#hwiyoung sf9

[slytherinshua]

YOUR DISTRACTING KISS

genre. fluff. warnings. a little profanity and a lot of kissing. hwiyoung flirting SKDJS HELP. ME. i don't think it's suggestive at all, but...? pairing. hwiyoung x fem!reader. wc. 948. request. no. a/n. ITS INSANE HOW DELUSIONAL I AM FOR THIS MAN LIKE IT DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE HOLY SHIT IM SO DOWN BAD IM SCREAMING EVERY DAY BCUZ HES SO SKDFJHSKD(@#*$(???????

You loved watching your boyfriend write songs. He liked to do things the nostalgic way— spending his time in an old car garage with a crappy sound system set up, an electric guitar and bass at his disposal. He wrote down lyrics in a little notebook. He said he got more inspiration for the song when he wasn’t staring at a computer. 

Youngkyun had already been writing for an hour before you arrived with coffee for him. Your heart raced whenever you stepped into the garage, sliding down the metal garage door after you stepped in. You had made a lot of memories with your boyfriend in this old garage. You had even spent some dates here, and participated in more than a few makeout sessions.

Youngkyun looked as stunning as always, but what you would never get tired of looking at was his long hair and bare face. There was no arguing that the mullet style suited him the most, and it drove you absolutely crazy to think about. Along with his rings, oversized t-shirt and 4 or so loose-chained bracelets on his left hand, he looked like a proper rockstar boyfriend. You slid the iced americano over to him, flashing him a smile which he mirrored.

“Thank you, baby.” He muttered, focusing back on the lyrics he was jotting down, taking a short break to sip the coffee. You sat next to him, watching him work for a few minutes before taking out your phone. You heard a frustrated groan after a while and looked up.

“Need a break from this— ‘fucking frustrating.” He mumbled, tossing the notebook onto the table. He looked over to you, grabbing your wrist to pull you over until you were sitting on his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing some strands of his pretty hair behind his hair.

“You’ll get it eventually. You always do.” You reassured. Your hand lingered on his face, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingers. You traced his cheekbone and he sighed, closing his eyes under your touch.

“Just want a distraction for now.” He told you, leaning his head back to rest on the top of the couch. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and back down as he gulped.

“Pretty.” You whispered to yourself— ever enamoured by your pretty boyfriend and his attractive features; one of the most attractive being his neck.

His lips lifted at your comment, and he opened his eyes again to look at you, “I was the one who wanted a distraction, not the other way around.” He reminded you, teasingly smirking at the way you quickly brought your eyes back up to his face from where they had previously been focused.

“We’re both a distraction to each other. I have a shift in an hour…” You trailed off.

“And?”

“And it takes 45 minutes to get there from here.” You completed.

Youngkyun laughed, “Then I have 15 more minutes to be distracted by you.” He pulled your face down to meet his, starting to kiss you slowly. He had always been a passionate kisser, sincerity and warmth shown to you every time his lips touched yours.

“Guess I’m going to be late… Again.” You breathed in between kisses. Not spending too much time talking before finding Youngkyun’s lips again— they were too addictive not to want to keep kissing. His lips always tasted like the orange lip balm he used.

“Is that a problem?” He questioned, pulling your waist closer to him. You shook your head immediately, both of you giggling at the situation. Your boyfriend sighed as you slipped your hands into his hair, the gentle movements of your fingers folding through his locks massaged the tension from his head, relaxing him further.

He kissed your lips again, always soft and gentle with you despite his evident frustration with his work. He had been shown enough many times in the past that letting out his pent up frustration through gentler actions worked the best. He just needed relaxation and attention, and you were more than happy to provide both.

He wished he could have your lips on him all day, especially when you shifted yourself to be able to kiss his neck. Your plush lips pressed short kisses to the side expanse of his neck, slowly travelling towards his Adam’s apple. Once you pressed another gentle kiss to it, you pulled your head back up, untangling yourself from your boyfriend and finally standing up. You glanced at the time on your phone and let out a laugh, slightly short of breath from all the kissing.

“10 minutes late already. Not too bad.” You grinned at Youngkyun and he scoffed. He held your hand back, stalling a little longer until you had to leave.

He gave it a gentle, loving squeeze, “Thanks for the distraction. Can I take you out for dinner after work?” He offered, staring at you with such an adoring gaze. He was so in love with you it felt like he was going crazy.

“I’ll make sure I look pretty for you, then.” You responded with a smile, “Gotta match up to you somehow.”

He frowned, “You already look absolutely gorgeous, angel. Don’t look too pretty. I’ll get a heart attack.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You assured him, grabbing your bag and heading towards the garage door, “Love you!”

He smiled as he watched you leave, calling out that he loved you too before you shut the door behind you. He picked up his notebook again, fiddling with the pen before starting to scribble words down. Thanks to your little distraction, he had found the perfect lyrics to finish the song.

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[prplocks]

ᴄᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ: sғ9

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[lucy-hp]

My kpop adventures since January.

My first plushie was immediately adopted by my cat. Whisky seems to prefer JJONGbear to Leebit.

My first happy mail was great, my big Leebit cushion, and the beginning of my collection of Ateez and SF9. I'm particularly glad with the random version for Golden Hour part 2.

My poor sister decided to go see Ateez in Brussels with me. It was both our first kpop concert. But she needed to leave before the end, too much noises. Thanks to that, she could buy the restock merch: the microphones (well, Yunho was sold-out), and the hoodie. I had to transform it as a zip-up as it was a bit small to be comfortable (my usual size was also sold-out).

It was the last show of Towards the Light, you could feel the happiness and pride of all the members. For a first concert, it was perfect. I will never forget it.

When Taemin announced he was coming to Brussels I couldn't miss it. I knew I had to see him. I still haven't really fully realized I was there for his 100th solo show. What a night it was.

In the last couple weeks I got my SF9 Love Race albums. I am a baby Fantasy, so it is my first comeback. I don't have a bias yet, but I guess TPTB seems to think it will be Taeyang. I laughed at getting his pc three times in the MD version. Then, last week, I got the signed albums and got his card twice. I try to identify the signature, I don't know which member it is, and in a way, it makes these albums even more precious to me.

The last picture is the photocards I want to exchange. I am still new to the kpop pc game, so I have no clue how it works. I think my Ateez will probably find new homes, not sure for my SF9.

[kgyeomiex]

Unpredictable

Pairing: Hwiyoung x reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: There aren’t any, at least not in this chapter.

Genre: bits of angst | Fluff 

requests - open

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely,”

One unexpected family visit turns into one big roller coaster ride. You were supposed to come to California to visit your grandmother, but one visit turns into meeting someone you couldn’t bear to be around… The more you wanted to be away from him, the more he showed up everywhere… Was it fate? Or a coincidence?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2

Part 3 is here~ 

Masterlist

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"Where were you yesterday?!"

Your sister's voice rang out the moment she saw you, but all you did was stare her down, eyes still half-lidded with sleep.

First, you had just woken up. And if there was one universal rule that everyone should know by now, it was this: do not talk to you right after you wake up. It’s like an unspoken survival instinct—because, for some reason, every single morning, you wake up feeling like the grumpiest person alive.

And now, here she was, demanding answers before you even had time to process your own existence. Just hearing her voice sent a wave of irritation through you. It wasn’t personal. It was just mornings.

Without saying much to your sister, you removed your blanket, dragged your body off bed walked past your sister, and straight into the bathroom.

Right now, all you want to do is wake up and get yourself together. If your sister has questions, she will have to wait and ask later when you are fully awake and aware of what planet you are on.

“Y/N,” you felt your sister following right behind you... She was going to keep talking to you until you responded... In other words, she was probably going to ask you so many questions until you tell her to get lost...

You got to the bathroom and walked right in closing the door. Just as you were hoping your sister would leave you alone, she suddenly began to knock on the door.

“I won’t leave until you start speaking.” You knew you had to explain this to your parents, but when did your sister become one?

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your toothbrush.

~

Getting ready was much calmer than the chaos of waking up—at least at first. For a moment, you enjoyed the silence, the slow transition from sleep to full consciousness.

But, of course, that peace didn’t last long. The second you stepped out of your room, your sister was right there, waiting like a predator ready to pounce. Without missing a beat, she launched into an endless string of questions, bombarding you before you even had a chance to take a proper breath.

So much for a peaceful morning.

“Where did you go yesterday? How can you possibly leave me?” These questions were repeated over and over. Enough was enough.

“OKAY! First, you're not my parent to ask me where I have been so get off my back. Second, why does it matter where I went? You got home safe and sound and that’s all that matters,” you were going to keep beating around the bush just so you don’t have to explain that you met SF9... Your sister's obsession.

If she found out that you even encountered SF9 you could only imagine how her reaction would be.

“I know I’m not your parent and I’m glad I’m not, but I have every right to know where you went last night especially since you practically left me back there abandoned,” you sometimes tend to forget that your sister can be beyond dramatic.

“Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal... I was not going to wait outside forever for you to see your husbands live. What did you expect me to do? Stand outside and stay there for hours? Of course, not so I went out and explored,” you did technically wait outside throughout the whole concert, but your sister doesn’t need to know that.

“You couldn’t come back and meet me when the concert ended,” your sister continued to ask you questions and instead of answering you just walked off and left your sister to talk alone.

~

You had no idea how this kept happening, but somehow, every time you tried to enjoy some time alone… you ended up stuck with your annoying sister. Again.

This time, it was the beach. She had been dying to go, and of course, she wasn’t about to go without dragging you along. And now, here you were—trapped, reluctantly tagging along, forced into a beach day you never asked for.

The waves crashed against the shore, the sun beamed down, and people laughed in the distance. But all you could think about was how you had been kidnapped into yet another unwanted adventure with your sister.

“This time you better not go and disappear,” she doesn’t have to worry about that this time... You weren’t planning to meet any new people anytime soon.

You popped open the trunk, grabbing your bag and a chair, already dreading the effort ahead. With a sigh, you glanced over at your sister, hoping—praying—that she would help unload the rest.

But no. There she was, striking pose after pose, tilting her phone at different angles, caught up in a selfie session.

How were you two even related?

"So… how about some help here?" you asked, giving her a pointed look.

She met your gaze for all of two seconds, then—without a word—went right back to taking pictures.

Wow. Just wow.

You had two choices: be the bigger person and unload everything yourself or embrace the pettiness brewing inside you and take only your things, leaving her to deal with her own mess.

It wasn’t a hard decision.

With one last glance at your sister—who was still lost in her own little world—you grabbed your things, turned on your heel, and walked away. She probably wouldn’t even notice. Typical.

~

"Y/N!"

You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see your sister struggling to catch up, her arms overloaded with stuff. And just like that—whoops—something tumbled from her grasp, forcing her to stop and pick it up.

A smirk tugged at your lips. Karma.

Instead of offering to help, you simply turned back around and kept walking, enjoying the sweet satisfaction of her struggle.

By the time you found the perfect spot, you dropped your bag, immediately pulling out your towel and laying it down. The sun felt warm against your skin, the sound of the waves was relaxing—everything was finally falling into place.

"Y/N!"

There it was again—her voice, growing more impatient. But instead of acknowledging her, you carried on, adjusting your spot and making yourself comfortable, completely unbothered.

Eventually, she stomped up beside you, clearly out of breath and annoyed.

"Are you deaf?" she snapped.

You turned to her, flashing your widest, most innocent grin. "Nope, I heard you. I just chose to ignore you."

She groaned, rolling her eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. "I need a new sister."

You simply leaned back on your towel, grinning to yourself. Too bad. She’s stuck with you.

~

Youngbin’s Point of View

After a long day of lying to the manager and somehow managing to sneak a girl back home who happened to not be a fan—we had pulled off more than we probably should have.

Surprisingly, we got away with it.

Since we had two concerts here in LA, plus a music video shoot coming up, the manager gave us some free time to go out and explore.

Honestly, I’m shocked he even let us leave the hotel room. But hey, I’m not about to complain.

“You know what I’m surprised about,” Jaeyoon says, looking at all of us as we walk into a beautiful beach.

“What?” I asked and before Jaeyoon could speak Sanghyuk interrupted and made a joke... As usual.

“That there is a handsome guy like me on the beach? I know...” The boys all gave him a glare and he just smiled.

“No, I’m surprised that we’re out in the free... With no manager...” Jaeyoon says and that’s when I suddenly felt the guys staring right at me and waiting for me to speak.

“What’s the catch?” Juho asks, crossing his arms and I instantly shake my head.

“There’s no catch... I just have to make sure nothing happens to us but other than that we’re free to have fun...” I know it does sound like there is something up but for once the manager was letting us have some type of freedom...

I have no idea why he suddenly allowed us to do this, but you know what I'm not going to complain I’ll just accept it...

“Who cares, all we need to worry about is taking a break,” the guys all threw their arms up in the air and cheered.

~

Your Point of View

"Where are you even going?" you asked, watching as your sister stayed glued to her phone, chatting away on FaceTime with her best friend.

"I’m going to sit in the car and talk to her because I have no privacy here," she said before walking off, leaving you completely alone.

First of all,... what? Does that even make sense?

You never bothered listening to her conversations because, frankly, they were never interesting. It was always the same topic—boys, boys, and, oh yeah, more boys.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your book, ready to finally get some peace. You settled in, eyes scanning the page, sinking into the story until…

“WAIT FOR ME!”

“YAH, you’re taking too long!”

“Sanghyuk, did you put on sunscreen?!”

“No, because I don’t need it”

You tried to focus on your book, to lose yourself in the words, but all you could hear was complete and utter chaos.

First of all… why was the beach suddenly so loud? Just a few seconds ago, it had been peaceful calm, even. Now, it was as if the entire world had decided to erupt into noise all at once.

"Aigoo, Chanhee, you’re too young to understand," someone nearby called out, their voice barely rising over the commotion.

The noise wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was getting worse. With a sigh, you finally snapped your book shut and lifted your gaze, scanning the beach to find the source of the disruption.

That’s when you saw them.

A group of nine guys, scattered across two spots—some near the ocean, others closer to where you sat. They were laughing, yelling, running around like kids who had just been let loose. And they were loud. So loud that any hope of finishing your book in peace had officially disappeared.

You were about to roll your eyes and look away—until suddenly, your breath hitched.

Familiar faces.

Your body froze as realization hit you like a wave. You knew exactly who they were.

Oh

My

God...

The same guys from last night. They were here at the beach. The same time you were at the beach.

You froze for a moment, the realization slowly sinking in.

Without a second thought, you quickly glanced around, hoping to spot your sister. Please, not now… You prayed she wasn’t anywhere nearby. If she saw these guys, there was no telling what kind of chaos would unfold. Your sister would forget every ounce of dignity she had and lose it—you didn’t even want to think about it.

You couldn’t explain why, but you knew you had to do something. You couldn’t just sit there and let this moment slip away.

Without another word, you stood up, grabbed your stuff, and—strangely enough—found yourself walking straight toward them.

Before you could get any closer, one of them spotted you.

"Youngbin, isn’t that the girl from last night?" one of the guys called out.

Instead of answering, Youngbin’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable.

"I think it is," Youngbin said, his voice low but clear.

And just like that, you were standing right in front of him, feeling a strange tension in the air.

"So… we meet again," you said, your voice steady as you locked eyes with him. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed another familiar face.

What’s his name again? Youngkyun... Whatever his name was, you felt his eyes glued to you.

"Are you sure you’re not a fan? Are you sure you didn’t follow us?" The deep voice cut through the air, and you turned to find one of the guys staring you down. You still hadn’t figured out their names, but you’d remember his voice—it had that rich, almost commanding tone.

Okay, yes, this was looking bad. All of you just happened to run into each other again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were some overzealous fans. You hadn’t come to the beach to see them at all—your sister practically dragged you here.

How were you supposed to know they were planning on coming to the same beach at you?

"No, for the millionth time, I’m not a fan," you said, annoyed that they weren’t listening to the words that were coming out of your mouth. You were pretty sure no matter how many times you told these guys that, they would never, ever believe you.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

"Then what brings you here?" Youngbin’s voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made you feel like all of them were silently waiting for your answer.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay composed despite the growing tension.

"Look," you started, your voice firm, "I was here on the beach before any of you showed up and disturbed my peace and quiet." You gestured vaguely toward the chaotic group. "But that’s not the point. The point is, I came here with my younger sister, and if I were you, I’d leave before she finds you all."

You were trying to be nice, trying to warn them before something chaotic happened. But at this point, you weren’t sure if they’d take your advice—or if your sister would just explode when she found them.

You love your sister and all, but you know how she is, and you don’t think you'll be able to calm her down the moment she lays her eye on them... To be honest, just thinking about the possibilities are scary and very risky.

“Where is she?” Youngbin asks, looking over to where you were sitting.

"She went back to the car to talk to her friend over the phone. It’ll take a couple of hours, but if she sees you guys, she will chase you down without a doubt," you explained, watching as Youngbin looked at Youngkyun. The two exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.

Okay, what was so funny?

"What?" you asked, confused by their sudden amusement.

One of the guys turned to you, flashing a grin.

"Look, I know you probably came over to become friends, but if you wanted to hang out, all you had to do was ask, “Jaeyoon said casually, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

Wait. What?

Did they seriously think you were lying? And here you were, trying to help them avoid the chaos that was about to unfold, and now they were acting like you were the one who had come to bother them?

You bit back a sigh, a small smile forming on your lips, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"You’re right..." you said, keeping your tone light. "I’m sorry to bother you boys. You all enjoy your day."

With that, you gently removed Jaeyoon’s arm from your shoulder, stepping back and walking away.

If they didn’t want to believe you, fine. But at least you could leave knowing you’d tried to warn them.

You headed back to your towel, your mind already made up. You laid down, opened your book, and let yourself drift back into the story, choosing to ignore the chaos behind you.

~

Your Point of View

"Where are you even going?" you asked, watching as your sister stayed glued to her phone, chatting away on FaceTime with her best friend.

"I’m going to sit in the car and talk to her because I have no privacy here," she said before walking off, leaving you completely alone.

First of all,... what? Does that even make sense?

You never bothered listening to her conversations because, frankly, they were never interesting. It was always the same topic—boys, boys, and, oh yeah, more boys.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your book, ready to finally get some peace. You settled in, eyes scanning the page, sinking into the story until…

“WAIT FOR ME!”

“YAH, you’re taking too long!”

“Sanghyuk, did you put on sunscreen?!”

“No, because I don’t need it”

You tried to focus on your book, to lose yourself in the words, but all you could hear was complete and utter chaos.

First of all… why was the beach suddenly so loud? Just a few seconds ago, it had been peaceful calm, even. Now, it was as if the entire world had decided to erupt into noise all at once.

"Aigoo, Chanhee, you’re too young to understand," someone nearby called out, their voice barely rising over the commotion.

The noise wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was getting worse. With a sigh, you finally snapped your book shut and lifted your gaze, scanning the beach to find the source of the disruption.

That’s when you saw them.

A group of nine guys, scattered across two spots—some near the ocean, others closer to where you sat. They were laughing, yelling, running around like kids who had just been let loose. And they were loud. So loud that any hope of finishing your book in peace had officially disappeared.

You were about to roll your eyes and look away—until suddenly, your breath hitched.

Familiar faces.

Your body froze as realization hit you like a wave. You knew exactly who they were.

Oh

My

God...

The same guys from last night. They were here at the beach. The same time you were at the beach.

You froze for a moment, the realization slowly sinking in.

Without a second thought, you quickly glanced around, hoping to spot your sister. Please, not now… You prayed she wasn’t anywhere nearby. If she saw these guys, there was no telling what kind of chaos would unfold. Your sister would forget every ounce of dignity she had and lose it—you didn’t even want to think about it.

You couldn’t explain why, but you knew you had to do something. You couldn’t just sit there and let this moment slip away.

Without another word, you stood up, grabbed your stuff, and—strangely enough—found yourself walking straight toward them.

Before you could get any closer, one of them spotted you.

"Youngbin, isn’t that the girl from last night?" one of the guys called out.

Instead of answering, Youngbin’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable.

"I think it is," Youngbin said, his voice low but clear.

And just like that, you were standing right in front of him, feeling a strange tension in the air.

"So… we meet again," you said, your voice steady as you locked eyes with him. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed another familiar face.

What’s his name again? Youngkyun... Whatever his name was, you felt his eyes glued to you.

"Are you sure you’re not a fan? Are you sure you didn’t follow us?" The deep voice cut through the air, and you turned to find one of the guys staring you down. You still hadn’t figured out their names, but you’d remember his voice—it had that rich, almost commanding tone.

Okay, yes, this was looking bad. All of you just happened to run into each other again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were some overzealous fans. You hadn’t come to the beach to see them at all—your sister practically dragged you here.

How were you supposed to know they were planning on coming to the same beach at you?

"No, for the millionth time, I’m not a fan," you said, annoyed that they weren’t listening to the words that were coming out of your mouth. You were pretty sure no matter how many times you told these guys that, they would never, ever believe you.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

"Then what brings you here?" Youngbin’s voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made you feel like all of them were silently waiting for your answer.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay composed despite the growing tension.

"Look," you started, your voice firm, "I was here on the beach before any of you showed up and disturbed my peace and quiet." You gestured vaguely toward the chaotic group. "But that’s not the point. The point is, I came here with my younger sister, and if I were you, I’d leave before she finds you all."

You were trying to be nice, trying to warn them before something chaotic happened. But at this point, you weren’t sure if they’d take your advice—or if your sister would just explode when she found them.

You love your sister and all, but you know how she is, and you don’t think you'll be able to calm her down the moment she lays her eye on them... To be honest, just thinking about the possibilities are scary and very risky.

“Where is she?” Youngbin asks, looking over to where you were sitting.

"She went back to the car to talk to her friend over the phone. It’ll take a couple of hours, but if she sees you guys, she will chase you down without a doubt," you explained, watching as Youngbin looked at Youngkyun. The two exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.

Okay, what was so funny?

"What?" you asked, confused by their sudden amusement.

One of the guys turned to you, flashing a grin.

"Look, I know you probably came over to become friends, but if you wanted to hang out, all you had to do was ask, “Jaeyoon said casually, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

Wait. What?

Did they seriously think you were lying? And here you were, trying to help them avoid the chaos that was about to unfold, and now they were acting like you were the one who had come to bother them?

You bit back a sigh, a small smile forming on your lips, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"You’re right..." you said, keeping your tone light. "I’m sorry to bother you boys. You all enjoy your day."

With that, you gently removed Jaeyoon’s arm from your shoulder, stepping back and walking away.

If they didn’t want to believe you, fine. But at least you could leave knowing you’d tried to warn them.

You headed back to your towel, your mind already made up. You laid down, opened your book, and let yourself drift back into the story, choosing to ignore the chaos behind you.

The deeper you got into your book, the more intense it became. Each turn of the page had you hooked, your eyes practically glued to the words until—

"Y/N."

You blinked, reluctantly tearing your gaze away to see your sister standing over you, finally back from her never-ending phone call.

"Wow, for a second, I thought you left," you muttered, barely looking up as you flipped another page.

She let out a deep sigh. "No, my best friend just went through a really bad breakup, and she was t—"

Silence.

Your brows furrowed as you finally looked up at her. Wait. Why did she stop talking?

One glance at her face, and you already knew. That look—the wide eyes, the frozen expression, the way she seemed on the verge of imploding.

Oh no. She saw them.

SF9. Just now.

"Y/N… Y/N… P-please, tell me I’m not dreaming," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

You sighed, sitting up and casually glancing over at the group of boys running into the ocean like overgrown children, laughing without a care in the world.

"Stop. Don’t even th—" But before you could finish your sentence—

"KANG CHANHEE!!"

Her scream pierced through the air like a siren, echoing across the beach.

Every single one of the boys froze. Heads turned. Eyes locked onto your spot.

Well. This was happening.

You could step in and try to tame your sister, help those guys escape the chaos that was about to unfold…

But then again… they didn’t believe you earlier. And now?

Now, they were about to suffer the consequences.

Sucks for them.

With a smirk, you leaned back against your towel, flipping open your book once again.

Silently you grabbed your book and laid back down. Your sister was running to the boys and instead of watching all of this happen, you decided to mind your business.

“CHANHHE!!” You tried to read but you were pretty sure you heard your sister scream.

Oh, these boys...

You glanced over to see the mess that was being made and you saw how the guys looked so petrified. They were all running in different directions, but your sister was mostly aiming for Chanhee...

Something inside of you felt like you needed to do something, but you continued to think back at how the boys treated you... Did they really need your help?

One side of you was telling you to mind your business and carry on with what you’re doing but the other side said something completely different... It was telling you to get up and go control your sister and if you can’t do that then go find a way to help them.

As you hesitated a bit you closed your book and sighed.

Why are you even bothering to help?

You sat up and slowly got up on your two feet. Your sister was out of control. She had her phone out grabbing on the boys trying to take pictures with them by invading their personal space.

Aish... As you were walking closer to your sister suddenly the situation became more chaotic than you thought...

Just when you thought you had to help these boys control your sister, you suddenly noticed more teen girls approach the boys. Oh wow...

This whole situation was about to turn worse than it was just a few seconds ago.

They were now crowded by young teen girls hovering over them asking them for pictures and attention. Wow... Do you even want to go and help now?

Probably not... But even though you didn’t want to, you knew you had to.

What can you possibly do to keep these girls distracted... You silently stood there thinking and thinking... Okay, now you have to reflect on the conversation you have had with your sister...

What group did your sister mention that she liked besides SF9... As you tried to gather your thoughts you suddenly remembered a group and decided to take a risk.

Shit if only you paid attention to your sister more you wouldn’t be struggling over here... You thought over and over and as you began to reflect you suddenly remembered a group that has been talked about a lot...

What is that damn’s group name.. RIGHT!

“Oh my god is that BTS!” You shouted and you looked around and pointed to a random group of guys.

As soon as the fangirls heard BTS, everyone looked over at you and then at the direction that you were pointing. They all ran over to the random group of guys and without thinking twice even your sister ran which was quite a shocker. However, instead of standing there and thinking about what just happened you grabbed your things and ran over to the boys.

They were all gathering their things getting ready to escape. As soon as you approached them they looked startled and then calmed down a bit when they saw it was you.

“I have no idea why I am even doing this but... I am going to help you all out of here before those girls realize BTS is not here,” you said looking at them, and then Inseong spoke up.

“I don’t know about the boys, but I will apologize on my behalf for not believing you,” Inseong speaks up and says looking right at you. To be honest you were shocked to hear such words from any of the boys.

“Look... We can talk about this another time or not, but if you don’t want to continue getting mobbed I suggest we all try to escape.” You have no idea how on earth you were going to escape with all of them...

Maybe you should have thought of a plan before trying to help them out...

“Uh... I’ll think of something just to follow me,” you said looking at the boys they looked unsure but as they took one look over at the group of fangirls they didn't hesitate after that.

As you all were speed-walking away from the beach, you pulled out your phone and quickly asked for an Uber.

Right now you need to help these boys all escape... You were hoping it was big enough for all of them... As I looked at your phone you noticed that you had to wait 5 minutes... Holy shit, there is not enough time to just stand here and wait...

You looked around and spotted a random woman smoking outside her car...

What the hell are you even thinking...

Desperate times call for desperate measures...

“Excuse me!” You walked over to the lady, and you could feel the boys following behind you.

“Um... Can I help you?” She asks confusedly as she drops her cigarette to the ground.

Shit... This was extremely risky to ask but you were willing to ask regardless...

“Look I know this is stupid of me to ask but I am willing to take the chance to ask you if I can borrow your car right now... it’s urgent,” you said looking at the lady and you continued to stare at her waiting for her to say something or do something but all she continued to do was stare at you.

“You want to borrow my car?” She asks basically repeating what you just asked.

“Yes...” It’s too late now to back away from this conversation.

“Um...” she looked behind you and noticed all 9 standing right there. The both of you looked over at her car and she began to hesitate.

This was such a bad idea...

“Look I’m sorry it was s-” Before you could finish with your train of thought she cuts you off.

“Sure why not, just as long as you bring it back later. I’m about to meet up with some friends and I’m probably about to drink so I’ll give you my address and you can drop it off tomorrow,” she pulled out her phone and you looked at her completely shocked.

What?

That really worked?!

She gave you her address and before you knew it you made all the boys go into the minivan. Although not all of them were able to fit, they had no choice but to sit on each other's laps.

You ran over to the driver's seat and in a matter of seconds, you were off driving far as away as you could.

Why is it that every time you bump into SF9 something crazy happens... You have a strange feeling about them...

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To Be Continued. 

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Rich Boy SF9 Bullet Point AU (Hwiyoung x Reader)

~Rachel~

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Yeah I did it again. And Jaeyoon is technically in the works. Also it's wild to me that Hwi and I are both 99 liners that's weird

Content: strangers to lovers, fluff, kissing, pretending not to know him, not exactly office romance, cooking, some rich ajussis are mean to you

Word Count: 4k

The first time you met him

At a meeting between your businesses for some legal negotiations

He was cold and chic and only said what he needed to say

The second time you met him

At the press conference announcing the collaboration of your companies

He was still cold and chic, but he had a little more charisma

But the third time you met him

At a public weekend cooking class your friend had promised to take with you

(She bailed)

He was unrecognizably warm and charismatic

You were unsure that he would recognize you because of the large difference in positions at your respective companies

He being the heir to his

And you being the lead public relations specialist in yours

So you chose a table sort of behind and across from him so you could both observe him and watch the teachers at the same time

Now you know that boy was raised rich

And if you weren’t 100% sure that you recognized him and the luxury brand watch on his wrist

You would have thought that he had a doppelgänger

What was a guy like him doing in a public class like this?

Didn’t he have the money to pay for someone to do this kind of stuff for him?

But he watched the teachers so intently and he looked like he knew his way around this stuff a lot better than you did

This was the first time you had seen him genuinely engaged and looking like he wanted to be there

Like sure at work he had nice eyebrows and he was admittedly pretty handsome or whatever

But wow when he was in his element he was positively radiant

Even if you hadn’t known who he was beforehand you probably still would have been staring at him

Somehow you managed to make it through the class without burning the food or yourself

But then you got paired with him for taste testing and you wished you were the fire on your gas stove

That is to say

Gone. Put out

If he recognized you then what

Pretend to be someone else?

You weren’t sure why you didn’t want to talk to him

Much less have him try your food

Probably something along the lines of he was so much higher than you on the business chain and how on earth were you supposed to just interact like you were equals

Too late he introduced himself

“Hi I’m Hwiyoung”

Oh good

“Hi I’m (Y/N)”

Lots to unpack there

He didn’t recognize you but he introduced himself casually and so you felt like you should too but oh man you knew who he was and that was totally out of line

But he did not care so you were just going to pretend like you didn’t care too

“Can I try yours first?” he asked

“Oh yep sure go ahead”

You were still speaking casually since he was and boy did it feel wrong but you couldn’t stop it from coming out of your mouth

It was also weird watching his face while he took a bite like no this dude is so much higher up on the social scale than you could ever hope to be but oh boy you really hope he likes it

It’s like anime sparkles were in his eyes

“Oh yours is different than mine! I like how you did it”

Insert joke about getting a good grade, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve

“I have strong opinions about garlic,” you said

“I can tell,” he responded, taking another bite

He let out the tiniest “oh wow”

This was both extremely gratifying and embarrassing at the same time

At the beginning of the class you were very excited to tell your coworkers what you had seen but now you thought you might die if anyone else found out

“Ah sorry!” he interrupted your thoughts, setting the plate down “I forgot you need to try mine too”

Honestly you were a little scared by his reaction to yours

If he thought your cooking was that good then his must be…subpar to say the least

But no even though you felt immense pressure to react positively as he watched you expectantly

You didn’t have to fake your reaction at all

His version of the dish fit your taste perfectly

He read your reaction wrong though

You had frozen stiff in surprise and he thought it meant that it was bad

But no no no you had to reassure him that you just had a bad case of rbf and actually it was really good

The next time you saw him at a meeting he did not recognize you

You figured he must meet a lot of people and rely heavily on context in order to recognize them

Plus you didn’t know if the cooking class was a secret or not so you didn’t want to out him accidentally in a professional environment

Not to mention he was back to his cold and quiet demeanor so that was intimidating

So you let the meeting pass without trying to say anything potentially out of line

And when you met again in your cooking class on the weekend he waved you over to share a station with him

You tried to make small talk with him about who he was and what he did just to make sure he really was the person you knew that he was

But he kind of steered away from any specific answers and that in and of itself was sort of confirmation

“What do you do for work?”

“Oh I work at X Group”

“That’s pretty prestigious what do you do there?”

“Just some administrative stuff you know”

You did know

And then he asked you the same questions

“So how about you what do you do?”

And you realized that if you answered then you would end up giving him a lead on who you were and that actually you had met in other circumstances

But like what are you going to do lie???

“I work at K Company”

“Oh right we’re doing some stuff with them these days. Are you involved with that?”

“Um yeah just some pr stuff though I’m not actually on the collab team”

He nodded you know the way you do when you’re like okay nice that’s your life

And then he froze in the middle of stirring the pan

Face just melted in realization

“We already know each other don’t we”

Oh no

You didn’t want to make him feel bad because you didn’t have any hard feelings that he didn’t recognize you

But also you didn’t want to make him feel awkward or threatened because that was how you already felt and you had no intention of holding anything over him

And you didn’t want him to go into business mode either because that was boring

But more importantly this was clearly supposed to be a comfortable space for him and you didn’t want to be an intruder

“I should have said something earlier,” you apologized

What next

What were you supposed to say next huh???

“But you were cute, so…”

NOT THAT

YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT

His ears flushed red and his eyes went wide

Attention went right back to the pan

And yours went back to cutting up the garnishes

“You’re um…”

He cleared his throat

“You’re cute, too”

OH???

This was only week two of cooking class

If anything was supposed to happen here it should have been down the line

No no no none of that nothing was “supposed to happen here”

He was like your boss-in-law that wasn’t allowed

But it wasn’t like you had approached him on purpose knowing who he was

It was kind of him that made the first move right?

Also it wasn’t like you technically met at work or anything so I mean

Maybe if he meant it then you could accept the compliment at least

Looking up as you shredded a carrot, you noticed his ears glowing like traffic lights

He was laser focused on making sure the pan was cooking evenly

“Oh um…thanks”

“Plus I like the way you balance spices” he added

“Oh um…” you repeated, apparently out of things to say “thanks?”

He cleared his throat and let the awkward silence build

For the rest of the class

In fact even as you said goodbye he just gave you a shy wave in return

And you knew you had broken this for him

You debated not going the next week

Or ever again

But also you had the same right to be there as he did and like just because he was some rich ceo heir dude didn’t mean he had more of a claim to that space

If he really wanted he could just hire a personal tutor probably

But still though you felt bad

You saw him at another meeting between your two companies

Yeah he recognized you this time you could tell

You tried very hard to focus on the notes you were taking for the press release stuff

But that was hard when he was making it obvious that he was trying not to look at you

You were starting to think that maybe he wasn’t like actually cool and chic

Maybe he was just raised as a sort of loner type and he was bad at talking to people

And maybe you had sort of tricked him into opening up to you in the cooking class

Whatever he was a rich boy heir to a company why did he need your sympathy??

Also he started it so you didn’t trick him into anything

But did he know that

Perhaps not

When the end of the meeting came he decided to say goodbye to everyone who came personally

(Side note we have a word for say hello (greet) but not say goodbye and this makes me angry every time I remember it)

But yep said goodbye to everyone

Shook their hands and thanked them for coming with a professional smile

But when it came to you it was hard for him to keep up his act

So he shook your hand and made shy eye contact for just a second before he looked back down at your hands

“I’ll see you next time, Miss (L/N)”

You were the last one out and it didn’t seem that anyone from your group was waiting for you

So you felt you had time to reply

“At the next meeting? Or…”

“I was hoping on Saturday,” he responded

“Unless you would rather not”

Oh

So he was okay

Then you were allowed to be okay with it, too, right?

You didn’t have a problem with it unless he did

So you smiled too

“I would like to see you on Saturday, too, actually”

It was like looking through a tinted window, but you could see a bit of the version of him you saw in the kitchen classroom for a second

And you know what.

Yeah okay it was cute

When you told him he was cute the first time you just meant like. It was sweet like aww good for you buddy

But now when your brain told you cute it meant oh dear he’s attractive

That was not ideal

He’s just a dude he’s just a dude

But he’s a rich and handsome dude

Not that the rich and handsome should matter necessarily

Doesn’t hurt

But the cutest things about him were 

1) he was so excited about cooking like passions are super cute

And 2) it kinda looked like he might be interested too? Lol?

Mutual attraction law something something if he’s attracted to you first then like that’s the main thing that attracts you to him?

I believe in the power of that to some extent

Anyway that’s definitely what was going on here

May or may not have kept you up at night a bit

So when Saturday came and he wanted to share a station with you again

Keeping your composure and looking like a sane person that was totally okay with just being friends required 99% of your energy

Unfortunately the topic of the class was not something you could breeze through with the remaining 1%

So you were left either to be an incompetent mess of a student

Or an incompetent mess of a human being

Luckily that was not a conscious choice for you to make

Luckily being used in loosest of ways

And you ended up being both an incompetent mess of a student and a human being anyway so there went everything

Your supposed cooking prowess

Your potential as a friend found in an unlikely place

You were a shame to your ancestors, who had all clearly found love and reproduced if you were alive

How many hundreds of people had lived before you in order for you to be alive

And you couldn’t manage to do the same thing

Sike

He was a terrible mess as well

Both for the cooking and the human-ing aspects of the day

Partnered up at the same cooking station once again

Not even both of your combined efforts could make a successful dish

And the conversation the whole time?

Awkward and stilted enough to have been between two poorly built chatbots

Every time your eyes met it seemed like an accident

By the minute you thought he was handsomer and handsomer

And he kept turning redder than the cherry tomatoes you were supposed to be roasting

But by some miracle

He managed to work up enough conversation skills to ask you to dinner with him

“We didn’t manage to make anything edible today, so should we see how professionals do it?”

And like how can you say no

Turns out he had made a reservation for some super fancy place you’ve never heard of

And your brain is like okay let’s break that down

Fancy place very expensive way out of your budget

But he made the reservation so he planned on paying right?

He made a reservation wow

This was pre planned he wanted to take you to dinner anyway

Regardless of if what you made in the cooking class was edible

That was just an excuse

He wanted to spend more time with you and he had planned on it

Now you were a little scared of rich people shenanigans

So you were still wary of picking up this extremely obvious hint

Like normal boy? Yeah of course he’s into you

Rich boy? He might want something and this is a manipulation tactic

But in class he was a normal boy

He was so down to earth and awkward and cute

So you really wanted to take this at face value

Honestly at this point with any other boy you might have asked him out yourself already

But with rich people there’s a pride factor and you were kind of scared about it

Strangely though pride was not an issue here today

At least in terms of clothing

Neither of you were up to dress code at all for the restaurant because you were coming straight from the cooking class pretty much

But the staff recognized him apparently and they were cool with it?

When you looked at the menu and the prices you wanted to disappear immediately

The cheapest thing on the menu was daunting

But he pulled your menu down from your hands and put it on the table

He flipped a few pages and pointed to a dish

“I wanted to take you here because I thought you would like this one”

Okay yep you got that one loud and clear

This was a date and he wanted to spend time with you on purpose

He had been at a place like this and he had thought of you

Well then.

Guess it was time to let him know you thought of him the same way

You ended up ordering what he suggested for you and he was absolutely right

He also let you try a bite of what he ordered

And that was really good too

“But,” he said, “I don’t think it’s as good as how you might do it”

Challenge accepted

“If we buy the ingredients tonight then maybe we can try to make it tomorrow?”

His eyes lit up and his mouth stretched wide in a smile at your suggestion

And it was a plan

But then you were interrupted by some very well dressed older men

And unfortunately they recognized Hwiyoung

He didn’t seem terribly thrilled by this

But they made him talk to them anyway

They didn’t seem rude but they weren’t being terribly polite either

It felt weird to just sit there but you had no idea how to insert yourself into a rich people interaction

Plus by the way he glanced at you it seemed like he didn’t want to get you involved

But this guy is anti-smooth unfortunately so looking over at you inadvertently drew attention to you as well

And they started asking questions rather disdainfully

As he answered them honestly and with the most positive light he could, you were amazed at the lack of shame these men had in talking about you as if you weren’t there

Or as if you had no right or ability to contest the opinions they were forming about you

It seemed that Hwiyoung was more hurt by this than you were, somehow

When they finally left, he sat down with his business personality

“I think I’ve lost my appetite,” he admitted disappointedly

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t defend you properly, but if I tried, they would use more than their words to tear you down”

You shrugged

“They seem pretty wrapped up in their own importance”

His mouth twisted into a sad snicker

“It’s not a fun world to navigate”

You made a few more jokes at the expense of the rude rich dudes

And it kind of worked to bring him back to you

By this first experience with the upper class, you weren’t particularly fazed

But you wondered, if you stayed by his side, what the tenth encounter might do

The hundredth

The thousandth

You were so jumping the gun but they were valid thoughts to have it you were thinking about dating a guy that lived in this realm of wealth and self-importance

But as you wandered the supermarket aisles with him, picking out ingredients

You also wondered if he couldn’t do anything now because you were still testing the waters

He didn’t seem the type to let comments like that fly under the radar

So you wanted to give him another chance

He walked you back all the way to the front entrance of your apartment building

He could have driven

But, he bashfully admitted, he wanted to spend more time with you

It was hard not to invite him up, but it felt a bit improper

If you were the one storing the groceries, it would have only been natural

But since you would be cooking at his place the next day

And since he had more storage space anyway

He was taking everything with him

You felt sort of bad watching him walk away with like four bags of groceries

But it was also uh

Kind of hot

Plus like he volunteered himself for it he would be fine

The next day he greeted you at the front gate of his (ridiculous) house

With only the boyfriendiest of boyfriend vibes

It already felt like you were official honestly

It was such a weird and fast jump but it felt like you had always been together rather than this being like. Your second date

You spotted some hired workers trying to stay hidden as they spied on you

That was a little weird

But fumbling around and learning to cook this dish was far more captivating

And the boy? Far far far more captivating

It really didn’t feel right that you had only met a few weeks ago

That fact itself was more surprising than the moment you suddenly found yourself inches from him with his hand around your back and his other hand intertwined with yours

And you swayed back and forth to the music that was somehow exactly perfect for the moment

Yeah that just felt natural honestly

Last night you felt improper about letting him up to your apartment

Ha

Now here you were slow dancing in his kitchen

In matching aprons

Yeah you were done for

Head over heels he was your man now

Your free hand magically made its way up to his face and cupped his cheek

He was leaning in and your eyes fluttered closed and then

A timer going off startled you both into remembering what got you here in the first place

So you finished your dish and then sat down to taste test

And he was absolutely right

It was better when you made it together

The smile on his face told you everything you needed to know

The sparkle in his eyes when your eyes met was confirmation

It was so strange the next time your companies had a meeting

Employees on both sides were so confused

Since when did President Kim…….smile

Or speak in a voice that wasn’t monotone

Something changed……weird

By some miracle no one noticed the expressions you two exchanged

Neither of you were being subtle

But I guess if people don’t want to see it then they won’t

And your funny little secret totally flew under the radar

Also the next time you were caught by mean old chaebol men at a restaurant

He kinda let them have it when they tried to make disparaging remarks about you

He was so well-spoken too like you could tell he rehearsed it twelve hundred times in his mirror

They just kinda left with slightly humbled expressions

And he sat down with this disgruntled little huff and apologized to you again

His parents are like “well hmmm you’re not exactly who we hoped he would end up with…..”

You could see it in his eyes Hwiyoung was ready to go off on them

But then they were like “but. this is weird. we raised the boy and nothing but cooking ever makes him smile this much. welcome to the family”

Now he’s self conscious about how much he gets excited apparently because HE didn’t think he was that stonefaced

(You totally were babe. I almost didn’t recognize you the first time we met)

(It’s work!!!! Why do I have to be excited about business!!!!!!)

But he’s YOUR stonefaced ceo chef boyfriend so

He supposes it doesn’t matter that much as long as you like him that way

Anyway once again I shall leave you with your first kiss

It happened the same day as when you went over to his house to make that dish

After you had eaten you could tell he was a little nervous about something and you couldn’t figure out what it was

Were you accidentally being mean to him and you thought you were being flirty

You didn’t think so but now you were nervous about it

No turns out he was just thinking about how you totally would have kissed if that stupid timer had gone off even like five seconds later

And he was trying to find an entry point back into that mood because he was kind of scared to just like. kiss you

Anyway he ended up mumbling that when you asked him if he was okay and you barely caught any of it

But you managed to catch the message

So you asked him if he had a good view of the sky from anywhere in his house

Yes he did have a nice balcony with a perfect view of the sunset

So you let him take advantage of the slightly chilly spring evening and the golden hour

And he kissed you properly

Chani

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