#Seong Taehoon

[ventivente]

One thing I really love about early htf is how taehoon would appear out of nowhere just to serve cunt like hobin would be getting beat up to death and in the next panel fagatron 3000 would be sitting on a windowsill and going yeah…

[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴇʜᴜɴ sᴇᴏɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

yandere taehun who you met originally through school, simply when you were sleepy, as always.

The air inside the classroom was loud, filled with chaos, and the humid heat only made everything feel heavier. You weren’t exactly new to this school—but you might as well have been with the way you minded your own business. You liked silence, naps, and peace.

Too bad you were enrolled at a school with one of the most short-tempered guys in the district.

“Hey, you beat me in the arcade once. You think you're better than me? How about you give me your expensive jacket to make up for it, huh? How does that sound?"

You opened one bleary eye from your spot on the desk, cheek smushed against your hoodie sleeve. Just outside the classroom in the hallway stood a tall guy—tall like a brick wall—with shaggy brown hair and a temper written all over his clenched fists. His voice shook the walls, barking at some poor kid who looked two seconds from bursting into tears.

Taehun Seong, the infamous bully at your school who used taekwondo as an excuse to beat people up.

You'd heard of him in whispers, something about breaking a dude’s ribs because he stepped on his shoe, or using a back kick on someone because they didn’t apologize fast enough.

But right now, none of that registered. All you knew was: He. Was. Loud.

You groaned, barely sitting up, rubbing your eyes as the classroom froze in tension.

“can you shut up?” you muttered, voice hoarse with sleep. “You’re so damn loud...”

The air stilled and a second later, the classroom door slammed open.

You blinked blearily as a looming figure blocked the light above you.

You looked up.

He looked down.

“…The hell did you just say?” Taehun’s voice was low now—dangerous, sharp. His teeth were grit, his brow twitching, vape in his hand (the bitch was an addict)

You blinked again. “I said shut up."

Taehun’s eye twitched harder.

He stepped even closer, standing at your desk like a shadow ready to pounce. “You’ve got guts. Big mouth for someone with eyebags like a damn raccoon, always lazing around.”

You raised an eyebrow, not scared, but not exactly trying to make an enemy either. You weren't looking for problems—but your mouth apparently didn’t care.

He reached back slightly, maybe about to grab you by the collar or slap your desk off the floor. His hand flexed.

But then—he paused.

He really looked at you. The groggy expression, the dull blink in your eyes, the way your hair was slightly messed up from laying down. You weren’t defiant like someone trying to challenge him.

You were just… tired

“…Huh?” he muttered again, expression slightly warping into confusion. Then something shifted in his gaze—something a little amused, a little annoyed, a lot interested.

“Eh? Hey… you got 500 won?”

As he waited for a reply, he realized that your dumbass was already asleep, mid convo.

Your head was laid down, rubbing your cheek against your sleeve and your eyes slid shut.

That should have gotten you killed.

You were basically asking to get your head slammed into the table.

His hand actually twitched in the air, hovering over your shoulder—like he was about to slap you awake for daring to dismiss him like that.

But… he didn’t.

He lowered his arm, gritting his teeth.

“Tch.” He huffed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and stormed out of the classroom—leaving you completely untouched

Everyone stared at you like you’d just defused a bomb by snoring at it.

“Holy crap,” someone whispered. “He just… let them go?”

“Did he hit his head on the way in?!"

yandere taehun who after that first encounter, he started watching you. Not in the creepy-stalker-from-the-bushes way (okay, maybe, but he wasn't ever gonna to admit it)—but in the "you moved your seat two inches, and he noticed immediately" kind of way.

He learned your routine. When you leave for class. What snacks you buy. Where you nap. If you so much as change your drink order, he glares at the bottle like it personally insulted him.

“Why’d you get strawberry milk instead of banana?” he asked, staring at your drink while you just raised an eyebrow

“…because I felt like it?”

“…Don’t do that again. It threw me off.”

Honestly him hanging around you started small—him showing up at the front gate the same time you did, saying it was a “coincidence.�� before calling you an asshole for not complimenting and noticing his brand new shoes he bought. (He didn't even buy it, he stole it from some random dude in the arcade)

Then he started showing up in the library when you went to nap during free period, lounging two tables away, flipping through a manga he didn’t even read.

Then he started showing up outside your club room, pretending he was “just walking by” even though he was sweating from sprinting across the building to get there first.

And soon enough, it started to become everyday where, no matter how much you tried to dodge or reroute or disappear, he’d follow you and bug you.

yandere taehun who honestly to you was a complete weirdo. That was the only real word you had for him, a weirdo with shaggy brown hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of a brawl.

A weirdo who had a black belt in Taekwondo and once broke a guy’s front tooth, a weirdo who followed you around like some cursed shadow that insulted you every five steps and then stared at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

yandere taehun who was obsessed, and not the fun kind, either. The pathetic kind, where he memorized your class schedule, knew your locker combination (he swore it was just coincidence), and made sure he stood close enough to you during fire drills just so no one else could.

Still, he kept the act up. Kept calling you annoying. Kept pointing out your dark circles, calling you “a droopy raccoon” whenever you yawned too hard.

“You dress like a grandpa,” he said once, pulling at the oversized hoodie you wore to school. You deadpanned, “You follow around a grandpa every day, then.”

He stared at you for a second, flushed red down to his collar, and then shoved his hands into his jacket, grumbling, “Shut up.”

You smirked.

He hated that.

He really did.

(Except he didn’t. He really, really didn’t.)

No matter how much he tried to talk shit, he always stood a little too close.

yandere taehun who even when school ended, was already leaning against the front gate, arms crossed, pretending he wasn’t waiting for you.

“Oh, look who finally showed up,” he muttered as if you specifically asked him to stay after school to walk you home.

“You could’ve gone home.”

“Eh.” He stretched lazily, hands behind his head. “I wanted to walk my ugly little grandpa home.”

“…Stop calling me that.”

“Make me.”

You didn’t.

You just sighed and started walking, and like always—he followed.

You could feel his eyes on you every few seconds, like he was memorizing the curve of your back, the rhythm of your walk, the way your head dipped when you were quiet, the way you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket.

yandere taehun who soon even began dragging along to play at the arcade, the arcade became a weird part of your routine. Or well-his routine that he dragged you into.

Sometimes, he'd show up behind you in class, lean down and whisper, "Don't make plans after school."

You didn't even ask why anymore.

You just sighed, grabbed your bag, and let yourself be dragged off to another 45 minutes of him bitching about not winning and you cheating.

"You cheated."

"You mean I played better."

"No, you distracted me. Your stupid hoodie sleeve brushed my arm and threw me off. Also your face was in my peripheral and it's annoying."

you grinned, "are you saying I'm pretty?"

"I'm saying your face structure is distracting," he barked, ears red.

You laughed.

That only made his blush worse.

Taehun slammed another coin in like it personally insulted him and barked, "Rematch. Right now."

yandere taehun who when he won? Oh. You had to suffer. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he’d say, standing up like he was giving a damn press conference, “We’ve done it. I have once again proven that I am, in fact, your superior.”

“You won one round.”

“That’s all I needed.”

Then he’d grin at you, dumb and wide and so obviously proud of himself that you had to hold yourself back from beating the fuck out of him

yandere taehun who it became habit for him—dangerously so to cling onto you. He started leaning into your space like it was his.

Started pulling your hoodie strings, started walking behind you and messing with your hair until you smacked him away.

“God, you’re clingy,” you muttered one day, after he looped an arm around your shoulders for no reason at all.

“I’m not clingy,” he said, voice muffled as he leaned on your back.

“You’re literally clinging.”

“I’m strategically anchoring myself to my favorite girl”

“…?”

He looked up, blinked.

“I said ‘my favorite asshole’ You misheard.”

Uh-huh.

But still… when you rolled your eyes and tried walking away, he grabbed the back of your bag.

“Oi. Where are you going?”

“Home?”

“I didn’t say you could go yet.”

“really dude.”

“You still owe me another round. Best of five.”

"You lost the last three.”

“So I need redemption. Duh.”

yandere taehun who only got worse over time, inviting himself over to your house.

What started with Taehun walking you home "by accident" turned into him casually slipping his shoes off at your front door like he'd lived there all his life.

"Where's your mom?" he asked once, already halfway down the hallway.

"Not home."

"Perfect. I hate being polite." He made a beeline for your room, flopped onto your bed like gravity summoned him there, and spread out like he owned the place.

“This is comfortable,” he muttered, patting the sheets with approval. “It’s mine now.”

You stood by the door with your arms crossed. “What do you want, Taehun?"

He didn’t even look at you.

“Company. "

“I didn’t invite you.”

“You never do."

You sighed.

He really didn’t care about permission anymore. He just picked up your plushie, tossed it in the air, caught it. “You sleep with this? What are you, five?”

You snatched it back. “What are you, still in my house?” He rolled onto his side, smirking as his brown shaggy hair fell over his eyes.

“Yep. Got snacks?"

Asshole.

And worst of all? Whenever your phone was vulnerable (you would step out the room to get some water ), he’d started going through your phone.

One moment he was busy going through your cabinets, and the next, he had your phone in his hands like it was some security threat.

"Who's this guy?" he muttered, scrolling through your messages, not caring that you were back, that you knew he was going through your phone.

"Why’s he got a emoji next to his name? Huh? Who's ‘Minwoo’? Sounds like a loser."

You lunged. “Taehun, give me my phone—!”

“Don’t worry, I’m blocking him for you.”

“Give—”

“Wait, who’s this one??”

You finally snatched the phone from him, glaring as you locked the screen. “Do you want to get kicked out?” you asked, deadpan.

He crossed his arms, furrowing his eyebrows like a little kid disciplined as you glared at him,  “Do I go through your phone?"

“no but thats ‘cause mine’s boring. Yours is suspicious.”

You stared at him, completely unamused. He kicked your foot lightly.

“Come on. Let me see it. I won’t block anyone.”

“…You blocked someone last week.”

“He had too many vowels in his name. I don’t trust that.”

You sighed again and sat on the floor, pulling your phone back out. He immediately narrowed his eyes.

“Are you seriously going back on it? After that whole tug-of-war?”

“Yeah,” you said plainly, scrolling. “You talk too much.”

“Unreal. I should dump you.”

“We’re not dating.”

“We would be if you stopped texting other people.”

yandere taehun who even when you were slightly quiet, would interrogate you.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

“You’re ignoring me.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Think about me.”

You stared at him.

“…You’re not that interesting.”

He scowled. “You wound me.”

You turned your head. He immediately poked your cheek.

“Still mad?”

“I said I’m not.”

“Okay, but your face says you hate me.”

“That’s just my face.”

“Fix it.”

You didn’t. So he sighed—loudly, dramatically—then slung his arm around your shoulder and leaned all his weight on you like a dramatic cat who decided you were his.

“Whatever. I forgive you.”

“I didn’t ask for forgiveness.”

“Shhh. I’m a bigger person. You’re welcome.”

yandere taehun who at some point, just gave up pretending. He didn’t even bother hiding the way he followed you everywhere anymore. Didn’t hide the clinginess, the comments, the hands always somewhere on you—ruffling your hair, dragging you by the sleeve, throwing an arm over your shoulder like he had a claim.

yandere taehun who even started bringing you with him to taekwondo practice. Not because you showed interest. Not because you wanted to go. But because he decided your presence was mandatory.

“You need to build discipline,” he said one afternoon, already dragging you along by the wrist. “All you do is lay around like a depressed cat.”

“Because I’m tired.”

“You’re always tired.”

“Because you waste my energy.”

He ignored you.

By the time you got to the gym, you’d already made peace with your fate—your body going completely limp the second you saw the mats. He tossed you a towel. You used it as a pillow and lay flat on the floor while he did warmups.

“Are you seriously just gonna lay there like roadkill?” he asked, already doing perfect stretches with his jacket tied around his waist.

You grunted in reply. “Unreal,” he muttered, launching into a roundhouse kick that probably could’ve decapitated a dummy.

“I’m a masterpiece, and you’re not even watching.” Another grunt from the floor.

“Oi,” he barked. You cracked an eye open. He stood there, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising with practiced breath, gaze sharp—but somehow still smug.

“Did you see that kick?” he asked.

“Mm.”

“Rate it.”

“Out of ten?”

“Duh.”

“Two.”

His face froze. “Excuse me?!”

You yawned. “Had no flair.”

“I almost broke the goddamn dummy.”

“You didn’t even sparkle.”

He stomped over, crouched beside you, towel slung around his neck, breathing hard but still managing to look like a bratty gremlin.

yandere taehun who had the ego of a celebrity and the attitude of a sleep-deprived delinquent. He walked into school like everyone should clap, like the hallways were a runway and he was the show.

And honestly? The worst part was? He was stupidly good at everything.

He fought well. He kicked even better. He had enough natural charm to make people love him—or fear him—and enough arrogance to act like he deserved both.

“I’m the best,” he’d say without irony, leaning back in his chair with that smug smirk on his face. “Objectively. No bias.”

"definitely not humble,” you’d mutter from your desk.

He clicked his tongue. “Can’t have everything, right?”

He bullied literally everyone. Students, upperclassmen, even teachers if they looked at him funny.

No one was safe.

Except you.

You were the one person he insulted with a filter. He’d still poke at you, sure. Still call you lazy, annoying, boring. Still grab your collar when you tried getting away from him, still made fun of your lack of motivation to do anything.

But when it came to real teasing? He went soft. That one time a guy in your class made a joke about your handwriting being messy, Taehun practically teleported across the room, eyes narrowed and mouth tight.

"Say that again,” he said, tone flat and dangerous. The guy laughed. “Dude, chill, I was just—”

“I’ll break your fingers so you can’t write either. Wanna match?”

You blinked, confused. “Taehun—”

“Shut up, I’m defending your honor.”

“I don’t need—”

“Shut up.” And then he turned to you and muttered: “…Your handwriting is still ugly, though.”

You deadpanned. “and you're still a bitch."

yandere taehun who over time, grew softer with you, even when his face still looked blank and unreadable to others.

He started becoming handsy without realizing—resting his head on your shoulder during study periods, curling beside you on the floor during movie nights, brushing his fingers through your hair when you looked tired and pretending it meant nothing.

He still insulted you. Still mocked you. Still had that signature bratty glint in his eye when he called you names.

But it was different now. You two became practically inseparable. Like best friends, but not. Something closer, something messier.

You bickered and teased and called each other names, but you never drifted far. He knew your routines by heart—knew where you’d be, when you’d leave, how fast he had to walk to catch up.

“Don’t go,” he’d mutter when you tried to leave him early.

“Why?”

“Because I’ll miss you. Dumbass.”

yandere taehun who at some point, things shifted. Not all at once, but slowly—like gravity pulling you closer without warning. Taehun had always been in your space, hovering around like a storm cloud with too much attitude and not enough boundaries. But now? He was practically glued to you.

yandere taehun who treated you like you were his personal comfort zone, his stress relief, his person.

He’d whisper jokes against your temple during long lectures, trace your hand with his finger under the desk when he was bored, and randomly pull you into his chest so tightly they almost knocked you off balance.

And if you ever gave him even the tiniest bit of affection back—like touching his hair or letting him nap against you? He’d act all smug about it for the next week.

“See? You’re getting attached,” he’d whisper, watching you with that slow, half-lidded gaze that made girls all over from the school fawn over him.

“You wish."

IM BACK YALL!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! BTW THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

WHAT ELSE CHARACTERS SHOULD I DO? OR LIKE ANY REQUESTS?? SHOULD I REWRITE YAN LIGHT ?? IDK GIVE ME IDEAS !! :33 👅👅

[gotaksboyfie]

seong taehoon bf + nsfw hc's

general

sfw

» probably wouldn't care about gender. taehoon likes who he likes, as long as you're "interesting" in his eyes. would hate it if you're a total study geek. he wants some fun, and would totally force you out to skip classes with him. he sees beautiful girls trip over their feet for him everyday, so he wont care about looks either

» if he likes you, he likes you a lot. taehoon doesn't fall for just anyone, so he crushes hard on the very rare occasion he does

» if you showed any interest in taekwondo, he'll be so excited but refuses to let it show (tsundere..) he'll force you to sign up for classes and will be your personal tutor. will definitely make fun of you if you fall or trip, but he'd help you up anyway

» normally he never blushes, but around you? his cheeks are almost always twinged slightly pink. being so pale, it's extremely obvious whenever he's blushing. he doesn't turn super red, just barely enough for it to be noticeable if you squint

» finds pda super cringey, but he'll begrudgingly agree if you want to. the most he'll do in public is maybe a kiss or two. he likes holding hands though

» hates all the sappy couple stuff, so he shows he loves you in.. rather odd ways. if you're a fighter, he'll ask you to spar with him a bunch, then patch up your bruises/wounds for you like he didn't caught them. he'll leave snacks/drinks lying around for you silently like a mini surprise. taehoon's also constantly bickering with you, all out of love of course. one day you even find a matching pair to his pajama pants in your draw without warning. you're just more confused how he managed to sneak it in there without you noticing

» literally emotionally constipated. he cannot talk about his feelings for the life of him, so he just tries to subtly show it nonverbally. spoiler alert, he really sucks at it. you have to basically force him to open up, but even then you know he's holding back

» but if it's about you? he will make you talk and spill everything immediately. he has no hesitation in pointing out if you're feeling down or upset, and willing to listen (even if he does say it in harsh ways). however, he'll soon realizes his hypocrisy and gets better at expressing himself

» very blunt and even mean if you try to talk bad about yourself. seong taehoon likes you, so are you implying he has bad taste?? how dare you. your insecurities quickly fade after taehoon shuts them all down. ("if i didn't like you, i woulda already broken up with 'ya")

» drops literally anything and everything for you. if you call him and you sound even the slightest bit upset, he's on the way. because of this, he has your location 24/7. he's extremely scared of someone hurting you because of him, so he never wants to stray too far away from you. after all, there's nowhere safer than next to him

» even though he has no hesitation calling you any insult, he is so nervous to say i love you. it's a big milestone for taehoon and he feels vulnerable saying it so he'll wait for the right time

» secretly possessive. he hates anyone touching what's his. in public, he'll inch you closer to him so people get the hint that you're his and he's yours.

» love language is quality time and acts of service. for taehoon, actions speak a lot louder than words. he loves a comfortable space with you even if you aren't doing anything, simply because it's with you.

» secretly goes to rumi and wangguk for relationship advice. he doesn't trust hobin or gaeul or jiksae or just about anyone. rumi and wangguk actually have a good relationship, so he thinks they're the most trustworthy

nsfw

» marks marks marks. you will leave his house stumbling with a sore ass, and a plethora of hickeys littered across your neck and chest. not to mention the countless bruises on you from him grabbing you too hard. he's just staking his claim, in his defense

» extremely rough. he's good with his hips and has a crazy amount of stamina, so you better be prepared for an endless amount of rounds

» finds it fun to edge you continuously. he likes watching you squirm and beg him for release. having that type of power over you invokes something primal in taehoon

» is 100% huge. maybe around 6'5in and slightly girthy

» will never ever bottom, even if you beg him. it's just not to his liking

» loves seeing you cry from pleasure. it lets him know he's doing a great job, and it fuels a flame inside of him. something about how your voice cracks on a moan, or how you tremble and tell him it's too much.. it turns taehoon on so much

» you will come before taehoon, unless you're on punishment or something similar. he puts your pleasure first. while he stretches you out, he tries to wring at least one orgasm out before he fucks you. you just get so much more sensitive, and it's so much more fun to toy around with you

» if he's feeling particularly mean, he'll make you ride him until you can't anymore. he knows that it feels better when he does it, but he takes delight in the way that you try to desperately chase the same pleasure he gives you

» big into degrading names. he calls you all sorts of names like whore, slut, cumdump, etc. you can try and deny it all you want, but he can feel the way you tighten up around him whenever he says it

» somewhat talkative during sex. despite the names he calls you, he'll always praise your body and reactions to him. ("what a perfect hole, just for me.", "let me hear some more pretty sounds, hmm?.")

» more than once, he's actually broken parts of your bed frame. you thought that only happened as a joke, but here you are standing over your now concave wooden frame.

» so perverted. taehoon stares at your body unabashedly, whether in public or private. even hobin calls him out for staring at your ass, but taehoon doesn't care. it's his anyways, he should be allowed to stare at it whenever he wants

» very attentive during aftercare. if you want anything, he'll have it presented to you within minutes. he makes sure you drink lots of water considering how much you moaned. he even learns how to massage your legs from hobin

fin

a/n is the how to fight/viral hit fandom still alive..... hi guys i'm a little late.....

also sorry that this isn't weak hero, but i finished viral hit recently and i'm back into my taehoon obsession >__> there's too little fics of him and i will. fix that. but don't worry, my blog will still be mostly weak hero unless theres more demand for viral hit/study group (and possibly lookism) 🙂‍↕️

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Yoo Hobin Company

G/N. Taehoon is enlisting. Soft and sweet. Masterlists

Taehoon was the one who tried to break it off. Tried.

Considered it a kindness, whatever measly amount his cold cold heart could muster up.

He wanted to play it cool, like it wouldn't work out. Had run its course and naturally reached an amicable end.

(None of that was true.

However, there was nothing more heartbreaking than thinking of you waiting day after day for him as he serves in the military. Waiting for messages and calls and letters until he finally has some time off and can spend it with you.

It's a waste of your time.

Nevermind that it's completely hypocritical because he would absolutely wait until the end of the earth for you.)

You arched an incredulous eyebrow listening to his nonsense. Then, in one fell swoop, rejected the breakup. 

"No."

Taehoon eyes widened at your refusal. He never thought breakups needed to be mutual or that you could decline it. But he knew that you saw through his motives. In hindsight, he didn't know why he bothered; you could always read him like an open book.

A smirk spreads, replaces the shock on his face.

"Dumbass," he says.

"You're the dumb one," you snipe back without heat, pulling him down by the collar and capturing his lips with yours.

.

.

In all honesty, you expected an adjustment period after Taehoon enlisted. A bit of loneliness. Some hours spent twiddling your thumbs until you found your feet again.

After all, you two were joined at the hip. He's your best friend.

What you didn't expect was that you were busier than ever. Not that you were particularly close to the Yoo Hobin company before, but there now seems to be a revolving door of members constantly by your side.

(And you really hate to admit this because Hobin is so sweet, but Taehoon is right. Something about Hobin’s face is sometimes, occasionally… really punchable.)

What you didn't know was, during the last company meeting before Taehoon had to leave-

He glared at them all, one by one. Growled and ordered them to take care of you or else.

Issue is - any sort of intimidation was offset by the pink flush on his cheeks as everyone saw through his prickliness and physically melted at him being such an attentive boyfriend.

First, the breakup didn't work and now neither do his threats. Taehoon is losing his touch.

"Stop that," he snaps when they all stare at him with soppy expressions.

Gyeoul tuts, rolls her eyes and tells him, "You're embarrassing."

Taehoon's leg twitches and he wonders if he stretched out now for a roundhouse kick, if it would hit them all in the face. Men, women, children alike.

His ire is eventually appeased when Yeonwoo, like butter wouldn't melt and earnest as ever, offers- promises that the company will take care of you.

The others agree, although there was never any doubt they would. Eager and already planning to involve you in all manner of things.

Finally reassured, a weight is lifted from Taehoon's shoulders.

[k-dokja]

could you please write an nsfw with Taehoon x reader where they lose their virginity

Grouped these together since they're basically the same request 🤨 By gods this took me forever.

As always AFAB reader. NSFW is under the cut.

"Stop fucking squirming!"

"Stop tickling me then!"

This is a mess. You knew it was a mess even before Taehoon's touches began to get too bold and his kisses grew too heated. The two of you haven't really talked about it, not really. But you have seen him lingering in front of the condom shelves a little too long during one of your trips to the convenience store.

When you approached him the moment after, he looked away, pretending he wasn't trying to mull over what to buy. It was such an anomaly that you put the incident at the back of your mind and forgot about it until now when the necessity for it is at the forefront of your mind.

It was clear that neither of you knew what you were doing.

Taehoon might have a better idea or two, you assume, based on the porn you've caught him watching before. He was blowing up a fuse about that even when you reassured him that it was normal for teenage boys to do that. After all, you've seen your classmates talking about it before.

Some of your friends also brought up the topic, but you never lingered on it for too long to dig into it.

And now, you're pushed down on the firm mattress of your bed with a flustered Taehoon hovering over you, his fingers clutching on the sheets below. Both of you feel awkward and hesitant, but at least, Taehoon looks determined.

After the previous mishap, his breaths maintain a heavy pace before he leans down to you again.

And you fucking giggle.

"What?!" Taehoon snaps. If he put any more tension on your sheets, you think he might rip it.

"You know I laugh when I'm nervous, why are you mad at me!" You bristle, curling up under him. You already know he's big from being close to him in normal settings, but in this proximity, you become even more aware of how intimidating his size is. Even while you try to not focus on his body, the warmth radiating from him forces you to be even more aware of your situation.

"Goddamnit," he mutters, "do you want to do this or not?"

"I do, I do! It's just..." You swallow, fiddling with the material of his shirt in an unconscious effort to keep him where he is. "It's... weird, I don't know, it's a bit out of the blue."

Taehoon raises an eyebrow, sounding slightly offended, "You've never thought about this before?"

You can't help but roll your eyes, smacking his chest for the question. "I have, of course. It's natural but... thinking and actually doing it are two different things. You just sprung it on me, how did you expect me to react?"

"Honestly, I was just hoping you'd lie back and fucking let me get on with it," he groans, running his fingers through the soft strands of his hair, "Y'know, people are usually not as mouthy as you in porn..."

"You do understand those videos aren't realistic, right?" You snort with a wry smile on your lips, unable to contain your amusement.

"Shut up," Taehoon sighs in defeat, closing the gap between the two of you again. His mouth meets you in a familiar dance, his tongue pries your lips open and brushes with yours. Taehoon kisses you with an unbridled hunger, always too greedy, always wanting too much, always craving more.

His hand slips under your shirt, smoothing his rough palm over your soft skin until his fingers brush over the outline of your bra. You can feel him smirking against your lips before he pulls back. The molten heat of his brown eyes bears into yours. "Last chance to back out," he murmurs, rubbing his thumb down on your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

"All right."

"Seriously?" Taehoon freezes, gawking at you with widened eyes.

Immediately, you burst into laughter and earn an undignified scowl from him.

"God, you're so fucking annoying," Taehoon grumbles, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

"You're the one trying to fuck me," you giggle harder, trying to squirm away from him but Taehoon keeps a vice grip on your body.

He snorts, "Yeah, so you can use your mouth for something other than yapping for once."

"Hey!"

Any of your further protests are swallowed by him when he melds his mouth with yours. Taehoon kisses you deep and hard, his tongue brushes yours until your breath is taken away. Unlike everything else he's trying to do, Taehoon knows how to kiss you, knows how to draw out the sighs, knows how to make you mewl and moan.

He pulls you flush to his body, lifting you off the bed while his hand sticks under your shirt. His deft fingers fiddle with the clasp of your bra while he keeps you occupied with his mouth.

Still fiddling.

Fiddling with it still.

Taehoon lets out a frustrated huff as he tears back from you to focus fully on your bra. You wrap your arms around his neck tighter to keep yourself upright, but you can't help the giggle from escaping. "Do you need help with that...?"

"Fuck off," he mutters before groaning. "Let me get this thing off you first."

Impatient. So impatient. He tugs your shirt off and unceremoniously tosses it down to the floor.

"Taehoon!"

But your grumbling goes unheeded when he dives straight back to his previous task, frowning hard as he pulls your bra open, nearly tearing the garment off in his haste. "Good fucking riddance," he tosses it down to the floor as well.

When Taehoon looks back at you, his breath catches in his throat. His pupils dilate when his eyes land on the sight of your bare breasts. You're flushed red all over your face, suddenly self-conscious underneath his gaze. For a moment, he doesn't say anything. It unnerves you a little because you can't find anything to fill the air.

The awkward silence stretches on for a moment before you finally manage to put together a coherent sentence, "What? You've never seen—Eek!"

Taehoon pushes you down to the mattress, his mouth latches to one of your nipples while the other one falls victim to his hand. "Ah...Ah—" You moan helplessly, nails clinging to his back and leaving behind what you assume to be angry red trails on his skin. He hisses, sucking harder while kneading the other soft mound in his hand.

"Fuck," his curse conceals a moan, his tongue flicks on the hard nub. "You feel better than I imagined."

"You imagined this before?" You gasp, a little amused, but mostly distracted by the pleasure he's deriving from your body.

Taehoon grunts, "Don't say it like you haven't thought about it before, we've been together long enough."

"Not everyone has their mind in the gutter like you," you run your fingers through the soft strands of his hair, smiling a little when he leans back into your hand.

"Liar," he retorts, "I saw how you leered at me."

"I never leered—!"

Your word is cut with a consuming kiss. Taehoon makes up with sheer confidence for all that he fumbles up to this point. "I'm getting rid of these," he mutters against your lips, roughly tugging off your shorts and the panties with it. Another whispered curse escapes his lips when his eyes trail down the length of your body.

"Spread your legs," Taehoon gives you no time to follow through with his words when he takes over on his own, "fuck, you look cute like this."

"S-Shut up," you hiss through your embarrassment, trying to close your legs to avoid his scrutiny, but he won't let you.

"For all of that talking, you're already wet," he snorts, dipping a hand between your legs. A strange jolt jumps up your spine when he brushes his fingers against your fold, "Where's that thing... the clit? Whatever the fuck it is, it's the thing that gives you pleasure, right?"

You furrow your eyebrows, lifting your head to see what he's doing down there. "How should I know—Ah!"

"Oh, there it is," Taehoon presses his thumb down on your clit, testing it down with circular motions on the sensitive bundle of nerve. Heat burns at the bottom of your stomach, filling you with overwhelming desires.

"T-Taehoon!" You cling on his shoulder, face flushed with blood. He's making your head dizzy with the best kind of sensation, but the only expression on his face is mild intrigue. Almost curious, even. If you weren't caught up with how his hand was moving on your body, you'd have thought he was having fun observing your reaction.

Before you get a chance to get used to the sensation, he dips a finger past your folds. A choked noise spills out of your mouth when he pushes it up experimentally, rubbing on your inner walls. He chuckles upon seeing you squirm under his ministration, devious gleams spark his eyes. "You like that?"

"Mhm," you bite down on your lower lip, trying to not sound obscenely loud. His ego is large enough as is, if he knows he can make you putty so easily, he'll be insufferable.

Another finger joins the first, reaching deep inside you until his touches make you jump. You're unable to hold back from the whine that escapes, so needy and wanton that he can no longer remain unaffected. His eyes sharpen with an unrivalled focus while he continues to rub on that previous spot, making your body shake from the assault of sensation.

"Taehoon!" You cry out, crawling on his back in an effort to find any stability, but failing to feel anything through the haze of lust. Just when you edge over the brink, he pulls back from you. If you weren't so caught up in the loss, you'd have been ashamed of how pathetic your whimper of protest sounded.

"What was that for?"

Taehoon doesn't answer you, only licking his finger distractedly before sucking on them. "Remind me to go down on you next time," a thoughtful look crosses his face.

So caught up in your confusion, you fail to notice his movement until his boxer is halfway down to his knees, freeing his erection from its confinement.

"Ah, wait..." You stammer weakly at the sight, entranced and intimidated at the same time.

"What?" The smirk on his lips overrides the innocence of his question. Taehoon hisses softly when his hand wraps around his cock, which boasts more in length than girth, with a smooth cockhead seeping out precum on his skin. You'd call it pretty had you not been so caught up about how it'll soon be in you.

"Uh, protection?"

Taehoon rolls his eyes before caging you down. Another protest spills past your lips, but you don't stay stuck on it for long.

"I'll pull out," he says, dead serious.

"Taehoon!" As you move to shove him off, you notice him picking up a small, square package from the bedside table. Your dumbfounded expression must've amused him because he's grinning when he tears the package open.

"You're such a baby," he snorts, wrapping the condom over his cock, "I'm not a fucking idiot, you know?"

"You act like one often..." You mutter dourly, not even bothering to comment when he pulls you flush to him and rubs his cock over your folds. The sensation of plastic is strange on your skin. For a brief moment, you almost want him to take it off.

"Any last word?" Taehoon tries to maintain his arrogant facade even while his face begins to flush with wants. You can see his restraint fraying at the edge as he grinds his cock over your core.

"Oh, fuck you."

"That's the plan," is the only warning he gives you before the head of his cock pushes in past your entrance. Taehoon inhales sharply, fingers digging down on your thighs as he keeps your legs open. "Fucking hell..."

"Go slow..." You swallow, a little nervous.

"Yeah... yeah," he nods uncertainly, but his muscles strain with tension when he pushes in. Taehoon keeps it slow as he lets you adjust to his size, but every shallow thrust is a hiss from his lips. The slow dance between the two of you only comes to a halt when he's fully seated inside you. Taehoon blows out a long breath, obviously pleased with himself. "Any discomfort?"

"A little," your confidence is shaken by your unsteady breaths, "just... don't rush it."

"Mhm," he pulls out slowly, massaging your thighs with a gentleness you rarely ever see in him. "Try to relax, it's harder if you keep tensing up."

You pout, "Easier said than done," but you listen to him anyway. It's not easy when he feels so full inside you. Taehoon sees your struggles and decides to distract you with his kisses. At least, this, you can deal with. He kisses you slowly, and gently, keeping up with the same rhythm as he thrusts in and out of you.

His lips move down to the column of your neck, sucking and licking until you're sure you will have marks to cover up for the next few days. He takes hold of your breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh until you can't focus on anything but his hands on your skin.

Taehoon continues to grind into you as he takes a nipple into his mouth, teasing the hard bud with his teeth. "You good?"

A weak confirmation is hummed from the base of your throat before you manage to utter a single word. "Faster."

"Faster?"

"Yeah."

Taehoon's hand slips down to grip your hip to keep you firmly in place, "All right," he wastes no time to quicken up the space. Gradually, the snap of his hips against yours becomes harsher and more frequent. Taehoon's breath grows ragged, his brows furrow in an effort to hold back from losing himself completely.

You're hazily aware of his hand slipping down between the two of you before a burst of pleasure shoots up your spine. All you can manage is a long, desperate whine while he continues to rub your clit, hoping to push you over the edge before he does.

And he'd succeed in it. He stills as you come, letting you hold onto him with your face buried into the crook of his neck. A strangled sob wrecks your body until your eyes grow teary from the pleasure. You're barely aware of Taehoon, only the softness of his eyes when he stares down at your wanton expression.

"Fuck..." He whispers before closing the distance between the two of you with a searing kiss. His tongue dominates yours in every sense of the word. Soon, he finds his rhythm again, his hand leaves your clit to pull your body closer to his. Whatever composure he has before vanishes, his movement grows erratic as his hips jerk into yours.

Taehoon comes with a gasp that he barely manages to conceal behind his grunt. He collapses on top of your body, teeth gritted and eyes shut tight.

It takes you a while to realize he has no intention to move.

"Taehooooooon!" You grumble, trying to push him off now that the afterglow no longer overwhelms the two of you.

"Whaaaaaaaaat?" He huffs in annoyance, barely alleviating his weight off you when he gets on his elbows.

"You weigh like a tonne, get off me," your hands barely manage to make him budge, struggling with how boneless you feel. "Come on, you're going to crush me."

"Maybe I want to crush you," he grins and puts more of his body down on yours.

You bristle, smacking his shoulder, "Fuck off!"

In retaliation, he captures your nipple in his mouth and bites down just enough to sting. You jump as the pain sets in, but your immediate need for retribution makes you smack his shoulder harder. "Hey! Let that go, you asshole!"

Taehoon cackles victoriously. He lifts himself up just enough for you to think you've escaped his torment before he pulls you into a kiss again, short and sweet, so different from everything he has done to you thus far. "You're such a whiner," he murmurs against your lips before giving you another peck.

"Say you."

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"I like you! Please go out with me!"

You half shouted to the tall boy in front of you. You were too intimidated to stare at him, so you settled with just staring at your own feet.

You asked yourself, how did you get yourself in such a sticky situation? To be honest, you do like the boy, you honestly do. But the problem was, that he way too scary!

Seong Taehoon. The scary gangster of the school. Everyone is scared of him. Including you.

Since you two were in the same class, you had always tend to admire him from afar. At first, you didn't have a good opinion on him, seeing how he's always so violent, and temperamental that even a tiny spark could set him off. But he wasn't really a bully. Well, he was, but he doesn't bully the weak. At least from what you observed. You had saw him beating up a bully and stealing 500 won from them (you wondered why only 500, but oh well) and maybe from that point on, you started to 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 pay attention to him. And slowly, your opinion of him changed, little by little.

To you, he was like the sun. Bright and beautiful to look at. But if you get too close, you'll die.

So if you were so scared of the man, what were you doing here on the rooftop, confessing to him??

Well it all started when you confied with your best friend. You had told her of your uncontrollable crush.

"I tried to stop this... This... Feeling, but i just can't! I don't know what's wrong with me.. I shouldn't like him, he's wild, brash, and violent. But he just keeps pulling me in!"

Your friend listened intently, pondering something while chewing on her bubble gum.

"Then... Why don't just confess to him?"

You snapped your head towards her.

"What!? Are you insane??"

You friend continued on, unbothered and uninterested.

"Well, maybe if he rejected you, you'll start to lose feelings for him?"

You were dumbfounded. Bewildered even. You thought, 'wow that was the most silliest thing I've ever heard. But then you started to 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 think about it.... Huh. Actually, it wasn't such a bad idea.

Well, there was no way he would actually accept your confession right? The two of you had never interacted before. Not even once. And the possibility of him accepting the confession because of your looks would also be zero. Not because you were super ugly, (you thought you looked pretty average) but because he doesn't seem to be the type of person to be fixated on a person's look. Of course, you might be absolutely wrong, seeing as you've never spoken to him before, but you felt that he was just that kind of person.

So just like that, operation 'getting rejected so that you can move on from this stupid crush' is a go!

And now, back to the present. You clench both of your knuckles hard enough that they were turning white. You cursed at yourself for shaking. How pathetic can you be to shake in front of someone your age?

You braced yourself for the harshness of rejection. Imagining, and hearing it are two very different thing. Millions of response from him ran through your head. Millions of ways that he could reject you. Except, you were wrong. Oh, so, wrong.

"Sure, why not."

"I understand, I— excuse me?"

You blinked back at him, you eyes almost popping out of their sockets. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Did he just agree to date you?

"Sorry, but um, i asked you to date me.."

"Yeah, and i said sure. Are you deaf, or are you fucking with me?"

"Ah, sorry! I just couldn't believe what i was hearing.."

And you still couldn't. Are you sure you got the right person? Because the Seong Taehoon you knew, would not agree to your proposal. Once again you peek at him over the bangs of your hair. And scarily, he was already staring at you.

You quickly averted you gaze to the ground once more. Yup, it's him alright. But why?? This isn't how it was supposed to go! He was supposed to reject you and you two would go on your seperate way peacefully! Why was he making this so unnecessarily difficult for you?!

"So where are we going?"

"Huh?"

He sigh loudly through his nose, then stared at you with a piercing gaze that made you flinch.

"Do you seriously have a hearing problem?? You're taking me out on a date. Where the hell are we going?"

Whoops, all of your unnecessary thoughts made you forget about the bully in front of you. Quickly gathering your thoughts, you blurted out the first thing you thought of.

"The arcade!"

You didn't know if the answer would pleased him, but it was too late to take it back.

"Do you have 500 won?"

"Huh? Yes?"

"Meet me at the front gate after school."

While trying to comprehend what he just said, he had already made his way past you, going to his class Since lunch break was over.

The two of you shared a class, so you timidly followed behind him.

After a bit more of walking, the two of you finally arrived to class. He finally took notice of you going in the same class as him. He rose a brow.

"Aren't you going back to your class? What the hell are you doing here?"

"... This 𝘪𝘴 my class."

".... Oh."

He wordlessly entered without giving you a second glance. That douchebag didn't even know you two were in the same class yet he accepted your confession? You found yourself already starting to lose feelings for him.

Oh boy, you were in for a ride. You hope that you'll at least be alive at the end of it.

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[mintpurrfect]

Hi, I really like your work, If possible could you please write a one shot with Taehoon from biral hit and his s/o where his father caught them kissing and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

⩇:⩇⩇ — kiss it better

⤿synopsys﹕ seong taehoon is the type of person who most people classify as "cool". so it was rather unexpected yet somewhat hilarious to find out from his father that he used to be such a clumsy and dumb kid. which he still is.

⤿character﹕ seong taehoon x gn!reader

⤿genre﹕ fluff

⤿warnings﹕ it's mostly just cursing and probably my bad grammar and spellings, but other than that, there's none. not proofread.

⤿note﹕ it's been awhile! I recently just saw this (cuz tumblr didn't give me a notification once again) so I rushed through this since I've got a small burst of inspiration lmao. There's also another anon who asked for a Taehoon fic so, here you go! I hope you guys enjoy this<3

Taehoon was an asshole.

That is what you're currently thinking as you sit down crossed-legged on the floor of the dojang as you stare up at Taehoon who was standing before you.

“You're such an ass!” you exclaimed loudly, glaring at him as you gently rub your forehead.

He grabbed a water bottle and took a sip, completely ignoring your whole existence. This, of course, made you even more annoyed.

How dare he flick you on the forehead really hard and act as if nothing happened? He's absolutely heartless!

“That hurt, you jerk!” once again, you expressed how you were currently feeling, grumbling under your breath about how much of an annoying and mean bastard he was.

As you continued to sulk while still sitting on the floor with a frown on your face, Taehoon's gaze wandered over you, lingering for a few seconds before a soft sigh left his lips.

“Damn it... Let me see.” he mumbled before crouching in front of you, reaching forward and carefully lifting your chin up.

He checked your forehead and saw that it was slightly red, making him realise that he might have used too much strength than intended.

You watch him while remaining silent, noticing how his lips were formed into a thin line and how his eyes narrowed as he observed the red mark on your forehead.

He honestly looks like he's ready to murder someone with how scary and tense his face was. You wonder what other people would think if they saw the two of you in this position. Maybe they would assume that he was threatening you to give him your money or something similar.

As your mind wanders away in your own little world, you failed to register that Taehoon had inched closer, his face nearing yours before his lips made contact with your skin.

It took you a moment to process what was happening, still trying to make sense that Taehoon's lips are on your forehead, softly kissing it.

You blinked a few times in utter confusion and surprise when he pulled away and made eye contact with you. He brought his hand up from your chin towards the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes.

“There, do you feel better now?” He asks in a casual tone, his face stoic yet the tinge of pink on his cheeks and ears didn't go unnoticed by you, but you decided not to comment on it.

You smiled teasingly, shaking your head, “Nope, it still hurts. Maybe you should kiss me here instead.” you said, pointing towards your lips and puckering it up for extra effect.

Taehoon grumbled, rolling his eyes and averting his gaze for a moment before letting out a deep breath and looking at you with an annoyed expression.

“You little sh... Ugh, fine, but you better stop whining after this and get back to practise, okay?”

“Alright!”

And with that, he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss.

You smiled and closed your eyes before kissing him back, enjoying the sweet kiss the two of you shared. His lips were soft against yours and the way he was caressing your skin, drawing small circles on your cheek with his thumb while he kisses you in the most gentle way made your heart flutter.

Lost in the moment, the both of you failed to notice someone opening the door, “Taehoon, could you help me with moving these boxes inside–”

A thud can be heard along with a rather loud gasp, making the two of you pull away from each other and turn towards the source of the noise.

There stood, a wide-eyed Seong Hanseo, who was dramatically covering his mouth with a hand and the box he had was dropped by his feet.

There was an awkward silence that enveloped the dojang for what felt like an eternity, when suddenly, the middle-aged man's face became serious.

You and Taehoon tensed up, preparing yourselves for a scolding to come from the old man. Although, a few moments ticked by and it didn't come. Instead, what greeted the two of you was a father who looked like he was about to cry.

“Ah... You're really grown now... I can still remember the days when I was still changing your diapers like it was yesterday.” Hanseo said, looking towards the large glass window with a reminiscent expression on his face.

“I remember when you were very little, you cried when you accidentally stepped on a dog's poo–”

“Dad, shut up!” Taehoon shouted standing up from his crouched position, glaring daggers at his old man with his face completely red as a riped strawberry.

“Oh, and there was also this time when you fell and slipped down face first when you tried running down the playground slide–”

The day ended with you learning about a bunch of blackmail materials childhood stories of Taehoon. He, unfortunately for him, also had to sit and listen as his father embarrassed him in front of you.

He just knows that you will tease him endlessly about all the things his father was telling you about.

[koiiiji]

GOO KIM | VIN JIN | KWAK JIHAN| OLLY WANG | CHEON TAEJIN | RYUHEI KURODA | GITAE KIM | LEE JIHOON | NA JAEGYEON | JI GONGSEOP | KIM GAPRYONG | PARK JINYEONG | WOOIN | HWANGYEON CHOI | HYOUMA NAGASE | CHRIS D’CHAR | RYU JUWON | TAKEDA KAZUMA | SEONG TAEHOON

[amphitriteswife]

Secret

Pairing: Taehoon seong x fem reader

Warnings: name calling, the relationship is kept a secret. Taehoon is your taekwando teacher.

Summary: taehoon, your former bully is also your taekwando teacher. The two seem to not get along at all. Yet no one knows the depth between the two of you.

Note: did taekwondo for 2 lessons. Shit’s really hard tbh.

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‘Okay…turn, look, kick. Got it?’ Taehoon asked you, pulling his black belt even tighter around his waist. Teaching you infuriates him. You looked at him and and gave him an encouraged smile. Taehoon did the steps he told you slowly, cleanly kicking right into the cushion with his foot. ‘Yes!’ You told him. The excitement in your voice was quite obvious. Taehoon grabbed a bigger cushion for you since you were still a beginner and held the cushion in front of you. Urging you to try a back kick. He had been trying to make you do one for the past half an hour, explaining and doing it himself a few times to show you step by step. He couldn’t help but find your excitement for the sport annoying, you were trying your best and seemed so eager every time you saw him so something. Why were you so exited about something so simple? Taehoon let out a sigh as he saw you struggle on which side to turn, you couldn’t even get the first step right. ‘Turn. Right.’ He told you sternly, he watched you turn to the right side and try to kick the cushion in his hand. With your wrong foot too which caused you to stumble. ‘Wrong foot dipshit.’ Taehoon barked at you. He’s still impatient when it comes to you.

‘Taehoon, how many times do i have to tell you? Dont be rude to Y/N.’ Hansu told his son sternly. This boy…he never fails to give his father a headache. He had told good son countless of times not to be so mean to you, even apologizing on his behalf after he found out what Taehoon had done to you in the past. He can’t help but feel disappointed in his son for what he does. You’re a sweet kid and Taehoon is well…Taehoon. Taehoon clicked his tongue at his fathers words and rolled his eyes which earned a glare from Hansu before her told you to try again. This time you actually managed to turn the right direction, turned to look over your shoulder, and raised your leg to press your foot against the cushion before pushing it away. ‘Okay good. You know how to work your legs now. You need to mind your footwork but we’ll work on that. Now, i want you to raise your leg and hit the cushion with your heel. Got it dumbass?’ Teahoon asked you rather annoyed with his hands on his hips. Hansu glared at his son for the name calling but bit his tongue for now…he mind just ground him if this goes on. Taehoon ignored the glaring from his old man and told you to stay put. He created some distance between you two and held the cushion, letting it face upwards. He watched you closely as you performed surprisingly well, although you once again stumbled afterwards before regaining your balance. You looked at him proudly while Hansu clapped his hands at you and gave you some compliments, what annoyed Taehoon.

‘You put enough strength on your heel, but your balance is still ass.’ Taehoon said rather rudely before putting the cushion away. Hansu sighed at his son, clearly exhausted by his behavior. Taehoon rolled his eyes at his father and told you to start doing some stretching movements. He’s not a necessarily nice teacher. Hansu had left the two of you alone for a little while. Probably to take care of the new equipments they have gotten in the mail. Taehoon watched his father leave the main room to the front door and walked up to you. ‘So? How did I do?’ He wrapped his arms around your waist, he peeked around the corner only to still find his old man being super busy which caused him to snicker. Despite his earlier annoyance, it was just all something to fool the others. He can’t have other people know he has a girl, he doesn’t want to get questions. Besides it’s way more fun to him this way. He gets to teach you taekwondo and be your master, friend and boyfriend. It’s all wins in his eyes. Taehoon softly kissed your lips, his own thin and rather masculine lips coming into contact with your own. He hasn’t kissed you in a long time. It’s hard keeping a secret you know? He loves you. Although he doesn’t really show it. He still remembers the times the two of you clashed, the way he bullied you by name calling and kicking you. But even though he was so ruthless, you fought back. He found it annoying at first. But his annoyance grew to interest pretty fast. He doesn’t seem to mind the bad blood between you two. Well, you’re in a relationship now so it did end on a good note. Taehoon found his hands slowly running up your form, his lips pressing against yours harder, his tongue flicking between your upper and lower lip. He’s not doing it out of lust, more out of curiosity. And because he might be a bad kissed because of the fact he never kissed anyone on the lips before. The both of you are still 19 after all.

After a few hums and kisses, well…attempted kisses to put it lightly, Taehoon pulled away and wiped his own spit of your lips. ‘Don’t tell okay?’ Taehoon told you softly, he isn’t used to being so…nice. He’s not soft he swears. You’re his girlfriend that’s why he’s so nice. Normally he’s not like that. Really. He’s not….Taehoon looked at you rather oddly when you seemed to suddenly look at him quite sheepishly. His brows furrowing and his eyed searching your face for a while. ‘Wha- so that’s what you’re doing instead of teaching.’ Hansu’s sudden booming voice made Taehoon flinch for a moment. He hadn’t expected to be caught. At least not so soon. Dammit! He doesn’t want his dad to be the one knowing first out of all the people! He was supposed to be intimidating! Mysterious! Feared! Dominant! How did he get caught so soon! By his own dad nonetheless. How embarrassing…

Taehoon got scolded by his dad and told him about birds and bees. In front of you which caused Taehoon to be even more embarrassed and throw a fit before he told Hansu that the two of you already did it….more than once…and different types too…Hansu was broken after that and needed a moment to himself.

It was rotting in my drafts and i wanted to write for Teahoon😔

[ydotome]

Taehoon Seong "Master Seong, Spin Genius, Reo Shinjou" (성태훈 / 新庄 玲央) - Kenka Dokugaku - Episode 6

[lllstaehoon]

After dating Taehoon for five months, you start to feel the effects of his no PDA rule

“And that’s all for the video! Thanks for watching the WangRu channel and make sure to like and subscribe!” Rumi says to the camera while making kissy faces to a flushed Wangguk.

You take your head buds out and put the phone down. Looking over to Taehoon who was finishing his work out with some stretches, you wonder if you could do an eighth of the PDA Rumi and Wannguk do.

Ever since you two have been dating, he’s been strict about his no PDA rule.

Thinking about all the couples that were holding hands around the mall today, you were feeling a little envious. I mean of course you would, your boyfriend of three months barely acknowledged you as a girlfriend in public. At least behind closed doors(that were locked) he always had his hands on you.

Straddling his hips on his bed, one of his hands rested on your ass and the other under your thigh, it definitely made up for the lack of hand holding in public. It was even better because he was letting you run your hands under his shirt, feeling up each and every ab while letting you shove your tongue into his mouth.

Breaking apart the kiss, you look at the smirk on his face.

Giggling into his neck, Taehoon feels you try to suck it. He pushes it back with a finger.

“What the hell are you doing, I said no marks.” He says squishing your cheeks.

“You didn’t say that. You just said no PDA.” Your muffled voice responds.

“They’re the same thing dumbass.”

Taehoon reaches under his pillow and takes out his vape.

“Baby they’re not the same. Plus we’re like the only couple who don’t hold hands in public.”

“That’s cause PDA is fucking disgusting. Why ruin something decent by being cringey.” Taehoon inhales from his vape, and lets the smoke out.

“I mean it’s pretty cute when you’re the one doing it,” grabbing his vape and inhaling, you squish Taehoon’s face a little till his mouth makes an ‘O’. Shotgunning smoke in.

I don’t see myself finishing this so I’m just gonna post it and see if you guys like it and maybe I’ll pick it up again

[lheslie]

Taehoon with a very pretty drop dead gorgeous reader but she's also an influencer the cooking one makes bomb ass food most of the comments are how she's a wifey material or moms asking for her hand in marriage to their sons lol

Taehoon with a very pretty drop dead gorgeous reader.

Requested by: Anon!

Hope you like it!!!

He would be around you alot.

He would glare at everyone who looks at you and even dares to speak at you.

He loves to eat your food, He would be the one who eats and comments on your food.

He stopped eating food from the outside and start eating at your place.

He watches your live and gets jealous at the commentors who would try to get your attention that he learned how to turn of the comment section or ban people from the live. He would also fight in the comment section which makes you laugh.

And of course being a drop dead gorgeous person you would also get stalkers too. He makes sure none of them harms you.

He makes sure to be there with you whenever you go to a con he would be your personal body guard, and he would look at every gift that you receive from your followers.

And whenever he's live with you on newtube and he reads the comments he would make comments on the mothers who would ask her hand in marriage for their sons.

"She's clearly taken you blind hag"

"Ask her if she's single then I'm either kickin or banning you from here."

"Ask yer son if he can take a beating from me"

"Yer son ain't even on par with my pinky."

You would laugh whenever he gets this protective, you would find it cute and funny.

When he introduced you to hansu.

"You could do better." Hansu said.

"That's fuckin rude!" Taehoon said.

"I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to her! You could do better than Taehoon!!" Hansu said as you laughed.

Hansu would make sure that Taehoon treats you nicely and respect you.

Taehoon would get jealous and a bit insecure because many people keep telling him that why out of all people you chose him.

You made sure that he knows that you love him so much.

He would be with you whenever you film your Newtube videos and becomes a camera man for you. And in exchange you help him do his Taekwondo Newtube Videos.

[lozchi]

I saw your last one shot with Taehoon and it's really cool, i like it a lot. could you write something with seong taehoon x fem reader, something soft where he is in middle school and he is in love with reader but they are not dating maybe before he met Do Woon or during their friendship(

Nothing.

A/N: saw the word "soft", couldn't reject Pairing: Taehoon Seong x F!Reader Themes: A lot more dialogue than usual, a little less language as well. :)

Sunny skies, chirping birds, the fresh air, the indistinct chattering of the students fill the hallways - You happily skid your way past classrooms, feeling like everything is aligning perfectly.

That is until, Taehoon steps in front of you with a scowl. You might be wondering what’s exactly got him so riled up. Though you know he's unlikely to spill if you ask, it doesn't hurt to try, especially when it's you.

”What’s gotten you in such a pissy mood?” You inquire, noting the tension in his expression on his oh-so-handsome face.

Gosh, how long you could stare at his kissable lips, ruffle with his hair and—

”I’m not in a pissy mood.” He retorts, followed by a faint “hmph”.

Yup. He’s definitely pissed.

Without warning, he grabs your arm and drags you to the library.

”Ugh! What’s with you today?”

You try to shove him away, but Taehoon is immovable as ever.

”Nothing.”

It’s definitely not nothing, particularly when he's unusually clingy, like a child seeking protection from his mother. Sure, he’s probably got mommy issues, but it isn’t this bad to the point he’s looking for a substitute.

Anyway, you aren’t a mind reader. So you’re not gonna stop being an inquisitive bitch until you get an answer. But before you can even voice your thoughts, Taehoon starts muttering.

”Remember the guy you helped when some twerps were bothering him?” He asks, avoiding your gaze.

You take a moment to recall the incident he's referring to, realizing soon enough who he means.

”Uh-huh. That guy from class E, I think? What about him?”

A heavy silence fills the air. Taehoon struggles to find the right words to express what's bothering him. You raise a brow, awaiting an explanation while he still struggles to speak. For about 15 seconds, he keeps his grip on your arm, though it gradually loosens when he finally speaks up again.

”He wants to ask you out.”

He finally mutters, seeming to realize that his own feelings aren't really relevant to the situation.

You take a moment to absorb his words before playfully smacking him on the cheek, causing him to flinch at your unexpected action.

Are you… teasing him?

"Is that why you looked so pissed today?” You ask with a chuckle.

“Are you jeal-”

”No.”

He bluntly replies, but his flushed face says so otherwise.

”Ugh, then why are you so troubled with the fact that he wants to ask me out?”

”I’m just, well…”

It's not like Taehoon has any right to be angry. After all, he spends most of his time with you, whether it's training in the dojang, playing Tekken at the arcade, or even the occasional sleepovers you both have. There's hardly a moment when you're apart, which might just stem from his internalized fear of being separated from you.

He's worried.

So worried, in fact, that the thought of having to let go of you terrifies him, consuming his thoughts entirely, that it’s probably inevitable that detatching himself from you is his only option.

”Forget it, just let me know when you’re going.” He finally concedes, his tone resigned.

Knowing Taehoon, it's either A.) he'll "casually" follow you during your date to "ensure your safety," or B.) the date won't happen at all. He won't fucking allow it. He won’t let it. No, not ever.

He releases your arm with a weary sigh, about to turn and leave, when you burst into laughter uncontrollably.

”Pfffft!\~ You’re so pathetic sometimes, y’know? How hard is it to admit that you’re jealous?”

”I am not!”

”You are\~”

You tease, a grin spreading across your face.

”Tch, whatever.”

He grumbles, unable to hide the slight flush creeping up his neck.

——

When you return to your classroom, a note sits on your desk, undoubtedly from the guy Taehoon mentioned. It reads, "Please meet me at the school gym after break.” the penmanship even better than yours and Taehoon’s combined.

”You’re not planning on going out with him, are ya?”

Taehoon asks, slyly slinging his arm around your shoulder.

”What do you think my answer will be?”

You reply smugly, pulling him closer.

”Das for you to tell me. What will it be?”

”Hmm, I dunno—”

”Oh, come on.”

Taehoon rolls his eyes in half-disbelief.

Soon enough, you make your way to the gym with Taehoon by your side. There's a bit of bickering and some comments from him about how it's a waste of time to go out with a schoolmate you barely speak to, suggesting it would be better to train with him instead.

As you spot the guy, Taehoon follows closely behind. You turn to face him, silently mouthing a "what" as he stays glued to your side.

”Dude, we need a moment.”

You whisper-shout, but he only rolls his eyes.

”Okay, fine. But if he does something wrong, just signal me and I won’t hesitate to jump him, kick his ass, ruin his life, fuck him up so bad- no, I don’t mean fuck fuck, but like ruin his life to the—”

And with that, you leave Taehoon behind, sighing hopelessly as he wonders if he'll ever muster the same courage as the boy confessing to you now. But for now, it seems like an impossible feat.

He watches from a distance, his expression stoic as he observes the bashful interaction between you and the boy.

”Fuck, maybe I am jealous.”

Taehoon grumbles, his lips pressing together tightly as his thoughts consume him.

What if he isn’t enough for you? What if his personality is a bit too much to handle? What if you really went out with someone else who isn’t- Taehoon? What if deep down, you know his feelings for you but you only decide to ignore because you’re not exactly sure how to reject him?

”What if—?”

"Taehoon, let's go."

You interject with a smile, breaking his train of thought. He stares back blankly as you inquire;

"You alright?”

A part of him—no, every fiber of his being wishes you had rejected the boy. He doesn't want you with anyone else. It's selfish, he knows, but he's unwilling to let you slip away, unwilling to waste a moment he can't spend with you. Fucking cringy as it may sound, it's the truth.

”What did you tell him?” Taehoon asks nonchalantly, trying to mask his inner turmoil.

"I told him if you couldn't come, I wasn't interested. Then he mentioned it was supposed to be a date, and you could come as the third wheel.” ”And then?” "I couldn't picture you agreeing to just being a third wheel, so I said no.”

You reply with a shrug.

Taehoon cartwheels internally, trying his hardest not to smile with the information you just gave him. He silently celebrates the fact that you prioritized HIM over a potential date. Deep down, he wants to shout with joy, scream “FUCK YEAH, TAKE THAT, PUSSY!” But of course, he suppresses all his emotions.

”Then, are you free after school tomorrow?” ”Uh-huh.” ”What about the day after tomorrow?” ”Yup!” ”And the day after that?” ”I have cram school but I’ll make some time for you.” ”What about the day after…”

As the two of you stroll outside the campus, engaged in a lighthearted, nonsensical conversation, Taehoon discreetly pulls out pieces of paper out of his pockets.

"What are those?" You inquire, your curiosity piqued by his secretive actions.

"Nothing."

He replies casually, though there's a mischievous glint in his eye as he swiftly empties his pockets, throwing a collection of love letters from other students (that have been sent your way, perhaps out of protectiveness or simply to spare you the hassle of dealing with them yourself)into a nearby bin.

He clings onto your arm once more; ”Nothing important at all.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Sleepover

Requested. G/N. Fluff.

Technically the first sleepover wasn't a sleepover, if only because there was very little sleeping done. Heh.

Neither was the second or third.

The fourth, tonight, however very much was.

At least for you. Snoring quietly away, peaceful in the land of slumber.

Taehoon wonders if it would be mean to nudge you awake. The cruel side of him wonders if a gentle kick aimed your way would be well deserved.

Because while you are sleeping soundly, sleep evades Taehoon again. And not in the fun way like the previous times.

If he realised what your sleeping habits actually are like, he would have reconsidered this.

Hours ago, when it was still dark and the sun wasn't starting to peek over the horizon, you shuffled and moved around, mattress bouncing with each movement and Taehoon bouncing too. Until you were cuddled up to him. Timing it perfectly just as he was starting to doze off.

Taehoon sleeps warm, ok. Cuddling is fine, but cuddling through the night is off limits.

He tolerated it for about a minute, which he thinks is already too generous, and moved you off him without disturbance.

You kindly responded by elbowing him in the ribs as you turned over. Completely oblivious, still snoring your stupid little head off and Taehoon briefly thinks that he should throw an elbow your way too.

No, no.

He swallows down his frustration. Gives you a glare in the darkness that you can neither see nor feel but it makes him feel better and tries to drift off again.

Almost fast asleep and then you start muttering.

Fuck. It's annoying but nothing a pillow over your head, he means over his head, covering his own ears obviously, can't solve.

He does just that except-

You scream. Short and shrill, caused by some hellish nightmare (or maybe this entire episode is Taehoon's nightmare) and his eyes snap open.

He's just about to shake you, check if you're ok, maybe just be spiteful and give you a taste of your own medicine but he hears you mumbling again and fuck. fuck. FUCK.

You're still fast asleep.

He doubts you have woken up at any point in the night and it's now 4am. Even the goddamn birds are singing and more than anything in the world, he wishes birds, especially those outside his window, do not exist.

(He could also wish that you weren't here so he could go to sleep, but he thinks that's a step too far.)

Resigned to his fate, to the bags under his eyes, to a day of sluggishness; he has one more failed attempt before he gets up. Decides to be productive, start the day with some stretches, and some Taekwondo movements.

Taehoon throws you another dirty look. Sees you dozing so sweetly he can't help but forgive you for his sleepless night and sneak a kiss to your forehead.

You stir. Gaze at him groggily, "You woke me up," you accuse.

You think his reaction, his growl and the "What the fuck!" as he storms off is a complete overreaction.

[minxyjae]

Imagining Taehoon Seong with an overly flexible reader.

Like, imagine him pounding into you, over and over again, just splitting you open. But when he notices how much your back is arched because of him? He absolutely loses it

❝𝘛-𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘯 𝘴'𝘵𝘰𝘰─ 𝙝𝙖𝙝 ─𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩-❞ he grunted into your neck feeling your walls clench around him tightly. You felt his speed slow down as he lifted himself off your body to look at your face again.

Your breaths became heavy when Taehoon stopped to catch his breath. During that his eyes travelled down to your stomach until his hips twitched when he saw how much your back was arched.

He felt the tiredness wash away as he instantly returned back to thrusting into you without a warning ❝𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘬𝘬- 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺-❞ he grunted. One of his hands roamed to your back as he encouraged you to arch it more, the other hand was still firm on your hips.

You moaned and whined at the sheer feeling of him inside you. You gripped the sheets harder as your eyes rolled back.

You're in for a long night

[moonbyulsstuff]

Hi!! I've read all your work with seong taehoon and if you still write for him I want to ask you could you please write a one shot with Taehoon and his s/o where his father caught them kissing and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

Dad!

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It was awkward to say the least.

The two were watching a movie in Taehun house and it was awkward between the two, eyes glued to the TV but occasional glances thrown at each other but too timid to say anything first.

Taehun was leaned back against the couch, arm across the back and [Name] holding a pillow close to them. Taehun glanced at his partner, he took a deep breath before scooting closer to them. [Name] noticed the gesture but didn't say anything as they felt Taehun body close to them.

It was quiet as the sound of the movie was the only sound in the living room, a cough caught [Name] attention as they looked at Taehun.

"A-Are you enjoying th-the movie?" Taehun asked, with stutter between his sentences. [Name] could see the light blush on his pale cheeks, they nodded. "Yeah.. it's good..." [Name] said as Taehun nodded.

"Wh-What about you?" "Yeah... I'm enjoying it too..."

He said as he then looked at his partner, shit. They were adorable, Taehun subtle bit his lip. [Name] looked so cute in his eyes, he just moved without thinking, leaned down and placed his lips on theirs.

[Name] eyes widened when they felt Taehun's lip on theirs, but they eventually gave in and kissed him back. He placed his hand on the back of their head, pulling them closer.

They were so engrossed with each other, kissing each other that they didn't notice the door opening and Taehun dad, Hansu entering.

"Taehun?" Both of their eyes widened open when they heard Hansu's voice, they pulled away as [Name] face flushed red when they saw their boyfriend's dad in front of the door. Taehun looked embarrassed seeing his dad and the fact he just witnessed them kissing.

"D-Dad? I-" "I got off early.... ummm... so..." Hansu said looking at [Name] who's face was beet red. "So... you're Taehun's partner... [Name], correct?" Hansu asked as they nodded. "Y-Yes.. nice to meet yo-you sir..." They nervously said, they were embarassed that he just witnessed them kissing.

It was quiet for awhile before Hansu spoke up.

"I-I'll go to Mr. Kim house... uhh... you better not be irresponsible Taeuhn.."

Hansu said and went out before Taehun screamed, saying it wasn't that while [Name] could die out of embarrassment.