#Hyeongjun

[jwivity]

Flying to the pink sky,, 날아올라 마법 같은 이 순간

[hoforwonho]

Song Hyeongjun // EVERSHINE

[onexdinaryvillain]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗫𝗛 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗲𝘀. Not minding that they're in front of hundreds of Villains, Jooyeon and Junhan "bickers" with each other.

[gunilslaugh]

Haiii, ik you’re on hiatus but I miss your writing sooooo muchhh and I got this idea that I couldn’t get out of my head and I thought that you’d be the perfect person to turn this idea into a masterpiece. Hyeongjun having a s/o who is his total opposite, like he’s all punk and rockstar and she’s all cutesy and bright, like how he has black nail polish and she has pink.

Yk the “he was punk, she did ballet” kind of stuff.

-🫧

Hi 🫧 anon! I am currently on hiatus but I just had to write this lol. As a former ballet dancer I always take the "she did ballet" literally so you're getting punk Hyeongjun x ballerina reader lol. I hope you enjoy

Han Hyeongjun Summary: Hyeongjun was a punk, you did ballet. [yes that’s the summary I’m going with lol] (non-idol au) WC:~1.6k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“Y/n come with us to open mic on Saturday,” Jiseok says. 

“Can’t I have dance,” you reply. 

“You always have dance,” he sighs 

“Exactly, so you should have known better than to ask her,” Seungmin chimes. 

“I just feel like we only see her in school. I want to hang out with you y/n.” Jiseok grabs onto your arm and shakes it.

“Yeah it’s funny we only see y/n during school and only see Hyeongjun outside of it,” Seungmin chuckles. 

“Who’s Hyeongjun?” you ask, never having heard the name before. 

“Our friend who is killer at shredding the guitar. You could meet him if you come on Saturday.” Jiseok tried to persuade you. 

“I can’t I-” 

“Have dance,I know. What time does class end? Maybe you could come after.” You shake your head. 

“We have rehearsals for our summer show. I won't get out till late,” you state. 

“Well what time does it start? Maybe you could pop by before.” Jiseok tried again, not ready to give up. 

“I have a pas de deux class at five,” you  inform, shrinking into my shoulders. 

“I give up,” Jiseok throws his hands up. 

“I told you I don’t know why you bother,” Seungmin said. 

“Would it seriously kill you to miss one class?” Jiseok questioned. 

“Yes! There’s nothing worse than missing dance for me,” you say. Jiseok grumbles at your response. “Look, I have a two week break after our summer show. We can hang out then.” Jiseok perks up. 

“I’m holding you to that.” He points at you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jiseok indeed was holding you to your word. That’s how you found yourself in a small crowd of people in front of a small stage. 

“It’s kinda cramped,” you speak loudly over the music playing. 

“It’s part of the fun,” Jiseok smiles. 

Soon the lights dim and a band walks onto the stage. 

“This is Hyeongjun’s band,” Seungmin tells you. He points out which one is Hyeongjun. He had long black hair. Was wearing baggy jeans, a band tee and his fingernails were painted black. The complete opposite of your bright and feminine aesthetic. Down to your light pink fingernails.  His aura intrigued you. It seemed dark and a little mysterious. Seungmin wasn’t lying when he said he had killer guitar skills. The way his fingers moved along the strings captivated you. 

After the performance was over Jiseok and Seungmin took you to meet Hyeongjun and his band. 

“And who’s this little lady? Doesn’t really look like this is her kind of scene.” One of Hyeongjun’s band members asked. 

“Jooyeon, this is y/n.” Jiseok points at you. “Y/n this is Heyongjun and Gunil.” He points to either of the two males. 

“Nice to meet you. You guys were good,” you compliment them. 

“Really you thought they were good? You were just awkwardly standing while they were playing, so I kinda thought I made a mistake taking you out of the studio.” Jiseok says. 

“Studio?” Hyeongjun asked. 

“Oh I do ballet,” you inform. 

“Oh my god we’re punks and she does ballet!” Jooyeon joked excitedly. 

“You do look like a dancer now that you say that,” Gunil said. 

“Wait, so you can do the splits?” Jooyeon cut in. 

“Why does everybody ask that?...Yes I can do the splits,” you say. 

“Do them-”

“How long have you been dancing?” Hyeongjun cuts Jooyeon off. 

“Since I was three,” you tell him. 

“Do you have any videos?” he asked. 

“Yeah in fact we just had our summer show.” You pull out my phone to pull up the videos. “Here.” You flip your phone around to show him the video of your performance. “I’m right here.” You point to yourself. 

Just as you became captivated by Hyeongjun watching him play, Hyeongjun became captivated by you watching you dance. Seeing your delicate lines, soft flowing movements. It stirred something inside Hyeongjun’s heart. The others are quick to notice the daze-like state Hyeongjun is in as he watches you dance. Seungmin smirks, having noticed your daze-like state earlier when you were watching Hyeongjun play. 

“You look really pretty when you dance,” Hyeongjun compliments when the video ends. 

“Thanks,” you smile. “You look cool while playing guitar.” Hyeongjun smiles too 

“Thanks,” he returns. The others share glances at yours and Hyeongjun’s exchange. 

“Hyeongjun, have you ever thought about learning to ride a skateboard?” Jooyeon randomly asked. Jiseok laughs at his question. 

“Um..no. Why?” Hyeongjun responded. Jooyeon smiles. 

“Just asking.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“We’re gonna hang out with Hyeongjun and the others this weekend. Do you want to come?” Jiseok asked. 

“I almost forgot I’m on my two-week break. I was about to say I have dance.” you laugh, so do Jiseok and Seungmin.

“So do you want to come?” Seungmin questioned. You couldn’t deny that the thought of seeing Hyeongjun again made your heart feel a certain way. 

“Sure I’ll come,” you agree. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You brought Ms.Ballerina,” Gunil notes upon your arrival. 

“She usually has dance so we’re taking full advantage of her two week break,” Jiseok says. 

“Yeah I’ve seen the outside world a lot recently,” you joke. Hyeongjun smiles. He’s happy to see you again. The bright aesthetic of your white flower blouse and pastel blue skirt feels like a breath of fresh air to him. Not that he could imagine not dressing in his punk rock aesthetic nor was he tired of it. Just something about you and how you appear to be the complete opposite of him really pulled him in towards you. 

“Talk to her.” Gunil nudged Hyeongjun, easily noticing the way he was looking at you.

“About what? I doubt that we have much in common.” 

“Just go.” Gunil literally shoves Hyeongjun over to you. Hyeongjun stumbles his way over to you. 

“Hey,” he greets you. 

“Hey,” you smile at him brightly. Your heart rate picked up a little with joy that he was talking to you. Hyeongjun tries to think about what to say to you. 

“I’m glad you came today,” he expressed.

“I am too. It’s nice to see you again,” you reply. Hyeongjun’s heart warms at your words. A silence comes over the two of you. Neither of you know quite what to say, but you remain walking side by side. 

“Do you paint your own nails?” you asked, looking down at his hand covered with black polish.

“Oh yeah I do,” he answers, bringing up his hands. 

“They look nice,” you say.

“Thanks, your pink nails look cute.” he gestures to your hands.

“What bands do you like?” you carry on with the conversation. Hyeongjun’s a bit shocked by your question. Not really expecting you to know much, if anything about bands, but he tells you nonetheless. Giving you the names of his favorite songs and bands he finds inspiration from. 

At some point you and Hyeongjun broke off from the others without even noticing. Being too caught up in learning (and falling) for one another. It wasn’t until either of your phones went off with a text from Jiseok with a picture of the two of you sitting on a bench together with the caption. “He was a punk. She did ballet” that you both realized the others were nowhere to be found. A blush brushed over both of your cheeks.

“We should find the others,” Hyeongjun said. 

“Yeah we should.”

Of course when you reunited with the others they had to tease the two of you by asking how your date went. Even though the two of you denied you both liked the thought of going on a date together. 

3 months later

“Hyeongjun!” you happily called your boyfriend as you walked out of the dance studio. His punk attire certainly sticking out amongst all the dancers also leaving the studio. He smiles, sticking out his hand for you. 

“How was class?” he asked as you linked your pink painted nails with his black ones.

“Good. I’m gonna be sore tomorrow though,” you chuckle lightly. You continue to tell Hyeongjun about your class and even if he only understands every other ballet term that comes out of your mouth he still listens to you intently. 

Yours and Hyeongjun’s personalties were polar opposites, yet somehow the two of you blended together so perfectly. You were bright and he was dark. You brought light into his life and he brought a sheltering shade into yours. It was the perfect balance. He was a punk. You did ballet. What else is there to say?

Bonus Scene

“Heyingjun come here,” you call for your boyfriend. 

“What is it?” he asked, entering the room. He sees you sitting on the bed with a bottle of pink polish out. 

“Sit down.” You pat the bed. 

“The pink is making me nervous,” he says pointing to the bottle. 

“Just a little tiny bit,” you say, making a small space between your thumb and pointer finger. 

“I don’t know,” Hyeongjun said. Yet he still lets you take his hand in yours when you reach out for it. You take the bottle of pink polish and open it. Then carefully you take the brush and paint a french tip across the black nail on Hyeongjun’s ring finger. “See just a little” you smile. 

“Let me see your hand” Hyeonjun tells you. You stick out your hand for him. Hyeongjun grabs a bottle of black nail polish then carefully uses the brush to paint a black french tip across your pink nail. “There now we match.” The two of you smile like two fools in love holding your ring fingers next to each other. Hyeongjun imagines that one day there will be a pretty ring sitting on your finger too.

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[kyunyu3]

[pudrid]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓁͟𝒶͟𝓂͟𝒷͟ ⡶ ⠀ ❤︎

[delicaditio]

ojitos de azúcar 💗 🍮 ᳝᳜᳝᳜ᰯུ▩

[gangmong]

[la-grenouilles-posts]

Some smiles of junhan

[shibuinni3]

Você Ainda Vai Me Amar e Meu Sol

1. Han Hyeongjun e Kwak Jiseok 2. Goo Gunil e Han Hyeongjun.

Nota: Ambas as capas foram feitas para o Villain Secreto que aconteceu justamente hoje no @xdhsquad. A primeira foi para mim e a outra foi para a Moon. Queria postar em conjunto pois sinceramente gosto de ver elas como um evento que aconteceu juntamente de tudo isso ❤️ E abaixo o link para ler as duas

1: 🌷 2: ☀️

[yenluv]

☦︎ ❊ ໋ ｡ ౨ৎ ✦ its like a dream, i've finally reached you

[dazkive]

　　 ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི

ཐི ີ ཋྀ ⸺ ꒰ྀི ᪇ꫭ₊ ༉ thinking about you..

[hoforwonho]

[intoxicao]

ʕ´ ᩙᩙ ` ʔ ❤︎ i love you, cyka

[gunilslaugh]

Best Of The Worst

Han Hyeongjun  Summary: Your bad luck was never ending. After escaping two dangerous situations you now found yourself face to face with villain Han Hyeongjun. (non-idol au) WC:~1.5k Warning:none

part 2 part 3 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

First it was the queen of the kingdom. She wanted you dead. Why? Because you found that her son, the prince, was illegitimate. He was not of the king’s blood, but rather a blacksmith’s. How you found this information out was because you have the best (worst) timing in the world. As a castle maid you were doing your daily cleaning. Once you finished shining the silverware you headed out to the back to gather the drying laundry from the lines.

“You can’t keep me away from my son forever. I have the right to see him!” A man who you recognized as a local blacksmith yelled.

“You have no right! He is the king’s son and has no clue who you even are!” The queen yelled back. You froze in your tracks briefly before quickly turning around to head back inside. 

“Stop, you there! Tell me where the prince is!” the blacksmith demanded. You immediately knew that you were screwed, but this guy was a mere blacksmith, so you didn’t have to listen to his order. You kept walking, holding onto a mere slimmer of hope that you could get away.

“Halt!” the queen ordered. Now you were definitely screwed. 

“Yes, your royal highness?” You turned around to face the queen. 

“Escort this man off the castle’s grounds and tell the guards to never let him enter again,” she told you while shooting an icy glare at the blacksmith.  

“Understood your highness,” you bowed slightly. “Follow me sir,” you say. 

“You can’t do this! You vile women! He’s my son!” You felt the hole you already found yourself in grow deeper.

“I suggest you follow the maid before I call the guards,” the queen threatened. 

“This isn’t over.” The blacksmith points a finger at the queen. To which the queen scoffs unimpressively. “Also bring me tea once you're done showing him out,” the queen tells you walking back inside.  It felt like she was placing a nail in your coffin. 

“Please follow me sir,” you said hopelessly. 

After telling the guards that the blacksmith was to never set foot on castle grounds again you thought about running away. You knew no good was going to come from bringing the queen her tea, but you figured that running away would be worse, she’d probably send the guards after you. So you made up her tea as slowly as possible and took the long way to the queen’s room. 

Once you arrived at the queen’s room you softly knocked on the door. 

“I have your tea, your highness,” you announced. 

“Enter!” You heard from the other side of the door. You took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside of the room. You walked the tea over to the table, setting it down. 

You were about to take your leave when, “Sit,” the queen ordered you. You tentatively looked at the chair. Letting out an inaudible sigh you sit down. “I know you heard,” she states. 

“Heard what your highness?” You played dumb. 

“I get that you’re playing dumb to save your own ass, but it won’t work. I know you know and I can’t have that,” the queen says. 

“I’ll leave the castle, the kingdom even,” you tried. 

“Even outside of the castle, the kingdom, the problem is you can still talk. You’ve been a good maid all these years and I’m grateful for your service, so please understand that I don’t take getting rid of you lightly.” She looked at you with sympathy and your heart sank. 

“Get rid of me?” you asked tentatively. You already knew what she meant though. 

“I’ll have the morticians dress you elegantly as a sort of payment,” the queen smiled at you. 

“Please, your highness. I won’t tell anybody. I swear on my life!” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry I can’t take any chances. Guards!” the queen called. Two guards busted into the room. “Kill this maid, discreetly. Be quick with it. They are just an unfortunate victim,” she tells them. The guards are quick to grab you and drag you away. 

You tried to plead with the guards until your throat went raw. They never listened. They drug you into the back of a wagon where they then shoved and locked you in a wooden crate. No matter how hard you banged, kicked, you were locked in. 

Eventually the sound of the wagon moving stopped and you could now hear the sound of a waterfall. Your stomach drops. They were gonna throw you down the waterfall into the lake below. “They’re just an unfortunate victim.” The queen's words now made sense. They were gonna make it look like you drowned. You felt the wooden crate you were locked in being lifted. You took a breath as if it would matter as you felt yourself being thrown. Then everything went black. 

When you came to you were laying in a cave that was just behind the waterfall. You survived? How could you have possibly survived? 

“You're awake? If you didn’t wake up soon I was gonna have a nice meal for tonight.” You look down at the water that was at the front of the cave. There he was, the siren, that was rumored to live in the lake. Apparently the rumor was true, but why would he save you?

“You saved me?” You sat up. The siren swims closer to you, stopping where the water meets the cave floor. 

“I just pulled you out of the water. You woke up on your own,” he clarified. 

“Well…thanks I guess,” you say. The siren laughed. 

“Aren’t you curious why I pulled you out of the water?” he asked.

“Why?” 

“At first I was gonna have you for dinner, but then I saw that pretty face of yours and I thought I would keep you instead,” he smiled. 

“Keep me?” you questioned. 

“Yes, keep you. You can live here in this cave with me. Your clothes are those of the castle maids. Which means you’re probably very obedient,” He looked at you with hungry eyes. “I haven’t had a companion for a long time.” He started to pull himself out of the water. You think your situation just went from bad to worse. 

“As nice as that sounds. I should get going?” You stood up. 

“Go where? Back to the castle? I saw the castle guards throw you over, so I’m pretty sure you won’t be going back there,” the siren said. 

“I’ll go see my family. I haven’t gotten to see them much since becoming a maid,” you told. 

“Come on, I'm lonely. Stay with me for a few days,” he bargained. 

“And become fish food at the end? No thanks,” you declined. 

“You’re a smart one, but how do you plan on getting out of here? Are you gonna swim? We both know I’ll catch you,” he taunted. 

“Sure you can easily catch me with your swimming skills, but how are your climbing skills?” you challenged. 

“What?” the siren asked. You gestured to the cave behind you. “You won’t be able to find a way out,” he tells you. 

“I’ll find that out myself.” With that you ran deeper into the cave, looking for an exit. 

By the grace of God you did find a way out. It was high and a very precarious climb, but you made it. You escaped the cave. 

“Guess the siren is gonna have to find some new dinner,” a menacing voice states. You sigh. First it was the queen, then it was a siren, now it’s Hyeongjun. Who is known for not being afraid of getting his hands bloody. 

“I give up,” you state, head falling into the palms of your hands. 

“Oh come one. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. He crouches down to where you sit on the dirt. 

“What will you do?” you question. 

“Don’t know. I’m not really feeling in a murderous mood, but I don’t feel like letting you walk away so easily either,” he smirks. 

“Don’t play with me. I’m having the worst day,” you complained. 

“Oh you poor thing. How about you tell me about it?” He was clearly being sarcastic. 

“As if you care? I’m leaving,” you state, standing up. 

“I don’t think so. I don’t feel like letting you walk away easily, remember?” He caught your wrist and tilted his head to the side. You sighed. 

“How about I tell you the queen's secret then?” you suggested. 

“The queen's secret?” he asked. 

“Yes, are you interested or not?” You pulled your wrist from his hold and folded your arms. 

“It does pique my interest, but how do I know you just won’t tell me some nonsense like she skips brushing her teeth?” Hyeongjun inquired. 

“How about this? I’ll tell you her secret and if you think it’s not good enough you can kill me or whatever you fancy,” you say. 

“Sounds like you’re making a deal with me,” Hyeonjun said. 

“I am, so deal or no deal?” You stuck out your hand. 

“I love deals.” Hyeongjun firmly shakes your hand. “Now tell me, what’s the queen’s secret?” 

“The prince isn’t of the king’s blood. His real father is a blacksmith,” you spill. A smirk grows across Hyeongjun’s face.

part 2 part 3 epilogue!

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

[wonjivrs]

couple things with cravity

parings: cravity x gn! reader

genre: all things fluffy <3

warnings: none

note: hi ! this is our very first headcannon for cravity. the process of writing this was fun for both of us so we hope u guys enjoy it too ! for everyone reading so far feedbacks and reblogs are appreciated :D

☆ serim

kisses during couple situps. working out together. carrying his s/o bridal style. small gifts without any occasion. random “i love you” texts. doing groceries or just lazing around the house together. spontaneous road trips. candle lights and dinner tables.

“i thought you’d like this.”

☆ allen

sharing things. bad pick up lines. comforting kisses. laying his head on the his s/o’s shoulder. flowers in returned books. giving each other nicknames. slow dancing with soft smiles. bringing you your favourite hot drink in bed. reading books on the couch, hands intertwined.

“how about something warm? it’ll help you sleep.”

☆ jungmo

kisses on the back of hands. falling asleep together on the sofa when watching a movie. finds comfort in your scent. being observant to your likes and dislikes. feeding you as you work. gently wiping your tears. always giving the utmost attention to you if in a crowd.

“you were talking about that table there being a little bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.”

☆ woobin

smiling at the mere thought of his s/o or their texts. feeding you his cooking and hoping you'll like it. ruffling the other’s hair. softly stroking your skin. barbecue parties in the garden. using absurd terms of endearment. dancing in the kitchen whilst making dinner. doing things for you just because ??

"so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?"

☆ wonjin

smiling in-between kisses. having the other’s head on your lap. stroking your fingers while holding hands. constant reassurance. can only fall asleep cuddled next to his s/o. hugs that last a little longer than they should. peppering soft kisses all over your face. choosing the perfect watermelon together for the first time.

“i know you’ll do perfect, okay ?”

☆ minhee

hugging the other from behind and nuzzling into their neck. napping together. pressing soft kisses onto his s/o’s shoulder. leaning against the doorframe with the sweetest smile on his face just watching his lover get ready to go out. pressing foreheads against each other.

“we’ll be less cold if we cuddle yk?”

☆ hyeongjun

sliding hands under the other’s clothes. watching your favourite show. kisses all over the face. stargazing on a winter night. adorable big eyes that widens a little when he listens to your rant keenly. cuddling together and falling asleep in each other's embrace.

“you make me feel all soft and mushy inside.”

☆ taeyoung

feather-light kisses on your knuckles. quick glances that turn into a longing, admirable gaze. fingers brushing other’s cheek. bunking lectures together. playing among us and being the imposter with their s/o and defending each other during discussions.

“your hands are so big/tiny! i love it”

☆ seongmin

washing his s/o’s hair for them. making flower crowns. subconsciously linking little fingers. silly banter. adopting a kitten together. kissing your forehead when he notices you’ve fallen asleep. sharing sweaters. bingeing an entire season of a trashy reality show in one sitting together.

“shh stop fussing. i’m just braiding your hair”

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