#Hyunsik fanfic

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Kinkmas - Day 18: Videotape W/ Hyunsik

Post Date: 18th December 2022 Content: Smut - BtoB Hyunsik x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Videotaping/ Voyeurism/ Brief Masterbating/ Foreplay (Recieving)/ Penetration/ Pet names - Princess, Baby. Pretty Girl/ Praise

Summary: What’s Christmas without having a little keepsake of such a good time? This is the Christmas you’ll never get the chance to forget.

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He can’t deal with it anymore, he can’t deal with being away from you much longer though he knows he has to be for his job. But he can’t get the idea of needing you constantly. Needing to feel you around him, to see your pretty little fucked out face. 

Though the idea’s crossed his mind plenty of times, he wasn’t sure of how he was going to ask you to do it for him. He’d love nothing more than to record the way your face screws when his fingers curl up in you or remember how you scream when he’s so deep inside of you.

"I want to try something," Hyunsik whispers in your ear, a little nervous but he tries his best to keep his nerves under control. Just with a little hope, you'll agree to it. 

"What's that?" You smile at him, hands clutched around his biceps as you're lowered down onto the couch, underneath him as your legs rest over his as he gently lowers his height on you slightly. 

"I miss you so much when I'm away, I need you when I'm gone. I'd love nothing more than to have a video of you, for Christmas," He speaks so softly but his eyes start to change, from soft to daringly seductive within a few seconds. 

"A video... Of me?" Your eyebrow cocks, his lips wet from his tongue swiping across it. With a small nod, he tests the waters by pressing his lips against yours, to see if you'll get the hint.

However, you're still a little confused until the second he starts kissing over you sensitive skin on your neck, and you moan. He smirks at you as he rushes off to get a camera, coming back with a tripod and ready to see how this goes. More than excited to say the least.

"If you don't want to do it, baby, just let me know," The reassurance in his voice makes you more than comfortable, sit up straight as you start to take off your clothes teasingly slow, watching how he crumbles at the sight whilst trying to fix the camera into a certain place. 

The confidence when taking off your clothes teasingly slowly burns into shyness, especially when he walks towards you after stripping off camera. The way he pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling it makes you giggly as your hands rest on his shoulders, your clothed core pressed against his clothed boner, almost instinctively grinding on it.

Despite being incredibly shy about it, you were enjoying seeing his face contort when you rolls your hips on him, giving him and yourself a little friction to help get things going. Almost completely forgetting that the camera was there in the first place. 

With a hand on your lower back, his other hand trails down your neck to your shoulders, slowly pulling down your bra straps with the biggest grin on his face. Only to then reach around with that one hand and unclasp it with a single flick of a finger. 

"Wanna show the camera what a pretty girl you are?" His voice was deep, sending heat straight to your core, making you wetter as if you weren't so already. 

Battering your eyelashes at him, you smirk as you turn around, ass on his crotch with your hands cupping your breasts and leaning over slightly to show the full rack. 

As much as he was enjoying this, he just can’t help but get too excited, hands cupping your ass cheeks, making you sit up on your knees for a little bit just to be able to tease you from behind. 

You’re whimpering loudly as his fingers press against your clit through your underwear, making them marked with your slick as you bite down on your lip. Loving every sound you’re making, Hyunsik gently moves you so you’re face down, ass up on the couch.

“Look at the camera, sweetheart. I’m going to want to see every single face you pull when I fuck you, so I can watch back and remember how good you feel around my cock,” He groans as he caresses you from the top of your torso sides to your waist and hips. 

To get you back for teasing him by taking your clothes off so slowly earlier, he takes his sweet time to remove your underwear from around your body, lowering the fabric down your thighs until they eventually hit your knees. 

Whilst palming himself through his boxers, he lowers down so his head is resting on your shoulder, his whole body on you and his clothed cock pressing right up against your soaked core. 

“You’re going to have to tell me how much you love and want my cock, princess,” He growls lowly into your ear, fingers still toying at your clit as you clench around thin air with brows furrowed together as whimpers leave your lips. 

“Please, I need you so bad. I love you filling me up with your cock,” You whimper in reply, wiggling your ass on his erection to hopefully get him moving faster. 

“Say it to the camera, baby”.

So you do, you repeat it but direct it to the camera, loving every second of this and knowing that since this is what he wants for Christmas, he’s never going to forget it. Being his best Christmas present ever. 

“Good girl”.

Just as he praises you, he pulls his cock out of the confinements of his underwear, teasing his tip at your core before slowly entering you, your facial expression screws in satisfaction and it’s all caught on tape. Just for him.And he's living for it, only being able to see the side of your face and is lucky enough to be able to hear your whimpers. 

But he's so excited to watch this recording back, to be able to use this whenever he needed for personal use. Potentially making more with you dressed up in sexy Christmas lingerie. This is his new obsession.. 

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I Wished For You

Pairing: Lee Hyunsik x female reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mention of sex but with no details

Prompt: “Will you come with me?” - #46 of Idea Starters

Word count: 2053

“Will you come with me?”

“Where to?” you asked, already reaching out your hand towards him. Hyunsik took your willingness in his stride, the scrunch of his eyes as he smiled warmly, causing your heart to beat erratically.

You would follow this man into the depths of hell if you had to. Addicted wasn’t even the right word to describe how you felt for Hyunsik, but it came pretty darn close.

You couldn’t go without him for too long. The withdrawal symptoms were too potent, too arduous to endure.

And so, it didn’t matter what his answer to your question would be. You would go anywhere with him.

But you were the tiniest bit of intrigued.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he offered, knowing full well that wouldn’t satisfy you at all.

It was almost as if he wanted to hear you whine.

“Not even a little hint?” you asked with a pout as you shook your linked hands back and forth.

If someone had told you ten months ago that you would be full-on pouting as a grown woman, you would have socked them one. Perhaps you needed to smack yourself just once and see if that would help shake you free from this spell he held over you.

You were doing so many different things these days that you hadn’t with other men. Not that you hated it, of course. Everything felt natural, giddy, and entirely satisfying at Hyunsik’s side.

It was just that you hadn’t experienced anything like this before that made you stop and wonder why you acted like this now. Was this true love? You weren’t sure just yet.

Neither of you had uttered the three little words at each other, and whilst you were certain your life would always have him in it now, you didn’t want to rush them out into the universe. The right time to say them hadn’t arrived yet.

It was weird to hold onto something that you had thrown out to others before. But this time, you wanted to make sure that even if you felt indescribably connected to Hyunsik, that he too was in it for the long haul.

Leading you over to his car, Hyunsik opened the passenger door, even leaning in to buckle you in once inside. You chose to use this moment to brush your lips over his, a token of gratitude towards his caring nature.

Chuckling, Hyunsik shook his head. “I’m not telling you anything.”

“It was worth a try,” you admitted with a playful scowl, having kissed him just because, not with an ulterior motive.

It didn’t take him long to round the car or pull it out of the parking lot and head for the highway that took you out of the city. You were surprised that wherever you were going wasn’t within the city limits.

Eventually, you looked around yourself before pointedly catching Hyunsik’s brief glance in your direction. “Should I have packed an overnight bag?”

“I’ve got everything we need sorted. Don’t worry.”

Of course, Hyunsik came prepared. He was the detail-oriented type, another thing you loved about him. He seemed to know right whenever you needed something, or him, appearing with arms open and goodies to spoil you with.

But tonight, when he arrived on your doorstep, he had nothing with him except that request. Nerves strangely filled your stomach, fluttering around with confusion. You weren’t hugely fond of surprises, but you knew whatever it was that Hyunsik would do everything in his power to ensure you were comfortable.

So, when his car finally stopped in a small village deep in the closest mountains to the city, you didn’t panic. In fact, you merely breathed out a sigh of awe. “This place is…”

“The one in that book you told me about. You know, the one with the wishing stones?”

You were surprised that Hyunsik remembered that book because you almost didn’t. When your recognition came a second too late, he cleared his throat and looked away, somewhat anxious now. It surprised you to see the emotion there, knowing Hyunsik was usually quite confident in all his decisions. It was yet another characteristic about him that you admired.

“I’m so glad you looked for this place,” you told him sincerely.

Hyunsik smiled, brushing his lips over the side of your head. “Shall we check-in?”

A little old lady ran the inn, her weathered face warm and comforting. She smiled at you both, a little chuckle rising when she stepped forward. “You both shine together.”

“Do we?” you enthused, grinning at her before looking at Hyunsik beside you. “I think he shines a little more than me.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Hyunsik objected with a smile, leaning onto the countertop. “We have a reservation under the name—”

“I was expecting you, don’t worry,” she cut in, her wrinkles deepening as her face broke out into another welcoming smile. “Everything is ready for you in your room. It’s two nights, right?”

“Yes.”

“You can square me up at the end. Do you want any dinner? I’m almost finished with preparing for my family, and there’s always plenty to go around.”

Glancing at Hyunsik, you nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

“Come. I’ll show you to your room so you can freshen up from your trip.”

You followed the small astute woman across the courtyard of the inn as she slotted a key into the door of a unit. After flicking on the lights, she then left you both to it, with instructions on where to find the dining hall.

Looking around yourself as Hyunsik clicked the door shut behind him, you slowly turned until you were facing your partner. “This is just magical.”

“I thought you’d like it,” he agreed, coming to your side and encircling your waist with his hands. Pecking your lips softly, he grinned. “And I beg to differ about who shines more.”

“We’re not going to argue over it,” you replied before looking around again. “I would have never thought to seek this place out as you have.”

“I wanted this weekend to be perfect,” Hyunsik confessed, his eyes flashing with hesitance. You watched the emotion curiously before registering the words he spoke.

“Wait, weekend? If you told me I would need an overnight—”

“Like I said earlier, I’ve organised everything for you.”

“How?”

“You leave so much at my apartment lately that I had no problems sorting you out stuff to wear for the next couple of days.”

“Have I ever told you how thoughtful you are?” you wondered, brushing some of his hair away from his face before cupping his cheeks in both hands. “You’re too much.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” he murmured, leaning in to catch your lips, the kiss sweet, lingering.

“We better go to that dinner,” you whispered when he pulled away, your senses tingling all over.

The last thing on your mind was food right then.

Dinner was comfortable and full of laughter. You learned a lot about the small village and were given several locations to check out when the sun rose. And after the way you and Hyunsik spent the night writhing together under the sheets, that sun was high in the sky when your eyes opened.

“Morning, beautiful,” Hyunsik greeted into your skin, pressing gentle kisses into your bare shoulder. “Well rested?”

“Surprisingly,” you answered, lazily grinning up at him. “Especially after how many times you made me see stars last night.”

“We better go see some of the daytime then before I rain more galaxies down on you,” he teased seductively, and you stretched forward to capture his lips in three more kisses before following him out of bed and getting ready for the day.

The little old lady had kindly left breakfast for you on the doorstep and after enjoying the meal together in your room, you headed out onto the tracks around the village to explore.

It was an old township, and there were even older ruins all around. Overgrown at some points, the stone that remained from crumbling buildings seemed to be all over the sides of the tracks you and Hyunsik were taking. It gave the perfect excuse to hold hands as you hiked the terrain, helping each other over the obstacles sticking out in strange places over the earth.

“Do you know where we’re going?” you asked after an hour of exercise, the sheen of sweat on your forehead indicating the heat of the sun was at its hottest for the day.

Hyunsik nodded. “I came prepared, remember?”

“So long as you don’t get us lost,” you replied with a grin, and Hyunsik rolled his eyes.

“Even if I did, would you stop following me?” he wondered, coming to a stop. You stumbled into his arms, no doubt part of his sudden plan. Hooking his spare arm around your waist to balance you, he gazed at you deeply.

Struggling to breathe with the way his eyes captivated you, you shook your head loosely. “Never.”

“Good,” he answered with a kiss, gently pulling you along the track.

It wasn’t until you reached a body of water nestled into the mountainside that you realised where Hyunsik had brought you.

“Wishing Stone Creek,” you murmured, watching the water cascade from a higher part of the mountainside, pooling into the creek before it continued as a stream downward.

Taking a seat on the stone wall that banked a side of the large creek, you retrieved a bottle of water from your bag on your back as you took in the stacks of stones waiting for people to make wishes with.

Hyunsik was quiet as he observed the area for a few minutes, and you soon found yourself staring at him. It was already picturesque without him there, but being able to see this magical spot in the mountains at his side was overwhelming.

You almost didn’t feel right picking up a stone and casting a wish upon it when you already had so much sitting beside you.

Still, you grabbed two stones, holding out both your hands at your partner. “Which one do you want?”

He decided on the smaller, smoother stone, clasping his hands around it and closed his eyes. When he was done, Hyunsik tossed it into the water, his smile growing as he watched it sink.

“What did you wish for?” you inquired, and Hyunsik smirked.

“That would make the wish pointless, wouldn’t it?”

“Fine. I won’t tell you mine!” you exclaimed, mirroring his actions of wishing onto the stone before you tossed it towards the rainfall of water at the back.

You had wished for a life long of loving Hyunsik. You knew you were capable of doing that without making a promise upon a stone, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than him for the rest of your life.

Comfortably silent for a while taking in the nature around you both, you eventually clambered back to your feet to make the trek down to the village before the moon rose in the sky.

However, Hyunsik stopped you, slipping his hand into his pocket. “Wait.”

“Hm?” You watched him expectantly and gasped when he pulled something out of his pocket. “What are you doing?”

“I wished for you,” he announced, holding up a necklace with a similar grey stone with a belt of white quartz embedded in the center of it. “And I’m always going to wish for just you.”

You were shaking as he placed the necklace around your neck, the stone settling upon your skin. Pulling you back against him, Hyunsik’s mouth lingered around your ear. “I love you. I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks now.”

“Why did you wait?” you breathed, slowly turning around to hook your arms around his shoulders, linking them behind his head. You smiled at him. “You know I love you too.”

“Do I? You haven’t told me yet.”

“I followed you here. I would follow you anywhere,” you pointed out, and his smile grew.

“I wanted the moment to be as perfect as it is now,” he confessed, gesturing to your surroundings.

You looked around yourself and smiled.

It was pretty perfect.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, leaning in to brush his lips over yours. “I’m going to always love you.”

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BTOB - Them And Reader Being Judges In Produce X 101

A/N: got this requested on my other blog, but since I'm not too active on that one anymore I'll post it here!

And yes, this is an OT7 post. Hope you enjoy!

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Eunkwang

Is absolutely thrilled that he gets to work beside his partner.

Although everyone is already aware of your relationship, he doesn't even try to be discreet about it. It's actually pretty cute.

Both of you are known as the "parents" of the show, because you're both some of the oldest and you like to look out for the trainees.

You're both pretty good at giving them advice, but sometimes when Eunkwang senses that the trainees are way too tense, he tries to cheer them up by trying to be funny.

"-and if you end up falling on stage, just play dead and stay there until the music stops. Like this-"

You playfully scold him while the trainees are laughing at the way he is giving a demonstration. "Yah- why would you tell them that?"

When It's time for the judges to evaluate the performances, he of course is being his usual self -he is known to be quite the mood maker.

When It's finally your turn to speak and give criticism, he always takes the opportunity to make you flustered, with comments like, "Y/N looks so pretty today, don't they?" or "Everyone please give Y/N a round of applause, they have been working very hard lately."

You also don't fail to amuse him with your own comments, and when you say something funny his loud laugh is the one thing heard all around the room.

Everyone loves your interactions -the trainees, the host, the other judges, the viewers- and they're always one of the things that people look forward to watching on the next episode.

Minhyuk

You have always been a huge fan of BTOB, and it just so happens that Minhyuk is your favorite.

That's why when you get the opportunity to work alongside him as a judge in Produce X 101, you are ecstatic.

A lot of people working on the show know this, so of course they have to put you on the spot right in front of him.

All you do is laugh and cover your face in embarrassment as soon as the host asks you about your love for Minhyuk, who just so happens to be sitting right next you.

When you finally gain the courage to confirm it, the host turns to Minhyuk in order to ask him how he feels about this.

"I'm very honored, because I'm a fan of them, too." He replies on his microphone, sending the audience into a frenzy.

You almost faint right on the spot.

From that point forward, both of you seem to grow closer, and you feel much more comfortable being around him.

You're able to joke with him, elaborate on things he points out, and you even begin to take selcas together.

It's really no surprise to anyone when, months after the show has finished airing, an article about you two being in a relationship comes out.

You both confirm It’s true.

Changsub

Has the biggest crush on you and it shows.

He is your #1 fanboy, even if he's been in the industry for much longer than you have.

Whenever the judges are introduced, and It's your turn to be called, you will either see him standing up and clapping dramatically, or randomly taking out a sign with your name on it.

"Y/N, notice me!" He will shout, despite the fact that you're only like two seats away from him.

His facial expressions speak for themselves, as well.

Changsub is always mesmerized by every single thing that you say or do.

When you have to do a special performance for the show's finale, he, just like everyone else, is blown away by your charisma and vocals on stage.

He is also quite the gentleman.

He would often pull a chair out for you, open doors for you, etc.

Frankly put, he is whipped.

Hyunsik

He gets very shy around you.

It's because he likes you, a lot, and is excited to start working with you.

You feel the exact same way.

This guy would laugh at everything you do.

Sometimes, he would even join in on whatever you're doing. It makes you feel giddy on the inside.

When asked about you, he would speak very fondly of you. He really does admire you.

You also admire him, and you wish that you could tell him how much.

Neither of you would be brave enough to make the first move, and it would drive everyone crazy.

Especially the other BTOB members.

He would also be staring at you whenever you weren't looking, but it wouldn't be in a creepy way. It's because he thinks you're beautiful, and he can't help himself.

You wouldn't notice, but the people on Twitter definitely would.

Peniel

He has known you for a long time, so he's glad that both of you get to be judges on the show.

Is very comfortable talking to you, and neither of you feel the need to speak properly to each other; It's just something you're not used to with him.

Both of you know English, so when you want to mess around and make the other judges frustrated you just have full on Enlgish conversations in front of them.

It's also a good thing that you're both very close, because it makes it easier to work together once you're both assigned to write and produce one of the songs for the show's finale.

You guys are at his studio for hours. You have to force yourselves to stop at some point, in order to finally eat a proper meal.

It's probably the most time you've spent together in a single day, ever.

At one point, you end up falling asleep on Peniel's shoulder. He does nothing to pull away, probably because of the fact that he's also sleeping.

Although it gets tough, you guys manage to come up with the perfect song, and you're both so proud.

You feel even prouder when the finale comes around and you see the performance. You and Peniel were wiping imaginary tears away, to let the trainees know how much you loved it. Barely any criticism was necessary.

It made you realize how much you really loved working with Peniel, and you were looking forward to doing so again, soon.

Ilhoon

You and Ilhoon meet for the very first time on the show, and you hit it off from the very beginning.

You like how he knows so much about music, and how he is so good at noticing every single detail in the performances.

He can be a bit strict with the trainees sometimes, but It’s not in a malicious way. He really does care about them.

He likes your brightness, your ability to make everyone smile so easily.

You both talk the most when there's a commercial break going on; It's mostly small talk about the trainees that have caught your attention the most, but it soon develops into something bigger.

You find out that Ilhoon is actually really funny as the show progresses, and that he can get very, very flirty as well.

With you, specifically.

It's not like you mind it, but sometimes you're afraid of mistaking his flirting with his humor, so you try to be as casual about it as possible.

You cannot deny that he makes you nervous, though. In a good way.

Sungjae

Professionalism? He has not heard about such thing when it comes to teasing you on the show.

It's a constant playful bickering between the two of you, but fans of the show find it very entertaining.

They also don't miss the chance to point out the fact that you two are unaware of how much you like each other.

Even your friends talk about it in the group chat, but you deny it like your life depends on it.

Sungjae, on the other hand, loves to feed into it.

"Yes, I do think that Y/N likes me, and that's why they can't get enough of me." He would say once the host asked him if what people are saying is true.

But you wouldn't keep quiet. "I think It's Sungjae who likes me, because he keeps teasing me, and he is probably too afraid to admit it."

Everyone would laugh at Sungjae's look of defeat, including yourself.

However, it does seem to work in your favor, because once the show ends Sungjae ends up asking you out (but he swears It’s not a date).

You surprise yourself by accepting his invitation.

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Seven Thursdays

Seven Thursdays, Seven Coincidences

Im Hyunsik x OC

(previously uploaded under killingmebtob, this is a revised edition)

Thursday, 5 October 2017

"Believe in me and wait. I promise... I'll come back to you..."

I can barely hold back from rolling my eyes at the cliché dialogue. Sometimes, I really question my editor's intentions. For the nth time today, I wonder how she expects me to gain inspiration from a coming-of-age novel but then again, she knows best when it comes to melodrama. Sighing, I return to the passage, fervently hoping that something interesting will come up to distract me from the cold. It is now the middle of autumn now and I did not expect it to be chilly this afternoon in the park, especially after the weather forecast earlier.

"Hi, sorry is this seat taken?"

A low voice interrupts my thoughts. Without looking up from my book, I shake my head while gesturing to the stranger to take a seat. With a murmur of thanks, he sits slowly and softly as if he is afraid of interrupting me again. Cute, my mind whispers before I lose myself to the story, the ambient noise as a wonderful soundtrack to accompany me.

It is only moments later when I notice that the sun is setting. I barely registered the stranger leaving but then again, he had been very quiet. I keep my book in my bag before bringing my hands up to my lips to blow on them. As I am about to leave, I notice a pack of new hand warmer by my side. Did he leave it behind by chance? Or did he notice that my fingers are freezing? Smiling to myself, I thank the stranger in my heart while I take the pack.

I guess my questions will remain unanswered, I think as I walk away from the bench.

It takes one Thursday to cross paths.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

I find myself at the park again, sitting on the same bench while writing out a brief plot for my new idea. It is not much but definitely better than last week. I smile to myself as I recall the act of kindness last week. I guess chivalry is not really dead, I think wryly.

As I write, I hear the crunching of leaves which make me look up to see a person approaching the bench.

"Hi again. Is the seat taken?"

A familiar voice breaks the silence around me. Finally, I am able to put a face to the kind stranger from last week. He is pretty tall, his black coat accentuating his silhouette. His messy black hair almost covers his eyes which light up as he smiles.

"No, it isn't," I answered, still reeling from the surprise that I am seeing him for the second time in the two Thursdays I am here.

With a muttered thanks, he sits and relaxes against the bench. Crossing his legs, he takes out a notepad before plugging in his earphones. A look of concentration crosses his face as he writes. Soon, he looks as if he had lost himself to the music as he remains engrossed in his work. I catch myself studying him, mentally berating myself for staring. All of a sudden, I remember that I have to thank him for the hand warmer. However, I hold back for I did not want to disturb him. Maybe later, I think and I turn to write.

Later finds me nearing sunset. I hear him moving as he starts to pack his things. Gathering up the courage, I clear my throat before turning to him.

"Hey, umm... thanks for the hand warmer last Thursday," I croak out, my throat dry from not talking for an hour.

He looks up, as if my voice had jolted him from his task.

"No worries, I have a lot on me," he answers.

He breaks into a smile and the corner of his eyes crinkle along with his smile lines, making his smile contagious to those around him. I can only nod, unsure of how to respond. As he stands, he suddenly turns to me and hands out a new pack of hand warmer.

"It's going to get cold tonight. Keep warm yeah?"

With a parting wave, he turns around and leaves.

It takes two Thursdays to smile.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Perhaps my continued fascination with the park is that it is a good place to observe humanity's interesting antics. It is one of the few moments where their uninhibited emotions are clear on their faces as they enjoy themselves.

"Maybe I can use that little boy for a character model," I mumble to myself while scribbling in my notebook.

Satisfied with what I had written, I look up only to see Mr. Stranger approaching my vicinity. He is certainly a good model, my thoughts creep up before I dismiss them.

"Hello again," he greets as he stands before the bench.

"Hey, and no this seat isn't taken," I respond while moving my things away to make room for him. I close my notebook and place it by my side.

Chuckling, he takes off his bag before sitting carefully at his usual space.

"I've come prepared today," I remark, indicating to the hand warmer on my lap.

He gives a small laugh in his low voice and I grin along with him. There is really something about this stranger that lights up the atmosphere around him. He leans back and breathes in deeply as if he is soaking up the atmosphere around him.

"You're not reading today?" he suddenly asks, breaking the momentary silence.

"Yeah, not today. I'm collecting materials instead."

"Materials?" His eyes narrow, clearly confused about the term.

I grin while gesturing to the people around us.

"Yeah, materials. Everyone here is a potential subject."

He nods, finally understanding what I am referring to. He crosses his arms behind his head as he observes his surroundings.

"You're a writer."

It is not a question and I just incline my head in return. With a heavy sigh, he tilts his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes. I glance at his calm face, a question lingering at the tip of my tongue.

"Are you a writer too?" I blurt.

With his eyes still close, he smirks and mumbles, "Somewhat, I guess."

All of a sudden, his phone rings. He sits up, excuses himself as he leaves to take the call. I take the moment to register our conversation, rolling my eyes at his last cryptic response. He comes back soon, an apologetic look on his face.

"I have to go now," he starts as he takes the bag that he had left on the bench.

I nod in response as I wave him off. As he adjusts the bag on his shoulders, he appears to remember something and starts to dig in his coat pocket. He takes a pair of gloves out before turning to me.

"See you around," he says clearly as he offers the gloves to me. "Take care of yourself, yeah?"

I accept them hesitantly, confusion and questions clear on my face.

"Don't catch a cold. Thursdays will be boring without you," he answers, grinning with a mischievous glint in his eyes before walking away.

Leaving me sitting on the bench holding the pair of gloves in my hand and a million questions running through my head.

It takes three Thursdays to talk.

Thursday, 26 October 2017

On Thursday, I find myself staring at a familiar handsome stranger writing on the bench. This marks our fourth meeting and I still don't know anything about him, I think dryly. As if he senses my approach, he looks up from his work and his face break into the warmest of smiles as he notices me. He shifts his bag to make space. Wordlessly, I walk up and take my place next to him. Somehow, this is beginning to feel like a routine.

"Thanks for the gloves last week," I start as I hand them to him.

"No worries, I'm glad you look well," he responds before returning back to his writing.

Despite it being our fourth meeting, there is something comfortable about meeting him here to the extent that I have started to look forward to Thursdays. A calm silence settles between us as we each turn to our own individual task. Once in a while, I steal a glance at him from the corner of my eye. He does not write much but he plays with his pen a lot by tapping it against the armrest in a constant rhythm. Sometimes he murmurs under his breath and gets ready to write, only to shake his head and continues tapping. I smile to myself, acknowledging that I do enjoy this weird company that we share.

"So, I tried to look you up..." he remarks all of a sudden, pulling me away from my reverie.

I frown at his revelation as I try to recall the instance that we introduce ourselves.

"I didn't tell you my name," I counter.

He laughs softly as he points to the notebook on my lap. On the notebook, my name is spelt out clearly in cursive, a grim reminder of that one attempt where I had considered calligraphy as a job switch.

"That's a little sneaky and creepy actually," I respond.

Like a defence mechanism, I turn the notebook face down. He laughs louder now and apologises.

"I wanted to ask you last week, but work pulled me away. I'm sorry," he supplements, the ghost of a grin flittered across his face.

I tried to maintain my frown but I crack a smile at his embarrassed expression.

"Good thing I'm in a good mood today," I smirk, turning away from him to focus on the people before me.

"Oh, why so?"

Someone is chatty today. I keep my notebook in my bag before replying to his question.

"My editor gave me the green light to start on a new novel."

His smile widens as he offers his hand to me. "Congratulations! So what is it going to be about? Another thriller?"

"Nope, I choose to experiment on melodrama instead, with a mix of science fiction," I reply, secretly amazed that he knows my recent works, even if it had been an online name search.

He considers my response, nodding as if in agreement with my choice of direction.

"So who and what are you? You already know who I am and I think your introduction is way overdue," I ask, turning to face him fully.

He turns as well, placing his arm on the headrest, a serious look on his face as he contemplates my question.

"Well, I'm a composer and lyricist. But I'm not as big as you."

I raise an eyebrow at the obvious downplay of his abilities.

"So what have you composed?" I ask, a weak attempt at making him reveal himself.

"Few things here and there," he replies in a tone that implies he does not want to continue.

Shrugging, I look away from him. Secretive fellow.

Silence blankets us for a moment as I catch a scene in front of me. With a burst of inspiration, I am about to take my notebook when he interrupts me.

"You're not curious about my name?"

I cock my head at the question, my eyes glued to the family that I picked out.

"I'm just assuming you don't want me to know," I state, ignoring his chuckle at that answer.

"So what are you writing now?"

"Hmm... character profiles. The park is a good resource for that," I answer distractedly as I fix my gaze on the way a mother picks her child up after falling.

"So am I a part of that resource too?"

Pause.

I stop writing, my hand lingering in the air as I consider the implication behind his question. Deciding not to think too much on it, I turn to him to meet his eye and shrug.

"Maybe."

A moment of uncomfortable silence stretches between us as we both hold each other's gaze. I remain transfixed, not daring myself to look away from him. At the same time, there is a weird and indescribable look on his face, as if he is holding back from saying something. Fortunately, his alarm beeps and shatters the awkwardness that had settled between us. He looks away first and reaches for his phone. Sighing, he keeps his phone away and starts gathering his things.

"See you," I say weakly, still uneasy with what had transpired. He nods in reply and turns to walk away. However, he stops and faces me.

"I'm Im Hyunsik by the way, to answer your other question."

It takes four Thursdays to get to know one another.

Thursday, 3 November 2017

"So... you're the genius composer."

Hyunsik widens his eyes before grinning, remembering that he had told me his name last week.

"Guess we're even now since you looked me up. I'm actually surprised you didn't know me beforehand," he admits shyly while sipping his coffee.

He had arrived a bit later than me today, with two cups of hot coffee in his hands. He gave the excuse that the barista had given him an additional one as a mistake but even that lie sounded weak to my ear. I am thankful for his sweet gesture though, it really is getting colder with autumn ending so soon.

"Sorry, I don't really listen to music much," I apologise, a little embarrassed at my ignorance.

I remembered feeling extremely shocked when I had looked him up after last week. I did not expect him to be that famous as he did not even give any indication of it. He shakes his head, saying that it is nice for a change to not be famous to someone.

"How's your writing going?" Hyunsik asks after a while.

I look up from my notebook and smile happily as I recall my progress.

"It's going great! I'm thinking of exploring the idea of interconnectedness, like I want to experiment writing multiple perspectives and linking them up to a singular major event. I think it's really interesting to show how coincidence brings people together sometime later in the future."

He meets my eye from the corner of his, the sides of his lips pulling into a smirk as if he finds something humorous in my ramble. However, he holds his gaze a little longer than necessary. Slightly uncomfortable, I look away and ask about his group's comeback.

"Soon... that is provided I get the song ready on time," he sighs. He runs his fingers through his hair as a gesture of exasperation.

"Is it something like a writer's block?" I asked, uncertain about the differences between our professions.

"Something like that, yeah. The song is actually ready but I think I should modify the bridge a little," Hyunsik admits before releasing a heavy sigh again.

In a moment of craziness, my hand reach out to pat the hand on his lap as a sign of comfort. He stiffens at the contact and I am about to pull away when he actually holds it in place with his other hand.

"Your hands are cold," he murmurs while giving my hand a squeeze.

I freeze, my stare burning on our contact. A million thoughts run through my mind yet I am unable to decipher any of them. Instead, my senses are heightened on our touch, on the feeling of his warm palm against my skin... on the heat that we share. I am at lost, torn between what I am supposed to do and what I really wanted. Do I pull away even though a part of me is relishing this? How do I...

Before I can even make sense of my internal conundrum, Hyunsik returns my hand to my lap but not before giving it a lingering pat.

"When will your book be published?"

His voice fills the silence between us. It takes me a moment to find my voice to respond.

"In six months, if everything goes alright," I whisper shakily, still reeling from what had happened.

"That means we have at least six months to continue meeting like this."

I look at him in askance, my eyes widening at his statement. When he offers no inclination of continuing, I ask, "Why so?"

"Because you said I may be a resource for your book," he grins as he recalls our last conversation.

I break into an awkward smile, still unsure of the hidden implications that surround this enigmatic man.

"Why do you come here every Thursday?" he asks, curiosity lacing his tone.

Leaning against the bench, I take a moment to consider my reply.

"I think it's because Thursday is a random day of the week. It's a day before the weekends and it's also the last day of the weekdays. I don't know honestly, maybe it's a good day to wind down. What about you? Why are you here on Thursdays?"

Still smiling, he mimics my position. "Same here I guess."

"What a coincidence," I say softly, a ghost of a smile teasing on my lips.

"Or maybe it's because I just want to keep sharing conversations with you."

Startling, I turn to him, searching on his face, and in his eyes, for his intentions behind the loaded statement. He stares back, confidently meeting my gaze. My breath hitches up in my throat as he drops his guard for a moment, revealing a glimmer of the truth. All too soon, he hides his emotions and fixes me a small smile.

"You should pick up your phone, it's been ringing for a while," he states, inclining his head at a particular buzzing source.

Before I can respond, he stands up and brushes the lint off his coat.

"Take care. I'll see you around."

It takes five Thursdays to be honest.

Thursday, 10 November 2017

For the first time in six weeks, I am late.

Not that we ever set a time or even promise to meet every week, I think sardonically. There is nothing certain between us, yet a weird routine had settled which makes our meetups work. However, deep down I acknowledge that one of the reasons why I am late is because of the lingering fear that had developed along with the anticipation of meeting him. And following last Thursday's 'incident', I know that our meetups are not coincidences. Coincidence works best in the first three weeks, but not for six weeks. Besides, after last week, I know for sure that the term 'coincidence' does not begin to describe us.

Us.

I shake my head as I try to stop myself from going down that slippery slope. I remember vividly how I had walked home after last Thursday, pondering over our exchange. Over his words and over...

I stop short when I notice that he is not there on the bench. I nibble my lower lip, wondering why he is not there when I am already two hours late. Shrugging it off, I make my way to the bench with the very intention of waiting for him so that I am able to demand some answers out of him. And perhaps, just maybe, get myself out of this limbo that we have subconsciously put ourselves in. I shiver slightly, wrapping my arms around myself in a half-ass effort to keep warm. Slowly, I start to recall how it all started with a pack of hand warmers.

It is interesting, to say the least, that we know almost next to nothing about one another except from the things online. Nevertheless, his little quirks have started to make their way under my skin. I find myself thinking of the way the corner of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, or his deep chuckles as he laughs at our conversations. I recollect how he taps his pen, or how he bites the end as he thinks. I remember how his lips move wordlessly as he voices out his thoughts. I remember the light scent of his cologne that envelopes us and I definitely remember the feel of his hand against mine.

I bite back a sigh when I realise that deep down, he will not be here today. There is nothing to keep him coming and our time is up. As I am about to stand up, I hear someone running up towards me.

"Miss! Miss writer!"

I ignore the disappointment in my heart when I realise the voice is not his. A little boy, barely eight years of age, approaches me from afar. As he gasps for breath, he hands me a folded paper enthusiastically.

"He... He said this is for you!" he greets, smiling with a toothy grin.

"Who?"

"A tall mister!"

With that, the little boy runs off. My eyes follow him as he reaches his group of friends who are playing in the park's open space. Curious, I open up the letter, sentiment telling me exactly who the tall mister was.

Hey,

I'm sorry that I am not able to stay for too long today. We've started preparing for our comeback. It will be on the 16th so I hope you will look forward to it. Hope your book is going smoothly. I'll see you soon. Take care.

Hyunsik

Attached is a pack of hand warmer. I take it in my hand, allowing a sad smile to cross my features momentarily. And now I know another thing about Im Hyunsik: his neat and clear handwriting. A clear reflection of the man that he is.

It takes six Thursdays to be confused

Thursday, 17 November 2017

On the seventh Thursday, I find myself sitting on the bench. My notebook lays untouched by my side. On my lap is my phone, playing a recent ballad. Playing his ballad. My wrist is slowly feeling a little numb from having supported my head since earlier. As I listen to his mellow and baritone voice, I note that he really lives up to his name as the 'genius composer'. The song is nothing short of amazing and yet... it makes me even more confused than our last meeting. Putting the song on repeat since yesterday did nothing to clear my mind. Instead, it only creates more questions as the implications of the lyrics sink in.

His lyrics which tells a story of two strangers.

About love found in coincidences.

I frown as the song reach the bridge, the part that he had admitted having problems with and the part that makes me question the man even more.

So when I next see you

I hope you'll wait for me

For this song is never enough

Not for the words that I want to share with you

A shiver runs down my back, not from the cold but from the raw emotions in his voice as he sings the bridge. Even though there is a slight drizzle, I barely register the raindrops. It is as if his song is keeping me warm.

Suddenly, I notice that the raindrops have subsided, not because the rain has stopped, but because there is a navy umbrella above me. I blink the water droplets away from my eyelashes to finally notice the black boots in front of mine.

"You're here early."

I look up and sure enough, Hyunsik stands before me, his hand outstretched as he shares his umbrella with me.

"Hey you," I greet, smiling weakly at him.

"You're listening to our song."

I look down at my lap and see that his group's album is clear on the screen.

"Yeah, I just remembered today." A lie.

He shifts his weight on his feet as he brings the umbrella closer to me. I did not make any move to stand. Nor did I give any indication of moving away.

"So what do you think about it?" A slight apprehension laces his voice as he nervously waits for my response.

I look up and meet his eyes, eyes that are filled with worry and expectations.

"It's a loaded song," I mutter, breaking our eye contact when I notice the way his eyes shift to read me.

A stretched silence comes between us, each of us wanting to say something but holding back out of fear.

"What does the song mean?" I manage after the prolonged stillness, still looking down on my lap.

He takes a deep breath as he considers my question. Clearing his throat, he tries to find the proper words to answer.

"I... I want us to end our Thursdays."

My head shoots up as I eye him suspiciously over his unexpected statement. He sees the look on my face and laughs under his breath before continuing.

"That's not what I mean. I want us to stop meeting on Thursdays in exchange for the rest of our days. I want us to stop meeting at the park so that I can take you out for dinner after this. I want to meet you on any days and time that we can. I want to stop looking forward to Thursdays and instead, I just want to look forward to all the other days that I can share with you."

I blink slowly as comprehension sinks in. Finally, I am able to register the unexplained tension that had settled between us since a few Thursdays ago.

"Where are we right now, Hyunsik?" I ask softly, my voice barely a whisper but he hears it nonetheless.

"A crossroads of sort. I've stepped on my path and I think it's your turn now to make the choice."

"And what if I choose something else entirely?"

"Then I'll be happy with the seven Thursdays that I was able to spend with you."

A sad smile crosses his face as he considers the possibility of that happening. I nibble my lower lip, unsure of the words that I want to say.

"This is not supposed to happen. Everything is supposed to be a coincidence," I whisper as I hold his gaze.

With his usual eye-smile, he responds, "And some coincidences are made after the first one."

When I can only see determination staring back at me, I take a deep breath and make a move to stand up. Noticing this, Hyunsik offers his hand but I do not take it. Instead, I plant my feet closer to the bench to create a small distance between us. I ignore the flash of hurt on his face and take a step closer.

"There are a lot of things that we don't know about each other," I state clearly, proud that my voice is stable enough to not betray my decision.

"And that's the beauty of this. Of us. So will you take the chance with me?"

Appearing as if I am considering his question, I take a step closer to him until we are only a breath away from each other. And for the first time, I am able to see his face up close. He really is handsome, and the pictures are nothing in comparison. Hesitatingly, I reach a hand up to cup his cheek, my thumb barely stroking his smooth skin. He stands utterly still, as if afraid that by moving, I may run away. I lean my head closer, until our foreheads touch and I can feel him shiver from the cold and our close proximity. Slowly, I bring my lips closer to his, stopping an inch away so that we share the same breath. He did not move and I silently thank fate that he is giving me his trust along with so much more. I press my lips lightly against his, a ghost of a kiss before pulling back. With our foreheads still against each other, I whisper the answer that I had chosen since his confession.

"Ok."

It takes seven Thursdays to start falling in love

[offars]

sleep well

genre: fluff pairing: im hyunsik x reader I had to do it for the mellos

“how was your day, baby?” he asked. 

you knew by his tone he was doing something else, probably working on some new song since it was late and he left work a couple hours ago, but it made you feel important that he wouldn’t let a day pass without hearing your voice, even when he was busy. 

you put on your headband to start your skin routine as you turn on the speaker mode and told him everything you did. there was not a thing to hide from him, or a thing he would think as non-important. he always listened carefully, and reacted to everything you had to say. he laughed when you told him how you forgot your glasses and had to come back home for them, which caused you to be late to work. 

“you should be more careful” 

“thank you, sik, I’ll keep it in mind”

you laid on your bed as you listened to hyunsik telling you about his day and then scold him when he talked about that annoying co-worker he had to deal with. 

“you’re too nice, hyunsik, he is using you to pay for his meals. is not a casualty he always forgets to bring his wallet with him”, you could hear him laughing on the other side of the line,  “seriously, stop being so nice. if you do this tomorrow, I swear to god I’m flying to seoul to kick his ass”

“should I do it, then?” he said jokingly. 

“I’d like to see you try” 

there was a long pause because he got caught up in some beats, you just waited for him while listening to his work, it was so relaxing you almost fell asleep. 

“I saw a dog café yesterday and thought of you. when you come back we should go” 

“we should” you were dragging out words and your eyes felt heavy, but you were fighting against yourself as if it was your last chance to talk to him ever again. 

“are you falling asleep?”, he giggled.

“I think I am, but keep talking to me. what else do you want to do together?” he could hear your suppressed yawn and thought of how cute you’d be looking in that moment. 

“I’ll take you to the café as I said. also we can go to my parents’ if you want too, they miss you too. and there’s this new museum a few blocks from my office and it seems interesting and it’s good for taking pictures, everything’s aesthetic. what do you think?” 

“sounds great, love” 

he laughed to himself as he was sure you did not hear a thing he said. 

“I should let you sleep now” 

and there was no response from you. 

“sleep well, baby”

[lokolokong-manunulat]

Hi! I posted a Im Hyunsik songfic, it'd be nice if you guys checked it out. Thanks in advance! 😁✌

[vitaminbtob]

Hey lovely Melodies 💙

I hope you all are having a great day/night 😘. I know I am not that active like i was when I made this blog but college is really taking a lot of my time 😢 .

So I am not able to work on something that requires creativity. But recently I got into astrology 😅 and I was wondering if you all are interested I'll will write some astrology stuff about our boys 👉👈

Let me know what you think about it and I will work on it if you want me too 😇

~Love you All 😘

[quatresnuku]

Well while waiting in line to buy btob's hyunsik's merch i totally wrote 2/3 of another Asuna x Banba fic 😅

[kpopjust4u]

BtoB Masterlist

Posts that I will create: Reactions/ Scenarios (Fluff, Angst, Suggestive, Smut)/ Most to Least/ Moodboards/ Headcanon Prompt list here! Pick up to 3!

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Eunhwang

Minhyuk

Can’t be without you [F] 

Changsub

I’m always here  [F]

Hyunsik

Peniel

Ilhoon

Sungjae

[bluestringss]

I'm happy. My heart is happy. This is still because of the event I had two days ago. 

My Melody friend asked some fanfics of BtoB's Hyunsik from me. I stopped reading fanfics the moment I stepped on college, though I read one DaraGon fanfic last August. I outgrew the fangirl who reads fanfic. I don't know. I'm just not really that interested anymore. But she wants some and I wasn't busy today so I searched for a few. And now, here I am, reading BtoB fanfics. 

There was one ChangJae that I really like. It was canon (if I understood canon right). It was about that day when Sungjae became Changsub's one-day manager. Here's the link.  https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1395409/one-day-manager

As for this song, there was one story that shared this song. I really like this song so I'm sharing it today. :)

[bitubific-blog]

glowing (m)

hi, this is my first time posting a fic!! please know that it includes smut, so by all means block this acc if it makes you feel comfortable! 

hyunsik x reader, based on some feelings i had a while ago

thanks for reading!!

most days you want your body to shrink into itself. most days you clutch your thighs so close to your chest as if, somehow, they would fall into the vortex of your heart and be small for once. most days you see your body as anything but worthy to fall beneath anyone's eyes.

but everyday, hyunsik is beautiful. and every night he softens the tips of his fingers so he can use them to remind you you're monumental.

tonight, you are stubborn in believing in your ugliness. your thighs, which feel misplaced in hyunsik's bed, expand so much its like you haven't grown, but instead the world around you keeps shrinking.

somehow, hyunsik always fits. he watches your fingers clawing quietly at your skin. his eyes cross up and down in hurt. he'd never meant to let you see yourself like this.

he knows he cannot win you with words tonight; your ears are cancelling the affirmations in his chest. instead, he speaks with the hands kept tender for you. hyunsik's hand dives beneath your own. he holds them away from your thighs and grips them tightly. as he kisses beneath your fingernails you are immobilized, left only to watch his lips curling gently on your hands.

hyunsik returns the silence to your mind, as if he'd heard the buzzing inside of it. he sits closer, now merely inches in front of you. with one hand he holds your back upright, soothing the anxiety that threatened to outburst. the other runs trails over your thighs, and you swore the words "i love you" were etched onto your skin in cursive, louder than his devastation when he saw that you hated your body.

tonight, he is not as gentle. he kisses you with such ferocity you begin to lose the taste of self hatred in your mouth. he bites on your lips just hard enough you whimper carelessly, more so as his mouth wanders beneath your jaw and over your collarbones.

amidst the cries that lay dormant in your throat, his teeth fall loose and he pulls away. hyunsik takes your hand again, placing it above his thighs, while he holds his other hand above yours. staring deeply into your eyes, he whispers, "y/n, let me do this." his finger falls beneath your shirt, slowly driving down the hem of your shorts. "let me show you that i love you. and your body. and everything you are. please."

all your words well up in your chest. every "i love you," "i'm sorry you saw me like this," and "thank you," expanding in your throat. but all that emerges between your lips is his name, which tangles into the air and into his lungs. he always loved hearing it from you the most. this is the only answer he needed.

his carefulness is taken over by aggression, by desperation, leaving faint marks with his fingers and his teeth. you are loved, and you know this from the low hums that barely make it beyond his throat. you force yourself silent to hear his voice, but soon enough you are singing with him. hyunsik's hands grow hungrier each second - before you realize you are already helping him undress you. the sound of your clothes falling to the ground is outmatched by the breath against your ear, as he drags you even closer to him. his chest is grinding against your breasts, while his hands slowly ease your underwear away from you. hyunsik travels down your skin again, far enough that your nipples are encased in the warmth of his mouth. hyunsik spares no time to tease you, biting immediately as your moans grow louder and louder.

on your own, you become an orchestra by the time his hands are between your legs. your voice rises and falls, barely in sync with the rhythm of his fingers. he rubs you gently first, before he enters you with one finger then the other. hyunsik's hand dives deep inside of you and you surrender, ready to swallow him whole.

but on your own, you are not enough. there is still guilt swimming in spite of how much he lets you float above him. you draw his arms to a halt, beckoning his eyes to yours like a magnet. "i love you," you whisper gently, slipping your fingers between the buttons of his shirt. while he's dazed in astonishment you peel his shirt away, revealing the torso that carried his heavy heart. you move forward to kiss him, mimicking the trails he'd left on your skin, while you take off the remainder of his clothing. he is monumental; glowing and hard and beautiful and you want him inside of you. the exchange of eye contact is all he needs to realize this.

he climbs up onto the bed, laying flat besides you. "i want to see you," he says, pulling you on top of him. the silence is short lived. without second thought you hover yourself over him and slowly drop. you shudder all the way down until you hit the base of his member. his eyebrows furrow - a sigh of relief that you aren't the only one drowning in ichor. slowly, hyunsik rolls his hips beneath you, relishing in the way your body buckles in response. his hands glue themselves to your hips, provoking them to be anything but still. so you begin your motions, lifting up to crash gently against his skin. the two of you meet halfway. slowly at first; hyunsik navigate inside of you. your hands close shyly above his. and then, both of you unfold. your moans grow louder, his breathing stretches out more, two voices intertwining to form the perfect symphony. neither of you can hear how loudly you fall onto one another, or how greatly the bed shakes from the magnitude you both create. you utter his name like a mantra, caught in the heat of the air around you. hyunsik abandons his silence. he tilts his head backwards, trying to hide his deep bellows with the beads of sweat rolling down his neck.

hyunsik sits upwards now. you fall forward on his chest with your arms around his neck for support. he thrusts quicker and quicker into you and your voice jumps. it stutters. hyunsik has found each spot your body begged him to, and now it's like he'll never let go. he aims perfectly, and every time he does a bell strikes in your chest and you sing.

the two of you are ready to combust. his mouth bites down on your breasts again while his thumb twirls around your clitoris. you are at crossroads between your body and your mind, between succumbing to defeat and wishing for the moment to last forever.

hyunsik makes the final call for you. throwing himself deeper and deeper into you until even he is outmatched by his force. the both of you come undone in each other's arms, shaking at the mutual release. you both come on one another. you are both sticky, messy, and sweaty, but both of you are truly shining. hyunsik moans - genuinely - as he unravels himself beneath you. you can't help but smile gently at him.

there is an eternity between you both clutching onto each other before he finally pulls you down on the bed. you curl into him, no longer worried about being small enough for him to love. he latches onto you in your masses, and all the stickiness and sweat accompanying the afterglow. in spite of everything that had just occurred, hyunsik still possesses the strength to hold you close, each finger pressed firmly on your thighs. you drink his name, while he loops yours over and under his tongue.

and you never want him to let go.

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Reassurance

Prompt: #193 for @thatpinchofawesomeness – “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

thatpinchofawesomeness said:

Can I request Hyunsik for 193 of YouxIdol :D

Pairing: Lim Hyunsik x reader

Genre: fluff / friends to lovers au

Warnings: bad dream

Word count: 637

You woke with a start, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Disorientated from the nightmarish images still filtering through your mind as you took in your darkened bedroom, you tried to make sense of it all.

It all felt too real.

Sitting there shaking, you revisited the vision, trying to decipher fiction from fact. The events that occurred in your dream had also happened recently. You had gone shopping yesterday with your best friend Julia and her boyfriend’s younger brother. Hyunsik was crashing at your apartment that you shared with Julia for the time being because his current place was being renovated, and your apartment was the closest to his work. So far, having him in your dream made sense since he was currently in your world. It wasn’t like Hyunsik was a stranger either; he often joined the group outings so you wouldn’t be the third wheel.

So seeing him injured in your nightmare impacted you more. You shook despite the heavy weight of your blankets and wrestled with your thoughts. You knew Hyunsik was safe. You had seen him go to bed yourself. And he wasn’t one to just get up and head out in the middle of the night. Once he was asleep, he remained that way until he came out in the morning, most of the time forgetting a shirt and making you dive back into your room so you could keep your sanity and not drool over his body.

You had your dignity to keep, after all.

Even with knowing your friend was safely asleep in his bed right now, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he had actually been injured. It made you irrational and you were soon darting across your bedroom and opening the door across the hallway to his room. You didn’t stop until you climbed onto his bed and hugged him tightly.

You heard his breathing change and it made you instantly relieved to find him safe and sound.

But of course, you had just disturbed Hyunsik’s sleep. “What the hell, Y/N?”

“Sorry,” you said softly, now realising just how foolish this all was. “I uh, just felt the need to cuddle you.”

“You come into my room and wake me up at four am just to cuddle?” he asked incredulously, sitting up in his bed so he could look at you. You nodded distantly, rubbing at your arms as you felt the chill of being out of your blankets.

You cursed yourself for being so worked up by your nightmare.

Hyunsik stared at you quietly and then he sighed. “Come on.”

“What?” you asked, looking at him and then you nodded. “Right, I’ve got to go back to my bed.”

He grabbed your arm before you could move away from him and pulled back the blankets with the other, helping you under his sheets and right into his side. He then wrapped both arms around you and cradled you against his bare and rather warm chest. Although you were panicked for a moment, the heat from his body made you relax. You settled into his embrace and closed your eyes.

“Did you have a bad dream?” he whispered and you nodded into him, Hyunsik’s grip tightening around you. “Was it about me?”

“You got injured.”

“I’m okay, Y/N. And you’re safe here with me.”

“Thank you for humouring me.” You glanced up and was surprised to find his face much closer than you expected it. “I know we’re not-”

He kissed you softly, his full lips pressing into yours briefly. Hyunsik then smiled. “Now we are. Just rest, I’ll keep you safe.”

You closed your eyes and thankfully dreamt of something much more beautiful. And when you woke up again, you realised that what you had seen this time, was going to come true with Hyunsik.

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Melodies, 듣고있어 (Are you listening to me)?

Hi there~ It's me, Mace. I'm so sorry for making you guys wait this long, but here I am, settling down in a new city, keeping looking for who I am at the age of 18 and loving BTOB till death.

My very first piece of love, Love Note, is the most important fanfiction to me. I have learnt a lot from the process of writing the first piece. I've improved my writing skill a lot and also learnt to love Im Hyun Sik, as well as BTOB more than I ever did. More important, I have learnt to share more and made friends. Throughout the process, I had received unexpected love and support from many of you. I'm so grateful and happy, a little bit amazed too, of how supportive you guys are. Not only for my writing pieces, but also my life.

This second fanfiction, I would love to create a story that starred by Lee Chang Seob, the man I adore the most. Seobie's energy and gentle personalities are what make this man so special. Unlike Love Note, Chang Seob is not played a roll as an idol like he is in real life. He will become and ordinary man, who is struggling in opening his heart to someone new. I got inspired so much from a love story in real life (which is my sister's). Adding a little fantasy into this piece, I hope that it would become something that you love. I hope that I could cheer you up, and you would find yourself somewhere in this piece. I hope that you would somewhat feel like being heard and shared when you read it. This is my little piece of love to you all.

This piece of writing is also a gift from me to my loveliest friend, @joonhoey .It's Lee Chang Seob, dear. I hope you enjoy it <3

Without any further ado, let's dive into the pages ^^

M.

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