand cups your cheek, the other holds you by the waist, fingertips digging in hard enough to make you gasp, giving him the freedom to taste you, his tongue practically half-way down your throat. It is messy, hot, and desperate, your fingers tangling in his hair as you try to get even closer.
He guides you onto your back, and you are suddenly reminded of just how much bigger he is than you, as he fits between your legs, and you cross your ankles behind his knees.
“Babydoll,” He murmurs breathlessly, leaning back just to look at you, “You’re just so little.”
You realise from his tone, and from the darkness in his eyes that you have never seen before, that he likes that, a lot, and so do you. You feel powerless in a way that sends heat surging to your core, a pathetic whimper escaping you instead of words, as he leans down to kiss you again. This time is even hotter, the hand on your cheek now moves to your throat, and the one on your waist is now under your shirt. The skirt you are wearing has ridden up, your legs fully exposed, wrapped tightly around him as he grinds into you.
He pulls you up by your neck, to the point that you can’t breathe, but he lets go so that he can pull your shirt up over your head, and allows you to take his top off too. You don’t have time to think about whether you have seen him shirtless before, but if you had, it was never this close up, and holy fuck, he is unreal. His proportions are insane, so tall, lean and lanky, your hands are all over him as he pushes you down again and he leans in to kiss your neck.
You throw your head back into the pillow, arching your spine with a pitiful moan as he bites down, right up close to your ear. Your nails drag down his back as he makes quick work to mark you, leaving bright red indents all the way down to your shoulder, and slowly across your chest. He slips a hand under you, unfastening your bra with nimble fingers, pulling the item off you so that he can then focus attention on your breasts. His hands dwarf every part of you, and it is driving you both crazy.
“Oppa~” You cry as he sucks a mark onto your breast, “Fuck… more, I want more.”
Gyuvin chuckles before sinking his teeth into you again, “Patience, doll… you’ll get your fix, I promise.”
You whine, whimper and moan as he makes a mess of you, until he too can’t take anymore, the bulge in his pants too much to handle, and from the outline alone, you wonder if it will be too much for you, too.
Gyuvin catches you staring, and he moves up so that you can feel his hardness against your inner thigh, it is enough to get you dripping.
“You’re so big, oppa,” You pout at him, eyes wide and innocent, “Are you going to break me?”
He bites his lip, momentarily trying to hold himself back, though the temptation is too strong, you have him so close without doing anything more than putting on a little aegyo. Gyuvin is almost embarrassed about how badly you have him worked up, but when he reaches down to remove your skirt and panties and sees just how fucking wet you are, that feeling completely disappears.
“I fear I might, babydoll,” He smirks as he leans back to pull his pants down, his underwear coming off with it, “I will at least try to be gentle.”
Your jaw drops when you see what you are up against. His cock is bigger than any you have seen, thick and veiny, the length damn near comparative to your forearm, and your mouth salivates at the sight. It is going to hurt, of that you are most certain, but you want it, more than anything right now.
Both fully naked, the make out session grows hotter, with Gyuvin’s hand between your legs, toying at your entrance, the tips of his fingers slicked and he hasn’t even entered you yet.
“Already so wet?” He teases, “You make this so easy for me.”
You haven’t processed the implication of his words before he enters you with both his middle and index fingers. Long, slender, and he curves them at just the right angle to have you cry out. You grip tightly to him, whining into the kiss as you get used to the initial stretch, trying to prepare you for what is to come when his cock will be inside of you instead.
“You just turn me on so much, oppa,” You mumble when he pulls back to stare at you, scissoring his fingers to get you wetter, “Covered in your marks, so little under you, do you like it too?”
Your words awaken something in him, an animalistic demeanour that has him pull his fingers out of you, only to thrust straight in with his cock instead, as deep as he can fit, hitting your cervix and causing you to scream.
He holds still for a moment, your breathing is staggered as he leans back again to take in the sight of you, tears in your eyes as you beg your body to adjust to the sheer size of him. You have definitely never taken a cock this big, and when you glance down you see that there is still so much of him that hasn’t even entered you.
“Breathe for me, little one,” He soothes you, gently caressing your lower stomach, your hips, and down to your thighs, “Relax, it’s okay.”
You nod, gulping before you try to steady your breathing, assuring yourself that it feels good to be filled like this, although you can’t really think straight. He pulls out slowly, before thrusting into you again, and this time you see stars as he fills you up once more, his gaze never leaving yours, inspecting you, making sure that you are okay, and that you know he is holding back.
“Harder, oppa,” You whine, impatient and needy despite the burning sting, “You don’t have to be so gentle.”
He moans low in his chest as he finds a steady rhythm, one hand on your shoulder to hold you still as each thrust threatens to push you further up the bed, his other hand is balled in a fist in your hair at the base of your scalp. He leans down to kiss you again, biting at your bottom lip as your moans escalate in volume and intensity.
Gyuvin kisses along your jawline, and tugs your hair to tilt your head back to give him access to your neck. He begins marking you again, feverishly claiming and defiling you, as he continues to fuck you with a desire that is almost indescribable.
You are malleable for him, so easy to manoeuvre, he rolls over onto his back, and brings you up on top of him. He doesn’t pull out for a second, keeping you full, and him deep, as he thrusts in from under you, and you press your forehead to his as pleasure washes over you with your first orgasm, coming swiftly and without warning, you shake in his arms, cunt clenching as his moans get louder to match.
“God, just look at you,” He groans, guiding you to sit up, knees either side of his hips, “Such a good little fuck toy, so much fun to play with.”
He moves his hands to your hips to keep you stable, and finds he can reach around completely to touch his fingertips together, his hands splayed across you only feeding into his kink further. He helps you bounce on his cock, your breath catching in your throat with strangled moans each time that you take him in, and Gyuvin stares intently at the inches of his cock that don’t fit even when you can’t go down anymore.
“Feels so good,” You stutter, “You’re so strong, oppa, love it when you fuck me like this, do you like it too?”
You rest your hands on his shoulders, leaning forward a bit so that you can ride him better. This new angle has your legs shaking almost instantly, orgasm nearing much faster than you had expected. Your eyes well with tears as you try to hold it back, wanting to wait until Gyuvin is ready this time, wanting to cum when he does.
“I love it, babydoll,” He replies, “I’m close, are you going to cum again for me, too?”
Nodding furiously, your body begins to seize, answering for you without words. Your orgasm tears through you with twice the intensity of the last, as Gyuvin fucks you harder through it, though his rhythm falters as his cock twitches, his own release following just moments after yours. He fills you with his seed, the warm sensation noticeable as the last few thrusts have him leaking out of you, too full to take in anymore.
As he slows down, you collapse forward so that your head rests on his chest up by his collarbone. Your breathing is heavy and laboured, your head spinning as you try to calm down after the most intense sex you have had since you can remember. Gyuvin kisses your forehead, carding his fingers through your messy hair as he too tries to catch his breath, though he is not quite ready to pull out just yet.
“Holy shit,” He breathes, “That was incredible.”
You look up at him, eyes glassy, glazed over with the remnants of the orgasm euphoria, “So fucking good.”
Gyuvin gently guides you off him, chuckling as you whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling barren and empty without his giant cock plugging you up. You feel his cum dripping from you, but couldn’t care less about making a mess of his bed, that is the least of your worries.
“I need to shower,” He sighs, “I have to leave… like really soon, for my own schedule.”
You are reminded in that moment, of why you were there in the first place. To see Ricky, who is currently out, but surely will return soon, and you are thankful that he didn’t come home any earlier.
Gyuvin kisses you again before he gets up, and you roll over onto your back, splayed out on the bed as you listen to the water running in the shower in the next room. You wait a few minutes before getting up too, and you gather your clothes before heading to the main bathroom down the hall. You feel his cum dripping down your legs, and it makes you whimper, speeding your steps up to make it to the bathroom without leaving a mess behind.
You clean yourself to the best of your ability, but your hair is still a mess, at least to your usual standard, and the hickeys on your neck are still visible despite every attempt to cover them. You leave the bathroom just as Gyuvin walks out into the hall, striding up to you in only a few steps, with those crazy-long legs of his. He wraps his arms over your shoulders and pulls you close to him, kissing you on the forehead once before letting you go.
“That was fun,” He chuckles, “I’ve gotta go, but I might still see you when I get back?”
You giggle at the implication, unsurprised that he is insatiable, “I’ll see you then.”
You walk with Gyuvin to the door to see him off, before retreating to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. It won’t be long now until Ricky is back, and you start to feel a little nervous. You aren’t sure that you want him to know that you just had sex with Gyuvin, but you can’t quite pinpoint just one reason as to why that is.
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Leaning back against the kitchen counter for some time, you hear the front door open, and giggle to yourself as you picture the two men passing each other on the road as one leaves and the other returns.
“Gēgē!” You call out, your voice whiny and cute just for him as you leave the kitchen and head out to the hallway, “I missed you!”
Ricky rolls his eyes, but quickly joins you, picking you up off the floor and spinning you around before placing you back down onto your feet. You gaze up at him, admiring his features, happy to be with him again. It’s not like you haven’t spoken, but a few weeks have passed since you saw him in the flesh, and you are usually inseparable best friends, so this is nice.
“I missed you, xiaomei,” He replies, his voice deep and sultry, hoarse from what you assume must have been a singing schedule, “Come around more often, okay? Don’t make me wait so long.”
“I’m sorry,” You pout at him as he tucks your hair behind your ear, “Work has been crazy, our schedules always clash.”
Ricky’s gaze narrows in, and you instantly realise what he is seeing. Red marks litter your neck, and you quickly try to readjust your hair to hide it.
“What do you want to do?” You ask in an attempt to distract him, “You’re surely tired, right?”
“A little,” He replies, as he links his arm with yours, “Should we go back to watching that weird anime we started last time you were here?”
You walk together to his bedroom, with you leaning into him a little for support, emotional more than physical, though it is a little hard to walk. Ricky puts the pillows up against the wall and gestures to you to join him while he turns the TV on and scrolls through a couple of menu screens before finding the show that you had begun to watch a little while back.
Tucked under his arm, you make yourself comfortable as the opening credits roll. You rest your hand on his chest as he absentmindedly plays with your hair. It’s nice like this, but you find your thoughts drifting to where you were only an hour or so ago. Ricky’s hands, even bigger than Gyuvin’s, are making you feel a way that you have not felt for him before, but you try to keep your cool, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, nothing has ever happened between you, and you don’t know whether he would even want to anyway.
You glance up at him to see that he is already staring at you, and that feeling in the pit of your stomach stirs as a result of how piercing his gaze is.
“Everything okay, gē?” You ask him, “You’re not watching?”
Ricky takes a moment to respond, and you become hyper aware of your neck, the fact that he has brushed your hair off it, leaving the skin, and all the marks you so recently obtained, exposed.
“What did you do with Gyuvin?” He asks, his tone is neutral, but you know him well enough to understand the meaning, “You were here a while with him, correct?”
You begin to fluster, you are an awful liar, and you don’t want to lie to your best friend. You also worry about judgement, you don’t want him to think badly of you for what you consensually did.
“I… we… um,” You stutter, confidence falling as you know there is no way out of this, “We… watched a movie.”
You don’t convince him, that is obvious with the way that his fingers trail down your cheek and to your neck, fingertips grazing over the hickey closest to your ear, and then further down. Your skin raises in tiny goosebumps, and you feel your cheeks burning red, flushed and embarrassed to be caught out this way.
“He fucked you, didn’t he?” Ricky presses for an answer, “Don’t lie to me.”
This should be the time for you to stand up for yourself, because you can do what you want, or who you want, but the way that Ricky continues to stare has you backing down so damn easy.
“I mean…” You start, but falter again, “We did, but…”
Ricky draws in a breath sharply, his hand stopping at your shoulder, grip slowly closing to keep you there, although you had not tried to escape, nor were you really planning to. You watch as he processes the concept of you and his roommate, his other best friend, having sex, and you fear for the worst.
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” He replies, “But you should know better.”
His answer confuses you, and it is written all over your face, so you reply, “Know better about what?”
Ricky smirks just slightly, his eyes darkening before he opens his mouth, “You’re mine, kitten, and I don’t want to share.”
Your jaw drops, unsure if you heard him right, and so very stuck on the name that he called you. Kitten. The way that it makes you feel has your eyes glazing over, way ahead of yourself without even being certain that Ricky is insinuating what you hope for.
“Am I?” You ask innocently, sure that this will give you the answer you are searching for, “I didn’t know, you haven’t made me yours yet, have you?”
He moves closer to you, as if there was much space between you in the first place. You feel his breath, hot on your lips and it sends you spiralling.
“All mine,” He tells you, his tone darker than before, threatening, “I’m gonna make sure that you don’t forget it either.”
Your breath hitches as he kisses you, his kisses are harder, much more charged than Gyuvin’s were, though by the second kiss you stop comparing, your entire being now completely focused on and taken over by Ricky instead.
You are powerless under his hold, body moulding to him effortlessly, already so used to being close, and finding it even easier to be closer. He may well be the best kisser you have ever kissed, your entire body reacting as he licks into your mouth, fuck, you already want more.
His hand instinctively finds its way to your throat, gripping with light pressure in more of a warning than anything else, reminding you not to fight back or try to flee, as your fingers tangle in his hair and you wrap a leg over his.
“I’m sorry,” You mumble, as he nips your bottom lip and your mouth falls open, “I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
He pulls you on top of him, his stare burning deep into your soul, “I’m sure you will, kitten,” He replies, “I know you’ll be good for me, as long as you do what I say.”
You involuntarily whimper as he tugs you down to kiss him again, his hand remaining clasped around your neck, keeping your breathing shallow as he kisses you over and over again. Your hands trail down his chest, feeling his muscles, lean, but defined, clear evidence of how well looked after he is. It’s hot, the tension between you is too much to bear, you are falling and fast.
“I’ll be good,” You manage to choke out, as Ricky’s free hand starts to tug your shirt upwards, “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Ricky smirks at you, and you wonder whether you are going to regret giving him that freedom. You don’t have long to ponder this though, as he lets go of your throat, allowing you to breathe in deeper.
“Strip for me,” He orders, putting his hands behind his head, “I want to see all of you, and then you can undress me too.”
You feel self-conscious, though Ricky has seen you in your swimwear before, fully naked is a whole new level. You feel inferior in comparison to him, his visuals are so breathtaking, though by the way that he looks at you, it is clear that he thinks the world of you too.
To begin undressing you sit back on your knees and slowly pull your shirt up over your head, maintaining eye contact as much as you can. It feels so impure, removing each item of clothing until you are totally bare, marks littering your skin from the encounter you had earlier, and holy fuck you can tell how much Ricky doesn’t like that.
“Gēgē,” You whine, as he holds your wrists to stop you from covering yourself up, “Want to see you too…”
He moves to sit up himself, though you are resting on his thighs, and he directs your hands to take the hem of his shirt, fists balling in the material before you tug upwards, revealing that sculpted chest of his, skin like porcelain, not a single mark or blemish to be found other than a few tiny little moles, each like the lucky stars that you see in the sky living in the city, rare but existent, and so very special.
“Is that better, kitten?” He teases you, catching you staring, “I’m still half-dressed.”
You catch the indication behind his words, and shuffle back to give yourself room to work at his jeans, fingers nimble and quick with the button and fly, grateful as he lifts his hips up for you to tear the denim down his long legs. Now in only black Versace underwear, you feel inferior again, although your black lace set is nice, it is definitely not designer.
“Much better, gē,” You nod, “You’re so…”
Trailing off as you scan his body, well aware of how much he enjoys being praised, having no problems with admiring him, it is so easy when he just looks like that.
“Handsome?” He chuckles, as he pulls you down to kiss him again, fingers knotted in your hair.
“Fēicháng shuài,” You reply, with the limited Mandarin that you have picked up from his incessant need to teach you, repeating it again in English, “So handsome.”
His free hand snakes around to your back, effortlessly unclasping your bra with two fingers, fuck that was hot, before pulling it from you, and proceeding to grab at your chest instead. You moan into his mouth, hot and heavy as you feel him begin to harden under you, shit, are you wet already too?
“Pay attention to only me,” He murmurs, pinching one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, “I don’t want you looking at anyone else.”
He grinds up into you, yep, you’re definitely wet, and you gasp at how worked up he has you, “I won’t, gē,” You obey him, “Only you, I promise, only you.”
You cry out in shock as he quickly flips you over onto your back, climbing on top of you, he pauses momentarily to tear your panties down, “I don’t want to wait,” He purrs, “I need to claim you.”
His erection is so obvious to you now, thick and long, even through his black underwear the veins are evident, Jesus, is there anything about him that isn’t perfect? You watch in awe as he tugs his own briefs down, giving you a much better view of the cock that will be inside you in the coming moments. Not quite as thick as Gyuvin’s, but his length definitely competes, his cock curves just slightly upwards, and your eyes roll back a little as you begin to imagine just where he will hit you inside.
Before you get too far ahead of yourself, Ricky leans in to kiss your neck, biting gently at the marks left behind by his friend, deep guttural growls escape him as he is constantly reminded that you were taken by someone else. You try to reach for his cock, but you can’t get close enough, as he moves down your body, kissing your breasts, moaning over your sensitive nipples as one hand grazes over your core. You are a whimpering mess as he continues downwards, and you become aware of what he is going to do, his mouth closer and closer with each kiss to where you so desperately need it.
He starts with small licks, getting a taste for you, teasing and tantalisingly slow before diving right in. He uses his hands to hold your legs apart as they threaten to close around his head, the pleasure so intense, so quickly. It feels so fucking good, he eats you out with an ease that has you reeling, all the while still staring you down, wanting to know that you are enjoying it, as if the screams of his name aren’t enough evidence. Your back arches prettily, and he moves his hands under your ass to hold you up, the angle easier for him, and so much better for you. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead, your orgasm nearing so much faster than you had expected.
“Fuck,” You moan, your voice is strangled, choked up, “So good, holy shit that feels so fucking good.”
Ricky chuckles, and the vibrations shoot through your entire body, you don’t often curse, at least not so many times in a single sentence which Ricky finds comedic, and he pulls away for a second only to ask you, “You like it when Daddy goes down on you, don’t you kitten?”
Fuck. As if this could have been any hotter. Of course he could read your mind and go straight for the kink that has you worse than any other.
“Yes, Daddy,” You cry without missing a beat, so easily calling him the name that he so proudly gave himself, “I love it, you’re so incredible.”
Ricky hums approvingly before lowering his head, your orgasm mere seconds away, going, going, and you release with another flick of his tongue over your clit, he then moves down to lap at your arousal, not wanting to leave anything behind. You try not to pull too hard on his perfectly bleached blonde hair, but at this point it is so messy, you know that he wouldn’t care. A steady rhythmic chant of daddy, daddy, daddy leaves your lips as he only slows down when you try to pull away.
He looks up at you with glazed-over eyes and a desperation that you can’t quite comprehend. Ricky doesn’t waste a moment, moving up to kiss you, his tongue in your mouth so that you can taste yourself on him. You must seem so pathetic, with the way that you grind up into him, nails dragging up his back as you feel his cock almost at your entrance, god, you want him now.
“Daddy, please,” You whine, all but kicking your feet in impatience, this level of subspace is new to you, but Ricky seems to love it, “Fuck me, Daddy, I need you, please?”
You feel like you could burst into tears at any moment, and you are sure that Ricky can tell, as you feel him teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock, and without warning he enters you in one swift thrust. Your moans mix beautifully, Ricky’s deep and breathy, yours high-pitched and much louder, his cock stretching you out has you clinging onto him for dear life.
“Oh, kitten,” Ricky purrs, finding his rhythm so easily, thrusting into you with force, “You were made for me, weren’t you? You take my cock so perfectly.”
His gaze narrows as he awaits your answer, though there is only one that is correct, it is getting increasingly harder to find your words as the cock-drunk state you are in only becomes more apparent.
“Yes, Daddy,” You babble, your words beginning to slur, as the curvature of his cock means that with each thrust he hits the nerves inside you that have you threatening to go over the edge again, “Made for you, owned by you, only Daddy forever and ever.”
The commitment falls from your lips so easily, a promise required by the man hovering over you, one that makes him happier than he can express. He leans down to kiss you more, holding you still with fingers tangled in your now so messy hair, his pace is fast but purposeful, you feel each individual thrust with the care and poise that he means for it to.
“My kitten,” He coos, nuzzling his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent right up by your ear, “I want you to see how good you look like this.”
You aren’t quite sure what he means by this, until he pulls out of you and drags you up into a new position. Turning around, he has you face the mirrored wardrobe on the opposite wall and moves behind you, before tugging you up by your hair so that your back is against his chest. You look dazed, fucked out and cock-drunk, barely able to stay upright if it were not for his tight grip on your hair and your waist, you smile lazily at him and he lets out a deep, animalistic growl from the back of this throat.
“My Daddy,” You giggle, trying your utmost to make sense, but distracted by the feeling of his hardness against your lower back, “So sexy, want your cock again.”
Ricky releases his fingers from your hair, his hand moving around to your throat, and then upwards to cup your jawline. With his index and middle finger, he presses against your bottom lip, demanding entry. Of course you obey, willing to do whatever he asks of you, and he pulls your jaw down, sticking his fingers down your throat far enough to make your eyes water.
“Such a perfect little slut, aren’t you?” He asks, chuckling at the sound you make when he degrades you, “So desperate for Daddy, just the way he likes it.”
You wiggle your butt back into him, unable to move much more than that with the pressure he holds you to him, you hope that by being the whimpering, whiny mess that he has made you, he will give in. Your eyes well up with tears and not just from Ricky making you gag, but with a desire for him to fill you again, losing your mind from how long he has kept you empty.
He moves his hand from your waist, down to your core, his fingers grazing over your swollen clit sending shivers through your body. The whine that you emit is pathetic, pitiful, and god, does it turn him on. You spread your legs further, pressing back into him in an attempt to make your neediness even more obvious, and you are grateful when he finally obliges, pulling his fingers from your mouth to take his cock into his hand instead.
Ricky lines himself up with you after a moment of adjustment, and you watch in the reflection as he enters you again. The new angle is better than before, he hits you deeper, as if you could take any more, and the angle of his cock nudges against those nerves that have your body shaking with each and every thrust.
He holds you up with an arm over your chest, fucking into you with little care for your own sensitivity, this is about him in this moment, but in that, it is so much for you too.
“Kitten,” Ricky moans, as you clench to him with yet another orgasm, losing count now as with each descent another peak rolls through, “Daddy’s close, where do you want it?”
Your tongue is tied, so flushed and flustered it takes a moment to register, while Ricky doesn’t slow down at all, you need to think fast but your brain is mush, “In me, Daddy,” You cry, “Fill me, need it.”
Ricky pushes you forward, keeping your ass up, and he grabs your hair to lift your head so you can see the perfect arched angle he has you in as his rhythm begins to falter. He lasts not even another 30 seconds like this, before he groans with his release into you, warmth spreading inside you as he cums so much you swear it overflows, though mixed with your own arousal, you can’t quite tell what is what anymore.
He roughly pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back as you cry out in sensitivity and from the loss, but your cries are quieted as Ricky kisses you, with as much force and want as that first kiss not so long ago. You feel his cum leaking out of you, making a mess of his pristine black sheets, though neither of you mind it.
“Mine, kitten,” He murmurs breathlessly, pressing his forehead to yours and staring at you with that piercing gaze, a warning, “I’m keeping you, you’re all mine.”
A confession. One that you hadn’t expected, and one that you don’t quite understand. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you wonder whether you were holding back feelings for him all along. Your hands roam his body, memorising every curve and rivet, the way that his hips jut out and leave that delicious v-line that leads to his even more delectable cock. He is perfect, and he is yours as much as you are his.
“You mean it?” You ask him, “I’m really yours?”
It’s vulnerable, your uncertainty is clear in your tone, leaving you open to either become whole, or to be completely broken.
“You are,” Ricky responds, “As long as you want to be, your heart is mine.”
He kisses you again before you can respond, and you lose track of time like that, in his arms, feeling his body pressed to yours, limbs tangled, intertwined.
——————
Neither of you hear as the front door opens, too distracted by the growing desire between you, Ricky half-hard again, and you dripping wet. It isn’t until Ricky’s bedroom door opens that you realise Gyuvin has returned, when he shouts at the sight he sees, and you rush to cover yourself, though Ricky does not care.
“Home already, Gyuvin-ah?” Ricky smirks at his friend from behind you, his hands still roaming your body, finding your right breast to squeeze it in his palm, “Can’t you see we are busy?”
Gyuvin’s stare moves between the two of you, his mouth parted slightly as he tries to find his words. You are flustered, flushed, and sinfully turned on as Gyuvin watches Ricky touch you. A moan leaves your lips as Ricky pinches your nipple roughly, red and raw from the abuse he has inflicted on them, god, this is hot.
“I… but we,” Gyuvin stammers, and you can see how hard he is trying to show confidence, “I was hoping to go for round two now I’m back.”
Your jaw drops open, as you feel Ricky draw in a sharp breath. His grip tightens on you, and you know that he is angry.
“She’s mine,” He growls deeply, “You made a mess of her before, but she’s mine now.”
You whimper as Ricky pulls you back closer to him, and you feel that his cock has now reached full hardness. You try not to make it obvious as you press into him, back arching slightly in want for him.
“I think you made a mess of her too,” Gyuvin observes, his gaze flicking up from yours, into the eyes of Ricky’s, “And I don’t think she’d be opposed to my taking of her again.”
Heat surges between your thighs, as you recall the way that Gyuvin fucked you, the way that his cock stretched you out, burned your insides with a sting you can’t quite explain the feeling of. You promised Ricky, but in the state you are in right now, god, you wouldn’t say no to having him just once more.
“She’s not leaving my sight,” Ricky spits, tangling his fingers in your hair, “I said… she’s mine.”
You like that, Ricky speaking for you, maybe a little too much. You feel so pathetic, objectified, and it makes you whimper.
“I didn’t say you had to leave,” Gyuvin smirks, “You’re welcome to watch, gē.”
Ricky hisses through gritted teeth, he is shooting daggers at Gyuvin, as he confidently steps further into the room. You aren’t sure what to say or do, as the two men have their power-play, and you’re left in the middle of it. Committed to Ricky, but definitely not objecting to Gyuvin fucking you again.
“If you think I’ll let go of my kitten for even a second,” Ricky murmurs, “You’re dreaming, it’s not going to happen.”
Gyuvin chuckles as he reaches the bed, bravely kneeling on the edge of the mattress down by your feet. His stare continues to swap between you and your now-boyfriend’s, and you truly have no idea what to expect.
“That’s okay,” Gyuvin smiles sweetly as he moves closer to you, “You don’t have to let go.”
Ricky kisses your neck, in an attempt to mark his territory, though that doesn’t stop Gyuvin from finding position between your legs, where Ricky’s hand rests over your core in another protective action.
“Back. Off.” Ricky warns him, “This won’t end well for you. Get out.”
Gyuvin comes closer again, he hasn’t touched you yet, but he is close, his hand supporting his weight on the mattress next to your hip. Your breathing is staggered, from the friction that Ricky is causing, and the closeness of Gyuvin, you’re overwhelmed and nothing has ever tempted you more than this.
“Come on Ricky,” Gyuvin whines playfully, “I’m sure we could share, just once?”
You feel like you’re going insane, hips bucking reflexively into Ricky’s hand in a feeble attempt to relieve some of the pressure, eyes glassy and dazed as Gyuvin places his hand over Ricky’s to help you out. A strangled moan leaves your lips, you feel filthy, impure and broken.
“Fuck me,” You manage to stammer out, unsure which of the boys you are talking to, or if it is aimed at both, “Please, please, please, just fuck me.”
Ricky presses two fingers into you, his palm flat over your clit makes your legs shake, tears prick your eyes as the feeling isn’t enough, though it is still good, but you are losing your mind.
“You heard her, gē,” Gyuvin sneers, “Go on then, don’t be shy.”
Ricky is so tense, he hates being told what to do, but you find him repositioning, sitting up and adjusting his legs before pulling you back onto his lap, still facing Gyuvin, with your back to Ricky. He guides you up, only to force your hips down, making you take his cock in all the way, the sound you make is inhuman, a cry loud enough to probably wake the neighbours, but you are so damned far from caring.
“Daddy,” You babble, nails digging into his thighs as you try to find some sort of balance while Ricky eagerly bounces you on his cock, “Feels so good, fuck, more, more, more!”
Gyuvin is still close enough for you to feel his breathing, his hand palming at the erection growing in his grey sweats, biting his lip as he watches you.
“Good, kitten,” Ricky praises you, slapping your ass and grabbing roughly at the flesh as you drop down on his cock again, clearly proud of himself, “You’re looking jealous, Gyuvin-ah.”
You watch through teary eyes, barely able to see, just enough to make out Gyuvin beginning to undress. The harshness of Ricky’s thrusts pick up a bit more as he feels threatened by his slightly-younger roommate, while you are so cock-drunk that you are unaware.
“Just sizing her up,” Gyuvin chuckles as he kicks his underwear off, “Wondering whether she could take us both, is all.”
Your ears are ringing as another orgasm racks through your body, and you aren’t sure whether you heard Gyuvin right. Ricky pulls out of you suddenly, and flips you over to face him, though you’re still on top, and your stomach drops as you process Gyuvin’s words, and the lack of rejection from Ricky towards them.
Ricky uses the new angle to thrust up into you from underneath, your body is practically limp at this point, it is so hard to hold yourself up. When you feel the weight shift on the mattress behind you is when you give up, resting your head in the crook of Ricky’s neck, a string of incoherent words, drool and staggered breaths all that are leaving you now.
“Don’t make us wait,” Ricky replies, his tone almost too calm and collected, “Kitten’s gonna pass out completely before you get the chance, otherwise.”
You feel it, Gyuvin’s cock, as he teases the tip at your already full entrance, before he takes two fingers to help open you further, giving him just enough room to enter with a couple inches. You stop breathing completely, the sensation nothing but pain at first, and Ricky slows down to try and soothe you through it.
“Breathe, my baby cat,” Ricky coos, lifting his hand to your mouth, giving you his middle and index finger to suck on, both for your own need, and to save his neck from any further marking, “You can do it, come on, it’s okay.”
Gyuvin slowly moves in further, and you finally find your breath again to break down into full sobs. The pain is so intense, you are filled in a way that you didn’t even think was possible, but you love it. You lazily suck on Ricky’s fingers, though your mouth hangs half open now, unable to move as Gyuvin and Ricky fill you completely.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Gyuvin hisses, his teeth gritted as he pulls back before thrusting in again, still slowly, but with a little more speed, “Fuck, this feels so good I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
Ricky finds another opportunity to strike, his competitiveness and dominance always at the forefront of his mind, “It’s okay, kitten… Daddy will last as long as you need.”
Gyuvin and Ricky match their pace, finding a rhythm to fuck you in, as you lay between them in a state of being that you struggle to even describe. The feeling is amazing, in the cursed, sick, twisted way, taking two cocks at once wasn’t on your agenda for the day, but here we are, you are basically paralysed, an object for them to take from, and nothing more.
Ricky is driven wild by the feeling of his best friend’s cock against his, perhaps more than he is proud to admit, as he too struggles not to falter. He flicks his gaze between you and Gyuvin above you, and his stomach ties in knots as he sees Gyuvin staring him down.
“I knew you’d like it,” Gyuvin teases, his voice is cracked and breathy, “Feels good, fucking her tiny pussy at the same time, doesn’t it? Does my cock feel good to you Ricky?”
Your eyes roll back in your head, unable to do anything but listen to this seemingly never ending power play between the two, insults and jabs between them are constant, but even in your fucked-out state, you can see that they both like this way too much to act normal.
“Cum,” You mumble, “Daddy… Gyuvinnie… please.”
It took all your strength to utter those words, the pool of saliva on Ricky’s chest from your mouth now flows down his neck, staining the pillow under him. They have got to be close, right? How long has it been? Overstimulated is an understatement for you, unsure whether you could even get another orgasm out no matter how hard you tried.
“What’s that, kitten?” Ricky sneers at you, god, he is insatiable, “You want us to cum? To fill you up? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
You aren’t even sure if you nodded, or said yes aloud, reality shifting you between dimensions, are you awake or asleep? You try to dig your nails into Ricky’s arm, but you can’t tell whether your hands work anymore.
“Fuck, holy fuck,” Gyuvin gasps, and with a particularly hard thrust that has you jolting forward, you feel it, “Fuck.”
Gyuvin’s cock twitches and pulsates in you as he releases, his thrusting is erratic, off beat as he fills you effortlessly, just like earlier, but this time with another cock inside you too.
“Gyuvin,” Ricky moans, and if you were more alert you would have been wide-eyed at this, at hearing him call Gyuvin’s name, and not yours, “That’s so fucking hot, I… I…”
Ricky too, releases barely moments after Gyuvin begins to slow down, you feel that same sensation, warmth spreading and filling you to overflow, cum dripping straight back out onto Ricky and he hasn’t even finished yet.
You can’t stop the tears from flowing, you are a crying, shaking mess as the two men finally come to a stop, and Gyuvin pulls out first, slow and gentle, but you still let out a sob. The room is silent other than heavy breathing from Ricky and Gyuvin, and quiet cries from you, but it is not awkward at all.
Gyuvin stares at Ricky for a moment, who quickly pipes up, “I’ve got this, Gyuvin, you go clean yourself up.”
Gyuvin laughs as he shuffles back off the bed, picking up the clothes he had thrown onto the floor a little while ago when he was just too desperate to get into you, and he makes his way toward the door before turning to face you again.
“Don’t start,” Ricky chuckles, seeing the devious grin on his best friend's face, “Get out of here, Gyuvin-ah.”
He rolls his eyes before leaving the room, closing the door behind him and leaving you and Ricky alone. You have Ricky’s fingers in your mouth again, and you are still full of his cock. Most of the pain subsided moments after Gyuvin pulled out of you, but you aren’t sure that you’ll be able to walk properly for a few days at least. You steady your breathing by focusing on Ricky’s heartbeat, and by staring up at him as he looks down at you.
“You okay?” He asks you softly, “That was… a lot.”
You nod with a soft smile, releasing his fingers and letting him brush your hair off your face. You are a mess, and you know that you look it too, desperate for a shower, but not quite ready to move just yet.
“I’m okay,” You reply, “Yeah, it was.”
Ricky leans down to kiss you, and it is not until you begin to kiss him back that you realise he was doing this to distract you, the perfect opportunity to pull out of you, leaving you empty and bare, more cum dripping out onto the bed under you. The pain spikes with the sensitivity, but decreases fast enough that by the time Ricky pulls back from the kiss, it is nothing but a dull ache, a very prominent, unwavering dull ache.
“How about I run a bath?” Ricky asks, “You’ll stay the night, won’t you?”
“A bath sounds nice,” You reply easily, “I’d love to stay, too.”
Ricky kisses your nose before he gets up, walking to his ensuite bathroom and turning the faucet in the tub to run the water. He glances back into the room to see you have rolled onto your side to watch him, you will never get sick of watching him, and he breaks out in a full smile too.
“Good,” He purrs, “You are mine after all.”
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zb1 boys being clingy
> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader
> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread
> song recommendation: one missed call by jann
> note: idk yall this kinda sucks ass, especially the hanbin and taerae ones cuz i ran out of ideas 😭 requests r open
김 jiwoong.
jiwoong had been working on his latest movie project for weeks now, and he was starting to feel the toll it was taking on his body and mind. the only thing keeping him going was the thought of seeing you - his girlfriend. as soon as he spotted you, he ran towards you and engulfed you in a tight embrace, inhaling your sweet scent. you laughed at your boyfriends sudden clinginess, but reciprocated the hug nonetheless. “I missed you.” jiwoong whispered into your ear, you rubbing his back soothingly. “I missed you too.” you whispered back. jiwoong didn't want to let go of you just yet, so he wrapped his arm around your waist as the both of you walked towards his trailer. he leaned his head on your shoulder, enjoying your warmth and the feeling of being close to you. “you’re my favorite person, (y/n).” your boyfriend murmured, causing you to smile. “i better be! i’m the only one you’ve got.” you teased, poking his side playfully. jiwoong chuckled, but his grip on you tightened. he nuzzled his face into your neck, feeling content and at ease in your presence. jiwoong didn't want this moment to end, but he knew he had to go back to filming soon. “I wish you could stay here with me forever.”
rest members under the cut!
장 hao.
hao had been practicing playing the violin for hours, trying to perfect a new piece. his fingers were sore and his mind was exhausted, but all he could think about was you. he decided to take a break and texted you to come over. as soon as you arrived, hao wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “hey,” he mumbled, his voice tired but affectionate. "i missed you so much today." you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "i missed you too, hao. how’s the practicing going?" hao groaned and pulled away slightly, leaning against the wall for support. "it's so frustrating. i can't seem to get this piece right." you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “don’t stress to much, hao. you’re amazing.” hao nodded, grateful for your words of comfort. he leaned in again, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in your neck. "i just want to be close to you, is that okay?" hao hesitated for a while. you laughed softly, running your hands up and down his back. “what do you mean? why wouldn’t it be? i love you.” hao smiled, his eyes closed in contentment. “i love you too.” you stood there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and the feeling of being close.
성 hanbin
hanbin was sitting on the bed, you busy with your books and notes spread out in front of you. he had planned to play some video games but found himself more interested in snuggling up to you. he leaned over, resting his chin on your shoulder, watching you study. “you look so cute when you're studying,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. you smiled, continuing to write down some notes, trying not to be distracted by his affectionate gestures. “hanbin, i need to finish studying.” you reminded him gently, hoping he would let go and let you concentrate. “just a few more minutes,” he pleaded, not wanting to let go of you just yet. “you're so warm and cozy.” as you continued to work, hanbin played with your hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to your temple or neck. despite his clinginess, you couldn't help but find it endearing and a welcome distraction from your schoolwork. after what felt like hours, you finally finished studying and let out a sigh of relief. hanbin beamed at you, pulling you into a tight hug. "see, i knew you could do it," he said, nuzzling his face into your hair.
석 matthew.
the dance studio was quiet except for the soft humming of the music in the background. the sun was shining through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. matthew had always been a dedicated dancer, and he was constantly striving to improve his skills. but on this particular day, the heat in the dance studio was almost unbearable, and he found himself struggling to keep up with the rigorous routine. as he took a break, you approached him with a concerned look on you face. “hey, you okay?” you asked, noticing the beads of sweat that were forming on his forehead. your boyfriend nodded, feeling a sense of relief as you gently wiped the sweat away with your fingers. “thanks,” he said, his voice hoarse from the exertion. as you continued to wipe the sweat from his forehead, matthew couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as he clung tightly to your side, holding your other hand in his. he knew that he was pushing himself to his limits, but he also knew that he had you by his side, supporting him every step of the way. “this is tough, but you’re tougher. i’m so proud of you.” you said, your voice filled with admiration. matthew smiled, feeling a surge of energy as he looked into your eyes. “i love you.” he said, his voice filled with emotion, as he took your hands and nuzzled his face in them, trying to smell your scent.
김 taerae.
taerae had been feeling down lately, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why. he tried to push through it, but it seemed like everything was getting on top of him. he just wanted to feel better, but he didn't know how. one day, while he was spending time with you, he couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over him. taerae hugged you tightly, feeling your warmth and softness of your body against his, his head laying on your chest, his heartbeat syncing with yours. “what’s wrong, rae?” you whispered softly, rubbing his back. taerae shook his head. “i don't know. i just feel like everything's getting on top of me, you know? like I'm failing at everything.” you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “you aren’t failing at anything, you’re doing exactly what you should be doing. every day may not be a good day, but there is something good in every day. remember that you have my full support, taerae, no matter what you do. you're amazing. you just need to take some time for yourself and do things that make you happy." taerae nodded, feeling a little better already. his lips found their way to your temple, kissing you gently. then again, he put his head on your chest, feeling your heart. he knew that no matter what, you were there for him. always. you feel asleep holding taerae in your arms, feeling more complete than ever.
리키 ricky.
you and ricky were walking around the shopping mall, browsing through different stores. as you passed by a clothing store, you stopped to look at a dress in the window display. ricky, who was walking a few steps behind you, noticed your interest and quickly caught up to you. “that's a nice dress,” he commented, looking at the dress in the window. “wanna try it on?” he asked, now looking at your face. “of course!” you replied enthusiastically, already leading the way into the store. as you entered, ricky wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you smiled, feeling comforted by his touch. as you browsed through the racks of clothing, you picked out a few items to try on. ricky followed her into the changing room, waiting outside your stall. as she tried on the clothes, you couldn't help but notice how ricky was being extra clingy today. he would occasionally lean over to give you a kiss on the cheek or brush his hand against yours. “is everything okay?” you asked, noticing how he seemed to be holding onto you tightly. ricky hesitated for a moment before speaking up, “i just want to be close to you today. is that okay?” “of course,” you replied, smiling at him. “i'm always here for you, ricky.” ricky pulled you in for a tight embrace, feeling grateful for your understanding. "thank you." he whispered, holding you close.
김 gyuvin.
gyuvin was sitting on the couch, completely engrossed in his video game. you were sitting next to him, scrolling through your phone, trying not to disturb his focus. as he played, he found himself becoming more and more frustrated, unable to get past a difficult level. without thinking, he leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a sigh of frustration. you looked up, surprised by the sudden contact, but smiled and wrapped his arm around him. gyuvin leaned into you, feeling comforted by your warmth and presence. he continued to play the game, occasionally letting out a grunt or a curse when he failed to make a move. but each time, you would rub his back or run your fingers through his hair, reminding him that he wasn't alone. as the game went on, gyuvin found himself less and less interested in winning and more interested in simply being close to you. he let the controller fall to the floor and turned to face you, burying his face in your neck. “i love you.” he murmured unexpectedly, his voice muffled by your hair.
박 gunwook.
you and gunwook were lounging on the couch, casually chatting and enjoying each other's company. gunwook couldn't help but admire your beauty, from your sparkling eyes to your lips. without a second thought, he reached out and began tracing the contours of your face with his fingertips, marveling at the softness of your skin. as he continued to trace your features, he suddenly felt overcome with emotions and found himself clinging tightly to you, burying his face in your neck. you could feel the intensity of his embrace and wrapped your arms around him in return, trying to comfort him. “i'm sorry, (y/n),” gunwook mumbled into your shoulder. “i just love you so much and I don't know what i'd do without you.” you smiled softly and ran your fingers through his hair. “i love you too, gunwook. you don't have to apologize for feeling emotional, it's okay.” gunwook took a deep breath and pulled back slightly, gazing into your eyes. “i know, i just... i want you to know how much you mean to me. you're everything to me.” you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his soft, plush lips. "i know, gunwook. and i feel the same way about you."
한 yujin.
you and yujin were sitting at the desk in his bedroom, working on your homework assignments. you had been studying for hours and were both feeling exhausted. as you were writing something down, yujin leaned his head on your shoulder, letting out a tired sigh. you looked at him with concern. “are you okay, yujin?” yujin looked up at you with a small smile. “i'm fine, just tired.” you placed your hand on his back and rubbed it gently. “do you want to take a break?” yujin shook his head. “no, we need to finish this first.” you nodded in understanding but noticed yujin was getting more and more restless as the minutes passed. suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. “yujin, what are you doing?” you asked with a surprised look on your face. “i just need to be close to you,” yujin mumbled, his grip tightening. you could feel his body shaking slightly, and you knew something was wrong. “what's going on? talk to me, yujin.” “i don't know,” yujin admitted. “i just feel so overwhelmed and stressed out. And being close to you makes me feel better.” you held him close, rubbing his back as he clung to you. “it's okay, yujin. I'm here for you. we'll get through this together.”
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the love I hold for you
제로베이스원 - jebewon as things they would definitely do as boyfriends!, gn reader. i dont think there is any disclaimers but let me know if i missed any!
-jiwoong-
showing a different side of himself
would show his true authentic self with you <3
would be really protective of you
since he wants to show he cares without being too "obvious" he would also over offer his help
but its so cute so it cancels out!
would care and love you so much
-hao-
introverted but clingly with you
hao is an introvert as we can all tell, and may need space but never from you
when he's tired, he would find so much comfort in your presence
constantly wants to be around you even if you guys aren't talking he just loves knowing you are there
you are his favorite
he chooses you over anyone else
-hanbin-
planning dates in advanced every week
hear me out in this, hanbin is an observer
he would allow you to plan the first few dates, and in those dates he is taking mental notes of your likes and dislikes
now he will tell you, he wants to plan the following dates
and from then on its funnn
he would take you to many new places like a art gallery or even invite you to his dance studio as a fun date
somehow hanbin will always think of something different for a date idea
-matthew-
teach you how to play video games
i know we all saw this man play league of legends now-
i have a feeling he would try to get his s/o into gaming
he would try to teach you how to play, and he is very patient
since he wants you to play with him, he is willing to spend some time teaching and training you to play these games
he takes it very seriously too
if you ended up not liking the game he would try to find another game that you'd like
regardless if he's not into that game, he would learn how to play it just for you <3
-taerae-
perform for you
strong believer in simp taerae
he would be so deeply in love with his s/o that sometimes they are above himself
if you are anxious, he would sing your favorite song to calm you down
if you are trying to fall asleep, he would play a calming tune in his guitar until you are fast asleep
feeling bummed out, no worries, taerae is dancing the newest tiktok trend for you!
this man will perform for you anytimes if it will make you smile
if you wanted to film a little dance video he would do it proudly
ahh taerae is such a cutie :'(
-ricky-
attention seeking and physical touch
hear me out ricky can sometimes be dismissive
although he clearly cares about other i think the baby cat has some trouble expressing it sometimes
since ricky would struggle to tell you he loves you sometimes he would be surprisingly very cuddly?
he would want to constantly have his arms around you even if he wasn't speaking to you
small gestures like cuddling or holding your hand are a big deal to him
its his way of showing his love
he would also seek your attention in the same way
he has very grabby hands constantly wanting your attention without actually saying it
-gyuvin-
carrying extra items for you
gyuvin is a goofy guy but he is also always taking mental notes of you
he would notice your favorite snacks and items you constantly use
he secretly carries your favorite snacks in his backpack
in his backpack there is chapstick, germx, and much more items you use on the daily
you would say "i'm really craving __" and all of a sudden he pulls out the snack from his backpack
needless to say gyuvin is prepared for anything you might need
-gunwook-
have a photo album dedicated of pictures of you
gunwook adores you
sometimes you catch him just starring at you deeply with a smile plastered on his space
he just loves looking at your face, as its a boost of serotonin for him
since he realized how happy it makes him, he takes about 3 pictures of you
sometimes you don't even know he is taking pictures, yet you still come out looking so good
and when he is in a bad mood or simply misses you he would go to his album titles Y/N and just look over all the pictures
he would be so smiley and thankful to have such a partner in his life
-yujin-
get you flowers at the right times
yujin would love getting you flowers
he knows how happy it can make you so he always gets you flowers
yet unbeknown to you he actually always steals one flower from the bouquet he buys
why?
because that way he knows when he needs to get you more flowers
of course he doesn't tell you this, since he wants to be seen as cool
but it's a sweet gesture that he loves doing <3
ahhh guys I did not post as much as I wanted to for a bit. Buttt i hope you enjoyed this. Let me know if you would like a part two or even a fic. Don't forget my asks are always open not just for request but also for any questions or just talks you want to have <3
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threesomes with zerobaseone
i wanted to do taerae too but i didn't know with who in zb1 should i pair him with :( pls tell me and i will do a post apart for him!!
legal line. word count 1.3k. warnings degrading. not proofread.
zhang hao + reader + hanbin
when hanbin told you about this thing he wanted to try in bed you accepted immediately, being in the same bed doing nasty stuff with your boyfriend and his hot best friend? an opportunity like this wouldn't happen again, and of course, you took it with no doubt.
at first, the situation was a bit strange, it turned out that zhang hao who is a nice guy (with a mix of sass too) enjoyed profusely being a mean dom, denigrating you by mentioning how desperate you seemed to be fucked by him, or if you wanted him that much you should do the work yourself, curiously he never insulted you with names as slut or whore, his words were enough to make you feel like one. with hanbin, it was completely different, this man worshipped you in every way he could to the point of venerating the ground where you stood, in bed it didn't change, always talking about how pretty, sexy, cute, and beautiful you looked while dicking you in the hardest but careful way possible.
this led to a situation where you, getting double penetration by them being your boyfriend on the back and his friend on your front, was having a confusing combination of sweet nothings with degrading words, “are two dicks enough for you?” zhang hao would ask while looking at you with a lustful gaze, “you're doing so good babe, taking both of us so well” added hanbin, his head buried in the crop of your neck with his eyes closed, being completely immersed in the act as if sinking his dick deep into your cunt could get him into a trance.
they did everything together and all the attention was directed to you, if hao was eating you hanbin would be kissing you while showering you in praises, caressing your whole body like you were some goddess he had to pray. if hanbin was fucking you, zhang hao would be lying on your side whispering nasty things to you, even saying things about his desperate friend, calling him a pussydrunk. it was the perfect balance.
jiwoong + reader + matthew
your relationship with matthew could be described as friends with benefits, even if he doesn't like that term and prefers to call it a “situationship”, the point is that you two fuck pretty regularly but he haves a few insecurities and doubts about what he can do for you to enjoy more, luckily for him! jiwoong usually helps him with all these doubts, as someone older, more experienced and incredibly hot he had more than one advice to give. but i guess that it was easier for him to do a visual demonstration, because there you are, being fucked by jiwoong while matthew admired everything with an amazed look.
“you have to do it like this, see?” said smoothly, his dick roaming into your cunt while his fingers stimulated your clitoris, your legs were positioned over his shoulders giving him more access to your insides.
“y-yes, jiwoong hyung” gasped, his eyes enchanted with the panorama in front of him, poor matthew was so worked up by just watching, his eyes didn't know where to look, there were so many options like your feet that in way of responding to all the pleasure were twitching, both yours and the other man’s body slamming together, your chest moving with every thrust and at the end, your face expressing all the emotions and sensations you were feeling throughout your whole body.
“do it yourself then” with this the tall man stopped his peace, switching places with his “apprentice” who now was penetrating your pussy and playing with that sensitive button, trying to do it as his hyung told him. jiwoong finds all this act somehow exciting, not only because of the situation of his friend recurring to him for guidance but also because having the opportunity of watching a full beauty like you being railed and having the opportunity of doing it himself was more than thrilling. now that he was lying at your side completely free he searched for a new activity to entertain himself in this show, “you should play with her chest if she likes it” advised, now twitching and pulling your nipples softly, more moans and groans were added to the already big amount of sounds that were leaving your mouth, proving jiwoong that you enjoyed it.
matthew was so invested in making you cum by doing everything his friend showed him that you ended up trying a lot of new positions (two times, because jiwoong had to do it first to do the visual demonstration of course!), finding new sensitive spots you didn't knew you had and having more orgasms than you thought was possible.
ricky + reader + gyuvin
you didn't intend this to happen, the three of you were just playing a little and being a bit handsy, it probably wasn't the best idea but it felt so nice and the ending turned out better.
getting fucked by gyuvin, your boobs bouncing with every thrust, and your legs placed on his shoulders so he could have more control over you and penetrate you better, harder, and touch all of those delicious points that made you see stars. on the other side, ricky was taking good care of you, making out until you ran out of air and manhandling your clit and nipples.
they probably wouldn't accept it if you ask them later, but there was an obvious competition between them about who would make you enjoy more, cum faster, moan louder, or even if one of them could make you squirt. if ricky kissed you, the moment he stopped to get some air gyuvin would take advantage of your lips being free to start a more heated kissing session, demonstrating he can do it better; you were sucking gyuvin’s dick? in his turn ricky is going to choke you with his, abusing your mouth until he comes into your throat; when fingering you both will try to exploit their abilities to make you cum fast, ricky knows how to touch you, and his delicate hands explore all your sensitive areas, exploiting your clitoris and making you crazy without introducing any of his fingers inside of you, it felt amazing, but let's not discredit gyuvin! he has such slender and big fingers you just desired them to be inside of you and when the moment came it was majestic, his fingers hitting that sweet point over and over again it wasn't any difficult for you to have your orgasm in a short time.
the conclusion is that this is gonna happen again and even if they have amazing and equal sexual skills, the competition is repeating itself too, it's not like you have any problem with it.
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sweet venom.
synopsis: when you pull them by the collar of their shirt to kiss them
who: zb1's middle & maknae line x gn!reader (yujin not included)
categories: fluff, sort of suggestive, hurt / comfort, headcanons + short scenarios
warnings: light swearing, mentions of food in gyuvin's section, not proofread bc im such a slay so please please please lmk if there's more
word count: 1.5k
✧ MATTHEW !
⟡ you do it to shut him up /hj. affectionately. this canadian man is funky and we love and cheer for him because of that. but boy do most canadians have something in common: talking. (as a canadian im allowed to say this)
⟡ in this case, it’s not storytelling or his ad campaigns, it’s about how he loses to you in mario kart for the fifth time in a row. for all i know, he could be cracked at mario kart, but let’s be honest, he would somehow go from second place down to eleventh within a matter of minutes.
⟡ matthew isn't a sore loser by any means, his whining about losing are mainly all for fun and to tease, but after the fourth game… maybe he does gaf y’know :/
⟡ pouty!!! also probably throws the controller, lightly mind you, to the side before taking a deep breath in and letting out a silent scream into his palms as the screen flashes with another loss for him.
⟡ kiss it better otherwise he’ll never play again (that’s a lie) (he’d do almost anything you’d ask him to) (whipped)
matthew leaned his head back against the couch cushion and pinched his arm to make sure that this was real as his character finally crossed the finish line. in eighth place. you looked over at him encouragingly, made a remark about how this was better than last game, before patting his knee. he threw you a scathing glare, whines bubbled up from his throat, and he leaned his full body weight against you. he didn’t notice that there was a tug on his shirt, the soft cotton balled up in your fist as you pulled, before his lips were on yours, his whines drowned out. it was embarrassing how fast he melted into the contact, eyes closed as he rested a hand overtop of yours, he’d never live it down.
✧ TAERAE !
⟡ a kiss like this with taerae would most likely happen in a slow, sort of slow, heat of the moment thing. but it would be a softer, gentle tug of his shirt. nothing too fast.
⟡ you both would probably be looking at each other already, coming down from the high of hanging out together before bam! it hits the both of you that “wow. i'm incredibly in love with this person.”
⟡ ngl… he’d be a bit too hesitant to do much about it at first. but i mean. that’s why you’re the one gripping his shirt collar and not the other way around-
⟡ he stares at you with wide eyes and a facial expression like :o when his lips are suddenly pressed against yours. but taerae recovers from the shock fairly quickly and leans into it, eyes closed as he kisses back with the tease of a grin on his face.
⟡ he’ll pull away with the biggest smile and pinch your cheek before going in to kiss you again, being the one to pull you in this time.
water dripped from his thoroughly soaked hair, trailed down his jaw and continued to dampen the fabric of his shirt, leaving no place dry as you both stood outside amidst the rain. he stared at you, breath coming sharp from his mouth as he looked at you in some awe. you laughed and in return, so did he. you cupped his face gently, wiped a thumb under his eye to clear the water, efforts futile. taerae grabbed your hand and tugged, nose bumped against yours, before he greedily took your lips in his once again.
✧ RICKY !
⟡ he’s insufferable istg / j. ok but you not be able to get away with this move properly imo without having some sort of built up tension. as in the type of tension to cut with a knife, the opposite of taerae’s.
⟡ ricky would be able to see you go in for the kiss from a mile away… he just. knows these things somehow and is prepared. he would have to be distracted enough, emotionally, in order to pull it off.
⟡ that or you wrestle him and pin him for long enough. i have such a strong urge to grab this guy by the necktie and shake him around a little. affectionately i swear.
⟡ despite the colder appearance, ricky is emotionally intelligent and he does have his softer moments. the aftermath of a fight would be the main scene i picture this happening in?
⟡ “do you even want this?” // “what-” // “do you even want us?” // “of course i do.” type of beat do you get me? you feel me? you hear me? set me freeee- erm.
there was something about the silence, weight undeniable as you and ricky stood opposite of each other. shoulders tensed, he heaved out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose as you dug your nails into the palm of your hand in a closed fist. you knew what was coming; the rush of doubts and worry that would spill from his mouth about the relationship and how he constantly felt as if you deserved better, how he was the damage. you marched with a purpose towards him, placed a hand firmly on his waist as he knotted his brows together in mild confusion, before butterflies bursted in his chest. the pressed collar of his shirt would need ironing later, crumpled in your tight grasp, but ricky couldn’t find it in himself to care all too much, not when he cupped the back of your head and pressed you closer.
✧ GYUVIN !
⟡ it would be a “did you eat the last donut in the fridge?” // “yes. what are you going to do about it?” // “get it back of course.” // *starts making out* type of thing.
⟡ we know this man has the best reactions to things so just. he flounders when you first kiss him out of the blue; like a literal fish out of water despite this not being the first time lol.
⟡ idk i just feel like this would happen so often?? like i see gyuvin dating someone with similar energy and excitement towards things (not to say he wouldn’t date you otherwise. man falls hard in general) but just imagine doing something dumb and then one of you pulls the other in.
⟡ “i can’t believe you just did that.” // “yeah well.” // *making out again* this whole thing is just. gyuvin coded imo. maybe im just sleep deprived.
⟡ when you do it however… he can’t do anything but stare are you with those eyes of his. you already know the ones. shellshocked, flabbergasted, stunned, electrocuted, astonished, etc etc.
you grinned as gyuvin flailed his arms before resting them on your shoulders, slumping into the kiss. it was sweet in a literal sense; you could taste the powdered sugar and jam that stained his mouth from earlier. his face was fully flushed when you pulled apart. you giggled and swiped a thumb at the corner of his lips, collected the last bit of your sweet treat, and brought it to your mouth with a wink before walking away like nothing ever happened.
✧ GUNWOOK !
⟡ omg the scene i have in mind is when you have to leave for a while, talking like a month or more, and won’t be seeing gunwook for the next while. he’s so intent on making things work out for all the time you guys are doing the ldr.
⟡ runs through a list of everything you’ll need to pack, triple checks everything with you, makes sure you have the right flight booked… you’ll have to pull him aside and reassure him that you’ll be fine and that he doesn’t need to worry about anything; doing all that is kind of a stress reaction.
⟡ is so jittery leading up to the day where you have to leave :( clears his schedule to the best of his abilities to make sure he has all the time with you.
⟡ 100% is seeing you off at the airport don’t even think otherwise. “you’ll call me when you land, right?” // “of course.” // “and you’ll update me with stuff you’ve done? And sec pictures of yourself?” // “sweetie-”
⟡ kiss him to shut up but softer and with more tears bc he will start crying and bury his face into your shoulder.
gunwook thought he looked horrible, face puffed up and nose runny as he sniffled and wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes. you thought completely the opposite; there was something about the early morning sun that shone through the windows and highlighted the rosy parts of his cheeks and the small pout he wore on his lips. he opened his mouth, ready to go on another ramble before you delicately pressed your lips against his. the drawstrings of his hoodie were twirled between your fingers as you pulled lightly on the thick material. he smiled into the touch, eyes still rimmed with tinges of red, and held on for one last kiss.
^ . _ . ^ notes: first post on the new blog... apologies for any mistakes im notorious for writing these late at night and giving up when it comes to proofreading TwT.
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BOYFRIEND HABITS ➳ ZEROBASEONE
➙ little things zb1 do as your boyfriend
pairing: zb1 x gn!reader
genre: fluff, slight crack :3
warnings: not proofread, lower case intended, bestfriend!yujin (scenario is platonic), implied short reader under yujin's drabble, collegeboyfriend!gunwook
a/n: *sighs in a daydreaming manner as I scream into a pillow while I'm kicking and swinging my feet*
a/n (2): you can also check out my txt and enha versions of this :3
🖇️ — 성한빈 ; SUNG HANBIN !
↳ buying you flowers
having found out you loved flowers, hanbin made it his mission as your boyfriend to buy you flowers whenever he could, which was almost every other week
most of the time he would gift them to you himself but on the days he couldn't, he made sure they were delivered to you
your home was slowly turning into a botanical garden but you loved seeing the colourful flowers brighten up your home
hanbin somehow always knew when to get a new bouquet for you and when you asked him, he had said the owner of the local flower shop he buys from was kind enough to tell him how long they would usually stay alive for
"What sort of flowers should I get you next week? We did lillies last time, how about tulips, perfect for spring." he suggests showing his whisker smile that had you weak
your boyfriend tried to get different flowers each time and would even go as far as seeing what they mean and writing a little note on that
" Lavenders for you my love. I know how hard your week was so I hope they bring you a sense of tranquility and good luck. I love you <3 " the note in the bouquet of lavender flowers he delivered read
having told him it wasn't necessary to constantly buy you flowers, he ofcourse insisted because he enjoyed buying them for you
small things like this made you realise you had won the boyfriend of the year
🖇️ — 김지웅 ; KIM JIWOONG !
↳ kissing the back of your hand
holding your hand was mandatory to jiwoong
if you were around him, he had to be holding your hand in some way or form
he has always been a complete gentleman to you too
from the day you both had started dating, he grew into this habit of kissing the back of your hand whenever you were holding hands
this little display of affection melted your heart each time you felt his soft lips place a short kiss to your hand
winter had come in and you and jiwoong decided to take a walk to a nearby park to enjoy the snow a bit despite how incredibly cold it was outside
"My hands are freezing." you pout trying to get some friction in your hands rubbing them together but it was no use
grabbing hold of your hands, your boyfriend rubbed his hands with yours in an attempt to warm them up before laying a delicate kiss to both of your hands
"My poor baby, I'll keep you warm angel." he coos at you softly as he proceeds to then put your hand in his pocket with his hand
🖇️ — 章昊 ; ZHANG HAO !
↳ brushing your hair out of your face
you could name a thousand reasons as to why hao was absolutely perfect and what little things you liked about him
one being how he had this habit of brushing your hair out of your face and then just smiling at you
it made you want to scream how he could just look at you with little heart eyes
"And so I told the supervisor-" you abruptly stop mid sentence as your boyfriend brushed your hair out of your face
hao was an attentive person and whenever you spoke he made sure all his attention was on you whilst maintaining eye contact
you had been telling him about your day at work and ofcourse he made sure to listen to you but a stray hair falling into your face distracted him from admiring your beautiful features
raising his hand, he delicately brushed the hair out placing it behind your ear
"Continue talking, I was listening. Your beautiful face distracted me." he says as he smiled warmly making you blush
zhang hao was the cutest boyfriend ever
🖇️ — 석우현 ; SEOK MATTHEW !
↳ playing/drawing on your hands
matthew tended to zone out alot sometimes or just have a short attention span when he wasn't interested in something which would lead him to busy himself
he always thought your hands were the the perfect compliment to his and constantly complimented how pretty your hands were
this brought in a new habit of his where instead of playing with his own hands, whenever he was holding yours he would gently just play with them or the rings you had
sometimes if he gets bored he starts doodling little shapes or words on your palm with his fingers
on certain occasions he would mindlessly hold your hand in his and start drawing cute things on your hand using a pen and you were happy to let him do so because you loved seeing him happy
"(Y/n), look. I drew for you." he brightly smiles showing you the little rainbow and fox drawing on your hand
for all you cared, matthew could draw on your face but seeing his smile and how happy he got, you could never stay mad at him
you were able to proudly show off the doodles matthew did because happy matthew = happy life (yes it rhymes)
🖇️ — 김태래 ; KIM TAERAE !
↳ singing you to sleep
it wasn't a secret that one of your favourite qualities about taerae was his voice
it always a source of comfort for you and he knew you loved it too
you weren't the biggest fan of thunder and your boyfriend knew that so he always tried his best to be with you whenever there were thunderstorms to help you sleep
this night was no different, it was heavily raining and you couldn't sleep with all the commotion of the loud thunder outside
curled up into a ball, you cover your ears with your eyes tightly shut silently praying for taerae to come quicker, as if on cue, you feel him hold you as he rubs your back comfortingly
"I'm here angel, shh." he says softly laying you both down as you lay on his chest
he soon starts singing to you and you immediately feel yourself relax in his arms as he sings to you
just like that you feel your eyes get heavier and you fall asleep in your boyfriend's arms
his presence was enough to make you feel less anxious but his singing was a comfort space he always had open for you
🖇️ — 沈泉锐 ; RICKY SHEN !
↳ buying you (expensive) gifts
ricky was not the best at using his words to express how he felt about you, hence he used actions to do so
this is where we came to learn one of his top love languages is gift giving and he would constantly buy you something new despite your protests
you grew to accept his gifts knowing he would get sad whenever you rejected his gifts claiming they were far too expensive but he would assure you that he would buy you the earth if he could
"Hey baby, I have a suprise for you." ricky tells you pulling a black neatly wrapped gift from behind his back
sighing, you accept the gift not wanting to see your boyfriend upset
inside was a valentines limited edition necklace from Tiffany & Co that you had looked at slightly longer than usual whilst shopping together the other day
pouting not believing him, you can't help but hold back tears seeing as how he was able to even notice you eyeing that necklace
"Ricky, thank you so much for this gift baby, but this is the fifth one this week- and it's only Wednesday." you tell him as you laugh softly seeing his shy smile as his ears go red in embarrassment
"I know but you deserve to be spoiled. And that's final." he tells you leaving a short peck on your cheek before helping you put the beautiful necklace on
🖇️ — 김규빈 ; KIM GYUVIN !
↳ ruffling your hair
you had been childhood friends with gyuvin for as long as you could remember
but during the course of your friendship, you both realised you had more than platonic feelings for one another and decided to pursue a romantic relationship
he had always had this habit of ruffling your hair ever since you had been friends and it was just an affectionate thing he had picked up
whenever he thought you looked cute or after complimenting you, he would either pat your head or ruffle your hair
"Okay okay, you win Gyuvin." you surrender to your boyfriend's heartless tickles as you try calm yourself down
reaching for your hair, he ruffles it before gently patting your head as you pout
"You're messing my hair up."
"Well you still love me because I'm the best boyfriend ever."
he leaned over and placed a chaste peck to your forehead and displayed the most heartwarming puppy like smile
you were undoubtedly whipped
🖇️ — 박건욱 ; PARK GUNWOOK !
↳ leaving you cute notes
this had been something gunwook started doing ever since he had a crush on you and would send you notes as your secret admirer
" You seemed quite sad today :( here's some strawberry milk to hopefully cheer you up. " the sticky note read with a small strawberry milk and straw next to it
it was small things like this that made you fall for him even before you knew who he really was
and when he did finally muster up the courage to ask you out and things were official between you both
he still made sure to leave you little notes complimenting or motivating you in any way
" Well done on doing so well this semester! I'm so proud of you babe. I'll reward you with cuddles and kisses after your lecture :) "
he would leave them on your class desk in the morning at school to even your bed side table for you to see once you had woken up and he had left prior
" Good morning darling ♡ I had to leave early for a lecture but enjoy the breakfast I made for you, see you later. " the note read
he could've left you a text message but he also knew how much you liked the cute notes and this was a special thing in your relationship
🖇️ — 한유진 ; HAN YUJIN !
↳ balancing his arm on your head
feeling a strange weight on you head, you exasperate knowing it was your best friend bothering you once again
"Ow! What was that for?!" yujin yells out as he pouts rubbing the spot in his arm that you had pinched
"I told you to stop putting your arm on my head. I'm not your human arm rest." you glare at him warningly as he sheepishly grinned
ever since his growth spurt, yujin developed this habit of resting his arm on your head
sometimes it felt like he was silently mocking you for being shorter than him
despite your attempts to stop him, yujin once again rested his arm on your head and you let him do so as you continued reading
you had also grown into this habit of pinching his round cheeks because they were just very soft and he allowed you to do so
and for that, you sacrificed your head to become your best friend's personal arm rest
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𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 — zb1
↳ pairing: ot9!zb1 x gn!reader
↳ warning: fluff for those w a sweet tooth <3
— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐈𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆
↳ moving you by your waist
- sidewalk rule is something HE LIVES BY
- when you’re blocking his way he’ll gently just grab your waist and beckon you to move UGH
- he is so boyfriend i will die
- he lives for the flustered look on your face EVERY TIME HE DOES IT
- you swear you will never get used to it
- you are walking on the side closer to the street? NOT GNNA HAPPEN UNDER HIS WATCH!
- you’re a little too close to a high ledge? NOT UNDER HIS WATCH
- you’re a little lost?? he’ll guide you by gently pushing you by the waist EHEHEHHE
- got me giggling n all..
(rest of the members under the cut!)
— 𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐎
↳ is constantly taking candid pictures of you :(( (he has a whole album he organized once a week on his phone)
- he wishes he could inject your reaction tho finding out every time he takes a picture
- he finds you so endearing istg
- he will purposely turn his ringer on so you can hear the camera snap
- sometimes he already awaits your reaction to the first snap so he takes a picture while your eyes are wide in realization
- he treasures it forever (it’s his lockscreen)
- i can imagine you guys being on face time while you are getting ready for the day and he just does the face time screen shot thing
- hes so boyfriend im afraid 😣😣 (pt2)
— 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍
↳ always takes one flower from the bouquets he buys you to know when to buy you a new one
- we need more hanbins in the world 💔💔
- this man buys you a bouquet without you even asking he is literal perfection
- he sets the one flower on his window sill and always makes sure to check it everyday before leaving for work to know if he has to buy you a new one or not </3
- the first time he did it he texted you “hey since the last bouquet died do u prefer lilies or peonies?”
- you went feral LIKE HOW DID HE KNOW??!!
- and then when you went over to his house one day you saw a flower similar to the ones in your bouquet and you connected the dots
- he goes to the same flower shop every time too
- he goes to a locally managed one!! he thinks the flowers are prettier there than at any supermarket
- the old lady who runs the store is basically his second mother and told him to bring you so you two could meet
- he is so boyfriend it is actually crazy (pt3)
— 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖
↳ buys everything that reminds him of you
- he is so adorable
- he’s out with his friends and he finds a plushie that resembles you?? yeah he’ll buy it
- some times he gifts them to you but sometimes he’ll keep it
- when you ask him about it he’ll be like “oh it made me think of you!”
- one time you noticed a cute plushie in the backseat of his car and you asked him where and why he bought it
- he said “it reminds me of you! that way every time im driving it feels like you’re with me :)”
- you melt EVERYTIME
- HE IS SO BOYFRIEND (pt4)
- you guys build a ikea shelf for your room solely used for displaying matthew’s trinkets he bought thinking of you :(
- he says its the yn museum LOLL
— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐄
↳ constantly bumps into you as you walk
- it sounds annoying but it’s actually really endearing :(
- times he can’t hug you he’ll touch you by teasing and bumping into you
- he’s also distracted and just so comfortable and immersed in your conversation that he can’t walk straight
- (but he doesn’t tell you that)
- sometimes he almost pushes the both of you off the side walk LOL
- he finds moments where being playful but also being close to you are his favourite memories
- sometime when you get tired of it you just hold his hand which suddenly makes him stop hehe
- he just wants to be close to you is all
- and tease you <33
- boyfriend coded (pt5)
— 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐔𝐈
↳ sets food on your plate whenever you eat out
- AHHH THIS MAKES ME SMILE SO HARD
- i feel like hes not the most openly affectionate person,,, like he shies away from pda n all that
- so instead he shows his love through his actions!!!
- you guys are out eating at a kbbq place and hes just placing some meat or rice on your plate </3
- he’s so attentive w/ it too like when he notices the pile is slowly getting smaller, he takes more off of the grill and sets it on your plate :(((
- when you take notice he smiles, places more and goes “here you go” AHHHH
- once u got to the last piece on your pile its tradition to feed it to him :))
- he happily accepts
- he’s so lovely :((
- and so boyfriend </3 (pt6)
— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐍
↳ touching you with his cold hands
- LIVES for harmless teasing
- he’ll take his hands and cup your cheeks with them :((
- he loves the squeal and the cute little face you make :((
- HE JUST LOVES YOU!!!
- sometimes you guys are cuddling in bed and he’ll put his hands under your shirt and rest them on your stomach
- you squeal again which = happy happy gyuvin
- he always apologizes w kisses afterward tho :)
- now you are both happy
- GAWD HE IS SO BOYFRIEND (pt7)
— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐊
↳ whenever you ask for one of his hoodies, he sprays a fresh spritz of his cologne on it
- he likes any opportunity to give you his hoodies :))
- he acts like he doesn’t see you basking in the cologne the hoodie absorbed the first few times he gives you his hoodie
- so now he makes sure to give it an extra spray before giving it to you :))
- he’s considered buying you the cologne as a gift once actually
- but he likes the feeling of keeping the secret that he knows how much you like the scent so he decides against it :)
- he likes seeing your smile every time you put one of his hoodies on not knowing he was admiring hehe
- bf coded (pt8)
— 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍
↳ compares you to cute and funny animal pictures
- im tempted to make a seperate imagine for this its just so cute
- you’ll just be going about your day and he’ll text you
- he’ll just send the picture of an animal and say “you :)”
- you ask him to elaborate (he has picsart downloaded just for this moment) so he sends a collage of a picture of you resembling the actions or face the animal makes
- he is so cuteness i will die
- when you guys are hanging out he’ll take it phone screen and open up a picture of an animal and hold the screen right next to you face
- he inspects it like he’s an artist and just giggles
- you live for it tho
- oh can’t forget about the times he would ask you to do a pose and you comply reluctantly and he takes a picture and adds it to his collection of pictures that resemble an animal :)
- yea he has an entire album on his camera roll
navi. mlist.
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ZEROBASEONE # RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEM !
notes: first post, my writing’s a bit rusty!! happy 1 year to zb1, i couldn’t be happier to have supported my boys since the beginning :)
word count: 836
warnings: none
% KIM JIWOONG !
to be honest, you guys would be a pretty chill couple. outside of casual dates or romantic dinners, you prefer to stay home and watch a movie together. kissing isn’t your thing, but you love sharing long, deep hugs with him. nonetheless, jiwoong would take amazing care of you, always checking up on you and comforting you when you need it. even though you guys don’t express your feelings all the time, you find comfort in each other’s presence.
% ZHANG HAO !
sassy couple!!! you guys give attitude and bitch as a joke but is it? all jokes aside, hao loves to help you in any way possible and vice versa. even with your busy schedules, you always find ways to make time for each other and go on dates. at the end of the day, zhanghao loves to lay in your arms and listen to how your day went. in your free time, hao would teach you how to play the violin or offer you his endless knowledge on random topics.
% SUNG HANBIN !
hanbin would be the absolute sweetest. he would do things without you having to ask and look after you if you’re not feeling well. you guys love to match outfits from head to toe and do cringey things all couples do. y’all would definitely have a couple's instagram. hanbin makes you feel so loved and treats you to so many nice things you're wondering if you even deserve half of it. hanbin would love to teach you how to dance because it’s something he enjoys so much. before going to bed, hanbin likes to spoon you and snuggle his face in the small of your neck.
% SEOK MATTHEW !
you and matthew are an adventurous couple. most of your dates consist of trying new foods, going to the gym, or sleeping. you guys would make mini vlogs about your adventures (the next best food bloggers/gaming nerds). anyway, you aren’t one for skinship but you have other ways of showing your love. matthew likes to leave you notes before heading to work, while you cook him his favorite foods for dinner. a relaxing but enjoyable relationship.
% KIM TAERAE !
you guys would be a calm and collected couple for the most part. words don’t have to describe how you feel for one another. however, there are times when you get silly, and that energy radiates off of taerae. besides this, you guys enjoy spending time together doing nothing but watching your favorite tv shows and snacking. for dates, you guys would go to karaoke and compete for the highest score (taerae wins obviously because his voice is like perfect!?). you’re never not smiling with taerae.
% SHEN RICKY !
ricky is everyone’s dream boyfriend, let’s be real. he would spoil you so much. you name it, he’ll buy it. apart from this, ricky loves his quality time with you. he will constantly make excuses to hang out with you (he’s so obsessed with you there’s no hiding it). he loves it when you compliment him, it brightens his day and he can’t stop smiling. ricky has such a soft spot for you and you’re the only person he’s this comfortable around. he likes to wrap his hands around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder.
% KIM GYUVIN !
being in a relationship with gyuvin would be so chaotic and fun. every day is a new adventure… what interesting journey will gyuvin embark on today? but seriously, you guys would go on the most fun dates; roller skating, ziplining, going to an amusement park, you name it. he can never take his hands off of you, constantly lifting you off your feet and peppering your cheek with kisses. when you’re feeling down, he does his best to cheer you up (and succeeds because who can resist gyuvin?). there’s never a dull moment with gyuvin.
% PARK GUNWOOK !
hanging out with gunwook makes you so smiley. no matter how long you guys have been together, you still feel giddy and nervous around one another. one tiny gesture can make you blush. small things like taking a walk or sharing a meal are enough to convey how much you guys love being together. but honestly, y’all get crazy around one another. your energy bounces off of each other so there’s no stopping once it starts. he loves kissing you on the lips when you’re distracted to see your flushed face. being with gunwook heals your inner child.
% HAN YUJIN !
yujin is so so shy around you. he never knows how to clearly express his feelings so when you tell him how good he looks or say something nice about him, yujin literally can’t function. aside from that, yujin likes to buy you small treats or write notes to you (loverboy). he’s not big on skinship because he’s afraid he’ll make you uncomfortable, but you love to hug him or boop his nose to see how he’ll react. when you’re unsure of his feelings, yujin reminds you that he’s only yours.
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