#choi han kyul

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 (𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐇.𝐊)

Summary: “Her name is Noelle. I had a dream about her, she rings my bell…”

Contains: not smut but we damn near there, longing, somewhat slow burn, requited feelings, confession, Han Kyul being clingy, he’s in love don’t make fun of him, kissy kissy, like heavy kissing, making out, cursing, dry humping, nudity, love confessions, it’s the early 2000s and you have a wispy pixie cut (look at the boarder pic for reference), size difference, fluff, it’s p+rn but p+rn with feeling

A/N- I might write for all his characters like I love him down so bad

Update: YALL this is the first coffee prince fanfic on this app😭 I’m scarrrredd

‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و*̣̩⋆̩* . °

. . + .°.

Unconventional.

That was the first word that came to mind when Han Kyul thought of you.

It wasn’t the only word, though. Messy, a bit moody but kind, smart-mouthed, odd, cute, distractible but reliable. You were focused yet mixed up- never knowing exactly where you were going but heading there determined anyways- a series of beautiful contradictions. Loud with soft hands; even when you’d scold him, smelling of cotton and creamed strawberries. That’s how you are to him.

But lately it seems you’ve been something more.

He’d been drawn to you from the start, the pretty regular with tinkling laughter and short hair who frequented his cafe, always in a rush of some sort but still taking time to flirt with him and be nice to the staff. At first he thought the initial rush of fondness he felt was just because of how awkwardly pleasant you were but the more you came around, the more familiar he got with you. Learning all kinds of stuff about you and what made you so…you.

Like how you and your mom didn’t speak because of her obvious preference to your brothers all your life even though they were headaches, how you adore your father though, that you go out of your way to wear mismatch socks because you think the matching ones are bad luck, that you prefer hot chocolate over coffee any day, how your jealous that his hands are pretty even though yours are too just smaller, even how you buy men’s jeans just because they’re baggier and you think it’s cute when pants cover your shoes and he thinks you’re cuter than anything. From there he realizes he could see himself liking you in ways that were more than fleeting thoughts and glances; so you two wind up hanging out more personally- more alone. Where he learns things about you through observation and question that make him long in ways he’s never known.

You were messy but you’re also kind, and even around others you were lonely. In fact, you were lonely most of the time. Despite that, you liked the way it felt when you dried your eyes and looked ahead; believing in the day you’d find the perfect skies to your horizon. You liked cloudy days that teetered on gloomy because it reminded you of hugs and holding hands, your best friend is a girl you’ve known since the third grade who you spit your milk on the first time you met- he smiles at that- and when he does you tell him that you don’t find only his hands pretty, but him pretty too.

“Face and all”, you say, pushing his hair back from where you’re laying on his floor like you always did at least once when he had you over and he’s sitting next to you looking down into your face with fond eyes, blinking slow as a smile grows on his lips. God, he wanted to kiss you breathless. The atmosphere is warm and soft and you two are close enough that the sweet smell that constantly clings to you, seeps onto him and in turn he finds himself mimicking it’s nature with how he begins to cling to you. Seeking you out, he’s touchier.

If you noticed, you don’t say anything. And why would you? Unbeknownst Han Kyul, you liked him back- and have since before he even liked you like that- but he was a smart boy so you’d let him figure that part out for himself. You shouldn’t even like him so much but you did. You liked how brash and bossy he sometimes was, enjoyed how oblivious he was to social cues, even how he wasn’t a morning person; getting pissy over the phone yet still wouldn’t hang up when you called him at any time he deemed too early in the morning. He seemed to find almost everything charming; everyone was cute in his eyes and that might be one of your favorite traits of his. Actually, no. Your most favorite trait was the easy way he always soaked himself in your personal space.

He was always kind of handsy but lately it felt like his touch was always on yours and you loved it. Times where they’d be casual at first, until his broad palms would wander then linger.

Times like now. At his place again, standing at his kitchen in a tank top with no bra; cooking for him because you wanted something he couldn’t make quite to your standards. Music playing in the background while you talked until you got quiet, needing to focus while you measured everything. He wasn’t good at being with you and not having your attention so coming to stand close behind you with, he places a warm hand on your shoulder that coasts across your shoulder blades, stopping to squeeze at the base of your neck, biting his lip at your soft gasp before moving his hand down the expanse of your back and gliding under your shirt; resting it at the curve just above your ass.

You tilt your head to the side when he leans down, tracing his nose slowly down your jaw to the back of your neck then head as he inhales deeply making goosebumps break over your skin, his other hand settling on your waist with a firm squeeze and the gasp that leaves you this time comes from a bolt of pure arousal- hands shooting out to grip the counter to steady yourself. The air is charged somehow- startling you with its sudden electricity, voice soft when you lean further back into him and ask-

“What are you doing?”

“How do you always smell so good? ‘Y skin’s soft too…” The low drawl in his voice drops a fireball right down to your core and you shudder. You were aware of your swiftly changing dynamic but never did anything to reverse it. You wanted things to change between you two. There weren’t enough words in any language to express how much you both liked about each other, nothing to give a name to the need to always be in your gravity.

You move to clear things to the corner of the counter (for no reason in particular) when thick arms suddenly surround you as Han Kyul buries his face in that spot where your neck slopes to your shoulder. You feel your heart pound so hard you’re sure he can hear it when he nuzzles closer and you feel his lips move.

“I missed you.”

Your eyelids lower as you smile softly, hands moving to cross over his arms, reciprocating his touch.

“It’s only been what? 4 days since I’ve seen you? I thought you were supposed to be a wild playboy, what happened??” He huffs out a laugh but holds you tighter and you’re beaming at this point.

“Doesn’t matter…I need to see you every day or else.” He was too cute.

“Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll miss you and so hard you’ll feel it and come running back to me.” You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you from how petulant he was being, pouting as he mumbles out into your shoulder about how much he suffered just because he missed you. You shuffle around a bit until you’re turned in his arms and while it’s not the first time you two have hugged, it is the first time you’ve held each other so close.

His onyx colored eyes shimmer with every unsaid word thats turned to stars in his mind, all revolving around you, they form constellations in your image. It almost hurts and he soothes the ache by pulling you closer, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. One of his hands slips back under your shirt to rest above your ass, craving the smooth skin to skin contact as he sighs. You loop your arms around him, steeling yourself as you look dead in his eyes to whisper the same.

“I missed you too.”

It’s a mystery who leans in first but all that matters now is that you’re kissing. Melting into each other as your lips move and it feels so deliriously good- feels like everything you need and more. You can’t help the way you rake your nails down his broad back, feeling him shiver as he groans in pleasure, pulling away to look at you for a beat with pupil blown eyes before surging back to your mouth. His kiss is deeper this time, wet lips sliding and sucking over your top lip then bottom lip before enveloping them together then licking hotly into your mouth, laving his tongue against yours and you’re lightheaded from how quickly your heart drops your core; eyes fluttering in bliss as you moan desperately from the back of your throat.

He couldn’t take this. You were driving him crazy. He needs you. Needs you, needs you. With him- in his life, around him always and forever.

Breaking apart from the kiss with a smack, he looks into your glazed eyes and swears before picking you up and sitting you on the counter, hands heavy with delicious pressure as they caressed your body; panting against your face with scattering pecks.

“I like you.” The three words fill you with warmth as he stands flush to you between your legs but you pull him closer, kissing him firmly enough for your lip stain to transfer, smearing raspberry color in its wake.

“I like you too. A lot, actually-“, his smile is almost blinding as he drops against you in relief. You like him back. You’d never have to be apart, your relationship wasn’t ruined.

You pull him back to your mouth and he tingles when you wrap your legs around him. Heavy breaths turn to gasps and moans while you lose yourselves in each other. Your nipples are hard against his chest and he hisses, even harder in his pants at all the sensations that being surrounded by you brings him. The second time you bring your hands to his biceps, squeezing the muscled fat, he has to pull away- lapping and biting your neck as he bathes in your sweet scent and cute sounds.

Even biting your lip didn’t stop or lessen the delighted moans leaving your throat so you give up, letting Han Kyul take you over as he was pressed to you, his full lips all over until you remember something.

“W-wait!” It takes a while for him to yank himself off you but when he does- you flush seeing how much of a mess he is. Kyul’s hair is messier than usual, lips puffy and stained from the color that was on your own lips, eyes eclipse black- pitching a tent so obvious it’s painful.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I-“, you stop him with a kiss but the second you pull away he’s back to sucking wetly at your neck, humming every now and then to let you know he’s listening and you jolt at the shocks of pleasure, trying to gather your thoughts.

“We- ahn- a date!” You moan the words out through a stutter as you’re almost laying down completely on the counter, legs pushed up and snug against his sides as his front grinds against yours, biting his lip as he nods mindlessly.

“Yeah, let’s date-“, you pull his head back by his hair to get him to focus since he clearly can’t multitask at present and he moans. The sound is wrecked and deep and so needy that it shatters your last threads of resolve and focus as you meet him in another filthy kiss, moving away only to strip his shirt off him, panting against his mouth between kisses-

“After this, you take me on a date- fuck- okay?”

He stares back with hearts practically in his eyes as he nods, kissing down your chest as he undoes the front of your pants, still grinding heavily against your throbbing center and you choke on the pleasure.

“Yeah baby, it’ll be the best date too-“, and you can’t wait, as excited to hold hands and eat food you both like somewhere with live piano music bonding the night away as you are to get fucked boneless on his kitchen counter.

Lips to your forehead snap you out of your datedream.

“Don’t even think of abandoning me after this, I’ll only find you and irritate you until you come back got it? You’re stuck with me.” You smile at his dramatics and he grins back, eyes crinkling in that comforting way they do before he’s pulling your pants and underwear off in one swipe, taking you in with a groan of disbelief.

“ ’y tryna kill me…”, he whispers, before bending down to pepper heavy, wet pecks down your body. You whine, eyes fluttering closed for a second at how good his hot mouth feels, running a hand through his hair; prompting him to look up at you with a cheekily fond grin.

“Stuck with you? Sounds like a dream..”

Only… life with you was so much better than anything his subconscious could ever conjure up.

And he’d be the muse to your horizon.

[hagarsays]

Excuse me GONG YOO HELLO!!! Like are you trying to kill your fans 🫣🫡🥰

Scenes from season 2 of Squid Games

[mjracles]

gong yoo as choi han-kyul [최한결] in coffee prince (2007)

(source - coffee prince [1×07])

[yarenimo7]

[buddyhollyscurls]

Han Kyul is so clearly attracted to Eun Chan even end of ep 1 he thinks she's a boy and is like turn around.... with a Look in his eyes

Bro come on now

[ru-xia]

tell me you're gay without telling me you're gay

[aikonaishaa]

Since Gong Yoo's gaining popularity again can we please please please get more coffee prince fics of him I NEED my man CHOI HAN-KYULLL

[one-scene-one-drama]

Coffee Prince (kdrama, 2007)

"Coffee Prince" it's a drama about Eun Chan, she's the breadwinner of her family and because of that, she doesn't have time to care about her looks, so everyone thinks she's a man and since she needs to make a living, Eun Chan sometimes uses that in her favor. One day she meets Han Kyul, he immediately thinks of her as a man and the two begin a friendship, that turns into a "forbidden love" since Han Kyul thinks Eun Chan is a man and she doesn't have the courage to tell the truth, fearing of being rejected.

I totally understood why it took so long for Eun Chan to tell the truth, nobody saw her as a woman, so it was better to be just another guy friend, than trying to confess and be heartbroken. The problem is her feelings for Han Kyul just grew stronger and she couldn't keep it hidden anymore. The scene where Han Kyul finds out Eun Chan's a girl it's really impressive, he felt betrayed, specially because it took a lot of courage in him to confess his feelings thinking Eun Chan was a man, but at the same time, Eun Chan had the courage to tell she's a woman... but it was too late and Han Kyul finds out from another person.

This was the drama that made me fall in love with Gong Yoo. It's a perfect drama in every sense, specially because it's an older one and the romance is beautiful, the way the writers put the relationship of Eun Chan and Han Kyul was really good, it's like a BL, until the moment Eun Chan's identity is out. It's a must see if you like Korean dramas, it's one of the best that I had ever watched.

[j1ho]

(   park  bogum.   twenty  eight.   non  binary.   he+they   )      LEE  JI  HO   has   been   spotted   around   the   neighborhood,   i   think   they’re   a   waiter   at   infierno.   i   heard   from   a   friend   of   a   friend   that   they’re   cordial, diligent &  sharp-tonged, stubborn.   it’s   no   wonder   they’ve   made   it   this   far   in   the   city,   they’ve   been   here   for   all of their life!   now   that   i   get   a   good   look   at   them   they   kinda’   remind   me   of   talk   by   beabadoobee.

≡  BASICS .

full  name  :  lee  ji  -  ho  ,  이지호

nicknames  :  jj  

gender  &  pronouns  :  non  binary  &  he+they

sexuality  :  bisexual

age  :  twenty₈

nationality  :  korean  -  american

ethnicity  :  korean

current  location  :  manhattan  ,  new  york

living  conditions  :  typical  to  any  eligible  bachelor  in  new  york,  jj  lives  in  a  disheveled  studio  apartment  with  just  about  anything  spread  across  any  surface.  delayed  bills,  old  recipes,  vintage  trading  cards,  and  crumpled  newspapers.  his  plants  are  overdue  for  a  watering  and  the  fridge  is  stacked  with  leftovers.  the  only  organized  area  in  their  apartment  is  their  room,  with  everything  in  its  designated  place  ---  clothes  hung  categorically,  by  their  designated  occasions.  aside  from  being  dedicated  to  his  work  &  never  having  time  to  sort  the  place,  his  cat  doesn’t  make  things  any  easier  by  wandering  around  the  place  while  they're  at  work  !  

≡  BACKGROUND .

current  occupation  :  taught  chess  to  kids  when  18-22,  currently  a  waiter!

dream  occupation  :  as  a  child  he  has  always  enjoyed  making  his  own  meals  and  would  often  dream  about  owning  their  own  restaurant,  a  dream  that  carries  on  inside  him.  his  love  language  is  making  people  food  <3 

past  occupations  :  has  worked  as  a  bartender,  a  busboy,  and  much  more. 

social  class  :  working  class  

in  debt?  :  no...

educational  achievements  :  graduated  with  a  phd  in  mathematics  &  accepted  into  law  school,  but  shortly  dropped  out.  

family  :  father  (  alive,  lee  kiyoung  ),  mother  (  deceased,  jung  nabi  ),  &  older  brother.

pets  :  a  brown  tabby  cat  named  mimi,  but  he  does  take  care  of  a  lot  of  strays.    

prized  possession  :  a  family  portrait  of  when  he  and  his  brother  were  younger,  a  jade  bead  bracelet  his  mother  used  to  wear,  recipes  his  mother  used  to  make,  &  a  box  of  unused  herbs  his  grandmother  has  gifted  him.

≡  PHYSICAL .

height  :  1.82  m

eye  color  :  dark  brown

hair  color  :  dark  brown  nearing  black

physical  strength  :  surprisingly  above  average

speed  :  a  little  above  average  thanks  to  having  to  walk  everywhere 

intelligence  :  above  average

agility  :  average

stamina  :  average

ailments  :  asthma,  imposter's  syndrome.

distinguishing  marks  :  has  lots  of  scars  from  childhood  and  cooking  accidents,  wears  contacts,  usually  misses  a  wrinkle  or  two  when  ironing  his  clothes,  constantly  wearing  his  mother’s  bracelet.

character  inspirations  :  lee  harker  (  longlegs  ),  baek  yijin  (  25  21  ),  choi  han  kyul  (  coffee  prince  ),  kid  (  monkeyman  ).

≡  PSYCHOLOGY .

MBTI  :  infj

enneagram  :  type  iv

≡  STORY .

triggers  :  parental  death,  implied  abuse.  

you were quite the handful growing up, always climbing up those trees your mother would beg you to avoid. always getting stuck and requiring your older brother to come get you or worse … the same old group of firefighters who gave you that scolding look. in school, you make friends quite easily and whether it was because you were such a social butterfly or the intimidation behind your surname, you weren’t too sure. as a child though, you never understood the gravity of things like that. money and name, that all seemed so trivial.

the more you grew, the more you took after your mother. your eyes, the pout of your mouth, and your insatiable love for cooking. your most cherished memories are in the kitchen, with your mom, face powdered with flour. imagining as though you see inside a michelin starred restaurant, hurrying to produce the most lavish meals. sneaking chocolate chips into your mouth when your mom wasn’t looking. feeding biscuits to the dog when your father wasn’t around. and thankfully, during your formative years, he was never around.

one of the last things you remember your mother telling you, nearly pleading, was to follow your heart. [ she’d grown sicker and sicker over the years, a well-kept family secret, up until the end. she dies shortly after your high school graduation. ] you’ve grown older and you understand things like money and the weight your name holds. you don’t want to be a disappointment, an embarrassment. always the creative, doe-eyed child, part of you had wanted to follow in your brother’s footsteps. so cool and collected, very business chic—practically manufactured for the corporate world. [ another part of you, still so wary and fearsome, wants to make your father proud. just once, you want to make him crack a smile. ] so, instead of using your mathematical expertise to measure flour and herbs, you use it for something more … practical, as your father had called it. it was between that or law and you didn’t have the icy quality for that world.

though you have time & time again expressed your intellect through academics, you feel as though something just isn’t breaking through to you. mathematics, theory, and science all come so easy. it’s too rigid and limiting, you realize. a part of you, a very integral part of you, is being locked away. there aren’t risks in this world to be taken, everything is very cleanly cut and sharply outlined. obtain that certificate, congratulations, and now, spend the rest of your days by a cold desk, tie hanging around your neck, and own that miserable, office job. no, that isn’t the kind of world you want to live in.

there is no worse dread that fills you knowing how easily someone ( such a figure in your life ) will toss you aside. how easily your own blood will discard you. your father immediately cuts you off at the mention of culinary school—at the idea of dropping out of law school [ which you had only gone to for him, you had been living your whole life to be like them! to live up to that oh-so glorious LEE name ]. the door hits you on the way out, straight whack! into your forehead. living in new york, with four roommates, and routinely chowing down on takeout is a stark contrast to the very comfortable, expensive life you’d been used to. but, you remember what your mother had said and how life is just too short to have your dreams stay as just dreams. if anything, you live because of her.

thankfully, your amiability and socialization do you some good in adulthood. you hear, from a friend of a friend’s friend, about this little, very 'low key' [ or so they had said ] nightclub which seems to be all the hubbub for the nepotistic, snobby socialites you once pranced around with. it’s absolutely perfect in all its glory. in a way, it’s as though you’re getting your revenge ; after rounds of interviews & some serious consideration, you’ve landed yourself a job at the joint.

≡  HEADCANONS .

been there about six ( coming onto seven ) years, still no promotion ! and has seen so many people come and go … both employees and clients alike.

think of that one employee who everyone knows. like everyone, even the person you think has to have been there the longest knows them. they’ve seen some shit, they know all the tips and tricks. they’re tired. they’re a veteran, why are they getting in a yelling match with the sous chef ?

if you’ve seen kitchen nightmares, you know those servers/waiters who are basically the backbone and the glue keeping everyone together from losing their shit? i am going to tell you right now he’s that person. god forbid if gordon ramsay ever comes to infierno jiho airing their shit out without a doubt.

despite being tired af after a long night’s shift, when he goes home, there’s nothing more thrilling than trying out a new recipe or some kind of food someone may have even mentioned to him.

if ur on a smoke break with him he’s either that coworker who doesn’t want to fw anyone or asks you the most out of pocket question like “if you had a daughter would you let them date x? yea that’s what i thought”

actually very kind and caring of people he works with even if he’s getting head to head with someone. they’ll probably settle it over drinks after work or go back to normal in two minutes.

that one fucker who don’t play about spade !!!

huge mamas boy with crazy daddy issues ( hello .. zuko here ) and crazy hopeless romantic ):

[seoulful-spotlight]

Exploring 5 Classic Korean Dramas That Captivated Hearts

Korean dramas, often referred to as K-dramas, have become a global cultural phenomenon known for their compelling storytelling, emotional depth, and charismatic performances. Let’s delve into the world of classic Korean dramas that have stood the test of time, leaving an enduring impact on viewers around the world.

1. "Winter Sonata" (2002):

"Winter Sonata" is often credited with igniting the international Hallyu wave. This classic romance drama follows the story of Kang Joon-sang and Jung Yu-jin, childhood friends whose paths diverge but fate brings them together again. Set against the backdrop of picturesque winter landscapes, the drama's emotional depth and plot twists have made it a timeless favorite.

 2. "Boys Over Flowers" (2009):

"Boys Over Flowers" is a modern classic that has become a gateway K-drama for many international viewers. This romantic drama follows the Cinderella-like story of Geum Jan-di, a strong-willed girl who enters the elite Shinhwa High School and captures the attention of the F4, a group of wealthy and influential boys. The series is known for its addictive plot, romantic tension, and memorable characters.

3. "Coffee Prince" (2007):

"Coffee Prince" (also known as The 1st Shop of Coffee Prince) is a gender-bending romantic comedy that has left an indelible mark on the K-drama landscape and broke new ground in K-drama storytelling. The story revolves around Go Eun-chan, who pretends to be a man to work at a coffee shop owned by the brooding and charismatic Choi Han-kyul. The drama explores themes of identity, friendship, and love, challenging traditional gender norms, and is celebrated for its progressive and refreshing narrative.

4. "Descendants of the Sun" (2016):

"Descendants of the Sun" stands as a monumental success, not only in South Korea but across the globe. This military romance drama follows the love story between Captain Yoo Shi-jin and Dr. Kang Mo-yeon amidst the backdrop of a fictional war-torn country. The drama's stellar cast, intense romance, and themes of sacrifice and duty propelled it to international acclaim, making it a classic for fans of the genre.

5. "Goblin" (2016-2017):

"Goblin," also known as "Guardian: The Lonely and Great God," is a fantasy romance that captivated audiences with its otherworldly premise and deeply emotional storytelling. The drama follows Kim Shin, a centuries-old goblin seeking redemption, and Ji Eun-tak, the high school girl destined to be his bride. "Goblin" is celebrated for its intricate plot, poignant themes, and stellar ensemble cast, including Gong Yoo and Kim Go-eun.

Honorable Mention: "Kill Me, Heal Me" (2015):

While not a traditional classic, "Kill Me, Heal Me" deserves an honorable mention for its unique premise and exceptional execution. The drama follows Cha Do-hyun, who struggles with dissociative identity disorder, and his journey toward healing with the help of a psychiatric resident. The outstanding performances and the exploration of mental health topics make it a standout in the K-drama landscape.

Honorable Mention: "Reply 1988" (2015 - 2016):

"Reply 1988" is part of the Reply series, each set in a different historical period. This installment, set in 1988, revolves around five families living in the same neighborhood. The drama beautifully captures the nostalgia of the '80s, portraying the joys and challenges of adolescence, family dynamics, and first love. "Reply 1988" is cherished for its heartwarming storytelling, relatable characters, and the emotional connection it fosters with viewers.

Conclusion:

These classic Korean dramas have left an unfaltering mark on the hearts of viewers, contributing to the global popularity of K-dramas. Whether exploring romance, comedy, historical elements, or a mix of genres, each of these dramas has become a timeless gem, proving that the magic of K-dramas continues to endure and captivate audiences around the world.

[teflar]

Now that I’m on the topic, there are so many loser male leads played by very charismatic men, so the loser factor isn’t in your face, but Choi Han Kyul was like a GRADE A loser. Down bad for your cousin's girlfriend?

[hagarsays]

DAMN!!! Gong Yoo like you trying to kill everyone

[mjracles]

gong yoo as choi han-kyul [최한결] in coffee prince (2007)

(source - coffee prince [1×17])

[limegreenmonkey]

[mintyrealness938]

im dying

this took 5 hours and alot of tears lol

heres the drive link if anyone wanna rewatch 😭 https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1AkboPj02sMTB8_YKKPnJ_BFnN7A_7-ZJ/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=111511401578588188772&rtpof=true&sd=true

watch/ rewatch Coffee Prince people

[bilesandthesourwolf]

I love this show so much!