#all ur jinwoos are belong to me

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#485 - Sung Jin-Woo from Solo Leveling

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hello!! could i request 50 and/or 59 for the prompts with binu? btw i love your work and youve made me cry like 7 times with the magic series!! thank you for sharing ur talents with us!!💜

50 & 59 / binu - prompts here

Dongmin’s face was warm, and he felt panic seep into his bones. First Bin ignores him completely, and now, when they finally are talking, Bin is drunk and lewd?

Why did he have a crush on such a mess?

Originally, Bin had been nothing more than a roommate and a friendof Jinwoo’s. He was attractive, sure, but he was slightlystand-offish. After Dongmin gave his initial introduction of, “Hello,I’m Dongmin, and I’ll be your new roommate,” Bin had simplynodded and gone back to watching whatever weird anime he had on atthe time.

It took him a while to give a formal introduction right back toDongmin: “I’m Moon Bin,” he had muttered after Dongmin hadunpacked all of his personal belongings.

And then that was it.

He wasn’t mean in any case; he was simply quiet wheneverDongmin was around, which was a stark contrast from how he actedwhenever Jinwoo came by. With Jinwoo, he was loud and giggly andenjoying life.

Dongmin began to wonder if he did something wrong, and he asked asmuch to Jinwoo one evening.

“I really don’t think he likes me,” Dongmin complained as hepicked at his noodles. “I mean, why does he always ignore me? And Itry my best to engage him in conversation - do you think I might havesaid something to him to upset him?”

“Probably, yeah,” Jinwoo mumbled. He wasn’t really payingmuch attention to Dongmin; all of his focus seemed situated on thepart-time worker of their favorite noodle joint; Kim Myungjun and hisdamn infectious smile and ability to turn Jinwoo into a puddle ofgoo.

Normally, Dongmin wouldn’t mind Jinwoo’s adorable infatuationover Myungjun, but today he desperately needed help. He snapped hisfingers under his best friend’s nose. “Jinwoo-hyung, pleasefocus!”

That seemed to do the trick, and Jinwoo blinked before lookingback over at Dongmin. “Yeah, sorry, um…we’re talking aboutBin?”

Dongmin nodded desperately. “He hates my guts.”

“He doesn’t hate your guts.”

“He does! He gets along so well with everyone, but hetreats me like I don’t even exist half the time!”

Jinwoo’s eyebrows furrowed together, and he finally began eatinghis noodles. After one mouthful was down, he murmured, “Thatdoesn’t seem right. Are you sure he’s acting like that? Becausehe told me he really, really liked you.”

“What?”

“Yeah - oh, gosh, maybe he’s too shy, Dongmin! Isn’t thatcute!” Jinwoo grinned, then brought his voice down to a whisper.“Not as cute as Myungjun-”

“Hyung, he likes me?”

Knowing that Dongmin wasn’t going to coo over his crush today,Jinwoo sighed and straightened up in his seat. “I probablyshouldn’t have told you - I mean, this is something Bin has to comearound to confess on his own time. You have to promise youwon’t say a word-”

“Hyung, he like likes me?”

“What is this, primary school?” Jinwoo scoffed. “Yes,Dongmin, he had a giant, big crush on you and you need to keep yourmouth shut about this, especially since I don’t know if you likehim back or not.”

And, at that moment, Dongmin himself wasn’t even sure whether ornot he liked Bin back. Sure, Bin was handsome and had a gorgeoussmile and strong arms and probably even stronger abs, but Dongminhad never really thought about liking him.

Since Jinwoo tattled, however, all Dongmin could think about wasBin. He watched Bin closely at their apartment, now admiring allthose quirks he had once ignored. The more time passed, the moreDongmin wondered if he was falling in love.

Still, Bin kept mostly silent around him. Dongmin began to forceconversation, and there were times where Bin would get into whatevertopic they were discussing, and he��d laugh loudly and nod his headenthusiastically and seem interested, but the moment theconversation fell to a lull, he would retreat in on himself again.

Dongmin hated it.

He needed some sort of icebreaker. Their conversations werefantastic, but they lasted for such a short period of time. Dongminneeded something longer, something concrete, to ensure himself thathe had feelings for Bin and that Bin did have feelings forhim.

A bar was the only place he could think of to loosen both of themup. A few drinks had never hurt anyone, regardless, and Bin seemed toagree pretty readily.

Except Bin consumed more than a few drinks. He kept theconversation up very nicely, but it did come at a cost, and that costwas a drunk Bin.

Jinwoo would kill him ifhe learned that he had made Bin get drunk.

“Dongmiiiin-”Bin whined as Dongmin pushed aside all of the drinks Bin had orderedbut hadn’t gotten to just yet. “Dongmin, why are you doing that? Iwas going to drink them!”

“Not now you aren’t,” Dongminresponded, and he had to hoist Bin up from his seat, slinging his armover his shoulder in order to properly drag him from the bar. “God,Bin, you’re so drunk! Why did I think this was a good idea?”

Bin hiccuped, then leaned intoDongmin’s embrace. “Because you like me as much as I like you?”

Dongmin froze. “What?”

Bin repeated himself, louder thistime, earning the attention of several other bar-goers. “Becauseyou like me-!”

“Shh!” Dongmin stuffed hisfree hand over Bin’s mouth, but Bin continued the muffled yell.Dongmin felt rather humiliated, both from having possibly been foundout (he stared enough in their apartment, so he guessed it wasn’t toomuch of a surprise that Bin had caught on), and from having his crushdisplayed for the entire world to hear. Quickly, he rushed Bin out ofthe bar and began to short trek home, trying to ignore the poundingof his heart against his chest. “Wh-Where did you get thatidea?” he whispered.

Bin, even while drunk, seemed tounderstand Dongmin’s desire to speak in low voices. “Jinwoo-hyungtold me.”

“Jinwoo- gosh, of course hedid.” Dongmin was going to tell Myungjun, just to make it even.“How did he know,though? I never told him – why am I even asking you? You’re toodrunk to remember a thing.”

“Depends on what that thingis!” Bin responded as Dongmin dragged him up to their front door.While the older of the two worked on fumbling with the keys, Binwhispered, “I’ll remember certainthings,” and he brushed a finger up against Dongmin’s lips.

Dongmin drew in a harsh breathbefore finally unlocking the door, and he shoved Bin unceremoniouslyinto the couch. “Don’t-”

“God, you’re not gentle atall,” Bin groaned out as he splayed himself out over the couchcushions. “I like it. That’s hot.”

Dongmin’s face was warm, and hefelt panic seep into his bones. First Bin ignores him completely, andnow, when they finally aretalking, Bin is drunk and lewd?

Why did he have a crush on such amess?

“Just…just stay there,” hecommanded. “I’m going to-to get you some water.”

Water wouldn’t do much to healhis own rush ofemotions, but it would hydrate Bin, if even a bit, and possiblylessen the pain of his hangover when the morning came around.

He filled a glass up with shakinghands. Bin was unusually seductive.Sure, Dongmin regularly found himself lost in Bin’s mesmerizing gaze,but now his feelings toward Bin had suddenly shot skyward. It wasdifficult to ignore it when Bin was open and willing-

Dongmin shut the tap water offhurriedly. He just had to give Bin the drink and then leave him befor the rest of the night. Bin probably wouldn’t remember a thing hehad done in the morning, and Dongmin could pretend that nothing everhappened.

(And he definitelyneeded an emergency noodle outing with Jinwoo.)

“Bin?” he took a deep breathas he headed back into their living room. “Bin, I got you some-”

But Bin hadn’t just laid on thecouch, as Dongmin assumed he would. Instead, Bin was standing up,currently lacking a shirt and pants, and aboutto be lacking underwear, if the fingers curled around the band of hisboxers were any indication of that.

“Oh my god!”Dongmin squeezed his eyes shut, though he made certain not to spillthe water. “Bin, why are you naked?!”

Bin giggled, and in a huskyvoice, he muttered, “Because I know what you want-”

“This is the exact oppositeof what I want!” Dongmin complained, and he felt his way to thecoffee table in order to place the water down, his eyes still closed.

“I thought you liked me.” Binsounded confused.

Dongmin placed his free hand overhis eyes and peeked out from in between his fingers. (Bin didhave really nice abs.) “I-I wanted a slow romance, a…somethingromantic and – Bin, you’re drunk!”

Bin seemed a little sheepish atthat, and he plopped on the couch before nuzzling his face into oneof the couch pillows. “I misread the situation.” His words wereslurred as he closed his eyes. “When I wake up tomorrow, I’llromance you properly, Dongmin.”

Dongmin grabbed a nearby blanketand tossed it over Bin’s near-naked body. “Y-You won’t, um, youwon’t remember this in the morning,” he responded. His hands weretrembling even more. “And I’ll pretend it never happened.”

“I’ll remember.” Bin yawnedand wrapped himself up tighter in the blanket. “I’m not drunkenough to completely forget it all. And once I remember, will you goout with me?”

“If you remember,”Dongmin answered, and he backed as far away as possible. “And youwon’t.”

But Bin smiled secretively beforeturning to face the side of the couch, thus hiding his expressionsfrom Dongmin’s view. “So that’s a yes, then.”

Dongmin felt that it didn’tdeserve a reply, so he simply waited until he heard the soft snoresthat sleep had produced. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding against hischest, and Dongmin place the palm of his hand over it, as if thatwould somehow calm it down.

If Bin remembered all of thiscome morning, Dongmin knew he wouldn’t say no.