#junho fanfic

[kcake555]

Lee Junho cake 🍰

[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . king the land

[versegallery]

Oi amore, seus icons sao lindos! Sera q vc pode fazer icons dos meninos do drippin? N acho em nenhum lugar 😔😔

ai meu amor, obrigada e aqui estão seus iquinhos:

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[eviebyme]

can u do ikon’s kinks pls? thank u:)

Thank you so much for requesting ikon!!!! I’ve been wanting to write about them for so long!🥲

iKON Kinks

Jinhwan

Undercover freak

Likes dirty talk (giving AND receiving) - he is mean and vulgar though, so get ready lol

Having his hair pulled

Sexting, phone sex (loves receiving nudes and - side note - is REALLY good at keeping your nudes private)

Neck kisses, hickeys, biting

Probably enjoys humiliating you (but not publicly bc he needs to keep up his respectable reputation)

Yunhyeong

Loves to be teased physically and verbally

Really likes lapdances and strip teases - basically really into dry humping

I wouldn’t say he’s a submissive but he likes when his partner is dominant and tells him what to do 🤷‍♀️

Likes thick thighs, especially in a short skirts (if he catches a glimpse of your butt or panties he will explode)

Bobby

Likes rough sex

Really into deepthroating and breathe play

Likes to push you to your limit - consensually ofc

Turned on if you have a “hidden” tattoo on your ribs or back or if you are generally seen as a “good girl” but have a secret wild side

Even though he’s a dom he gets turned on by other doms. Really likes the power play dynamic

Donghyuk

The biggest freak (but we all knew that, didn’t we)

The type to try out anything just to discover new kinks he might have

Likes role playing ( and is really good at it), sometimes takes the role play beyond the bedroom

Favorite scenario is teacher punishing student - he enjoys playing both roles

Likes shower sex

Enjoys having sex outdoors or in public (but he doesn’t do this with just anyone)

Junhoe

All the kinks? - boy is horny all the time

Also likes rough sex but is less confident than Bobby, so he hardly ever reaches the point of roughness he desires

Likes cleavage and tight clothing

Really attracted to confidence, although he prefers to be the dom, he loves when his partner takes charge and commands him in the bedroom

REALLY likes boobs

Chanwoo

Like petite partners (it’s a dom thing)

Choking his partner

Likes waking up with scratch marks (a sign of a job well done)

Basically turned on by the size difference between him and his partner, loves to assert his dominance

Also likes role playing, but he always plays the same role no matter what the scenario (the bratty one)

Hanbin

REALLY likes aegyo

Loves everything that is cute and will swoon for your baby voice (if you use a baby voice in the bedroom he will lose his mind)

Really likes crop tops, short shorts, and mini skirts

Is literally turned on by the idea of someone who dresses really sexy but is shy and demure

In a turn of events - prefers older women

His kinks are more thought-based (if that makes any sense lol)

Requests Open!

[xiaoderyy]

KPOP THIS OR THAT (POV VERSION) ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[fridayvelvet]

Hold me now and let it be

Summary

Junho tugs at Hoyeol gently walking him backwards they make their way closer to the military building until the two of them are mostly secluded under a small alcove, the most privacy they can afford right now without appearing suspicious.

“Can you look at me?”

Hoyeol shakes his head in a timid refusal swaying dangerously where he stands, "Fine, you don't have to look but just let me…" Junho trails off, slowly pushing Hoyeol up against the bricked wall settling him there.

The shaky attempts at controlling his breathing more evident now with their proximity.

“Just breathe, I've got you.”

Status: Complete! one shot it can be found on ao3

[n0madsbase]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ɴᴏᴍᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ʙꜰ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

warnings ⚠︎: suggestive (a lil 4 sangha), called a 🐶 in junho’s

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DOY

𐙚 SANGHA

ᯓ★ ONE

ᡣ𐭩 RIVR

✮⋆˙ JUNHO

[slytherinshua]

　　　nomad masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　sangha

birthday girl

genre: fluff. | wc: 422.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　doeui

california love

genre: fluff. | wc: 663.

in the zone ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 514.

late night kisses (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 806.

　　　　jiwon

pearls (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 709.

　　　　kangsu

i'm yours (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. friends to lovers. | wc: 938.

　　　　junho

nothing yet . . .

　　　　other

nomad as romance tropes ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot5 nomad. | genre: fluff. angst. headcanons. | wc: 3.3k.

[boldilockks]

BRO the tension between gu won and sa rang likkkkke just kill me already!! The glances? The literal heart eyes? Like just kiss already I'm going to pass out.

[val-creative]

END OF THE CHASE

Fandom: Squid Game

Pairing(s): Hwang In-ho/Hwang Jun-ho

Rating: E

Summary: A part of Jun-ho wishes he never set eyes on the Squid Archives. Especially while knowing what his brother has done.

[soundsofcicadas]

Swan Song, part one

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

Count: 2697

Warnings: None

Synopsis: After an unexpected encounter with your childhood best friend Junhoe, years after drifting apart, your rekindled friendship blooms anew. However, life takes a turn when he asks you to pen an article for his upcoming wedding. As you become entangled in his personal life, your old feelings of love for him begin resurfacing and the concealed secret behind his decision to abandon his idol career is soon to be unveiled by you. 

It was a dreary, rain-soaked afternoon and you found yourself carrying a couple of grocery bags, each lightly dampened by the persistent drizzle. The rain had already drenched your umbrella, rendering it almost useless. You let out a sigh and quickened your pace, hoping to reach your apartment before the rain grew heavier. Upon crossing the street, you noticed an old record store nestled between a quaint cafe and a cozy bookstore. You glanced up and saw its faded sign bore the name “Good Oldies,” and a sudden sense of nostalgia washed over you.   

“Should I?” You asked yourself with some hesitation. You looked at the groceries in your hands for a moment before a faint smile appeared on your face. Despite them weighing you down, curiosity got the better of you.  

You pushed open the creaky door of the record store. A soft bell tinkled above as you stepped in, greeted by the familiar scent of old vinyl and the gentle hum of music playing on a vintage turntable. Rows upon rows of vinyl records filled the store, their covers adorned with vibrant artwork and the promise of forgotten melodies. You set your grocery bags down and began flipping through the albums, each one a portal to a different era. Lost in the world of music, you finally settled on a Billie Holiday record, its cover portraying the singer’s side view posing behind a purplish background. As you held the record in your hands, your eyes caught a tall figure browsing by the “Rock” section in the next aisle. Aside from the cashier patiently waiting at the counter, only the two of you were the customers inside. You couldn’t help but stare at the mysterious man in front of you. He was wearing jeans, paired with a matching brown corduroy blazer and a baseball cap. You could see him picking up a Bob Dylan record and once he turned around, you glanced up to see his face clearly.  

You froze, your eyes fluttered rapidly.  

Even if you could only see half of his face, you surely recognized him. A jumble of emotions rushed through you—surprise, longing? A twinge of anxiety.   

Is it really him? No, it’s definitely him! Should I approach him? What if he doesn’t recognize me?  

Without further thought, you took a deep breath and cleared your throat. He was about to walk towards the counter when your voice broke through the soft veil background music in the sparsely populated store.   

“Junhoe?” You called.  

Junhoe halted and took a glimpse at you, his brows furrowed in confusion.   

Your heart sank, but you pressed on moving closely to him. “It’s me, y/n. We used to live next door to each other when we were kids.”  

Junhoe turned to face you completely.  

Familiarity dawned on him as he began examining the stranger before him—from the contours of your face to the soft curve of your cheeks. Your long ebony hair, still dampened from the rain. Your eyes were bright, widened in astonishment. You were wearing a long white sundress covered in an oversized baby pink coat, a Lady Satin album in your hands.  

“Y/n?” He mumbled.  

You were his childhood best friend, until he dropped out in middle school and left for the city to pursue his dreams. You were the one he promised to call and write but never did. When did he forget about you? He couldn’t even remember. Junhoe sifted through his forgotten memories of you and for some unknown reason, found comfort in recalling how you used to exude a carefree spirit when you were both young. You were one of the boys in the neighborhood and never changed your circle of friends, even when you all started attending school up to your adolescence. He fondly remembered how, during your escapades together, you would match your energy with him and the boys in the group effortlessly. Being the eldest among the six of them, you naturally assumed the role of an older sister. You became their protector against mean kids if any of them were bullied.  

Junhoe’s gaze lingered on the subtle changes in your style, the way your clothing reflects your femininity. Your posture now carried a touch of maturity, but your features still looked youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Gone was the y/n who hunted for frogs and insects with him in her tees and chucks.  

Junhoe noticed how he had almost gotten lost in his thoughts upon hearing you answer him excitedly with a “Yes, it’s me! I can’t believe it’s you.”  

“I can’t believe it’s you too.” He responded to you with a warm smile.   

************************************************************************  

“You didn’t have to pay for it, you know.” You said shyly to Junhoe, pertaining to the album he bought for you from the record store. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Junhoe sat across from each other in a secluded corner of the coffee shop. The clinking of cups and hushed conversations along with the playing jazz melody formed as gentle backdrop to your reunion.  

“It’s not free! You're paying for my coffee.” Junhoe teased, earning a laugh from you.  

“You bet it’s my treat today!” You nodded with a grin. There was a brief pause when you added, “Thank you Junhoe for coming here with me. I’m not taking too much of your time, am I?”  

Junhoe shook his head. “Oh no y/n! I’m actually on vacation right now. I was here just a few days ago.”  

So this is why he’s back. You mused.  

Taking a sip from the hot caramel macchiato you ordered, you had a chance to observe Junhoe over the brim of your cup—the white undershirt suited his ensemble that day. You knew the baseball cap perched casually on his head was not just a simple accessory. It created a shield of privacy around him from the curious gazes of onlookers given the fact that Junhoe was still a celebrity. You didn’t mind ordering for him. You knew he wanted to pick a spot away from the prying eyes of customers, hence to where the both of you are now nestled. It offered a discreet setting to catch up after all those lost time.       Junhoe peeked through the misty glass of the cafe’s window, where the rain seemed to have turned into light pattering before he glimpsed back at you.  

“It’s been so long, y/n. I can’t believe we’re sitting here after all these years.”  

You beamed at him and set your coffee down on the tabletop, “I know, right? Life has taken us on such different paths.”  

Junhoe’s expression shifted, a hint of remorse tugging at his sharp features. “Y/n, I feel terrible for not keeping in touch, especially considering how close we were.”  

Your gaze softened, but your smile was unwavering. “It’s okay, Junhoe. You were chasing your passion, and you built a new life for yourself outside this town. Not all of us were headed in the same direction anyway. It genuinely made me happy to see you thriving. I’ve always been proud of you, Junhoe.”  

Your last statement piqued Junhoe's curiosity.  

“Proud?” He repeated.  

“How do I say this—” You tried to avoid looking at his face. Your sight dipping into the stain of your lipstick on the cup of your coffee as if seeking solace. You felt a pang of embarrassment tickling the edges of your consciousness, a quiet voice whispering the fear that your words might be misconstrued. You didn’t want him to think you were some sort of fervent, overzealous stalker. A faint blush tinted your cheeks. Your fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of your dress.  

“I followed your journey as a singer Junhoe. Your rise to fame was like a whirlwind. Your voice was everywhere.” You divulged. “I even went to some of your concerts to be honest.”  

Junhoe’s awe hung in the air from your confession, yet he held no judgement from it. He was grateful, flattered to say the least.  

“I wish I had known that y/n. Thank you.” He said to you with care.  

“But I’m definitely not a saesang or anything.” You reassured him with a nervous laugh. You didn’t dare to meet Junhoe’s eyes because sharing this information with him made you feel exposed, yet you continued, “You were the closest friend I ever had, and I guess I’ve always clung to the belief that your dreams would come true. Regardless of the passing years and not hearing anything from you, you still have a special place in my heart.”  

Junhoe began to feel the weight of your words, a surge of sorrow and regret engulfed him. He reflected on how your connection with each other in the past was unbreakable. His inseparability with you was the envy of the other boys in your circle. You had always favored him, making your bond together a more special one. You stood by him, especially during his appearances in school talent shows and local town festivals. You consistently supported him to the point where you recorded his audition tapes sent to entertainment companies. Junhoe got accepted by YG Entertainment eventually, and your joy that day for him was immeasurable. You even brought the boys with you to accompany him on his first day of training to the company.  

“I’m really sorry, y/n.” Junhoe stated, his face grim. “You know, during those years, I was so caught up with the hectic demand of my career. I lost contact with a lot of people, including you.” Junhoe was struggling to find the right words, knowing that they might come across as excuses for not reaching out for such a long time. Yet, they were the only words he could muster.  

The fervent pursuit of Junhoe’s dream to become a singer resulted in his connections slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. The rigors of his training consumed his time and energy, leaving little room to see or talk to his circle of friends. Gradually, Junhoe started living at the company’s dormitory which made him more detached from them. Their relationship began to fray due to his lack of communication—the letters he’d forgotten to read, calls gone to voicemail and most importantly, the highlights of the lives of his friends he missed out on knowing and witnessing, causing both sides to finally dwindle into silence. As Junhoe marched toward his debut, the overwhelming preparation and anticipation completely absorbed him. The spotlight of the stage beckoned, and the weight of his ambition denied him the opportunity to look backwards. The vortex of his rise to fame kept him farther from his roots. Recording sessions, photo shoots, TV appearances and tours became the center of his everyday life. It cast him into a turbulence of events that seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The adoration of fans, the flashes of cameras and the cheers of crowds all consumed his focus. The memories of his friends back in his hometown became a blur, their faces fading like distant constellations in the night sky.  

The realization of how you held onto your belief that he would achieve his aspirations, had affected Junhoe in some kind of way. Your persistence in tracking his path as a singer astounded him. He was profoundly moved how you cherished your friendship after such a long period of being apart.  

However, at that exact moment, a haunting thought emerged within Junhoe, creeping into the recesses of his mind like an uninvited guest. In your presence, a world he had thought he’d left behind reignited, casting a shadow of pain over him. A bittersweet memory of a dream that had once been within his grasp, disappeared as swiftly as a fleeting breath.  

You returned your attention back to Junhoe. It was not your intention to cause him any negative feelings.  

“Please don’t feel bad, Junhoe.” You pleaded. “We were kids, and circumstances changed. I never held it against you.”  

Junhoe had somehow found consolation in your words, although a subtle ache still persisted beneath the surface.  

“Thank you, y/n. That means a lot to me.” He said sincerely.   

“I know this may sound too much Junhoe, but I knew then you were destined to be a singer. You weren’t meant to be stuck in this town like me.” You declared. “That’s why it made me sad when you retired from music. You were at the peak of your career, but I truly get it and I still support you pursuing other things.”  

Junhoe leaned back in his chair and looked at the momentarily forgotten coffee on the table, as if searching for the right answer. He was torn between vulnerability and a desire to protect the fragile facade he had built. He wrestled between overwhelming emotions, a torrent of memories he had forgotten now resurfacing. A cascade of what-ifs and maybes flooded his mind, reminding him of the dreams he had once harbored.  

Junhoe offered a fleeting smile, a fragile acknowledgment that your words touched a chord within him. But he remained guarded, his response veiled by the walls he had erected to secure himself from the agonizing truth he had long concealed.  

“You’re kind to say that.” Junhoe murmured softly, his gaze now meeting yours. His voice carried a weight of both resignation and yearning, a silent plea for understanding. It was a response that revealed the depth of his struggle, a battle between the echoes of his dreams and the reality he had come to accept.  

“I’m into writing poetry now, y/n. I’ve published a few books and it’s been therapeutic for me.” Junhoe revealed. “I guess, I’m still part of the music industry. I occasionally produce music for my fellow artists.”  

“That’s amazing Junhoe!” You responded, providing him with warm encouragement. “It’s incredible how you continue to explore and evolve as an artist. I wasn’t lucky to obtain a copy of your last book though, it got easily sold out!”  

Junhoe appreciated your attempt to inject a lighthearted laugh into the conversation, as a means to thaw the seriousness of it. But talking about himself had begun to tire him out, prompting him to steer the discussion to you.  

“Enough of me y/n, how have you been?” Junhoe asked. “Are you still friends with Hanbin and the other boys?”  

“Me? Oh, I’m also a writer like you, but it’s for a local lifestyle magazine.” You shared; your voice laced with enthusiasm as you seamlessly followed along with his transition of topic. “And yes, I’m still friends with the boys. Hanbin now teaches elementary school kids. Would you believe that?”  

“Wow! Really?” Junhoe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.  

“Yeah. Yun works as a master chef at a fancy hotel in Seoul. As for Jiwon, he has his own family already. Him and Dong both resided in the US after graduation, but they live in different states. Dong has his own dance studio somewhere in LA.”  

A comfortable atmosphere began to envelop the two of you, and Junhoe felt his shoulders visibly relax as he listened to your stories about your childhood friends. It offered a refreshing change from his life in the spotlight. Engaging to hear every detail of their lives, he couldn’t help but recognize how much he missed them and how happy it made him that they were all doing so well through the years.  

Until a specific event sparked in Junhoe’s mind, inspiring him to extend an invitation to you. He saw this as an opportunity to keep the rekindled connection you both shared, a bond he was determined not to let fade away as he had done in the past.  

“Y/n, would you be interested in joining me for an art exhibit tomorrow night? Feel free to bring Hanbin and your other friends as well, if you like.” Junhoe asked you excitedly.  

A glint appeared in your eyes upon hearing the kind gesture. “I would love to Junhoe! That’s wonderful because I like art a lot.”  

“That’s great, y/n! I’ll text you the address.” Junhoe replied cheerfully, looking forward to seeing you again. 

[kcake555]

Lee Junho cake 🍰

[luckyhyuki]

STAINED GLASS BY MVforVictory  

SITE:AO3

RATING:GENERAL

WORD COUNT:7.4K

“Cha Junho was a lot of things. 

“You’ve been acting like a spoiled brat ever since Alex was added into the group. We’ve all noticed it, how you act so high and mighty now that you’re the center, just because you’re the most—the most marketable after X1—” 

Cha Junho was a lot of things. Cha Junho was a lot of things, but Junho was still trying to figure out how much of it was him, and how much of it was what the public wanted him to be.”

[filthy-mudeoki]

King the land is fanfic come to life and you cannot tell me otherwise

I mean they got all dressed up to say saranghae … doesn’t get more fan-made than that 🥺🥺

[crisischild92]

(Chapter 1) Welcome to Seoul

Rating (18+ Explicit)

Relationship: Lee Junho (2pm)/ Original Female Character

Summary: It started in an airport and 2pm having no boundaries when it came to listening to a stranger's conversation. It started with those fateful words, "Welcome to Seoul".

Warnings: Explicit sexual material/ smut eventually. NOT for anyone under the age of 18.

Welcome to Seoul - dreamingofdragons - K-pop [Archive of Our Own]

[fridayvelvet]

one line any fic! rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people.

Tagged by bestie @gosiksmallspace

1. Beautiful: Dongsik x Joowon

(Beyond evil • hurt/comfort, angst, first kiss)

“Beautiful.”

One of the last words Joowon will ever hear comes from Lee Dongsik whispered to him as he's trapped in the older man's embrace.

Certainly not the words he expected after what just occurred, but they are welcomed all the same.

Joowon's ashamed to admit he's always had a nagging thought in the back of his mind, craving the knowledge of what Dongsik really thinks of him. The praise bestowed onto him warmly flooding through the haze of pain.

He was near obsessive in his pursuit of catching Dongsik off guard, eager enough to test the rules of the law in an effort to see what was hidden beneath that easy smile. It was the perfect facade and one Joowon had almost believed, those tears that came to life in Dongsik's eyes- had they always been a lie?

The tears that Joowon wanted to brush away even while pointing a gun at the defenceless man.

Tears that softened the wall he had put up around his heart.

2. Fill me up into the morning: dongsik x joowon 

(Beyond evil vampire au • blood, suicidal thoughts, love at first sight, nsfw, possessive sex)

Dongsik’s ragged breathing is the only noise breaking the silence as he reaches up looping his arms around Joowon’s neck stepping deeper into the snow dragging him down sealing his own fate.

Joowon knows if his heart was beating that would have been his undoing.

He’d never dreamed of being accepted, after he had lost his own mother to the same vampire who turned him and left him for dead unaware of the change she had started.

His own father had never shown love for either of them Joowon was too ashamed to return home after burying his mother, and has been wandering ever since, lost.

Then he’d heard of the man whose pulse is racing at a dizzying speed as he engulfs Joowon.

Dongsik isn’t a sadistic hunter, not the type to take pleasure in stalking vampires, he kills efficiently refusing to torture or subdue them to a fate of burning to death under the sun.

3. You always wanted more: Moonjo x Jongwoo

(Stranger from hell • Possessive sex, pwp, praise kink, nsfw)

Every tear, every drop of sweat beading from his forehead, any sound he makes, the way he tenses and gasps when Moonjo’s fingers turn rough inside him till Jongwoo has no choice but to fuck back on them to seek his release.

He treasures every expression offered greedily.

Jongwoo, his magnificent creation, cries so well for him as he ruthlessly adds two more fingers knowing he’s not ready. His darling never complains, accepting him for what he is and moans so beautifully grinding down on his fingers.

Jongwoo is breathtaking.

4. Can’t you live without me?: Myeongseok x Seungjun

(Extraordinary attorney Woo • post break up, missing scene, kissing)

'You used to love cleaning up after me,' Echoes through his mind rather pathetically leaving a sad feeling behind. Meyongseok stops himself from voicing it aloud, glancing down at the forgotten folder in his hands, feeling embarrassed that he needs help.

Seungjun must sense the shift in his mood, his laughter ceases and his voice lowers intimately, "Leave the files over there." He nods at his desk sounding so kind Meyongseok looks up from behind his glasses about to thank the man when he sees Seungjun's eyes running down his body again- "I'll handle it for you."

The double meaning is evident as a sly smirk crawls over his face, and that's it.

Meyongseok can feel the heat rising up the back of his neck.

5. Felt this way: Joowon x Dongsik

(Beyond evil • Declarations of love, fluff, nicknames/pet names, first kiss)

Joowon grabs him by the jacket collar hauling him in for a desperate kiss, he swallows the surprised sound that escapes from Dongsik’s mouth it belongs to him now anyways.

He pulls away noticing Dongsik isn’t responding under him, did he misread the situation? He bites his own lip, ignorant of Dongsik’s gaze locked on it.

Dongsik definitely felt his leg under the table earlier multiple times, was that just what friends did?

Joowon acknowledges he is bad in social situations but he really thought he was right this time.

He strokes down Dongsik’s collar fixing it to keep his hands busy refusing to meet his gaze, self-consciousness flooding through him as his face heats up.

The urge to run crashes into him and Joowon wants to be anywhere but here right now-

6. 3 times Dongsik gave Joowon flowers + 1 time Joowon gave them back: Dongsik x Joowon background * Changjin x Jihwa, Yuyeon x Jungje

(Beyond evil • Gift giving, Flower crowns)

He's stirring a teaspoon of sugar into his mug when he hears Joowon enter through the front doors of the station talking with Jihoon.

Dongsik shuffles over to his regular position hastily where he can watch Joowon at his desk unnoticed without being seen in return.

Joowon picks up the flower pot delicately wary of dirt but finding none he holds it closer, brows furrowing as he reads over the note eyes blinking rapidly as he reads it again.

His head tilts curiously glancing around the office not recognizing the handwriting.

Jihoon is already sorting through a mountain of paperwork scowling down at his own writing leaving no one else in sight, he stares at Dongsik's desk long enough for Dongsik to realize he knows.

He watches from the side as Joowon runs his fingers over the delicately pink petals, before moving the pot into the last bit of the evening sunlight.

7. Too late for a remedy: Hoyeol x Junho

(D.p • Missing scene, childhood trauma, idiots in love)

Hoyeol manages to sit them both up, hugging Junho to his chest for a long minute, then pulls back keeping one firm arm around Junho's waist as his other runs over his torso looking for any injuries.

His thumb brushes over a spot on Junho’s neck that makes him tremble.

Hoyeol mistakes the movement for pain apologizing as he gentles his touch, “I have to go, he could be anywhere by now.” Hoyeol tells him a nervous edge to his voice, but he doesn't put Junho down.

8. 4 times Hoyeol protected Junho + 1 time Junho protected him: Hoyeol x Junho

(D.p • hurt/comfort, attempted sa, implied ca)

Junho reaches blindly for a towel wiping his face clear of excessive water; he presses it on his face harder, eyes stinging with tears he refuses to shed, trying to get his heart rate back under control.

He glances up through the small window above the sink for a distraction- anything, and Hoyeol is there.

Standing under the street post engulfed in the light shining brightly above him watching as Jangsoo does push-ups, towering over him for once instead of vice versa.

It’s as if Hoyeol can sense his gaze, his head turns, glancing back over his shoulder eyes still dark with anger locking directly onto Junho’s.

It makes his stomach turn with something other than fear.

9. Mine to have: Dongsik x Joowon

(Beyond evil • Oral sex, canon divergence, handjobs, nsfw)

Dongsik brushes the damp hair sticking to Joowon's forehead out of his face then threads his fingers through it as he pushes a bit more into his waiting mouth, "Not just the tip Joowon-ah."

Joowon moans on him helplessly, he wants to do better when Dongsik calls out his name in that soft voice. 

He closes his eyes, the rain is making it hard to see anyways- he sucks Dongsik down deeper, cock heavy resting on his tongue wanting more.

Joowon wants everything he can take from this man longing to give him all that he is in return.

10. Thoughts of you consume: Joowon x Dongsik

(Beyond evil • Priest au, virgin joowon, praise kink, religious conflict, restraints, nsfw)

 “You did listen.”

The man tsks on the other side of the screen “You doubted me? Shouldn’t you be more trusting of your congregation?”

“Hard to know if they retain my words when half the pews are asleep.”

The man chuckles darkly sounding closer than before “I like you father.”

Joowon stares at the panel surprised, it almost sounds like the man is flirting with him. The silence stretches between them as the words settle in his head.

“I do like you father does that make you nervous?”

Joowon fidgets with the tassels on his robes feeling unsettled now, it does make him nervous. It makes him question his very religion, his voluntary celibacy, things he hasn’t second guessed in years.

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