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Taehoon Seong proposing to you(-ish) Headcanons~
A/N: I love him so much I have a whole Pinterest board of him and an album on my phone and he's set as my wallpaper and AND ANDDD DMSBFIANNDANDJ. Pairing: Taehoon Seong x GN!reader Themes: Fluff, fluff, I love fluff. Marriage, proposal, fluffffff Grgrgrghhh
-I have a feeling if he were to ever propose to you, instead of "Will you marry me?" He'll say "You will marry me."
-Like, bro already knows your answer anyway and wouldn't ask if he didn't think you'd agree.
-Pop the "question"? It's a demand.
-He'll be anything but romantic, but he means well. Do you really expect this nutjob to say a cheesy and heartfelt speech while clinging onto your hand while he kneels on the ground?
-If he did indeed pop the question, he'll still spare the sentiments or be completely awkward that he didn't say anything else afterwards.
-Then starts contemplating whether he should add more because you deserve better.
-But doesn't afterwards when he sees you're satisfied.
-Damn that look on your face tells him he's made the right decision.
-He'll just kiss you and do those touchy shit because physical touch is his love language anyway.
-He'll most definitely do it at the most unexpected times just to catch you off guard.
-Instead of going to romantic places or doing it on your anniversary, he'll do it when you're just chillin' or something.
-Either you just cuddling with him as he plays with your hair.
-Or playing Tekken, duh.
-Imagine him just opening the box and putting it near your face after you got mercilessly beaten up a round ago.
-If he wants to make it extra special, he'll probably propose in the dojo. XD
-Makes sure that Hansu isn't around though, otherwise it adds awkwardness.
-He will not propose when he thinks you don't want to.
-Discussed the idea of marriage at one point in your lives just so both of you would be comfortable.
-Married or not, he'll be fine with either.
-As long as you're with him in the end, that's all that matters.
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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.”
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*INHALES!!*
TAEHOON WITH A FIGHTER READER!.. please..🥺🥺 like imagine him being attracted to the reader.. because he thinks she's strong 🥺🥺.. like he'll follow her around, not exactly knowing what to do or say.. like he'll try to "challenge" her out of nowhere.. forcing her to join the dojo.. 🥺🥺.. and imagine if the reader declines because she want to prioritize her "studies"..
SORRY IF IT'S COMPLICATED 😂😂
A/N: It's not complicated at all since I actually daydreamt of this scenario so many times, all good! LMAO I MISSED HIM SO MUCH I'M CRYING (not proofread, I'll probably edit this later haha, I dunno.) For you, @geto-s-one-n-only !
Pairing: Taehoon Seong x Reader | Request had a fem reader in mind but there are no pronouns, this is gender-neutral.
Themes: you're a badass and Taehoon is whipped.
wc: 2,222 words
You were a NewTuber who gained a large following by teaching martial arts with clear instructions, impressive techniques, and a charismatic personality. Your channel has turned into a popular destination for fans of martial arts, attracting viewers globally, including the famous Hobin Yoo.
One day, Hobin himself reached out to you, intrigued by your skills and eager to collaborate. He saw the potential for a dynamic and inspiring partnership that could benefit both of your audiences. While you were excited by the opportunity, not everyone shared the same enthusiasm. Taehoon, upon hearing about the collaboration, remained indifferent. He had his own standards and wasn’t easily impressed.
However, the rest of the HYC held immense respect for your moves and teaching methods. They had seen your videos and were keen to create content with you. Hobin, recognizing the value you could bring, arranged for a one-on-one session to showcase your talents. Gyeoul attended the session and was thoroughly impressed by your techniques and teaching style.
Despite the respect from the crew, you were aware of Taehoon's dismissive attitude and decided to challenge him to a sparring match. Confident in his own abilities, Taehoon accepted, exuding his usual cocky demeanor. However, as the match progressed, it became clear that he had underestimated you. Your skill, strategy, and precision in the fight ultimately led to his defeat.
Taehoon’s loss was a humbling experience for him, and he couldn’t get you out of his mind after that.
-
It was a regular afternoon, and you had just finished recording a video on how to improve your kicks. Feeling satisfied with the session, you took a shower to freshen up, then retreated to your room for some much-needed rest. As you lay back on your bed, you decided to grab your phone and check your notifications.
To your surprise, you saw a message from someone you didn't expect: Taehoon. His message was brief and to the point:
Taehoon: wyd
You quickly responded, curious about the unexpected communication.
You: Nothing much, I just finished a vid :D
You sent the message and noticed that he had read it almost immediately. But then, there was no reply. Minutes turned into a considerable amount of time, and you found yourself left on read. It was a strange occurrence, but you shrugged it off, figuring that Taehoon might have had other things to attend to.
Just as you were about to put your phone down, it buzzed again with another message from Taehoon.
Taehoon: fight me.
I want a rematch.
-
It turned into an almost regular thing; every now and then, you'd have a sparring session in the dojang with Taehoon. These matches gradually evolved into regular hangouts, where the two of you would spend time together outside of training. One day, you both decided to grab ice cream after a particularly intense session.
"As I was saying, those cramps worsened over time since I forgot to stretch." you said, licking your ice cream as you recounted your story.
"Huh, never had to deal with that even as a beginner." Taehoon remarked with his annoying smug expression. Suddenly, his eyes darted to something behind you. "What's that?" he pointed somewhere behind you.
Instinctively, you turned to look, and in that brief moment of distraction, Taehoon leaned over and took a lick of your ice cream.
"Why you-!" you exclaimed, smacking his arm playfully.
"That's what you get for being an idiot." he retorted with a smirk.
"I'm not an idiot!" you shot back.
"Oh yeah?" Taehoon raised an eyebrow. "Your ice cream's melting and dripping down your hand right now, and you don't even notice."
You glanced down and saw that he was right—your ice cream was indeed melting and making a mess. With a frustrated sigh, you tried to salvage what you could.
"Tsk, I can't with you." you muttered, shaking your head as Taehoon chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment.
You checked your phone and saw it was getting late. "Hey, I had a lot of fun today, but I need to go and study." you said, getting ready to leave.
"I'll take you home." Taehoon offered without hesitation.
"That's sweet of you, but I can do just fine."
"I'm not asking for permission. I'm taking you home. It's dangerous at night." Taehoon insisted, his tone firm.
"I can easily beat you in a fight. What makes you think I can't go home by myself?" you challenged him. Grrr, take the hint.
"I go easy on you sometimes, y'know?" he scoffed, not willing to back down.
You groaned and turned to leave, but he followed right behind you. "You should train in our dojang sometime." he suggested as you walked.
"Well, that's not really necessary. You already know I have somewhere else to train."
There was a brief silence between you, the sound of your footsteps filling the night air, until Taehoon broke it again.
"When can we fight again?"
"Not sure," you admitted. "I'll be putting off my vids for a bit since I have exams."
"I'll help you study." he offered, surprising you with his sincerity.
"That's nice of you, but we both know you're just gonna end up distracting me." you said, shaking your head with a smile.
"Yeah, that's right." he admitted, laughing lightly.
"Yeonwoo can probably be more helpful than you," you added, trying to gently let Taehoon down while keeping the conversation light.
"You're comparing me to a nerd? Tch, seriously?" Taehoon retorted, clearly annoyed by the comparison.
"A really kind, good-looking, strong nerd," you added with a smirk, knowing this would get under his skin.
"Tsk. Whatever." he muttered, but you could tell he was slightly flustered.
You seized the opportunity to tease him further. "Aww, are you jealous?"
"You're getting way ahead of yourself, idiot."
"I'm not an idiot!"
The two of you continued to bicker playfully, your voices filling the quiet night as you walked. The retorts and comebacks only fueled the banter.
As you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face Taehoon. "Well, this is me."
"Yeah, yeah." he replied, his tough exterior cracking just enough to show a hint of a smile. "Don't stay up too late studying."
"I won't," you assured him. "Thanks for walking me home."
"Whatever."
"Good night~"
"Good night."
-
Exams were nearing, and you were studying your ass off, as promised, taking some time off from your NewTube channel to focus on your exams. The pressure was intense, and you spent countless hours buried in textbooks and notes. Despite your dedication to studying, Taehoon wouldn’t leave you alone. He seemed determined to keep you company, whether you liked it or not.
You found yourself sitting on the floor, textbooks spread out around you as you racked your brain over a particularly challenging problem. You sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of the upcoming exams bearing down on you.
Just then, Taehoon leaned in, his face inches away from yours. "This has the same solution as problem 6."
"A-ah, yeah. Thanks." you stammered, trying to focus on the problem at hand while your heart raced.
The day after your exams, you received your results and were thrilled to see that you had passed with a good grade. Eager to share the news, you sought out Taehoon and showed him your grades.
"Turns out the idiot isn't an idiot at all," Taehoon commented with a smirk, clearly impressed but maintaining his usual teasing demeanor.
"Huhuhu~" you laughed triumphantly, feeling a rush of pride and relief.
"So, are you free to—" Taehoon began, but you cut him off with a grin.
"Let's train together. You, me, at the dojang."
"Alright, let's see if that brain of yours can keep up with your fists."
"You'll be eating those words soon enough."
-
As you entered the mat, you could sense the well-known surge of adrenaline. Taehoon was positioned in front of you, staring intensely into your eyes with a competitive spark.
"Ready to get your ass kicked?" he teased, his usual smirk in place.
"Hah. You wish." you shot back, a confident smile tugging at your lips.
As the minutes passed, the fight grew fiercer. You managed to land a solid kick, but Taehoon quickly recovered, countering with a series of rapid attacks.
In a swift, unexpected move, you managed to sweep Taehoon's legs out from under him. He fell to the mat, and you followed through, pinning him down. Breathing heavily, you looked down at him, a triumphant grin on your face.
"Got you." you said, breath hitching.
Taehoon, still catching his breath, looked up at you with an expression of surprise and admiration. As the adrenaline began to subside, the intensity of the moment shifted. His hand reached up, and with a gentle touch, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your eyes.
-
Look, whatever happened after that fight might have slipped your mind, but for Taehoon, it was etched in his mind 24/7. It haunted him for weeks—maybe even months, who knows? The intensity of that moment had a profound impact on him, and despite his usual demeanor, he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more.
He respected you as a fighter, admired you as a friend, but he was greedy. No matter how difficult or complicated it might seem, he wasn’t ready to let you go.
One day, as you were discussing various things, Taehoon suddenly interrupted. His tone was serious, and there was an intensity in his eyes that caught you off guard.
"Date me." he said, his words coming out with surprising bluntness.
You blinked in confusion. "Ah—Huh."
Then, it hit you, and your eyes widened in disbelief. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH?!?"
"You heard me."
"But—" you began, trying to process his unexpected confession.
"I'm not asking for your permission, I'm—" he started, but you cut him off.
"You already know my answer. You always call me an idiot. Hmph." you retorted, trying to play it cool despite the rapid fluttering of your heart.
"So it's a..." Taehoon trailed off, waiting for your response.
"A 'yes', you nutjob."
-
Being in a relationship with Taehoon didn't bring about significant changes; the main difference was the increase in intimacy.
While practicing alone, Taehoon occasionally observed you from afar, showing his admiration through his eyes. It was a fresh, more subdued method for him to display his backing and love–or like, whatever.
Still, his friends couldn't help but observe the change in Taehoon's behavior.
“Taehoon is a simp, haha.” Snapper said with a grin.
“Shut the fuck up, you're just sad you don’t have a girlfriend.” Taehoon shot back.
“Hey! That’s a little uncalled for!”
“Haha, you deserved that.” Hobin added with a chuckle.
“Seriously though, how did you pull a complete 10?” Snapper asked, genuinely curious.
“Simple, I’m not you." Taehoon replied with a smirk.
Hobin burst into laughter at the retort. Despite the teasing, there was a genuine sense of pride and happiness in Taehoon’s voice. His expression softened as he looked at you. Seriously though, he felt so lucky to have you. The light-hearted banter among his friends only underscored how much Taehoon valued you. It was clear that, despite his tough exterior, he was deeply appreciative of the connection you shared.
Taehoon felt incredibly fortunate to have you in his life. It wasn’t just about having a sparring partner, though that alone was something he deeply appreciated. Training with you was a thrill; the intensity and skill you brought to the mat pushed him to be better, and he enjoyed the challenges you presented.
But you were so much more than that. You were his cuddling machine. Whether it was after a grueling workout or during a quiet evening, the way you nestled against him provided a sense of peace and closeness that he cherished deeply.
You were a thoughtful listener to him as well, truly hearing him out when he talked about the latest fight tactics or shared thoughts about his day. Your capability to listen without criticism and provide considerate replies established you as a reliable confidant in every way.
On top of that, you were his favorite yapper. Your lively, animated nature kept things interesting and full of life, adding an element of fun and spontaneity to your time together.
Taehoon felt immensely lucky to see your face every day. Simply seeing your smile or witnessing the sparkle in your eyes when you were happy brought a sense of joy. All these moments, whether significant or minor, accumulated into a profound gratitude for the special and irreplaceable impact you had in his life.
He took immense pleasure in admiring your moves, both in and out of the dojang. Whether it was the precision of your kicks or the graceful way you moved, he found inspiration in every aspect of your skill. Watching you train, grow, and excel was a sign of how lucky he was to share his life with someone as talented and remarkable as you.
Taehoon felt extremely fortunate to have you as his. Every day he spent with you only reminded him of how unique and invaluable you were to him.
When you and Taehoon faced off, you couldn’t help but notice a momentary lapse in his focus. "You taking this seriously or nah?"
Taehoon glanced at you, refocusing his gaze. "Relax, babe. I was just getting started."
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I was looking around and I was wondering. What if Taehun had a loser girlfriend who's literally the complete opposite of him. Like she's wayyy nicer then him (too nice), probably a push over, and not that smart. But she's the comfort he wants ykyk I'M SORRY I'M THAT LOSER GF I JS WANT A MAN LIKE TAEHOON
Dummy!
A/N: worry not, anon. I'm that loser GF too. 😭 This'll be shorter than my usual, forgive me. I loved writing this so much though. 🫀🥹
Pairing: Taehoon Seong x F!Reader
Themes: reader being an idiot. if you're familiar with my writing, there is always swearing.
To some, it’s baffling how one could fall for Taehoon Seong out of all people. He’s a pretty guy with captivating eyes and graceful movements, nghhh~ he's undeniably irresistible, isn't he? Every girl around him would think the same, swooning left and right due to his insane visuals -- Tsk! He's gorgeous! And you weren’t any different. In fact, you were his biggest simp.
It was a curious pairing, to say the least—Mr. Bad Boy and Miss Too-Good-For-Your-Own-Good.
Taehoon strode into the room with the kind of attitude that made people step aside. His arrogance and aggression were palpable. “Do I look like a fuckin’ bank to ya? I ain’t lending 7000, got it? Now scram before I beat the shit outta ya.”
You, on the other hand, were the epitome of kindness and generosity. “Sure! You can borrow 200,000 won from me! Just pay it as soon as you can!” Yeah, incredibly dumb too, unfortunately.
Taehoon had an uncanny ability to read people like an open book. “You think I’m stupid enough to fall for that?” He’d snap, seeing through deceptions with ease.
Meanwhile, “Always happy to help!” You remained blissfully unaware of how people took advantage of you.
Taehoon lived by his own rules, always favoring his own brand of logic. “I’m doing this my way. It’s more efficient.” he would declare, unyielding in his methods.
And then there was you, grappling with concepts that seemed beyond your grasp. “Fuck this shit, I don’t understand a thing!”
“It’s math.” He'd say, almost bemused.
“I hate it.” you’d retort, your frustration evident.
“Those are just numbers.” he would explain.
“Fuck numbers, bruh!” you’d respond, exasperated.
“USE THE THEOREMS, GOD DAMN IT!”
“WHAT THEOREMS!?!” you’d cry out in desperation.
In physical prowess, he was unmatched, while you... Uhh... “How many more laps? It’s been ages!” you’d complain during your grueling training sessions.
“It’s been 5 fucking minutes, y/n,” he’d respond, barely breaking a sweat.
You were expressive, a fucking drama queen. While he remained, well, Taehoon.
When you’d proclaim, “I love you!” your heart on your sleeve, he’d respond with a gruff, “Of course I feel the same, dummy.”
A small injury would elicit your dramatic reaction: “Ouch! That stings!” while he’d barely bat an eye and say, “Be careful next time, you dimwit.”
You might sob over a movie, your emotions spilled out loud, and he’d- “Boooo. 0 stars. Too many plot holes. ”
Sometimes, vulnerability hits you, “Ugly crying in my bed right now,” and he’d cut through the sadness with an - “Alright, who the fuck hurt you?”
Happiness flowed from you like a river when you were with him. “I’m so happy when I’m with you~” To which he’d retort, “Same-- Ugh! Will you wipe that grin off?”
When you voiced how something hurt you, he’d reply bluntly, “Sometimes we just have to suck it up.”
“Can’t you be a little more sensitive?” But he'd always try. “I’m trying to understand where you’re coming from.”
And in the wake of betrayal, you’d lament, “Aughh, I just didn’t expect her to backstab me like that, I’m so stupid!” He’d offer a rough kind of comfort, “Want me to kick her in the ass?”
But beneath all these differences—your gentleness against his toughness, your warmth melting through his cold exterior—there was balance.
There was love.
There was harmony.
If it wasn’t already clear, he needed you just as much as you needed him.
From time to time, Taehoon shows his vulnerable side. You have to remember, he's just a human being and he can't always keep up his tough guy persona.
He grapples with uncertainties, worried that without caution, he could distance himself from you and ultimately be left alone.
He carries a burden of past mistakes that weighs heavily on his shoulders. It's an injury he seldom recognizes, yet it impacts all his decisions in a subtle way.
The thought of his previous mistakes coming back to trouble him and harming his loved ones worries him deeply.
However, despite feeling clearly insecure, Taehoon, being Taehoon, decides to never address it openly.
These ideas, though, are simply possibilities. He always puts in the effort to avoid making mistakes.
You understand there’s more beneath the surface and always offer him gentle reassurance.
“Taehoon, you’re here now, and that’s what matters. I’m with you, no matter what.”
In his own way, he cherishes the balance you bring to his life.
After all, even a bad boy needs a good girl to keep him grounded.
As you look at him, with all his imperfections and flaws, you smile and say, “I love you.”
And he looks back at you with a rare, genuine smile and replies, “Yeah, I love you too, dummy.”
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A little tiger?
A/N: first fic, edited, I don't think I could balance the length to separate it into chapters, so here ya go XD Decided to write for Hoon-ie after not getting enough fics of him. I read every possible fic in existence, so now I'm joining the rabbit hole. Pairing: Taehoon Seong x !F reader (Gender Neutral, actually. But it steers more towards a female reader.) Themes: Fluff, profane language, actual fluff
i am convinced this man wears eyeliner.
There were a few things that you came to agree on with Taehoon before you moved in together, in which he took the time to hash out the nitty-gritty details that would shape your lifestyle.
First things first, cleanliness was non-negotiable. Clean up after your own mess, get rid of those stinky socks on the coffee table, and don't you dare delay washing those dirty dishes. A fair share of chores is just as important. Fuck gender roles. That shit doesn't matter to Taehoon, neither to you. You embraced a fair distribution of chores, because who needs traditional gender norms cramping your style?
Communication was key to keeping your domestic life intact. You made it a rule to give each other a heads-up before inviting anyone over. Taehoon didn't want to be caught by your dad walking out of his room after he just woke up, walking around the place while he was shirtless, and you couldn't blame him. No free fanservice for your old man, sorry.
And then, there was the ultimate deal-breaker: absolutely, ABSOLUTELY no pets allowed. Sad, but necessary. You both recognized the responsibilities and potential burden that a furry friend could bring into your peaceful (chaotic mostly, thanks to your petty bickerings) haven. So, you made the tough call to keep your space pet-free, even though it meant missing out on endless cuteness.
These seemingly straightforward house rules were the backbone of your cohabitation. You can see where this is going at, just basic house rules you'd need to abide by. Easy peasy, right?
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Dragging your exhausted self through the threshold, you fumbled with your keys, the metallic jingle filling the air as you struggled to unlock the door. With a half-hearted stretch and a lazy rub of your bleary eyes, you muttered curses under your breath. Fuck them. The sheer stupidity of your project groupmates. Ugh, seriously, could life get any more frustrating? But hey, that's fine since you have-
"You cute little shit. You're mine."
Are your ears lying to you? Is your menace of a boyfriend baby talking someone… Who's not you?!? To hear him speak so sweetly that he would never even bring himself to talk to you in the same way as he did just now. That's right, give him a piece of your mind.
Brows furrowing in frustration and jealousy, you'd speak up. You need to talk to him, he deserves a little lecture. As you walked inside your humble abode, you grumpily stomped your way to the bedroom.
"Taehoon Seong, What the f-"
Caught red-handed, Taehoon's eyes widened as he notices your enraged expression. In a panicked manner, he swiftly hurled a nearby blanket into a corner of the room, as if hoping to hide the evidence of his silly stunt. You'd rarely see such a horrified look on his usually stoic expression, Calling this pretty boy other than the stupid nicknames you give him feels so strangely threatening, almost like stepping into uncharted territory. Hello? He's "Hoon-ie", "Pretty Boy", "Sneaky Link", "Sexy Bastard"… Who the fuck is "Taehoon Seong"?
But before you could launch into a full-blown confrontation, a soft and unmistakable "Meow" reverberated through the air, breaking the awkward tension. Busted. Who would have ever thought that Taehoon, the seemingly more composed and level-headed one in the relationship, would dare to break the sacred "no pets" rule? It was unbelievable, mind-boggling, and to make matters worse, it wasn't even you who did this cheeky act. This left you momentarily stunned.
Now, off to berating your boyfriend.
"Oi, I thought we–"
"That was me."
"Didn't know that my man can meow like a harmless creature–"
"Shut the fuck up…"
An awkward silence fills the air for a moment, with you thinking about the act Taehoon pulled, while he starts contemplating whether or not he should break it. The tension was then interrupted by this "unwanted guest". Of course, the cat manages to escape from the blanket, heading its way towards you, its tiny paws padding across the floor.
You know that you can't stay mad, especially when Taehoon is being unusually soft – except that it's not being directed towards you. Your boyfriend is an immature dick of a tsundere, deal with it.
Leaning down to stroke the adorable creature that had stolen your boyfriend's heart, you couldn't help but be enthralled by its soft, velvety fur. Okay, let's admit it, the cat was undeniably cute, but that didn't mean you could suppress the pangs of jealousy that surged within you as Taehoon showered the little feline with affection.
"Why on earth didn't you give me a heads up about bringing this cute shit home? Seriously, you've broken not one, but two rules,"
You exclaimed, unable to hide your frustration.
He glanced at you, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes.
"I acted impulsively, and I'm sorry."
Is what you imagined he would say. After all, he should apologize for his thoughtless actions. But let's face it, again – your boyfriend had a knack for being a dick. Instead of the heartfelt apology you expected, all you received was a blank stare and a nonchalant shrug.
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
You exclaimed, exasperatedly. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a weary sigh. Finally, he broke his silence, bringing an end to the internal debate he seemed to be having.
"I brought it home because it reminded me of you."
And that's a good thing right? He probably brought it home since the cat was cute, like you, right?
"Where did you even get this? Did you buy it, take it from an animal shelter, take it from the streets… Or did you steal this from someone?"
Too many questions, Taehoon is NOT willing to answer them. But he does anyway because you being an interrogative bitch needs to stop.
"Took it from the streets after I-"
Taehoon began, but you interrupted him, already familiar with the story.
"Lemme guess, another round of beating assholes up?"
You asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you gave him that annoying, knowing, AUDACIOUS smirk. It turns him on a little though, not that he'd admit that.
"They were hurting it."
So, instead of mindlessly beating the shit out of random thugs just for 500 won, he had actually stepped in to protect the defenseless creature? For once, Taehoon had an actual reason for his actions – okay, maybe not once – but it caused a surprising warmth to spread through your heart. You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. It was as if he genuinely wanted to provide a safe haven for the cat, and that realization melted away any lingering resentment.
You looked at Taehoon, noticing a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he gazed at the little feline. You could've sworn he looked so determined to keep the rascal. In that moment, your heart softened at the oddity of your dear menace.
"Okay, but for real, why did the cat remind you of me?"
Ugh, seriously. Stop with the questions. It's slightly pissing Taehoon off to the extent that he'd kick your ass (only lightly though, knowing full well that it'd rile you up anyway).
"Weak and helpless like you. Especially during training. At least sometimes. Most of the time."
If you expected a better answer than that, then prepare to be dissapointed. He's Taehoon Seong after all, you brought yourself into this.
"And in bed too-"
You send a series of aggressive smacks on his ass. His comment was a little uncalled for! Oh, come on, Taehoon!
"And cute. And cute! Stop it, bitch!"
He chuckled in amusement; those little hits would do little to no damage. And once you stopped, the both of you would look at the cat with another question in mind.
"What are you gonna name it?"
"Ratface."
"Disgusting. Let's go for it."
"Bitch, I was kidding."
"Hoon-ie Junior, then?"
"That's a shitty name."
"It stemmed from yours though-"
"Exactly."
"Meow~"
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Taehoon's naming skills were straight up shitty, and it was painfully obvious considering the ridiculous names he had come up with so far. Some were unnecessarily flamboyant, meant purely for sarcastic amusement, while others were downright horrendous. But let's face it, naming a cat after a character from Tekken would be a vast improvement compared to "Ratface." It had been ten fucking minutes, and neither you nor Taehoon had managed to think of a decent name yet.
"What about 'Hwoarang'?"
"Seriously? Haha, you're terrible at this."
You couldn't help but sneer at Taehoon, teasing him mercilessly as he futilely attempted to push your face away, only for you to playfully bring it even closer, peppering his face with kisses. Deep down, he wanted to do the same to you right now, but his entire focus was fixated on finding a proper name for the cat.
"Bitch, you're no better yourself,"
He retorted with a scoff, rolling his eyes in exasperation. I mean, who in their right mind would name something as sweet as this little feline "Tabasco"?
"Pocachip."
You suggested, realizing that both you and Taehoon were nowhere near finding a suitable name.
With a defeated sigh, Taehoon gave up, flopping down on the bed with the cat resting in his lap. It seemed better to leave the poor thing unnamed than to burden it with a ridiculous moniker. Naming could wait for now.
Ugh, if you ever considered having mini Taehoons then- whoops, too early for that.
But honestly, if you couldn't even come up with a name for a cat, how on earth would you manage to name your own children? Then again, it was too early to think about starting a family, and having kids wasn't currently an option on the table.
"I'll go out and buy some things for the cat."
Leaving again? You just got home. Not on your pretty boy's watch. Before you could make a move, Taehoon swiftly grabbed your wrist, his expression turning blank as he stared at you intently.
"I already took care of that."
He stated firmly.
This man was full of surprises. It was evident that he truly wanted to take care of the cat. Seeing Taehoon in this soft and caring state was unusual but endearing. If you got to witness this side of him every day, then you had no choice but to happily play the third wheel while he tended to the little kitten.
"You're really serious about this. Hah! I always knew you were a softy deep down~"
Bitch, you're teasing him so much. Stop poking his cheeks and shit, it's making him feel all giddy. He smacked your hand away, but you could have sworn to god you saw a faint pink tint on his usually pale complexion. Damn it, his fair skin made it difficult for him to hide the blush.
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Minutes, hours then days pass by in a blur. Yet you and Taehoon are still no closer to giving the furball a decent name, not that the little stray needs one. The cat shall remain nameless for now, no big deal. Your life's still pretty much the same, at least a little.
Though there were times you felt a pang of jealousy creep over you as Taehoon would DELIBERATELY sweet talk the kitten just to get a reaction out of you. LOL! You have no idea how smug he feels whenever you pout or sulk in the corner of the room. He knows what he's doing, and once you caught on, he turned it down a little. Keyword: A little.
You thought caring for the adorable kitten while Taehoon was away for taekwondo practice would be easy-peasy-Taehoon-tease-me. But you were so wrong.
"Psspspspss kitty kitty!"
You call, desperately trying to gain the cat's affection. But to no avail. How does Taehoon make it look so effortless?
Every time you and Taehoon want some lovey-dovey time, that furry menace does everything to steal your man's attention. The lion, the witch, the audacity of this bitch. This goddamn motherfucker's gonna keep Taehoon all to itself.
"Cockblocker."
You sigh in frustration.
The furball has now wormed its way into your hearts. Yet giving it a name seems impossible. For now, the nameless stray shall remain…causing mischief and mayhem, one purr at a time.
"Hoon-ie, I have no idea how you get that little shit listen to you."
Other than Taehoon being the one to bring the cat home, is there really something else that would make the fluffball listen to him? Okay, he's intimidating, that's a plus. And it's the same reason as to why Hobin and Snapper would have to deal with his antics.
"My words are law."
"Not to me, they're not."
Taehoon chuckles. Oh, how could you be so stubborn? Accept the fact that this man will get anything he wants, no matter what sort of measures he'd take.
"I'm just better than you at everything else."
You gasped in mock offense, though deep down you knew that his statement was about 49.99% correct. But hey, at least you're better in making his heart pound of his chest. He gets all tingly and warm, ew, cringe. You make him feel so weak and you're not just better at it, you're the best.
"Huh? Wanna bet, pretty boy?!?"
Once you've started, know that you shouldn't back down. After all, you don't want to deal with Taehoon's teasing all week for such a petty argument.
"Alright, how about this - whoever can get the little shit to sit on their lap first wins."
Damn, this pretty boy loves you so much to the point he'll participate or even suggest bullshit.
"HAH! YOU'LL SEE."
You and Taehoon shoot challenging glances at each other as you call the cat, trying to lure it over with treats and toys. The furball pays you no heed and walks between the two of you, seemingly ignoring your bets and bickering.
"We really need a name for it."
And "Pocachip", "Tabasco", "Hoon-ie Jr." is not allowed. Taehoon starts to think whether or not you were hungry during thinking about those names. "Sh-"
"No."
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Hello friend! Can I request Taehoon with a reader who loves to dance? (Not professionally but they’ll do it while they’re cooking or cleaning or something like that.) And one day Taehoon hears a song that reminds him of the reader and starts to do some of their moves. No pressure! I hope you have a great one!😁
DiscorDANCE
A/N: Goodness, I love the idea. My self-shipping ass actually thought of this at some point. Sorry that this took so long! I've been pretty busy in life and I only finished reading Viral Hit today. @ryusuisloveinterest Pairing: Taehoon Seong x GN!Reader Themes: Fluff, petnames, Taehoon being a wuss
Taehoon finds it cute, really. It wasn't just that he found it cute; it was more like an electrifying sensation that coursed through his veins. Maybe it's just the way he's captivated by your movements, or perhaps it's just the way how your face lights up as you'd dance as if nobody were watching.
But honestly, the music choice could be better. Who in their right fucking mind listens to "phonk"? " It was as though someone had taken a blender to a cacophony of dissonant noises, mixed it with Snapper and Hobin’s yelling and called it music.
"Ughhhh- Make it stop."
Taehoon groans, rolling his eyes in discontentment.
"Nuh-uh. I ain't gonna."
As the pulsating bass throbs through the air, you find yourself swaying to the rhythm, your body moving confidently despite the mediocre music assaulting both of your ears. With each step, you defy the ear-bleeding tunes. Your eyes sparkle with an infectious joy as you twirl and spin, lost in a world where only your happiness matters.
The bass may be shit, but your energy soars above it, overshadowing the limitations of the melody. In your dance, there's a magic that makes Taehoon forget about the shitty song; Turning the ordinary into something extraordinary.
Fuck. You’ve got Taehoon smiling like an idiot. When he notices it, he quickly wipes it off, but it's not too late for you to catch his affectionate gaze.
”The fuck ya want?”
He scowls, only for you to return a smirk.
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Dashing around the house, frantically searching through your drawers for something to wear, you disturb a very peaceful Taehoon (a rare sight, wow) engaged in a phone call with his dad. He might have overlooked your antics if he hadn't noticed you making a beeline for the door.
“Babe, I’m off to Rumi’s for a bit. Don’t forget to give Tiger his medication!”
Peppering kisses all over his face, he lets out a resigned sigh.
”At this hour? I don’t think so. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
It's not as if Taehoon is in any position to lecture. His sleeping schedule is even more fucked up than yours. Yeah, he admits to himself that it may be hypocritical to tell you not to go out so late and possibly cause danger to yourself when he does it too. Which is why, without uttering a word, you lock eyes with him, and he relents.
”Just get back safely or call me, alright?”
And the master negotiator (without negotiating) wins again.
”Mhm, I’ll be back”
Before you leave, Taehoon kisses back (followed by a flick on the forehead, because he’s the bitchiest of all bitches). He could’ve sworn he heard Hansu chuckling through the other side of the phone. This old man can only gush about this very moment.
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Tranquility, at last. No jarring phonk music assaulting his poor fucking ears, no impromptu silly dances disrupting the peace. But amidst this newfound calm, Taehoon finds himself missing it all. (It’s only been a minute-) Now he actually doesn’t mind the music you play. He could be calling Hobin to come over, play some video games, talk to his dad again but he’s probably too embarrassed to hear his father bring up how soft he was earlier.
”Come here, you lil’ rascal. It’s time for your meds”
He calls out to your cat, who dutifully obeys, padding over to Taehoon's side.
And it wasn’t long before Taehoon finds himself listening to your carefully curated phonk playlist on Spotify. The beats pulse through his earphones, he pictures you leaping around the room, your laughter filling the space as you lose yourself in the music's infectious energy. And suddenly, the absence of your hijinks feels like a void he hadn't realized was there.
”How does Y/N go about it again? Like this?”
Taehoon mutters to himself, attempting to mimic your dance moves.
If only your cat could talk, it would regale you with TEA of Taehoon's comical attempts to imitate your silly movements. Despite his status as a taekwondo prodigy, his body just doesn't seem to move in the same fluid way as yours. It's a sight to behold, watching him stumble and flail around the room, his efforts more resembling a worm sprinkled with salt than a seasoned dancer.
He hisses, now cringing to himself and glad you aren’t around to see how shit-
With a sheepish grin, you approach the door, your keys conspicuously absent from your hand.
”Gah, how could I forget my phone out of all things?! I hope Taehoon’s asleep by now, otherwise I’d have to deal with his bickering, and- Taehoooon?”
As you reach for the handle, you're met with an unexpected sight: Taehoon, in all his clumsy glory, attempting to replicate your dance moves with a level of finesse that could only be described as the equivalent of the Hobin Yoo Company's chaos. Caught off guard by the scene unfolding before you, you can't help but burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting the reason you needed to enter the room in the first place.
”Is this what you do when I’m not around?”
And then, just when you think it couldn't get any cringier, he manages to stub his toe on the corner of the coffee table.
”FU-”
Taehoon clears his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment in your presence, a rare occurrence for someone usually so composed. But his embarrassment is momentarily overshadowed by his curiosity as to why you've returned so quickly.
"Anyway, why are you here already? Not that I don’t mind, but—"
You bashfully avert your gaze to the ground, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips.
"I forgot my phone…"
"Tsk! Do you really have to be this irresponsible sometimes?!? What could’ve happened if you didn’t get in contact with me?"
Taehoon pulls you into a tight hug, his worry palpable in the embrace. But amidst his concerns, you can't help but sense his underlying desire to distract you from the awkwardness of his recent dance attempt.
A part of you acknowledges his genuine concern, but another part recognizes this as one of his subtle ways to divert your attention from the potential blackmail material you just witnessed. Despite his attempt to shift the focus, his affectionate (but tsundere) nature somehow manages to shine through.
”Taehoon?”
”Hm?”
”Why were you-”
”We don’t talk about that.”
”But-”
”Shush, or I won’t let you go back to Rumi’s.”
”Meow~”
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rules ╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗
Masterlist
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✦Viral Hit/ How to Fight
Taehoon Seong:
☾ A little Tiger? ☾ Proposal HCs ☾ DiscorDANCE ☾ Nothing. ☾ Dummy!
✦Jujutsu Kaisen:
Ryomen Sukuna:
☾ KNOCKDOWN Series
✦Lookism:
Gun Park:
☾ Only your protector
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Me simping for admiring Taehoon
Should I use a separate blog for my bullshit or what?
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Hello to any of my followers or active readers reading this! I just want to say thank you for all the support you've shown for my fics. 😭🩷 I've read your requests and sadly, I won't be working on them any time soon. I will keep them open and when the time comes, I will upload them.
I don't really have an excuse as to why I'm putting my requests on hold, maybe I'm thinking of a series, or there's just a lot for me to handle as of now, I dunno. As mentioned, I will keep them open if you have any ideas as something I can use in case I deal with writer's block.
In case anyone hasn't noticed yet, I'm not really that good of a writer, not to mention - I'm very slow in updating my work and I still often struggle to find my style, so seeing people actually enjoy my writing gives me so much confidence. 🥹
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