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On my knees In front of you standing for you

Yeon Sieun x Depressed fem!reader

in this story the reader is baku's sister

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The small restaurant, though modest, resonated with a familiar commotion that evening. Hu-min’s laughter, always too loud, drowned out the crackling radio playing an old Korean trot song. Gotak finished his bowl of ramyeon with fervor, and Jun-tae meticulously cut his kimchi, as if it were a surgical operation. Yeon Si-eun, for his part, kept his arms crossed, his eyes skimming the table, pretending to be interested in the texture of the wood.

He wasn't there for the meal. Not really. Since they had entered, he had sensed something—a weight, a draft, an extra heartbeat—something dissonant in that narrow space. He intermittently stared at the slightly torn curtain that led to the back of the restaurant, where Hu-min had disappeared shouting a “Be right back, gotta check something!” too exaggerated not to be a habit.

Then she had appeared.

Not in a beam of light, not with her hair floating in slow motion like in dramas. She was just there, suddenly, standing in the doorway, barefoot, arms hanging loosely. Her eyes were vacant. As if she saw no one, or perhaps everyone at once.

Y/N.

Yeon Si-eun didn't know why his stomach had turned. She wasn't doing anything. She was just there. He felt a cramp at the base of his neck, a strange tension he had only known once before, facing an unpredictable opponent. But there, it wasn't about strategy or threat. It was something else. A subtle panic. A curiosity with fangs.

She had approached her brother silently. Hu-min had turned around, surprised, then immediately smiling. A smile that, Si-eun now realized, was too rushed, too automatic. The kind of smile that says, "Don't fall apart in front of them."

"Aren't you sleeping?"

She shrugged almost imperceptibly. And in that simple gesture, Yeon Si-eun saw more than he had seen in some of his former enemies. A nameless weariness. A broken mechanism. Someone who wasn't made for words but had too much to say.

"I heard... you were laughing too loudly. I thought... you had fallen."

Her voice was cracked, like a silk thread stretched too tight. Hu-min caught her by the shoulder and massaged the back of her neck as one calms a wounded animal.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I'm just loud, you know that. Go back and rest, huh?"

She didn't answer. Her eyes slid across the room. They met Si-eun's.

It was only a second. But for him, it was enough.

There was nothing romantic about it. No projection, no idealization. Just a look, full of fatigue, shame, stifled anger. A frozen storm. And something, deep inside him, started to scream.

"Why her? Why now?"

He didn't know her story, but he knew that expression. He had seen it on the faces of some comrades before they disappeared. Before they left messages that no one really understood.

While Gotak wrestled with a sauce stain and Jun-tae tried to understand a math memo, Si-eun kept his eyes on her. She wasn't smiling. She wasn't doing anything to be noticed. And yet, every detail of her presence electrified him: the sleeves that were too long, the dark circles under her eyes that shouldn't exist at her age, the way she stood as if breathing was an act that required permission.

Hu-min had gently pushed her back towards the curtain.

"I'll join you in a bit. Promise."

She had turned her head. Another moment. Just long enough for Si-eun to feel his breath catch in his throat.

She wasn't pretty, in the classic sense. Not radiant, nor gentle. She looked absent. Like a photograph too many years old. But that absence, that was precisely what had captured him. That void that called out. That void that screamed.

Since that night, he hadn't been able to shake it off.

He didn't yet know if it was attraction, compassion, or an obsession born of his own loneliness. But Y/N now haunted his silences. His analyses crumbled as soon as he thought of her. He had surprised himself by returning to the restaurant two days later, alone. Pretending he had forgotten something. Then another time. And again.

But she didn't reappear.

He understood that she rarely went out. And only to follow her brother's voice, like a cracked compass.

This made her absence more present than any presence.

He began to observe Hu-min, to dissect the moments when his mask slipped, when his laughter was too high-pitched. He told himself that he had to know. That he saw her suffering. But that he couldn't do anything. Not alone.

It was then that Yeon Si-eun felt the first real shiver of fear in a long time.

Not for himself.

For her.

And something within him stretched, slowly, painfully, like a promise being born in the dark: he would see her again. He would understand her. He had no right to ignore her.

Not her.

---

That day, Y/N rose slowly, as if each movement was a struggle against gravity. The curtain of the small room where she and her brother usually slept was drawn, and light barely filtered through the holes. She knew it had been too long since she had felt Hu-min's presence. It was a sensation she couldn't ignore, a void that wouldn't disappear. Usually, he was there, with his loud laughter and his voice too loud to be ignored. But today, it was as if he had gone silent.

She got up, her legs trembling with the effort, her bare feet softly hitting the cold floor. Each step brought her closer to the door, but she felt as if her body was resisting this movement, as if it didn't want to let her cross that threshold. Yet, she went out. The house felt different when Hu-min wasn't there to fill the space with his noisy presence, his incessant attempts to make her smile.

When she arrived at the school, the boys were in a classroom at the end of the hallway. The place, like everything else, was steeped in a heavy, cold atmosphere. It was where they often gathered, together, away from prying eyes. When Y/N entered the room, she paused for a moment on the threshold, her eyes frantically searching for the three boys.

Jun-tae looked up and, before Si-eun and Gotak had even reacted, he noticed her, his face hardening for an instant. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not now. Not in this state.

"Hu-min…" Her voice, trembling, broke the heavy silence of the room. "Where is he?"

The boys exchanged a quick glance. Si-eun didn't need more to understand. He knew this question was coming. He also knew what it implied. He couldn't tell her the truth, at least not bluntly. Not yet.

"He… he went somewhere. But he'll be back soon." Si-eun's answer was measured, almost cold, as if it belonged to a different world than Y/N's. He didn't dare worry her too much, but he felt a heavy truth beneath his words. "Don't worry, he just has some things to take care of."

Y/N looked at him, deep confusion in her eyes. She frowned. Her lips tightened, an expression of vulnerability that didn't suit her. "He promised me we'd go to the aquarium... We were supposed to… he was supposed to come back." She lowered her head, then, suddenly, her gaze fell on Gotak, whose face was graver than ever, and who looked away.

"He'll be back, Y/N. Don't worry," Gotak repeated, trying to sound reassuring, but his tone betrayed a worry that even he couldn't hide.

Y/N didn't answer immediately. She stared at the floor, her mind lost in a thick, distant haze. She wasn't in this room. Her thoughts were elsewhere, further away, towards a place where promises were broken, and where Hu-min was no longer the person she had known.

Sadness, an unbearable weight, slowly seeped into her. She felt like a spectator of her own life. She could no longer connect with others, understand laughter, understand words. She only knew that, without Hu-min, this world became too vast and too cold for her.

Yeon Si-eun finally stood up, his gaze fixed on Y/N with an intensity he hadn't yet dared to show her. He had seen the hidden suffering behind her eyes. He had seen the way she fled from herself, the way she hid in silence, as if she were afraid of everything that was alive. But he couldn't leave her in this state.

"He'll be back," he repeated, but this time, it wasn't a promise, it was a statement. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but he knew it wouldn't be easy for any of them.

Y/N didn't answer. She turned slowly and, without a word, left the room. The sound of her footsteps faded in the hallway, taking with it some of the heavy air in the room.

The boys remained there, not knowing what to say. Jun-tae sighed deeply. Gotak clenched his fists on the table. Si-eun, for his part, found himself once again facing the reality of the situation. He knew Y/N wouldn't see it this way, but he now understood that everything was connected: Hu-min, his laughter, his secrets, and Y/N's invisible suffering. They were caught in a vortex far more complex than they could have imagined.

But for now, they only had one thing to do: protect this fragile balance, protect the facade they were maintaining. Because it was all going to collapse soon.

That night, Y/N went to bed early, as was her habit. Her body was heavy, almost numb. But before closing her eyes, she thought of a promise Hu-min had made her. A promise he hadn't been able to keep.

"I'll be back."

---

FLASHBACK – About ten years ago

Little Y/N was barely five years old at the time. Two big, curious eyes, round cheeks, and that clear laugh that sounded like a jingle bell shaken a little too fast. She was shy, yes—she hid behind her brother when strangers spoke to them—but around him, she transformed.

With Hu-min, she was a sunbeam.

"Oppaaaaaa! You're running too fast!" she cried one day, arms outstretched, struggling to keep up with the two boys who were dashing ahead.

"You're too slow, Y/N! You're a slug!" Na Baek-jin teased, laughing.

"Am not!" she retorted, puffing out her cheeks. "You're cheating because you have dinosaur legs!"

The three children burst into laughter, collapsing onto the park ground, out of breath. Hu-min had grabbed his little sister and spun her around in the air before setting her down, laughing.

"There's my super flying Y/N! Faster than a hungry pigeon!"

She started laughing so hard that she got the hiccups.

In those days, Y/N thought life was simple: running, laughing, teasing Baek-jin, building forts under the sheets, and eating candy stolen from the cupboard when their father hadn't come home yet.

But the house changed when the sun went down.

And especially, it changed when their father came home.

The sound of the key in the lock froze the air. Silence fell like a contained storm.

Y/N would freeze. Always. Like an animal that hears the predator approaching. Hu-min, on the other hand, would switch to autopilot. He would go get their father's slippers, discreetly remove any bottles from the table, grab Y/N's hand, and take her to their small room.

"Close the door, okay? Don't say a word. Even if you hear shouting."

She would nod, trembling. Her hands were icy.

And the shouting would begin.

Not howls of pain. Not blows. But words that sliced through the air like blades.

> "Two parasites. The girl sleeps all day. The boy plays the hero. You're ruining my life."

Y/N would cry silently. Her body curled up under her blanket. Hu-min would come join her, sliding next to her like an invisible barrier between her and the walls of the world.

And then he would start. The little theater.

He would begin to whisper in the dark.

"You know what I saw today? A magpie trying to steal a sandwich! I swear, it looked guilty. Like it was about to be arrested by the police!"

Y/N sniffled.

"Magpies... do they go to prison?"

"Unless they write a ten-line poem to apologize. But yours just said 'caw-caw,' so it was put in a cell with a pigeon with a bad reputation."

A small laugh escaped Y/N's throat. Weak, but sincere.

That was all he wanted. A spark. A tiny ray.

Sometimes, he would make faces in the dark. Other times, he would mime a fight between a sock dragon and a sock knight. He would invent absurd songs that rhymed "kimchi" with "spaghetti" and "rocket" with "holey socks."

He would have given anything for her to keep that laugh.

But every year, he saw her close in on herself a little more. Every insult, every silence that followed the outbursts, chipped away a little more at the light she carried.

And he, Hu-min, fought back. In his own way.

He became louder, more alive. He laughed loudly for two. He rolled his eyes at every criticism, pretending it didn't affect him. But inside, he was slowly collapsing.

Y/N, on the other hand, was fading away.

And he clung to her as to a silent promise. That he would get her out of there. That he would always be there.

Because she was more than just a little sister.

She was the only person who had ever looked at him like a hero.

And he had no right to disappoint her.

Even if she no longer laughed.

Even if she was slowly fading before his eyes.

He would continue.

Until the end.

---

The Next Day

Yeon Si-eun hadn’t slept a wink all night.

He had replayed the scene over and over—Y/N’s figure, frail, worried, standing in the middle of the empty classroom, her voice cracking with fear as she asked, "Where's my brother?"

She had only stayed for a few minutes. But since then, she hadn't left his mind.

He hated himself for it.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him. He had built walls, erected defense strategies more complex than those of any opponent. He had always kept his distance. Observer. Neutral. Cold, some said. Prudent, he corrected.

But with her, there had been a hole in the armor. And through that hole, she had slipped. Not with words or smiles. But with her silence. With that pain suspended in the void of her eyes.

That morning, he had waited for the exact time he knew she would be alone. He had unconsciously memorized Y/N’s schedule. He knew she didn't eat in the morning. That she slept most of the time. But today, he was going to knock on her door.

Not out of altruism.

Not out of kindness.

But because he couldn't bear not seeing her anymore.

Hu-min had absentmindedly given him the address of the small apartment above the restaurant. Si-eun went there with a precise, almost military step. His hands were in his pockets, his thoughts hazy, but his heart beating fast. Much too fast. He hated this loss of control.

He knocked twice.

No answer.

He was about to leave, but the door finally opened. Slowly. As if it weighed a ton.

And Y/N was there. Her hair disheveled. Her face still blurred with sleep. She was wearing an oversized sweater, its sleeves falling over her hands. He read in her gaze the effort each step towards that door had cost her.

"Si-eun…?"

She seemed surprised. Almost wary.

He could have said he was passing "by chance." He could have made up an excuse.

But that wasn't his style.

"I wanted to see if you were okay."

She didn't answer. She blinked. Once. Twice.

And then, she stepped aside without a word.

He entered.

Silence settled in immediately. Si-eun didn't break it. He observed. The apartment was cramped, almost bare. Two mugs on the table, curtains permanently drawn, a mattress in a corner. And that smell of stale tea, of stagnant sleep.

She sat back down on the bed without looking at him. He remained standing at first. Then sat down on the floor, facing her, at a good distance.

Not a word.

And in that silence… something was born.

It wasn't a game of glances, nor an exchange of confidences. It was something else. A contained tension. A raw intimacy, without justification. A strange calm. He didn't need to understand her, nor to find the right words to soothe her.

She wasn't crying. She wasn't talking.

She was simply there.

And he was there too.

Then, slowly, her shoulders slumped. She rested her head against the wall, her eyelids half-closed. Si-eun didn't move. He watched her for a long time, until he felt her breathing regulate. And suddenly, he understood: she was asleep.

She had fallen asleep.

In his presence.

And it was an insane victory.

A shiver ran through him. Something feverish. Unhealthy perhaps, but irrepressible. She had granted him a trust that no one else had. She had let her guard down. He had become a fixed point in her blurry world.

And in his, she had become an obsession.

Since that day, he returned. Every day. At the same time.

He never warned her. But she always opened the door a little before. Sometimes barely conscious, other times already sitting, her eyes vacant. As if her body had sensed him. As if a part of her wanted to see him.

He always brought something. Jasmine tea. Pieces of sweet bread. A novel. A potted plant. Discreet, almost ridiculous things. And yet, every detail had been weighed, considered, chosen for her.

But it wasn't the objects that mattered. It was his presence. Constant.

He didn't ask questions. Didn't force anything.

Sometimes they talked.

About trivialities. The weather. A memory. A dream.

And sometimes not at all.

But he felt that something was changing. Slowly. A crack in the marble.

She was beginning to wait for him.

And he… he no longer thought of anything else.

The outside world had faded. Even his strategies, his fights, his calculations were erased. He no longer recognized himself. He would catch himself looking at his phone, listening to the slightest sound, hoping it was her. He observed the smallest details: the way she pushed up her sleeves, how her fingers absentmindedly twisted a strand of hair, how she stared at the ceiling when she thought he wasn't looking.

He didn't just want her close. He wanted to be everything to her.

Her thought. Her refuge. Her center.

And that thought, although he kept it silent, consumed him.

But Y/N was getting increasingly worse.

Some days, she didn't even get up. She would lie there, turned towards the wall, her eyes open without really seeing. Other times, she would talk about herself—rarely, but with a sharp lucidity.

"It's weird," she said one evening, her eyes vacant. "I feel everything. And nothing. As if I'm transparent… and heavy at the same time."

Si-eun didn't answer. He was too afraid that the slightest word would break this moment.

She continued:

"Sometimes, I just want to sleep… for a long time. And for everyone to forget I exist."

His own heart clenched. A dull ache. An icy fear.

And anger. A furious anger at this world that had broken her. At that father, at that indifference, at the weight she carried alone.

He wanted to scream for her. Fight for her. Pull her out of this abyss with the strength of his arms.

But he only did one thing: he placed his hand against hers. And this time, she didn't pull it away.

Since then, he woke up every morning with only one thought: to see her again.

He lived for that suspended moment between them, in that narrow room, where nothing hurt anymore. He didn't say it, but he knew: he was falling. And it wasn't pure love. It was deeper. More twisted.

He wanted her to see him.

To need him.

For him to be the only thing standing in her collapsing world.

And without realizing it, Y/N was letting him in a little more each day.

She didn't smile. But she listened to him.

She didn't always speak. But she stayed.

And for Si-eun, that was all it took.

He had promised himself, in silence: he would never leave her alone again.

Even if she didn't love him.

Even if she didn't look at him.

He would stay.

Until she no longer needed anyone but him.

---

POV Hu-min

That night, the air reeked of grease, stale tobacco, and lies.

Hu-min, now called "Baku" in certain circles he should never have approached, watched the purple neon lights of the bowling alley flicker like a warning. Each flash seemed to tell him: "You're no longer who you pretend to be." But he went in anyway. Because he had no choice.

Na Baek-jin was there, of course. Sitting on the worn leatherette bench, surrounded by two guys older than him. One was cleaning a baseball bat with a dirty rag. The other was finishing a bowl of tteokbokki with lazy gestures.

"You're on time. That's new, Baku," Baek-jin said without looking up.

Hu-min didn't answer. He had learned not to.

The game had changed a long time ago. Baek-jin was no longer the kid who ran around the park with him and Y/N. He had become the kind of guy who spoke softly but whose silences killed more than words. Hu-min knew what was hidden behind that calm. Anger. Resentment. A will to dominate that was no longer childish.

And he also knew one thing: Baek-jin was using him. But he also had everything he needed to destroy him.

"We spotted a guy delivering for a rival gang. He goes through the river road around 11 PM. You stop him. You get the bag. And if he resists, you shut him up."

Hu-min clenched his fists. "You mean I have to beat him up."

"You've always been quick to understand. That's what I like about you."

A sneer split Baek-jin's face. He loved this power. This control. And Hu-min felt every fiber of his being scream in despair. He wasn't that kind of guy. He had never been that kind of guy.

But he did it anyway.

Because one day, Baek-jin had come knocking on his door, a smile plastered on his face:

> "Your old man owed money. A lot. Now you pay. With your time, your body, your loyalty. And if you try to run... I know guys who know how to make silent girls talk."

He hadn't needed to say her name. Y/N was the ultimate leverage.

Since then, Hu-min had taken it all. The blows, the orders, the shame. He smiled like an idiot at the restaurant. He cracked jokes with his friends. But he lost pieces of himself with every night spent with these guys.

And he had believed that as long as Y/N stayed out of all this, he could keep going. Until he found a way out.

But he hadn't expected her to look for him.

Bowling Alley, a few days later

Y/N had had to gather all the energy she had left to go out. A rare thing. But her brother's absence was a dull ache that grew with each passing hour. He hadn't come home for two days. He wasn't answering. He hadn't left any messages.

Something was wrong.

So she had gotten up. She had put on an oversized sweatshirt, her worn sneakers, and gone to where her friends said he sometimes hung out: an old bowling alley near the canal. A den of delinquents. She knew what people whispered. But she didn't care.

She walked through the door into a din of cheesy music and crashing pins. The smell assaulted her immediately, but she held her ground. She scanned the room, her throat tight.

And then she saw him.

Baek-jin.

He hadn't changed. Well, physically maybe. He had grown taller, broader, but his eyes… they were the same. Cold, calculating. And she immediately felt a mixture of annoyance, pain, and memories she wished she could erase.

She walked forward, straight, awkward, but determined. "Where's my brother?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, but firm.

Baek-jin stared at her slowly. He tilted his head. "Y/N? Is that you? I almost didn't recognize you."

He smiled, but there was nothing kind in that smile. "Your brother is busy. He's doing what he needs to do to protect you, you should be grateful to him."

"Stop your bullshit," she murmured, her eyes shining. "You have no idea what he's sacrificing for you."

And that's when he arrived. Hu-min. Out of breath. Dirty. His jaw clenched.

"Y/N… what the hell are you doing here?!"

She turned to him. Her eyes pleaded. "I'm looking for you. You disappear. You don't come home. You haven't eaten. You don't look at me anymore. What are you doing, Baku? Huh? What are you doing?!"

Y/N only saw her brother. And what she read in his eyes wasn't anger. It was shame.

And that's what broke her.

"Why are you doing this, Hu-min? Why are you doing this for him?"

"Because I don't have a choice!" he blurted out. "Because if I don't, he'll destroy you. He's pushing our shitty father to the edge. He's offing the guys I care about."

His voice trembled. "So I get dirty. Instead of you. For you. So you can just… sleep. Breathe. Without him taking away what little you have left."

She looked at him for a long time. And it wasn't anger he saw on her face. It was pain.

Naked pain. Raw. Immense.

"But you're destroying yourself," she whispered. "And I can't… I can't lose you too."

He wanted to tell her it was nothing. That he would handle it. But his words died in his throat. He couldn't lie to those eyes. Not to her.

He stepped closer, grabbed her shoulders. "You have to get out of here. Now."

"You think I sleep to forget? I sleep because I already feel dead. But you're not helping me come back. You're leaving."

The silence that followed was heavier than the shouts.

And Baek-jin, behind them, was amused. "Your sister's brave. I like her. She's grown up."

"Shut up," Hu-min growled without turning around.

He turned towards the exit. Spotted a familiar figure. Si-eun.

He waved him over. "Take her home. She shouldn't be here. She's not made for this."

Si-eun hesitated. Y/N struggled a little, her eyes wet, her body tense. But when she met Si-eun's serious gaze, she understood. He wouldn't force her. But he would protect her.

She nodded. Just a small nod. A silent pact.

And she went out.

But as she crossed the threshold, she swore one thing: She would find out everything. She would no longer let her brother sink into the darkness alone.

---

Outside, the air was glacial. A cutting wind. A fierce silence.

Y/N walked ahead, arms crossed, face closed off. Si-eun followed her without a word. He always kept that distance of a step or two, never too close, never too far—as if he were walking a fragile ridge between modesty and instinct.

But tonight, something was different.

Y/N hadn't uttered a word since they left the bowling alley. Her back was stiff, her fists clenched, and her figure seemed to float, as if she were walking without really touching the ground.

Si-eun felt it. A tension too strong. An invisible weight bending her over. And that, he couldn't ignore.

"Do you want to sit down for a moment?" he finally asked, his voice softer than usual.

She didn't answer. But she stopped.

They were in a quiet alley, a little off the road. A wooden bench, under a pale streetlamp, creaked in the wind. She sat down without a word, and he did the same beside her.

Silence settled in again. But this time, it wasn't a comfortable silence. It was a threatening void, filled with echoes.

Y/N hugged her knees to her chest. Her face turned towards the ground. And then:

"I don't recognize him anymore."

Si-eun didn't answer.

She continued, more softly:

"Hu-min. He smiles like everything's fine. But it's not true. I saw him tonight. He's not my brother anymore. He's a ghost. And I didn't see it coming."

She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice trembled:

"He protected me, Si-eun. I didn't know. I slept while he got dirty to keep me away. I should have fought for him."

He looked at her, his heart aching. His throat tightened. He hated seeing her like this.

"You don't sleep to escape," he said gently. "You sleep to survive."

She turned her eyes to him, surprised.

"You do what you can. Like him. You're the same."

She looked down again. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"I hate myself for it."

Si-eun inhaled slowly. His body tense, but his voice calm:

"Then I'm going to tell you something you often forget. It's not your fault."

Y/N closed her eyes.

"Yes, it is."

"No, Y/N. It's not your fault your father was violent. It's not your fault your brother sacrificed himself. And it's not your fault you care about them so much it hurts."

He turned slightly towards her. She didn't dare move.

"You think you're weak. That you're a burden. But you're still here. You've survived things that would have destroyed other people."

She hugged her arms to herself, and her voice broke:

"And you, aren't you afraid of me? Of what I am?"

He barely shrugged.

"I'm afraid you'll disappear."

That sentence did something to her. She finally turned her head towards him. And what she saw in his eyes wasn't pity. It was deeper. Sharper. A mixture of contained obsession and wild tenderness. Something that said I'm here. And I won't leave.

They stayed like that, looking at each other for a long time. As if the world around them was fading away.

Then Y/N spoke, almost in a whisper:

"When I'm with you… I don't need to pretend. No need to talk. And yet… I feel less alone."

Si-eun lowered his eyes. A part of him wanted to take her in his arms. To hold her so tight she couldn't escape. But he held back. Instead, he murmured:

"It's the same for me."

The cold deepened. So they started walking again.

They walked side by side, in silence, their shoulders sometimes brushing against each other. Y/N seemed a little more present. More grounded. But a new fatigue weighed on her. An emotional fatigue, deeper than sleepless nights.

They crossed a small metal bridge, their steps echoing on the rusty plates. The street wasn't very well lit. A pale light filtered through the bare branches.

And then, everything changed.

A dull, brutal roar. An engine rumble that tore through the silence. A sound too fast. Too close.

Si-eun's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out mechanically, just a glance… and that's when he saw it.

A truck.

A heavy truck, speeding, without headlights, without brakes. Heading straight for Y/N.

His heart exploded in a flash of panic. He yelled:

"Y/N!"

She didn't have time to react.

He lunged. Pure instinct. He threw his phone to the ground. His arm shot out, grabbed Y/N by the waist.

And he pushed her.

But not far enough.

The truck hit them.

A dull thud. A metallic crash. Then silence.

They flew. The world spun, turned upside down, blurred.

And everything stopped.

Y/N's body rolled onto the asphalt, inert. Si-eun's, further away, lay at an odd angle, his arm bleeding, his head against a post.

The wind whistled softly.

The neon signs in the distance still flickered, indifferent.

And everything sank into darkness.

---

Seoul University Hospital — Intensive Care Unit

The white ceiling pulsed gently beneath the neon lights, like a heart hesitating between beating and stopping. The sharp smell of antiseptic floated, mixed with the more subtle scent of dried blood, plastic, and anguish.

In room 407, two beds side by side. Two still bodies. Connected to machines that made the muffled sound of survivors being held back.

Y/N.

Si-eun.

Hu-min’s hands had been covered in blood when they found them.

He still remembered it. He was running, his feet slipping on the wet asphalt, his breath catching in his throat. Gotak was shouting behind him, but he wasn’t listening. He had just seen Y/N’s figure, lying in the pale light of a streetlamp. And next to her, a body. Stiff. Blood.

He had screamed.

He hadn’t remembered screaming so loudly since the last time their father had thrown a plate against the wall.

Juntae had called the ambulance. Gotak had crouched down beside Si-eun. But Hu-min hadn’t moved. He was looking at Y/N’s face. His little sister. Silent. Broken.

As if death had finally managed to catch up with her.

And he hadn’t been able to do anything.

Again.

He had been at the hospital for two days. He slept little. Barely ate. He spent long hours simply staring at the heart monitors, watching for the slightest sign. He spoke to no one. Even the doctors no longer dared to ask him questions.

He had sat down between the two beds. A metal chair. A wall behind him. His eyes fixed on the ceiling.

When Si-eun opened his eyes, it was first a flutter of eyelids, then a painful grimace on his face.

He moved. Slowly. Like someone returning from a long journey deep within themselves.

"Y/N…?"

His voice was hoarse. Crushed. He tried to sit up, but a groan escaped him.

Hu-min stood up abruptly, his heart pounding.

"Si-eun? You're awake? Damn… you're awake."

But the other barely looked at him. His eyes went from one wall to the other, then settled on the figure in the next bed.

"She… she is…?"

"Still in a coma," Hu-min replied in a grave voice.

Silence fell like a leaden blanket. Si-eun stared at Y/N without blinking. Her face didn't move, but her hands were trembling.

"I tried to push her."

"I know."

"I didn't make it."

"I know."

A breath. Hesitant.

"I should have… been faster."

Hu-min approached. He placed a hand on Si-eun’s shoulder, without saying a word. A simple gesture. But heavy. Full of unspoken gratitude.

Si-eun looked away. His teeth clenched.

"Why was she in the street that night? Why is she like this? Why does she… let herself drift as if she wants to disappear?"

He broke off. He couldn't speak anymore.

And Hu-min understood that this moment was coming. That he could no longer put off the truth.

So he sat down. Slowly. And spoke.

"She met a guy a year ago. Someone older. A literature student, I think. He had that charm… you know, the kind who speaks softly, recites poems, makes her feel seen."

"And then?"

"Then he started locking her in her own guilt."

Hu-min closed his eyes. The pain rose, thick, suffocating.

"He would self-harm. He told her it was because of her. That if he wasn't okay, it was because she didn't love him enough. That his suffering was proof of his love. And that if she left him, it would mean she was cruel. A bad person."

Si-eun froze.

"He made her feel guilty… for his own wounds?"

"Yes."

A long silence. The kind of silence that hurts.

"He broke her," Hu-min finally said. "Not with blows. But with words. He turned her insecurities against her. He dug into her weaknesses, gently, until she collapsed."

He inhaled. His fists clenched.

"And I didn't see it coming. I thought she was getting better. She was making an effort. She even smiled. But it was fake. She carried all that inside her… alone. Because she didn't want to worry me."

Si-eun looked at him, his eyes shining. He understood too well what that meant.

"She believed she had to earn love," he said slowly. "That she had to sacrifice herself to be accepted. That she had to fix broken people, even if it destroyed her."

"Yes."

The two young men looked at each other.

Si-eun looked away first. He wanted to scream, to hit something. But all he could do was grip the sheets until his knuckles turned white.

"I love her," he said in a calm, almost strange tone.

Hu-min stared at him.

"I know."

"But it's not a sweet, pretty little thing. It's not a simple love. It's a need. It's… visceral. As if I grew up to find her. As if everything in me had waited for her. Her sadness. Her silences. The way she speaks as if she doesn't want to disturb the air around her."

He began to tremble slightly.

"And it drives me crazy, because I want to save her. But I know I can't do it alone. And I don't want to become like the other one, the one who hurt her. I don't want her to think she owes me anything."

His voice broke.

"I just… want her to live."

Hu-min stood up slowly. He looked at Y/N. She didn't move. But her chest rose. Slowly. Weakly.

"Then you've already done more than most," he murmured. "You protected her without demanding anything. You put your body in the way of hers. And she'll remember that. When she comes back, she'll know. That you were there."

Si-eun closed his eyes. A tear rolled down his temple.

"She's going to come back, right?"

Hu-min didn't answer immediately.

Then:

"She's strong. Stronger than me. She holds on. Even in the dark. She'll find her way."

And in the blue light of the hospital room, two hearts beat slowly. A brother and a lover, sitting at the bedside of a girl who couldn't hear them.

But who, somewhere, far away in the darkness of her own coma, felt their presence.

And that, perhaps, was already a beginning.

---

Three weeks later

The days had blurred together. A bottomless hourglass, where the light only served to remind of the absence. Y/N had not woken up. But Si-eun had not left her bedside.

Every morning, he arrived with books. Crime novels, poetry collections, manhwas folded in half. He read aloud, even when he was sure she couldn’t hear him. He gently placed his hand on hers, as if trying to transmit a bit of human warmth.

He also talked to her. Not too loudly, just enough for her to know he was there. That she wasn’t alone. He told her about the taste of cold coffee in the cafeteria, Juntae’s nonsense, Gotak’s nervous silences, Hu-min’s dark circles. And sometimes, he shared his own thoughts, unfiltered. The regrets. The memories. The silly dreams. As if he were confiding in her his personal diary.

And even though she didn’t move, even though she didn’t speak, he felt that something was happening. A link. Silent, but real.

Hu-min also visited. Less often, lately. He had said he had "things to take care of." But in his eyes, there was something more. A fire. A decision.

And this morning, it was finally over.

It was a pale hour, almost silent. The sun was barely rising over the concrete rooftops. In an abandoned warehouse, somewhere near the port, four of them dragged themselves against the walls. Four bloodied silhouettes, clothes in tatters, muscles burnt out.

Baku.

Si-eun.

Gotak.

Juntae.

They didn’t need to speak. They had held on. They had won. Baek-jin was nothing more than a name to erase, a specter that would no longer have control over them.

Hu-min collapsed against a metal barrier, gasping for breath, his hands covered in blood, his eyes red. He felt as though the world had stopped. That there was nothing left to prove, nothing left to hide.

Then his phone vibrated.

An unknown number. The hospital.

He answered without thinking.

— Hello?

A soft, calm voice.

— Mr. Park Hu-min?

— Yes.

— I’m calling from the University Hospital. Your sister… she woke up.

The world stopped for a moment.

He didn’t respond right away. He couldn’t.

His heart was pounding like an alarm.

— What…?

— She’s still weak. But she woke up. She opened her eyes. She asked… "Is my brother here?"

He let out a laugh. Choked. Halfway between a sob and a sigh of relief.

— Thank you. Thank you. Thank you...

Gotak and Juntae froze. Si-eun straightened up, his face tense.

— What? What happened?

Hu-min lifted his eyes to them. And despite the blood on his face, the bruises, the crushing fatigue, he smiled.

A true smile. Rare.

— She’s awake.

No one spoke.

Then Si-eun sprang to his feet, unsteady. He barely managed to grab the edge of the wall to avoid falling again.

— Y/N?!

Hu-min nodded. His eyes shining.

— She opened her eyes. She’s waiting for us.

Without another word, they all set off.

Broken. Trembling.

But standing.

And alive.

Heading toward her.

---

The soft afternoon light barely pierced through the drawn curtains. The distant hum of machines, almost imperceptible, filled the room. The hospital, like a quiet prison, hung suspended between life and suffering.

Si-eun waited, silent. He had settled in a corner, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on Y/N’s frail figure, lying on her bed, a blanket draped over her legs. Her features had changed, as if everything about her breathed the fragility and gentleness of a return to life. She seemed lighter, closer to the stars, as if the depression that had gnawed at her for so long was, at least momentarily, behind her.

The others, Gotak, Juntae, and even Hu-min, were not far away. But no one wanted to be the first to cross that boundary. The crucial moment, the one where you know you must leave space, breathe, take your time. It was a miracle. But also a moment of absolute fragility.

And then, in an almost imperceptible breath, Y/N’s eyes opened.

She didn't remember the pain. She only remembered the void. Days, weeks where reality was nothing more than a blurry place. But there, suddenly, she could feel the light of the world penetrate her soul.

She blinked, disoriented. Then, she turned her head. She knew. She felt the familiar presence. She felt it before she heard it.

Hu-min.

He hadn't changed. He was still the same, the brother she had always loved. The man who, even in his darkest moments, had stayed there, by her side. And despite the pain that could still be read in his eyes, despite the scars that marked his soul, he was there. He was there for her.

"Y/N!" he cried, with such force that he could have knocked down the walls. A cry of relief, of pure joy. He threw himself on her, without thinking, taking her in his arms.

She smiled, weakly at first. Then a burst of laughter escaped her lips. A sincere laugh. A child's laugh. The one that used to fill their house with happiness. That laugh she had forgotten, but found again like a buried treasure.

"I… I'm here, Y/N. I'm here, don't worry," he murmured, his eyes shining with tears. He caressed her hair, as he had done when she was little. An infinite tenderness, a raw, sincere, almost selfish love. Because he never wanted to lose her again.

The others were there too. Gotak and Juntae had stepped back, observing the scene with respect and a touch of awkwardness. Si-eun, for his part, couldn't even breathe anymore. His heart was beating faster. Too fast. Emotions overwhelmed him. He had seen Y/N suffer, get lost. He had seen her dark, broken, and there, before him, she was alive again.

She was there. She was breathing. She was smiling.

For him, for Hu-min, for everything he had always wanted. And yet, this scene, more than anything, gave birth in him to a sweet and fierce rage. A rage to want to protect her, to want to be the one who could save her from everything. He wanted to be the man by her side, the man she could lean on, the man who could make her smile forever.

He approached them, despite his pain. He stopped just behind Hu-min, and in an almost timid voice, he said:

"She… is she okay?"

He couldn't look at Y/N. He couldn't. He felt that if his eyes met hers, he wouldn't be able to contain everything he felt. But Hu-min then turned to him, as if inviting him into their bubble. He knew that, in a way, Si-eun was part of their family. He had understood that after everything that had happened. It was the first time he had seen him so vulnerable. Because Si-eun, all that calm, that inner strength he exuded, looked, at that moment, like a lost man. Like a man who had lost himself in a sea of feelings he no longer knew how to control.

"Yes, she's okay," Hu-min replied, with a smile that wasn't quite happy, but was that of a man finding peace again.

Y/N turned her eyes to Si-eun, almost instinctively. She stared at him for a long time. As if she sensed that depth in him, a form of pain he hid, but which she perceived perfectly.

Si-eun, slowly, moved to the bed, and leaned slightly, placing a trembling hand on the edge of the mattress.

She looked at him with an uncertain air, wondering what had driven him to stay. Why him? Why was he there?

Si-eun didn't have the courage to speak. He shook his head, a little lost, but her gaze made all the difference. He wanted to say something. To break the silence. But he couldn't. He didn't have the words.

So, in a surge of uncontrollable emotion, he leaned down slightly and placed a kiss on her forehead. A light kiss, almost like a caress, a kiss that carried all the warmth of his heart. That kiss was a promise. A silent promise. He would be there. No matter the cost.

She closed her eyes under his kiss. And, for a fraction of a second, she felt safe. She felt that presence, that warmth… He didn't need to speak. It was enough for him to be there.

But everything wasn't that simple.

Later, after the others had left the room to rest and tend to their wounds, Si-eun stayed. He was there, silent. He couldn't leave. He couldn't leave her.

He got up and went to the shelf. His eyes fell on an old photo of Y/N. She was a child, with round cheeks and a radiant smile. He had never seen such a sincere smile. A smile that wasn't tarnished by pain. A smile that still resembled her, despite the time.

"Was that you?" Si-eun asked, his voice soft.

Y/N joined him gently, her gaze locked on Si-eun's. She nodded.

"Yes, that was me. Before… before all this. Before I forgot everything."

He turned to her, touched. This photo represented the young girl he had always seen in his dreams, the person he had always wanted to protect. His heart ached.

"You still look a little like her," he said, his voice full of tenderness.

For the first time, Y/N felt her heart warm. It was the first time someone had spoken of her like that. Not as a victim. Not as someone broken. But as a person. A real person.

She looked at him, a slight smile on her lips.

"It's the first time anyone's spoken to me like that."

Si-eun approached, his eyes shining with emotion. He leaned down gently and caressed her face, his fingertips brushing the scratch that marked her cheek. He was hurting, but he didn't want to show it.

"Are you okay?" she asked him, her gaze worried.

He laughed softly, but his smile couldn't hide the pain in his eyes.

"Yes, it's nothing. But you… are you okay?"

She placed her hand on his face, feeling the warmth of his skin. It was her, this time, who wanted to take care of him. She gently took a small bandage and placed it on his bruised face. It was a simple gesture, but it had something significant about it. She was healing him, for the first time.

Their eyes met. Then, all of a sudden, he couldn't hold back anymore. He leaned down and, in a gesture filled with passion and affection, placed a kiss on her lips. That kiss… it was more than a declaration of love. It was the fulfillment of a dream he had kept within him for weeks. A tender kiss, almost desperate, but filled with promises.

Y/N closed her eyes under that kiss, and her heart began to beat faster. A shiver ran through her body. She felt, for the first time in a long time, a warmth, an inner peace. Something that made her feel whole, even if everything was still blurry around her.

They barely moved apart, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

"I'll always be here," Si-eun whispered, his voice broken with emotion.

And she, without hesitation, placed her hand over his heart.

"Me too."

And for the first time in so long, she felt at home.

Because yes. Between the scars, there is love.

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#weak hero #park humin #yeon sieun

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ilovethe141 · 2 days ago

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advice 4 i beg 💗💗💗💗💗

Advice.. IV

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Summary: You‘re forced to visit the boss

Warnings: Mild angst, threats

A/N: upss 🤭

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You had barely slept since that night.

Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the flicker of Seongje’s face livid, protective, blood smeared knuckles trembling not from fear, but fury. You still felt the ghost of his arms around you, the way his jaw had locked when he whispered, “No one touches you.”

But peace never lasts long in this world not when the Union was involved.

You should’ve known it wouldn’t end there.

You were walking back from a bookstore when the first shadow fell behind you. At first, you thought it was just a passerby until the second one stepped out in front of you.

You turned around, heart thudding.

Two boys. Older. Union. You recognized them one of them had been in that alley. The other was new. The moment your eyes met, the one in front smirked like he knew a secret you didn’t.

“You thought that was the end of it?” he said.

You took a step back, glancing around the nearly empty street. “I’m just going home.”

“Not yet you’re not,” the first one said. “Boss wants to see you.”

You hesitated. “I didn’t do anything.”

He grabbed your arm not hard, not gentle either. “Doesn’t matter. You’re part of something now.”

You tried to jerk free. “Let me go.”

They didn’t.

By the time you reached the bowling alley, your legs were weak.

The place has dim lights, music thudding faintly, the occasional crash of pins. But they didn’t take you to the lanes.

They took you through the back door, down a narrow hallway, and into that room. Na Baekjin’s room.

It smelled like cold smoke and old wood.

He was already sitting in the leather booth in the corner, his legs crossed, spinning a ring slowly on one finger. A soda can sat untouched on the table. His expression was unreadable. Calm. Dangerous.

“Close the door,” he said.

They did.

Then you were alone with him.

He didn’t speak right away. Just watched you. Studied you like something under glass.

“So,” he said finally, his voice almost amused. “You’re the girl.”

You swallowed. “What do you mean?”

Baekjin leaned forward, elbows on the table. “The one Seongje fought over.”

You said nothing.

He tilted his head. “You know how many years I’ve known him? Since before he could throw a punch. And not once, not once have I seen him lay out one of our own over anything personal.”

Your throat went dry.

“I don’t care who you are,” Baekjin said, voice tightening. “But you caused problems. That guy he beat? He’s not some random. He answers to me. And now I’ve got half the boys questioning if Seongje’s loyalty is slipping.”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “He was protecting me. They hit me.”

“I know,” Baekjin said smoothly. “I saw the footage.”

You froze.

He leaned back, stretching his arm across the seat. “We record the exits near the alley. Saw you stumble in, saw what they did. Saw what he did to them.”

You couldn’t breathe for a moment.

“But see, here’s the thing,” he continued, casual. “I don’t like it when my guys step out of line. And I don’t like secrets in my territory. So you’re gonna tell me the truth now.”

Silence.

“Are you with him?” he asked flatly.

You didn’t speak.

“You don’t answer, I take it as yes.”

You met his eyes finally, your voice shaking. “What does it matter?”

Baekjin stood.

He walked over slowly, deliberately, until he was in front of you.

“I don’t care about your little romance,” he said. “What I do care about is control. Respect. And the fact that he risked both for a girl no one knew existed? That’s not good for anyone.”

You held your chin high, even as your stomach twisted. “If you’re going to do something to me, just do it.”

Baekjin looked almost impressed. “You’ve got teeth.”

“I don’t scare easy.”

“That’s cute,” he said, stepping away. “But fear isn’t the point. This is a message.”

“To who?”

“To him.”

The door opened behind you.

You turned and there he was.

Seongje.

Breathing hard. Like he’d run the whole way. His eyes locked on you instantly, and the second he saw you in that room, something in his expression snapped.

“Get away from her,” he said, stepping forward.

Baekjin held up a hand. “Relax. She’s fine. I just wanted a talk.”

“You sent your dogs after her.”

“I told them to bring her, not drag her.”

“She’s not part of this,” Seongje growled.

“She is now. You made her part of it when you spilled blood over her.”

Seongje’s fist clenched at his side.

You stepped toward him. “I’m okay. I promise.”

But when he looked at you, really looked at you his face twisted with something deeper. Not just rage.

Guilt.

“Don’t come near her again,” he said to Baekjin. “Don’t send anyone. Don’t talk to her. Or I’ll burn this whole place down.”

Baekjin looked at him. “That’s cute. You threatening me over a girl?”

Seongje didn’t blink. “She’s not just a girl.”

And when he walked out with you, his hand brushed yours not in front of them, not fully, but enough that you knew.

He wasn’t going to hide it anymore.

#weak hero #geum seongje

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ilovethe141 · 2 days ago

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this is too good

Courtside Confessions 🏀❤️

18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Hoomin (Baku) X F reader

Genre: smut, protected sex, college, semi public, school’s changing room, cocky but romantic Hoomin wants you hihi

Warnings: semi public sex

wc: Around 3.2k ?

Disclaimer: I made this for a friend (YAYYY) thanks to my pookie who’s reading this, ya know who you are! For other readers, sorry my first language isn’t English, so please excuse any mistakes I make or weird sentence structures I might’ve made!!

It was one of those golden evenings where the air in the gym practically filled with anticipation. The stands were full, the music was loud, and every time Hoomin touched the ball, the crowd went wild.

He wasn’t just good at basketball, he lived for the crowd’s cheers. Every spin move, every no-look pass, every high five with his teammates was a performance.

The grin on his face practically gleamed under the gym lights. The confidence? Off the charts. The cockiness? Absolutely earned. The attention? He was soaked and could almost drown with it.

But still, even in the middle of the game, his eyes searched the bleachers until they found you. He’s kinda like an idol, everyone swears they’ve made eye contact with him, or swear they caught his attention.

You were already looking at him, holding up a sign you’d made just to mess with him. Big bold letters: “Try not not get hit by the ball, big head” You blew him a sarcastic kiss.

He laughed mid-play, actually missed a pass because of it, and got elbowed in the ribs by a teammate.

Worth it.

After the game, everyone surrounded him, teachers, friends, total strangers. A lot of girls of all grades jumping in the crowd, hoping to get an interaction with him. But he weaved through the chaos like he always did, looking for you like a magnet.

You were waiting in the hallway just outside the locker room, leaning against the cool brick wall like you had all the time in the world.

“Look who it is,” you hiss as he approached, gym bag thrown over one shoulder and sweat still shining on his neck and forehead. “I noticed you missed a bunch of shots, wonder why the crowd still applauds you” you joke

Hoomin gave you that signature smirk. “Are you jealous of all the attention I get, or just mad I didn’t wink at you mid throw?”

“Your ego is so fambloyant I thought it was the sunlight hitting me through the window” you retorted, but you were already smiling.

He stepped closer, invading your space just enough to make your heart skip. He said, voice low. “You always keep your eyes on me.”

That earned him an eye roll, which he clearly loved. You tried to play it cool, but the warmth radiating off him was too hard to ignore.

Especially when he leaned one arm above your head against the wall as if there wasn’t plenty of room next to you to lay against the wall. His head tilting enough trying to make you nervous.

It was always like this with Hoomin. A constant flirtatious energy in the air, playful but electric. He flirted with everyone, but when he flirted with you, it felt personal. Or maybe that’s what each of them felt like.. maybe you were just as delusional as all the others.

You both stood there, close enough to feel the heat between you, the hallway quiet like the calm after the storm. He glanced down at your lips, then back at your eyes.

“You keep playing games,” he starts, “but every time you show up to my games, sit in the front row, wear my number… I know you’re not just messing around.”

You puffed just slightly. “Maybe I like watching you.”

“Yeah?” he asked still out of breath, eyes not leaving yours “What else do you like?”

You didn’t answer right away. Your heart pumped hard in your chest as you stared at him, his loud breath only sounded more serious. He wasn’t just being cocky anymore, he was being real.

“I like it when you’re not trying to impress everyone,” you said quietly, finally breaking eye contact from the pressure. “When you’re just… this version of you. With me.”

His breath caught.

“God, you make it hard to keep my cool,” he muttered, suddenly reaching up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed your cheek, warm and slow.

You felt your whole body tense at the intimacy of it, your usual witty retort completely gone.

“I like it when you mess with me,” he added. “But I love it when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you asked, genuinely curious, your voice smaller, vulnerable.

“Like you see past all of it.” He gazed from your left eye to your right, like it was the entry to your soul.

The air between you was different now. Hoomin leaned in, close enough that his lips grazed your cheekbone. “I could kiss you right now,” he whispered, his voice shaky.

You swallowed hard. “You’re all sweaty.”

He laughed, warm and throaty. “You like it.”

Maybe you did. You didn’t answer.

His hand dropped to your waist, fingers brushing over your shirt lightly, almost testing you. You shivered instantly, trying not to show it but the smirk that spread across his face told you he noticed.

“Come with me,” he said, tugging your hand gently. “Locker room’s empty now.”

You raised a brow. “You’re inviting me into a sweaty locker room? How romantic.”

He leaned in close again. “I’ll make it worth your time.”

Your heartbeat quickened. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of how flustered you were, but the truth was, you wanted to follow him.

Even though you always teased him.

Even though you claimed you weren’t impressed.

Because this wasn’t just the cocky basketball star anymore. This was Hoomin, with his ridiculous grin and his stupidly perfect smile and his rare, unguarded moments that made you melt.

And when he looked at you like that, like you were the center of his universe, it was hard not to give in.

So you followed him.

And for once, you didn’t feel like messing with him at all. He couldn’t believe how easily you’d listen to him without making little comments.

Hoomin had half the school wrapped around his finger most days, flirting came as easy as breathing.

But with you? Every comeback you gave him, every playful joke, every little smirk you gave him, it knocked him off his game in ways a basketball couldn’t match.

The locker room was quiet, dim except for the faint overhead light humming above the rows of lockers. He dropped his bag with a loud sound and turned to you, taking in the way your eyes scanned the space, curious, but you also felt out of place, this is a boy’s restroom.. pretty much.

“You know,” his cocky tone softened, “You’re the reason I missed so many shots” he dried his face with a towel

You tilted your head. “Why’s that?”

He was hesitant, not his usual kind. He almost looked.. shaken up? Vulnerable even. “You make jt hard to focus” He was only more and more confusing. He’s far from the type to beat around the bush but it’s like he was hiding the craziest secret from you right now.

He just closed the gap between you, one hand finding the small of your back, the other rising to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed your cheek as he leaned in suddenly, slow, sincere, and soft, giving you every chance to pull away.

Your eyes widened, the sudden gesture making your body warmer than it already was. But you didn’t pull away.

The kiss started soft. Testing the waters. Plump lips pressed against yours with focus, like he was memorizing how you tasted. But then your hand fisted in his shirt, and that was it, he deepened the kiss, lips parting, breath unbeat with yours as he pulled you in tighter.

Everything slowed down.

He felt the way you sighed against his mouth, the way your hands moved from his shirt to his waist, gripping lightly like you didn’t want him going anywhere.

He wouldn’t have even if you asked him to.

When he pulled back, just a little, he rested his forehead against yours. Both of you breathing harder now, caught in the moment. Looking at your pretty zoned out face from up close.

“God, you drive me insane,” he murmured. “You always act like I don’t faze you, but then you’re looking at me like that and I—” he broke off, laughing softly. “You make me so uncertain, like no other”

That look, vulnerable, wide-eyed with uncertainty but hope he gave you? It was lethal.

“I make you uncertain?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m scared of making mistakes when it comes to you” he said without hesitation.

And then, because he couldn’t help it, he kissed you again. This time, slower. Deeper. Your hands slipped around of his boxer line, fingers brushing over the warm skin of his back. His breath hit against your lips.

“Careful,” he murmured, smiling into the kiss. “If you doing that, I won’t be able to let you leave for a while.”

You giggled, you actually did. And that did something to him he didn’t expect. Not lust. Not hunger. He looked at your smile in admiration, trying to print the image in his mind like you were going to dissipate into thin air the next second.

You could feel the tension in his muscles, still buzzing from the game, and he could feel your heartbeat, fast, just like his.

“You’re not just a game to me, you know that, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I know.”

You laughed at him a little, “Who knew the cocky basketball star had a soft side?”

He grinned. “Shut up and kiss me again.”

And for the first time in a long time, the noise in Hoomin’s world faded, and all that was left was you.

He may say he doesn’t want to play with you, but gosh did he kiss like he played, confident, fast paced like he did this many times before, but full of passion and something close to affection.

Your fingers drawing little circles on his back his his boxer line again, and your hands slid underneath the fabric.

“You like messing with me,” he said between kisses, lips brushing along your jaw, your throat, down to your collarbone. “But you’re all flustered now, huh?” He loved to tease you more than anything in this world.

You tried to respond, but you held your breath as his teeth grazed your skin.

“Mmhm, that’s what I thought,” Hoomin stepped back and threw his jersey over his head and tossed it somewhere away.

He pressed you gently against the lockers, a hand sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips skating up your back. His touch wasn’t rushed, it was reverent. Like he’d been imagining this and didn’t want to screw it up by moving too fast.

Your shirt soon left you and was throw somewhere along his.

After so much heated kissing, his head rest on your naked shoulder, letting the both of you catch your breaths, hearts pounding in sync.

“We don’t have to go further,” he took your hand, still breathing in the crook of your neck “We can just… stay here.”

You looked up at him, brushing his sweat damp hair back with your fingers. “I want to” the words slipped out your mouth quicker than you could even realize it.

The next moments blurred together, your too peeled away, fingers tracing lines of skin, heat building between soft laughs and murmured names. Hoomin just wanted to take care of you, there were moments where he’d stop just to look at you, to brush his thumb over your lip or trail his fingers down your side.

And you, Gosh you were just as guilty of it. Letting your guard drop, your playful mask melt away, realizing just how much you’d wanted to be close to him like this, under all the jokes and signs and flirting.

6:37pm

Half an hour of just feeling each other went on and you haven’t realized that you were both only wearing your lower underwears.

The whole school was probably home by now so you didn’t have to worry about getting caught. The gym had closed a while ago, after the game.

Both of you were light headed from all that intense kissing. Hoomin took a moment to analyse the current situation.

It felt like a fever dream, he had you all for himself after so much eager and hesitation. His fingers found their way down between your thighs, teasing you with his ring finger. His other hand traveled behind your back, pressing your bodies together.

The small and teasing circles he drew around your bud soon caused heat in your panties and he let out a sigh.

“Fuck If I knew I could have you like this, I would’ve done this long ago, you drive me nuts” you only whined in response, thoughts dissipating like he was blowing them away.

His breath became more controlled, his touches precise and his words intended, like he has set himself a mission to send you beyond your limits.

When your head rolled back, you felt his presence lower down your body, his breath on your lower stomach area, and his finger moving your pantie to the side.

You looked down in surprise not expecting him to have kneeled down crotch level, his lips met your inner thighs a few times before digging into your core.

“Shit H’min slow down” his kisses on your bare skin flew raw. His kisses felt more like he was making out. Hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady and stable as he ate you like you were his last meal.

A wave of pleasure washed over you, forcing your back into a slight arch, his face burying itself further into you. When you twitched, he made sure to control your body enough so he wouldn’t lose the build up he’s made on you.

Your heavy breaths transformed into mumbles and soft moans he swear he could die for. In this moment, time felt inexistent, you had no idea how much time had passed by. Maybe you should worry, but you simply weren’t able to when you had the boy of your dreams, tongue twisting around you, looking deep into your eyes, just waiting for your hums of approval.

Your hand naturally wraps itself through his hair, tightening your grip everytime you felt you got closer to your end. His eyes flickering under the slight pain but he’s not one to complain.

When he noticed your lips parting and legs slightly trembling, he knew you were close, so he gave his tired mouth all he’s got one last time, room filled with the noise of his lips sucking so passionately.

He doesn’t give you time to recover from your sudden release he’s already searching (digging) through his bag for protection.

“One second baby I got it”

The sudden nickname had your already flaming cheeks turn pink. He wasn’t even trying, the right words just came to him at the right times.

Ripping the condom wrap with his teeth, he checks up on you once again. “You sure this is okay?” You just nod at him, with what he thinks are the prettiest eyes he’s ever met.

There isn’t much hiding behind his boxers anyway, his bulge is way too obvious you can mentally prepare yourself. He takes his rocking hard crotch in his hands and pumps himself a few times, teetch biting his lower lip from the pain of how hard he was.

Your help him slide the condom on his dick, it was on the larger side, probably average length but bulky. Your arms wrap around his neck, anticipating the sharping pain in between your legs but he plunges his lips on yours again, to distract you from hurting.

He’s not the quiet type, he wants you to know how good you make him feel and loves for you to reciprocate it. He groans and moans deeply against your lips as he buckles his hips up and down in you at a slow place, giving you time to adjust.

When he feels your grip loosen enough around his length, he speeds up his pace, the noisy skin slapping sound taking over and almost making your head spin.

You could feel him in your depths, and it wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it would be, maybe the kiss made it better or he just has his way with you.

Hoomin’s hands grip your thighs and without a warning his lifts you up the cold floor and wraps your legs around his waist. Maybe he was flexing a little too hard, or he could never get enough closeness with you.

He couldn’t help but grunt a little everytime he thrusts into you, feeling himself completely losing his sanity every minute that would pass.

You were too dumb fucked to think properly, “fck baby you can’t look at me with those eyes, I won’t last long” you weren’t doing it on purpose, the feeling of his buried inside you is better than anything you’ve ever felt before. And the way he could just handle you the way he wanted to, gosh you could have a climax from that alone

He puts you back onto your feel when his arms tire out, turning you around like he owed your body and knew exactly how to fold you. You were facing the wall, his hands attaching to your hips like they were his sole source of stability and he entered you again, this time was much more easy, he could practically slip in from how wet you were.

Hoomin’s first instinct was to lean down and bite your ear. “You’re lucky everyone’s gone by this time, you’re so loud I bet even the upstairs classes would’ve heard you” he mocks you but thrust hard into you when you open your mouth to argue back

“fucking you so dumb you can’t answer me?” He teases the fuck out of you as he always had. And even worse when you reach your second climax. Your knees felt like they were about to fail you, vision blurry and hands gripping onto absolutely- nothing.

“That’s right baby, you’re doing so good, I’m close too hold on just a little more, you can do this” Hoomin’s swallowing back moans threatening to escape through every bit of sentence and dirty talk he gave you.

His pace soon got saccadic, hips bucking into you at a messy speed, losing his rhythm. And with a few last thrusts he completely loses it, eyes shutting, trying to take all of the feelings, your pretty voice mixed with the heat of your body glued against him but also his pride and stress release hitting him.

He didn’t have to worry about doing things wrong with you anymore, he knew you were crazy for him the same way he was for you.

⸻

Wrapped in one of his hoodies, curled up beside him on the bench after everything slowed down, you felt it for the first time, not just desire, but something deeper humming quietly beneath it all.

And when he pulled you close again, kissing your temple and whispering something stupid just to make you smile, you knew you liked him, a whole fucking lot.

MASTERLIST HERE

#weak hero #park humin

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Grumpy X Sunshine

Pairing: Baku x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff 🎀

Warnings: none, just a lot of teasing and hand-holding

Summary: You show up at the gym after his practice. He stayed behind just to see you.

The gym was nearly empty by the time you pushed the doors open, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows over the court. Most of the team had already left—except for one person.

He was still out there, tossing a basketball lazily into the air, catching it with one hand. His shirt was clinging to him, hair messy and sticking up in every direction, and yet he still looked like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

You hovered in the doorway until he spotted you.

“There you are,” he grinned, jogging over without hesitation. “Took you long enough.”

“You told me practice ended at nine.”

“It did. I stayed. Figured you might show up.”

You glanced away, cheeks heating. “You didn’t have to wait.”

He tilted his head, playful. “What, and miss seeing your grumpy post-study face? No way.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re sweaty.”

“And you’re cute when you’re shy,” he shot back, closing the gap. His arms slid around your waist in a loose hug, not too tight—just enough to make you lean in a little. “Missed you.”

You buried your face in his chest for a second before muttering, “You smell like gym socks.”

“And you smell like someone who missed me,” he whispered, lips brushing your hairline.

You pushed at him, weakly. “You’re so annoying.”

He grinned. “You love it.”

You didn’t answer. Just stood there, face hidden, until he pulled back and slipped his hand into yours, fingers slotting perfectly like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“C’mon,” he said, tugging gently. “I’ll walk you home. Maybe even buy you ice cream if you say something nice.”

You groaned dramatically. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” he replied, with zero hesitation. “And you’re already doing amazing. Keep going.”

You squeezed his hand but didn’t say anything else—not that you needed to. He already knew.

AN- sorry this was like hella short

#weak hero #park humin

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AHHHHH

Arcade date

Pairing: Gotak x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff 🎀

Warnings: none, just teasing and soft moments

Summary: You wait for him outside the arcade, and he shows up late—with snacks and that smug little smile of his.

You were leaning against the wall outside the arcade, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed—even though your phone said he was fifteen minutes late. Typical.

Then, finally, he showed up. Hoodie half-zipped, bag of snacks in one hand, the most unapologetic smirk on his face.

“Wow,” you said flatly. “Nice of you to show up.”

“I brought chips,” he replied, as if that made up for everything.

You took the bag anyway, muttering, “You’re lucky I was craving these.”

He leaned in a little, just close enough for you to catch the faint scent of his cologne. “You’re lucky I showed up at all. I almost stayed in bed.”

“Should’ve,” you shot back. “Would’ve saved me the trouble.”

He grinned. “Liar. You missed me.”

You turned away, cheeks warming, pretending to examine a crack in the sidewalk. “Whatever.”

Gotak just chuckled under his breath and bumped your shoulder lightly. “You’re so dramatic when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“You are. It’s cute.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he suddenly grabbed your hand—just like that, no warning—and started pulling you toward the arcade entrance. His hand was warm, steady. You didn’t pull away.

“I got a handful of coins,” he said, proudly. “So prepare to lose in every single game.”

“Oh please, I’m gonna wipe the floor with you.”

“You say that now.” He looked back at you, eyes gleaming. “But we both know you let me win when I pout.”

You scoffed, but smiled.

The lights inside the arcade were flashing in every direction—neon blues, reds, greens—and the place smelled like buttered popcorn and cheap carpet. It was loud too, packed with clinking tokens and kids yelling, but none of that really mattered.

Gotak still hadn’t let go of your hand.

“Alright,” he said, tossing a coin up and catching it. “Let’s start with something easy so you don’t cry when I win.”

You scoffed. “You talk too much for someone who’s about to lose.”

“Ohhh,” he grinned. “Talk like that and you’re cute? Dangerous combo.”

You rolled your eyes but followed him to the racing games. He shoved two coins into the slot, plopped down in the driver’s seat next to you, and shot a side glance like he was already planning his victory speech.

“Don’t cry when I lap you,” he said, gripping the wheel.

“You wish,” you said, already buckling in.

The race started—and for the first few seconds, you were ahead. Gotak narrowed his eyes, leaning forward in focus. He bumped your car. You bumped his harder. He started fake yelling.

“You’re actually evil.”

You laughed. “Drive better then!”

He did win, but only by a fraction of a second. He pumped his fists like he’d won an Olympic gold. “Victory tastes like salt and broken dreams,” he announced proudly, holding a dramatic hand to his chest.

“Victory tastes like ego,” you said, but you were smiling.

Gotak slung an arm around your shoulders casually, like he’d done it a million times. “Alright. One more game. And if I win again… you owe me a prize.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What kind of prize?”

He leaned down just a little, smirk crooked. “Surprise me.”

You shoved him away with a laugh, but the way your heart jumped said maybe you wouldn’t mind losing again.

You both stood in front of the claw machine next, where a ridiculous number of tiny plushies sat in a jumbled heap. Gotak cracked his knuckles, looking way too confident.

“You’re not getting anything,” you replied, arms crossed. “These machines are rigged.”

You watched as he dropped a token in and gripped the controls like his life depended on it. The claw descended, wobbled, and somehow—by some miracle—actually grabbed a small pink dinosaur. It held on just long enough to drop it perfectly into the chute.

Gotak gasped. “Witness my power.”

You blinked. “No way. No freaking way.”

He picked up the plush and handed it to you with an exaggerated bow. “For you, my loser.”

You didn’t even think. You just stepped forward, grabbed his hoodie, and kissed him.

It wasn’t dramatic, not slow or planned—it was quick and flustered and warm. You pulled back just enough to see the stunned look on his face.

“That’s your prize,” you mumbled.

Gotak stood there for a second, eyes wide, blinking like someone had just reset his brain.

Then he grinned. “I was gonna ask for a soda. That was way better.”

You shoved the plush at him, already turning away to hide the way your face was heating up, but he followed close behind, bumping your shoulder, still grinning like an idiot.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice softer now. “Wanna lose again?”

#weak hero #go hyuntak

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ilovethe141 · 3 days ago

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can we please get some seongje nsfw hcs?? thank you 🙏💗

keum seongje nsfw hc's

female reader + male reader + general

gif creds: @1liv

» absolutely relentless on your clit. seongje finds your reactions to him abusing it so cute. your thighs twitch and try to close, and your face scrunches up in pleasure. your clit is always sore and throbbing afterwards

» would want to try anal, but doesn't really care which hole he fucks. it's up to you, and he'll take anything you give him

» loves it when you sit on his face. he'll pull your thighs down, making sure you're glued onto his face with no way out. he's completely obsessed with the way you taste

» a tit fucker 100%. the visual of you holding your tits together for him to fuck gets him close almost embarrassingly fast. he likes it when you stick your tongue out too, making his tip basically kiss you with every thrust

» strictly tops. it takes loads and loads (pun intended) of begging on your end for him to barely say yes to you fucking him. he finds the sensation pleasant, but he doesn't particularly love it. on the rare occasion he does, he'll be riding you and in complete control

» a throat goat, but he doesn't give blowjobs a lot. he prefers to get straight to fucking instead of fiddling around with foreplay. if you do something to get rewarded, he'll give you a bj. otherwise unless you really want it, he wont give head often

» loves slapping your cock. precum always flings around, making a small mess on your stomach or thighs. you always whine in pain and the noise is like music to seongje's ears.

» would definitely put you in a cock cage. seeing you squirm as your cock throbs against the restraints is so pitifully cute. he'll fuck you with it on, marveling in how visibly hard your cock is.

» slightly thick and long. a little over 6'5". with a little bit of effort, he can probably give you a belly bulge

» a hard dom. he'd be into some super kinky shit, and is open to trying basically anything with you. he hates submitting because he doesn't want to let go of his control, but maybe once in a blue moon he might for you (this man is always folding for you)

» into cum marking. creampies, facials, cumming anywhere on your body is a biiggg yes for him. he especially loves cumming in you, plugging you up, and making you walk around with the plug in

» probably into public sex and exhibitionism. seongje will take any chance to show you off, even if it means fucking in front of everyone. no one else can make you feel as good as he does, and he proves it

» super into cnc. doesn't like roleplaying scenes because he finds it a little corny, but he loves it when you act like you don't want it. he'll make you take it until you succumb to the pleasure, crying for more

» high stamina. it doesn't take long for him to near his peak, but he can hold it in for a long time. he wants to reduce you to a sputtering mess before he finishes, and is always successful

» extremely rough. sex with him is basically getting mauled with a few orgasms thrown around. you leave his house with trembling legs and an ache in your back that just wont go away. not to mention the countless bruises and marks he left on you

» probably into some painplay, being the masochist he is. when you slap him, it gets him so riled up. also into getting choked. the lightheadedness just feels so good to him, even if it means baring his neck to you

» freeuse. he'll take you anywhere he can, even if it's in some changing room in a random store. seongje is like constantly horny, leaving you to deal with it. you've grown used to quickies in just about any place imaginable, but you love it

» loves using toys on you. seongje enjoys seeing you squirm in overstimulation as he holds a vibrator to your clit/head while he continuously thrusts into you

» seongje is always degrading you, slipping in a little praise here and there. he'll call you his slut, hole, cumdump, or just anything dirty. he keeps the praises minimal to make you work extra hard to earn it, especially if you're a sub

» despite being as rough as he is, he'll put you first. the second you say a safeword, he'll stop immediately to check up on you. he always gets somewhat clingy after sex, mostly as a way to gauge how you're feeling.

fin

#weak hero #geum seong je

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WEAK HERO CLASS 1-2 ‘s reactions to their S/O teasing them.

Minors DNI

Yeon Sieun:

A quiet evening at home, you and your boyfriend’s favourites. He’s deep into a book, studying some new topic he’s really into, something intellectual and absorbing.

Things have been too peaceful, and you couldn’t let Sieun be at peace for long periods of time, being the tease you are, it was your mission to be his late night problem.

You casually lean over him with a playful smirk on your face

“You know, for someone so ‘rational,’ you blush surprisingly easy when I do this…” You trailed your fingers along his back and neck as you whispered in his ear

Sieun stiffened slightly, not expecting so much play from you, he’s caught off guard but not uncomfortable. His mind raced for a moment, analyzing the little game you’re playing and trying to anticipante your next moves.

His eyes are still fixed on his book sheet, trying to maintain composure but the slight blush on his cheeks betrays him.

He turns to you slowly, with a calm expression but his eyes are locked onto yours.

“You’re dangerously good at interrupting my concentration. You plan that?” He gives you a very slight smirk. Not the playful way but more so the « I can’t belive this » way.

“Maybe. What are you going to do about it?”

The challenge turned him on more than expected, he’s tempted to throw you on the bed behind you and give you a lesson but he kept his almost too calm tone

“Document it, then retaliate when you least expect it. Consider yourself… warned.”

He goes back to his task, but you notice the subtle shift in his behaviour. The way he taps his pen on his desk, shakes his leg under the table, the forced extra focus on his reading.

It’s his way of reclaiming control, but you’ve won. His focus is gone and all he can think about is the ways he wants to fuck you dumb.

Ahn Suho:

You and your boyfriend ate some chicken leftovers for dinner, as you both love that dish. You’re sat on the counter, legs swinging, watching your boyfriend dry the dishes, shirtless.

“You know, for someone who talks big at the gym, I expected more… definition.”

Suho turns his head just slightly your way, not stopping his task. “Oh yeah?” he laughs to himself “You sure you wanna go there?”

You smile and look down at your feet

“I’m just saying… Maybe those flexing selfies are doing more work than the actual workouts.”

Suho drops the plate he’s cleaning and with soapy hands, he grabs your face “That mouth of yours is dangerous.” He leans in close, the goal is the to get you nervous and back down. “You really think I’m all talk, huh?”

He grins, “Careful, babe. I might just prove you wrong, right here, right now.”

He lifting you up the counter and wrapped your legs around his waist

He teases back, “Still think I’m just talk?”

Seo Joontae:

Joontae is the most fun to tease, he melts under your touch, your voice, sometimes even under no pressure at all. Tonight you wore one of his shirts, barely covering your lower half, you knew about it, but didn’t care.

“What are you doing?” You interrupted his personal time

Joontae turns your way and his mouth drop a little, eyes flickering at your bare lower body.

“A-ah I’m not doing anything special.. You look- uh-.. really good right now.” He looked up at you with such big round eyes you could ruin him right now. But you decide to edge him on a little more,

“You always say that like you’re embarrassed you’re thinking it.” You sit your bare ass down on his lap with such casual confidence, running a hand through his hair.

“Tell me what you were doing before I walked in. Was it innocent.. or should I be worried?” You tease his lips with your index finger

Joontae’s cheeks are flaming hot, his stuttering habits showing once more, they were especially obvious when you were teasing him

“I-I wasn’t… It wasn’t like that, I just… I was just drawing. I didn’t expect you to-”

Your finger resting on his lips traced a slow way down his neck “Exactly. You never expect me. That’s what makes you so much fun to play with.”

His breath catches. He wants to lean into it, but also feels exposed. He gives a soft whimper of a laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist in self-defense more than boldness.

Park Hoomin (Baku):

You walk back from the grocery store, sharing a bag of snack. It’s golden hour, and he’s carrying most of the bags, even the ones you insisted you could handle. He’s wearing a compression shirt that he definitely chose on purpose.

“You know, I could carry some of those.”

“I know. But then you’d miss the view of me being unnecessarily heroic.”

Hoomin never lost an opportunity to be cocky. His cockiness made him even more charismatic in a way.

“Wow. How would I survive. ”

He nudged you with his elbow

“Hey, I’m just lifting the groceries to save your back from suffering, what a good man I am”

“Truly a Greek god in a Trader Joe’s parking lot.”

He laughs warmly, your quick responses is what he loves most about you. The way you can dodge his comments and make better ones.

“You joke, but if carrying your groceries scores me one of those cute smiles, I’ll do it every time.”

You shook your head, his words melting your heart a little, trying not to grin, but it’s still showing a little. He catches it, and you can tell he lives for that moment.

Go Hyuntak:

The tension has been in the air all day long, nothing big but teasing, subtle distance like you’ve been messing with his head on purpose. You’ve been purposely avoiding him after dropping suggestive comments, playing hot and cold and driving him nuts. You’re now finally at his place.

“You’ve been weirdly quiet today, what’s up with that? »

Hyuntak came closer to you

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Doing what?” Your fake innocence was only rilling him more.

“Testing me. Pulling back. Acting like I’m not crawling out of my skin wanting you to just stop teasing.”

You tried to argue back but he cut the distance in between your bodies even more, one hand on the wall behind you.

“You know I don’t do halfway. If you’re gonna look at me like that, teasing me in public, displaying to everyone that we aren’t « just friends ». Then you better be ready when I call you on it.”

Hyuntak was always big on privacy. He gladly agreed to be fuck buddies when you asked for it. He has liked you since grade 1 but knowing it’s not reciprocated, your little games messed with his naturally impatient temper even more.

Bonus! Geum SeongJe

It’s late at night and you’re in his upscale apartment. Cozy, wearing your boyfriend’s jacket like you own it. Waiting for his return home.

He’s came back late from something messy, business or something more dangerous, the kind he doesn’t explain. You’re aware he fights a lot but he likes to come home to some peace.

You’re sitting on his couch, legs curled up,

“You didn’t text. Again.”

Seongje grabs himself a drink, not paying attention to you. “Because you’d worry. And I don’t feel like hearing you lecture me. ”

“So you just disappear?”

“I’m not in the habit of reporting my movements. Not even to you.”

You flinch as he stepped closer to you, eyes sharp, staring you down

“But I watched you from the cameras when I left. All night. You didn’t even open the door. Good girl.”

His low voice has you swallow down your own bitterness. He really had a way to put your behaviour back in place with simple words. He’s close to you now, eyes almost cutting you down, amused by both your anger at him but also how easy he was able to shut you up.

“You’re insane. You know that, right?”

“Probably. But you still haven’t left.”

You don’t move, his finger slides along you jaw, you can’t tell if it’s suggestive or threatening

“You think you want nice. But you don’t. Don’t you love the idea of me possibly being watching you, at any angle, any moment I wish for? I bet that turns you on, and that’s why you stare right at the camera in our bedroom.. when you touch yourself in my absence, hm?”

Your eyes grew bigger and your hear dropped, you felt naked, called out.

“You’re mine. »

#weak hero #park humin #yeon sieun #go hyuntak

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ilovethe141 · 3 days ago

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gonna pass out

can u do a baku smut hcs thankzzz ‼️

baku nsfw hc's

general

» he's huge. like thick and girthy, with a nice length to it, somewhere around 7in. he'll almost always give you some type of belly bulge, and it's so hot to him. it always takes a crazy amount of prep for you to comfortably take him all, and even then it still feels like he's splitting you open.

» loves creampies so much its insane. seeing his cum trickle out of you is enough to get him going again. he'll push his cum back and start fingering you softly, making you whine in oversensitivity before slamming back into you without warning. he also has a huge breeding kink, always muttering something about it.

» is aware of his strength, and uses it to his advantage. baku loves fucking you against a wall where you're helpless and at his mercy. you can't do anything except claw at his back from the pleasure

» speaking of being helpless.. he likes making you take it. it's easy for him to just pin you down and fuck you senseless. he's big into overstimulation and always milks you dry this way

» has some insane stamina. he can go multiple rounds in a row and still be up for more, even if you're on the verge of passing out. on days where he's pent up, you better pray that he's satisfied soon. if not, you'll be used relentlessly by baku

» pace is fast and rough. he doesn't have to do much movement to go deep, so he focuses on speed. some precision is lost because of it, but he still hits all the right spots. definitely a cervix bruiser

» pretty big fan of bondage, more on you than him. even tied up he can easily break out of them, so it's more about self control on his end. his favorite aspect about bondage is seeing how pretty you look in the ropes. seeing how sensitive you get is a delight to baku

» a huge tease. he'll bring you so close to the edge just to stop his actions completely, feigning innocence when you complain. it's not his fault that you're just so fun to play with. he also won't do anything first unless you admit exactly what you want, solely because you always get too flustered to say it. he enjoys watching you get desperate for him, to the point of swallowing your pride.

» hes very prone to getting boners. if you "accidentally" drop something and bend over in front of him to grab it, he pops a semi almost instantly. just a couple kisses and his cock is almost rock hard, pressing against your thigh.

» definitely dominant. watching you submit to him gets him so turned on. knowing that you trust him enough to go into subspace around him is something that he'll always cherish. also, setting punishments for you when you break one of his rules is so fun to him. sometimes its orgasm denial, sometimes its spanking, or sometimes its edging. the options are endless and baku is very creative when it comes to them.

» an ass guy for sure. he's obsessed with watching it bounce with every thrust, and how red it gets when he spanks you. he can't control his strength around you, so it always leaves your ass a deep red and slightly bruised.

» i feel like he'd be into some dubcon/cnc. of course he wont do anything without your consent, but hearing you plead for him to stop without saying your safe-word turns him on more than he'd like to admit. you can say it's too much all you want, but baku knows that you still want more since you haven't safe-worded yet

» not a huge fan of hickeys, but likes them in moderation. too many is slightly embarrassing, so he stops you after maybe 2 or 3 visible ones. he'd like giving you hickeys too, but he has other means of marking you up (bruises)

» bigggg on aftercare. he always looks forward to the intimacy of it (and seeing the aftermath of what he did to you). baku knows he can be rough, so he wants to know that you're okay mentally and physically after

fin

#weak hero #park humin

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ilovethe141 · 6 days ago

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KITTENS, KITTENS!

❦ pairing ; choi seunghyun x reader.

❦ warnings ; entirely fluff :)

It was already late. You lay in bed, still in your pyjamas, aimlessly scrolling through your phone to kill the boredom. Minutes blurred into hours as you waited for your boyfriend to come home.

Eventually, you sighed, shutting off your phone and tossing it aside as your eyes darted to the clock.

"Almost 1 am..” you muttered with a huff.

You lay sprawled on your bed until a sudden thud at the door jolted you upright. Heart skipping, you slipped on your fuzzy slippers and hurried toward the front door.

“Ah, I’ve been waiting for you all da—” you began, swinging the door open with a smile.

But your words caught in your throat.

No one was there, not even Seunghyun, the one you'd been expecting all day.

You peeked into the backyard, scanning for any sign of someone or something that might’ve caused the noise but just as you lowered your gaze, you noticed a small bundle of kittens curled up right at your feet. With a startled gasp, you quickly scooted back, horrified by the thought that you might’ve stepped over the poor babies.

“When did you guys get in here?” you whispered, brow furrowing in confusion as you knelt down on the cool concrete ground.

Three tiny kittens lay nestled together just outside the door, their little bodies rising and falling with slow, sleepy breaths. One of them, a soft gray fluffball with a white nose peeked up at you with groggy eyes, blinking lazily. You reached out and gently ran your finger over its tiny head, feeling the warmth of its fur beneath your touch.

You stayed there a moment, quietly watching the kittens as they shifted slightly in their sleep. A soft smile tugged at your lips, until the sound of footsteps on the path snapped your attention back.

“Jagi?” a familiar voice called out.

You looked up to see Seunghyun walking toward you, his brow creased with concern. His keys jingled softly in his hand, and he was still catching his breath, as if he'd just rushed over.

“What are you doing out here this late?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with worry as he glanced from you to the open door.

But in that moment, you completely forgot about Seunghyun as if you hadn’t spent the entire day waiting for him. Your full attention was on the kittens, now purring softly as they nuzzled into your hands as their tiny bodies vibrated with contentment, and your heart melted a little more with each quiet sound.

Seunghyun stood silently in front of you, watching the scene unfold with disbelief. He almost pouted, lips tugging downward as he realized he’d been replaced by a trio of stray furballs but just as he was about to speak, one of the kittens let out a high-pitched mewl, drawing his eyes downward.

He knelt beside you, his shoulder brushing lightly against yours.

“When did you get them?” he asked, tilting his head with genuine confusion. “I thought you didn’t even like having pets.”

You glanced at him briefly, smiling as another kitten tried to climb your sleeve. “I didn’t, they just showed up like tiny burglars. Cute ones.”

Seunghyun’s gaze lingered on the kittens for a moment longer, watching the way their tiny bodies wriggled against your touch. But soon, his attention shifted to you, specifically to your bare legs. You were still in your sleep shorts, sitting out in the chilly night air like it was nothing.

He frowned slightly. “Let’s go back in, it’s cold,” he murmured, gently wrapping his hand around your arm.

“Wait, wait—” you said quickly, pulling away from his grasp as you carefully scooped one of the kittens into your hands. It let out a sleepy squeak, curling against your palm.

Seunghyun exhaled in quiet defeat, sinking down beside you with a resigned sigh. He crossed his legs and settled in, arms resting on his knees as he glanced at you and the kitten with a soft, amused look. He knew you too well. There was no pulling you away now, not when your heart was already wrapped around something so small and helpless.

“Jagi, it’s cold..” Seunghyun murmured, tugging gently at the hem of your shirt.

“Just a moment—” you began, eyes still focused on the kitten in your hands.

“Come on now” he said, more firmly this time, already on his feet as he scooped up the other two kittens with surprising care.

You looked up at him, surprised, as he cradled the tiny creatures against his chest like they were made of glass. His expression was a mix of exasperation and quiet affection, part annoyed boyfriend, part reluctant cat dad.

You let out a soft sigh and stood up, still holding the kitten close to your chest as it purred sleepily. Seunghyun gave you a look, the kind that said I told you so but didn’t say anything as he stepped aside to let you walk in first.

The warm air from inside the house was a welcome change from the chill outside. You both padded softly into the bedroom, careful not to jostle the kittens. Seunghyun set his two down gently on a folded blanket on the bed, and you followed, placing yours beside them. The trio immediately curled up into a soft, warm pile, their tiny bodies rising and falling in unison.

Seunghyun plopped down beside them with a yawn, rubbing his hands together.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” Seunghyun said, glancing over at you with a half-smile.

“Shh—you’ll wake them” you whispered, placing your hand gently over his mouth while your other hand continued to softly caress the sleeping kittens.

His eyes widened in mock offense beneath your palm, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he grinned against your hand, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to look stern.

“They’re literally dead asleep” he mumbled once you let your hand drop, gesturing to the tiny pile of fluff snoring peacefully.

“Still..” you said, now curled up next to him, “let them have their peace.”

Seunghyun sighed dramatically as he watched you disappear down the hallway, probably off to grab another blanket for yourself. The soft padding of your slippers faded into the quiet hum of the house.

Left alone with the tiny bundle of fur, he leaned in closer, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at the sleeping trio.

“You’re lucky you’re cute..” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and half-amused.

As if in response, one of the kittens stirred. It blinked up at him lazily, then, without warning, swatted his hand with a tiny paw, claws out. A thin red line appeared across the back of his hand.

“Ow—hey!” he hissed, pulling his hand back with a scowl of disbelief. “I take it back. You’re not that cute.”

The kitten blinked once more, yawned wide, and then nestled right back into the pile as if nothing had happened.

Seunghyun stared at it, jaw slightly dropped. “You’ve got some attitude already..” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the scratch.

Just then, you walked back in with a blanket draped over your arm.

“What happened?” you asked, raising a brow at his expression and he immediately held up his scratched hand like evidence.

You bit back a smile as you made your way carefully to the bed, the blanket wrapped snugly around your shoulders.

“I told you not to wake them up” you whispered, settling beside him with a mock-stern look.

“I didn’t!” Seunghyun protested, his voice a little too loud.

Immediately, you pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him before he could say anything else. His eyes widened slightly, and he blinked at you, frozen mid-defense.

You leaned in just a little, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going to start a war.”

He glanced down at the kittens, still asleep, but one ear twitching like it heard him. He held up both hands in surrender, expression exaggeratedly apologetic.

“Okay, okay. Truce” he whispered, lips curling into a smile behind your finger.

You slowly lowered your hand from his lips, but your eyes stayed locked with his for just a moment longer than usual. The dim light from your room, casted a soft glow across his face, and in that quiet pause, the playful tension faded into something more tender.

Seunghyun reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You really waited all day for me, huh?” he asked quietly, his voice now gentle, almost guilty.

You gave a small nod, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “I did. But I guess the universe knew I needed a distraction before you got here.”

He leaned in, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Well... I’m here now” he murmured, his hand finding yours between the folds of the blanket.

The two of you leaned back together, careful not to disturb the kittens nestled at your feet. The house felt quieter now but warmer too as you both wrapped yourselves in the soft blanket, shoulder to shoulder, watching the tiny furballs sleep, the silence between you filled with quiet comfort.

This time, it’s just him, you, and three unexpected little hearts tucked between.

The quiet of the night slowly gave way to the soft stirrings of dawn. The first light of morning crept in through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and amber. You blinked a few times, groggily pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, your body still warm from the night before and as your eyes adjusted, you realized Seunghyun was still beside you, his arm draped protectively around you. His breathing was slow and steady, it was sure he was still dead asleep.

But the peace was short-lived as you heard a faint mewing noise from the corner of the bed. You glanced down to find one of the kittens now awake, its tiny paws reaching out, wiggling in the air as it tried to climb onto your lap.

You smiled, still half-dazed, as you carefully shifted to avoid waking Seunghyun. The kitten wobbled a bit, then tumbled into your arms, purring contentedly and just as you were about to lean back into the pillows, you heard Seunghyun groan softly, shifting beside you. He opened one eye and then the other, his gaze immediately landing on the little kitten in your arms.

“Good morning” you whispered teasingly, your voice still soft and tired. “I think we have a new roommate.”

Seunghyun groaned again, rubbing his eyes, then looked at you with an amused but exhausted expression. “How did we go from just you and me to three of them?” he muttered, trying to sit up but realizing the kittens had made themselves comfortable on his side too.

You chuckled quietly. “I have no idea. They kind of just... appeared.”

Seunghyun, clearly unamused, groaned and buried his face back into the pillow, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. “I can’t do this right now,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the soft fabric.

The kittens, however, had other plans.

One of them, a little ball of orange fluff, hopped right onto his back, claws scrambling against the fabric of his shirt. Another one pounced on his arm, its tiny paws kneading at the sleeve as if trying to figure out if he was a new kind of scratching post.

Seunghyun let out a long, exasperated sigh, but he made no move to stop them. Instead, he turned his face further into the pillow with a muttered, “I’m too tired for this…”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. The kittens had no regard for his early morning mood and seemed perfectly content to climb over him like a tiny, purring mountain.

“Seems like they really like you” you teased, sitting up and watching the chaos unfold as Seunghyun tried, in vain, to ignore the soft little paws climbing up his back.

“Ugh” he groaned, finally lifting his head from the pillow just enough to shoot you a half-annoyed, half-amused glance but the kitten on his arm gave a particularly enthusiastic paw swipe, earning a small laugh from you.

Seunghyun sighed once more, but there was a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, they certainly know how to pick their target.”

After wrangling the kittens off of him (with much protest on their part), Seunghyun eventually rolled out of bed and trudged into the kitchen behind you, hair a mess and shirt still rumpled from the night before.

You set two mugs on the table, coffee for him, tea for you and began gathering things for a simple breakfast. “Do you want eggs or just toast?” you asked, opening the fridge.

“Anything” he muttered, slumping into a chair at the table like a man defeated by tiny paws and purring.

You smiled, turning back just in time to see a familiar scene unfold.

One kitten, then two leapt onto his lap with the confidence of creatures who knew they owned the place. Seunghyun blinked down at them, arms limp at his sides, too tired to fight it anymore.

“Again?” he groaned, his head falling back with a dramatic sigh.

“They love you” you said sweetly, cracking an egg into the pan. “You’re warm. You’ve accepted your fate.”

“They’re climbing on me, jagi” he said, looking down as the third kitten attempted to scale his thigh like a mountain.

You stifled a laugh. “Don’t move.”

“I am going back to sleep” he muttered, glaring down at the smallest kitten now curled comfortably in the crook of his elbow.

One of them meowed up at him, stretching its tiny head to nuzzle his shirt.

“…Okay, that one’s kinda cute” he admitted, petting it gently with two fingers.

You brought over a plate of toast and sat across from him. “Only took you six hours to admit it.”

He gave you a sleepy smile. “Shut up and pass the butter.”

You slid the plate of toast in front of him, followed by scrambled eggs still steaming slightly. Seunghyun mumbled a quick “thanks” and picked up his fork, just as one of the kittens made itself at home on his lap again followed immediately by the other two.

He stared down at them, then at you, eyes half-lidded in disbelief. “Are they... magnetized to me or something?”

You giggled from across the table, sipping your tea. “You’re the chosen one.”

He carefully tried to maneuver his plate closer without jostling the kittens, who had now formed a cozy pile across his thighs. One paw rested against his stomach, another on the edge of the table, inching dangerously close to the food.

As he brought a forkful of eggs to his mouth, the smallest kitten perked up, nose twitching. In an instant, it reached up with a tiny paw, swatting at the fork like it was a toy.

Seunghyun froze, fork mid-air. “Did you just—”

The kitten meowed in response, completely unfazed.

He slowly lowered the fork. “This is war.”

You laughed, pushing your plate aside and walking over to him. Carefully, you scooped up the bold little troublemaker and cradled it in your arms.

“Let the man eat” you whispered to the kitten like it could understand, rubbing your nose gently against its tiny forehead.

Seunghyun gave a dramatic sigh of relief and finally took a bite of his food. “Thank you. I was about to starve to death under three purring weights.”

But the other two kittens didn’t move an inch, both still firmly nestled in his lap, staring up at him with unblinking eyes, like silent, fluffy judges.

He glanced down mid-chew. “They’re waiting for me to drop something, aren’t they?”

You grinned. “Oh, absolutely. Better not spill.”

You leaned against the kitchen counter, cradling the smallest kitten in your arms, watching Seunghyun slowly surrender to his new reality, half-eaten breakfast, kittens piled in his lap, and a resigned look that somehow still held a smile.

“They’re kind of perfect” you murmured, mostly to yourself.

He looked up at you, fork paused mid-air. “You mean we are kind of doomed.”

You laughed, walking over to press a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Same thing.”

Seunghyun let out a quiet chuckle, then glanced down at the two kittens now sleeping soundly in his lap once more.

“Guess we’re keeping them” he said softly.

You smiled, settling into the seat beside him and placing the third kitten back with its siblings and in the gentle hum of the morning light, the two of you sat there with your coffee cooling, plates half-empty, hearts a little fuller than the day before.

#choi seunghyun #bigbang

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ilovethe141 · 10 days ago

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HOME SWEET HOME

CARRIED AWAY

SCARED OF LOVING YOU

SLEEPING IN (NSFW)

TASTE (NSFW)

LOVE ME LIKE YOU (NSFW)

FIX THESE BROKEN PIECES

DANCING ON MY OWN

YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY (NSFW)

LAST FIRST KISS (NSFW)

EASY TO HATE (NSFW)

LAST DANCE (NSFW) | PART TWO

TO THE MOON | PART TWO

GREENLIGHT (NSFW)

LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME (NSFW) | PART TWO

#bigbang #choi seunghyun

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ilovethe141 · 11 days ago

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BIG BANG RECS

🔥 spicy scenes / 💖 fluffy scenes / 😔 angsty scenes / 🎈 funny scenes

T.O.P (T.O.P x Thanos series) 💖🔥🔥😔 - @nerdydoll-com

T.O.P & GD Masterlists 💖🔥🔥😔- @bettelaboure

T.O.P & GD (series and one-shots)💖🔥😔 - @loveesiren

T.O.P, GD, & Dae (one-shots, spicy GDTOP)🔥💖 - @angel-writes-here

GD, T.O.P, Dae & Mixed 💖🔥 - @emmiesoverthemoon

Seunghyun 💖🔥- @berfgrimm

Seunghyun (How it All Began series) 💖🎈🔥- @infinetlyforgotten

Jiyong, Seunghyun & Daesung 🔥🔥💖- @gds-daisy

Jiyong & Seunghyun💖🔥 - @currentloser

T.O.P, GD, Dae, Tae 💖🔥- @wcnderlnds

GD & T.O.P Masterlist 💖😔🎈- @mashtatosworld

Seunghyun Stories🔥💖😔 - @flymetothexmoon

Jiyong & Seunghyun💖😔 - @dollzites

Seunghyun 💖🔥😔- @jedisupernova

Jiyong, Seunghyun, Daesung💖😔🎈 - @gdinthehouseee

Jiyong, Seunghyun, Daesung 💖🎈- @lovemepartly

Jiyong (one shot & series)🔥💖😔 - @makeitworse

T.O.P Masterlist💖😔 - @maskedcrawford

GD Masterlist (short series)🔥💖😔 - @maskedcrawford

Jiyong series💖😔 - @theformulaimagines

T.O.P Masterlist 💖😔- @petersasteria

GD Masterlist 💖😔- @petersasteria

BigBang Series & Drabbles 🔥💖😔 - @taegdcl1018

T.O.P & GD Masterlist 💖🎈🔥- @topluvr

T.O.P & GD Lists 💖🎈- @zeviis

GD Masterlist 💖🎈🔥- @eru-vande

Jiyong vs American Popstar series 💖😔- @natalicss

T.O.P and GDTOP Series🔥🔥💖😔 - @loveandturmoil87

T.O.P, GD & Daesung😔🔥💖 - @noonachronicles

Seunghyun (Something Real story, long) 💖🔥😔- @lexalith

Jiyong - @sturnsstars

OTHER WRITERS @daniiye

@tttabii

#bigbang #choi seunghyun #kwon jiyong

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ilovethe141 · 11 days ago

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Fan: Life gets so hard sometimes that | don't even want to do anything. To the point where | think that I'm working hard enough by just living. When | feel like that, | blankly stare at the artworks and pictures that Oppa posts. | can't say that | know them well, and | really don't know anything about them, but when | look at them, it gives me strength for some reason. | don't really know why either. When | see Oppa in the media, | also feel the same way. | feel like you exist but don't really exist, and sometimes you appear to be so close but sometimes you appear to be infinitely far away. Then again, you appear to be close sometimes. In that sense, your existence in itself feels like art. Just looking at you is like looking at a beautiful artwork, and it gives me strength. Ever since | started liking you, | always think this. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being a part of my life and giving me so much strength and so much to think about. Well then, sweet dreams.

@choi_seung_hyun_tttop: Sometimes, not wanting to do anything is proof that we are still alive. When you’re emotionally overwhelmed by feeling insignificant and stressed, try to resolve it visually. Sometimes, searching for our overly dulled sense of visual beauty and not forgetting about it can be such a huge honor and blessing. Hang in there. I am touched. Sometimes, just try to feel the beauty that you simply see through your eyes, and try to make your disheartened heart beautiful as well. Doing that is very important.

(TOP’s reply to fan on Instagram)

#choi seunghyun

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ilovethe141 · 11 days ago

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Lets go to the bahamas!

❦ pairing ; choi seunghyun x reader.

❦ warnings ; none

You were lying on your stomach, sprawled across the couch, legs swinging back and forth as you scrolled through vacation destinations.

Yes, vacation.

Last night, your boyfriend, Seunghyun had finally agreed to take a break from work and spend time with you. He even gave you the go-ahead to choose the destination, and now you were determined to find the perfect place for both of you. So, you were completely absorbed in your phone, your eyes flicking back and forth across the screen, trying to decide.

You were so immersed that you didn’t hear the door creak open, the soft turn of the doorknob.

Seunghyun stepped inside, his hair slightly tousled and beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, a result of whatever he’d been doing before walking in. He took in the scene for a moment but seeing you so cheerful and engaged, and he didn’t want to interrupt your good mood. So, he quietly moved towards the couch, gently sliding your legs down to sit next to you.

You shifted, sitting up and leaning against him as he moved closer.

"I'm still looking..." you murmured, eyes glued to the screen.

Without saying a word, Seunghyun slid his arms around you, pulling you closer. His face appeared beside yours, his gaze dropping to your phone, curious to see what had you so absorbed.

"What if I told you I was joking last night?" he said, his voice low, teasing, and laced with a mocking tone.

"Hey!" You snapped, immediately bringing all your attention to him, your eyes narrowing in disbelief.

"You better not lie about this now."

Seunghyun chuckled softly, his fingers brushing through your hair as he gave you a playful smile. You could tell he was enjoying your reaction, but the thought of him backing out now made your heart race.

"You know..” he started, leaning in a little closer.

”I could easily pull the 'I was just kidding' card... but I’m not that cruel."

You weren't even listening to him anymore, too caught up in your search. Your fingers moved quickly over the screen, mindlessly scrolling, until something finally caught your eye.

"Bahamas!" you yelled out, suddenly standing up, your excitement palpable.

You practically jumped out of your seat, leaving Seunghyun sitting there in a mix of confusion and amusement, blinking as he tried to process what just happened.

He tilted his head, watching you bounce around, clearly caught up in your excitement.

"The Bahamas?" he echoed, half-laughing.

"Is that where we’re going now, or are you just yelling about vacation spots for fun?"

Your excitement didn’t even last a minute after hearing that teasing remark from him. You turned around, your gaze sharp, glaring at Seunghyun as you planted your feet firmly back on the ground.

"You're not backing out now, are you?" you asked, sitting back down beside him, crossing your arms, fully focused on him.

Seunghyun raised an eyebrow, a sly grin creeping up his face as he leaned back on the couch.

"It's not like I can, but is this your way of giving me the chance to?" he replied, his grin growing wider.

"Absolutely not!" you yelled out, your hand instinctively shooting forward to weakly punch him in the chest, making him dramatically slump deeper into the couch with an exaggerated gasp.

He laughed, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

"Alright, alright." he said, his voice dripping with mock surrender, but the sparkle in his eyes said he was far from done teasing you.

That day, everything fell into place. You and Seunghyun had finalized the details. After all the back-and-forth teasing, it was real now. You were really going to the Bahamas with him for vacation. There was an undeniable sense of excitement that bubbled up inside you as you looked at the confirmation on your phone. The beaches, the clear blue water, the sun, everything you'd dreamed of for a perfect getaway and the best part? It would be with Seunghyun. The two of you, together, no distractions, no work, just time to relax and make memories.

Fast forward a few days, and there you were, stepping off the plane into a wave of warm, salty air that instantly wrapped around you like a welcome hug. The sun was bright, the sky impossibly blue, and the Bahamas felt just as perfect as it looked in the pictures you'd scrolled through back on the couch.

You glanced at Seunghyun, his sunglasses on, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he took it all in.

“This already feels like a dream!” you said, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you both made your way toward the shuttle.

“Let’s hope you didn’t overschedule us with food spots..” he teased, nudging you lightly.

You laughed, the sound blending into the laid-back rhythm of the island around you. The vacation had officially begun and it was already everything you hoped it would be.

After settling into the resort and taking in the ocean view from your balcony, it didn’t take long before the thrill-seeker in Seunghyun kicked in. He dragged you away from his half-unpacked suitcase with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Parasailing.” he said proudly, holding up your phone with the confirmation email like it was a winning lottery ticket.

You froze.

"Wait—what?"

"You’re going to love it." he grinned, already halfway out the door.

"You know I’m afraid of heights!" you called after him, still trying to mentally process the idea of being dangled hundreds of feet in the air over open water.

He popped his head back in.

"Exactly why you should try it. It's the Bahamas!”

You groaned but followed him anyway, your heart thudding louder with every step toward the beach. Minutes later, you were standing on the deck of a speedboat, the parasail billowing like a giant, colorful warning flag above you.

“Seunghyun..” you whispered as the crew tightened the harness around your waist.

“if I die, I’m haunting you.”

He leaned in, eyes sparkling.

“Then we’ll really be together forever.”

You tried to glare, but his ridiculous grin made it impossible not to laugh even with your legs feeling like jelly.

And then, the boat surged forward.

You screamed the entire way up, clutching Seunghyun’s arm for dear life, eyes squeezed shut but when you finally opened them, the fear started to melt into awe. The ocean stretched beneath you like liquid glass, islands dotting the horizon. The wind rushed past your face, and for the first time, the height didn’t feel terrifying, it felt freeing.

Seunghyun looked over at you, his hand finding yours mid-air.

“Still scared?” he asked, breathless from laughter.

You took a shaky breath, eyes locked on the view.

“Maybe… but I think I like it.”

As the parasail slowly descended and your feet finally touched the boat deck again, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Seunghyun helped you out of the harness, his hands lingering protectively at your waist as he watched your slightly shaky legs find solid ground.

"You survived.” he teased, brushing wind-tangled strands of hair from your face.

"Barely..” you muttered, still catching your breath, but unable to stop the grin stretching across your face.

"I’m never doing that again.”

Once back on the beach, shoes in hand and toes sinking into the warm sand, you and Seunghyun began walking along the shore, the ocean lapping gently beside you. The sun was high, the sky a perfect blue, and your parasailing adrenaline slowly faded into something quieter, peaceful, content.

You reached over and laced your fingers with his, your joined hands swinging gently between you.

“Food?” he asked, giving your hand a slight tug.

“Please. I feel like I just used up my lifetime bravery points. I deserve something fried and fruity.”

He laughed.

“Good, because I already looked up this beachside spot that supposedly has the best conch fritters on the island.”

"Look at you, taking some enthusiasm.” you teased softly, leaning your head onto Seunghyun’s shoulder as the two of you strolled barefoot along the warm sand toward the open-air restaurant nestled under a canopy of palm trees.

The scent hit you first, grilled seafood, sweet citrus, and something sun-warmed and comforting that immediately wrapped around you like a memory in the making. It was the kind of place that didn’t try too hard, didn’t need to and it already felt like one of your favorite spots on the island.

You found a table tucked just close enough to the water, where the view stretched wide and endless. The ocean shimmered under the afternoon light, waves catching bits of gold from the sun. You leaned back into your chair, arms loose at your sides, your gaze fixed on the horizon as your mind drifted into quiet thought.

For a moment, Seunghyun didn’t say anything.

He just watched you.

The way the light settled on your skin, warm and golden. The way your hair danced gently with the breeze, brushing across your cheek like the ocean itself was trying to kiss you. You looked completely at ease, far away from work, stress, or anything that could ever dull your glow.

To him, you looked like an entire dream. Alive, radiant, and his.

He let his gaze linger, a soft smile playing on his lips before finally reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You turned slightly at the touch, your eyes meeting his, questioning and warm.

"What?" you asked, smiling a little.

He shook his head, still watching you like he couldn’t quite believe this moment was real.

"Nothing.” he said, voice low.

"Just... glad I didn’t back out."

You gave him a soft smile, letting the moment pass without needing to say anything more. The quiet between you was comfortable, like the kind that only comes when everything feels right.

A waiter approached with a friendly smile, handing you both menus and offering a quick rundown of the specials, fresh grilled snapper, coconut shrimp, conch fritters, and a mango ceviche that made your mouth water just hearing about it.

“I want everything..” you mumbled, eyes scanning the list like it was sacred text.

“We just survived being in the sky so i'd say we earned it.” Seunghyun said chuckling.

And that's how you both ended up ordering a bit more than necessary, conch fritters to share, jerk chicken skewers for him, grilled fish tacos for you, and a frozen daiquiri each that came out in tall, sweating glasses rimmed with sugar and garnished with a wedge of lime.

Within 15 minutes, the food had arrived and you wasted no time, diving in savouring that taste.

“Oh my god..” you said after your first bite of taco, eyes wide.

“I might cry. This is so good.”

Seunghyun nodded in agreement, already halfway through a fritter.

“This is dangerous, i might just never go home.”

You clinked your glasses together again with a laugh, the ocean breeze brushing past as the sun began to dip lower in the sky. For now, all that mattered was the food, the view, and the quiet comfort of being here, together.

After clearing your plates, every last bite and lingering over the last sips of your daiquiris, you both decided to skip dessert in favor of something even sweeter.

The view.

Without saying much, you took Seunghyun’s hand and wandered back down to the beach once again. The sand was cooler now beneath your feet, the air tinged with the fading heat of the day. The sun was starting its slow descent, casting long golden shadows and painting the sky in strokes of pink, orange, and lavender.

You found a quiet spot near the shore where the waves lapped gently just a few feet away. Sitting down in the sand, you pulled your knees to your chest and leaned lightly against Seunghyun, who sat beside you with one hand propped behind him and the other reaching to rest on your leg.

The sky was glowing.

Seunghyun shifted a little, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

“You know..” he said quietly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this calm.”

You turned your head, facing him fully now. His hair was still a little messy from the wind, and a few strands fell over his forehead but somehow, with the soft, golden hues of the sunset casting a warm glow across his face, he looked absolutely gorgeous. Maybe even better than the view behind him.

There was something in the way he looked at you too, steadier, softer. Like he saw straight through you and still couldn’t get enough.

“You can always ask, you know?” he said, voice low and quiet, as he leaned in closer.

Before you could ask what he meant, he closed the space between you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was unhurried, familiar, yet still enough to send a slow rush through your chest.

When he pulled back just slightly, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-lidded and smiling.

“Anything. Anytime.” he murmured.

And in that moment with your fingers curled into the sand, the sky still glowing behind him, and his kiss lingering, you believed him completely. You stayed like that for a while, foreheads touching, the waves crashing softly in the background, the last colors of the sunset melting into the horizon. There was nothing left to say, not really. His kiss still lingered on your lips, and his words settled somewhere deep inside your chest, warm and safe.

The breeze picked up just slightly, and Seunghyun slipped his arm around you, pulling you in closer, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. You both watched as the sky faded into deep indigo, stars beginning to peek out one by one, like tiny sparks scattered across the sky just for you.

You let out a quiet sigh, completely at peace.

“This is the part I want to remember.” you whispered.

Seunghyun pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Me too.”

And with the sound of the ocean cradling you, and the world quiet all around, you stayed there, wrapped in each other, under a Bahamian sky, letting the night hold you in the softest kind of forever.

#choi seunghyun #bigbang

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