#gyuvin x male reader

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ 너 말곤 전부 사라진 my world / 내 모든 시간에 오직 너만이 가득 차

little things zb1 maknae line do as your boyfriend

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), got a ton of inspo from this fic by @luvh4nji !! first reaction for zb1 :)), ricky calls reader beautiful, i am a red haired gyuv enthusiast my apologies, mentions of insecure yujin, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zb1 - crush

SHEN RICKY always gives you little gifts. 

“i got you something.” 

“ricky,” you chuckle softly as you shake your head. your lips quirk into a smile as you set your phone aside, turning to face him. “you didn’t need to.” 

“but i wanted to.” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i always want to.” 

ricky twirls the stem between his finger as he holds it out for you to admire. you softly gasp at the sight, admiring the hues of pink and white and decorating the flower petals. “it’s beautiful!” 

“here,” his touch is feather-light as he reaches up, carefully brushing stray strands of hair away from your face. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine at the feeling. “let me.” 

ricky smiles sheepishly as he delicately tucks the flower behind your ear, careful not to let any petals fall. you can faintly smell the sweetness radiating from it. you smile brightly as you tilt your head to the side to pose. “how do i look?”

stepping forwards, he cups your face between his hands. ricky leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. they feel soft against your skin - tinted a soft shade of baby pink and routinely coated in strawberry chap stick. he smiles when he pulls away, a light flush quickly spreading across his skin. “beautiful.”

KIM GYUVIN is always holding your hand. 

amidst the bustling crowd, you peek over the tops of heads and behind shoulders as you search for gyuvin throughout the crowd. wires stretch across the ceiling like vines. you only catch glimpses of muted conversations when staff members pass you by.

it only takes a small gap in the crowd before you recognize him, his red hair a sharp contrast to the black boxes behind him. “gyuvin!” 

his eyes widen. he watches you in shock for a moment before he immediately begins rushing towards you. “you’re here,” gyuvin whispers shakily. his grip tightens around your waist as he leans in, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. 

“i’m here,” you chuckle. you rub your hands against his back in an attempt to soothe him, careful not to wrinkle the thin fabric of his stage outfit. gyuvin’s hands cup your face when he pulls away, gently trailing along your jawline. a deep flush rises to his cheeks despite the thin layer of foundation covering his face. 

“there’s so much i want to show you.” gyuvin smiles brightly. his large hands envelop your own, intertwining your fingers together with ease. shivers race down your spine when his thumb casually brushes against your knuckles. he squeezes your hand once. “just follow me.” 

PARK GUNWOOK is clingy. 

the sunset casts a golden glow across the train car, illuminating the horizon in the distance. its wheels scrape against the rails, creating a quiet hum that drones on for hours. you turn to look out the window. flashes of trees and seemingly never ending hills eventually give way to acres of flat fields, filled with crops ready for harvest. 

you startle slightly when gunwook’s head falls against your shoulder; stray strands of his hair tickle against the bare skin of your neck. he all but slumps his body against yours, letting a deep sigh escape him. your bodies mold together like puzzle pieces. 

“is everything okay?” you whisper. you reach upwards to carefully push a strand of hair away from gunwook’s eyes. he leans into your touch slightly, smiling softly when you allow him to lean his cheek against your palm.

“yeah,” he mumbles in response. his voice is low and raspy. the telltale signs of sleep slip into his words. gunwook looks up at you with rosy cheeks and tired eyes full of love and admiration. it’s enough to make your heartbeat a little bit faster and butterflies swarm throughout your stomach. “just want you.” 

HAN YUJIN tells you everything. 

“yujin,” you whisper. he nervously chews on his bottom lip, anxiously staring up at the continuous spin of your ceiling fan. moonlight illuminates your bedroom, painting the walls silver. “what’s on your mind?” 

yujin curls into your side, abandoning any embarrassment in the night. his legs entangle with your own beneath your blankets. “i’ve been thinking,” he whispers, so quiet that you almost miss the words entirely beneath the hum of the air conditioner. “about performing. about the concerts.”

“are you nervous?” he nods, tucking his face into the comforter. “you’re an incredible performer. all the work you’ve done to improve is showing, even if you don’t think it is. you’ll be amazing out there - i know you’ll be. and if you need any help, i’m here. and so are the members.”

carefully, you begin to card your fingers through his hair. yujin sighs softly in response, nuzzling his head even further into your pillows. you can all but feel him relax against your touch. “how are you feeling now?” 

“better,” he says, muffled against the fabric. twisting to face you, yujin sleepily smiles up at you. “thank you.” 

you smile softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his temple. he takes a deep breath in response, finally allowing his eyes to flutter closed. “sweet dreams, jinnie.”

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[forgottenfourr]

brown sugar & hidden cafés ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

idol!gyuvin x male idol!reader

SYNOPSIS ✮ a company gave you the opportunity to finally live your dreams, but as a result, you had to leave the company you were at and your best friend. 2 years later you watch as he makes a name of his own on boys planet. the unrequited love you fought away for years coming back stronger than before.

OR!! two secretly gay kpop idols who have been madly in love with each other for years rekindle their friendship and fail to realize that their love wasn't (and still isn't) one-sided.

GENRE ✮ social media au, fluff, old friends to lovers, comedy, slight angst, sfw, pining, just silly guys being silly dudes

WARNINGS ✮ swearing, kys/kms jokes, death jokes, mental health jokes, etc.

INCLUDES ✮ all members of zerobaseone, xikers' hunter, 8turn's jaeyun, cha woongki, riize's anton, & nct's taeil

& all of boynextdoor except for jaehyun, yn face claim, as members of IONIC

PROFILES ༉‧₊˚. woongki fanclub i(c)onic zerhoes

TABLE OF CONTENTS! ༉‧₊˚.

01. beginning of ZEROBASE

02. co-hosts

03. icons & zerose!

04. missing something - written

05. emotional support

06. gyuv

07. you're a goner

08. a simple hi

09. saturday written

10. cover up

taglist is open!! ༉‧₊˚.

[xiaojunsdiary]

i want to write a gyuvin fanfic…sub top…i’ve never written sub top but i am very much into it. lmk what u guys think. i also wanna write a zhang hao fic

[lilacgyuvin]

out of my league — k. gyuvin

pairing: nerd!gyuvin x popular!gn!reader

synopsis: it’s valentine’s day! what better way to confess to your longtime crush (and the highschool’s most popular student) than with a letter shoved through their locker. just don’t let jiwoong find out.

wrd count: 6.3k (DAMN OKAY BITCH!!!)

warnings: highschool!au, slight hurt/lots of comfort, bully!jiwoong (srry someone had to do it), bullying, one km s joke, reader isn’t a bully, eunseok of riize sneak, jiwoong is really mean 😭 a little crack, funeral talk, not to be taken seriously this is fiction!!

a/n: yk i had to write smth with valentine’s day coming up!! i lobe gyuvin gyuvin pls be my valentine pls plsplspls

“I put a note in their locker.”

It probably wasn’t the best sentence starter, which Gyuvin realizes only after Taerae starts to choke on his strawberry soda mid-chug. Despite his eyes practically bulging out of his head paired with a boisterous gasp amidst hearing Gyuvin’s doings, Eunseok reaches a lending hand out to his suffocating friend’s back.

“You what?!” Eunseok screams in a hushed tone, despite being the only three occupants of the classroom. If Gyuvin didn’t think it was a stupid idea then, well, he certainly does now. He honestly wasn’t going to tell anyone at first; the embarrassment mixed with the fear of rejection almost made him drop the whole plan as a whole. However, binging 3 romance dramas back to back gave him the confidence he’d never thought he’d have otherwise if it weren’t for the male leads and their suave ways, which is what leads him to where he stands today: sending a confession letter to his longtime crush which also ended up being the cause of his friend’s premature death. Thanks, Choi Woong!

Taerae unfortunately survives his cough attack and uses his regained ability to breath properly to discourage Gyuvin’s efforts even more. “Jiwoong’s gonna kill you man.”

Yes, that’s exactly what he wanted to hear right now. He decides against answering with sarcasm and opts out to rolling his eyes as hard as he can at the mention of he-who-shall-not-be-named.

“He didn’t see me put it in,” He certainly didn’t, and Gyuvin knows this because he showed up an hour earlier than normal to slip the note in, partly to avoid Jiwoong and to also beat his inevitable numerous contenders. “Plus, they’re not even dating. They don’t like him.”

Eunseok and Taerae share a glance. They look back at Gyuvin. “Did they tell you that.”

Gyuvin’s starting to get tired of rolling his eyes. Of course they didn’t tell him that, they’re nowhere near close. While they’ve coexisted in the same space for the past four years, their friend groups are on complete opposite sides of the spectrum. They’re admired by everyone, in numerous clubs, and is practically known by the whole school. The only club Gyuvin’s a part of is the Epic Gamers Club™ held at Eunseok’s house every other day. And as far as being admired goes…

“Yo. Gyuvin.”

Oh fuck, it’s so over. Gyuvin is going to die. What’s-his-face is here and Gyuvin is going to die, all because he couldn’t confess to his crush like a normal person. How did Jiwoong even see him? It’s not like he handed the letter to them in plain sight, and there’s no way in hell Jiwoong showed up to school an hour early.

Well, none of that matters anymore. Jiwoong is now walking into the once peaceful confines of the classroom, his goons right behind him, and Gyuvin’s about to meet his end.

All he asks is that Y/n is at his funeral.

Despite coming into the classroom for Gyuvin, Jiwoong is kind enough to make time to mess around with his friends first. Wedging himself in between the three desks facing each other, Jiwoong snatches Taerae’s glasses off his face and tosses them to the floor, and at the same time shoves Eunseok’s tuna mayo kimbap out of his hands. So much for escaping the lunch room.

After watching his friends scramble for their discarded items, Jiwoong turns his back to them in favor of facing Gyuvin, his signature smirk plastered on his face.

Kim Jiwoong: The entire school’s boy crush and simultaneously Gyuvin’s worst nightmare. Going into high school, Gyuvin didn’t think he’d have problems with anyone, his plan was simple: make a decent amount of friends, stay in the honors program so he can get into his dream university, and best his all-time score in Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Oh, and get into his first relationship (since the girl he ‘dated’ in the second grade didn’t count, according to Taerae).

He guesses he strived too hard at the second thing though, as in their freshman year Jiwoong was left at second place in their classes overall academic ranking, and Jiwoong was never second.

Ever since then, Jiwoong has tried everything to sabotage Gyuvin’s grades, which ended in failure each time. So, he just stuck to messing with him. Now Gyuvin wouldn’t really mind if he had got reprimanded for his actions, but he gets away with it— every time. Sneaking slaps upside his head when passing him through the halls, pushing and tripping him during gym, and ‘accidentally’ spilling his drink onto his uniform (which is what initiated classroom lunches amongst him and his friends in the first place): he got away with it all, for four damn years. All because of that facade he puts up in front of everyone. With his perfect grades combined with his charm, he’s adored by students and faculty alike— all but the few who were unfortunate enough to be victims of his ridiculing, Gyuvin included.

The devil himself opens his mouth once again. “I haven’t seen you in a while, you hiding from me?” His smirk forms into a smile, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes, and it holds the same sinister tone as his previous expression did.

Gyuvin looks up at him, disdain hidden behind the neutral shield he’s learned to master in favor of avoiding a swift blow to the face (not that it ever stopped Jiwoong from landing one, anyway). “No.”

At that, Jiwoong’s smile drops, his eyebrows furrow in fake confusion and he starts to look around the empty room. “But… you’re having lunch. In an empty classroom. When there’s a perfectly good cafeteria waiting for you downstairs.” Jiwoong’s friends snicker by the door as he leans down to be eye level with Gyuvin. “Don’t you find that rude, Gyuvin? The staff make sure the cafe is cleaned spotless for scum like you to eat, and you’re eating in the classroom?”

Literally what the fuck is he even talking about. It isn’t uncommon for students to eat in the classrooms, and he knows this because Jiwoong’s literally done it before. It’s in that moment that he realizes Jiwoong just came in here to mess with him, which means he doesn’t know about the letter which means that he won’t die today. Looks like he’ll live to see another day after all!

His newfound happiness isn’t long lived, as in the span of one second, Gyuvin blinks and his food is nothing but a pile of solids and liquids on the classroom’s floor.

Jiwoong gives him a mean snare, despite the fact that all of Gyuvin’s attention is to his now germ-infested food. “And now look, you made a mess.”

Gyuvin can barely hear him and his friends laughing with the way his ears are ringing— no, practically blaring throughout his head. His bulgogi over rice is on the floor. His fucking bulgogi over rice, the last of its kind (as his mom let him have the last of the leftovers), is now nothing but a concoction of soggy meat and rice sautaed with his strawberry milk.

Usually, Gyuvin would be the bigger person and walk away; he’d shut his mouth, clean up the mess, and go about his day. But for some reason, he doesn’t feel like being the mature one today. Maybe it’s the never ending grating laughter coming from his friends, maybe it’s because he’s tired of Jiwoong pushing him around, or maybe it’s just because his mom’s bulgogi is the best bulgogi, and now he can’t have any, all because Kim Jiwoong was bored.

Without a second thought, Gyuvin rises from his chair, lifting his arms to push at the chest of an unexpecting Jiwoong, who stumbles onto the desks of Gyuvin’s friends behind him (he’ll apologize to them for that later). Jiwoong unfortunately finds his footing rather quickly, and doesn’t waste a second as he roughly grabs Gyuvin by the collar, dragging him to the nearest wall and slams him against it. “You fucking crazy? Huh?!”

Those dramas must be really getting to me, Gyuvin thinks. It becomes obvious when he doesn’t shut his mouth after Jiwoong’s question. “Fuck you, Jiwoong.”

He doesn’t even mean to spit in his face, but it happens when he speaks, and he can feel his past self crying tears of joy. He’s been wanting to do this for four years. Maybe the bulgogi sacrificed itself for this very moment. Thanks, Bulgogi. I’ll never forget you.

Jiwoong dryly laughs, lolling his head to the side like the psycho he is. “Yeah, you’ve clearly lost your mind. I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

Okay, remember when Gyuvin thought he was free from begging murdered and would live to see another day? He’s starting to think he spoke too soon.

It’s like things are moving in slow motion; Jiwoong releasing a hand on his collar in favor of making a fist angled straight at Gyuvin’s nose, his friends standing from their seats in dreadful anticipation, and the swift breeze that comes from the door being swung open.

“Leave him alone, Jiwoong.”

Ah, his guardian angel.

In less than a millisecond, Jiwoong’s vice grip on Gyuvin’s collar is released, and the fist ready to knock him out is lowered to his side. A deep sigh escapes his throat before he turns to the agitated student. “Go back downstairs, Y/n. This is nothing.”

Gyuvin almost laughs wholeheartedly at Jiwoong’s weak attempt to redirect them. As if he could get them to do anything he said.

Y/n cooks their head to the side, which in Gyuvin’s book is a telltale sign that they’re about to read the fuck out of Jiwoong. “Yeah, it was nothing, until you decided to come in here and bother them for literally no reason. Do you seriously have nothing else better to do?”

Gyuvin can feel an amused smile crawling onto his face as he watches Jiwoong scramble to find an excuse. Seeing Jiwoong try his hardest not to physically deflate in front of his friends would never get old.

And neither would his good-boy facade, apparently! Despite being caught in the act by Y/n for the millionth time, Jiwoong still attempts to save face by pulling out the puppy eyes plucked from the deepest pits of Hell, paired with the fakest apologetic look Gyuvin’s ever witnessed, and turns to be face to face with Y/n, caressing their arm in what he thinks is a comforting gesture. “Come on, don’t be like that. What, you want me to apologize?”

“Yes.”

Like he’s just heard he’s due to get castrated tomorrow morning, his hand’s cease the petting motion and Jiwoong does a double take. “You serious?” He looks into their eyes for any signs of humor behind them (which is stupid for issuing an apology, Gyuvin thinks), and when he doesn’t find any, he drops the act faster than Gyuvin can say ‘COD sucks’ and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out the loudest groan known to man. “Oh my- fine.” Jiwoong looks to his right, locking eyes with him, “Sorry for knocking over your piece of shit lunch, Gyuvin.”

Piece of— his mom’s bulgogi?! Of course Jiwoong wouldn’t know the significance the lunch held for Gyuvin, but he wouldn’t care anyway, so Gyuvin breaks eye contact and rolls his eyes as far into his head as humanly possible.

Gyuvin, now making his way to his book bag to retrieve napkins for his late lunch on the floor, can’t see the look of disbelief on Jiwoong’s face, but he sure can hear it. “What, you’re not gonna accept my apology?”

Gyuvin doesn’t stop fetching for the tissues even when he hears Jiwoong’s footsteps approaching him, and neither does he stop when they come to a halt. “He doesn’t have to do anything,” When he finally retrieves the napkins, Y/n is at his side on the floor, grabbing the empty plastic bag on his desk. “Now if you aren’t going to help clean up, then leave.”

Jiwoong furrows his eyebrows. “You don’t need to help them, Y/n.”

“I also don’t have to meet with you at the cafe after school.”

Oh, Gyuvin knows that one hurt. Everyone knows Jiwoong’s been dying to ask Y/n out for a while now (mostly because he’d never shut up about it), and boy was Gyuvin right. He stumbles over his words as he raises his arms before dropping them. “Come on, Y/n. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Despite the obvious hurt in his voice, they don’t even spare him a glance, focusing on the mess in front of them. “..So? We’re not dating, take Minjeong or something.”

A beat of silence passes, and he thinks Jiwoong died of embarrassment until a scoff erupts from his throat. Okay, there was no way Gyuvin would miss out on seeing Jiwoong’s face after getting rejected before he could even confess, so he raises his head and fully suspects Jiwoong to be sulking or something. He was so wrong. When Gyuvin looks up, Jiwoong is staring right at him, his eyes holding nothing but disdain and revulsion. Wow, Gyuvin thinks, if this is how he reacts to them just simply helping me, what’s he gonna do when they accept (which they hopefully will) my confession? He’d rather not think about that right now actually, and he doesn’t have to any longer, as Jiwoong turns on his heels and makes his way out of the classroom, his goons behind him, but not before mumbling a parting gift for Gyuvin. “Fuckin’ freak.”

So original. Anyway, Gyuvin’s just glad he doesn’t have to deal with him for the rest of the lunch period. His friend’s are quick to his side, and he reassures them that he’s fine. “I’ll go get more napkins.” Eunseok nods and rises from the floor, and is halfway through the door before he stops when he realizes Taerae isn’t behind him.

He cranes his head to the side, and from the corner of his eye he can see Taerae still at Gyuvin’s side. Unbelievable. “Um, Taerae.” He raises his head to his friend standing, and doesn’t get the hint until Eunseok is nudging his head towards the hallway in a ‘get-the-fuck-out’ sorta way.

He looks between Gyuvin and Y/n before his whole body straightens, finally getting up from his crouching position. “Oh! Um, yeah. I’m going to get napkins too.” While Taerae walks towards his other friend, Gyuvin raises his head, and Eunseok gives him a thumbs up in support. It’s in that moment that Gyuvin decides pizza’s gonna be on him at tonight’s Epic Gamers Club™ meeting.

A beat of silence passes, only the sounds of his poor lunch being scooped up into the bag are heard, until Gyuvin musters the courage to start the conversation.

“Thanks for helping me.” He doesn’t have to stop his task to know that they’re smiling. “Of course, I’m sorry about him.” They say in a remorseful tone.

Gyuvin hates the way they apologize on Jiwoong’s behalf, but at the same time he can’t help the way their kindness makes him feel all warm and gooey inside— They're just too good for this world. “You don’t have to apologize for him. You’re not his babysitter.”

His last comment seems to make Y/n laugh. ‘Huh, I’m just funny like that, I guess’ (It’s what he’s thinking, but his friends would agree to disagree.) “It sometimes feels that way.”

Gyuvin hesitates to ask his next question; they’re not exactly close, but he’s been feeling all sorts of confident recently, so he does anyway. “Why do you hang out with him? With them?” ‘Them’ being the rest of Jiwoong’s posee who think they’re hot shit; being all types of mean to other students just because of their looks or their parents’ social statuses. Gyuvin doesn’t think he hates anything more than a snobby rich asshole, which is what induced Gyuvin’s question in the first place, because Y/n isn’t a snobby rich asshole, yet they hang out with a group of them. It’s a question he’s been dying to ask for years now, and all it took was for Jiwoong to fuck up his lunch. Gyuvin almost mentally thanks him, but he barfs in his mouth a bit just thinking about it.

A few seconds pass, and it seems like they’re trying to find an answer to the question themselves. A nervous sigh passes through their lips as they wipe at the strawberry milk staining the floor. “Well, I guess I just fell into it? The friend group, I mean. When I first transferred, I thought they were really nice. At least they treated me that way. I don’t know why.”

‘Because you’re smart and all types of talented and you’re fucking gorgeous’ and a thousand other things is what Gyuvin wants to say, but he keeps his thoughts to himself and lets them continue. “But yeah, they’d always push me to hang out with them, and I guess by the time I realized who they truly were, everyone had already established their friends groups.” At this point is where they ran out of napkins and there was still a bit of the mess left over, so the two sit across from each other, leaning on the legs of the desks behind them. Despite loving the alone time they’re getting, Gyuvin hopes Eunseok and Taerae come back with more tissue soon, or else he’d have to explain the mess to his teacher, thus taking the fall for Jiwoong once again. His sulking that came from just thinking about the possibility is interrupted when Y/n speaks again, in a more hushed tone this time. “I guess I’m just scared of being alone.”

Woah, Gyuvin’s never thought of it that way. Having no friends was a valid fear, hell, Gyuvin felt that way before he met his. He can’t imagine how it would affect Y/n. The school’s most popular student: a loner— they’d never hear the end of it.

He hates that they feel like they need to hang out with pieces of shit to avoid being lonely, when that isn’t the truth at all. As delusional as it may sound, Gyuvin is right here. Who cares if they don’t have similar interests? They can introduce each other to all their different hyper fixations and special interests. And so what if they’re from seemingly different worlds? Gyuvin would swim across all the oceans and walk over thousands of miles if it meant getting to be with Y/n. Every time they’re paired to work on an assignment together, whenever they congratulate him on yet another academic achievement, when Y/n spots him in the hallway and stops to talk to Gyuvin and only Gyuvin. It never gets old, his heart beating a million times over with how kind and effortlessly funny and drop dead gorgeous they are. Fuck, he thinks, I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if they reject me.

Gyuvin never wants them to feel alone, he needs to let them know that such a thing can never happen. He can tell his silence goes on longer than expected with the way they start to nervously fiddle with the edges of their uniform sleeves. He says it before he can think about it for another second. “You don’t have to be alone. I-I know we’re not close, but you can talk to me.”

With the speed in which their head lifts from their fixed view on the ground, Gyuvin doesn’t know if he’s successfully swooned them or if he effectively fucked up his chances at being anything to them. He needs to save face, so he raises his hands in defense, his eyes widening in pure fear. “O-only if you want to! Like. Just in case you felt like it or whatever.” Yeah, it totally wouldn’t put me into anaphylactic shock if you were to seek me out in any way shape or form!

Gyuvin lowers his hands, leans back on the legs of the desk, and watches as Y/n’s expression transforms from one of shock, to pure adoration. Their eyes soften in a way Gyuvin’s never seen before, and if he were to look a little closer, he swears there are tears swimming at the brim of them, threatening to fall.

‘FuckifImadeY/ncryI’mgonnaenditall’ is the one thought running through Gyuvin’s head as he waits for a response. He isn’t joking either— he’s sorry to his loved ones and all that, and he supposes the Epic Gamer Club™ would have to go on an indefinite hiatus with the emotional trauma it’d leave on his friends. He wonders if his dog would be brought to his funeral?

Turns out he won’t have to plan out his funeral arrangements after all, that becomes clear when a warm smile meets their eyes, and the tears dwindle to a glassy thin layer over their eyes. “I’d love to. Thank you, Gyuvin.”

Oh Gyuvin thinks his heart just exploded, but like, in a good way. A love explosion, if you will. He doesn’t waste a beat before he’s sporting a smile of his own, sitting straighter than before. “Anytime.”

His friends aren’t back, the period isn’t over yet, and he doesn’t want to stop the conversation there. So, he talks about the thing that’s been plaguing his mind for the past week. “I saw your locker. You got a lot of letters.”

Y/n laughs bashfully at the mention of the hundreds- no, thousands of letters they received today. When they arrived at school, they opened their locker and was bombarded with a sea of pink and red cards that practically drowned them, and by the time second period rolled around, their desk was stuffed to the brim with even more advances in the form of candies and cute plushies. “Yeah, I haven’t even gotten to a single one yet! I’ll do it before school ends, though. I’m glad people like me enough to get me things.”

They’ve got to be kidding. The spring semester of freshman year was absolutely rocked by the wave that was Y/n’s arrival. Despite coming from a normal, middle class family, they were quick to rise in popularity. At first, it had just been their beauty that seemed to draw everyone in, but as soon as they were able to showcase their physical and academic skill, along with their endless heaps of kindness, they became more than just a pretty face, and the whole student body can testify to that. Unfortunately, by the 4th day into the new semester Jiwoong and his loser-ass friends had already sunk their claws into Y/n and scooped them up before any other group could. But yeah, anyone who doesn’t love Y/n is crazy and is probably most definitely going to hell.

‘I hope you read mine.’ It’s at the tip of his tongue, he’s straightening his posture to sit taller and ask them with his whole chest, and—

“More napkins!” is the opener Taerae decides to go with as he and Eunseok barge into the confines of the classroom. “Uhh sorry we took so long, we were arguing about…” he turns to Eunseok who just shrugs his shoulders before turning back to the two. “.. who the strongest avenger is.”

Gyuvin wants to roll his eyes, partly because they couldn’t have come up with a lamer excuse even if they tried, they unknowingly sabotaged his unplanned confession, and cause the strongest avenger is obviously Scarlet Witch.

He decides against it, rather locking eyes with Y/n who he finds is already staring at him, and they exchange equally bashful smiles. Gyuvin isn’t mad at his friends, not when they invade his and Y/n’s space to help clean the last of the mess, and not when they use the rest of the lunch period to bombard them with questions like, ‘have you read kimetsu no yaiba?’ and ‘where would you go if a zombie apocalypse broke out?’ (they answered with staying in Seoul, which prompted Taerae to blatantly tell them they’re going to die, which in turn earned himself a slap from Gyuvin).

He isn’t mad because he still has a chance: today, at 3:00 in room 124 after school like his letter specified. He hopes, some way, that through the piles of letters and candies and plushies and whatever the hell else, they somehow recognize Gyuvin’s from the crowd, and pick him.

It’s time.

It’s time, and Gyuvin’s got it all figured out: Although school’s ended 45 minutes ago, he knows Y/n is part of the cooking club, so he isn’t keeping them behind or anything. He used that time to run to the flower shop a few minutes away and get them their favorites along with a stuffed animal. The classroom he initiated the meeting place in was one that was barely used by students, let alone teachers, so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Oh! And it’s on the first floor, so if Jiwoong happened to find out about his advances and decided to sabotage him with his friends, then he could jump out the window without sustaining any injuries.

Gyuvin’s got it all figured out, so why’s he practically shitting bricks right now?

There are a lot of reasons really— the main one being the fear of rejection which he’s afraid he’ll never be able to live down which will lead to him maybe most certainly doing something drastic.

But it’s 2:58, two minutes before Gyuvin’s letter says for them to meet, and he has to pull himself together. He decides pacing around the room a billion times isn’t gonna do the trick, so he opts out to sitting on the teacher’s desk instead, setting the flowers and plushie behind him. He pulls out his phone and at the same time receives a text from Eunseok.

eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>: let us know how it goes 🫡 also please don’t die today

eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>: taerae brought danganronpa and you know how he likes to voice the lines aloud. you’re nagito we need you

Along with Taerae’s ridiculous gaming antics, Gyuvin finds it amusing how Eunseok also thought about the possibility of Jiwoong finding him out, and it makes him laugh, somewhat calming his nerves down. It’s comforting to know that if this confession doesn’t end up going well, he’ll at least have his friends to fall back on.

“What’s so funny?”

The sudden voice echoes through the empty classroom and Gyuvin almost lauches his phone through the ceiling with the way he jumps.

His heart drops a million times over and he nearly passes out, but he doesn’t, as an angel was sent before him. The angel, if you will.

Standing by the now closed door was Y/n, the sun cascading over their skin to only amplify the seemingly everlasting glow on their face. The same tender smile that they gave Gyuvin a few hours earlier was back, and he looks down and—

They’re holding his letter.

Out of the swarm of all the pinks and reds, through the heart-shaped candies and the softest plushies, none of them are in sight but Gyuvin’s. Gyuvin’s, with the stupid Evangelion washi tape on the side preventing the envelope from falling open after he accidentally ripped it, the one with animal crossing stickers plastered every which way because Y/n mentioned the game once, the one with emoticons drawn on by Gyuvin himself in hopes of standing out in the sea of letters: it was in the grasp of Y/n’s hands, fiddling with the edges as they approach Gyuvin in what to him feels like slow motion.

He honestly feels like he could cry. Oh shit, is he crying? Gyuvin sets his phone down to raise a hand to his cheek, which is thankfully dry, but the action brings him back to reality and he realizes that he’s been staring for longer than normal, so he manages to use the little breath he has left to muster what he can.

“You came.” It’s not much, but it’s the best he can do, and way better than just staring at them in pure silence.

“Of course I did.” They say it like it’s the most obvious thing ever, which only serves to throw Gyuvin off even more.

“But- what about everyone else?” What he really wants to say is ‘why me?’ Throughout the day he’d pass by their locker, their desks, even Y/n themselves; everyone seeking them out were more than worthy candidates. Whether it were their looks, their popularity, or the fact that they were confident enough to confess straight to their face— all of them were more worthy than Gyuvin could ever be. So why were they here, at 3:00 pm in room 124 like the letter read?

They shrug, a knowing smile plastered on their face. “You said you wanted to talk?”

“Oh! Right. Yeah.” He opens his mouth, breathing in a handful of air before speaking again, “...I forgot what I was gonna say.”

It wasn’t a total lie! He was caught completely off guard, it was kinda expected to forget the speech he’s been practicing for weeks now. It doesn’t seem to phase Y/n though, for they simply shrug again, and begin to remove the letter from the envelope in their hand. “That’s okay. Maybe if we read your letter it’ll jog your memory.”

‘Dear Y/n,

I know we aren’t close, but you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before. Please meet me in room 124 @ 3:00pm today, so that I can express my feelings in full.

— Kim Gyuvin’

It sounded like poetry when Gyuvin read it in his head, aloud in his room, and then to his mom for a second voice of opinion (she said he was better than Shakespeare, which went straight to his head). But now Gyuvin isn’t too sure how that made the final cut, he cringes a million times over when they read it out loud.

He scratches the back of his head and tries to hide his mortification as much as possible. “Sorry, I know that’s pretty vague..”

“It’s okay! You can say whatever’s on your mind, I’m all ears.”

Holy shit, this was really happening. He doesn’t know why, but he wasn’t expecting to get this far. Maybe he thought Y/n was too good for him, and he really did think about the possibility of Jiwoong finding him out, but none of that matters anymore— not when his dream come true is standing right in front of him, when they could be doing anything else right now and they decided to be with him. The fact that they’re even giving him the time of day is enough to fuel him with more confidence than those romance dramas ever could.

He stands up from the desk, and takes a deep breath. “I really like you Y/n, I have for a while now. You’re smart and funny and really pretty, and you’re always nice to me. I know we don’t like all of the same things, but that doesn’t bother me. I want to learn more about you, I want to learn everything about you. I hope you feel the same way, and if not, I understand. I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we graduated without letting you know how I feel.” Without turning around, he reaches for the flowers and stuffed animal, trying his best to steady the nervous look creeping onto his face as he holds the items out between the two of them. “Please be my valentine! And then something more. If you wanted to.”

Gyuvin’s rant has finally come to an end, and he doesn’t realize they’re tearing up until he’s holding the items up for them to take.

Oh my God he’s seriously made Y/n cry, he’s got to end it now. It’s what he’s thinking until his personal space is being invaded by the warmth of the bone crushing hug Y/n has them in before Gyuvin can even apologize.

Despite their face being shoved into his chest, tears wetting his uniform vest, they still manage to muster a coherent response. “I’m glad you told me before graduation. Of course I’ll be your valentine.”

Wait, what? Gyuvin stiffens in their hold when he both realizes that he hadn’t returned their hug and that they said yes?! “Oh my God really? Wait. I’m sorry, I know this is what I like, wanted, but can I ask why?” their hold on Gyuvin releases a bit as he continues, “Is this just you being nice? Cause if so—”

In the span of two seconds, their warmth is gone, and Gyuvin can’t even sulk the lost feeling before he’s being punched in the arm. “Ow!”

Their tear stained face holds a look of offense, like Gyuvin just wronged their entire lineage. “You think I’m crying just to be nice?” Oh, he thinks, thats a good point. “I like you too, dummy. You’re really smart, and you never stoop to people like Jiwoong’s level whenever they bother you. Also, you get really cute when talking about your dog or those games you like.”

They actually listened to his stupid rants? How could he not blush at that? It spreads from his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears, and fails to go unnoticed by Y/n. “And when you blush. You’re just a big cutie.”

Oh Gyuvin’s having one of those love explosions again, but like, a million times worse. This can’t possibly be good for his health. In a poor attempt to hide his bashfulness, Gyuvin brings his hands up to cover his face, his words muffled by the makeshift shield. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this is happening.”

And apparently Gyuvin’s suffering is funny? Because now they’re laughing, coming closer and raising their own hands to grab at Gyuvin’s wrists, successfully pulling them away from his face. “Don’t be shy now! You’ve come so far.”

They’re right, he has come so far. So why cower away now? He’s quite literally got them in the palm of his hands (or vise versa, he should say), and he’ll be damned if he lets them slip away now. With their hands now holding his wrists at their sides, Gyuvin doesn’t have half the mind to think before he’s leaning in, landing a feather-light peck to their lips. ‘Oh fuck, am I doing this right?’ It isn’t until now that Gyuvin remembers he’s never actually kissed anyone before, and panic follows quickly as he pulls away, their faces still mere inches away. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t really know what I’m—”

Their lips are suddenly on each other again, but it’s Y/n who initiates the kiss, and it's beyond better than Gyuvin’s. It’s light and refreshing, like how Gyuvin feels whenever they’re around. Their lips are as soft as their hands in his grip, and he can feel them smiling against his as they continue. He never wants to let go of this moment.

He ends up not minding when it does end though, for when they both pull away, Y/n finally lets his wrists go in favor of holding his face in their hands, which has Gyuvin practically melting into their touch. “If you apologize one more time, I’m going to punch you again.” They smile, despite having just threatened him.

Gyuvin doesn’t mind, though. They could hit him with the force of a hundred meteors, and he’d still forgive them. So he just smiles, basking in the warmth of their hands. “So, what’d you wanna do now?”

Y/n ponders for a moment, and perks up not long after. “Wanna go grab food?”

Oh, Gyuvin could cry. Y/n came straight from the cooking club, where they make full course meals that they get to eat at the end, so there was no reason for Y/n to be hungry. Yet Gyuvin’s lunch was ruined by what’s-his-face, and there was no way he wasn’t starving by now, and they remembered that.

He doesn’t wanna ruin the mood with his crocodile tears, so he sucks up his tears as much as he can, and smiles fondly instead. “Sounds perfect.”

Gyuvin’s still in a minor state of shock when they walk out of the school's doors. The person who he’s been pining over for the past four years likes him back, and they’re going on a date. Is this a date? He doesn’t want to ask, rather basking in the sun from both the sky and the one right next to him. He’s kind of worried that Jiwoong is gonna find out, but he can’t find it in himself to care all that much when his valentine is holding his hand as they make their way to the train station.

He takes note of their warning from earlier, but he has to ask. “Are you okay? Sorry for making you cry.”

Gyuvin’s ready to take a punch, but he’s lightly shoved instead, making the both of them lose their footing a bit before walking in tandem again. “It’s okay. And yeah, you’re just really sweet.” They turn to him and smile, squeezing his hand lightly. “Okay, let’s learn more about each other starting now. What kind of ramen do you like?”

“Wanna check out the new spot downtown and find out?”

Gojo’s boy toys (◕ε◕*)

3:40 pm

You: bros.

eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : bro??

taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : was that a good bros or a bad bros

You: we kissed

You: we’re going out for ramen now

taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : ?$/;&/??@

taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : BROOOOOO

eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : omg i’m crying

eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : gyuvin im crying

taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : he is crying gyuvin

taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : we’re so happy for you bro.

You: thanks guys 😄

i’ll still be home in time to play so

just sit tight

taetae ˶^•ﻌ•^˵ : tell y/n i say sorry for saying they have zero survival instinct!!!

eunseokie <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)> : AND FUCK YOU JIWOONG

a/n: in no way am i implying that doing things like reading manga or playing smash bros is weird, i just took things that’ve gotten me called a nerd 😭😭 also being a nerd isn’t bad i love my nerds 🫡 stream beautiful monster stan p1h get get get get a guitar bai

[atzhrts]

Gyuvin headcannons nsfw?

share your thoughts if you have any and feel comfortable (you don’t have to ofc!!) here are mine

this is kinda bad sorry :/ also english is not my first language and i have a feeling that today is kind of a bad english day for me lmao

content: i tried keep it mostly gender neutral (lmk how it needs to be to be improved pls), 1 prompt involves reader having boobs, 2 involve reader having a dick, reader gets degraded (whore, slut, bitch)

he’s big, í´´m talking massive. im talking he needs to prep you every time before you can every attempt taking him all the way

so each time éssentially starts with his face or his fingers between your legs, his tongue lapping over your hole before he gently pushes his first finger in#

curling it upwards making sure to hit all the good spots before adding another one - wanting to minimize your pain as much as possible

big on praising during that time

“your´re doing so great for me little one”. “just a little more my angel” “be good for me and relax ok?” “let me open up that pretty tiny hole”

will go absolutely crazy if he can see his dick leaving a bulge in your tummy, placing his hand over it as he fucks you stupid

will quite literally fuck you stupid. he will make sure you cum at leat twice before he even thinks about cumming himself

very into size differences between you two if there is one btw

no matter how sweet he is during foreplay his words are absolutely nasty once he’s inside you, calling you all names imaginable

“you love this big dick so much huh?” “such a whore for my cock” “it´s not even all the way in and you’re already moaning like a bitch”

holds your hands while fucking you, no matter what position he will always try to hold your hand somehow

extremely obsessed with marking you

he is very possessive overall

would go crazy if you play into that fantasy by for calling yourself his

“that’s right you’re mine” “my little whore” “only mine”

whines and whimpers a lout

not necessarily sexual but i feel like he would love sucking on your nipples

fem reader: loves to have you ride him and goes absolutely crazy seeing your boobs jiggle and burry his face in them

male reader: gyuvin sucks dick like a champ you can’t change my mind, so pretty on his knees as he takes your cock all the way down his throat while his hand gently toy with your balls. lips red, face sweaty, moaning around your length as you tug on his hair. big on teasing - lapping up all the precum, pressing kisses to your thighs, lazily jerking you off because he knows it drives you crazy. needs and want to be put into his place every now then

male reader: loves frotting - he honestly couldn’t tell you what he loves so much about it but something bout feeling your dick against his (maybe comparing sizes is that’s something you’re into) just drives him crazy

[indiweb]

제로 、 𝐓𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒.

secret relationships ⋆ mattparkz ++ shimongz

꒰ ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ྀི 𝑡𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 your lover with a bit of dominance. ── est relationship. fluff. comedy. / hc / © 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. ᐢ..ᐢ

dreypunte. cross fic with both a fem & masc reader for me n bestie’s ( @seokstrz ) bias’ in zb1 >///< !!!

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝜗ϱ

⭑ gunwook

" if you wanted a kiss , you could’ve just asked. "

gunwook would embrace the gesture, pushing the depth of the once prodding gesture you ensured upon his lips. his large hands traveling dangerously low on your back with the skim of his pinkies rimming the brisk edge of your jean’s waist band. your body would be suffocated by his engulfed demeanor, the once firm grasp you contained over his collar utterly shattering into bits the moment he looped his pinkies through the side belt loops. "you’re cute when you try," his husked toned always had you in shambles, the parallel of his plump lips consuming your own only adding oil to the brewing fire that burnt every crisp edge of your being entirely.

⭒ ricky

" let me just get one more , please , pretty , just one. "

ricky would definitely be caught off guard by just a teeny tiny ounce. the moment he felt your hands grip the seams of his polo, he widened his eyes like a surprised cat, melting into your simply touch of lips colliding against one another. however, he’d also take the initiative of playing into your admiration for him begging, asking for more and more each time you tried to pull away from the initial teasing act. he’d corner you along the wall with hands pressed deeply into the material on either side of your head, noses briskly grazing every time he leaned down for more. "one more .. more .. c’mon, baby," he breath out through heavy gapes, the oxygen being sucked completely from the both of you.

﹒◜◡◝﹒

⭑ woohyun

" took ya this long , ⠀⠀ huh , pretty boy. "

wonhyun saw it coming the moment you asked to “fluff his collar”. it was an adorable attempt, he’d give you that. but when push came to shove, he sure did enjoy your pouty remarks that tainted his lips with every sweet motion he glided against your flesh. your hands remained on his collar, his own overlapping and thumb pads tracing small circles along the skin of your pinky’s knuckle. his chuckles taunted your mind, words being slurred into the shared affection and being drowned beneath the embarrassment that surged your bloodstream. "s’okay, princess, was a cute attempt," his abrupt yet raging sincerity had your legs puddling into nothing but jello as your cheeks caught fire faster than a deserted match. he always knew how to press all the right buttons, it’s why you loved him.

⭒ gyuvin

" gosh you’re such a , ⠀⠀ damn cutie like this. "

gyuvin was quite oblivious to the tender act, not catching on until you had already concealed his lips under your touch. his mind drew a blank with nothing but the thought of how your sweet aroma was clogging all of his senses, his entire being revolving around you and only you in that very moment. he’d snake his gentle fingertips around your waist with the intention of pulling you closer, chuckled vibrations rumbling along his chest. the smothering proximity was unexpected, a hitch gasp slipping from the tissue of your tongue whilst your lips moved in sync with one another; much of a loving adoration. "you’re adorable when you want my attention, handsome," his taunting words had your stomach doing more flips than an olympic gold medalist. he always knew where to hit you, how to word his affirmations and have you a big mess for him.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝜗ϱ

. *. ⋆ subnotes. won and gyu are with male readers if you couldn’t tell ૮꒰ྀི つ˘ `⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

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﹙⠀𝓢.⠀﹚𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄⠀𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works. ✧ ִֶָ ، !

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zerobaseone as yandere tsundere alpha mafia leader ceo billionaire bfs reacting to you being kidnapped by their ex foster care bffs

gunwook: nobody touches my girl

ricky: don't *mews*

zhanghao: *too busy cheating*

hanbin: *grows extra arms to fight him*

matthew: *kidnaps you back* *locks you in a dungeon forerver* I want your world to begin and end with me.

yujin: *has no gf to begin with*

gyuvin: uWu

taerae:

jiwoong: *kisses kidnapped so you can escape*

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[mins-fins]

love war — ricky shen

their relationship is.. complicated to say the least. it’s sort of a war in a way, one that the both of them clearly want to win.

tags :: ricky shen x m!reader , reader is also a yuehua trainee , takes place during ollie’s birthday , they’re both technically ollie's parents , ollie is their #1 fan

“how many gifts did you buy him, oh my god?”

zhang hao looks to his friend, eyes wide as he waits for an answer as to why there was a tower of gifts on the table for one boy.

y/n simply shrugs. “i saw a lot of cute things that reminded me of ollie, so i decided to get all of them for him” he answers, zhang hao stares like he’s crazy.

“how do you even afford this?” yujin asks, his eyebrow raised.

the l/n hums, smiling. “magic” he simply says, putting his hands behind his back. “and i also just want him to have a really good birthday”.

“you bought him an entire macy’s! n/n!”

the yell from zhang hao causes for ricky to snort, making y/n furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “where the hell did you come from?”

ricky simply shrugs. “magic”.

“oh, your making fun of me now? i see how it is, lovelicky” he crosses his arms, a feeling of fake betrayal in his heart.

ricky frowns, rolling his eyes. “how rude of you, y/n”.

zhang hao stares at the scene with judgement in his eyes. he looks to yujin, whose eating a kitkat bar. “god, they’re so stupid”.

ricky sighs. “i’m tired” he mumbles, about to leave only to be dragged back by y/n. he almost fell to the floor, holding onto his waist as a way to keep himself standing straight.

“come on, it’s ollie’s birthday, and plus, you’ve been sleeping too much these days” he replies, ignoring the glare he was receiving from ricky.

ricky blinks, still glaring at the smiling boy. “no need to glare, darling, i’m just looking out for you”.

“don’t call me that”.

says ricky as he conveniently has one of his arms around his waist.

“wow, i see how it is, you two are ignoring us now” zhang hao seethes. y/n sticks his tongue out, letting of ricky’s hand as he winks at him.

“your just gonna have to share the burden yujin, hao”.

zhang hao pouts, feeling like a third wheel.

“oh, ollie, your gifts are on the counter, it’s all for you” y/n states, pointing his finger towards the table with a tower full of gifts.

ollie gasps, his jaw basically dropping to the ground. “really!? thank you thank you, you’re the best, n/n!”

the liu jumps up, running towards the table as he stares at the insane amount of gifts. “ach! your spoiling him rotten, it’s all your fault, l/n!” gyuvin exclaims, shaking the boy crazily.

“at least ollie’s happy, right ollie?”

“yep!” he yells, putting a piece of cake in his mouth. the l/n laughs, finding the sight incredibly adorable. he ruffles the younger’s hair, completely enamored by him. “you’re so cute, baby ollie”.

“y/n seems like a parent to ollie, don’t you have a partner n/n?” yujin asks, his mouth full of even more chocolate as he waited for an answer.

y/n hums, thinking, averting his gaze towards ricky, who was at the other side of the room, talking to other guests. “i’m a single parent” he finally replies, taking a sip from the cup of coffee he had.

ollie chews again. “i want ricky to be my other parent!” the l/n chokes on the coffee, surprised by the bold words. ricky looks to ollie, hearing his name but not what the younger wanted him to hear.

“what? what did you just say?”

“why is your face so red?” ricky asks, confused by the whole situation. y/n just shakes his head, putting down the cup. “nothing! nothing ricky”.

ricky looks at him with raised eyebrows. he then just shrugs, putting his arm around the male's waist. “whatever you say..” he mumbles, y/n just sighs, copying his previous movement as he also put an arm around his waist. he glares, pretending to hate it, even though he didn’t.

“look at my parents being cute!”

ollie is apparently the #1 shipper of the two.

AUTHORS NOTE — guys i literally love ricky and ollie’s friendship!! VOTE FOR THEM

[zb1-minjun]

ZB1 10th Member

Stage Name: Min Jun (민준)

Birth Name: Hyeon Min Jun (현민준)

Position: Vocalist

Birthday: December 23, 2006 (12/23/06)

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dog

Height: 175 cm (5’9)

Weight: 68.5 kg (151 lbs)

Blood Type: AB

MBTI Type: INTP-T

Representative Emoji: 🐭🐣

Nationality: Korean

Facts:

- His hometown is Gwacheon-si, Gyeonggi, South Korea

- Family: Mother, Father, Older Sister

- He dropped out of school after his 7th grade in order to be a full time trainee

- His current company is Star Empire Entertainment

- Minjun used to be a trainee at TS Entertainment and Media Line Entertainment before joining Star Empire Entertainment

- Minjun’s training period was 4 years before joining Boys Planet

- His role models are BTS’s Jungkook, SHINee’s Taemin, and TVXQ

- His favourite singers are Sam Kim, Eric Nam, Taeyeon, and IU

- His hobbies include singing, listening to music, reading, and video editing

- Minjun has a habit of chewing his nails and spacing out when he’s anxious or bored

- Minjun has an incredibly bad memory sometimes which can really frustrate others around him but also himself

- He says that his brain is already at full capacity because it is filled with song titles and artists

- Minjun wants to learn other languages in the future but currently finds it extremely difficult

- Eating seafood and meat makes him nauseous so he does not eat it often

- He loves spicy food and hates sweet food

- Minjun describes himself as a homebody

- His favourite song is Love Me by Gaho

- He had 1,263,479 votes in the Boys Planet final earning him 9th place

[ratedfleur]

nsfw links | kpop idols

kpop idols x male and fem reader genre ౨ৎ explicit

🎀: jiwoong, hao, hanbin, ricky, and gyuvin of zb1, chaewon, yunjin, and kazuha of lsfrm, hanni and minji of nwjns, mina of twice, rosé and lisa of blackpink, karina and ningning of aespa, mingi of ateez, and taeyong of nct.

[link] - most of the time, jiwoong likes to act a little mean just to hear those sweet whimpers of yours, hand quickly slapping your thigh as you whimper before he leans in and slurps your juices up.

[link] - sometimes, hao’s sweet invitations of joining him in the bathtub leads to something else, always dirtying up the water even further rather than getting all clean.

[link] - you knew that hanbin had a breeding kink but you never knew it was that serious when he started muttering words about impregnating you.

[link] - ricky knew he could show his true colors around you hence why he was never afraid of asking you for things especially in the bedroom, even if it might sound a little embarrassing to ask for especially if it was about helping him cum.

[link] - although you both know that gyuvin is taller than you, he likes to prove his point by comparing how you look beside him, unclothed in front of the mirror.

[link] - whenever hanni’s around, you always try to play the nice card not unless you want a brat trailing behind you asking you to do stuff to her.

[link] - you know how hanni doesn’t like to talk about so you once forced it out of her, leading it to having hanni on your lap, touching her until she’s content.

[link] - getting to fuck minji meant that you needed to pleasure her in places where she wanted to be touched, she always was a talker when it came to telling you to fuck her properly.

[link] - always experimenting with you, you and minji found out what the best positions are that would fit both yours and her needs and that meant riding the latter before switching positions ever so often.

[link] - mina had always been adventurous, even to the extent of touching herself in her car but somehow this all led to you fucking her in her car, letting the woman fuck herself on you with the thrill of people seeing you two.

[link] - cunnilingus was something that mina was always into, always looking forward to having you in between her legs or you in between hers.

[link] - whenever you and rosé fucked, you knew even by her little movements when she was about to cum, especially when her toes start curling as she moans out your name.

[link] - sex with rosé was interesting because all the woman wanted to do was be a good girl for you even if she was slowly getting hurt with the way you pushed her on her knees.

[link] - you knew how desperate lisa became after always having phone sex with her hence why she nearly bent over in an instant, practically begging you to fuck her.

[link] - somehow, you and lisa always find yourselves scissoring each other when you met after a long period of time of not seeing each other.

[link] - karina knew that you’d let her do things her way when she knelt down in front of you, bobbing her head up and down while formulating a plan to execute next.

[link] - karina just wants you to feel good so she touches you and pleasures you in all ways possible, may it be through her fingers or her mouth.

[link] - always acting mean around ningning, she knew exactly which actions to pull to get you to tie her up and fuck her until she starts sobbing for you to fuck her harder.

[link] - sex with ningning meant experimenting with touches, positions, and even words that you both spewed at each other when you get close towards the other, muttering sweet nothings or degrading words.

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[link] -mingi is so obsessed with your cunt and slips his fingers in any time he gets the chance.

[link] - you come home from work to find taeyong pleasuring himself with your pillow and you decide to help him out.

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[niki-phoria]

touch, touch, 심장이, blush, blush, 두 볼이 / rush, rush, 뜨거워져

pairing: kim gyuvin x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 597

notes: whoever pointed out that gyuvin looks like song kang ily, this is kinda bad i'm sorry, reader is a uni student bc so am i but i tried to make it nonspecific, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zerobaseone - melting point

KIM GYUVIN lets out a quiet sigh as he buries his head against the crook of your neck. stray strands of his dyed hair tickle against the skin of your neck, sending shivers racing down your spine at the ticklish feeling. “hi gyu,” you say, allowing him to lean against you as much as he wants. 

he all but melts into you when you wrap your arms around his waist. his knees press into the cushion of your couch, cautious about leaning too much of his body weight against your chest. the tension in his body escapes in waves, allowing the weight of the world to momentarily slip away from his shoulders. “long day?”

“yeah,” gyuvin mumbles. his voice is muffled against the fabric of your hoodie; his breath ghosts against your skin. “i was having trouble with the choreography all day.” 

you hum, slowly beginning to rub your hand against his back. your nails gently scratch against the fabric, tracing miscellaneous shapes against his spine. “do you want to talk about it?”

there’s a short pause before gyuvin answers. your hand never ceases in massaging against his back, patiently awaiting his response. “no,” he finally murmurs, choosing to shake his head instead. “i’ll ask hanbin hyung for help later.”

“okay,” you nod, though he can’t see it. you count the seconds along with the slow rise and fall of his breathing. a comfortable silence overtakes your apartment, only interrupted by the quiet turning of your ceiling fan and the occasional hum from your refrigerator. 

gyuvin’s hands slip down to rest against your hips. he drums his fingertips along to an imaginary beat along your waistband. “tell me about your day,” he says quietly, breaking the previous silence. 

“my day was good.” gyuvin smiles softly in response. he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your neck; you recognize it as a signal to continue. “i passed that exam i was worried about. you were right, i shouldn’t have stressed so much about it.” 

he chuckles quietly, making your lips quirk into a smile of your own. gyuvin shifts slightly so his head is leaning against your chest. 

“and i finished my essay,” you continue. “i need to proofread it again before i submit it.” 

“i’ll help you with it,” gyuvin says. he yawns softly, settling his head against your shoulder. “if you want, of course.” 

“that would be great. thank you.” 

he hums quietly. his grip around your waist slowly begins to relax as his eyes flutter shut in longer and longer increments. gyuvin’s fingertips ghost against your waist as he skims his thumb against your bare skin. you shiver at the contact, though he doesn’t seem to notice. 

“y/n,” he murmurs. tired eyes meet your gaze when you turn to face him. he seems to shine beneath the gentle glow of the setting sun as he smiles softly. “you know i love you, right?”

a light flush spreads across his cheeks when you chuckle. his eyes flutter shut when you reach up, carefully pushing his bangs away from his eyes. “of course i do.” 

gyuvin raises his head just enough to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. his lips just barely brush against your skin, leaving the hint of his cherry chapstick behind. he smiles brightly, leaning his head against your chest once again. 

you raise your hand from its place against his back, carefully carding your hand through his hair. gyuvin quietly sighs when you twist the strands between your fingertips; your nails gently massage his scalp. “i love you too, gyu.”

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YES😭😭😭😭😭 i’ve recently started to write again so i PRAY that i write it in the next few days while i’m off work and actually have the TIME

[letters2won]

10 Things I hate about you

[ DISCONTINUED ]

SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ Lee Heeseung has it all, he’s captain of the soccer team, popular, charming and hilarious (at least in his eyes). What he doesn’t have though is a girlfriend OR a prom date making him desperate. You on the other hand want nothing to do with him or his silly problems, but how come you two are always clashing heads in the end?

PAIRING: soccer player!heeseung x photographer!fem reader

GENRE and TROPES: smau & written, enemies to lovers, highschool au, fluff, possible angst

FEATURING: enhypen, chuu, gaon (xdinary heroes), gyuvin (zb1), beomgyu (txt)

STATUS: upcoming (will release in April)

TAGLIST: open! send an ask or comment to be added!

A/N ౨ৎ rewatched 10 things i hate about you again and now we’re here 🤕 This movie is so heeseung coded im actually sick to my stomach!! Anyways let’s pray i make this one a little longer 🙏

PROFILES: REAL alpha males | hamilton fans (derogatory)

CHAPTERS (title may change)

01 on my bucket list

02 jakelations

03 YOU WONT BREAK MY SOUL!

04 chivalry is REAL

05 not very dattebayo of you..

06 match my freak please

07 tba

[wontwowon]

YOU NEED ME : JAKE SMAU

PAIRING SOCCERPLAYER!jake x SOCCERPLAYER!fem!reader

SYNOPSIS in which the females soccer captain has to face carrying a team and an annoying male soccer captain making fun of her

OR

in which jake can’t figure out if he hates yn or loves her

GENRE enemies to lovers, university setting, soccer setting, smau and written, fluff, angst, crack

FEATURING faceclaim - asepa (winter), en- (everyone), zb1 (gyuvin, gunwook), txt (taehyun), &team (ma-ki), bnd (riwoo), asepa (giselle), ive (rei, liz), new jeans (minji, hanni, danielle), lsflm (kazuha, chaewon, eunchae), katseye (yoonchae), soloist (jay park), bts (rm), MORE WILL BE ADDED LATER

WARNINGS cyber bullying, bad parents, swearing, kys jokes, injuries, rumours, ppl hating on yn, MORE WILL BE ADDED LATER

STATUS ongoing (updates every three days)

START 31/10/24

END ???

SIDE NOTES

- please Imk if there are any warnings missing, i don't want to miss any by accident!!

- times/dates don't matter in the story unless I state otherwise!!

TAGLIST there is none! (sorry :3)

PROFILES (1/5) 02z & won, (2/5) MEN 💯⁉️, (3/5) boy scer team, (4/5) woman team, (5/5) helpers

CHAPTERS

01 | ok my girl bosses let's beat SM's but.

02 | y r we getting freaky

03 | lil bro said grumpy grumpy 😭

04 | glamor ..... blonde...... e brunette

05 | KYS. K= king Y = you're S = sweet. so ur really just calling yn sweet

06 | me and my boy dressing up at school for his bday. by him gifts pls

07 | shii me 2 no homo

08 | bakudeku slime. CAN U SHARE IT THAN ?!??

09 | tba..

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[sunflw3r]

silly boy (/pos)

matthew x added!zb1!member male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 1062 fluff

special edition: born on this day rizz

content warnings: cringe matt (this oneshot will be cringe in like 4 months)

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a/n: rahh my silly boy :((( i love matt sm!! he was my third pic on bp and he's the loml (trust)

happy birthday matthew<3

holding onto a balloon in the shape of a 2, y/n covered his head as matthew smiled happily, bopping his head with the second two. “what are you doing matt?” y/n asked, matthew scooting closer with his silver balloon. “don’t question it man.”

continuing to bop his boyfriend on the head, matthew’s teeth peeked out from his lips. tsking his tongue, y/n looked up at matthew’s face. he could look at him forever.

the new couple didn’t really act romantic. they mostly stayed in section of best friends (who kissed sometimes). but matthew caused butterflies to swarm in y/n’s stomach. his smile that shined brighter than the sun, gentle skin that brushed against his own in away that made him feel like a god.

“popipopipopopipo-“ matthew trailed off, moving his face back and forth from y/n’s, trying to get his attention. a small grin appeared upon y/n’s lips, moving forward towars his boyfriend to press a kiss to matthew’s nose. “i thought we got over this trend a few months ago.”

matthew’s face fell, him exaggerating his bottom lip, dropping the balloon in his hands. “so you hate me and want me to disappear.” he stated, y/n moving his head closer to matthew’s. “don’t say that.”

the room fell silent, the couple that sat on the carpeted floor staring into each other’s eyes. matthew’s laughter broke the silence, stars filling his pupils as he picked up his balloon with a bright smile. “come here!” he said, crawling onto y/n’s lap, starting to fight with the balloons.

a swell the size of the universe full of dopamine rushed through his stomach, the presence of matthew making y/n’s legs fall asleep from the giddiness in his stomach.

grabbing onto matthew’s chin, y/n pressed their lips together, matthew freezing at the unexpected sensation. was it strange to him? to act romantic?

to y/n’s relief, matthew relaxed in his touch. the excited and jumpy matthew turned calm and satisfied, kissing back with a smile teasing on his mouth. pulling away, matthew’s eyes crinkled up, hiding his face behind his hands. “don’t look at me i’m shy.”

y/n laughed at the silly action, putting his hand on matthew’s thigh. “okay matt, whatever you say.”

“everyone pay attention!” hanbin said, trying to get the group that currently was causing a cacophony to calm down. matthew’s loud laughter continued to ring against the wooden dance room walls, taerae staring at him with disgust in his eyes.

“what the fuck.” he muttered, matthew pursing his lips. “you don’t have to be a hater taerae…” his voice trailed off, y/n ripping away from his conversation with a half asleep yujin to join matthew.

what should he do? hug him? sit by him? most of the members didn’t know about them. gyuvin did, only because he forced y/n to tell him the second they got together. and he was 99% sure hanbin had figured it out at some point in time, due to the looks and happy smiled he gave to the couple when they sat together.

getting over his thought train, y/n sat to join matthew and taerae, his mind trying to catch up with whatever they chatted about. did taerae just say he would be a parrot in another life?

“oh my god, y/n look at the mirror.” matthew said, y/n giving him a side-eye before checking the mirror. “there’s nothing there matt-“ his voice was cut off as he felt matthew’s hand wrap around his chin, pulling his boyfriend’s chin to face him.

his bottom pink lip soon got bit, matthew winking at y/n. “you just got rizzed up.” y/n stayed still, blinking slowly as he stared at matthew with a blank expression. matthew proceeded to bite his lip, pushing his hair back. “by the rizzler.” silence. “did i make you blush?” there continued to be silence.

hanbin coughed loudly, y/n happily standing up, matthew frowning. “hey, you didn’t answer me y/n!” he yelled, y/n turning around. “sure. you rizzed me up.” pumping his fist in the air, matthew stood up, doing a little dance in victory. “oh yeah, oh yeah.” he whispered in english, y/n putting his head in his palm, hanbin tapping his foot.

“someone take out my eyes.” y/n muttered, ricky chuckling softly. “mine too.”

putting the last candle in the cake, y/n smiled softly as he saw the orange and white cake lit in warm light, small foxes and oranges adorning the top. will he like it? shaking his head, y/n picked up the plate, walking through the quiet dorm back to his bedroom. he hoped the rest of the group was asleep.

opening his bedroom door, he saw matthew tucked under the covers. the light of his phone illuminating his face as he laughed at his own voice coming from the speaker, y/n assuming it was his birthday tiktok. “matt, look up.”

looking up at his partner’s request, he broke into a soft smile from the glowing candles. “y/n…” his voice trailed off, the skin around his eyes crinkling as his eyes started to twinkle. “do you like it?” y/n asked, holding his breath as he walked to sit by matthew. “i do.”

the two stared at each other, matthew looking down back at the cake. “do i make a wish?” he asked, y/n nodding. clasping his hands together, matthew closed his eyes as he thought of whatever he so wanted.

opening his eyes one more, matthew took a deep breath before blowing out the candles placed on the top. the room darkened, the only thing giving y/n a sense of calm was the soft breathing coming from matthew’s nose.

“thank you y/n.” he smiled, y/n leaning forward to press a soft kiss to matthew’s lips. “you’re welcome.” y/n responded, matthew’s giggles sounding in the empty dorm, a soft blush covering his face. “you got me blushinggg y/n.” he laughed. y/n rolled his eyes, trying to hide his bright smile.

“you silly boy.” he said, pinching matthew’s cheek. “hey!” matthew pouted, y/n smiling. “it’s a positive love, don’t worry.” the world became silent, letting the couple take in their presence of each other.

“my gorgeous silly boy.”

happy matthew day!!

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