#koo junhoe x male!reader

[kpopmalereader]

costumes ; koo junhoe

• summary: you and junhoe figure out what your halloween costume will be • pairing: koo junhoe x male!reader • word count: 1310 • to do

“There’s so much glitter.” You mumble, flicking a few pieces off the back of your hand.

Junhoe scrunches his nose. “Are you putting glitter on my face? I don’t think Pennywise has glitter on his face.”

“I’m making you Glittery Pennywise to set you apart from all of the other people that will definitely be dressed up as Pennywise.”

Junhoe attempts to open one of his eyes to examine your expression as you speak before the brushes pushed up towards his face make him close his eyes again. “Are you joking?”

You smile and nod your head, tilting his head up. “Yes, I’m joking. I did one of my friend’s makeup yesterday and she needed glitter so now it’s all over everything on my kit.”

“Try not to get any on me.”

“I’ll do whatever I want.” You shake out your hand and switch sides. “I’m the one doing your makeup, with one swipe I can turn you from Pennywise to Ronald McDonald.”

He can hear your expression, slight smile and roll of your eyes. “Do you really think there will be a lot of people dressed up as Pennywise?”

You shrug your shoulders and brush his hair back. “Even if there are, a lot of them will be wearing masks or lame dollar store makeup. And so what? Even if they all have amazing special effects makeup on, you like IT, celebrate the movie, wear the costume.”

“Will you dress up as a balloon when we go trick or treating?” He asks.

“I don’t know who you think you are if I would be caught dead with you wearing the same costume twice.”

“Have you decided on what we’re going to be? We only have like a week left.”

“Don’t question my artistic process. Just like last year I’m going to do everyone else’s makeup and costumes and two days before I’ll get an amazing idea for us and I’ll knock out some of my best work without getting an ounce of sleep.”

He smiles and you huff, flicking his cheek lightly. “Would you be upset if I pick something this year?”

“Hm…” You think as you continue. “Maybe, it depends. Yes. I don’t want to do anything too cheesy or stereotypical but if you find something and seem excited about it, I’ll even go as like a ketchup bottle or saltshaker or something.”

“I’ll think of something good. Make you proud.”

You step back and set your brushes down. “I think I might be done, open your eyes.”

He opens his eyes and sits up, trying his most menacing stare.

“Terrifying, it’s great.” You nod at your work. “Halloween is my favorite holiday. I like spending it with you even if we don’t have amazing makeup or outstanding costumes. If we end up going in t-shirts because I get too preoccupied with someone else, whatever.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You breathe out and drop in his lap. “No, but I wanted to seem romantic. I really do want to dress up.”

“We will.” He hums and turns around to face a mirror, checking out his makeup. “You did amazing, once again. You’re so talented.”

“I know.” You peck his lips lightly, extra careful not to mess up anything. “You should finish getting dressed. Your outfit is in the bathroom.”

“You’re so wonderful, you know that?” He ruffles your hair and slowly stands you up. “Painstakingly perfect makeup and hand-stitched costume.”

You fall into his seat after he gets up. “Does it still count as hand-stitched if I used a sewing machine?”

“Definitely, you worked hard.” He calls and you can tell his shirt is still halfway over his face.

“Tell me if you need any help, don’t rip anything.”

“It’ll add to the feeling of the costume.”

You hope he knows better than to be serious about that and close your eyes, finally relaxing after a long day.

“Okay, I’m gonna go.” Junhoe steps back into the room, saying his goodbyes before seeing you halfway asleep in his chair. “Baby. Love.”

He hesitates to get closer to you due to his costume, smiling at your state. You sit up slowly, opening your eyes wide.

“My ride is outside, I’m leaving. You should go take a nap, then when I get back we can watch some horror movies, yeah?”

“Text me when you get there and when you leave,” You blow him a kiss stretch up. “If I’m awake when you get back we’ll watch some movies but if not wake me up like an hour after you get here.”

“Mhm.” He kisses your forehead softly. “Sleep well.”

*

You cross your legs over Junhoe’s legs and squint at the TV. “Can we do a couples costume this year? Or like a matching costume?”

“With your amazing costumes and my striking good looks we’ll win the couples contest with ease.” Junhoe mumbles, captivated by the scenes unfolding on the screen. “Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“No, I was just thinking, we’ve always done different people or vaguely similar costumes but we could do something like Steve and Robin, or Blaine and Curt from Glee, Jack and Sally. Get somebody to dress up as Hermione and we can be the golden trio.”

“Joke and Harley?” He offers, smiling to himself.

You roll your eyes and dig your heel into his leg. “I’m all for dress who you want to dress as, but I swear 70% of the people I do makeup and costumes for, are one of those two, I don’t feel like doing that.”

“I was just trying to get on your nerves.” He pulls you closer and kisses your knuckles. “What about Morticia and Gomez Addams?”

“Am I Morticia or are you Morticia?”

“Both of us can rock a black dress. I think I have the legs for it though.”

Your attention fades back to the movie before Junhoe bumps his shoulder into yours.

“We can be Chucky and his Bride.” He winks and leans closer to your face. “I think I might just want to be fake married to you for a day.”

“We can be real married for the rest of our lives if you’d finally man-up and give me a ring.” You smile brightly. “Oh, by the way, just as a pre-warning, if/when you propose to me, please don’t do it on Halloween.”

He nods and looks at your left hand. “I know better than to do that. I’m not going to propose to you on a day that is both so important to you and also very stressful for you.”

“Good,” You switch positions, leaning into his side. “Wait, I just realized,”

“Hm?”

You lift your chin up, looking at his face as good as possible from your position. “You said you wanted to pick out our costumes. I forgot.”

“You get excited about costumes. I wasn’t going to stop you.”

“No, I want you to pick them out. I want you to have the stress of thinking about it, but since I know how you are, please get the idea back to me within like two days because I do need to work on it and everything.”

He kisses the top of your head and pats your chest. “We both know that I’m going to be nowhere near as stressed about picking something as you are. I’m not as thorough.”

“You don’t have to worry about making it.”

“Hey, I offer to help you whenever I can.”

“And I will try to put you to work as often as I can with the product still being at my level.”

“I’ll worry about our costume later,” Junhoe cuddles closer to you and smiles into your hair. “Let’s watch the movie so I can pretend I’m not the one who flinches at the jumpscares when I am very clearly the one who flinches.”

[danghyuk]

iKON reacting to being flirted by a male barista [2/2]

Donghyuk:

It’s a known fact among ikon and fans that Donghyuk is a coffee lover, so it’s not a surprise to spot him at a café or with a said drink in his hands.

He discovers a new coffee shop when he and a few other members are out filming something for ikon tv. They have a short break, and Donghyuk left the others for the sake of getting his hands around a warm cup of coffee.

Pleased with his new discovery, he walks in and looks around for a bit – taking in the various posters, pictures, plants and other small but pleasant decorations placed around. The place is small and Donghyuk feels relieved when he only sees you behind the desk.

As he steps closer towards you and the cash register, the male gets a better view of your handsome and sharp features which he compliments you on. Though Donghyuk already knows what he’s going to order, he still takes another minute to observe the menu as well as he smugly gazes upon your still shocked face.

Donghyuk ends up leaving the café 15 minutes later with an even more pleasing smile – having enjoyed the coffee and you trying your best to flirt back. Not to mention the number pleased safely in his wallet.

Junhoe:

Junhoe is either extremely confident or somewhat socially dumb at times, if not a mix of both. Of course, he knows better than to waltz into a crowded shop to order a drink without some sort of mask, but that does not make him more oblivious.

Having lost a paper, rock, scissors battle, he grumpily finds the nearest and best café, wanting to get his and his members’ orders done and paid for already.

When it’s his turn to order, June is more focused on pouting rather than watching the barista in front of him – being no other than you. You recognize him from somewhere, but your attention is currently on his cute face.

“What’s the matter, cutie? Don’t hide your beautiful smile.” The flirting shocks him some and he immediately forgets everybody’s orders for a second, gaping like a fish out of the water, before a heavy flush spread over his features.

He leaves the shop in a shock, forgetting about the warm drinks he’s carrying, but with the promise of meeting up with you later etched into his mind.

Chanwoo:

Chanwoo would rather spend his day off in his room gaming, at a pc room or an internet café, but Song had managed to convince him to try something else, only for Song to leave almost immediately.

So, there he was, in an almost empty café, abandoned and with a lukewarm drink getting colder and colder.  

The look of annoyance and dissatisfaction on his features catch your attention from afar and you decide to take your break a bit earlier, bringing the handsome stranger a new cup of his order with your own [fave drink].

Chan doesn’t as much as glance at your figure as you sit down beside him at the table. It’s when you push the new drink in front of him that he notices your presence. “Who are you?” “Someone who thinks you’re way too cute to look so down.”

After a nice conversation and you flirting with Chanwoo in between just to see his lips tug up in an adorable smile, he feels much better and the annoyance he felt for Song is long gone.

[stay-mon-army]

The Soccer Incident

Warnings: A couple swears

Word Count: 2,534 words

Pairing: Junhoe x female!reader

Koo Junhoe was a contradiction. He was an anomaly in the usual order of things, and everyone seemed to love him for it. He was one of the most popular people in his university because he didn’t quite fit into any one category. He was a physical education major, he was the star player on the lacrosse team, the most sought after male player in the intramural soccer club on campus, he was arguably the most attractive jock in the whole school, and he was the reason there was a Jiu Jitsu club on campus. You would think hearing all of these accomplishments that he was a total meat head jock- there’s no way any man this invested in physical activity could ever be interested in more stationary, softer intellects.

However, Junhoe was also a creative writing minor. He was a part of a small writers group that he had compiled of poetry writers (like him) and fiction writers (a passion he deeply admires but didn’t have the same calling for). He had a few poems published in the school’s English journal, and was never caught without his leather bound notebook for his poetry.

Junhoe was one of the most versatile students in his university- but this never seemed to cross Junhoe’s mind. He didn’t see any reason why people would expect anything else from him. Why were people always surprised when they learned that the star lacrosse player was also a poet? Why were his friends in Jiu Jitsu club always laughing when they saw him scribbling away in his journal before meeting started instead of stretching like the rest of them?

Not everyone judged Junhoe so harshly, and there’s no way he could miss the way girls watched him when he walked around campus. Like he could ever be oblivious when the girls in his writing group created love interests that could almost be his doppelganger. Junhoe’s gay-dar was also almost flawless- it wasn’t just the girls that gave him heart eyes in passing.

However, there was one girl that totally ignored Junhoe— (Y/N) was the conundrum that Junhoe couldn’t figure out. He knew she liked boys- he’d seen her at parties with boyfriends, but she didn’t seem to notice him at all. He’d only tried to talk to her once, and she’d been kind, but she’d been late to class and had to rush off. Of course, it was just Junhoe’s luck that the only girl that Junhoe had eyes for was also the one who looked right through him.

He didn’t know much about her— it wasn’t like he was some stalker. He did know, however, that she was also a creative writing minor and was a junior- just like Junhoe. They had previously been in two classes together, which was how she had managed to catch his eye. She would come to class either dressed to the nines- perfectly designed outfits that matched all the way to the jewelry- or looking like she’d just rolled out of bed- her hair in a messy bun, a pair of sweats baggy and hanging from her waist haphazardly. To him, she always looked beautiful.

The thing that really won his heart, though, wasn’t her look or their similarities; it was the way that she always gave him blunt, brutally honest feedback on his pieces. Most of their others in his creative writing classes either don’t know enough to give good feedback, or were so infatuated with him that they gave nothing but blind praise for everything he wrote. (Y/N) was the only person except the Professor who could give advice that Junhoe could use— ideas that sparked Junhoe’s mind to make even better, deeper poems that expressed exactly what he meant.

Her straightforward nature had won him over, but was also the thing that stopped him from shooting his shot. Nothing scared him quite like the idea of being rejected by her— he could imagine it now and it gave him chills. His mind paints the picture without his consent; asking her out the next time they pass, her blank face staring before it morphs into one of pity, her soft voice explaining she’s not interested, her turning away— scurrying off before he can make it more awkward.

No, he’s perfectly fine admiring from afar. It hurt less; he’d rather her not know he exists than to be another weird boy hitting on a classmate he barely knows.

Fate seemed to have other plans for Junhoe, however. Or, more accurately, his best friend, who happens to run the intramural club. He had shown up slightly early for the club meeting that day and was surprised to see Donghyuk with (Y/N) and her best friend, (Y/BF/N), who was the best female player on the intramural team. He really was contemplating running in the opposite direction as quickly as he could, but he was a second too slow.

“Yo, Jun, come here!” Donghyuk waves him over, a wide grin on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to the poor man.

With a deep breath and a lot of internal cursing of Donghyuk’s existence, he slowly jogged towards the trio.

“Dong, what’s up, man?” Junhoe had no idea what was coming out of his mouth, or why he suddenly sounded like some of the more asshole boys in his sports classes, but he was too focused on remembering to breathe and not trip to care much. Donghyuk’s eyebrows bounce at the greeting, obviously making the same judgement that Junhoe did, before nodding at him, playing it off.

“You know (Y/B/F/N),” Donghyuk gestures to the two women beside him. “This is her best friend, (Y/N). She’s going to take up Miyoung’s spot while her wrist heals.”

Junhoe nods at (Y/B/F/N), who smiles at him. He doesn’t know where he gains the confidence, but he looks directly at you and says, “Don’t we have a creative writing class together?” The automatic look of confusion makes Junhoe’s heart freeze, then instantly knock impossibly fast against his rib cage.

But then your eyes burst with realization, a huge grin splitting your face. “You mean Dr. Scott’s class? God, I’m barely alive for that class; how are you awake enough that early to know the other kids in that class?” You were laughing with him— though it took him a second to laugh along because wow you were having a conversation.

“I just really like the class— I zone out in most other classes.” It wasn’t a lie, he just didn’t point out you were his favorite part of the class. All his other writing classes over the semesters without you had been almost torture with all the fawning, ass-kissing girls.

“Yeah, Jun is actually a pretty shit student because he’d rather write poems and join every sports club on campus than do his damn homework.” Donghyuk nudges Junhoe, laughing as Junhoe balks at his words.

“Well his poems are good so it must pay off a little! I’ll be the judge today if the same can be said about his sport skills.” You chuckle, and try to ignore the look that (Y/B/F/N) is shooting you that Junhoe thankfully doesn’t catch.

Junhoe is too busy having to physically restrain himself from fawning over your praise. Luckily your friend jumped in just before he could combust with the effort.

“We should go get ready. Let’s go stretch under the shade over there, (Y/N)!” She loops her arm around your bicep, lightly tugging you away from the boys. You wave at them, looking simultaneously absolutely adorable and like you were afraid your friend would kill you when you reached the aforementioned shade.

When you finally turned to look at (Y/B/F/N), Donghyuk whacks Junhoe’s bicep hard, making him wince and rub the abused spot. “Make a move already, idiot. Are you blind, or just stupid? Did someone put you in a particularly tight chokehold recently?”

“Wh-what?” Well that told Donghyuk all he needed to know and he sighed as he rubbed his face.

“She likes you too, dipshit. Just ask her out already.” Junhoe stared at his best friend for a solid minute before he burst out laughing.

His eyes welled with tears as he gasped around peals of laughter, holding his ribs as his sides spasmed from the force of his laughter. He couldn’t believe Donghyuk had said that when he’d just done so much to try not to seem like a crazy person.

“You’re hopeless, I swear.” Donghyuk shakes his head, leaving Junhoe’s still cackling figure to go greet a couple other students in the club who had arrived.

Although Junhoe is able to physically calm himself down and begin to stretch for the game, his mind wouldn’t stop thinking of Donghyuk’s words, and he repeatedly had to stop himself from looking over his shoulder at you to see if you were looking at him too. Finally Donghyuk called everyone to the side of the field to split into teams.

Just Junhoe’s luck that he was on the opposite team as you. He had wanted to work with you to win— the idea of you two playing soccer together and beating the other team made his heart race in a way that confused him. It was just a little passing crush on you, why was he so invested in doing things with you?

Get yourself together, Junhoe, and get your ass out there.

He took a deep breath and huddled up with his team, splitting up positions and delegating who would play when, since there were so many members on both teams that they would change out players. Junhoe was to be the first member in the goal, which he wasn’t ecstatic about, but he accepted it with a grin. He could play any position just as well as the next person, so he knew he could keep the goal safe from the other team. He really would’ve preferred to be out on the field to show off his skills though—especially with you out there. You had pulled your hair from your face and you had shed the light jacket you had on previously to show off a band t-shirt, a group he absolutely adored to listen to while writing that he never would have expected you to like as well.

As he took his place in the goal at their end of the field, he watched you stand next to your friend, laughing at something she said, pushing her lightly. He couldn’t help but smile wide at how happy you looked—totally at ease despite the fact you were about to play soccer with a group that you barely knew.

Donghyuk shouted out a “start game” from his position on the sidelines (he was sitting out this first half, but he would later take Junhoe’s position, as he preferred to stay on the side, watching the action instead of running around). Junhoe’s team was a surprisingly good mixture of members; while not the best players, they seemed to work together beautifully today, and Junhoe’s job was mind-numbingly easy.

The ball almost never came to their side of the field, except for a handful of close calls that Junhoe quickly dispatched with calculated ease. His team was winning 3-0 with only about 10 minutes left for this half before they switched out the members. Hearing this minute warning seemed to light a newfound fire under your ass, however, and you suddenly seemed to learn exactly how to play soccer like a pro. Your goalkeeper had kicked the ball at you after saving it from another goal. Seemingly in a matter of seconds you were one with the soccer ball as you effortlessly handled it all the way across the field to his goal until you were only a few feet from him. You made eye contact and he could see the fire and drive in your eyes for a goal, and he made a conscious decision in that second to let you make the goal. He would let the ball through—what was one small goal anyway, and it was only an intramural game.

However, his plans changed quickly when you punted the ball—hard. Instead of going into the goal cleanly, like he was expecting, it went straight for his forehead, knocking his head back with a sharp thwack sound. He fell to the ground with a harsh groan, his hands coming up to rest on his face as the world spun and warped, pain spreading across his whole head. He lay on his back, cradling his head in his hands, as he grunted out swears that would make his mother smack him harder than the soccer ball had.

“Oh my god, are you alright? Jesus, I’m so so sorry.” Your voice was high and anxious, and racing closer to him. He moved his hands and opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh sunlight to see your face looking down at him. You were sweaty from all the running, and your hair was starting to fall back into your face, but he still couldn’t help smiling.

“God, you’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He didn’t know what that ball did to his head, but he didn’t really mind the sudden courage it gave him.

Your face dropped into shock before you burst out into glorious laughter, your face lighting up into the widest and most adorable smile Junhoe had ever seen.

“You’re crazy, Junhoe.” You brush a strand on his hair from his face before pressing a hand softly to his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch softly. “No, no, don’t close your eyes. We don’t know if you have a concussion yet.”

His eyes flutter open and look at you with soft eyes. He gathers the last bit of pain-drunk courage to blurt out, “Go on a date with me?”

You nod, looking down at his splayed figure. “It is the least I can do after almost taking your head off with a soccer ball.”

“Good kick, by the way.”

You both laugh at that as you stand, slowly taking his hands and helping him to his feet as well. He winces and places the heel of his hand between his eyebrows, where the most pain is currently radiating.

“Let’s get you an icepack.” You chuckle, putting his arm around your shoulder and walking him towards the nurse’s office. Donghyuk didn’t seem to even ask if Junhoe was alright, he was well aware that he would be fine with some rest and ice. Instead, he just jumped into his place with an accomplished grin on his face, starting the game right back up.

You didn’t need to help Junhoe all the way to the nurse, or stay with him for the 20 minutes he sat there with an icepack to his forehead, but the conversation you had was funny and sweet. And truth be told, you had noticed Junhoe many times in the past and had been drawn to him. You were more than happy for any excuse to interact with him outside of class. And thanks to this upcoming date, you would finally get the chance to get to know him that much better.

[faes-land]

Good Morning~ Junhoe

AYE WHADDUP ITS ME I HAVE RETURNED WITH  SMUT FOR THE LOVELY AND ANNOYING KOO JUNHOE!!! ENJOY HOES

Pairings: Junhoe X Female Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 1,447

Warnings: Explicit sex, oral (male receiving), nipple play (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex (DON’T DO IT KIDS)

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"Junhoe~" You said quietly to your man that had just woken up.

"Mmphm." He responded with, rolling over. Junhoe was laying on his back at this point, and you now had a full view of what he had underneath the sheets. The blanket barely covered his waist, and it, unfortunately, covered his erection.

You giggled looking down at his member that had already woken up with him. "Good morning, baby." You said as you smiled and kissed him. He kissed you back, and pulled you on top of him, making you brush against his excited appendage. He groaned into your kiss, then he put his hands on your hips.

Junhoe wasn't going to say it out loud, but he was hoping you would recreate the events of the night before. He could never get enough of you, he had to have you as much as he can.

Your hand slid down his toned body, making him shiver under you. Your hand reached its destination, and then you began to pump him slowly. He pulled away from you and moaned. His body was sensitive at this point, and you were going to take advantage of that.

You moved your lips down to his neck, leaving nips and kisses all over his skin. Since he was still naked, you took your time in admiring his body. Your lips scattered across his chest and abs. Junhoe knew just how much you loved his body, so he happily let you take control over this.

You looked up at your man with "innocent" eyes as you came closer to where he throbbed for you. You pumped his shaft before you gave a gentle kiss to his already swollen tip. His breathing hitched, and you giggled. He looked gorgeous to you right now. Then again, Junhoe was just beautiful.

After taking one last look at his features, you took in his head in your mouth. "Ah..." He breathed out. You smirked to yourself as your tongue swirled his tip. You wrapped your lips around it, and sucked gently; your hand pumping him at the same time.

You flicked your tongue on his slit, and he hissed. You looked up at him and your eyes widened. The sight before you was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Junhoe's eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly open and his breathing was labored. You were in awe, you could stare at him like this forever and not get tired of it.

You went back to his dick, which was now dripping with precum. You licked the underside of his shaft where a vein was popping out before going back to his pink tip. His moans were frequent, and you could tell that he was about to cum. His cock twitched in your mouth, causing you to groan on him.

"Ah, Y/N!!" He thrusted into your mouth, but was also careful not to choke you. You were glad you were able to give him pleasure like this, it turned you on.

His breaths were frequent and heavy, meaning he was going to come at any given moment. You pulled away, but kept your tongue on his tip. You licked his slit, and kissed it.

Junhoe looked down at you and watched you please him. The sight alone was enough to make him come right then and there. You caught his seed, and swallowed all of it. He laid back down on the bed, spent. He was in a euphoric state, but he had to make you feel the same way you made him feel.

He got up and grabbed your shoulders, and moved your bodies so he was on top of you. He couldn't help himself, he kissed you roughly. He moved his hands on your body, stopping at your breasts. Junhoe gave you a sweet smile before playing with your nipples.

You moaned as his fingers played with your hardening nubs. His lips were kissing your neck, not missing a single spot. They fluttered lightly on your skin, giving you goosebumps from the sudden pleasure. "Junhoe...yes." That little thing you said set him off; he had to make you feel even better than he did.

Junhoe moved one hand down your body, and to your now wet folds. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it slowly; watching your reactions. The new sensation took over your body and you moaned his name. He felt himself get hard again while he watched you.

He slipped his middle finger in you and moved it slowly in and out of you. He loved that he was the reason you were as wet as you were. Junhoe was the only man that had you like this, and he always made sure to take care of you.

Your moans became louder when he started to suck on one of your nipples. Your body felt like it was on fire, and all you needed was him. Junhoe knew that it would take more than this for you to come, so he took his finger out of you and licked it clean. He groaned as he tasted you on his finger.

You whined at the loss of his hand, but you soon found yourself with your legs around Junhoe's waist. "Y/N...I don't think I can wait. Hearing your moans got me really horny....." He trailed as he took his dick in his hand and teased your opening with it. His deep voice caused you to become even more wet.

You couldn't even respond, the sudden pleasure had you speechless. You just bit your lip and sighed in content. You were ready for him to do whatever he needed to do to you. "Junhoe..." You sighed as he put his head in, but not all the way.

"Hmm? Is that a yes?" More teasing. He had to make sure you were puddy under him. You nodded in response. Junhoe chuckled before slowly going all the way to the hilt.

Your breath hitched as you felt yourself getting filled with all of him. "Junhoe~" You held him close to you as you readjusted to his size. Of course, they just had sex the night before, but you never got used to his length. "Move, baby,"

Junhoe didn't need to be told twice as he moved his hips out of you before slowly going back in. He usually didn't go slow like this, but he was a bit rough last night. He didn't want to hurt you. You were enjoying this change of pace; it felt amazing.

You were able to feel every inch, and ridge of his glorious dick. Your eyes closed as the pleasure became intense. The way Junhoe's hips rolled into your own was soft and tender, but still firm. He really knew how to please you.

Junhoe knew you weren't a big fan of going slow, so he sped up his hips slightly, but not too much. You moaned loudly at this, not expecting it so soon. Of course, you enjoyed it. There was a certain way Junhoe fucked you, and he was just doing what he did best.

You bit your lip and tightened your legs around his slim waist. You held on to your man tightly, making sure you kept him close. Junhoe left kisses on your neck, making her body even more sensitive than it already was. You shivered as his lips danced all over your skin.

Your moans increased as he went deeper and deeper with each thrust. You were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down. The only thing you needed in at the moment was him, and his amazing dick. The way he made you feel was like nothing else before. That's when you realized he was making love to you instead of just fucking you like usual.

Junhoe removed himself from your neck, and kissed your lips; connecting them fully. Both of them moaned into the kiss, electricity running through the two of them.

He groaned when he felt your walls clench around him. You were close to your orgasm and you knew you were going to come at any second. Junhoe knew this too, so he moved one hand from your waist to your hyper-sensitive clit. You screamed as waves of pleasure went through your entire body.

Junhoe couldn't hold it any longer and came soon after you did. His hips faltering as he released his load in you. The two of you kissed one more time before he rolled over next to you. He held you close and smiled at you.

"Ah, Junhoe...that was amazing." You said, trying to catch your breath. 

He chuckled. "I love you."

[haiitanis]

DSYLM | Koo Junhoe

❧ SUMMARY: “So baby don't say you love me, cause i'm just a rolling stone.” | JU-NE x Reader | College!AU, FWB!AU

❧ WORD COUNT: 3.1k

❧ RATING/WARNINGS: m / language, smut (dirty talk, marking, edging, unprotected sex, lotsa filth owo)

❧ PLAYLIST: ▶▶▶ (seriously listen to this while reading pls!!!)

If you were honest with yourself, you’d never really liked frat parties, although you supposed Iota Kappa Nu’s weren’t the worst. Not only did they always have strong, good drinks, they also had good music and the parties were always on the calmer side, more of just a kickback than an actual party. As far as the worst parties at your school though, that title most definitely belonged to Beta Gamma Beta, at least in your opinion. The most popular seniors on campus belonged to that fraternity and their parties were almost always the type of ragers to end with the cops being called, something you’d much rather not deal with when you just wanted to relax after a week of classes.

The music was loud in the IKN house, the bass all but vibrating the couch you’d sprawled out on after grabbing a drink from the kitchen upon your arrival. Familiar faces had passed around you, some occasionally stopping by to greet you. Your friends, Rosé and Lisa from the sorority Beta Pi Kappa, had hung out the longest before wandering off to another part of the house to greet their other acquaintances.

Your two friends never really got why you always just relaxed the way you did when you were at parties, especially since you hadn’t always done that. In fact, there had been a time where you’d danced alongside them at BGB’s parties but in the last three months, your attendance to parties besides IKN’s had dwindled to nothing.

But there was another reason you’d started limiting your party going, and it certainly had nothing to do with grades or anything that your friends thought, even though you were getting to the point that you were just over the party scene. No, in truth it had more to do with him. Koo Junhoe. You’d met him at one of Beta Gamma’s parties at the point when you’d grown disinterested in being practically suffocated amidst the crush of people on the makeshift dance floor and made your way into the kitchen, where you’d lifted yourself onto the counter with a red Solo cup in your hand.

You’d all but zoned out when a male voice spoke close to your ear. “Bored?” he’d asked, shooting you a cheeky grin when you practically leaped out of your skin.

“I wasn’t until you showed up,” you’d retorted, tone sharp. Normally, a sarcastic comment or two would send most guys at these parties on their way, likely off to find someone easier to flirt with. But not him.

Instead, he leaned onto the counter beside you, that brazen smirk never leaving his face. “Cute, that was really cute,” he replied, tilting his head at you. “Bet I can turn that around really quickly, though.”

Normally you would have just ignored the guy, but something about his smile and the way he hadn’t been put off by your attitude intrigued you. “Bet you can’t,” you’d shot back, unable to stop your own lips from turning up in a slight smirk. That had been the first time you’d met Junhoe.

You’d run into him a few times after that; grabbing a coffee from the campus cafe, at another couple Beta Gamma parties. The third party you saw Junhoe at, he’d found you on the dance floor. His large hands had found your waist, pulling your back to his chest as you moved against him to the beat thrumming through the cheap speakers in the frat house. That was the first night you found yourself in Junhoe’s bed.

After that, you’d fallen into something of a friends with benefits arrangement with him. Every time you’d see him at a party, you’d wind up in one of your beds by the end of the night, something that had been going on for months now. And tonight would be no different.

The next time you went to sip from the cup, you frowned when you found it empty. Pushing yourself off the couch, you meandered through the somewhat crowded house towards the makeshift bar.

“Hey, _____!” a familiar voice called out before a heavy arm was finding its way over your shoulder. When you turned to face the owner, you were met with the smiling face of one of your philosophy classmates, Minho.

He fell into step with you as you made your way into the kitchen. “Hey, how’s it going?” you responded, shoving your cup into the trash bag before grabbing a fresh one off the counter and dumping a generous amount of Disaronno into it, cracking open a Dr. Pepper and pouring it over the liquor, then taking a sip.

The whole time, Minho watched you with a raised eyebrow, laughing when you wrinkled your nose slightly at the taste of alcohol. “Make that a little too strong?” he questioned, leaning against the counter next to you.

“Absolutely not,” you shot back, offering him a relaxed smile. “If I’m not drunk at this party, then what’s the point?”

Minho snorted, a smile crossing his lips. “You’re not wrong there,” was all he said.

You continued to talk to Minho in the kitchen for a while, laughing loudly at one of his jokes. The sound must have caught some attention because not thirty seconds later, Junhoe stormed into the kitchen. “Can I talk to you?” he snapped, his fingers circling your wrist as he tugged you out of the kitchen.

You offered Minho a shrug, then a wave as Junhoe all but dragged you up the stairs. After letting him pull you almost halfway down the hall towards his room, you’d had enough and planted your feet, forcing Junhoe to stop. “What, exactly, is your problem?” you hissed, jerking your wrist out of his grip.

“You are,” he growled back, stepping towards you and forcing you backward until your shoulders hit the wall, jealousy evident on his handsome features. “I know we aren’t dating, but do you have to flirt with guys right in front of me?”

The glare that you shot him might have killed a lesser man than Junhoe. “You said it yourself, we aren’t dating,” you hurled back. “Anyways, I wasn’t flirting with my friend but even if I was, it’s none of your business.”

That was all it took for Junhoe to snap. His long fingers found their way into your hair and he tilted your head back before smashing his lips against yours, leaving you gasping for air even as you looped your arms around his neck. By the time his mouth left yours, moving to your throat to litter it with kisses and bites, your lips were already swollen.

Junhoe’s hands found your hips, then he was lifting you and you were wrapping your legs around him as he kept you pressed firmly against the wall. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging at the dark strands until he growled against your skin. He left violet marks across your throat in places that would be visible to anyone looking at you. You knew exactly what he was doing, he was practically branding you so that anyone who looked at you knew who’s you were.

When he was satisfied with the marks he’d decorated your neck and chest with, Junhoe leaned back slightly to admire his work, all while keeping you pressed tightly to the wall. “There we go,” he muttered, sounding proud of himself. His eyes met yours for a heartbeat before he was burying his face in your hair, his lips close to your ear. “Now everyone knows that you’re mine.”

“Who said I was?” you retorted, although the breathiness of your voice gave away just how much you wanted him.

Junhoe glowered at you slightly, but there was no malice in it. Then his lips were on yours again and your back was off the wall. He started down the hallway towards his room and you kept your limbs wrapped tightly around his neck and waist until Junhoe was kicking his door open and dropping you onto his mattress. You’d managed to catch the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head as you pulled him down on top of you, running your hands over his muscular torso and trailing your nails over his skin.

“What’s with you today?” you gasped out but Junhoe ignored you, focusing his attention on stripping you of your clothing, his hands slipping under your shirt to trace along the bottom of your bra.

Practically before you knew it, you were both completely devoid of clothing, his warm skin pressed against yours and your hands in his hair. You couldn’t help but let out a whine when he pushed his hips against yours, grinding his hardened length against your core.

The sound made Junhoe smirk. “You like that?” he asked and you caught sight of the cocky look on his face before his lips were finding your collarbone and he started to work his way down your chest, stopping to caress your chest for a moment before moving further down along your abdomen. When he reached the apex of your thighs, he looked up at you, his warm breath fanning against your heat. “I know something else you like better.”

Then he licked a stripe along your slit that had your hips bucking up for more. In the time that you’d been seeing him, you’d quickly found out that Junhoe enjoyed teasing like no other. When it was up to him, he’d leave you squirming on his mattress for as long as you could stand. Today seemed to be one of those days as he dragged his tongue slowly through your folds, drawing back just before he reached your clit, his dark eyes watching you writhe in an effort to get his mouth where you wanted it most.

After a few more teasing licks, Junhoe finally gave you what you wanted, one of his hands moving to hold your hips down as he lapped at the bundle of nerves with just enough pressure to elicit a moan from you.

When he slipped a finger inside of you, pumping it slowly, you gasped, one hand dropping to his head and tugging at his hair. “Junhoe,” you whined his name when he slowed down right when you could feel your orgasm building, drawing you close to your breaking point. When he knew you’d come down from the edge, he started his ministrations all over again, pushing you almost to your orgasm over and over until you were nearly in tears. As the sensation ebbed yet again,––you’d lost count of how many times he’d pulled back after the fourth, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure––you could feel his smirk against your skin as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thighs before he was moving to hover over you again.

“Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get to come tonight,” Junhoe told you, voice low and rough as his lips found yours. You could still taste yourself on his mouth as his tongue slipped past your lips. When he broke the kiss, you chased his lips for a moment before letting your head flop back onto the mattress. He leaned back down, his nose brushing your cheek as he drew in close enough to whisper heady words in your ear. “But when you do, it’ll be around my cock.”

You couldn’t help the whine that left you at his words but he muffled it with his lips when he leaned down to kiss you again, the head of his cock brushing enticingly along your folds. You twisted your hips, desperate for more friction, but Junhoe reached between your bodies, fitting himself to you before sliding into you.

Junhoe hissed through his teeth at the feeling of your walls wrapped around his length. You slid your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his chest was pressed against yours and connecting your lips.

He moved slowly, unusual for him. In the past, your hookups had always been fast and rough, a quick fuck with only one goal in mind: getting off. But something about tonight was different, you could tell. It was more than just the pace, it was the way he’d gotten jealous and possessive earlier in the kitchen. It was the violet bruises that littered your throat and chest when Junhoe had pressed you up against the wall in the hallway. It was the way he was declaring you as his own.

You let out a sharp gasp when Junhoe thrust into you hard, still maintaining his slow pace but starting to roughen his motions, his hips surging forward into yours. His mouth found yours, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss as your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the strands until Junhoe was groaning against you.

When he broke the kiss and pulled out of you, you let out a whine that put a smirk on Junhoe’s face as he rolled off of you, his back hitting the mattress. “Come here,” he husked, holding his hands out to you and guiding you to swing your legs over his hips, positioning your core over his length. You ground against him for a moment but Junhoe was having none of it and before you knew it, he was sheathed inside of you again.

You circled your hips and he inhaled sharply, his eyes dropping closed as you repeated the motion. Junhoe shot up, his hands finding your hips and stilling your movements, your chests pressed together. “Keep that up and I’ll come sooner than I want to,” he told you, his tone almost scolding. To your surprise, it made you smile slightly.

Despite his forceful hold, you ground against him slowly. “Isn’t that the goal?” you teased softly, your lips close to his ear before ghosting along the side of his throat and along his collarbone.

“No, I don’t think so,” he murmured, twisting until you gave in and kissed him, slow and deep. Junhoe’s grip on you loosened slightly and you lifted your hips before dropping back down, dragging a low moan from Junhoe’s lips.

You just hummed in acknowledgment before continuing your movements, lifting and dropping your hips as you kissed down Junhoe’s neck, leaving plum marks of your own across his golden skin as he groaned low in his throat. One of his hands, which had been caressing your waist before, moved to tangle into your hair as he guided your lips to his.

This time when he broke away from you, his hand moved to grip your chin and he held you in place, keeping you practically nose to nose with his mouth hovering over yours so you felt his warm breath fan across your lips. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze raking over your face in a way that made you feel so much more exposed underneath him than you had moments before despite your nakedness.

“What’s with you tonight?” you muttered, twisting your face away from him as you felt heat spread across your cheeks. It was clear as day that you were throwing emotional brick walls up but it took Junhoe a moment to relent, his sharp eyes not leaving yours for what was possibly the longest heartbeat of your life. In fact, when he did break away from you to bury his face against your shoulder, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

Junhoe mouthed slowly at your skin and you let out a gasp when he nipped at a sensitive spot at the base of your throat, likely leaving yet another bruise to decorate your skin as his hands moved to your hips to guide your movements. When he laid back, propping himself against the pile of pillows, Junhoe pulled you with him, keeping your chest pressed against his.

Before you knew it, he was flipping your bodies over and pinning you to the mattress, his hips snapping forward repeatedly, finally reaching a pace where you could feel your orgasm building from the low simmer it had been stuck on in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t stop the way that his name fell from your lips like a prayer, mixed in with the occasional swear once he leaned back enough to reach a hand between your bodies and massage your clit.

It didn’t take much for him to push you over the edge, the pad of his finger circling your nub until you were coming with a loud moan of his name. Your walls squeezing around his length was enough to have Junhoe at his own end as he buried his face in your neck. “I love you,” he groaned against your skin, both of you freezing as the words left his lips.

You weren’t even sure you’d heard him right. Had Koo Junhoe, the same man who’d declared he’d never catch feelings the first time you’d slept together, just confessed to you? He was still frozen over you, aside from his body shuddering from the pleasure and the overstimulation of your walls still squeezing around his now softening length.

“Did you just say––” you breathed, still shocked by his confession.

Junhoe said nothing, instead opting to bury his face deeper into your shoulder. “Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” he mumbled, the words muffled by your skin. “Just forget it, please?”

You twisted, shoving his muscular body off of you before maneuvering yourself on top of him and pinning his wrists above his head. You both knew it wouldn’t take much for him to break your hold but for some reason, he made no effort to free himself. “I’m not going to forget it, so just tell me,” you snapped at him, watching as Junhoe turned his head to look anywhere but at you.

“Fine! I love you, okay? I went and fucked up and fell for you,” he finally looked at you, eyes blazing when they met yours. But you couldn’t tell what emotion it was behind his gaze. “So just go ahead and end it, just like you said you would if either of us––”

You cut Junhoe off there. “Oh, do you ever shut up?” you questioned with no malice in your tone before your lips collided with his and you released your hold on his wrists to tangle your fingers tightly into his hair, tugging at the roots until he was groaning against your mouth. When you finally broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his before you spoke. “I love you, too, you jerk.”

[alabastertouch]

Stay

Genre: Angst (fluff if you squint)

Characters: Koo Junhoe x Reader

Warning/s: Cussing? I guess?

Summary: “Before the dark night traps me in, don’t leave me. Do you still love me? If you feel the same, don’t leave today. Don’t ask why it has to be you... just stay with me.” Blackpink - Stay

A/N: I know I haven’t responded to requests yet, but I miss Junhoe, okay? My bby needs some love! Anyway, here’s something I’ve written a long time ago and is based on Blackpink’s Stay! Plssss give iKON (and this fic too!!!) lots of love!

Maybe it was wishful thinking for Y/N to hope that Junhoe will never leave her. After all, he’s a figure everyone’s looking at both to scrutinize and adore.

At first they were that couple everyone envied, despite the two of them being worlds different. While he’s a singer shining brightly under the spotlight, she is a university student trying to survive the pressure of life. They both live in the same flat surface, yet with such different realities at hand.

Of course, that phase had to end someday.

Sweet words turn to harsh curses, and sweet nothings transit into yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. Y/N felt like the universe is already going against her, and with Junhoe adding up to it, everything is going into an endless pit.

“Goodness, Y/N, can you please stop being a pest for once?!” Junhoe is known for his brutal honesty, and although Y/N is already used to it, she can’t help but still be hurt over again. He heads to their room and slams the door close, glances never exchanged and good nights never uttered.

Y/N is left comforting herself over it, on the couch where she thinks she’ll be sleeping tonight. She does not expect Junhoe to apologize for his words and actions. He did so in the past, but they’ve been together so long that apologies and I love you’s are only spoken once in a while. Their anniversaries are only normal days, since Junhoe is usually pent up with work and Y/N is studying for her finals.

What a masochist you are, Y/N.

She tucks up the blanket she took from the laundry, ready to cry herself to sleep in sadness and fear of Junhoe being gone the next day.

On their anniversary; the fifth one to be exact, Y/N’s exam is over.

She expects that something special might occur, even though the magic had been long gone. Many times she has sent Junhoe a text to notify him that it is December eighteenth, but as expected, he doesn’t know anything.

He came home with his tired self and a bunch of take outs.

“The hyungs treated us for some beef a while back and told me to bring you these home. I’ll go to sleep now.” His voice sounds dull, like she doesn’t even deserve a second look, nor a warm embrace. The snow outside only adds up to the chilling inside her heart.

“Okay,” Y/N can only mutter helplessly. She heads to the kitchen and blows the candle on top of the cake she hassled herself in preparing, despite the drowsiness and emptiness of her energy.

“Happy anniversary, Junhoe. I love you.” She cuts the cake and opens up the packed baked scallops that has a sticky note on top of the tupperware.

Have fun, you two! -Jinani, Yunhyeong, Jiwon, Hanbae, Dong, Chanu

She smiles slightly, tears falling endlessly.

How can others remember, but not him?

The mellow sound of the piano almost puts Y/N in a slumber.

The iKON members, sans Junhoe, invited her over. Her boyfriend is nowhere to be found, and she hopes that he is somewhere harmless.

“That’s a sad song,” Y/N mumbles as she peeks at Donghyuk, who is playing the instrument with his entire feelings into it. She recognizes it as Black Pink’s song, Stay.

“Does it remind you of someone?” Yunhyeong asks, not much surprised when Y/N nods. It seems like nowadays, she’s either crying or calling them to ask about Junhoe and his whereabouts.

“I just wish that even though he’s gone, like, most of the time, he’ll still stay with me,” Y/N mumbles, fiddling with her fingers.

“You should stop crying, Y/N,” Yunhyeong offers her his hanky. “Your eyes are puffy. Why do you insist on staying in this relationship if it’s hurting you this much?”

Y/N is baffled after hearing Yunhyeong’s question.

“Because that’s Junhoe,” Y/N answers, not skipping a heartbeat. “He says unnecessary things and yells uselessly, but at the end of the day, he’s still a giant softie. I love him, and although I sound like a stupid, toxic girl right now, I’d rather have him with me than to not.”

Yunhyeong shakes his head, not knowing whether to hit the girl to reality or just let her be. At least she’s aware of her own foolishness.

Junhoe finally comes by, appearing to be ready to pick Y/N up.

“Let’s go home,” Y/N bids the other males goodbye, and they all cast her a worried glance. She assures them with a slight smile and follows Junhoe out of the building.

She trails behind him, unaware of how to act. It’s like they were back to that stage where Y/N is awkward with everything that comes with Junhoe, but she’d rather enjoy that than to force some purposeless conversations with others.

Junhoe halts, effectively pausing Y/N from her walk.

“Stay beside me. It’s cold.” Junhoe invites her over in his arms, and she hops over next to him, not knowing what to say at all.

They walk under the snow, both wanting to say something but do not have the guts to say it aloud.

“Why is it me?” Junhoe voices out his question.

“Huh?” Y/N lifts her beanie up a little to see Junhoe’s expression and to understand him clearly.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N,” Junhoe messes his hair. “I’ve fucked up a lot, and I don’t want you to question your credibility because of me. Why do you insist to stay with a complicated person like me?”

Y/N tiptoes and kisses his red nose.

“Because you’re an idiot when it comes to relationships, and I understand that,” Y/N returns her weight back to her heels. “I know that I cried this month more than I smiled, or maybe in the span of our relationship, I cried more than I laughed. But that’s where we learn, right?”

“How do I learn, Y/N? I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Junhoe sounds concerned, afraid of what to do next and how to perfect the relationship.

“Just stay,” Y/N guarantees. “Stay with me. Don’t ask why it’s you, alright? Let’s stay together.”

And Junhoe replies with a nod.

“I love you, Y/N. Never ever question that.”

And that is the reason why Y/N doesn’t want to leave him, because any day, he’ll stick to her like a clingy koala bear.

[noonachronicles]

A Little Red (1)

Kim Hanbin (B.I.)/ Kim Jiwon (Bobby)/ Koo Junhoe X Reader

Genre - Werewolf A/U Warnings - None

Moodboard by bae @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

Your trunk fell into the a puddle of mud with a squelch, making you cringe. The coachman plopped down onto the ground afterward. His rough leathery hand offering you the twine rope that had been tied around your steamer trunk for easy dragging. You soured at the idea of dragging your luggage in general let alone through the mud.

“You're sure you can't just bring me a little further?” You asked for the hundredth time.

“No can do missus. Carriage won't make it down that narrow-a path. Horse won't go down that way even if it could.” The coachman offered you a lopsided smile before climbing back into his seat and taking off.

With a defeated huff you wrapped the twine around your hand and pulled up the skirt of your dress before beginning your trek to the village.

You had loved your sister so dearly, which is what made this situation so much more infuriating. You'd told her again and again to stay in the city. There was nothing, in your opinion, that was quaint or safe or at all convenient about living in a small village.

In fact the two of you had worked so hard just to get out of the village you'd been raised in. It was a surprise to you when your sister had told you she'd be moving back to one to take a position as a schoolteacher. She asked you to move with her but there was no way you'd leave your cushy position as an au pair in the city that was bustling with life and opportunity.

Four years had passed since the last time you saw her even though the two of you wrote one another constantly. You felt terrible in retrospect for never having visited her previous to the letter. You felt terrible for never having been able to say goodbye.

By the time you reached the edge of the village there was almost a full foot of mud soaked up into the fabric of your skirt, which you'd given up on holding up about halfway through the walk. Your bonnet had slipped off your hair and was dangling around your neck as your hair plastered itself to your face with sweat.

Panting, you laid your trunk down in the dirt and sat down for a small break. At this point you weren't sure where you were headed anyway. You were slightly surprised by the lack of activity in the middle of the day but then again, you'd come from a very populated city where there were activities going on well into the night.

There was a bit of a ruckus being made in a barn to your left. You dragged your trunk the edge of the farm and then went over to the barn door.

“Hello?” You called out knocking on the weathered wooden door. “Is anyone there?”

The door creaked as you opened it. Inside the barn were two horses that were stalled up but clearly spooked. You walked up to the calmer of the two and attempted to sooth it further.

“Can I help you Miss?”

You jumped slightly at the male voice that came from the other end of the barn. Looking over you spotted a shirtless young man. His chest and abs were layered in sweat and dirt from working the field out back. The polite smile on his face turned into a look of shock.

“Louisa?” He whispered.

You shook your head realizing his mistake, “No, no. Louisa is my sister. Was. Louisa was my sister.”

“Oh, wow.” He said taking a deep breath. “You look...just like her. I thought for a moment I'd seen a ghost.”

“I'm sorry to have spooked you.” You said stepping forward and removing your glove. “I'm y/n.”

The strange young man accepted your hand shakily, “My name is Hanbin. I was good friends with your sister.”

“That's wonderful. Perhaps you wouldn't mind helping me then? I'm looking for her home, I've come to clear her things.”

He stood for a moment more just taking in your face and you knew it must be strange for him. Having lost someone who was a friend and then having someone appear with the same exact face.

He shook himself back to the present, “I'm so sorry, of course, how rude of me.”

You watched as the handsome man grabbed his shirt from one of the stall doors and walked with you outside to the road. He easily dragged your trunk along behind him as he walked you through the village.

“Louisa always talked about you. She never mentioned you were twins though.” Hanbin said watching as you tied your bonnet. “She said you lived in the city, that you were absolutely the smartest person she'd ever known. Louisa believed wholeheartedly that you were destined for a fantastic future.”

You blushed slightly and tried to keep from crying in front of a stranger. “I always thought the same of her. No offense, but I always felt that her being here was lowering her potential. She was a bleeding heart however, always caring about others over herself. It makes sense that she would have wanted to be a teacher here and help children.”

“She was wonderful at it. A truly beautiful human being. She was so kind and selfless in all aspects of her life.” Hanbin said and stopped in front of a small cabin. “This was hers.”

“Thank you.” You smiled kindly, “For bringing me here and for speaking to me about my sister. It's good to know she had friends while she was here.”

“If you need anything, please, let me know.” Hanbin said genuinely, dropping the trunk on the porch of the cabin. “You know where I am. I'll come check on you later to make sure you're all settled.”

“You're too kind.” You smiled and then made your way inside the home.

Inside the small cottage your heart fell harder than it had ever before. Before, when they told you your sister was gone, they were just words. Standing here among her things, everything feeling untouched and lifeless you realized it was true. She really was gone. Your back slipped down the door and you cried. You clutched the the nearest memory of her, the red cloak hanging by the door. You stuffed the fabric against your face breathing in her lingering scent.

You had felt unlike yourself for days, a piece of you missing and you'd known all along it was her but only now did it set in. You'd always imagined it would be the two of you, forever. Even if you had no one else, you'd always have your sister. Born to a father you had never known, losing your mother as a baby, and now your sister. You’d never felt so alone. Crying exhausted you so much you fell asleep right there on the floor of the cottage, her cloak tucked under your head.

When you woke the light in the cottage was almost gone. With urgency you looked around the cottage for the oil lamp and matches. There were one or two small logs by the fireplace, but not enough to last through the night so you took the lamp outside. Near the side of the cottage was a stack of logs and an ax. Already tired, you sighed and lifted the ax. As you cut large logs into suitable firewood the smell of other families dinners wafted through the air and under your nose. Your stomach rumbled and you hoped that your sister kept the kitchen stocked. Pausing you wiped your damp forehead with the sleeve of your dress.

“Wow.” You looked up, surprised, to see the silhouette of young man in front of the setting sun. He leaning over the log fence that lined the small area around the cottage. His sweet smile hid his eyes and you felt both nervous and relaxed by his presence all at once. “Hanbin said you looked like Louisa, but I didn't realize that you would look exactly like her.

“Well, she was my twin.” you said with a small smile.

“Of course.” the young man smiled again. He placed a plate on the fence and jumped, gracefully and without a sound over it into the tiny grass yard. “I’m Jiwon. I was a friend of your sisters. I live on the farm at the beginning of the lane.”

“Right. With Hanbin? Are you brothers?” you asked eyeing him curiously, “You don’t really look alike.”

“We’re not brothers, not really, but we are family.” He said offering you the plate and taking the ax in return. “I know Hanbin was supposed to come check on you but he honestly was a bit shaken by you. Anyway, we had some extra food and I thought I’d bring you something to eat, get the chance to know you. Plus a long day of travel doesn’t leave much energy for making a meal.”

“Thank you, it smells wonderful.” You watched as he began to swing the ax over his shoulder and crashing through the logs like a knife through fresh churned butter. It was hard not to notice the bulging biceps nearly bursting through his white button up. What felt like only seconds passed before there was a large stack of firewood at his feet, not a drip of sweat across his brow. “You didn't have to do that.”

“I wanted to. Anything I would have done for your sister, I’ll do for you.”

“Are you sure?” you smirked, “You don’t even know me, I could be the evil twin for all you know.”

He smiled that intoxicating smile of his and easily filled his arms with firewood. “With a face that sweet? I’ll take my chances.”

“Well, if you’re not too terribly busy, you can come inside with that firewood? I’ll see if Louisa kept anything good to drink around this place and you can tell me all about this little town. Judging by the size of this place, it shouldn’t take you all that long.”

He nodded and walked with you to the front of the cottage, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, y/n. The village may be quiet, but that just means it’s good at keeping secrets.”

[kpopmalereader]

start ; koo junhoe

• summary: best friends to lovers • pairing: koo junhoe x male!reader • word count: 782 • to do

“Don’t look now,” Chanwoo starts and pretends to look over the menu. “But, Y/N, a guy at the bar has been looking over at you for the past five minutes.”

You open your mouth and he cuts you off.

“I know because he first started watching when you first got up and walked by, and he has not stopped since you sat down.”

You look around, feigning like you’re looking for a waiter and take a quick glance at him. “Ooh, he’s cute.”

Chanwoo nods and taps on the table. “Go flirt, get his number.”

“Should I?”

Junhoe looks over at him and shakes his head. “He’s not that cute.”

“Yeah, but Y/N is lonely.”

“I’m not lonely!”

Chanwoo rolls his eyes. “Sure.”

You stick your tongue out at him and turn to Junhoe. “I’ll ask you instead, should I go talk to him?”

“Junhoe’s not going to say yes.”

Junhoe shoots a look at him and shrugs. “If you want to, you can. I’m just saying, I don’t think he’s that cute. Like he’s a Chanwoo, not a me, you know?”

You snort and glance back over at the bar. “If he’s still there in a few minutes, I’ll go talk to him.”

“You just like when they make the first move.”

“Don’t call me out, Chanwoo.”

Junhoe gestures to the menu in front of you. “Did you decide yet?”

“Changing the subject?” Chanwoo hums, mumbling to himself.

*

“Just text him!” Bobby shoves your shoulder as you close the door, scoffing slightly.

“I just got the number, I’ll seem desperate.”

“You are desperate though.”

You turn to him and throw your arms up in the air. “Why do people keep saying that?”

Bobby pats your shoulder and pinches your cheek. “It’s because you are.”

“You guys are just as single as I am, I just want to let that be known.” You cross your arms and sit on the couch. “I don’t even complain about being single. I’m starting to think you guys are just trying to get rid of me.”

Yunhyeong nudges you and shakes his head. “We’re just saying people flirt with you and give you their numbers all the time, it’s kind of going to waste.”

“How do you know I’m not already dating someone?”

“Junhoe, is Y/N dating someone?”

“Not that I know of.”

Yunhyeong gestures to Junhoe and raises an eyebrow. “You don’t keep anything from Junhoe.”

“Okay, then, I like someone already and I’m waiting for them.”

“Now I just think you’re lying.” Yunhyeong rolls his eyes.

Bobby sits on the other side of you. “The guy today was nice too, he kept flirting with you. Plus, you like when guys are all confident with flirting with you, and he was.”

“I’ll text him later.”

“You’re a bad liar.” Bobby pushes your shoulder again.

Junhoe shakes his head and looks up from his phone. “He doesn’t want to text him, just leave it.”

“Ooh, jealous Junhoe.”

Junhoe shoots his head up, glaring at Bobby and Yunhyeong. “I’m not jealous.”

“Then why are you upset?”

Junhoe continues to glare but looks back down at his phone.

After Yunhyeong and Bobby finally past the conversation and move into their own separate areas, you move to sit by Junhoe.

“Do I complain about being single?”

Junhoe shakes his head. “They just like bothering you. …Were you serious about liking somebody though?”

You nod and cross your legs. “Yeah, I don’t think anything’s going to happen out of it though. He’s like super out of my league.”

“Out of your league?” Junhoe raises an eyebrow. “You’re always confident about yourself, who makes you say that?”

You laugh slightly and shake your head. “Nobody.”

“I’m your best friend, you’re really not going to tell me?”

“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

“Touché.”

*

“How long have you two been dating?” One of your friends asks, gesturing between you and Junhoe.

You start to choke on your drink and shake your head. “We’re not- we’re not dating,”

“You aren’t?” Your friend nods and winks at you. “Right~”

Your face starts to go red and you look around, ignoring everything else. Junhoe stares straight in front of him, completely frozen.

“Yeah, definitely nothing going on there.” Your friend rolls their eyes and walks away.

“That was awkward,” Junhoe mumbles after a few seconds, sparing a glance up at you.

You nod, still looking around the room like you haven’t been in the same spot for hours now.

“Personally,” Junhoe bites his lip and nudges your arm. “I think we would look cute together.”

You look over at him and he smiles, tilting his head to the side.

[kpopmalereader]

aliens ; koo junhoe

• summary: soulmate drawing au! everything that is written or drawn on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s skin as well • pairing: koo junhoe x male!reader • word count: 2042 • to do

“Your soulmate is being difficult, Junhoe.” The makeup artist says, sighing as they throw away another shirt that doesn’t work. “They really needed to write on their collarbone?”

“I don’t control it. It doesn’t look like their handwriting anyway, it was probably someone else.”

“We’re going to have to cover it with makeup and hope it doesn’t rub off while you’re dancing.” The artist rubs the bridge of their nose. “Write back to them and tell them they need to be considerate.”

“That would sound perfect, ‘Hey, I’m an idol and I can’t have you writing on places that can’t be easily covered.’.” Junhoe rolls his eyes. “It’s just a few words anyway.”

The makeup artist waves Junhoe off and walks away, shaking their head.

Junhoe glances down at the barely-visible-from-his-angle handwriting, a different scrawl than yours normally is. He bites his lip and grabs a pen, thinking of somewhere to write where you can see it, but won’t be too visible in his performances. He sighs and shakes his head, placing the pen back down.

“What did they say?” Jinhwan leans his head back as Junhoe walks in the door.

“They’re just going to cover it with makeup.” Junhoe shrugs and throws his keys on the table. “I want to write back to him, but I don’t know where I could where it wouldn’t be visible.”

“Ankle,” Bobby calls from the kitchen. “Or thigh.”

Junhoe rolls his eyes and then stops, actually thinking of it for a second.

“Why do you want to write to him?” Jinhwan asks, watching the TV more than anything. “You hardly ever write to him. Just because you know that you’re going to get in trouble if you do?”

“Shut up.” Junhoe huffs and moves to his room.

He changes into a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, leaning against the headboard. He pulls his phone out and scrolls for a while before he notices a tiny drawing above his knee. He leans forward and smiles at the little flower and grass drawing with your (in his mind) cute handwriting next to it.

‘Sorry about the weird writing on your collar :(, my friend is an a-hole (I don’t know if you’re okay with cussing)’

Junhoe bites his lip and debates writing back. He reaches around for a pen and doodles a small cloud with some rain over the flower. ‘It’s okay, I only got in a bit of trouble for it’

You draw a sun back almost immediately. ‘Really? I’m sorry. :( Because of where it is?’

‘Yeah, it’s easily seen behind clothes’ Junhoe replies before adding another flower next to yours.

You send another frowny face and a small heart. ‘My bad’

‘it’s okay, after the performance tomorrow you’ll be able to draw and write all over me’

‘performance?’

‘wow look at the time, gtg’

‘hey :(’

Junhoe leans back and covers his face, shaking his head. “Wow.”

*

Junhoe drops down on his bed and stretches up, sighing deeply. He flips on to his back and looks around, sighing. He looks around for his phone and notices a drawing forming on his wrist. Fireworks appear across his wrist and his smile spreads the more you add on to it, even adding a small moon and stars above them.

‘How did your performance go?’

‘It went well’ Junhoe draws a barely-there alien on the moon. ‘I did great’

‘Confidence’ you send back, drawing another alien next to his ‘Are they watching the fireworks?’

‘Mine is staring at yours’

You underline the word confidence, doodling little lines next to it for emphasis.

‘I prefer the term ‘flirty’’

‘that works too’

Junhoe smiles and blushes slightly when you draw an equally as tiny heart above the two aliens.

‘I think I might need to take a nap’ Junhoe replies after a minute or two. ‘Are you going to keep drawing?’

‘mhm’ ‘have a nice nap’

Junhoe leans back in the bed and falls asleep quickly with a smile on his face. He wakes up again a few hours later and immediately glances down at his arms. You added a slightly bigger heart by the aliens, writing your name above the alien you drew. You drew a few more planets around the moon and decided to move to the other arm and drew a paper airplane on the back of his hand. Down his arms are different ocean animals with a circle around an octopus.

‘I didn’t draw one leg, so he’s a septopus, not an octopus.’

‘I probably shouldn’t take up any more of the space on your arms, so I think I’m going to go to sleep now’

Junhoe smiles widely and traces the drawings with his finger, he checks the time and, even though it’s late, decides to drag himself out of the room for something to eat. He walks out and stretches up as he walks, opening the refrigerator door. Bobby walks in and stops short, looking Junhoe up and down.

“I guess you talked to him?” Bobby asks, trying to hide his laughter. “Are all of those his?”

“He drew them while I was sleeping.” Junhoe mentions, not looking away from the fridge.

Bobby nods slowly. “He must be happy you’re finally writing back, hasn’t he tried to talk to you a lot and you hardly ever replied?”

Junhoe rolls his eyes and grabs a snack and a water bottle, retreating back to his room. He sits on the end of his bed and bites his lip, examining all of the drawings closely. He bites his lip and grabs the pen, writing his name above the alien he drew. He adds hearts around the aliens and a plus between your names and your aliens, laying back down.

*

“Your arms look so bad dude.”

“They’re cute drawings!”

“No, I mean there is so much on them.” Your friend rolls their eyes. “How do you know your soulmate isn’t going to be upset about it?”

“He said it was okay.” You pout as you turn the corner, looking down at your arms.

Bobby glances over at the noise and gasps, playing it off as a cough when he notices the drawings on your arms. He texts Hanbin quickly, pretending to be focused on the chips in front of him.

‘Dude, I think Junhoe’s soulmate is on the aisle I’m on.’

‘What!? Seriously?’

‘Yeah, arms are covered, and the drawings look like the same’

‘No way, should I tell him? Or do we just make them ‘accidently’ bump into each other?’

Bobby bites his lip and glances over at you. ‘See if you can lure him over here’

‘Got it’

Bobby continues to grab snacks and throw them in the bag, glancing over at you and your friend every minute or two.

Across the small shop, Hanbin shakes his head at Junhoe and tries to convince him to walk over to where Bobby is.

“Why?” Junhoe asks, looking at the back of some drink.

“Because Bobby asked, just go.”

Junhoe shrugs and sets the drink down, moving across the shop and down the aisles to where Bobby is. He glances over at you two down the aisles and walks past them to Bobby.

“What did you need?”

“Huh?” Bobby glances over at you and back to Junhoe. “I just, I wanted to tell you something.”

“What?”

Bobby sighs and scratches the back of his neck. “Look at that boy’s arms.”

Junhoe raises an eyebrow at Bobby and turns around, looking both of them up and down. His eyes go wide, and he looks down at his own arms.

“Oh, God.” Junhoe grips his hair and glances back and forth. “I’m nervous, why am I nervous?”

“Because he’s your soulmate.”

“I wasn’t nervous about talking to him through our skin,” Junhoe shakes his head. “That sounds weird.”

Bobby nods. “You weren’t nervous because it’s like texting. Go talk to him, you’re soulmates, and you’re going to have to meet sometime.”

Junhoe bites his lip and glances back over at you, staring at you for a second until the person you’re with looks up and raises an eyebrow at Junhoe. Junhoe looks down and over to the snacks Bobby is looking at, missing your friend noticing Junhoe’s arms and smacking your shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?” You ask, holding your shoulder.

Junhoe glances at who’s talking and traces the drawings on his arm as he hears your voice. He breathes deeply and closes his eyes slightly, watching you out of the corner of his eyes. You pout and look up at your friend as they talk and slowly your eyes and mouth go wide and you cover your face, turning away from everyone. Your friend walks away from you, dodging your hand flying out to grab them.

“Good luck.” Bobby pushes Junhoe towards you and walks away from him.

Junhoe stumbles and stops quickly, reaching around in his pockets, pulling out a pen. He opens his hand and draws a small ‘hi’ on his palm. You blush and glance back at him, digging your nails into your palms. You look down and rock up on your toes, turning towards him.

“Hello.” You mumble, biting your lip. “You’re Junhoe, right?”

“I am.” Junhoe nods and slowly walks over to you. “You’re my soulmate.”

You nod, your cheeks even darker than before. “I am.”

You look up at him and Junhoe watches you closely as you tilt your head to the side and furrow your eyebrows.

“You look familiar.” You mumble and squint slightly. “Oh, wait, that’s why they said your name sounded familiar. You’re part of that group-, now I feel bad for forgetting the name.”

“IKON?”

“That’s the one.” You nod.

“I am-”

You gasp and cover your mouth. “When you said you had a performance you meant like a concert and my friend drew on your collarbone.”

“It’s-”

“And I drew all over your arms! I’m sorry.” You step closer to him and frown, looking down at both of your arms. “Do you think we can wash it off?”

“It’s okay, I like them, and we don’t have any performances for a while.” Junhoe smiles at you and turns his arms around, examining the drawings closely. “Plus, if I need to go somewhere, I can just wear a long-sleeve shirt.”

“Are you sure?” You bite your lip and look down. “I won’t draw on any visible place anymore, so you don’t get in trouble for anything.”

Junhoe looks around and rolls his eyes when he spots Bobby, half of his face poking around the corner of the aisles. Bobby jumps away and Junhoe turns back to you, fiddling with his hands.

“I’m normally not this nervous with talking to anyone, but you just feel different.” Junhoe fixes his shirt and traces the drawings.  “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

You nod quickly and smile up at him. “Absolutely. Can I have your number?”

“Yeah,” Junhoe laughs and takes his phone out, handing it to you.

You dial in his number into your phone and put your phone number in his, of course, with the alien emoji.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” Junhoe smiles at the contact.

You shake your head and puff your cheeks slightly. “No, even if I did have plans, I could cancel them.”

“I live near here; would you be fine with meeting at a restaurant near here?”

“Yeah, that would good.”

Junhoe smiles and nods, trying not to be too disappointed when your friend walks back to you, mumbling about how you both have to leave.

“Ugh, hey,” Junhoe takes a step towards you when you start to leave. “Are you still going to draw on me even though we’ve already met each other?”

You blush and nod. “If you want me to.”

“Alright, I really hate to break this up, but we need to go Y/N.”

“I’ll text you.” Junhoe nods as you walk away, breathing out deeply when you leave.

Bobby and Hanbin walk towards Junhoe, smirking slightly.

“I guess you got a date, then?” Bobby asks. “You’re lucky, he’s cute and can draw.”

“Shut up.” Junhoe huffs and walks away, covering his face with his hand when he’s finally out of their site.

[kpopmalereader]

whipped ; koo junhoe

• summary: the members point out how different junhoe acts when he’s with them versus when he’s with his bf (acting more shy, cuter, etc.) • pairing: koo junhoe x male!reader • word count: 762 • to do

“Please,” Junhoe whines slightly and looks around. “Come on,”

“It’s my day off, June.” You huff and cross your arms. “Why should I go all the way there to bring you food when I can just sit here on the couch?”

Junhoe rolls his eyes and pokes his bottom lip out slightly. “You can’t see it, but I’m pouting at you.”

“I can sense it.”

He sits down and picks at his fingernail. “Please come, babe. I know it’s your day off and you want to relax, but you can relax with me. I’ll even act cute for you if you come.”

“You’re always cute for me, baby.”

“That doesn’t matter. Please, babe, please? I’m hungry and I miss you, but mostly the first thing.”

You sigh and rub at your face. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Junhoe stands and smiles brightly. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, I’ll be there soon.”

Junhoe bites his lip and nods. “I love you too. Stay safe but hurry up.”

You hang up the phone and Junhoe smiles down at the phone for a second, walking back into the dance room. Chanwoo steps around the corner slowly and glances between the place Junhoe was standing and the door.

“He’s whipped.”

“No kidding,” Bobby mentions, shrugging. “That was probably only because he wanted something.”

*

“Stop,” Junhoe pushes Donghyuk’s hand off of his shoulder. “Knock it off.”

“Come on, Junhoe-”

You knock on the practice room door and open it, with some amount of difficulty, to Junhoe pushing off Donghyuk with one hand. Junhoe’s eyes sparkle slightly and he rushes over to you, grabbing one of the bags.

“You actually came.”

“You were practically begging me,” You set the bag down and press a kiss against his temple. “And I said I was, why wouldn’t I after I said I would? …Pretend that made sense.”

Junhoe smiles softly and turns his back away from the others, puckering his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, June.” You hum and kiss him softly. “You said you would act cute if I made it.”

“Not right now.”

You hum and shrug, gesturing to the food bags. “I guess this is all for me and the others then.”

“Babe,” He whines quietly and tilts his head.

“Fine, I’ll take it. For now.” You point at him and hold a bag out to the others. “This one is yours, I don’t have your orders memorized, so I just got what I remember.”

Hanbin grabs it and smiles at you. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Junhoe steps to the side and opens the other bag, pulling some stuff out of it. You sit down beside the bag and lean your head back, looking up at him.

“Hey,” You bump your knee into his leg.

He raises an eyebrow at you, still sifting through the bag.

“Kiss.” You close your eyes and tilt your chin up more.

Junhoe glances at you and around the room, sitting beside you. “Only because you’re here on your day off.”

You smile and Junhoe presses a kiss on your lips, starting to pull back when you move your hand to his chin and keep your lips together. You slowly kiss him until you sense heat coming from his cheeks and pull away. By the time you do, Junhoe’s cheeks are red and he’s quickly moving his eyes from place to place.

“Is Junhoe blushing?” Jinhwan whispers, leaning over towards the food.

They all look over at the two of you simultaneously, none of them trying to be discreet about it. Junhoe is in the middle of a story, complete with wild hand gestures and facial expressions, and you’re intently listening to him, chin on your palm and following every motion. Junhoe makes eye contact with you every few seconds and every time he does, his smile grows and the blush on his cheeks continues to travel down his neck and to his ears. You nod along and continue to watch him as you open the boxes of food. Junhoe starts laughing, from a small giggle all the way to a full shoulder-moving one.

“And now he’s giggling,” Yunhyeong adds.

“I told you he’s whipped.” Chanwoo shakes his head and steals a couple pieces of food when no one’s watching. “He’s acting all heart-eyed and mushy.”

Bobby coughs and hits his chest slightly. “Did he just give Y/N a finger heart for a piece of food? He just steals it from us, what’s up with that?”

“Friendship versus f-”

“Don’t say it.” Hanbin shakes his head and points at Yunhyeong.

[danghyuk]

iKON react to being flirted with by a male barista [1/2]

Hanbin:

Hanbin is a regular at a smaller café, hidden away from sight, but at the same time cosy and popular for the ones knowing about it. The employees know Hanbin since he’s pretty chatty and they respect his privacy, not exposing him on social media and so.

You however, are a new worker there and you happen to be the one taking his orders on an early morning. Hanbin being his usual self, starts small talking with you to get since he noticed you being an unfamiliar face.

That only makes you smile more genuine at the handsome male in front of you. After a while of thinking hard and skimming through your mind for his familiar face, you scrunch up your nose and pout, a habit you do unconsciously when you’re annoyed at yourself.

The idol notices of course and asks you immediately if there’s something wrong, wanting to know if you’re upset with him. “No, I’m just disappointed at myself for not being able to remember such a handsome man, I swear I’d want to remember your pretty face.”

Your blunt answer makes him stutter and flush bright red, not having expected that at all. Hanbin still accepts your number and saves it on his phone.

Jinhwan:

It’s a warm spring day on a lazy Sunday and Jinhwan’s schedule is completely blank, leaving him to do whatever he wants. He finds himself in a relaxing book café, loving how quiet it is with a handful of customers- all of them enjoying a book.

He’s that as an opportunity to drop his mask, feeling confident not being recognised here, especially when so many has their nose buried in books. It takes him a while to decide on what to order and he has to crane his neck some due to his short stature.

Your sudden chough for attention makes him jump slightly and almost yelp. However, he can’t bring himself to send you an annoyed expression, even though your handsome features are pulled up in a smug smirk.

“Are you able to see anything from down there?” Your comment makes Jinhwan’s eyes twitch, but he ignores it- not wanting to create a scene. After ordering something way over the top with extra shit just because he can while ignoring other smooth comments from you, Jay finds a perfect spot, hidden away just in case.

You personally, comes up to his table after a few minutes with his order and a playful apology playing at the tip of your tongue. With a few more flirtatious comments, you leave him flustered before you can see his reaction to the small note along with his coffee – your number.

Yunhyeong:

Song is a known food lover and he has no problems with stepping into a new café to check it out. It’s a little past 5pm when he walks into your coffee shop.

Before he steps up to the cashier, Yunhyeong takes his time to admire how neat and simple it looks in the small shop. You have already noticed him by then and you check him out with no shame as he looks around, not taking notice of your intense stare.

He orders quick and quite confidently, knowing what he likes and what he wants. “Will that be all, beautiful?” All of Yunhyeong’s previous confidence falters at those words and he has to look behind himself just to check that he was the one the comment was meant for.

Stuttering out a yes after that, he sits down by an empty table trying to calm himself down and make his flushed state disappear. Yet he can’t keep his eyes off you, which you notice and winks at him in response.

When his order is called out, Song feels himself grow even more nervous and he can’t bring himself to meet your eyes as you hand him his drink. Probably for the best seeing as your number along with another pickup line is written on the napkin you hand him with his coffee.

Bobby:

Late nights and starting early for yet another long studio session aren’t the best combination, which brings Bobby to your workplace an early Monday morning. You’ve just opened and he’s the first customer to arrive.

His attire and still sleep-swollen face give away his condition, but he still looks good for being up so early.

Bobby only orders a big black coffee and you feel sorry for the handsome you’ve just met, tells him it’s on the house for being so handsome. At first, he looks extremely confused at your comment before his face morphs into a more awake and happy expression.

It’s cute how handsome and flustered he looks and manage to pull off, which you tell him causing more colour to grow in his cheeks. His coffee doesn’t take too long to make and he still stands by the cashier as you pour it into a cup, which gives you a perfect opportunity to flirt more with him.

When he leaves the café, it’s with a shy smile on his lips and your number saved on his phone.

[kpopmalereader]

friend ; koo junhoe, jung chanwoo

• summary: chanwoo and junhoe are both boyfriends, but they have a crush on their childhood friend who just came back from the army • pairing: koo junhoe x male!reader x jung chanwoo • word count: 1378 • to do

“I’m not going to be able to do dinner tonight,” Chanwoo hums and scrolls through his texts on his phone. “One of my friends from a few years ago is visiting and my mom really wants me to come.”

“Ah, I was going to tell you I have to be somewhere tonight too, my parents want me to go to some party.” Junhoe smiles and kisses Chanwoo’s cheek lightly. “You can treat me to breakfast tomorrow to make up for it.”

Chanwoo rolls his eyes and pushes Junhoe’s shoulders. “Your older, you should treat me.”

“Rock paper scissors.” Junhoe offers.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, I have to get dressed.” Chanwoo cups the back of Junhoe’s neck, kissing him slowly. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” Junhoe hums and watches Chanwoo walk away. “Don’t get too pretty for people besides me.”

Chanwoo shrugs. “I’m always pretty, I can’t exactly help it.”

*

Chanwoo knocks on the door of the house, straightening his shirt.

“Chanwoo!” Your mom smiles brightly and hugs him tightly. “I’m so glad you could come, your mom told me you were busy, I wasn’t sure if you would make it.”

“Is Y/N here yet?” Chanwoo smiles back at her and steps inside the house.

“Not yet, sweetie, he actually doesn’t know we’re all here.” Your mom pats Chanwoo’s shoulder. “He’s currently still in the airport.”

Chanwoo laughs softly and nods. “So, this is all a surprise for him?”

“Yes, he doesn’t know we’re doing any of this, but I knew I wanted to invite you and some of his other friends from when he was younger.”

Someone calls your mom’s name and she gestures to the rest of the party. “Talk to anyone else you want to until he gets here.”

Chanwoo nods and finds his mom, talking to a few other moms. They redirect him to some people he went to schools with and continue their conversations about what their kids are doing these days. He slowly ambles around the house, only speaking to other people if they talk to him first.

The door opens, and he glances at the door, furrowing his eyebrows. “Yeijin? What are you doing here?”

“Junhoe’s best friend is coming back from the army.” Yeijin answers and tilts his head. “Why are you here?”

“Junhoe is here too?” Chanwoo blinks once. “I didn’t know we were both friends with Y/N. I didn’t know Y/N knew Junhoe.”

“Well to be fair, I don’t think Junhoe knew about it either.” Yeijin looks around and shrugs. “ I guess you should ask them.”

Chanwoo nods and Yeijin steps away as the door opens again, Junhoe and his parents appearing in the doorway.

“Chanwoo?” Junhoe asks and grabs his hand, moving him to the side. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for Y/N.”

Junhoe points to himself. “I’m here for Y/N, too.”

“How do you know him?”

Junhoe shrugs. “We grew up together, we’ve been friends since like middle school. What about you?”

“I met him at an audition, we’ve been friends since then.”

They both look at each other for a second, neither of them mentioning anything else, even though they probably should.

“Okay, everyone, I’m going to turn the lights off.” Your mom calls, loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. “Y/N is pulling into the driveway now.”

Everyone stands up in their place and turns to the door as the lights turn off. The entire room is almost silent as keys jingle outside and the doorknob starts turning.

“Mom?” You call and flip the light on. “I’m- Oh my God,”

Everyone laughs and yells surprise as you drop your bag and step inside. Some people run up to hug you, with Chanwoo and Junhoe awkwardly standing to the side. They watch you get dragged around the room to hug and talk to everyone, some people complimenting you on your uniform. Yeijin walks up to them and glances at Junhoe before looking back at you.

“This is probably a weird question for you, Junhoe, given your old crush on Y/N, but doesn’t he look great in that uniform?” She asks and shakes her head. “He’s grown a lot too, the last few years did him well. He’s attractive.”

“Yeijin!” Junhoe hisses and glares at her. “Stop.”

She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “What? You told me you liked him when he first left, that’s been years now. You don’t still have a crush on him, do you?”

She shakes her head and walks towards you, wrapping one of her arms around your shoulders. You smile and bump your hip into hers, tilting your head to the side. You two talk for a second and you furrow your eyebrows after a minute, looking around. She shakes her head and gestures to Junhoe and Chanwoo, laughing at your confused expression.

Chanwoo glances up at Junhoe and holds his hand loosely, whispering. “You had a crush on Y/N?”

“It was a long time ago.” Junhoe shrugs and looks around.

“Are you lying to me?” Chanwoo hums and raises an eyebrow. “You’re not looking me in the eyes.”

“Well,” Junhoe holds Chanwoo’s hand tighter. “It’s kind of weird to talk about crushes with my boyfriend.”

Chanwoo nods and asks after a minute. “Do you still like him?”

Junhoe stays silent and looks forward, watching you.

“I like him too…” Chanwoo mumbles and looks down. “I thought I got over it, and I promise I love you, but I guess me seeing him is making me-”

“Are you ranting?” Junhoe asks and leans closer to him. “You never rant, you’re actually serious about this, aren’t you?”

“I don’t want to like hurt you or anything.” Chanwoo sighs.

Junhoe holds his hand tighter and kisses his cheek. “It’s okay, babe.”

Yeijin pushes you towards them and waves at you. You roll your eyes at her and walk over to Junhoe and Chanwoo, tilting your head.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” You gesture to their hands. “And dating? According to Yeijin.”

Both of them nod awkwardly, not looking at you or each other.

“It’s good to see you two though, I haven’t seen or talked to either of you since I left.” You rock up on your toes and tilt your head. “Yeijin was telling me a lot about you two-”

“Y/N!” Someone says and walks up behind him. “Hey, sorry I’m late.”

You shake your head and hug him tightly. “No, it’s okay, I’m glad you could make it.”

“Who are they?” He asks and raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, this is Chanwoo and Junhoe, they’re friends from a few years ago.” You gesture to them and blush lightly when they look at you. “Guys this is Junyeong, we serve together.”

Junyeong wraps one hand around your waist and holds his other out for a handshake. “Hello,”

Chanwoo reaches out and shakes his hand first, nodding to Junhoe to as well. Junhoe lets go of Chanwoo’s hand and reaches out slowly.

“Who is this?” Yeijin walks back and looks down at Junyeong’s arm around you.

“This is Junyeong.” You answer for him, blushing darker.

“What’s the difference between your two… things?” She gestures to the insignias on your uniforms and Junyeong smirks slightly. 

“I’m a Sergeant, he’s only a Private First Class.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “I’m almost a Specialist.”

“That’s still two ranks below me.” Junyeong bows at her and holds his hand out. “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

“Oh, really?” Yeijin smirks. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We were only talking for like two minutes!”

“That still should’ve been something you mentioned when I said ‘Oh, wow, you’ve grown so much and you’re so handsome, why don’t you have a ring on your finger?’”

Junyeong shrugs and looks down at you. “We haven’t quite gotten there just yet.”

“Have you talked to my mom yet?” You look up at him and raise an eyebrow, trying your hardest to send a silent message that this conversation has gotten awkward.

He tilts his head but nods anyway and bows again. “It was nice to meet you three.”

You wave to all of them and pull him away towards the kitchen.

“That…” Chanwoo shakes his head. “Junhoe?”

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

[danghyuk]

-ˋˏ iKON ˎˊ-

AU List:

♬ - MV AU

✓ - Non-Idol AU

✧ - Harry Potter AU

♂ - Omegaverse

☆» Headcanons 

iKON reacts to being flirted with by a male barista - part. i

iKON reacts to being flirted with by a male barista - part. ii

☆» Kim Hanbin - B.I

☆» Kim Jinhwan - Jay

☆» Song Yunhyeong

☆» Kim Jiwon - Bobby

☆» Kim Donghyuk - DK

☆» Koo Junhoe - June

☆» Jung Chanwoo