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huihuiheart · 3 years ago

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Picnic Rains - Jung Subin

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Pairing: Jung Subin x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, University Au kinda

Summary: Friends since childhood, you and Subin knew everything about each other well you thought you did. Turns out though, maybe there’s still a lot more to discover.

Warnings: Cursing (very little), being sick, some mutual pining themes.

Word Count: 2436

You and Subin had first met in grade school when everyone else was intimidated by his rather blunt demeanor and perhaps also his resting bitch face even as a child. You were, however, not intimidated by any of that though you walked right up to him and wiggled into a spot in life. One that now seemed like it would be rather permanent. Now all these years later you were in university together, Subin giving up going to a more prestigious one to stick by your side as you both went off to this new part of your life.

“Is everything in the car now?” Subin asks, checking the trunk one last time to make sure everything was there, “I want to get going soon, that way we can hopefully get in before it gets dark tonight. Otherwise, our parents are going to go crazy.”

“It’s our first trip back home, they’re going to go crazy either way, but yes everything should be in the car and good to go.” You joke, nudging him away from the trunk so you could close it, “Rock, paper, scissors to decide who takes first shift for driving?”

Subin lost and took the first shift, something you’re glad for when the weather turned sour a little over an hour into the drive. Water rushed down your windshield faster than the wipers could clear it off, the wind soon picking up to add to it as it rocked the car, making you anxious from the passenger side as it was. Subin was quick to think though and noticed on the GPS a stop to pull off at and so that’s what you did.

“Hey, let’s check the weather and then call our parents and warn them it might be a while so they don’t think something happened.” He suggests, pulling up the radar with a frown, “The storm is huge...doesn’t look like it’ll let up anytime soon either.”

You lean over to look at his phone and see the weather predictions as well before shaking your head, “I’ll let my parents know...the real problem though is that if we keep the car running we’ll use most of the gas before it passes and we don’t have that much food.”

Subin sighs, nodding in agreement as he calls his parents before turning the car off, watching how hard the rain is actually falling without the windshield wipers on for a moment. You watch from where you are talking on the phone with your parents as he climbs over the center console into the back to look around for something. His head popping up again right about the time you hang up.

“Take your hoodie off, I have an idea.” Subin pesters as he taps your arm, before leaning back to pull his hoodie off. You’re confused, but you trust him enough to follow his lead and take it off.

“And what exactly is this idea, Subin?” You raise a brow as you hand it over. Watching as he shoves them both in a plastic bag he kept in his car for trash tossing his phone and the snacks you brought in there as well.

“Hand me your phone too. We’re gonna make a run for that pavilion the next time the rain lightens a little. The temperature will be better out there and we’ll be able to get to the bathrooms and vending machines from there without getting wet. Plus our hoodies will be dry.” He proudly says holding up the bag he just shoved them in, putting your phone in as well when you hand it to him. He secures the bag closed before climbing back to the driver’s seat, “We’ll go on three.”

You thought you had mentally prepared yourself enough to face the deluge that was going on outside, but as soon as the first gust covered you in a wall of rain you couldn’t help but shriek, still shocked by it all. Subin takes your hand in his as you both make it to the front of the car, leading the way to allow you to better shield your face even if it meant further limiting your line of sight because he was your guide. Getting you safely onto the little picnic area that was shielded by a pavilion, he sets the bag down onto one of the tables near the center where no water can reach even when the wind howls past.

“Why don’t you go to the bathroom and dry yourself off some before putting a dry hoodie on. I’ll do the same.” Subin suggests and you nod knowing it was a good suggestion even if the aged rest stop bathroom hand dryers wouldn’t do much to help you out. Still, anything was better than nothing after those few minutes out in the storm soaked you like this.

You make it back before Subin does and slip your hoodie on looking for a good source of warmth, which a hoodie alone certainly won’t provide but it’s a good start. Checking the battery on your phone you sigh, you were gonna have to be careful not to use that up either...so what exactly were you going to spend your time doing then? You grab a snack deciding to get some brain food while you attempt to think up an activity to do in the picnic area. Glancing over to notice Subin again when you hear someone walking over, going back to watching the rain as you think. You soon feel arms around you and notice yellow sweater paws from his hoodie as he pulls you close, settling into his hold and the warmth you both shared as you tried to get some shelter from the storm.

“So it’s gonna be a good few hours...what are we going to do?” You question, leaning your head back to look up at him as you eat, earning a shrug from Subin.

“I mean we would always jump around the tables,” Subin suggests, chuckling at the shocked look you give him.

“Right...because adding a hospital trip to traveling in this weather is exactly the way to start off our first school holiday.” You respond carefully as you roll your eyes.

“Fine then how about we ask each other questions about ourselves and if we answer wrong we have to dance on top of this table for a minute. Less dangerous but still interesting to do.” Subin changes his suggestion slightly and after glancing around to notice how there was no one else around to see you make a fool of yourself if you have to dance you agree.

Besides you’d known him for so long now that there was no way you’d get things wrong, you both knew everything about each other by now so surely this game would grow boring soon and you’d both move on to something else...or so you thought.

By the time Subin gave it up and went to get more stuff from the vending machine for you both though you had answered at least a dozen questions wrong. You should have known though, even the people closest to you don't always know everything that’s why you can always get closer, besides you had one secret you intentionally didn’t tell him. Though if it ever came up you knew you couldn’t keep even that from him, not with the way he looks at you when he asks about things.

“Okay, I got lots of stuff for us. Though it is mostly junk food snacks, but hey...better than nothing.” Subin laughs a little as he places everything down besides you on the table, “Wanna do another question to see who gets first pick at snacks?”

“Go ahead...ask your question, I got this.” You answer more confidently than you think you should have, especially considering the way a smirk finds its way onto Subin’s features.

“Do I think of you as more than a friend?” Subin decides to ask his question of choice as if it were the most casual thing to ask and not related to the anxiety-induced secret you’d just been thinking about.

“No, of course not. I know that.” Your voice is soft as you speak because while your mind told you that is what was true your heart was longing for the reality to be otherwise even if you have no basis to get that from.

“You think you know anyways, but you’re wrong. I’ve always wanted to be more. I will however accept a wrong answer in the case of free food.” Subin teases trying to keep the topic light-hearted as he felt as though he’d end up with his feelings not being reciprocated.

Your heart stopped for a moment, but you acted almost on instinct when you saw him snatch up your favorite snack, “Oh yeah? Well, I’ll ask you a question for the next pick then! Do I like you?”

“Yes,” Subin answers deadpan and you almost stumble back, confidence gone as this shocks you even more than the answer to the previous question did.

“Wait...you knew?” You meekly whisper out, feeling almost embarrassed now until he shakes his head.

“Honestly no, but asking that all smug after getting my question like that wrong made the answer a tad obvious don’t you think. Though I’ll take it.” Subin smugly states as he snatches up another of your favorites. You know he won the pics but you’re still a tad upset, not realizing it caused you to pout though as you grab another option, turning to face the storm and not Subin while you eat. Only you once again feel familiar arms wrap around you, now though they drop the snacks into your lap before Subin silently retreats back to the snack stash to get something else.

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After nearly three hours spent in the picnic area, the weather finally calmed down enough that Subin thought he’d be able to safely drive the rest of the way in it. He still had a bit of a hard time, but this time it wasn’t because of the weather. No, his gaze kept drifting to the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of you laid out across the back seat. Subin knew driving in bad weather would make you nervous so he said he’d take care of it and you could rest, but still, neither of you was exactly dry at this point and that worried him. He had given you a coat and some other things to warm you back up despite how the water brought the chill straight to your bones. Even with all that and him having the heat on in the car you still seemed cold and he just hoped it would be enough to keep you from being sick.

Getting to your family's house, Subin carefully nudges you awake and helps you climb out of the car. He guides you up to your old bedroom carefully to make sure you don’t get the bed wet. He rushes back to get all your bags and bring them to you.

“Put on something dry and try to warm up enough, please. Call me if you get sick, okay?” Subin softly requests, kissing your forehead after he gets a sleepy nod in response. After that, you hear him leave and begrudgingly do as he asked despite the urge to just go straight to sleep instead.

Subin’s request was good for you, you took a short shower that warms you up tremendously before putting on some sweatpants and another hoodie that hadn’t soaked up the rain from your form. Then you said hi to the family before settling into bed still exhausted. Your family was worried, but knowing you had been out in that weather and that exhaustion would likely help you fight any potential cold trying to settle in now they didn’t disturb you at all. Well except to bring you a hot meal after a little bit, making sure you ate properly as well.

Despite all the efforts though it wasn’t enough and you quickly realized that when you woke up the next morning feeling like your whole body was in a furnace, one that would be difficult to get out of with how much your body ached. Still, you got yourself up and moved to get some tea with lemon and honey for the sore throat that was starting to be a nuisance and let your family know before taking meds and going to rest again. You sent Subin a quick text letting him know too, quickly hearing back that he was in the same boat right now and had also come down with something. Your family was cautious but cared for you throughout the day, hearing a knock on the door once again about midafternoon only to be shocked as Subin entered your room now, hands full of stuff.

“What on earth are you doing here, Subinnie? You should be in bed resting right now too!” You scold as best you can though as you do you end up in a bit of a coughing fit.

“I was, but then I felt bad like this was kind of my fault. Besides, I missed you and we’re both sick anyways so we can hang out and be around someone.” Subin insists, setting down the tray he had before helping you sit up and settling on the opposite side of the bed, “I have the meds you’ve been taking, some soup, and some juice for both of us. I was thinking we could eat it together while watching a movie.”

Being sick you had even less of a filter than typical, not stopping at a simple nod, “That sounds good and also awfully boyfriend of you to do.”

“Well, you know...I always could be.” Subin suggests looking away from where he was setting up the food on the tray to look at you instead, your gaze moving from scrolling on the tv to his as your brows furrow.

“Could be what?” You once again had to blame your feverish brain for not picking up on what he was implying, but Subin only finds it cute as he smiles at you.

“Your boyfriend. I mean we both said we want to be more than friends and we’re constantly worrying about others and doing things like this, so why not?” Subin suggests opening a juice and handing it to you along with some meds.

“There’s no reason why not. So I guess it makes sense. My boyfriend needs to take care of himself right now though too, besides we have a movie to watch.”

Also @sannie-hannie-archive I didn’t forget to let you know about this. 😊

#fluffy february event #fic: picnic rains #victon fic #victon fluff #victon imagine #victon x reader #jung subin fic #jung subin fluff #jung subin imagine #jung subin x reader

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ddaehyeon · 4 years ago

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and when you find love: victon realizing they have fallen in love.

— requested ✧ ot7 | victon masterlist

♡ han seungwoo

desire to hold you close to him; wants to either hold your hand or cuddle with you. sometimes, he’d just settle with sitting next to you.

♡ kang seungsik

your favorites are becoming his; questions himself when did he begin liking things he’d usually not favor, why are your interests becoming a part of him, affecting him in a way that even his taste is shifting.

♡ heo chan

finds himself staring at you; a subconscious act, his friends would ask him why he would end up looking at you. though he’d deny it, the query going down on him. why do i keep on looking at them?

♡ lim sejun

doing the silliest thing just to make you happy; whatever it is that grants a laugh from you he’d do. sejun had directed new goals: to cheer you up whenever you’re down, make a smile appear on your lips, and hear your laughter.

♡ do hanse

mirroring your actions; the same gestures you’d usually do had affected him in a way that he’d find himself doing the same. when the two of you are talking, if you pick up an item on the table, he’d be also doing the same.

♡ choi byungchan

everything reminds him of you; slowly plaguing his mind. when he sees something, he’d initially be reminded of you may it be shared memory or it is just something you mentioned days ago.

♡ jung subin

dropping things to give you his time; quick to put down the things he’s doing just to become readily available— something he doesn’t usually do. a message coming from you? he’d put down the game he’s playing just to reply. wanting to hang out? he’d be there as soon.

#victon #victonwriters #victon imagines #victon scenarios #victon headcanons #victon x reader #kpop imagines #han seungwoo #kang seungsik #heo chan #lim sejun #do hanse #choi byungchan #jung subin #requests

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annyeongffs · 4 years ago

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𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠 ༄ 𝑗.𝑠𝑏 (𝗺)

𝗑𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀: 𝗉𝗐𝗉, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉.

𝗑𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗌𝗎𝖻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 + 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍(𝗂𝗌𝗁)𝖽𝗈𝗆! 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗇

𝗑𝘄𝗰: 7.2𝗸

𝗑𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿: 𝖽𝗈𝗆/𝗌𝗎𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒/𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖻4 𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉!!), 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽/𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆 "𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅" 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝗑𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁.

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You were sitting on the couch with your latest novel in hand, legs crossed politely beneath your skirt, when you heard the front door open, signaling that your boyfriend is back from his all-day lecture.

You drop the book instantly and spring up from your seat to go greet Subin. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist and places a chaste kiss on your forehead, letting his heavy bag slide off of his shoulder. You giggle when his nose nudges against your cheek, a soft whisper of “hi, Subin” leaving your lips once he presses a second kiss to your temple.

“Hi yourself, princess,” He says with a grin, “were you waiting for me?” You can’t help the pink flush that rises to your cheeks as you nod yes, his mere presence being enough to make your heart flutter. Subin swears you’re the cutest thing to ever grace the planet.

“I missed you today,” You admit with a tiny pout. You’d gone out to lunch with your best friend and her boyfriend Hanse, who also happened to be friends with Subin; but you’d felt like a third wheel without your own boyfriend at your side, even despite their best attempts to include you.

“I missed you too.” He tells you, at which you forcefully shake your head and insist, “but I missed you more.” You seal your statement by leaving your own kiss along his jaw, not being quite tall enough to reach his cheek.

Subin’s heart soars at how utterly adorable you are. “You’re too cute for your own good, baby. You’re gonna kill me one day if you keep this up.” He observes casually. You curl your fingers in the material of his shirt with a whine that you have no intention of killing him, your eyes lingering on how the fabric pulls tightly against his biceps.

Has he always been so muscular? You wonder to yourself, slowly slipping into your head. Maybe he’s been working out more... how come you’ve never noticed this before just now?

He doesn’t miss your distracted gaze, and he feels a smirk spreading when he puts two and two together to realize that maybe your blush isn’t quite as random as it seems. He doesn’t stop the smirk from growing when your small fingers begin to cautiously trace over where his sleeves end.

“You look pretty today.” He comments like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Which it is for him- hardly a day goes by without his mention of how beautiful you are- but even after all these months, it’s still new to you. Your stare drops to the floor as you take a sudden interest in your shoes.

“Thank you, Binnie.” You say quietly. You fidget with the hem of your (ahem, Subin’s) white sweater, and the image of you standing there in your little pink skirt and his oversized sweater is almost too much for him to handle.

You’ve been testing him so much lately, the length of your skirts shrinking while the collection of his shirts that you wear to bed has only been growing, and it’s gonna be the thing to end him. All it takes is one glance at your innocent smile and Subin knows he’s a goner; he’s never wanted to ruin anyone so badly in his life.

He steps into your personal space and tilts your head up with his fingers to make you return his gaze, the dark, nameless emotion swirling in his eyes jarring you. His touch is like an electric current, the simple gesture sending a trail of sparks zipping down your spine as you inhale sharply. He doesn’t say anything, only looking at you hungrily, longingly. You wanna touch him too- maybe weave your fingers through his hair or something- but before you get the chance, he brings your mouth to his harshly and gives you a kiss you never knew you needed.

He’s normally so gentle with you, his kisses soft and slow as if he’s afraid you’re made of glass. But this kiss is different for reasons you can’t explain. It’s bruising and fast and delicious, stirring up a sort of tension that you find to be entirely exhilarating. You do your best to keep up with the pace he’s set, holding back a yelp of surprise when you feel his tongue swipe teasingly across your lower lip.

You must do a pretty good job of staying with the speed of the sudden kiss, because when you eventually break apart, you aren’t the only one panting for breath. Your lips are tingling with the foreign buzz from so much pressure at once but it’s a buzz you don’t really mind. As a matter of fact, the whole room seems to be buzzing, the air alive with the rising tension as Subin’s grip tightens around your chin.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d guess that you’ve got something on your mind today. Am I right, y/n?” He asks cockily while raising one eyebrow.

He knows exactly what’s up, having seen the gleam in your eyes that hasn’t shown itself before and knowing for certain what it means. But if your widening eyes and confused expression are enough to go off of, then it’s safe to say that you don’t have a clue what’s happening.

All you know is that there’s something new bubbling in the pit of your stomach, some strange and unsettling weight building in your lower half that you haven’t ever been exposed to before. It isn’t unpleasant, per say; just new. The feeling reminds you of when you put a pot of water on the stove to boil- except rather than boiling, your body is merely simmering.

But it’s still more than enough to make you want to kiss Subin like that again.

Your blush returns with full force when you stutter out, “Well... th-there is one thing I’m, umm, thinking about...” You trail off, resisting the urge to hide your face in his chest. Subin stays put with his hand under your jaw and waits for you to tell him what you want like the good girl he knows you are.

“Can we do that again?” Comes your quiet plea, giving his shirt a slight tug to punctuate your request. “Please?” And who the hell would he be to refuse?

He brings you close again until your lips are brushing together, barely a millimeter away, and mumbles hotly, “Oh, baby, I can do so much more than that. Just you wait.” And then his mouth is back on yours, engulfing you in a heated kiss unlike any you’ve ever shared.

You let out a small sigh of content as he kisses you passionately, your body pressing against his to try to get as close as you can. Your arms wrap themselves around his broad shoulders and he takes the chance to deepen the kiss, tongue coming back out to tease you. You’ve never kissed him like this before and you don’t quite know what to do; you settle for just granting him access and allowing him to do as he pleases, ultimately pleasing you when he slides his other hand up and down the curve of your back, warm fingers dancing over your bare skin beneath the sweater and drawing out another little sigh from you.

“Jump,” He mumbles against your mouth. You pull back slightly in question, not sure you understand what he’s asking. His lips chase yours but you don’t respond immediately, continuing to stare at him with your head cocked to the side.

“I said jump, y/n. I know you can listen to me.” He says in a tone that, while soft, leaves no room for debate. You obey quickly and allow him to catch you as you wrap your legs around him, unable to contain your squeal when his hands firmly hook beneath your body, and your eyes are shut so tightly in your state of bliss that you hardly even register when Subin walks from the entryway into your bedroom, pausing only to lower you onto the bed.

He caresses your face in a sudden move of tenderness, looking straight into your heavy-lidded eyes to make sure he hasn’t hurt you. While he might be acting a little rougher than usual, the last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you, his precious angel.

His angel who was currently staring back at him with a blush so innocent it poked a dark side of his dominance, a side he always tries so hard to hide around you in fears of scaring you off. But the way you’re responding to his kisses tonight is telling him a different story- one that might let him take you to another chapter, if you’ll let him.

Subin’s thumb skims over your cheek as he keeps his arms braced on either side of you to hover over your little body. “Angel, if you want me to stop, say it now.” He says, his words hoarse with self restraint. He’s come close to losing his cool a few times before, but you’ve never tested him quite like this; and if he’s gonna be able to stop himself before he releases his grip on the dirty beast inside of him- the beast you bring to life with your sweet innocence- then he needs you to stop it now.

You blink twice and stare up at him with those doe eyes, mouth opening but finding you have nothing to say. He scans the way the sweater has started slipping off of your shoulders and inhales deeply before asking again, “I’m serious, y/n. If we’re gonna stop then you have to tell me right now or else I can’t promise to stay away from you.”

His gruff words flip a switch in you without warning. You’ve never gone any further than slow makeouts with Subin, the most risque thing you’ve done so far being the time you sat on his lap while kissing. But tonight, you discover that you want to push that boundary, even though you don’t know much of what’s beyond it.

All you really know is that you like the way these kisses feel. You like the bold way Subin’s hands dance around your shoulders, the new fire he’s started in your tummy.

You like not knowing what comes next.

“I... I don’t want you to stop, Binnie.” You answer in a whisper. Subin groans in response, the sentence making him harden instantly. He moves his hand slowly over the expanse of your neck, nails tracing the lines of your collarbone, and that beast inside of him is tugging at its chains when you inhale loudly and latch onto his wrist.

He rubs small circles into the skin at the base of your neck, admiring how easily it causes you to sigh. You don’t know what it is about them that always fascinate you. They’re just hands; but something about the powerful way his hand lingers on your skin makes you think you wanna feel it holding onto your neck.

“You have a thing for my hands, baby?” He teases with a smirk, “I can do whatever you want with them, put them wherever you want.” He uses his other hand to brush your hair out of your face so he can clearly see the lust building. “But you have to ask first.”

Your tiny surprised gasp turns into a breathy whimper when his fingers curl around your neck exactly how you hoped they would, the pressure delightful and salacious without cutting off your airflow.

Subin grins even wider. “You like that.” It’s not a question, it’s a factual statement. You nod anyways, your weak hands not trying at all to pull him off of you. “You look so pretty like this, angel. Wearing my hand like it’s a necklace.” He muses out loud. His cocky tone sends a warm feeling rushing through your abdomen, making your eyes flutter shut momentarily as you bask in how perfect his hold on you is. You never thought having his hand around your throat would be so incredible, would feel so right.

Upon seeing your eyes closing, he leans down closer to your ear, fully intending to make you even more bothered without lifting his hand from your throat.

“You like it when I talk dirty too, hmm?” He adds. “I’m not surprised. Good girls like you probably love hearing what you make people wanna do to you.” And you lose all power to resist your boyfriend’s arousing charm when he calls you that, calls you a good girl. You decide you always wanna be good for him if you’re rewarded in ways like this.

“Binnie, I-” You start timidly, but one quick squeeze to your neck has you stopping before you ask him to call you that again. “No baby, use my whole name. I wanna hear you moaning my name when I give you the pleasure you deserve tonight.” Another hot feeling begins to pool in places you’ve never felt heat pooling in before, arousal flooding you at his suggestiveness.

And because you want to stay well-behaved for him, to see how far being good will get you, you bite your swollen lip and nod your head. “Subin, can you say it again?” You beg shyly, cheeks reddening. Subin observes the way you’ve begun to breathe a little heavier and considers how obedient you’re being so far.

“Say what?”

You gulp down your embarrassment. “G-Good girl. Call me that again, please.” You sound desperate even to your own ears, but it’s a sound that beckons his dominant side into coming out to play. He’s waited far too long to ruin his innocent little angel to hold himself back.

His head drops to litter kisses around the skin not covered by his hand, seeking out the one spot that makes you whine the loudest. He finds it and nips lightly, soothing the unexpected yet not unwelcome sting over with his tongue. Your sighs grow more and more frequent as he sucks multiple hickies along your collarbone, thighs rubbing together when he licks a tantalizingly slow, seductive stripe along the entire outline of it.

He reluctantly drops his grip to replace it with his mouth, feverishly marking up your neck while he busies himself with sliding the sweater another inch off your shoulders to give him more room. “You’re such a good girl, you know that?” He murmurs into your skin, “Already so needy for me when we’ve barely even started. My good girl, all wet and eager. I’ll give you what you want, baby, I’ll give you whatever you want if you tell me to. Use your words for me.”

It’s these words, hurried and half-muffled by the way his mouth presses against you, that begin to unravel the strings laced up inside your core. You can feel yourself falling apart, succumbing to Subin’s obvious control, letting your desire to feel everything he promises to make you feel cloud out any doubt in your mind. You wanted Jung Subin, and even if it killed you to ask for it, you wanted him now.

The only problem is that you don’t know what to ask for.

“I want you, Subin.” You inform him with a slight wobble in your voice, “I want to feel more... please.” You add the please at the end in hopes that it might cause him to suck a little harder at your neck, but your pleading instead makes him pull off of you and gaze down at the mess he’s made of his beautiful girlfriend.

“You want more?” He prompts you, “What do you mean by more? You wanna be choked some more? Is that it, angel?” As appealing as that is, you shake your head meekly, wiggling noticeably underneath him.

“I wanna feel you.” You say with crimson stained cheeks.

Subin takes his hand and lightly caresses your hickey-covered jaw, unable to resist the temptation to slip two fingers into your wet mouth. You suck on them the moment his fingers are there, unsure of what possibly made you do it but liking the results nonetheless, especially when he curses under his breath at how fucking hot you look in this position. You swirl your tongue around them experimentally and it sends him into another world, making him remove his fingers hastily before he envisions how well you’d suck his dick.

You whine at the loss of contact and Subin chuckles darkly, not wiping off his fingers. “Where do you wanna feel me?” He asks you in a sultry voice. His hand slides beneath the sweater easily and finds its way to your chest, where he runs his large palms over the white lace bra you wore under it. “Did you want to feel me here?” He continues. You’re too flustered to speak when he playfully snaps at your bra strap before moving down lower.

Your breath hitches audibly when Subin ghosts over your stomach, descending even lower, hand cupping cautiously around the place where you needed him the most. “Or maybe... you wanna feel me here.” He remarks, “Is this where you want me, princess? Want me playing between your pretty thighs, tasting what no one has ever touched before?” His dirty comments are sending stars into your vision.

He’s relentless in his teasing, fingers edging around your innocent white panties under the cute skirt he can’t wait to push up later. “Want to see my head between your legs as I eat you out, make you sigh and whine until you can’t stand it anymore? Wanna fuck yourself senseless on my tongue? Do you want that, y/n?” You can't control the moan that leaves you at his words, hips unintentionally rising off of the bed to push yourself against his body. He hisses at your actions and lifts the band to your underwear, the cool air hitting your core making you whine. The sensation of his finger tracing your pussy gently is unlike anything else on the planet.

“Yes,” You call desperately when he softly rubs against you, the friction giving you only the tiniest bit of respite from the overwhelming heat spreading through you, “Subin, please.”

“Please what? Be a good girl and tell me, baby. I told you to use your words.” He instructs as he teases your core with his hand.

You can’t take it anymore. “Please give me m-more,” You gasp out despite your horrible embarrassment, “Make m-me feel all the things you just said you would. I-I wanna feel you... between my legs.” You stutter furiously, but it’s all Subin needs to push his finger into your pussy, groaning at the same time you let out a rather shaky sigh.

“Fuck, princess,” He curses when he feels how warm and tight you are. “You’re absolutely fucking perfect, you know? You take my fingers so well, you dirty girl. You’re behaving so good for me tonight.” He praises you as he moves his fingers in a steady rhythm, trying to go slow so he won’t hurt you even though every bone in his body is screaming to fuck you into next week with his hands alone.

But all efforts of slow are abandoned the second you latch onto his neck and begin sucking, attempting to make him feel half as good as you do right now as you press little kisses to his skin. Subin’s pace quickens while you pepper open-mouthed lovebites on his throat, your small wrist tugging at his shirt to signal that you want it off. You don’t know what’s gotten into you- you have a nearly carnal desire to run your hands along as much of his skin as you can, to rake your nails down the abs you’ve only seen once or twice at the beach.

He gets the hint and strips the shirt off of himself without removing his fingers from your pussy, tossing the garment somewhere before leaning back down to loom over your writhing figure. Your hands explore his naked chest with an enthusiasm that you didn’t know you possessed, appreciating his warm skin with little kisses and scratches as he continues to pleasure you at an increasing rate.

“Fucking hell, y/n,” He says with his brows furrowed, “how long have you been so desperate for my touch? How long have you felt this needy, this wet?” He coos mockingly, speeding up as your back begins to arch slightly, pushing you even further into him. “Your body is practically begging to get fucked, baby. Look at you, whining so prettily for me while your pussy tries to suck my fingers in. You like fucking yourself against my hands?”

A loud cry escapes your lips at his downright nasty words. They’re obscene and crude and filthy; and you love it.

“M-Mouth,” You sigh pathetically as you grip his broad shoulders for dear life. “I wanna feel y-your mouth, Subin, wanna feel your mouth down- down there.”

And because you asked so nicely, Subin smirks and slides his slick-covered fingers out of you, making you flush shyly when he raises them to his lips and tastes your essence. He pins you to the bed with just his heated stare, head spinning at how much he’s gonna taint you tonight.

“You might wanna hold onto the sheets, princess,” He warns as he sinks to kneel in front of your needy core, “because I don’t know if I can be gentle after tasting how fucking sweet you are for me.” You moan again at the firm kiss he places on your inner thigh. He’s so close to where you want to feel him; so close to bringing you to a high you’ve never even dared to dream of before.

He doesn’t dive in until he’s positive you want him to. Your little sighs of content turn into cries of his name the second his tongue is flicking at your core, sucking skillfully while his fingers return to the scene to slowly drag along your walls. You find yourself heeding his warning and bunching up the sheets in your fists to keep yourself from screaming out at how utterly good his tongue feels against your folds.

“Subin, fuck,” You sigh weakly, unable to handle the image of his head between your thighs, “I-It feels so good, Subin, so good.”

“Yeah?” He replies, and the vibrations against your sensitive pussy almost send you careening over the edge, hurtling into the clouds of complete ecstasy. But before you get the chance, Subin once more removes his fingers, causing you to whine for him. You were almost there, almost ready to have your very first orgasm.

“Why did you stop-” Your words are cut off when he resumes fucking you with his mouth, turning your protests into mewls of how good everything feels.

“You’re gonna come on my tongue, y/n” He demands, his dominant tone making you meet his eyes, “You’re gonna fall apart in my mouth and I better hear you saying my name as you do. Got it angel?” He leaves no room for argument, and as soon as you nod your head yes, he’s back to eating you out like a champ, head moving to reach every little spot that drives you wild.

You’re within seconds of falling apart as he guides you to your high with his tongue- but the single thing that pushes you over the edge is his hot whispered praise of “good girl.”

You come undone with a cry louder than any of your previous noises, mouth repeating his name like it’s the only word you know as your vision momentarily blanks. You’re on top of the fucking world- your head is spinning like a top but you swear you’ve never felt so good before in your entire life, never felt like you’re both falling and flying at the same time. Subin’s tongue guides you through your high, cock fully hard at your lust filled moans of his name as you ride out on cloud nine.

He only detaches his mouth when you squirm away form him, panting and breathlessly relaxing your hold on the sheets.

Your blush is practically painted on your face at this point, fully aware of the way your panties are still shoved to the side and the skin still exposed by your skirt. You pull Subin back from his place between your legs and press soft kisses to his bare chest to wordlessly express your thanks.

Subin, meanwhile, is fighting hard to keep you from noticing his raging hard-on. His only focus tonight was you: your pleasure and your cries and your orgasm, his only goal being to bring you the feelings your sweet innocent mind hadn’t dreamt of before.

But now that he’s had a glimpse of how perfectly good you are for him in bed, he can’t help but wonder how good you’d feel under him, how well you’d take his cock as you sigh out his name. He can’t rid himself of the mental image no matter how hard he tries to, grounding himself in the sweet kisses you’re spreading on his chest. He’s got to snap out of this; he has to keep being gentle-

“Subin,” You mumble into his skin, “Did that- did you feel good, too?” As amazing as he made you feel, you want to know that he’s satisfied too, to know if he enjoyed it as much as you did. It wouldn’t seem fair to you if he did all the work with nothing in it for himself.

Subin gulps, nervous for the first time tonight. “Yes, princess. I loved every second of it. You were so good for me.” He praises you, and you can’t believe how easily his praise stirs up another fire inside you, making you feel like you’re ready for even more.

“I can keep being good for you,” You tell him in a modest whisper. “I can keep being your... your good girl.” You offer, the new part of you he’s unlocked making you bold enough to suggest that maybe, just maybe, you wanna go further with him tonight.

Subin opens his mouth to protest and tell you that you don’t need to do that, that you’ve done more than enough for one night. He even tries to persuade you to put on some pajamas and get ready for sleep; but you aren’t having it.

You cut off his rambling with a kiss so wanton that he can hardly believe you had the guts to do it, but he’s far from complaining as he hungrily accepts everything you have to give him, feeling how eager you are to please him.

His precious girl, so needy and obedient, wanting to please him like he’s just pleased you. Sadly for Subin, that’s a thought for another time, because he knows he won’t last long at all if he starts fantasizing about your mouth on his cock. Instead he settles for another fantasy, the one that brings you both pleasure.

He’s discovered tonight that you seriously get off on hearing his thoughts, hearing about the dirty things you plant in his head, and now is as good a time as ever to talk you through one more.

But he has to make sure you want it first. He’s already taken you so far- he won’t let it go any further until he’s absolutely positive that you won’t regret giving him more.

He ends the kiss and stares straight into your eyes, the gesture so meaningful and loving that your heart melts a little bit. He’s always taking care of you, always putting you first. You wish he’d let you put him first for once- but the warmth lingering in your core says maybe you’ll still get the chance to.

“Y/n, you know you can always stop.” Subin says seriously. “You don’t need to do anything else if you don’t wanna. Please don’t push yourself into doing something if you aren’t ready for it.” He kisses your cheeks, your nose, and lightly pecks your lips. “I would never want you to go too far to please me, baby. I’m always satisfied just to be in your heart, and I... I don’t need to be anywhere else, angel. I promise.”

His confession is laced with so much love that it brings tears to your eyes. His words are sincere, the proof in his statement made obvious by the adoring gaze he wears. You’ve never felt so safe- never felt so wanted, so secure. You don’t think you can love anyone else the way you love Subin.

And it’s this display of love, this moment of sweet vulnerability, that makes you more sure of yourself than ever before. You’re ready for what comes next- you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wanna give him your all. You wanna give him every little piece of you, body and heart.

“I love you so much, Binnie.” You say with a smile. He’s so whipped for you that he doesn’t bother to comment on the nickname.

“I love you, and... I know I’m ready. I don’t want to stop tonight, please. I want you to make me yours.” You add.

Subin abandons any reservations about going further the moment the words are out of your mouth, seeing clearly the trust and desire that shines in your eyes. He nods and gently lays you back down, sensing zero fear from you as he slides the sweater off of your body.

He can’t believe how lucky he is. “You’re gorgeous, y/n, fucking gorgeous,” He worships with an awestruck look on his face, wiping away all of your insecurities, “every inch of you is perfect baby.”

And with that, he slides off your skirt, leaving only a thin layer of clothing between your skin and his.

Your hands itch to grab for his belt, but as you begin to reach out, Subin tsks and lightly swats your hands away. “Let me do that y/n. Just relax for me, yeah? Lay there and keep on looking like a fucking angel, that shouldn’t be a problem for you.” He says in a lower voice- you whine when you realize he’s back to being bedroom Subin.

He removes everything in one swift motion, and you fail to hold back the loud gasp at how hard he is. You’ve never really seen a dick before, never wondered about it or thought about it, but seeing Subin’s cock standing decidedly at attention makes you wish you knew more. You can’t stop staring at how intimidating it looks- does it hurt him that it’s so obviously hard? Will you be able to feel the veiny ridges along it as it drags against your walls? Or for that matter... will you even know what to do with yourself when it’s inside you?

Subin hums at your innocent surprise, memorizing the way your head tilts to the side while you study his cock. He comes back into your personal space to run his hands along your sides, giving you no warning before he tugs your panties off and rubs you without any barriers. You whine again, back arching off of the pillows to push your bodies together.

His body pins you against the bed, keeping you right where he wants you- but you have other ideas. Ideas that involve straddling his lap and seeing what would happen if he fucked up into you after you’ve been lying down for so long.

You look up at him with the prettiest pout you can muster. “I wanna... wanna get on top. C-can I please get on top, Subin? Please?” You beg him with stars in your eyes. Subin is so fucking whipped for your dirty request that he allows it, marveling in what a good girl his y/n is. He leads you into another brutal kiss, and you feel the knot reforming itself in your stomach when you break away with a strand of saliva still tethering your lips together. It’d be nothing short of nasty if it wasn’t with him.

“Climb aboard, baby.” He beckons you, and you blush at the mere thought of sinking yourself down on him.

He moves so you’re straddling his lap with his back against the headboard, bare pussy still slick from your orgasm. You grind down on his thigh when his hand makes its way into your hair, wrapping the strands around his fist and tugging just ever-so-slightly, enough to give you a taste of the stinging sensation on your scalp. You gasp, not expecting to like the feeling as much as you do, and it provokes Subin to tug a little harder, eventually drawing out a moan.

“You gonna ride me, princess, or do wanna keep fucking my thigh?” He coaxes. Your blush deepens but you stop rubbing against his leg anyways, not totally coherent when you moan out that yes, you’re gonna ride him.

“I’ll be gentle.” He murmurs suddenly, cupping your face with one hand so he can tenderly gaze at you. You nod and hover over him, bracing yourself for the initial pain you’ve heard every girl has on their first time, and Subin frowns at how your nose scrunches up unhappily.

“Baby, don’t think too hard.” He persuades you to loosen up, knowing you’ll hurt more if you’re tense. “I’ll talk you through every step of the way if you want. You gotta relax for me though, okay? You’ll feel better if you let yourself go. I’m right here, love.” His reassurance is the final push you needed to unclench your muscles, mind going completely empty as you slowly, slowly begin to lower yourself onto him.

And oh fuck did it burn.

You cry out at the uncomfortable sensation, feeling your core stretch to accommodate his length. Subin doesn’t dare move a millimeter, allowing you to have control of your pace since he knows your little body has never done this before, never had to adjust to this. You pause your movement to let yourself get used to the burn for a second when he’s halfway inside, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you hang on for dear life.

“It stings, Subin.” You whine, “Is- is it supposed to sting?”

He shushes you affectionately, kissing your temple. “Shh, angel, I know it hurts. It’ll go away real soon. I promise it will.” He consoles in a soft voice. You nod and continue to sink down, biting your lip to keep from complaining again when he’s fully entered you, the intense burn making you think something’s just snapped inside of you.

Subin stays totally still as you stop again to adjust to the stretch. He oh so desperately wants to buck up into you, wants to drive himself into your pussy that he swears must’ve been made for him; but he restrains himself because he doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want to bring you any kind of pain. So he waits patiently until you start moving.

You move your hips experimentally, whining sharply at the burn but finding that the more you do so, the less it stings. Subin groans lowly when you find a steady, slow pace, lifting yourself up and down- and all at once, the stinging turns into pleasure, an earth-shattering sensation that sets every nerve ending on fire with a delicious heat.

The pain dissipates entirely. Subin sees the change in your expression, your furrowed brows raising and your mouth opening as you let out an airy sigh that carries no hint of discomfort. Your walls suck him in like a wet vice, warm and tight and such a perfect fit that he thinks he could be in danger of cumming first, solely because of how amazing you feel.

“S-Subin,” You call out his name in a breathless moan. “Fuck, Binnie, I feel so- so good.” You sigh again in sheer bliss, and your eyes threaten to roll back into your head.

“How good, y/n?” He asks, making your moans increase rapidly in volume when he begins to meet your hips with slow thrusts of his own. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

You babble incoherently as you attempt to describe the otherworldly pleasure that shoots through every inch of your body like a forest fire. “So good, Subin, so full, so much...” You can’t finish your sentence as a particularly deep thrust causes you to cry out once more. “Oh my god, Subin!”

A self-satisfied smirk rests on his lips when he hears you gasping for breath, unable to keep yourself together as he fucks into you at a quicker pace. “That’s it, y/n. I’m gonna give you the best fucking night of your life tonight. You’ve been such a good girl for me, so obedient. Good girls deserve to come, yeah?”

His question is rhetorical but you answer anyways, a strangled yes escaping you when he brings his hand back up to loosely grip your throat. The knot is pulling tighter and tighter inside of you, feeling like a rubber band being stretched out and it’s only a matter of minutes before you break.

Subin could come right then and there when he sees your fucked-out expression as he takes you with his hand on your neck, a steady mantra of his name leaving your mouth over and over. But he’s determined to make you come first- good thing he knows your weaknesses.

“You’re close, baby, I can feel it,” He begins to talk dirty to you once again and prides himself on the way your pussy clenches around him, “I can feel how close you are to losing it, to cumming on my cock. You think you can do that for me, y/n? Will you fall apart on my cock like my good little princess?”

You nod frantically as you chase the high that waits for you, the high Subin is providing with his nasty mouth and his heavenly thrusts. Your hips bounce in an irregular pace as you feel it approaching, a wave of pleasure about to crash over you, about to send you into a state of euphoria.

“Please, Subin, please,” You plead as his hold tightens on your throat, “I- I wanna come on your cock, Binnie, please make me c-come!”

Subin growls at your high pitched begging and sets the pace at a breakneck speed, seconds away from destroying you. “Your wish is my command, princess.” He says hotly.

It takes three more moans of “oh my god” for you to reach your high, officially falling apart when Subin whispers in your ear as he thrusts up into you, “Come for me, y/n.”

And you obey easily, screaming louder than you have all night as you lose yourself in the feeling of spinning out in a haze of pleasure. You’ve never felt anything as fucking good as this- not in a million years.

Subin can’t wait another second before he pulls out quickly, cutting it really close as your orgasm causes him to lose all control and comes over your tummy, covering you in his seed; thankfully, you’re too blissed out to give a damn about the sticky mess, the both of you panting like you’ve just run a marathon as you collapse onto your sides with eyes shut tightly.

You both wind down with your chests heaving, unsure of how many minutes pass by (at least four, but you guess it’s more than that) until Subin turns to face you with a warm grin.

“How was it, princess?” He asks with just the slightest hint of pink on his cheeks.

You smile back at him, your fingers weaving with his and pressing a kiss into his knuckles. “I loved it, Binnie, every bit of it.” You admit softly, your face taking on a glow of sheer happiness that looks so damn sexy on an angel like you. Subin can’t help pulling your head towards his to give you a long, sweet kiss, this one slow and unhurried as you bask in the intimacy of just being together.

“I love you y/n.” He murmurs, and you smile against his lips as you tell him you love him more.

You stay curled up like that for a few moments until Subin remembers what a mess he’s left on your tummy, the pink flush spreading when he moves to get up from the bed. You whine, thinking he’s leaving, but he shushes you and strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“I’m just gonna get you cleaned up, baby, I’ll be right back.” He promises. You let his hand go, eyes sliding shut as you begin to feel exhaustion setting in. He gets up and walks to the bathroom to get a wet rag, still feeling dazed from the wild ride he never expected to happen tonight, and comes back to dab at your stomach. You wiggle at the tickling sensation, laughing quietly when Subin purposefully blows cold air on your skin just to be funny.

He grabs a t-shirt once he’s finished cleaning you up, coaxing your tired body into sitting up for a few seconds so he can tug it on you before letting you flop back down. You lay there on your back, eyes shutting again, and Subin can’t stand how cute and sweet you look all swaddled in his clothes with your cheeks glowing brightly. You’re perfect, he thinks to himself as he slides on some pajama pants, absolutely freaking perfect.

He manages to get you underneath the covers and turns out the light before he slips into bed with you, mesmerized by the steady rise and fall of your chest. He can hardly believe that you’re asleep so quickly; but your little sighs give you away, confirming that you have, indeed, drifted off into dreamland.

Subin smiles to himself and kisses your cheek lovingly as he cradles you in his arms.

“Sleep well, princess.” He whispers softly, “You deserve it.”

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗵, 2021. 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 @𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖿𝖿𝗌; 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒! -𝗸𝘆𝗹𝗮

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seungs1ks · 3 years ago

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new victon writing blog!💙💛

hello alices of tumblr!

welcome to a new victon writing blog! my name is sab.

i am taking requests for scenarios, drabbles, reactions, etc.! i write fluff & smut for all members of victon x reader. please, no non-con, or member/member pairings. feel free to to request multiple members for drabbles and reactions.

thank you for reading. i’m so excited to write for my favorite boys and i hope you alices enjoy reading💕

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felixstarry-freckles · 2 years ago

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Saturday 6:05 pm | Study Session pt. 1

Jung Subin x Bestfriend!reader

It was a warm spring day, the sun hit you with its days pushing a yawn out of you. You and your best friend spent time in the library studying for you midterm exams. Which meant you were already exhausted.

“Y/n~” he whined

“Yes?” You asked as you flipped the page of your textbook. “I don’t want to study, my brain hurts,”

“Unfortunately you’re paying for an education, so if you fail this midterm then it’ll become harder to pass the class. Then that can lead to failing the class,”

Subin sighed, he just did not have the brain capacity to study at that moment. All he wanted to do was play Mario Kart with his best friend(and long-time crush) but all you wanted to do was study.

Subin can’t blame you though, both of you were studying medicine; in hopes that you can become a surgeon and Subin just wanted to be a pediatric. The fact that both of you were studying medicine made it even more important for the two of you to pass your exams.

After thirty minutes of you studying and Subin day-dreaming you decided maybe it was for the best to stop. If Subin was just not in the mindset to study you can’t do much about it. “Hey Subin, let’s go back to my place and play some video games,” Subin who had woken from his day dream smiled.

“Really?” you nodded then spoke, “Only if you promise to study with me throughout this week since our exam is Friday,”

“Yeah of course, I just don’t feel like I can concentrate today,” Subin said, packing his things. You gave him a hesitant look but decided to trust him. You started to pack your things while thinking to yourself how you really hope both of you can get through midterms to enjoy spring break fully.

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ethereal-lix · 3 years ago

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So I’ve noticed that’s there’s a lack of Victon imagines and stuff and that makes me super sad cause I love them, I don’t normally send in requests bc I never know what to request and I feel so so so awkward doing it but for victon I’ll send in requests lol

So if you write for victon reblog this and/or message me and I’ll send you some requests. I have a lot of ideas and I’ve written them down. So if you want some victon requests OR requests in general let me know and I’ll send them in 😊😊

If you know someone who’s requests are open please let me know

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liumoonlight · 3 years ago

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Honest Mistake~Part 7 (Finale)

Summary: You were in love with Seungwoo. He was the man of your dreams, until he broke your heart. Enter Subin, a mysterious individual you had a faithful encounter with. He was someone you began to slowly fall in love with, but you knew nothing much about him. Would you tell him the truth keep your feelings to yourself?

Genre: Fluff, Heartbreak, Cheating, Romance

WC: 665

<== Part 6

“Han?”

You didn’t expect to see Seungwoo. It was almost as if you saw a ghost. Subin was just as surprised as you.

“So this is why you couldn’t give me an answer?”

“What’s he talking about? What’s goin on?”

You couldn’t begin to explain yourself. Your tears began to fall down your face as you continuously tried to give Subin an answer. You wanted to so badly but you couldn’t put the words together to even say anything. Before long Subin caught on himself.

“Oh… I see.”

Before you could say anything. Subin started to push himself away from you. You could see the pain that was just dealt clear as day. It was an all too familiar feeling.

“Subin I-.”

“I have to go.”

“Wait please let me explain. Let me explain everything.”

No matter how hard you pleaded with him, your words were falling on deaf ears. He turned away from you, making that pain even harder to heal. You knew even if you did stop him you still wouldn’t know what to say. You watched as he walked away from you leaving you alone. You felt like you lost everything all over again. You turned to still see Seungwoo standing near you.

“No. There’s your answer.”

“Y/n. I-“

“Why would I put myself through that pain again? You left me because you wanted someone else, and now that it’s gone you thought I would just come back with open arms? It took me forever to heal from that damage you dealt me, and now it’s happening all over again. So no Seungwoo. No is my answer.”

“Wait y/n I-“

“Leave me alone!”

As you said that you walked away, leaving Seungwoo alone. You walked for what felt like hours until you made it home. You went no further than your couch when you broke down crying. All you could think about was Subin. You wanted to tell him the truth before everything happened the way it did. Now you wandered if you would ever see him again, or would he ever look at you the same way. You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a knock at your door. Was it Seungwoo? Was it Subin? Your heart raced as you slowly opened the door.

“Hi.”

You let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was Subin. You wanted to hug him but instead you let him in slowly trailing behind him. You both sat in silence trying to figure out a way to break the ice. You didn’t know what to say to him and you could tell he was thinking the same thing.

“Subin I-“

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t kno how to. I wanted to tell you.”

“So tell me now.”

You nodded and proceeded to tell him the truth. You told him everything from the beginning to the end. As you finished he sat in silence not sure how to take what he just heard.

“Im sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I’m sorry.”

You started to get up before you were stopped by Subin.

“Y/n I will admit that I don’t know how to feel about everything that you told me. I’ll admit that I wish I knew before, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I can’t change that and I don’t want to.”

“But I-“

Before you could say anything else, Subin pulled you in kissing you. All that you were feeling in that moment was replaced with a smile. He looked at you smiling letting you know that everything was ok between the two of you.

“Yes.”

“Hmm?”

“Yes. I’ll go out with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

You pulled him in gently kissing him as you gave him your answer. You could tell this was real. It was genuine. You felt something you hadn’t felt in quite some time. Love.

#victon #victon x reader #victon fanfic #sorry for the wait #the reader x jung subin #the reader x han seungwoo #victon fluff #victon scenarios #victon imagines

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baka-writings · 4 years ago

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𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝙈𝙏𝙇 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙆𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙣

Warnings: None ♥

A/N: This is based purely on my opinion

M O S T

Hanse

Seungwoo

Chan

Sejun

Byungchan

Subin

Seungsik

L E A S T

Hanse and Seungwoo are the most open minded in my opinion that’s why I put them 1st and Hanse is actually really good at English so I think he’d even try to speak in English with you.

Sejun, Chan and Byungchan give me those vibes that they wouldn’t mind that you’re a foreigner, If they loved you they wouln��t care where you were from, but I think they wouldn’t necessarily consider it that much. If that makes sense.

Subin is young so I put him the 2nd least because his preferences might change and I don’t think he thinks about such things that much. He wouldn’t mind dating a foreigner of course, but as I said it’d take him a bit more time to actually make up his mind.

Seungsik strikes me as a traditional man who’d prefer someone Korean, but don’t get me wrong please, it doesn’t mean he’d not date a foreigner, it’s just that he’d mostly go for someone korean.

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moonandsunwoo · 3 years ago

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VICTON in Hogwarts

➛ victon in Hogwarts

➛ warnings: none

➛ I would like to remind everyone that this is my opinion and you're free to disagree! this is just how I would sort them if were some sort of sorting-hat...now enjoy:)

Head strong, hot headed Seungwoo would get sorted into Gryffindor the second the hat touched his head

Grinning from ear to ear that boy, skipping over to his new home, already looking forward to a new chapter in life

To be very honest, he was terrified and couldn’t believe the sorting-hat actually saw courage as one of his main traits so that’s on that

Boasty loud student he is, always showing off but never at inappropriate times

You just knew him alright

He was the chosen one in terms of noise

Where he was, laughter followed

Not afraid to stick up for other people tho

So if you think you can make fun of someone and make them feel very bad about themselves, expect Seungwoo to show you your place

There’s only a few things he couldn’t stand and morning classes history of magic and bullies were two of them

The other ones were Madam Pomfreys cough-medicine and the fanged geranium in the greenhouse

Yeah with that one he was at war

Seungwoo was also at war with every single other plant that had teeth or fangs of any sort

Like he would bite them back if he could

Plants and his hotheaded hastiness just didn’t get along well, alright

And without the help of a certain Hufflepuff he’d never pass herbology

But lucky him, there was Seungsik

Seungsik who, when he walked to his house after sorting, almost tripped over his own cape

He was so nervous oh dear

Nervous and excited because he really couldn’t wait to see the common room and the fireplace and…

He’s heard so many stories about it!

The sweetest soul in Hogwarts

Despises fights with all he’s got

One day, during DADA, instead of hexing his opponent, he made sunflowers grow.

It was an accident of course

But it pretty much reflected on how Seungsik was as a person

He’s a bit messy in a head in the clouds kind of way

Always has a spare roll of parchment and some ink in his bag

The parchment for Seungwoo and the ink…

The ink for his fellow Hufflepuff-friend Hanse

Hanse who looked like everything but a Hufflepuff but with a heart made of absolute gold and kindness and sunshine

Hanse who has basically all of Slytherin whipped for him because omg a walking aesthetic

Hanse who always runs short on ink because he keeps scribbling on his hands and arms when he’s bored in class

He’s really good in charms and transfiguration

Like really good, and everyone is kinda in awe

So logically you shouldn’t mess with him just because he could jinx you to shreds

But then again, you shouldn’t mess with him in general if you don’t want a hoard of angery slytherin chase you out of Hogwarts

And a bunch of Hufflepuff chase you from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade and back

He’s just everyone’s most precious boy

Most precious boy who sadly sucks at history of magic because he just thinks it’s so effing boring

Lucky him theres someone who can help him out there

Byungchan that is!

Now, history of magic isn’t a subject that the Ravenclaw cares much about either

But at least he pays attention

And he takes notes, which later always safe everyone’s ass

Notes he willingly shares among his friends and literally everyone else that struggles

It’s become a thing in Hogwarts to go and mass study with Byung in the library

Just because he seems like a person to be nice to have around when dying of stress

He will help, no worry

Always such a friendly tutor with dimples on full display It’s a free real estate

Best hugs but only the close one get to experience these

Many swoon for the tall Ravenclaw okay

And he knows lets be honest

It just makes him grin lightly tho

Very much unlike Chan

Chan who gets all giddy and smiley and panik when he notices the stares

Ngl first he thought they were directed at Byungchan

Until he went to the library alone and he still got them and oh

For a Gryffindor he sure can be a very grounded one

He just doesn’t really know how to deal honestly

But he gets super happy and sparkly eyed when someone compliments him

Happily glancing over at his friends trying to contain a remark

Failing

Heochan sunnyboy almost got sorted into Hufflepuff too by the way

But then the sorting-hat sensed the competitiveness

And it was like; nope

To the lions you go

He wanted to join the quidditch team

But then he saw the bludgers up close and decided that he would rather watch from the stands tbh

Scared baby

But don’t baby him okay

Baby someone else instead

Subin for example

Even though Subin is technically and literally and just very much a snake Slytherin and he will bite you maybe

With his sassy comments and unexpected comebacks

He’s the baby of this wild mix of friends and no one actually knows how he ended up in our lovely little group

But he fits right in

Subin who had a boost of confidence somewhere during thirst year

When a boggart literally hesitated to change shape when met with Subin

Like this boy just has no fears

Well a few he does but no one looked at Subin the same way after that incident

Excellent at potions

Has a steady hand and patience and a more that one functioning braincell

Which is very much why he is the last straw preventing his fellow Slytherins cauldron to blow up

Sejun has probably one functioning braincell that’s why

Recipes are also just so boring to read alright

And who cares many times you have to stir and in what darn direction??

Ridiculous really

He rather spends his times in the stars

For someone who can’t sit still for two minutes, having Astronomy as a favourite subject sure is unexpected

But Sejun loves it

And he also loves having deep-talk with Seungwoo and Chan when Slytherin is paired up with Gryffindor again whilst measuring out stars

Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry who

He’s also a bit of a messy person like Seungsik

But he’s more… a chaos screaming kind of messy

No one in Hogwarts breaks more quills

The amount of money this boy has already spent just to replace broken or lost quills is upsetting

And he makes sure to whine about it constantly

It’s an ongoing thing really

Seungwoo joked that they should gift him one made of stone next Christmas

They didn’t

They ended up gifting him a glass-quill

Sejun almost had a nervous breakdown

Hogwarts would be a lot quieter after they graduated

McGonagall would miss them tho

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babysubinnie · 4 years ago

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can i get gang! han seungwoo please? maybe part of heochan's but seungwoo's girlfriend or wife please... thank you...

stay or go // han seungwoo

🧚🏻‍♂️ pairing:: han seungwoo x reader 🧚🏻‍♂️ genre:: angst, gang leader!seungwoo 🧚🏻‍♂️ summary:: the wife of seungwoo is something you could never get used to. the fact that anyone would believe the fact that you get to call yourself seungwoo’s wife. when you finally get to meet the love of your life’s group of friends, it was a matter of time before things flipped out. ——————————————————————————

“i’m so scared to meet these guys. seungwoo are you sure this is a good idea?” i looked up at him when he continued to pull me towards the huge mansion that i never got to see. this was the first time, and i didn’t know how to feel.

i remember the day when seungwoo told me that he was a leader of a gang. well, but it was an accident that i found out. i was finding a shirt after a shower at seungwoo’s apartment when i opened the wrong drawer to find a few guns. i looked at him over my shoulder, and that’s when he told me everything.

“baby, you got me, the goddamn leader.” when we stood at the front door, he put his arm around my waist pulling me chest to chest to him pressing his lips hard to mine. i giggled as he did it before he tapped his card onto the wall not letting go of me. when we started walking through, he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together while walking to the front door which took about two minutes because it was so far from the gate.

this house couldn’t even be called a mansion. this was a goddamn castle. i knew they were rich, but this was a even bigger way to show me that they were hella rich. it was expensive.

“wanna buy me a car?” i giggled after gawking at the house, and seungwoo put his arm around my waist taking his hand out of my hand. he kissed the top of my head smiling while putting his hand on the door handle.

“anything you want my love.” he laughed then opened the door smiling when all the boys were chasing around one boy that had the most infectious laugh. they kept screaming at the boy yelling ‘chan’ and how they were going to kill him but when they saw their leader walking in, they all froze in the spot they were in.

there were 6 of them staring at us while standing in the hallway. i hid behind seungwoo and he laughed starting to pull away from me but i grabbed his shirt to stop him from walking away. he kissed the top of my head then walked away while telling all the boys to be nice. i stood there frozen because seungwoo had left me in the middle of the house with no backup.

“i’m han y/n.” i tried not to stutter as i spoke but i didn’t think i did a very good job covering up the fact that i was scared as hell. the boy with the grey hair and blond highlights giggled and then realized that i had said my last name was han.

“i’m subin.” the blond haired boy smiled then walked up to me but the boy named chan pulled him back to his side. he told subin to stay while walking over to me. he looked me up and down then smirked.

“i’m assuming sister because of the last name?” he walked closer to me and i laughed nervously because wow was he good looking. all of them were hella good looking. just as i was about to answer, i felt a pair of arms pull me away from chan.

“wife actually.” seungwoo picked up my left hand to show the boys my ring. i hide behind seungwoo’s shoulder and he laughed moving his arm around my waist to glare at the boys in front of me.

“when did you get married?” i remember when seungwoo told me about seungsik. he would definitely question everything. i didn’t know if this was him, but i’m assuming this was him because he did seem like he would be.

“seungsik. i would have told you if you weren’t so busy with that problem. i wanted to tell you, but i didn’t have the chance.” seungwoo started getting nervous. he said he was the leader but he was scared of this guy.

“it’s fine i knew you were getting distracted regardless.” he shrugged and seungwoo’s jaw clenched before he pulled seungsik aside into what i assumed was his office.

“they’re gonna fight again.” another member came up to me and threw his arm around my shoulder smiling before walking over to the kitchen. he sat me down at the counter then went to the fridge.

“let me introduce all of them. i’m sejun, that’s byungchan, hanse, chan who you know, subin, our youngest and the one fighting with seungwoo is seungsik.” he smiled pouring the vodka into the orange juice before handing it to me.

“i figured you were a screwdriver type of girl.” he smiled and i laughed taking the cup taking a sip out of it. i started to get to know all the boys and they were sweet. they were the sweetest boys i had ever met, and they all loved their youngest very much. they were a family for a lack of a better word. we spent almost two hours talking, while seungwoo and seungsik were basically screaming at each other in the background.

i knew everyone was trying to ignore the fact that this was happening. i could tell in the energy that they were used to it. i assumed that byungchan noticed i was worried about seungwoo when i looked over my shoulder and he sat next to me while the boys were laughing and squealing at something subin had just did.

“they’re gonna be okay y/n. they always fight.” he took a sip of his drink then looked at me, giving me a comforting smile. i looked down nodding to pretend that it didn’t bother me that they were fighting because of me.

“but this time it’s because of me.” i smiled weakly at him and he took my hand outside of the house to where the pool was. he closed the door so i wouldn’t be able to hear anything that was going on inside the house. the sun was setting, and it was stunning. i sat down on the pool chair looking out into the view, and byungchan sat next to me.

“hey y/n? seriously you don’t have to worry about those two. i promise, recently seungwoo has been really distracted lately, and seungsik has been on his toes lately. everything that happens, pisses him off. please don’t worry.” he smiled warmly towards me then turned his head when the door slid open. seungwoo walked through the door with a dark face, and waved me over coldly.

“looks like he didn’t win.” byungchan whispered under his breath then the two of us stood up before walking around the pool to seungwoo.

“let’s go y/n.” he had his arms open and i wrapped my arms around his waist pressing a kiss to his lips. he was upset but i didn’t know why or what happened. he weakly smiled then looked at byungchan saying a quick thank you before taking my hand.

“where are we going? i thought you said we were going to stay here for a while?” i looked up at him and he shook his head while glancing at the members who were standing up at the reentrance that i had made.

“where are you going?” subin stood up and grabbed onto my wrist while seungwoo was dragging me out of the house. i turned to look at him then as i realized that seungsik was staring at us from the room that seungwoo dragged him into a while ago, i pulled my arms out of subin and seungwoo’s grip.

“it was nice meeting you too seungsik.” i scoffed then stormed out of the house before slammed the door shut. he put his hands on my shoulders pushing me up against the wall.

“you don’t get to be sassy with me princess.” he shook his head laughing then looked over his shoulder at seungwoo. he was pissed and scoffed before walking over to the two of us pulling him away from me.

“you don’t get to call her princess.” he rolled his eyes then pulled me into his arms. i rolled my eyes back at him while he was hugging me from behind. i knew that whatever was happening would make him more upset if i did anything more to piss him off.

“they said that they’ll pay you back, but only if you go seungwoo hyung.” subin smiled brightly putting down his phone after making one call. we all turned our head to look at him then seungwoo smiled.

“i will go get it soon.” seungwoo nodded and i looked up at him batting my eyelashes trying to let me go with him. he nodded telling me with his eyes that he would take me with him.

“if you want your girl to stay, send her yourself.” seungsik shrugged at seungwoo and he took a double take at me, then at seungwoo. seungwoo looked down at me biting his lip because i knew that he didn’t want me to go by myself, but this was the only thing i could do if i wanted to stay with these boys. seungwoo took me to his room getting ready to tell me off, but i only looked through his closet ignoring everything that he said.

i found the perfect outfit, got changed and giggled when he was still constantly talking about how it wasn’t a good idea that i should go by myself. i kissed him then opened the only drawer that was the least obvious, meaning this was his gun drawer. i pulled the one that i liked the best and put it in my waistband of my pants. i walked back over to the bed to where he was sitting then he started pouting.

“love, i really don’t think you should be doing this.” he looked down biting his lip taking my hand trying to stop me but right now, there was no other way that i would do this. i needed to stay here with all the boys.

“woo, i got this. i’m your girl for a reason. don’t worry.” i kissed the top of his head while his hands rested at my thighs. i smiled at him when he continued to make the face that always worked on me, except for today.

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ddaehyeon · 4 years ago

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of lazy evening indoor dates: movie marathon with victon

requested! ✧ ot7; fluff | victon masterlist

♡ han seungwoo

snuggled close to you by the couch as he checked your reactions, a small smile gracing his lips whenever he looks at you

♡ kang seungsik

full of reactions for the scenes, would sometimes compliment the cinematography displayed. your hand tugged in excited squeezes

♡ heo chan

chattering a lot, trying to deduct what will happen next. laughs at the wrong part of the movie, something that would earn a chuckle from you too

♡ lim sejun

a bowl of popcorn shared in the middle of the two of you, every time he'd go and take some of it, he'd make sure to feed you as well

♡ do hanse

head rested in your shoulder with his fingers interlaced with yours. a peaceful old movie playing, it's the same one you've watched over a year ago

♡ choi byungchan

a frustrated pout on his lips due to the dumb choices and decisions the lead characters make. your chuckle snapping him out of it, a confused look provided

♡ jung subin

silent and observing, something that made you miss it when his eyes closed. only when he curled closer to you did you realize that he already fell asleep

#victonwriters #victon imagines #victon scenarios #victon headcanons #victon fluff #victon x reader #kpop imagines #victon #han seungwoo #kang seungsik #heo chan #lim sejun #do hanse #choi byungchan #jung subin #requests

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moonlight-fawn · 3 years ago

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sejun has such nice shoulders and all i can think about is how nice he would look if he was a surfer

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roniscloud · 4 years ago

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jsb - 302

jung subin [f. 1577 words] 302

from the day you moved into your new apartment, you couldn’t help but notice the cute tenant across the hall from you. you first saw him when you were bringing in the last round of boxes. you left a box in the frame of the door so you wouldn’t get locked out. with the final one, you joyfully kicked open the entry and practically dropped the items from your arms, ready to be done with unloading from your cramped car. standing in the doorway, looking into the quaint one-bedroom loft, you realize you now need to unpack and organize everything. you thought about a game plan, opting to get some food before starting. you turn your head to look to the hall outside, catching a glimpse of someone entering the apartment on the other side.

you’ve never properly met him. hell, you don’t even know his name, only referring to him as 302—the brass number adorning his wooden door. yet, you know he always gets subway for lunch every tuesday, take-out from the ramen bistro down the street every friday, and goes to dinner with his friends every other saturday night. you know he has two pets, a cat and a dog. you know that he likes to go on early morning walks on sundays if the weather is nice and that he usually leaves, for what you assume would be work, at 7:30 am sharp. even with all of the trivial things you know about him, you somehow still had no idea what his name was. funny how that works.

little to your knowledge, subin—the nameless next-door neighbor—thought the same thing. he thought it was hysterical that he didn’t know his new neighbor’s identity—opting for the nickname, 303—but somehow knew that they were a night-owl who loved ordering a large pizza every thursday and strictly bought groceries on the second sunday of each month.

it wasn’t until about almost 4 months of you living in that loft till you crossed paths. it was bound to happen, right? you found yourself entering the building after a long day, on the phone with a close friend. you aimlessly press the button for the elevator, not looking up and waiting for the doors to open. a presence is made on your right, but you pay no attention, too caught up in your conversation, too busy to notice that it’s subin. your friend is rambling on and on about your favorite k-drama, “one spring night”.

“i get that, but hear me out. jeongin’s sister should just leave him already. she deserves better and there is no way that deadbeat jackass would be a good father, not like jiho is for his son.” your quarrel catching the attention of subin. “what do you mean by that? jiho sacrificed everything because eunwoo’s mom is no longer in the picture. even if he can’t be there 24/7, he still gives his all for his son.”

your argument continues till you reach your door. you nestle your phone onto your shoulder, sandwiching it there with the side of your head. you reach into your bag to pull out your keys. “yeah, whatever. i’m home anyways. i’ll talk to you later. i need to order some food, i’m starving.” a light chuckle comes from you with the last words. you exchange goodbyes, hanging up the call. you turn the key and open the door. you’re interrupted with a small voice behind you.

“excuse me… were you possibly talking about ‘one spring night’? i didn’t mean to eavesdrop, i just really love that show.” bright eyes and an even brighter smile are what your eyes see as you turn to answer.

you blink a few times and swallow. this is it. this is him. you stumble to find the words, “oh… uh… yeah. my friend and i are both watching it and i guess… we’re just really passionate about it.”

“i mean it is really good, hard to stop watching.” this time he’s the one laughing. his voice resonating in your ears like honey, his giggle being oh so sweet. “now that i think about it, i’m pretty sure we’ve never actually met. i’m subin.”

you introduce yourself. not knowing what else to say other than your name and that it was nice to finally meet him. he shyly apologizes for never approaching you and not giving you a proper welcome to the complex. you tell him that it’s fine and that there’s no reason to worry.

after that night, you seem to always see each other, always flashing a polite grin to one another. sometimes, you’ll stop in the hallway to dish about the newest show you both are hooked on. until one day, he notices you go to work like every morning, but you’re not back by your typical time. you haven’t formally addressed each other as friends yet, but it comes like second-nature to him to feel anxious. he paces back and forth in his kitchen, checking the peephole everytime he hears the faintest of noises in the hall. you usually get home at 5:37, pushing 6:21 if you decide to get dinner on the way. it’s almost quarter to ten when he hears keys jangling. his neck whips around immediately, not even checking if it’s you, just rushing to open the door. “where have you been?” the worry way too evident in his tone.

“oh… were you waiting for me? i’m sorry if i worried you. i had a dinner with someone, you know how that goes. blind date.” you roll your eyes at the mention of your coworker’s doing.

he sighs loudly. “how’d it go?”

“he was… nice, not sure i see myself dating him, but hey… it’s only the first date.”

“so, there’s going to be a second?”

“maybe, still not sure. we don’t really click.”

“well, you never know. people can surprise you. i should probably head back inside. have a goodnight.”

“you too…”

from then, your coworker keeps setting you up with other people. unfortunately, no one ever being a good match. by the fifth? sixth one? who knows at this point? you’re pretty much done with these stupid outings, but you’re not one to say no to a friend who’s trying to do a favor. you grab the last of your things as you make your way out. not even stepping all the way into the hallway are you met with subin’s voice.

“again, seriously?”

“you know me… how am i supposed to turn it down?”

“by saying that you’d rather not go on a date, by saying you’re not looking for a relationship right now, by telling your friend that maybe you’d rather find someone on your own…” he states in a teasing tone. “why go on another shitty date when you can spend the night with me, binge-watching our favorite tv shows and drinking cheap beer?”

“at this point, i’d consider that the best idea anyone has ever had. i’ll text them saying an emergency came up and that i can’t make it.” he opens his door wider to let you in.

an hour and a half later, you find yourself slightly buzzed and on the fourth episode of a new drama. “boo, can they stop pining over each other and kiss already?”

“subin, calm down. they literally just started getting close.”

“but- but they-”

“i know, i know. i want them to get together already too, but we have to wait.” you turn your attention back to the screen situated higher up on the wall. “look, they’re at least sitting closer now. before they couldn’t even hold eye contact for two seconds.” he’s quiet, not trying to refute your observation. “subin? are you even watching?” your gaze meets his. “hello? earth to jung subin. i asked if you were watching…”

“you remember the night we met? what you were talking about? how you said the sister deserved better than the jackass? well, you do too. you deserve better than those guys.”

“how much did you drink? i think you might want to slow down on those beers.” you laugh at his expression, the smile not leaving your lips.

“please, stop smiling at me like that. i’m not sure what will happen if you keep doing that.”

“alright, now i’m sure you drank too much.” you’re flustered at how straightforward he is. “i think it’s time i go.”

“wait, no. look, i’m sorry. i wasn’t thinking. i just- i really do think you deserve better.”

“and who and where is exactly is better?”

“me. right now, whenever.”

your jaw drops. did subin just confess? did your heart just skip a beat? is he telling the truth or is it just the alcohol and mood talking? “tell me that again when you’re sober. for now, i’m leaving. i’ll see you in the morning.”

you’re woken up with your phone ringing. you see the contact, 302, appear. your groggy morning voice answers. you hear subin ask you to come out. you reach your entryway, opening it to see a wide-awake neighbor. “you deserve better.”

“huh… so you weren’t kidding?”

“nope.” he nods his head firmly, pouting his lips.

“well… if you really think that, let me go back to sleep. you can come in, maybe cuddle, who knows? i just need sleep.” he follows you in, reaching his hand down to hold yours and bring it up to kiss the back of it.

originally written: 26 november 2020

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