#jaehyo scenario

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Ships

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Block B Masterlist

Oneshots

Mix Matched - Taeil's girlfriend accidentally matches with Zico on Halloween. Slight smut at the end.

Becoming Human - Mistakes were made, no doubt about that. Now her life would be gone in an instant. But maybe an instant won’t be so bad if she can spend it with Kyung?

Soldier Setup - A friend tries to set up Jaehyo with her very oblivious and quick to jump to conclusions bestie.

Fortune - A fortune teller predicts a meeting with P.O

Phone - "awkward scenario where zico thinks youre gonna give him a handjob but really you just reach into his pocket to get his phone to get his brothers digits"

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Series

Hidden Talent - It’s tough being a self-appointed magical protector for idols. | Enchantress | Part 1 |

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Unstructured shorts:

Metal/Alt/Prog Fan Taeil

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Main Masterlist

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Dryhumping Block B

ask:  hii dryhumping with block b and winner?

Zico/Jiho:

Jiho had you crawl into his lap, the smirk on his face uncanny. He was wearing his glasses, a sight you thoroughly enjoyed and his hair was messily pushed back. The second your legs were on either side of his waist, his lips were on your neck and his hips were rocking against yours. His sweatpants making soft noises at your movements. 

“This is a good break.” 

Kyung:

The second he had gotten home, your back was pressed against the couch cussions and Kyung was inbetween your legs. His lips were against yours and hands were slowly lifting your shirt up with that classic little smile on his face. You hummed feeling his crotch come in contact with yours.

“Welcome home.” 

Taeil:

Taeil had a hand around your throat, with some light pressure. You licked your lips feeling his hips grind down against yours and he chuckled a little. Pouting as he rolled his hips over yours, Taeil leaned over and pressed his mouth to yours. His tongue snaked it’s way into your mouth and the pressure on your throat got harder. 

Jaehyo:

You felt his hand creep up under your shirt and his breath on the back of your neck. The lazy morning haze still very apparent in your movements. His other hand grabbed your hip from behind, as leverage to press his bulge against your ass. You laced your fingers with his under your shirt. He continued his actions, letting a few soft moans escape his lips. 

U-kwon:

He had been waiting for you two to be alone. People had been walking in and out of the house all day, seemingly not giving you a moment of rest. But the second everyone was gone, you were against the wall with Ukwon between your legs. He smirked at you with that iconic little smile of his before your pulling your clothed hips over his. 

B-Bomb/Minhyuk:

He was in a playful mood, pushing you against any surface he could find in your apartment. Only really to tease, press himself against you and walk away. You were fed up, pinning him on the couch and straddling his waist. Kissing him he laughed before making your make figure 8′s with your hips over his crotch. 

P.O/Jihoon:

An innocent tickle session gone sexual. You straddling his hips on the carpet, holding his hands over his head as you rolled your hips over him. You could feel his hard on against you and his hands wanting to travel down to your ass. You let them go to let them wander.

[jae-bummer]

Mirror Boy (Ghost!AU)

Request: Oh my goodness requests are open! Since it's Halloween (all of October is Halloween!™) could you do a spookyish or fantasy au with Jaehyo of Block B? Maybe Vampire or ghosts? I love your blog~

Member: Block B’s Jaehyo x Y/N

Type: fluff/angst

Comments: soooo i’m late. uh...happy thanksgiving? :3 

The room was dark as you dropped your bag near your feet. Your shoulders were heavy as you glanced around in the darkness, attempting to recall the exact placement of the light switch over your shoulder. Closing your eyes, you preferred to trust the shadows of your lids over the shadows you mentally began to create around the room. Your imagination often liked to play tricks on you in your grandmother’s old house, but you were much too old to pretend that you weren’t still scared. 

Reaching blindly backwards, you let your fingertips trail across the old wallpaper. The guest quarters hadn’t changed since sometime before you were born, possibly before your mother or grandmother were even born. Your hands shook as they grabbed through the darkness, finally finding the one source of light in the room. Opening your eyes, you let out a hiss of relief. The same, old bed greeted you as it had every year for the entirety of your life. You nodded to yourself as you picked up your bag again and tossed it onto the mattress, shortly followed by your own body. 

Exhaustion flooded your limbs as you sunk into the material that was equally as old as the walls surrounding you. Just as you began to close your eyes again and calm your breathing, a light knock sounded near the door. 

“Knock, knock my ziti-sweetie,” you grandma cooed in all of her grandma-ey glory. 

“Ah, hey Nan,” you hummed, opening your eyes again and sitting up. “What’s up?” 

“You hungry?” she asked. “You know I just made some spagh-”

“No, Nan,” you chuckled. “In my long journey up the stairs, I did not suddenly grow an appetite.” 

“But it was such a long drive here and you need to keep your strength up!” she clucked as she shuffled into the room. Crossing over the floor boards, she made her way over to the bed and began to unzip your suitcase, making herself busy with unpacking. 

“Why do I need my strength?” you sighed. “My plans this holiday include, sitting on the couch, eating whatever comes out of your oven, and watching way too much television.” 

“Maybe you can help me with the gardening,” she smiled, scrutinizing some of your clothing as she flopped it onto the bed. “Or meet a boy.”

“No offense, Nan,” you muttered. “But this town isn’t exactly where I plan on boy shopping.” 

“Well, there’s a nice boy next door-” she continued.

“Enough with the matchmaking,” you smiled. “Nice try though.” 

“Try until it is a success,” she grinned, walking away from you and toward the dresser. She began to fill the drawers and set things along the top. The chest of drawers doubled as a vanity, highlighted by a massive mirror attached to the back of the old wood. She smiled warmly at the piece of furniture, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Nan? Why are you so weird about that thing?” you sighed, crossing your arms. 

“It’s the oldest thing in this house, Y/N,” she chuckled. “You have to show it some respect.” 

“I thought you were the oldest thing in this house,” you laughed. She spun around with a gasp and tossed a pair of socks toward your head. You leaned just in time to avoid the cottony assault and giggled. “Just kidding.” 

“Better be kidding,” she muttered. 

“All jokes aside,” you smirked. “I’m supposed to respect the furniture?” 

“If you plan on living peacefully in this house, I recommend it,” she said with a wink. She gently closed another drawer with a knowing smile and headed back out of the room. 

You shook your head and flopped back onto the mattress. Admittedly, your Nan was a bit odd. Your mom had tried to put her into a retirement community several times, but to no avail. She would not budge from the old house she had inherited from your great grandparents. You were fairly certain that one of your ancestors had even built the damn thing. Generations of your family had lived in this house. 

And died there. 

But you tried not to think about that. 

And you continued to try not to think about it for the following weeks. You realized you were doomed to spend the entirety of your summer rotting away at your Nan’s, but you didn’t mind for the most part. You adored the nonsensical, old woman. 

Her house on the other hand...

In the few short years that had constituted your life, you had never felt as if you were being watched as intensely as you did in that house. Although it was just you and your grandmother, you often felt as if you were constantly struggling against a sea of people. You hadn’t ever really been superstitious or one to believe in the supernatural, but the constant creaking of the floorboards left you wondering. 

After about two weeks of navigating your grandma’s property, you had finally come to terms with the strange feeling. Waking up one morning, you continued to follow the routine you had fallen into, hoping to find some normalcy in your actions. 

“Here we go,” you hummed, sliding from the bed. You had long since cracked open your eyes, but remained snuggled between the sheets for a few hours after you had showered and brushed your teeth. 

Your feet hit the baseboards and caused you to shiver. You groaned as you leaned over and grabbed the cardigan you had left at the end of the bed. Even when it was warm outside, the house was still drafty. Wrapping it around your body, you slid from the mattress and stumbled toward the vanity area. You plopped down onto the small seat your grandmother provided and looked sleepily over your hair care and makeup items. 

You grumbled to yourself as you shuffled through the items before you, searching for your concealer. 

“Where the hell did I...” you muttered, your eyes darting around the dresser top. Just out of the corner of your peripheral you noticed a bit of motion. You furrowed your brows as your brain attempted to keep up with your eyes, but you couldn’t help but subconsciously look up anyhow. 

“What are you looking for?” an unfamiliar voice chimed. Your eyes had met with a pair of oddly reflective ones. Opening your mouth, you attempted to scream, but no noise emerged. For a moment, you thought you had gone temporarily insane and your brain was having a difficult time comprehending. 

In the mirror before you, you could see your own reflection. Of course that was the intended purpose of a mirror, but that wasn’t all you had seen. As if he were sitting down at his own vanity in a double mirror across from yours, you saw the face of a young man, not much older than yourself. His features were sharp, but handsome. His jaw acted as an outline to the beautiful portrait that was his face. Smoldering brown eyes sat below a dark fringe of thick hair. Separating his face was a perfectly straight nose, leading to a perfectly plush pair of lips. His skin was flawless and seemed to glow. 

But you were certain it wasn’t because of his skincare routine. 

“What’s wrong, darling?” he cooed. His voice was hallow and echoed through your skull. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” 

A wicked grin grew across his face as he chuckled, lifting his brows for any sort of reaction from you. 

“No,” you whispered, your head shook slowly as you attempted to internalize what you were seeing. “No, no, no.”

He continued to smile at you as you began to back away. 

“No,” you repeated. You yanked your cardigan from your shoulders and tossed it at the mirror, covering up the boy’s image and all of the thoughts associated with it. 

“Ghost,” you whispered, shaking your head. “It was...it was...”

“I can still hear you, you know,” his voice called from beneath the knit of your sweater. 

“Not anymore you can’t,” you muttered, springing up from where you had plopped on the edge of your mattress. You motored down the stairs, taking two at a time to get to the first floor and more importantly, your grandmother. 

“Nan, I can’t sleep in that room anymore,” you hissed, stopping short of her lounge chair in the den. 

“Why is that, bumblebee?” she cooed, continuing with the small sketch she had been working on. 

“Because I saw a -” you paused, thinking better of your statement. “Because I can’t.” 

She glanced up at you expectantly. Lifting her brows, she let out a soft chuckle. “Just because you can’t? That doesn’t sound like the Y/N I know. You have a reason for everything.” 

“Not this time,” you muttered, shaking your head. You weren’t lying. You honestly had no explanation for what you had seen in the mirror that morning and hadn’t planned on finding one. You were convinced at this point that you were completely insane and should probably be committed for both you and your Nan’s safety. “Can’t I just like...sleep in your bed tonight?” 

“That rule stops once you’re taller than me,” she laughed, shaking her head. “There is nothing wrong with the room.” 

“There is everything wrong with the room,” you argued. “It’s drafty-”

“We’ll get you more blankets,” she nodded. 

“The floors creak,” you groaned. 

“It’s an old house.” 

You rolled your eyes and stomped your foot as if you were a child. Sure you couldn’t use, “there’s a dead boy in the mirror” as an excuse. 

“Nan.” 

“Y/N.”

“You’re making me stay in the room...aren’t you?”

“Face your fears, baby,” she sighed. She glanced over her glasses at you and smiled. “Not sure what those fears could be, but face them.” 

“This is dumb,” you grumbled, stomping back up the stairs and toward your room. “I was just imagining things. It’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone, let alone an attractive boy...it must be like a mirage.” 

You rolled your eyes as you turned the corner and glanced at the sweater still draped over the mirror. “Just my imagination.” 

But you would leave the sweater there to be safe. 

You pulled your phone from your back pocket and began to swipe at the screen idly. As an attempt to quiet your thoughts, you tried opening different apps and glancing amongst their contents, only to find yourself focused on the mirror once again. 

“So dumb,” you muttered. “It’s just a mirror.” 

You waited expectantly to catch some offhand remark in the mirror boy’s voice, but the room remained silent. 

 Chewing on your lip, you pulled open the browser on your phone and tapped at the keyboard. 

“Ghost...stuck...in...mirror,” you whispered, typing the words in succession with your voice. 

It didn’t take long for you to find several articles and blog posts on the subject. Your eyes couldn’t move quickly enough along the words to satisfy you. Skimming through the first link you had selected, you finally found a paragraph you were satisfied with pausing to read. “There are hundreds of documented cases of haunted mirrors and they tend to have similar characteristics...blah blah blah...most common manifestation is the formation of images of people other than the person occupying the room. Added to this is the brain’s phenomenal ability to create meaningful shapes and faces out of random patterns...

Well, that has to be it. My brain simply has the phenomenal ability to make some faces out of reflections of light.”

“That doesn’t explain the voice though, does it?” 

You closed your eyes slowly and took a deep breath. There he was again.

Sticking your tongue between your teeth, you let your head roll forward toward your chest and groaned. Why was this happening? And most importantly, why was this happening to you? 

“Can I ask you to uncover me please? I’m claustrophobic,” he continued. 

Taking another deep breath, you slowly stood, and began to cross the room with caution. You shook your head, hardly believing the situation you were currently in. With trembling fingers, you reached through the air until your hands could clutch the knit fabric of the sweater you had long since abandoned. You closed your eyes as you gave it a good yank and heard several of the items that were once atop the dresser fall to the floor. 

“Much better, thank you. Wait, why are you closing your eyes?” he asked. 

With limited movements, you let your arm fall to your side and drop your cardigan. Opening one eye, the second one followed. allowing you to once again see the face of the handsome man you had encountered before. 

“Are you honestly wondering...” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “Why I’m closing my eyes?” 

You could hardly believe you were talking to it, engaging in conversation with what had to be a hallucination. 

“Well...yeah,” he smirked. “Who honestly wouldn’t want to look at this face?” 

“Pretty full of yourself for being undead?” you muttered, unable to help yourself. 

“That would be accurate if I were undead,” he sighed. “But to be honest my dear, I am very, very dead.” 

“How can you be dead if you’re speaking to me?” you argued. “That’s impossible.”

“Apparently not.” 

You snarled as you continued to look at him. “A bit sassy for a ghost, aren’t you?” 

“I hadn’t heard of an expected decorum for the dead to follow,” he grinned. “If you have a few notes, please, enlighten me.” 

“Why are you in the mirror?” you blurted. 

“Why are you not in the mirror?” 

“I can not be arguing with a ghost right now,” you groaned. 

“Technically, I think it’s a more grand, existential question,” he continued. “Technically you are in the mirror...right beside me.” 

He lifted his hand, running it along the reflection you saw before you. You were well aware that he wasn’t actually running his fingers through your hair, but the mere thought gave you goosebumps. 

“Quit being weird,” you muttered. “Who are you? And why are you in the damn mirror?” 

“That first question is a little more simple than the second,” he grumbled. “I hope you have some time.” 

You nodded shortly and found yourself lowering yourself onto to the edge of the bed. That was it. You had officially gone insane. 

“My name is Jaehyo,” he continued. “I am a son, a brother, and a musician. I never had the chance to become a father or a husband.” 

“Tragic,” you muttered. 

“I detect sarcasm,” he chuckled. “Which is fine. No pity for the dead.” 

“The mirror...” you prodded. “Second question.” 

“I heard you reading earlier,” he sighed. “Did you happen to catch any beliefs on covering mirrors when someone dies?” 

“To be honest, I think I skipped over that part of the article,” you laughed nervously. 

“This mirror belonged to my mother,” he continued. “I caught ill one winter and never managed to recover. She gave up her bed as a place for me to rest. Who knew I would be taking the longest rest of my life...

...but yes, your question. Some cultures have long held the belief that mirrors are portals to the supernatural world. That mirrors have the ability to suck out souls...It became common practice to take a mirror out of a dying person’s room so they wouldn’t be vulnerable to the mirror...

...my mother apparently didn’t get that message.” 

You opened your mouth and closed it again, not quite sure of what to say. 

He tilted his head as he stared at you, chewing on his lip as he watched for some sort of expression to cross your face. He leaned forward, as if he were going to emerge from the mirror. “...I answered the second ques-”

“I know you answered the second question,” you snapped. “I’m just trying to figure out if this is really happening or not...” 

“Toughen up, buttercup,” he grinned. “This is definitely happening.”

So your days continued on in this way; snuggled in blankets and looking curiously upon the boy in the mirror. Your discussions had started slow, attempting to come to terms with the situation you had somehow found yourself in. There was no way you could verbalize what had been happening to your grandmother. She would think you were insane. 

But maybe you were. 

You would talk for hours about everything and nothing at all. He would recall memories of his short life, the things he had seen while gazing out from behind his reflective prison. You would open up about the wonders of the modern world, scroll through your phone and indulge him with photos of your life at university. 

You had grown close with your own confusion, finding solace in his smooth voice that only you could hear. By the time your holiday break was over, you were left feeling anxious. Anxious with the idea of leaving your grandmother, and anxious with the idea of leaving Jaehyo. You had come to enjoy your little corner of the universe and were almost frightened to return to the normalcy of every day life. When you entered your Nan’s home, it was almost as if you had entered an alternate universe where things never quite made sense, but in the most peaceful way. 

“Don’t forget to write,” Jaehyo chuckled, his visage appearing in the mirror you had long since forgotten about covering up. You kept your back to him as you packed, unwilling to realize your departure. 

You smiled to yourself. Only a few weeks ago, you were trying to escape the room and the phantom that lived within it. Now you were dreading leaving it alone. 

“Yeah,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “I’ll let Nan know to bring it up to you.” 

“Not to sound completely irrational,” he sighed. “Seeing as how I’m a dead guy trapped in a mirror, BUT can you maybe...i don’t know...hold me?” 

“Hold you?” you whispered, furrowing your brows. 

“Hug me?” he continued, his voice growing smaller. “Try?” 

You chewed your lip and nodded, taking the few, short steps toward your newest confidant. “I’ll miss you.” 

Leaning forward, wrapping your arms around the back of the mirror, you pressed your face against the reflective surface. You could have been imagining it, but just for a moment you felt a warmth surround you and an oddly familiar scent linger in your nostrils. 

“Don’t miss me,” he whispered. “It’s too complicated to miss me.” 

“I know,” you sighed, leaning away again. You titled your head as you heard a slight crack faintly before you. As you took a step back, attempting to better analyze the noise, the mirror moved with you, unhinging from it’s position on the dresser and beginning to fall toward the floor. 

“NO!” you gasped. “No, no, no!” 

You sprang forward, just in time to completely miss the mirror from tumbling to the ground and shattering into hundreds of small pieces. A lump instantly began to form in your throat as tears sprung to your eyes. Collapsing onto your knees, you dug through the shards, flipping them over and over again, hoping to find any remnant of Jaehyo. To no avail, all you were left with was blood soaked fingers and fragments of empty glass. 

“No,” you moaned, dropping your face into your hands. “Noo...”

You cried hopelessly into your hands. Not knowing Jaehyo too long, you were unsure why you were acting this way, as if you had known him your whole life. 

But as you actually considered the thought, you had. 

You had stayed in that room almost every summer since before you could remember. That room with the same mirror you always stared at. The one you always felt at odds with. 

You leaned back against the foot of the bed and sobbed. Hearing a slow, heavy gait emerge from the stairway and onto the platform outside of your bedroom, you looked up teary-eyed and bloody, expecting to receive a stern talking to from your grandmother. 

But instead, what you saw sent a cold rush of air through your bones. 

“Jae-jaehyo?” you whispered, feeling all color drain from your face. 

“If I knew this would happen,” he said with a smirk, crouching beside you. “I would have just told you to punch the damn mirror weeks ago.” 

Your eyes traced his face, now close to yours. He wasn’t alive, not by any means. He was still pearlescent, seemingly solid, but oddly transparent. “What-what happened?” 

“Hell if I know,” he muttered. “But I’d prefer not to question it.” 

“So...” you croaked. “Uh...what do we do now?” 

“Well, we can start by picking up this mess,” he whispered, setting his ghostly fingers on your forearm and causing goosebumps to appear. “And then you can clean up the broken mirror.”

[bearseokie]

devout

— Chained to the man you have loved for a long while, he keeps you conscious while attempting an escape.

pairing: jaehyo x gender-neutral! reader genre: spy! au, partners2lovers, romance, angst, fluff if you squint word count: 1k [warnings]: blood, losing consciousness, restraints (handcuffs), jaehyo being a caring partner, this is too cliché yikes

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Dragged along the tiles, your blood smeared against the white flooring. Each crack and crevice pulled at your body until the cold feeling of metal caressed your skin, a bench pushed and screwed into the wall as you laid against it. The air stale and crisp, the man beside you fully conscious and sending daggers into the enemies eyes made you take in a sharp breath.

“Keep your eyes open.” Jaehyo sounded from beside you.

The person that had pulled you into the room clicked something onto your arm, matching it with Jaehyo’s. Pulling at the limb, steel cuffs enveloped around each of your wrists, the arm of the bench holding you both captive.

This was where you had been led to, the deep growl of the man that once trusted the two of you emitting some curse before he slammed the door shut behind him. The rickety building rattled, the sound of his boots creaking up the steps from within the basement echoing over the adjacent man’s voice as he called out your name.

“Hey.” Jaehyo called out, slipping his hand beneath the chair’s arm to raise your chin to his eye level.

His eyes met your bloodshot ones, tears still drying into the skin of your cheeks as his teeth gritted. “This wasn’t meant to happen. How did they find out our alias!”

The blood dripping down your temple was thin, drying in the cold air of the bottom floor. Your head rested against his palm, the comforting heat from his body lulling your eyes closed.

“No, don’t do that.” he hissed, curling his fingers to pull at your exhausted state. “You probably have a concussion from the sound of what they were doing to you in there. Stay awake, okay?”

You could hardly speak, the hours of interrogation taxing, more so that you had to keep your guard up and not give away the case.

“How did they know?” He asked himself again.

Your light chuckle made his head twist to the side, peering down at you under swollen eyes from his own session of pain hours prior.

“We were too obvious.” you said softly, voice just above a whisper as he learned over the hard seat to listen. “The way you kissed me yesterday. It wasn’t right.”

“You asked for a light peck? What was I supposed to do, tilt you back and kiss the breath out of you?” he asked with a scoff, head moving straight forward to send you a side-ways glance.

“Sure.” you laughed, biting at your bottom lip.

“We’re on the clock.” he shook his head, top lip sinking in between his teeth in thought.

“Never stopped us before.”

Your quiet shrill of pain made his feet stomp against the floor, sitting up to bend over the arm of the bench and offer you aid. You had become foxes to the enemies the moment you tried to act as a couple, following suit with the task and wound into the characters. Had you known that you could have played it naturally, use feelings already statured, it could have saved the pain. You were only meant to get intel on the group from within, not have your cover blown a few hours into the case by playing out a fake kiss. Their team did a number on you trying to know what department or company you worked for, nearly breaking you moments before they rushed you out of the room and back with your partner.

“You’re hurt bad.”

Jaehyo’s voice was a whine. His body could only reach so far from the cuffs holding you together, the metal bench bound to the wall not heaving even at his full force. His eyes were wide when he looked down at you, your spent form unable to offer any source of an escape.

His eyes shut as he took in a deep breath, fingers of his free hand running along the handcuffs in search of a skinny spot. The space between where the cuffs linked together with the chain was a simple bolt holding the two pieces together, naturally withstanding in most circumstances, but not to the metal of the bench. The skinny arm fit perfectly between the area, his sigh making you glance up at him.

“This is going to hurt.” he said gently, your nod reassuring him that you could take it.

His free hand and cuffed hand worked in sync, sliding the restraint against the sharp edge of the chair’s arm. Metal on metal, one was bound to scuff, and his bet was on the bolt of the cuffs. A sharp pain ran up your arm at his hard, quick movements, the cuffs on his end slowly breaking loose from every veering blow. Using the arm to his advantage, the skinny piece was wedged perfectly into the curve of the cuffs, scrapping at them enough times for the bolt to become thinner and snap.

“Their choices on handcuffs are terrible these days.” he chuckled.

His laugh halted when he noticed your eyes were shut again, head resting on the corner of the bench, he fell to his knees. His cold hand pressed into the back of your neck, your eyes peeling open to see his concerned form blinking away tears. Other hand tracing the faint tears on your face, his side of the cuffs was still latched around his wrist, digging into his skin as he tried to keep you conscious.

“Hey, stay with me. Y-You have to keep your eyes open.” he stuttered out. “Keep your eyes open. Do it for me.”

“I’ll always do it for you.” you spoke softly, watching a tear slip down his cheek as his teeth shined between his lips. “Always. You’re my partner.”

“You’re mine, too.” he sniffled out, dark brown eyes glistening with a pain and adoration you had never seen from him before. “That’s why we have to get you out of here.” he said quickly, pulling your arm around his neck and lifting you up from the ground.

“Why’s that?” you asked, smile curving at your lips.

“So I can make you my official partner by marrying you.”

[incorrect-blockb]

Jaehyo: I know a way I could make money.

B-Bomb: Yeah, you'd make a decent prostitute.

Jaehyo: I'd make an AMAZING prostitute.

[incorrectquotes-blockb]

p.o: what's a five letter word for disappointment?

taeil: jaehyo

jaehyo: ha! it's not a five let-

taeil: jæhyo

[smitten--kitten]

The Type to: Block B Edition

Zico: The type to have condoms stashed in every room just in case. ‘Cause you never know when you’ll need one in the pantry.

Taeil: The type to be so nervous he eats the chocolates he bought you before your date. But it is okay! He filled it with chicken nuggets and dipping sauce instead.

U-Kwon: The type to pretend he’s okay. Yeah, he broke his arm when he fell a minute ago ice skating, but he doesn’t want to cry or freak you out.

Kyung: The type that only watches the same 10 movies over and over and never feels the need to venture out and see another or add another to his favorites.

Jaehyo:  The type to not put the lid on the blender correctly and make a complete mess. He will clean it up himself without being asked though, so you can relax.

B-Bomb: The type to “Not realize” that the lush bombs and bubble bath in your bathroom were yours and “accidentally” on purpose use it.

P.O: The type to tuck you in when you fell asleep before he got home and not even re-tuck you when he realizes he didn’t leave enough blanket for himself. He’ll just cuddle closer.

[kpopshitposter]

You’re in a relationship with Minhyuk… and… the whole of Block B I guess…

(Also Taeil gets possessed or something)

[mysticalkmagines-blog]

Imagine

Block B is on tour and U-Kwon & B-Bomb send you snaps of your boyfriend Jaehyo

[ahgasetay]

Block B Finding Your Secret Tattoo

Admin: Käri 🦈

A/N: Idk why I thought of this, maybe bc I have tattoo fever but I can’t get one bc I’m a broke ass bitch

Taeil:

He could care less. Have you seen this boy? He has tattoos everywhere besides his face. The fact that you have a tattoo on your shoulder blade and the fact that it truly meant something to you made his heart swell like 5 sizes. You would find him tracing the outline of the tattoo out of habit, and it’s adorable.

Minhyuk/B-Bomb:

He thought it was hot. You can’t even fight me on this one. He saw the tattoo across your ribcage and made a sly comment about how he needs to see it more often. He will legit take off your shirt just to see it. I was going to put smth smutty and then realized I suck at it soooo

Jaehyo:

The minute he finds it he makes a big deal out of it. He dragged you into the dorm and literally screamed “LOOK AT THIS TATTOO BABE HAS! ISN’T IT GREAT?” Which literally made you turn a bright pink, and you smacked him on the shoulder. He loves you too much and he wants to show you off to the world, tattoo and all.

Yukwon/U-Kwon:

Listen, he starts off trying to play it cool. Probably saying something like “That’s cool” after you showed him. But that facade lasted all of two minutes. He then started getting all giddy and excited and asking all these questions. Even feeling the tattoo. He thought it was the coolest thing in the world.

Kyung:

He was a little pissed that you never told it, and he had to find out when you wore a swimsuit. He felt like you two were in a point in your relationship where you could tell each other these things. After the date, he confronted you about it, and you explained that it wasn’t because you were ashamed of it. It was just that sometimes you forget that it’s there and that it could be a big deal.

Jiho/Zico:

He found it on your ankle. He found it really adorable and he told you, but then he found out that it was a tattoo you and your best friend shared. And oh boy was he adorable about it. He asked questions constantly on why you two chose this tattoo and what the other half looks like. And then he asked so many questions about your best friend. He’s just so curious XD.

Jihoon/P.O:

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH I LOVE IT!!!!” He’s a baby and we love him. He thought it was so cool you had a little tattoo on the inside of your finger. He loved it even more that it meant something very significant to you. He always loved hearing the story of why you chose to have it. It was one of his favourite things. 

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

Block B “S/O wears their hoodie”

Ask:  Can I request a reaction with block b and their s/o is wearing their hoodie? I really like you're writting style~ Sry for my not so good english but its 2am here and I'm tired ;-

Zico/Jiho:

You walked into his studio, holding two coffee cups. The sleeves of Jiho’s sweater that you stole slipped down slightly but you weren’t bothered. You handed him his coffee and he glanced at your hand, recognizing the sleeve. Looking at you, he smiled and saw how the sweater looked over your jeans. It wasn’t a big deal to him, you took his sweater and you looked good in it. 

“You look good in that.” 

Kyung:

He came home late, not expecting you to be up and was thoroughly surprised to see you curled up with your book on the couch. It surprised him even more to see the hood of his hoodie over your head and not much else on you. Kyung dropped his bag, a small smile playing on his lips. You peeked over your book, cocking an eyebrow at his fingers trailing over your legs. 

“Do you always wear my clothes when I’m not around?” 

Taeil:

Taeil had such a collection to pick from when it came to stealing his sweaters. You loved it and he loved catching you. He was feeding his fish when you subtley walked past and he noticed the familiar color out of the corner of his eye. Dropping the fish food, you noticed him start to chase after you and you gave him a literal run for his money. Finally, he had you pinned on the floor with his hands agressively tickling your sides. 

“I warned you to stop stealing my sweaters, but you don’t listen.” 

Jaehyo:

He didn’t notice that you had been sleeping in his hoodie until the morning. You were curled into his chest, burried in the material of his hoodie and chuckled to himself, not wanting to wake you yet. Deciding against it, he poked you and woke you up, stroking your hair softly. 

“So is this something you always do? Or is it just to tempt me?” 

U-Kwon:

You walked into the practice room admiring the hard work everyone was putting into their dancing. You had brought everyone food and thrown on the first thing you could find, his sweater. He noticed  you and smiled, seeing the sweater he loved on you and the bags of food in your hand. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. Ukwon loved it when you wore his clothes. 

“Did you wear this on purpose? Or is this a coincidence?” 

B-Bomb/Minhyuk:

You walked into your shared bedroom, only innhis sweater and your underwear, getting ready for bed. Minhyuk looked at you, his eyes trailing to your bare legs and he pulled you into his chest. Lifting the fabric slightly, he exposed more your skin. You always looked so sexy in his clothes, even if you were trying to be comfortable. He kissed you gently, making you smile while he played with the fabric.

“You look damn good in my clothes. So effortlessly sexy.”

P.O/Jihoon:

Jihoon played with the sleeves of your sweater, mindlessly as he watched tv. He glanced over to you, noticing it was his sweater and not yours. Smiling, he pinched your cheeks, cooing over you as if you were the most precious thing alive and to him you were. 

“You can have all my sweaters as long as you look this cute in all of them.”

[jinhwankenobi]

Block B Reaction To You Having Nipple Piercings

anonymous said: [ BLOCKB REQ ] the boy’s reaction to breast piercings? i saw the other one you did and ohh dear, yess!

(a/n): a bit smutty? idk. hope you enjoy!

Taeil:

He’d probably get scared for a whole minute. He definitely didn’t expect that. But would ask you questions about it, like the whole process you went through and if it still hurts.

B-Bomb:

He would be the human representation of “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” to be honest. Even though you spark with your cute appearance (according to him), he knew you had a secret... or two.

Jaehyo:

Would probably stare longer than expected. Wants to ask you out about everything but looses his confidence and starts to stutter. You have to make sure that it’s okay that he asks you stuff.

U-Kwon:

Oh this innocent boy wouldn’t have thought about it in a million years. On the inside he’s totally freaking out but on the outside he’s trying to soothe you and wants you to know that he likes them.

Kyung:

His facial expression after your reveal it would be a mix of embarrassment, shock and joy. He wouldn’t really know how to react. Probably will thank you for sharing this with him.

Zico:

He would be like “???”. You haven’t showed him til now? How rude?? But would honestly let you know how much he likes them. Also asking if it would hurt, when he’d be touching them.

P.O:

I can see him accidentally laughing, because he’s in shock. “Babe, what is that.” Acting like he didn’t knew what’s up. Not gonna lie, he’s out there ruining the mood.

[incorrect-blockb]

Zico: Hey.

Jaehyo: Hey.

Zico: How's your night going?

Jaehyo: My what?

Zico: Night.

Jaehyo: Okay, goodnight.

[incorrectquotes-blockb]

jaehyo: i have no idea why my members bully me all the time

[5 secs later]

rest of block b: hi jaehyo

jaehyo: oh hi, my non-pretty friends

[incorrectblockb]

3. “have you seen my hoodie?” “nooo.” “you’re wearing it, aren’t you?” + ahn jaehyo

“have you seen my hoodie?” were the first words that tumbled out of jaehyo’s mouth when you picked up his call. you could hear him fumbling around in his room. 

“no,” you replied, smiling and playing with the string on the sweatshirt you were currently wearing. 

“you’re wearing it, aren’t you?” he asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

“only cause i miss you so much, i needed something to remember you by,” you feigned innocence and he laughed at your attempt. he knew you too well. 

he sighed and you heard him stop moving around. “since i miss you too, i’ll let it slide.”