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choi seung hyun/t.o.p selfies • part one

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just choi seung hyun being extremely hot and perfect

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS | THANOS

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cw: cnc, college! thanos, college! reader, BULLYING, degradation, groping, recording, harassment, minor noncon, daddy kink, oral, allusions to virgin! reader, pussy inspections, innocent reader, coercion, reader and thanos are both of age, somno, voyeurism, rough sex, backshots, raw sex, MDNI

synopsis: college! thanos as the sweet reader's bully

college bully! thanos resents the way you walk around campus. You're nothing like him. So prim and proper and graceful. You're the type of girl most mothers would rejoice over if her son brought you home.

college bully! thanos scowls every time he sees you prance through the halls. You’re always surrounded by a big group of people. It infuriates him to see that you're so adored, by professors, TA's, other students... all gushing over you like you’re some prized heifer.

In college bully! thanos' mind, it's impossible for someone to be so perfect. You're popular, of course, in the student council, in too many clubs for him to keep track of, you're in a nice, fancy program that he couldn't get accepted into if he sold his soul to the admission's office, and worst of all, you're so fucking pretty.

Pretty enough to make his heart stop when he sees you. Pretty enough for him to drop what he's doing and stare at you.

college bully! thanos gets pissed when he sees that you pretend like you have no fucking clue what kind of effect you have on him. Like you don’t realize how everyone gawks at you. Like you don’t notice how even he, big, brooding, mean him, gets fucking tongue-tied if you so much as look his way.

Nothing in life has ever been fair to him, but somehow, looking at you makes him feel the bitter sting of it more than ever.

And it pisses him off.

college bully! thanos is dumb. He knows he is. School never came easy to him. It’s a fucking miracle he even got into college, but that miracle doesn’t mean shit when he spends every semester barely scraping by.

And you? You’re perfect. Perfect grades. Perfect reputation. Perfect fuckable body.

You don’t deserve it. And so he shows you you don't.

college bully! thanos makes your life miserable to show you what struggle is. At least, that's what he tells himself. He's only doing it to put you in your place. Nothing more.

You can't go anywhere anymore without running into him, because he ensures you meet him at least three times a day. He doesn't just tease or mock you, though. He puts his hands on you.

It started normal. Tripping you in the halls and tugging your hair in lectures and tugging the fabric of your thong when he's walking behind you and snapping it against your skin, and when you turn to him and whimper and ask him to stop, he just tells you that you're imagining things to find excuses to talk to him.

"What, you tryna throw yourself at me now?" college bully! thanos laughs meanly, giving your waist a hard squeeze after he catches you when you're falling because he tripped you. "Didn’t know you were that desperate, princess."

You squeak in surprise, feeling the warmth of his big hands on your body. You barely knew him before he just decided he wanted to bully you, and you can't figure out what his problem with you is. You've never even spoken to him, after all, and he just decided one day that he hated you and wanted to punish you. Your sweet little brain can’t grasp the fact that college bully! thanos is so hot for you that it makes him angry.

college bully! thanos couldn’t keep his hands off you if he tried. He waits outside your lectures just to grope at your soft body while degrading you, pushes his crotch up against your ass when he’s behind you in line.

"Why so tense, princess?" he murmurs, voice a lazy drawl. "Ain’t like I’m gonna bite." And then, just because he can, he smacks your ass. Hard enough for the flesh to jiggle and bounce back into place in a way that dumbs his brain down a whole lot.

You whip around, cheeks burning, lips parted to yell, and he just grins. Like he owns you. Like he knows you won’t do shit about it. You’re too sweet. Too much of a pushover. "Su-bong..!" you whisper-shout weakly. "You… y-you can’t just do that in public! it’s indecent…"

college bully! thanos cuts you off like you shouldn’t have the right to talk back to him. "Damn," he muses, tilting his head. "You make a noise like that in bed, baby?" And then he leaves. Leaves you standing there, humiliated, flustered, furious.

college bully! thanos knows you’re the type of girl he’s not supposed to have. The type of girl who’d laugh if he ever tried to ask you out. The type of girl who probably spreads her legs for rich frat boys who drive nice cars and have bright futures lined up for them. You’d never be with him.

And that upsets him. The thought of you being anyone’s but his makes him really really fucking mad.

So college bully! thanos voices it everytime he sees you.

"Bet you think you’re real fucking special, huh?" His voice is low, condescending, right next to your ear. "Walkin’ around like some untouchable little angel. But we both know you’re just a spoiled, cock-hungry brat."

You jerk against his hold, struggling as tears build in your waterline. Your hands fly up to push against his chest, but it’s useless, because he’s solid and strong and so big compared to you. Your lip wobbles with frustration.

You don’t know how or why this is happening to you, but you can’t do anything about it. He said he’d fuck you stupid if you told anyone, and so you keep your mouth shut the best you can.

"L–let me go," you stammer, embarrassed and scared. He shoves you into one of the bathrooms as soon as you say it, locking you together in a stall. He lowers himself to be eye level with you and gets in your face, sneering. 

"Bet you’ve let half the guys in this school bend you over already," college bully! thanos hisses, fingers digging into the plush of your hips, feeling how fucking soft you are. It makes his stomach churn. "How many professors did you have to suck off to get those perfect grades, sweetheart?"

You suck in a sharp breath, your hands shaking as you look up at him.

college bully! thanos is so mean. You work hard for your grades, and that’s the truth! You wouldn’t want people thinking otherwise. Thinking that you’d debase yourself to selling your body for an A that you didn’t deserve. "You know I don’t do that, Su-Bong," You say weakly, your voice wavering. You don’t want to cry. 

college bully! thanos slides a hand lower, gripping a handful of your ass through your little skirt, squeezing like it belongs to him. You let out a soft gasp, trying to twist out of his grip, but his other hand is already fisting in your hair, forcing your head back to look up at him.

college bully! thanos can’t stop. Not when you smell this good. Not when you feel this nice against him. Not when your body is practically molded against his front, and his cock is already swelling up and getting stiff just from the way you’re shaking under his hands.

"You can cut the innocent act," he breathes, his grip tightening on your hair just enough to sting. "You know exactly what you are. And so does every guy on this campus. So I might as well get the same treatment, right princess? It’s only fair," 

And with that, he lowers you down to your knees and makes you suck his cock for your whole study period in the dingy boys washroom when anyone could walk in and hear the gluk gluk gluk sounds of your mouth being fucked by your own bully.

Not to mention, college bully! thanos records you. Naturally.

college bully! thanos makes you give him your number and sends you the video of you choking on his fat cock and threatens to send it to the school administration if you keep ignoring him and pretending like you're too good for him. You hastily respond, begging, for him not to share it and that it'll destroy you. He wasn't going to share it, obviously, because it's intimate and special to him and he wants it all to himself, but your begging does something to him that he likes a whole lot.

college bully! thanos always spent whatever free time he has milking his cock and fucking his fist to your social media and tagged photos, and now that he has something over you, he can get even better material with no hassle. He makes you have phone sex with him, makes you send him voice notes of you calling him daddy and begging him to fill you up with his cream, and makes you send him nudes.

Then, because college bully! thanos considers himself a gentleman, he rewards you by sending flowers to your dorm, as well as candy and chocolate, stuffed animals, and pretty underwear with a note in the box asking you to send pictures of you in them.

When college bully! thanos sees you in person though, he's on you instantly like a rabid dog, kissing you so hard and so deep that you have to take several seconds to catch your breath when it's over. He makes lewd comments about the stuff you send him and makes you thank him for not sharing it.

"What do you say, beautiful?"

You flush warmly, looking away, but he shakes his head and grabs your neck in his hand, turning your head to face him. "Look at me when you say it. Or else."

You swallow thickly and look right in his eyes. "T-thank you daddy..."

college bully! thanos is gross. He eventually brings you up to his dorm and just lays down with his face between your legs so he can smell your pretty little pussy and do inspections on you.

Your face is flushed and you hide yourself in your arms as he noses at your pussy. "N-ngh... d-daddy... d-do we have to do this?"

He scowls and slides a thick finger inside you, pumping it in and out slowly and watching how your tight pussy sucks his digit in and out like a vice, all while he inhales the scent of your arousal. "Obviously, dummy. Gotta make sure my baby hasn't been around with anyone else. Everyone wants to fuck my girl and I'm not letting them."

college bully! thanos says he's just making sure that your puffy little hole is undefiled and fresh, but then his pussy inspections always end up in him slurping on your cunt like a man starved. He makes you cum on his face at least twice a day.

college bully! thanos doesn't tell you that he always nuts in his boxers when he's eating you out because you taste heavenly. He can never calm down and still his hips when he's tasting you. He has to hump the mattress like a puppy.

college bully! thanos wasn't planning to fuck you. He wanted to, badly, but he knew that if he went all the way, he'd get so fucking attached and wouldn't ever want to leave you. He already knew he was starting to like you way too much.

college bully! thanos would wake up to you, since he made you sleep in his dorm every night and fall asleep to kissing you and holding you, be with you all day, groping, touching, sucking on your tongue, and your tits, and your pussy, and fall asleep to you with you on his chest.

He'd never tell you he liked you, but it seemed like you were starting to too. You weren't resistant anymore. You'd ask to hold hands when he was sucking on your clit. You gave him kisses and helped him with his school work.

God, you did dangerous things to college bully! thanos, and he didn't like it.

But then, one day, college bully! thanos saw some stupid fucking idiot hugging up on you and you were giggling and letting him hold your ass like some stupid little whore. How could you be so clueless? You were his! How did you not realize this guy wanted the same from you? You couldn't belong to two people. Thanos knew his guy was trying to make a move on you and he was going to make sure he'd regret it.

college bully! thanos got the boy's name from you, and while you were sleeping that night, he opened your phone and texted him. From your messages, it seemed like you two were old friends. Maybe from high school. Maybe family friends. He didn't care. No one but him could touch you. No one but him could look at you.

college bully! thanos texted the boy that you needed help and to come to your dorm immediately, and in the meantime, he gently turned you onto your back, stroking your soft, shiny hair with one hand and gently groping your tits with his other hand. His cock twitched at the little sleepy mewls that left your mouth, and he shushes you softly and begins to pull down your panties. He forbade you from wearing pants when you were sleeping beside him.

college bully! thanos pries your legs apart and removes your shirt. His mouth waters as your full, perky boobs are on display for him, and the way your nipples harden at the feeling of the cool air hitting them. He licks a broad stripe over one of them, sucking one into his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop, before slobbering on both of them at once.

In the meantime, college bully! thanos sticks his fingers, two at a time, in your sopping little pussy, stretching you and getting you nice and wet for his cock. He guides your little hands to his fat fucking cock, half hard already, and makes you jerk him off so he can put his cock in you as soon as possible.

By the time your idiot cuck friend gets to your dorm, which he left unlocked, he finds you bent over, facing the door. drool, snot, and tears coat your face as he pulls your hair back so you can look at him. Your friend freezes, making eye contact with you as Thanos stretches you out with each thrust, pounding into you hard.

college bully! thanos has one thumb in your butt, watching you clench down on him as you babble incoherently. His heavy balls slap against your dripping pussy with each thrust, fucking you into a dumb little mess in front of the same boy you used to play with in primary school.

Your body jolts with each thrust, ass bouncing back against his cock as your pussy sucks him in greedily. You're hardly coherent, drool dripping down your chin while your friend watches in disbelief, a hand discreetly rubbing at the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Su!" You cry out, moaning loudly. You've never been fucked like this before. Not with a cock so fat, not by a guy who acted like he hated your guts and wanted you all to himself at the same time. He tugs your hair back a little tighter. "That's right, princess, tell your little friend who makes you feel so good…"

"Ngh…" Your tongue lolls out of your mouth. Thanos' cock plunges so deep inside you that you can swear you can feel him in your womb. Your legs shake as you struggle to accommodate his size. "Daddy does…mmh- m-makes me feel s’good,” you slur out your words like you’re drunk off him.

He can feel you tightening around him, your pussy fluttering and clenching desperately as the his cock fills you. His thumb presses roughly against your puckered hole, applying pressure. Your friend finally catches his bearings enough to stumble out of the room with flushed cheeks and a stiff cock.

college bully! thanos tells you to be his girlfriend right after he fills you to the hilt with his cum.

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Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x english speaking reader who try to learn korean for him but fails at first cause learning knew language is hard ?

Yess! I love this idea!! I just hope you don't mind a little twist added! This was just too cute and I just had to make it into a series!!<333 So with Reader also being a performer, just think along the lines of Brittney Spears vibes, just younger :0

All for show 1/? - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x Amercian! Pop-Star! Reader

Summary: After meeting at an award show, Seung Hyun notices international pop-star, Y/n L/n was mainly all for show in the spotlight.

Warnings: Your manager is 100% a dick in this, him trying to sexualize the reader before Seung Hyun fixes it for you <3

Whenever you were invited to guest perform at a music awards show, you were excited to accept the offer, you were in your off year from tours, and shows, so you were itching to get back on stage. You always loved being on stage, it wasn't that you loved attention, or were fame hungry, quite the opposite, actually. You just loved doing what you found fun, and that was dancing and singing, while also having fun with fans during your shows, your agency, just liked to make it look like you were hungry for the attention and male gaze.

Flying to America for one of their award shows, was odd for the boys, not knowing they had actually been nominated for one of the 'highest streaming' awards, The four were excited, practically bouncing around in their seats as they went over show plans and the line-up for the award show. "Holy shit, They're going to have the one girl there, uh!..Shit! Seung Hyun's favorite person to dance to while drunk!" Tae-Yang shouted, trying his best to think of your name "Y/n L/n!" Ji-Yong smiled, having multiple of your songs in his playlist, he didn't care if your choreography and songs didn't fit into the usual K-pop female music, yours diving way more into sexual topics and themes, but you weren't in K-pop, you were an American singer, meaning you could get away with a lot more. "I bet she's awesome in person! Have you seen her on stage!?" Dae-Sung gasped, leaning over the first class seat, looking at the line-up that Tae-Yang had pulled up.

As you walked into the giant room, you'd be performing and rehearsing in, you smiled brightly "I'm so excited! I just hope management approved the outfits I submitted" You said excitedly, holding your best friend's hand tightly, she was actually your assistant, but who cared? You were around each other enough to be considered best friends. "I'm sorry, Y/n..." She whispered, motioning to your dressing room, you sighed walking back to see the clothing rack sitting proudly in the center of the room, of course they wouldn't approve it, why would you ever be allowed to wear pants? You pouted walking over to the rack, your face twisting with disgust as you saw the extremely short spandex shorts, rhinestones and colored jewels covering the cheap fabric underneath, paired with nothing but basically a bra covered in the same rhinestones and jewels. Moving it to the side, you felt a little better, seeing somewhat of a bodysuit, the only difference being, the pant legs of it being cut off into the same shortness as the shorts from before, at least this time you would have more coverage up top.

Making your way to your rehearsals, you waved to the sound workers, making sure your microphone was taped down on your cheek securely, before making your way onto the stage, nodding your head to the intro of your song "Are we doing full effort? Or just running through?" You asked softly, looking towards the stage manager and your manager "Let's just do full effort, You haven't performed in over six months? You're rusty" He replied, you just shot him a glare, rolling your eyes before starting your choreography, singing softly with your backtrack that played through the speakers at the side of the stage.

The boys tried their best to calmly walk inside, jumping up and down for a moment in excitement as they heard music echoing from down the hall, as they made their way closer, following the stage tech to the giant room, Seung Hyun's eyes immediately landing on you as you made your way down to the edge of the stage. You were more breathtaking in person, even in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, you still danced and dropped to the ground like it was absolutely nothing for you. As the music played in the background, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, you just continued to jump along to it, throwing your arms up as the beat faded out. The four boys quickly clapped loudly, bowing towards you as you turned your attention to them "Oh my god! I didn't know other people were here! I'm so sorry! I knew we should've just ran through it like usual" You apologized before turning to scold your manager, the boys just chuckled and protested "No! No! You're okay! That was amazing!" Seung Hyun argued, Dae-Sung smiling and nodding in agreement "Yea, we just got here! We're big fans!" He smiled, causing Seung Hyun to lightly smack his arm, not wanting to blow his cover of acting cool around you. "Awe! Thank you! I've heard your guys' music too, I have it in all of my workout playlists" You giggled, stepping down off of the stage, ignoring your managers protests that you still had one more song to run before you could run off. "BigBang right? Ji-Yong...Dae-Sung, Tae-Yang, and....Do you prefer Top or Seung Hyun?" You giggled, recalling their names the best you could, watching as each boy blushed brightly as your name fell from their lips. Each boy had their own crush on you for different reasons, but all of them fell almost under the same category, your confidence, especially whenever it came to your music videos and performances.

"U-Um..You can call me Seung Hyun" He smiled softly, watching as you smiled brightly, covering your cheeks slightly as you blushed slightly, his smile was even cuter in person. "Nice to meet you boys, I'm Y/n..as you know.." You giggled awkwardly, groaning as you heard the beginning of your song start to play, turning to flip your manager off before walking back to the stage. You two had a love-hate relationship, mainly hate, but with you being the biggest pop-star under your manager's contracts, he couldn't afford to lose you, and you were too big of a people pleaser to leave. Strutting around the stage to the music, you nodded your head lazily, it was your biggest song, so you had done the song and choreography a million times before. "Y/n." Your manager warned, you just rolled your eyes towards him before moving your arms, dragging your hands across your chest before flicking your hands with the beat of the music. As you kneeled down, you shot a glare to your manager, knowing damn well your ass would be on full view during this part if you wore either outfit you had, you rolled onto your hands and knees, crawling towards the edge of the stage for a few counts of the song, before rolling onto your back, bending on knee up as you rested a hand in your hair, panting loudly "I'm not doing that, and you can't force me, Christopher" You demanded, popping up to your feet "You will, or you can be on hiatus for another year" He threatened, narrowing your eyes as you marched towards him, you felt your blood boiling, how dare he threaten that? Whenever you've given the last eight years of your life to him, signing on with him at sixteen, and still staying at 24, even if you were tired of his shit. "You have me half naked on stage and on national television!" You shouted, jabbing his chest quickly, he was quick to catch your finger, holding it as he glared you down.

Seung Hyun clenched his fists, not liking the way your interaction seemed to be going, but Ji-Yong just stopped him from moving forward any "We have our arguments with YG, she has hers" He whispered, watching from afar as you yanked your hand away from your managers huffing loudly "It always responds better with audiences if you're dressed more revealing" You manager smirked, trying to keep his voice low as more of the artists started showing up, you just felt yourself become more angry, of course he was going to make it like you were the problem now. "I'm not wearing it, or I'm not doing the choreography." You snapped before storming towards your dressing room, feeling like you needed to leave before you ended up punching his stupid face. As you sat on your sofa, you glared harshly at the two outfits hanging on the rack, and then the one you had in your bag as a spare, the one you originally wanted. It was nothing special, just a pair of jeans and a crop-top that had come from your merch line that you had customized to be one of a kind by adding rips and adding pieces of your own Jewlery to it, along with a loose oversized flannel to go over.

You never noticed the knocking on your door, or your assistant letting in the tall K-pop star "If you keep glaring that hard, you might be lucky enough to cause them to catch fire" Seung Hyun noted, causing you to jump, turning your attention towards him as you caught your breath from the slight scare "Sorry! I'm so sorry, Aein!" He apologized quickly, he didn't mean to frighten you, he just wanted to make sure you were alright, and didn't need a teammate to kick your managers ass. "A..en?" You questioned, tilting your head as you continued to try and repeat the word, you weren't sure if he had just forgotten your name, or if it was some type of insult or compliment in Korean "Aein, It's um..Sweetheart" He replied, suddenly becoming flustered by his own flirty nickname for you "Oh...Ain" You tried, letting your head fall as you giggled "That's still not right is it?" You asked giggling, watching as Seung Hyun shook his head smiling "Aein.." He said slower this time, sounding out each syllable, watching as you nodded closely, excited to learn a new way to speak to others, and your fans from Korea. "Aein..You're an Aein too?" You questioned, he just laughed softly as your attempt, nodding as you finally somewhat pronounced it right "Very close, so, what's going on with grandpa out there?" He asked playfully, sitting on the chair across from you, you sighed looking at him "I'm sure you don't want to hear about all of that" You sighed, glancing at your watch, four hours until show time, Seung Hyun just shook his head sighing "Maybe I do?" He questioned, smiling a bit as you tilted your head "You know..I don't..sleep with other artists right?..That was a rumor-" Seung Hyun was quick to cut your nervous tone off "No! Aein, I just want to make sure you're alright!" He smiled, watching as you tilted your head even more before slowly sitting back on the couch "That's my manager, Chris, he's a good guy, just a man" You huffed before turning to look at the K-pop Idol that sat in front of you "No offense, I just mean, he fits that stereotypical, womanizer, asshole" You explained watching as he giggled and nodded at your cautiousness, whatever training agency you went through must've trained you for PR well especially if you were cautious around other celebrities in private. "He's got me in those outfits, dancing like I was, and everybody will see everything and It's going on tv so it will always be out there" You huffed, resting your head in your hands as you tried your best not to cry, you weren't really ever this emotional, but you felt trapped, like you had no options.

"Hey, hey, it's okay" Seung Hyun replied, moving quickly to sit next to you, rubbing your back gently as you tried your best to not cry. "I don't know what to do, and I'm crying to a man I just met" You huffed, laughing at yourself softly, glancing up to your vanity mirror huffing loudly "I look so fucking stupid" You whispered, trying to wipe the tears and makeup off of your face, that's whenever Seung Hyun first noticed that whenever you were on stage, it was all for show, while you might've been confident, you didn't seem as confident as you were. "You don't, I think you're just, stressed right now" He whispered, growing frustrated as he tried to think of the words to explain that you were alright and all idols get like that, but his mind was blanking, only thinking of them in his own language. You took a deep breath, giving Seung Hyun a soft smile "That's sweet, but there's nothing shaking my opinion, anyways, what're you doing in here?" You asked, realizing as your emotions started to calm, Seung Hyun never really stated why he was there "Well, at first I was just checking on you, but now, after hearing your outfit situation, I think I have an idea" He smirked playfully, standing up as he grabbed your drink off of your vanity walking over to your outfits before raising his eyebrows “ready?” He asked, trying to hide his smile as you giggled evilly, knowing this was going to piss your manager off “do ittt!” You shouted watching as he pretended to trip in order to spill your drink on your performing outfits “oh nooo! You can’t wear them anymore!” He said sarcastically, laughing, watching as you giggled loudly standing up “I guess I’ll just have to wear my spare then" You laughed playfully, getting your spare outfit, laying it over the back of the couch, smiling as Seung Hyun set the cup back down turning to face you.

"That was really sweet" You smiled softly, nudging his arm gently as you nodded towards the speaker that sat installed in the ceiling as it chimed in to let you know they were calling someone on stage for rehearsals "BigBang members, please make your way to the stage" The speaker said, before repeating the phrase one more time, Seung Hyun smiling sadly at you "See you later?" He asked softly, you giggled a bit, acting like you were thinking hard "I don't know...I don't normally let fans in my dressing rooms" You giggled softly, Seung Hyun gasped looking at you in shock "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Yes, You'll see me later" You giggled softly, holding onto the door as you watched Seung Hyun take a slight step out before looking at you "Got it..and Y/n?...No matter what you wear?..I think you're yeppeo" He whispered softly, smiling softly as you gave him the same confused expression as before "I'm..awesome?" You giggled playfully, watching as he chuckled softly, a blush rising to his cheeks "It means...pretty or beautiful" He replied, doing his best to translate for you, giggling softly you covered your face "See you later, Seung Hyun" You whispered, watching as he waved goodbye, before walking towards stage with his friends.

As you sat on the couch, in your dressing room, you wondered why you were so suddenly drawn to the K-pop star, he was tall, and very attractive, but there was just something else about him. Maybe it was the fact, that everybody in the world was sure that you were full of yourself and had an ego bigger than the universe, but Seung Hyun seemed to see straight through that, seeing you for who you really were. A stuck, insecure, sweet, shy 24 year old, that just wanted to do best for your fans, not worrying about anything other than that. As you tilted your head slightly, you decided to try your best to learn some common lines in Korean, wanting to be able to communicate better with the boys while you're here, especially Seung Hyun. As Seung Hyun finally entered your dressing room again, he laughed, noticing your state, that was the exact same as last time, except your glare was set on your laptop. "Aein? I can't pour a drink on that" He joked playfully, you just let yourself fall back "Well, I'm trying to learn this, but I can't seem to fucking pronounce that" You huffed loudly, handing your laptop over to the taller man, Seung Hyun couldn't contain his blush as he noticed the phrase you had typed out in English, Korean, and the pronunciations for each word. 'You guys did amazing, best rapper I've ever met'

You both ended up sitting there for the rest of the three hours you had before the show started, Seung Hyun helping you learn different phrases in Korean, even some of their songs, so you could follow along with them as they performed. You would all be rushed from the red carpet, straight to performing, you knew you were the last to perform, before you and the boys announced the winners, you both being the biggest names there. As you watched the boys perform, your eyes were trained on Seung Hyun, watching in awe as he moved around the stage, his deep voice echoing through the microphone as he rapped quickly, his eyes catching yours for a moment as he passed. He could feel his heart flutter whenever he caught your gaze, seeing how amazed you looked, while only looking at him. As you swapped places, and did your set, you smiled at Seung Hyun, looking at him, any chance you got as your manager was silently raging from the side of the stage at your outfit change. As your performance ended, and you all wrapped up the awards show, you smiled at Seung Hyun "Going back home, Aein?" You smiled, proud of yourself for properly pronouncing the nickname, Seung Hyun gave you a similar proud smile "That was perfect! And yea...we are" He whispered softly, grabbing your hands gently, moving to bid you a farewell before you were quick to wrap your arms around him in a hug. "Thank you for helping me tonight, Seung Hyun, You're a good person, and I hope I get the chance to see you again" You whispered, squeezing him slightly as he hugged you back "Anytime, Aein, Seriously, I'm sure I can spill a lot more drinks, especially if it means more of the Y/n, I saw tonight. You seemed so happy, about everything" He smiled playfully, rubbing your back before pulling away, you smiled a bit rocking on your feet, never had you ever had someone read you so well, so quickly, yet here Seung Hyun was, reading you like every secret and insecurity was exposed for him to see, without you ever saying a word.

"I'm always happy to perform.. I just, Don't want to show off my body in order to feel loved and accepted" You shrugged softly before sighing "But, that's show-biz, is it not?" You joked, watching as Seung Hyun sighed softly "There are people who love and accept you for exactly who you are, Y/n, you've just got to hold out and wait" He whispered, cupping your cheek gently before giving you a soft smile "I had my manager contact your manager, so you should be getting my number soon" He smiled softly, bidding you one last goodbye before his manager pulled him away so they could make their flight back home. Seung Hyun could feel his heart drop, and his chest feel heavier as he walked away, he wanted to stay with you longer, just a few hours, wasn't enough for him, he wanted to hear you talk forever, learn everything about you. As he went to get into the car they had to take them to the airport, you stopped him for one last hug "Be safe.. Okay?" You whispered, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away "I will, Aein, just for you" He whispered, smiling as he watched you covered your blush quickly with your hands, giggling softly, you swatted at his arm gently "Are you flirting with me?" You giggled as he climbed into the car "Only if you want me too" Seung Hyun joked playfully, you just giggled loudly, shaking your head playfully as you sighed "You're too cute, Seung Hyun, message me whenever you land, please?" You whispered, standing back so the other boys could file into the car "I will, Aein, get inside before you freeze" He replied sweetly, his tone slightly demanding as you shivered from the chilly fall breeze. Nodding as you laughed softly, moving back towards the doors, waving the boys goodbye as the car pulled away.

"You like him!~" Your assistant sang out, approaching from behind, you just blushed brightly as you turned around "He's so charming! It's like he knows me without knowing me! He even invited me to an art show in a few months!" You squealed excitedly, your assistant squealing with you, happy to see you this excited again, especially since your off year started. "Ooo~ Y/n L/n and K-Pop Idol, T.O.P, I like it" Your manager cheered as he approached "Noo! Keep your grimy little PR fingers away from him! Private life things!" You groaned, watching as he laughed as your actions "Honey nothing is a private life in the Music industry" He replied, causing your assistant and you both to roll your eyes, your assistant quick to step forward "Christopher, So help me, if you interfere with this, or ruin it for our girl, I will kill you, sound good?" She threatened lowly, you nodded your head as he glanced at you, sighing as he sent over a forwarded message of Seung Hyun's number "There, if anything I helped her" He sassed, you just giggled excitedly, pulling your phone out, knowing exactly what he meant as you immediately started to message your new friend, and growing crush.

'Hey! <3 It's Y/n, It's going to be about 10k for those outfits :)'

'10K!? What were they made out of?'

'I'm kidding! <33 Miss you already, bestie, hanging out isn't fun whenever you're not here'

'Aww Aein, you're too kind <3'

You giggled reading his message, carrying your phone close to your chest as you made your way out to the car, your driver taking you back home as you patiently waited for a message from Seung Hyun saying he landed. Excited to hear from again, even if it was just through text messages, he still managed to make you feel more seen than everybody ever has.

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𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀-𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗏𝗌. 𝖳.𝖮.𝖯 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖧𝖢

Highly requested Choi Seunghyun vs. T.O.P smut HCs! This man is so damn fine and I need him badly.

Warnings: smutty smut smut. MDNI. 18+, breeding kink

Choi Seunghyun

❁ Seunghyun, who always picks up dinner for you on his way home, excited to sit on the couch and watch a movie with you.

❁ Seunghyun, who refuses to buy you your own hoodies because you're just so stinkin' cute in his. He loves how big they are on you.

❁ Seunghyun, who could never get close enough to you. He'd lay in your lap and pick up your hand, placing it in his hair so you'd play with it. He'd reach inside your hoodie, his hands roaming your stomach and breasts, not in a sexual way, he just needed the skin to skin contact.

❁ Seunghyun, who loved sleeping naked with you, because again, he needs that skin to skin contact, it makes his dreams feel real.

❁ Seunghyun, who always brings you to the studio with him so he can show you the new music he's been working on. His eyes lit up every time you praised his work.

❁ Seunghyun, who loved the way you fell asleep in his lap, clinging to him like a spider monkey while he finished editing his songs. He loved carrying you to bed and tucking you in.

❁ Seunghyun, who loved your body so much. When the two of you got intimate, he took his sweet time exploring every inch of your body. And I'm not talking normal fan fic stuff. This man would take a good hour showing love to every part of you, making sure you felt worshipped. Sometimes you almost got angry because god you were just so fucking horny.

❁ Seunhyun, who got lost in making out with your pussy because you tasted so damn sweet.

❁ Seunghyun, who would hold your hands over your head as he grinded into you, holding eye contact with you even as he kissed you because your eyes were just so pretty.

❁ Seunghyun, who whimpered when he felt you clench around him, his release soon following because god he loved the way your body needed him.

❁ Seunghyun, who'd run a bath for the two of you and sit silently as you leaned back against him, peppering kisses on top of your head and temples as he ran soap over your body.

❁ Seunghyun, who clung to you so tightly when you slept together, because he just needed you more than anything.

T.O.P

☆ TOP, who was protective and possessive over you. His hands never leaving your body when you were out in public.

☆ TOP, who broke a mans jaw for trying to grope you.

☆ TOP, who was fucking dominant.

☆ TOP, who's demeanor changed around the paparazzi when you were with him. He had a primal instinct to protect you.

☆ TOP, who loved to tease you in public. Brushing his fingers over your clothed pussy under the dinner table, telling you to settle down when your breath hitched.

☆ TOP, who'd say, "We're at a business dinner, Y/n. Compose yourself." He'd mutter as he pressed harder against your core.

☆ TOP, who loved watching you squirm in public.

☆ TOP, who prayed you'd crack because that means he gets to punish you when you get home.

☆ TOP, who tsked at you the second you walked through the door. Loving the way you looked up at him with those big innocent eyes. "Strip." He'd say, as he removed the watch from his wrist. "You didn't settle down when I told you to, did you?"

☆ TOP, who watched you with hungry eyes as your dress fell to the floor. "On your knees."

☆ TOP, who loved how you did exactly as he said, you looked so cute on the floor looking up with him at him with needy eyes.

☆ TOP, who'd throat fuck you relentlessly, telling you you were such an obedient girl as he watched your mascara run down your face.

☆ TOP, who'd throw you over his knee, landing relentless spankings on your pretty little ass until your cheeks turned red. He loved the way you whimpered.

☆ TOP, who'd pick you up and throw your legs over his shoulders as he slid you down on his cock, the pressure was almost too overwhelming.

☆ TOP, who'd fuck up into you, loving the way your tits bounced as you came undone around him.

☆ TOP, who'd cum deep inside you and force you to sit upside down after because the man had a breeding kink and he wanted to make sure you got pregnant.

☆ TOP, who'd light a cigarette as he sat next to you, making sure none of his cum spilled out of you, using his thumb to push back in any that threatened to spill out.

☆ TOP, who when he decided you'd been a good girl for him, would take you to the shower and clean you up.

☆ TOP, who'd make sure you were tucked sweetly in bed, admiring his pretty girl, before he stepped out for his final cigarette of the night.

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#—“She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl ive ever seen.”

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Baby boy

Character: Choi Seunghyun x female!reader, their 2 year old, Min-joon

Summary: He comes home with a bunch of toys for Min-Joon and of course a little gift for his Mama (you) too

Warnings: none

You heard the front door before you saw him—his keys jingling, the soft click of it swinging open, and then “Jooonie~ Appa’s home!” in that singsong voice he only used when he was talking to your son.

Min-Joon was already scrambling off the couch, socks slipping on the hardwood as he bolted for the door like a rocket. You smiled, setting aside the folded laundry to peek around the corner.

And there he was—Choi Seung-Hyun, arms full of chaos.

He was barely inside the entryway, holding at least three big shopping bags in one hand and a large dinosaur plush tucked under the other arm. Your toddler squealed.

“Appa! What’s that??"

“This?” he said, crouching to Min-Joon’s level, the plushie already being hugged fiercely, “This is Mr. Chomp. He eats bad dreams for breakfast.”

“And this!” He opened one bag with a flourish. “Coloring books, new crayons, bath toys, and... surprise surprise… a tiny piano. Because my boy is a musical genius like his Appa.”

You were leaning against the doorway now, arms crossed but grinning. “Are you trying to bribe him or spoil him into early chaos?”

He turned to you, smile softening. “Both.”

Min-Joon had already disappeared with the dino and the piano, making loud music(?) in the living room.

Seung-Hyun stood and walked toward you, pulling something small from his coat pocket.

“For Eomma,” he murmured.It was a little box—nothing fancy. Inside was a silver necklace with a charm shaped like a tiny star, engraved with the initials E + A + J. (Eomma, Appa, Joonie)

Your breath caught.

“Just a little something,” he said, brushing your hair back behind your ear. “For being the heart of this house. For loving him. For loving me.”

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

He held you there, quietly rocking back and forth, and you knew—whether he brought home ten toys or none at all—you already had everything you needed.

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Nah cause why thanos so goddamn FINE?!😫 anyway, a little headcannon of a fem s/o who can forget a lot of things or will just stare into speaks then forget what the hell she was doing but can remember the experience of thanos and her fucking or making out. It would be so funny I swear

OH of course <3333 We love a forgetful reader

*You'd first run into Thanos during your picture taking process, him immediately taking a liking to your gentle shy nature

*He wouldn't understand how someone like you ended up in the games until he noticed how often you forgot what you were doing, and how often you lost things

*After witnessing you forget the rules for the six legged game he became protective over you, making sure he was always close to remind you of any rules or things you needed to do

*Nam-Gyu obviously found it annoying his friend was more concerned with some girl rather than their plan to win, but Thanos was always quick to put him in his place.

*You weren't the type for bathroom sex, but whenever Thanos dragged you to the bathroom the next night after mingle you decided you weren't the same type of person you used to be.

*After your very intimate night with Thanos you seemed to zone out a lot than before, causing your group leader to worry about you the more you risked your life

*Further into the games, Thanos would start to notice you blushing cheeks anytime you zoned out

*"What're you thinking about, senorita?" He'd ask the next time he'd catch you zoned out, his voice being the thing to pull you back to reality from you night with him.

*You'd immediately become a blushing mess as you looked around, noticing you were standing within your team as they ate "S-Sorry, what was I doing?" You'd apologize

*Thanos would smirk at your flustered expression, thinking it was cute how flustered you'd get after being called out on zoning out.

*Whenever you'd pick your partners for the last game you weren't expecting you choice would save you life

*You'd be so close to winning before Thanos would notice you zone back out, he could feel himself panic as he watched the timer count down closer and closer to your death

*He'd be shocked to see the opposing team fall dead as the timer went off, seeing you holding the last stone you needed to in a clenched fist

*Running over to pull you into a hug you'd be very confused, because what the fuck just happened?

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ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔗𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔬

Kwon Jiyong x f!reader

a/n: I'm sorry I'm so rusty and this is so ass lol but I made my dog listen to this song on repeat on my drive home from work and it just inspired me to write some stupid lil fluff. I wanted to post something to convince myself I can still write. Sorry its bad lol I'm overwhelmed rn. if you enjoy please leave a comment. I will write better soon ugh

song: rose tattoo - dropkick murphy's

wc: 2.6k+

warnings: alcohol, drunk tattoos

“That was fucking awesome!” Jiyong groaned as he collapsed onto the velvet couch backstage, his body still buzzing with adrenaline. He ran a hand through his damp hair and took a long swig from his water bottle, letting his head fall back with a blissful sigh. His black tank top clung to him, soaked with sweat, and his heart still pounded in his chest from the high of performing.

“No one told me Ireland parties so hard…” Daesung said through a breathless laugh, toweling off his face. His hair stuck up in different directions, and his cheeks were flushed with exertion.

“They’re wild out there,” Youngbae added, chugging from his water bottle before plopping down on the floor and leaning against the couch. “The crowd was insane.”

Jiyong’s eyes lit up. “We have to go out tonight! Celebrate!”

Youngbae raised an eyebrow at him. “Celebrate what?”

Jiyong didn’t hesitate. His smile widened, softening in a way only they recognized. “Our last night in Europe. And… we’ve got a whole week off. No planes. No soundchecks. No stage makeup. Just sleep, good food, and—” His eyes turned dreamy. “—I get to see Y/n.”

The others groaned, but Jiyong didn’t care. His thoughts had already drifted back to you. The way your voice sounded on late-night calls. The blurry selfies you’d send when you missed him. The scent of your shampoo lingering on his clothes when he unpacked.

Seunghyun rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Jiyong had been with you for six months, but he talked about you like he’d loved you for years. And maybe he had—just hadn’t met you yet. Seunghyun had seen Jiyong fall hard before, but this was different. You weren’t just some pretty distraction. You grounded him. Balanced out the chaos in his head.

He nudged Jiyong with his knee. “So what’s the plan, lover boy?”

Jiyong looked at them all with the fire of a man on a mission. “Drink with the Irish!”

-

The bar they stumbled into wasn’t the kind of place that catered to tourists. It was tucked on a side street, warm and dim, filled with heavy wooden tables, worn leather stools, and an old jukebox humming in the corner. Locals filled every seat, pints in hand, shouting over traditional music that played on a loop. It smelled like aged wood, beer, and something hearty simmering in the back.

Perfect.

No one recognized them, not really—not the older patrons, anyway. The bartender, a gruff older man with thick hands and a thick accent, didn’t flinch when Jiyong ordered a round of whiskey for the table. If anything, he seemed to appreciate the enthusiasm.

They downed their shots, the Jameson burning pleasantly down their throats, and the laughter came easily. They recounted ridiculous moments from the tour—wardrobe malfunctions, mic failures, Jiyong tripping over a stage monitor in Berlin and somehow turning it into a dance move. Every story spun them further into a haze of warmth and nostalgia.

Seunghyun sat back, watching his best friend with quiet amusement. Jiyong’s cheeks were pink now, and his eyes had gone soft and unfocused—not from the alcohol alone, but from the way he kept slipping your name into every other sentence.

“Y/n would love this bar,” he murmured at one point, twirling his glass by the rim. “She always says divey places have better energy. She’d probably be talking to that old couple over there by now. She just… connects with people like that.”

A fond smile curved his lips as he stared at nothing in particular. “I’ve been counting down the days to see her. She sent me this stupid video this morning—just her brushing her teeth and humming our song. But it made my whole day. Like, fuck the sold-out show. I just want to hear her laugh in person again.”

Daesung chuckled. “You’re so gone, man.”

“I am,” Jiyong said without shame, lifting his glass. “I’m fucking gone for her.”

-

Eventually, the whiskey had found its way into every vein, numbing limbs and loosening tongues. The bar had emptied slightly, the once-rowdy crowd thinning into pockets of quiet laughter and half-empty pint glasses. Youngbae was slumped forward at the table, head resting on folded arms, barely clinging to consciousness. Seunghyun had wandered outside for a smoke, needing air and space. Daesung was lost in animated conversation with an older Irish gentleman who reminded him of someone’s grandpa—laughing heartily and clinking glasses like old friends.

Which meant, of course, no one had been keeping an eye on Jiyong.

Tucked in the far corner of the pub, half-lit by a dim wall sconce, he sat grinning beside a stranger. The man was from London, maybe mid-thirties, rough around the edges, with inked knuckles and a travel-worn bag that doubled as a tattoo kit. He smelled faintly of cigarettes and antiseptic and was currently dragging a needle across the top of Jiyong’s left hand.

“How long ya been with her?” the man asked, his voice low and crackly as he wiped away excess ink.

Jiyong’s eyes didn’t leave his phone screen. Your face smiled up at him from the lock screen—a silly selfie you’d sent the morning after he left for tour. Your cheeks were puffy, hair tangled, eyes barely open. You were brushing your teeth with his sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder. It had made him cry the first time he saw it.

“Six months,” Jiyong murmured, heart softening. “But it feels like forever, man. She’s… fuck, she’s the love of my life.”

There was a raw, aching honesty in his voice—drunken, yes, but completely sincere.

His throat tightened as he blinked down at your photo. The distance between you wasn’t new, but tonight it felt especially unbearable. He missed your warmth, your voice humming in the dark, the way you’d touch his arm just to ground him. He missed your laugh, the way it shook your whole body when something really caught you off guard.

He missed you. All of you.

His eyes welled again.

“Oi, don’t cry now,” the man said, clearly unsure how to handle it. “Here. Have another shot, yeah? You’ll see her tomorrow.”

Jiyong nodded as he accepted the glass, knocking it back and letting the burn distract him from the knot in his chest. “Three weeks,” he whispered. “It’s been three weeks. And I’ve felt her absence every damn second.”

“Well she’ll bloody love this, mate,” the man said with a smirk, finishing the last strokes of the small rose and your name scrawled beneath it in sharp cursive. The ink was rudimentary—far from professional—but it was clear. Personal and permanent.

Jiyong stared at it with glassy eyes. The skin was red, slightly swollen, smeared with blood and ink. But there it was. Your name. On his hand. Close to his pulse. A promise etched into flesh.

“She’s always with me now,” he said softly, smiling.

“Jiyong, what the hell are you doing?” Youngbae’s voice cut through the haze as he stumbled over. Seunghyun followed right behind, a cloud of smoke still clinging to his coat.

“This is the best tattoo I’ve ever gotten!” Jiyong beamed, lifting his hand like a child showing off a finger painting.

“I’m Luke!” the British man offered with a peace sign.

Neither Youngbae nor Seunghyun acknowledged him. They were too focused on the sloppy mess of ink and blood seeping from Jiyong’s hand.

“Dude,” Youngbae hissed, grabbing his wrist carefully. “This is gonna get infected!”

“No it’s not,” Jiyong argued, clutching his hand to his chest.

“Pour some whiskey on it!” Luke slurred proudly, then immediately tilted the nearly empty Jameson bottle over Jiyong’s hand like he was salting a steak.

“Aishh, shibal!” Jiyong hissed, jerking back in pain.

“That’s it. We’re going back to the hotel,” Seunghyun said, not even giving Jiyong the option. He grabbed him by the arm, and Jiyong let himself be hauled up, still waving at Luke.

“Thanks, man! You’re a legend!” he yelled, flinging a crumpled bill over his shoulder.

-

Back at the hotel, the bathroom lights buzzed softly while steam fogged the mirror. Jiyong sat in the empty bathtub, shirtless, soaked with alcohol and happiness, while Youngbae knelt beside him like a tired nurse, scrubbing at his hand with way too much precision for someone who had been nearly unconscious an hour ago.

Seunghyun paced nearby, arms crossed and fuming. “Why the hell would you let some drunk guy in a bar tattoo you?”

Jiyong shrugged, eyes heavy and unfocused. “He offered.”

Seunghyun stared. “You do realize her name is on you. Forever. On your hand, Jiyong.”

Jiyong giggled. “Good.”

Youngbae sighed. “You two haven’t even gone public yet, man. If fans see this—”

“Let them see it.” Jiyong interjected. 

“At least he spelled her name right…” Youngbae muttered, pressing a cloth gently over the skin. “Still, this is gonna need a serious touch-up when it heals.”

Jiyong lifted his hand, his vision swimming slightly, and stared at it. The ink was messy, and the rose wasn’t even symmetrical. But your name stood out clear and proud. It didn’t need to be perfect. It was real.

“She means everything to me,” he murmured. “This… this one means the most. It stays here. For eternity.”

And then, with a dopey smile and one last look at your face on his screen, he let his eyes close and drifted off to sleep, your name resting on his heart—inked in his skin, etched in his soul.

-

Getting Jiyong onto the plane that morning was nothing short of a mission. He was groggy, half-delirious from the hangover, and very much dead weight. Youngbae had ended up tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of rice while Seunghyun coaxed a still-chatty Daesung away from a local woman he’d befriended at the airport bar.

By some miracle, they made it to their first-class seats in one piece. Jiyong immediately slumped back into his seat with a deep groan, pulling the blanket over his head like a sulking child.

Seunghyun rolled his eyes and settled in beside him, just as Jiyong’s phone started buzzing in his lap.

“Y/n’s calling you,” Seunghyun said, glancing down at the screen before nudging him.

Jiyong shot upright like he’d been electrocuted, fumbling clumsily for the phone—only to drop it straight to the floor. “Shit—fuck—wait—”

With a long-suffering sigh, Seunghyun bent down and retrieved it, sliding his thumb across the screen. “Hey, Y/n! Your boyfriend is nursing a world-class hangover,” he said, flipping the camera to reveal Jiyong, who was grinning like a fool beneath a blanket, his cheeks flushed and eyes heavy.

Jiyong struggled to bring up his left hand to wave at you, but Seunghyun caught him quickly, pressing it down discreetly to hide the tattoo.

“Baby! I miss you!” Jiyong cooed, voice still hoarse but full of warmth.

“I miss you too, Oppa,” you said through the screen, your smile melting his exhaustion in an instant. “Please try to sleep on the plane, okay?”

“I’ll make sure he does,” Seunghyun promised, flipping the camera back to himself.

You giggled when Jiyong scooted closer, resting his head on Seunghyun’s shoulder just to get back into the frame. His big, sleepy eyes blinked up at you, and you could see just how much he needed rest—but more than anything, you saw how much he needed you.

“Saranghae, Oppa!” you called, and then hung up before he could say anything else.

-

Two flights and what felt like a lifetime later, they landed in Seoul. Everyone was groggy, sore, and over it—except Jiyong. The moment his feet hit the ground, something inside him lit up.

“Hyung, where is he—?” Daesung began, looking around.

“He ran,” Seunghyun muttered, barely looking up from his phone.

Jiyong didn’t care about his bags, his entourage, or even the airport staff trying to usher him through a private exit. All he cared about was getting to you. His heart thudded in his chest like a war drum, and his legs didn’t stop moving until he was in the car, shouting your address at the startled driver.

The entire ride to your house, his leg bounced uncontrollably. He chewed on his nails. Stared out the window. Clutched his healing hand to his chest. He just needed to see you. Breathe you in. Make sure you were real again.

As soon as the car pulled into your driveway, he was out before it even stopped fully, bolting for your front door and leaving poor Jaeho to deal with your personal security.

“Jagiya! It’s me!” he called, pounding his fist against the door.

Inside, you dropped the ladle you’d been stirring soup with, the clang echoing through the house as you tore off your apron and sprinted for the door.

The moment it opened, the world disappeared.

“Ji!” you screamed, launching into his arms.

He caught you easily, wrapping you up with every ounce of longing he’d carried for the last three weeks. His face immediately buried into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin, pressing desperate kisses into the space where your pulse lived.

“God, baby…” he whispered, voice cracking. “I missed you so fucking much…”

His arms trembled slightly as he held you tighter. It wasn’t just relief—it was a kind of quiet desperation, the ache of missing someone so deeply that you swore your body forgot how to function without them.

You let him carry you to the couch like you weighed nothing, his body pressed flush against yours as he laid you down beneath him. His lips found your cheek, your jaw, your lips, and every sound you let out fueled him like oxygen.

As your hands moved over his body, you noticed something strange—his left hand was wrapped with gauze and medical tape.

“Ji… what happened?” you asked gently.

He paused, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh… that’s actually a surprise.”

“A surprise? You broke your hand?”

“No,” he laughed, kissing your nose. “Worse.”

He sat up a little, cradling your body with one arm as he used the other to gently unravel the bandages. The tape came off slowly, and then the gauze, revealing his tender, still-red skin.

And there it was.

Your name. Inked in bold, crooked lines beneath a simple rose.

“I was drunk,” he confessed sheepishly. “At a bar. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Some guy had a tattoo gun and… I said fuck it. I wanted your name on me. So you’d always be with me. Even when you’re not.”

You blinked down at the fresh ink, your chest tightening. The lines were imperfect, the skin around them swollen—but it was beautiful. He had carved your name into his skin. Because he missed you that much.

“Jiyong…” you whispered, fingers lightly brushing over it. “You know the whole world’s gonna know now, right?”

A slow, proud smile stretched across his face. “Yeah… and that brings me to my next souvenir.”

He reached into his jacket pocket, digging past his passport and crumpled receipts until he pulled out a small black box.

Your heart stopped.

He flipped it open.

Inside sat a diamond ring, elegant and radiant, the center stone catching the soft light like a promise.

“Will you marry me?”

For a second, the air froze. All you could hear was your heartbeat, and the sound of Jiyong’s breathing. He looked terrified. Hopeful. So stupidly in love.

Tears blurred your vision, but your smile never faltered.

“Yes!” you cried, tackling him back onto the couch, your arms wrapped tight around his neck. You kissed every part of his face you could reach—his cheeks, his jaw, his lips, his nose.

“I love you so much,” you said between kisses.

“I love you more than anything,” he replied, arms wrapped around you like he’d never let go again.

You pulled back just enough to look at his hand again, brushing your thumb over the healing ink. “I still can’t believe you got my name tattooed…”

“Signed and sealed with blood, baby,” he grinned. “Forever.”

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You think youre strong..? | Choi Seung-hyun (t.o.p) x fem!reader

#—;; summary: bf!t.o.p x gf!reader you and your boyfriends group messing around before a show! (Req from Anon.)

#—;; word count: 1k

#—;; warnings: none this is ALL fluff.

#—;; a/n: this might me horrible i havent written a fic in literally years. (ive also got someone from school who follows me. If u see this lily hhhiiii………… you see nothing.)

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The boys were about to perform, You being apart of their crew was ironic, because you fell in love with one of your clients when you obviously werent suppose to..

Nobody knew of course other than the insiders, but it was still a risk to be in public together.

Sitting in the green room, leaning against your boyfriend Choi Seung Hyun as everyone scrolled on their phones mindlessly made you upset.

You huffed and slammed your phone down onto the couch cushion next to you, making a loud thump! catching everyones attention.

“Guysss we need to socialize! Youre all acting like a bunch of screen-agers.” You groaned, shooting up out of your seat quickly and snatching their phones out of their hands while still stunned.

Multiple groans and “aw come on!”’s errupted from the 4 boys.

“Now. Lets play some games! We have HOURS until you have to go on, so lets do something.” You said sitting back down between your boyfriend and Ji-Yong who was sat on the other side of the couch.

“Like what. What could we possibly do?” Ji-yong stated unenthusiasticly.

“Welll… we could play never have i ever!” You suggested excitedly but all the guys quickly dejected, claiming it was a “girly game.”

You thought long and hard for a game they would actually enjoy playing, and wasn’t too “feminine” or “childlike.”

“..how about arm wrestling? Thats more ‘masculine’ isnt it?” You suggested looking at the boys who immediately stumbled to their feet eagerly.

“Okay who wants to go first, i can ref!” You stated smiling. The men eager to actually do something fun threw a blanket of happiness over you.

Seung Hyun immediately raised his hand, aswell as Taeyung.

They sat at the opposite sides of the short table, settling themselves.

You placed your hand ontop of their interlinked hands, watching as the boys glared at eachother.

If looks could kill, they would both be sliced to shreds.

“3…2…1!” You released their hands, Daesung and Ji-Yong cheering for their mates.

“Go!! Cmon Seung hyun, you havent been working out for nothing have you?!” Ji-yong exclaimed, clapping his hands in a hype manner beside him.

And lord, he wasnt wrong.. that gorgeous mans arms were no joke, when he wore short sleeves (which was very rare) it was your favorite thing to just cling onto them.

“Youre really gonna let him win against you? Think about it. Youve arm wrestled countless men stronger than him and won!!” Daesung yelled loudly, slamming his fists on the table next to where their arms rested.

You could see the two boys faces, as they strained to win.

Taeyungs hand started slowwwllyy bringing Seung Hyuns hand lower and lower, signifying his (amost) win.

The relief on Taeyungs face was evident, until Seung Hyuns hand swung quickly and Taeyungs knuckles hit the table.

He yelled loudly at his loss, standing up quickly out of anger.

Seung hyun stood up aswell, giggling tauntingly

“Ha ha haaa!! You thought i was gonna let you win?!” He strutted around, pointing at his opponent.

“Yeah yeah whatever blegghhh” Taeyung muttered, sticking his tongue out at him.

Your boyfriend just kept going on and onnnn at his mate, which you couldnt help but feel a litttle bit bad for.

“I wanna arm wrestle too, Seung Hyun.” You exclaimed, smiling.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh yeah? Just so you can whine when i win in 0.52 seconds in?” He chuckled

“Im gonna win. You’ll see!! Ive been working out actually.” You mentioned, flexing your arms dramatically.

“Yeah whatever, get over here.”

You sat across from him, getting settled while ji-yong was now the ref.

“3, 2, 1, go!” He said, releasing you both.

You stared into his eyes, with every sign of struggle on your face (which wasn’t exactly all true).

He chuckled, while toying with you, easily pushing your hand up and down.

“Ow ow ow—!!” You yelped, gripping your arm while still pushing.

“What? Whats wrong??” Your boyfriend said in a panick, immediately ceasing his pushing.

Your whole demeanor shifted, from a scared and hurt face to smirking and shoving his hand down.

You stood up quickly whooping in victory. “WOOOO. i TOLD you id win!!! Hows your ego now?” You said cheerily

He looked at you in disbelief, his jaw practically to the floor as you jumped around, the boys all giving you high fives.

“I cant.. believe you.” He muttered, with genuine shock on his face.. almost dissapointment.

You noticed he hadnt gotten up or moved, causing you to panick.

Did he take it THAT serious?

You stood next to him “wait im sorr-“ but you couldnt get out what you wanted to say before he picked you up and threw you on the couch, a huge smile on his face

“I cant believe you’d pull the OLDEST trick in the books on me!” He hollered.

“OHHHH HE GOT YOU!!” Taeyung yelped, pointing at the two on the couch practically wrestling.

You tried to shove him off, giggling ecstatically as he tickled you relentlessly.

He gripped your wrists, holding them in place, this intense moment of keeping his deep brown eyes locked onto your own.

“You think youre the strong one, huh? What about now?” He teased, his grip holding tighter onto you.

You couldnt help but giggle nervously, as you stared into your boyfriends eyes.

“Okayyy..! Okay you can take the win.. i cheated..” you muttered, a bright blush on your flustered face.

Even though he was your boyfriend, you couldnt help but feel like you were a kid with a crush on him still.

He gazed into your eyes, debating on messing with you more but deciding against it, (you were screwed after their performance though, and you knew it.) loosening his grip on your wrists, as you leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips, before rolling out from under him.

He scoffed as he stood up, shaking his head as Ji-Yong wiggled his eyebrows at the both of you while the rest jokingly yelled out in high-pitched voices.

“Ewwww!!” “Oh my gawsh theyre kissingggg!”

“You guys are like our parents.. arguing all the time, and when you kiss we all cringe and laugh!” He exclaimed teasingly

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