#korean university student ver.

[nak-s]

[honeyydrunk]

nct are such fraternity boy college athletes fuckboys coded it's insane !! everyone i see a video of those men with the homosexual tendencies, vaping addiction, and their athletic garments, it really only cements this theory. their disography and music videos add to this too 😔✋ u know 90's love, universe (let's play ball), alley oop, bad alive eng ver.

can imagine them walking around this elite prestigious campus all loud and obnoxious. they know everyone is looking at them and want to fuck them too. they're chronic drinkers, vapers, cheaters, fuckboys. what would get most students expelled, they do on a tuesday afternoon.

nct are mostly made up of foreigners right? watch them walk around the campus as rich international students, some are here on academic or athletic scholarships they don't need. everything they own is designer. playing the 'sorry my korean isn't so good, can you help me?' card, and what they want help with is you sucking their dick.

the korean members aren't any better. they're every single horrible stereotype you hear of korean hongdae fuckboys. will come up to you all sweet and pretty, but they're horrid.

cw for under the cut: they are toxic males

can literally imagine haechan vaping on the college campus, moaning in the back of the class obnoxiously, and pulling the thing where he jokingly asks for your number ALL THE TIME. going to college parties and getting wasted after 3 drinks idk 🤷 ,,, he'd be so whiny and teasing too. bc obviously he's a rude BITCH but he's so pretty and whiny and flirtatious. he's fucking everything in sight, absolute whore!! his body count is triple his age. he'd genuinely try to suck one of his friends' dick and claim it doesn't mean anything because he has clothes on !! 😔✋ he'd be stroking his dick while you're in the room, whimpering your name. the type to get on his knees and beg for any kind of attention from you..

mark lee starting off being a cute college boy canadian transfer but becomes the NOTORIOUS korean pastor's son fuckboy in like the span of 3 months. he'll act real nice, and that's because he is real nice. being super sweet and asking if you want to get coffee with him and study. and he's so good with his words you'll think that's all it is. but then of course, since he's so good with his words he'll have you blushing and giggling as he takes you back to his apartment and gets your clothes off. talking yapping so much you don't even realise what he has you doing, that you're just another girl he's pulled. he'll still be whispering when his face is in your pussy. telling you how easily you cum. "dang girl, wait a lil' can't you?" implying you're the whore,

YUTA yuta is the entire campus crush. the star football ⚽️ player and the rockstar vocalist in a band. has sex with all the groupies that come to his concerts. he's dragging people up on stage to shotgun them while the guitar break plays. absolute heartbreaker. would definitely kick the ball to your head so that when it hits you, he has to go over check if you're alright, take you up to the nurse and wait with you. he is such a liar, it genuinely hurts. lying all the time and making up words and stories left and right. but he smells like cherries and watery perfume !! he tastes like it too. you'll be coming to all his garage concerts just to see if you'll be the one he takes backstage to fuck after. he's like a god, half the time you don't even realise he's a student like the rest of you. he's just an angel sent to have fun and fuck or smth.

jaemin nah he's horrid. he'll cheat on you, and with his cute smile you'll forgive him instantly. 😔✋ he'll spend a little cash dress you in designer, make you cum until you faint, and tell you how beautiful and perfect you are for him. he will genuinely have you thinking those girls meant nothing to him, theyre just a way to vent his stress and you're the only one he loves. and then bro will say he can't stay the night, as he needs to wake up early for training. you agree, obviously. and he left for another girl's house to fuck her too. when you met him he smelled so sweet, and it was someone else's perfume. each of his girls swear they're his favourite of his, and one day he's planning fucking them all in the same room.

JOHNNY SUH? he would abuse the american transfer student status. he walks around without a shirt, soaking wet, and never get pulled up. he's rich too, got bands on his wrist and multiple cars. going on holidays overseas every chance he get and hosting parties every weekend. when you get drunk at one of them, almost falling off the balcony, someone will come up and help you to a chair. he'll take real good care of you, going above and beyond. so you can't let this guy leave when he's everything you've ever wanted. so you pull yourself onto him and ride him while the party rages on inside. make sure his dick feels so good he'll ask for your number. but you don't know that you're the fifth girl who's thrown herself at him that night.

taeyongie ^-^ he's the prettiest guy you've ever seen. bros too sweet and shy to be handing out with the rest of the neo WHORES. he's the leader of a lot of clubs but he mainly sits in cute little cafes. genuinely he seemed too adorable? to be considered the 'leader' of some horrific ahh fuckboys. until you check twitter and you see someone's reposted his MANY MULTIPLE HE HAS A LOT sex tapes. he's surrounded by ridiculously hot guys and girls, and they're passing him around like a joint, and he's begging to be humiliated. they're making him cum so much he crying. he's stronger than most of them but he's letting himself be thrown around like a doll. absolutely wrecked. looking in the camera with pretty black eyes and a slurred voice before someone shoves a cock back in this throat "am i pretty?" zhong chenle is the epitome of the chinese international student stereotype. he's almost never there, never takes off his sunglasses. he has several of those douyin type baddies trailing after him. "you have nice collarbones and pretty eyes, i like. what's your instagram?" he'll be talking with his friend renjun about what yacht he should buy during class. he can buy your affection simply because he's just that rich. will shove his black card down his pants and tell you there's only one way to get it. buys rolex watches so that he can have it on while he fingers you. dresses you in diamonds and he doesn't want to be paid back in cash. qian kun is there on an academic scholarship, but he doesn't need it. he's just that good, the school begs to have him attend. he's not a fuckboy in the conventional sense but he's just as nasty. he wants to have the perfect girl for him, to bring back to his family. he'll look for the most naive but academic girl he can. he's a manipulator. he's trying to mold you into what he wants. he'll replace your entire wardrobe with designer, but he picked out all the clothes. he'll plan cute dates for you every day, but it's to stop you from hanging out with your skanky friends. he'll buy you a new phone, but he's already added software tech to spy on you. in some essences, even though he's not a fuckboy, he's much worse than one.

jisung, like taeyong, looks so sweet. but he's NASTY. he'll seem too quiet to be hanging out with the rest of the dreamie WHORES. so you don't mind sitting next to him in your lecture. but he's just a mix of all of dream. he's good with his words like mark, and he'll have you agreeing to meet at his place EASY. he's too cute to refuse like haechan and jaemin. and then the renjun part hits, silent and sneaky, he'll be doing everything to make you think you're coming on to him. once he finally has you, he'll make a mess of you like a feral animal, the way you've heard jeno fucks. and you realise he's just like the rest of the dreamies, you shouldn't have thought otherwise. he might actually be worse than all of them.

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pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)

genre: dark academia college au. nonidol!hyunjin. enemies to lovers // academic rivals. angst. reader pov. smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. kindaa toxic relationship between hyunjin and reader since they're enemies in uni. ANGST!! reader comes from a poor background and hyunjin is the uni dean's prodigy son. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 10.6k (enjoy you filthy animals 😈)

summary: ever since you started studying at korean national university of arts in seoul, hwang hyunjin, the other top student of the school and the dean's son, has been an absolute thorn in your ass. although, it turns out that not all thorns are necessarily bad.

18+ warnings: dom!hyunjin x sub!reader. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends). fingering. dirty thoughts/fantasies are mentioned. degradation (whore, slut, bitch, etc). pet names (baby girl, sweetheart, doll face, etc). LOTS of hair pulling. BIG ownership/possession kink. breeding kink!!!. overstimulation. orgasm control. nipple/breast play. lots of dirty talk. subspace. loud sex. manhandling. humiliation kink. exhibitionism (fucking in a public library).

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  The moment you saw the dark, heavy clouds swirling low in the sky as you walked to your Survey of Humanities class, you knew that the day was going to be a shitty one. Already, you had woken up with a raging headache from the all-nighter you had pulled the day before to finish all of your homework for the following week. 

 Besides, it was a Monday too, and you fucking hated Mondays. 

 For one thing, the start of the new week always meant being bombarded with loads of assignments from the four classes you were taking. Being a junior with a Liberal Arts major was not as easy as everyone thought it was — and you constantly felt like you could never catch up on all of the homework. 

 With two formal art classes, one on charcoal drawings and the other on watercolor techniques, and then two upperclassman Humanities classes, your schedule was packed with studying time. Sometimes, it was hard to even eat during the day, since you were so busy with your schoolwork. 

 But there was no way around it, no excuses that could be made. 

 You either continued to stay at the top of your classes, as one of the best students in your grade for your graduation year, or you didn’t. 

 Your mother didn’t sacrifice everything she had for you to fail so horribly at university. 

 So you were okay with the stress and deadlines. Because you wanted to make both her and yourself proud. 

 And yeah, maybe you also wanted to prove to your classmates that you could do it. 

 You especially wanted to brag about your success to a certain man… 

 Hwang Hyunjin. 

 He was slated to graduate in your same year and was studying Technical Art. And holy shit— was he an insufferable ass. Unfortunately, since the two of you shared such close majors, you had found yourself in one too many classes with him during your time at the Korean National University of Arts in Seoul. It also didn’t help that he was coined as one of the #1 students in the entire school, and did everything in his power to make everyone aware of this fact. 

 Especially you. 

 If he earned just two points more than you on an exam in the same class that you were taking together, he’d nonchalantly wave the white paper in front of you after the exam period, taunting you with his sly tongue and that cruel grin of his. 

 Most of the time, you managed to ignore his wicked teasing, sticking to yourself and your small group of study buddies. But on the rare occasion that he did get under your skin, you’d snap irrevocably and usually land yourself in the Dean’s office. 

 But of course, Hyunjin was also there because — news flash — he was the son of the fucking Dean of the university. 

 Usually, the meetings after your blowups were casual and spoken in soft voices, with Dean Hwang recounting the school’s long integrity policy to you, which you had already memorized in the back of your head after your third visit to his office. The entire time the Dean reminded you of how your ‘behavior was uncalled for in the situation,’ Hyunjin would be standing in the corner of his father’s office, arms folded across his chest and canting his head to the side as he studied you with a pleased little devilish sneer on his face. 

 After every single one of the meetings, he’d always try to catch up to you outside of his father’s office. This usually landed in you cursing him out under your breath and telling him to fuck off before you retreated into the shadows of one of the many hallways. 

 And as it just so happened, your Survey of Humanities class also had a certain raven-haired man constantly sitting in the farthest seat from the front of the lecture hall. 

 It was almost comical how good-looking he was, coupled with his genius brain. Because as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was incredibly smart… in both the arts and all other forms of academics. He aced every single quiz and exam he was given, got 100s on every technical art research essay he wrote, and was involved in practically every club there was on campus. 

 The girls of your grade fawned all over him, and even the freshmen were weak to his looks whenever he’d pass them in the hallway. He looked right out of an early 2000s fashion magazine, with his model-like physic, long, shaggy black hair that perfectly framed his face and curled at the nape of his neck, not to mention the expensive designer clothes he was always seen in. 

 You had never seen him dress like the other guys of his same age — had never seen him clad in a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a worn oversized graphic tee. Instead, he rolled up to the curb of the university in his cherry red 2023 Rolls Royce, dressed to the nines in fitted coats, light-washed designer jeans, and crisp white button-downs. 

 Hwang Hyunjin had been the school’s ultimate heartthrob for as long as you could remember, and you had heard rumors of the kind of things he did with his lovers — taking his girlfriends out to expensive restaurants in the heart of the city, before bringing them back to his luxurious apartment and fucking them late into the night. Usually, you tended to ignore the dating and sex part of your arch nemeses' life, and instead just focused on beating him at his own game of academics. 

 And during that early Friday morning in the middle of October, as you strolled through the doors of the lecture hall and your eyes scanned over the students already seated, you caught sight of him.

 Dressed in a casual, brown turtleneck and dark-washed jeans, he looked like he had just walked straight out of an autumn edition of GQ Men. He was seated in his usual place, legs crossed and hands busy scribbling away notes on his iPad. As you floated beside him and towards your seat at the very back of the hall, you caught the scent of him — a mix of earthy musk and dark roasted coffee beans. 

 He didn’t pay you the time of day as you flitted past him and took out your notebooks once you were seated down. Thankfully, he seemed to be choosing the route of ignoring you for the day, much to your relief. 

 Soon, the professor strode into the lecture hall and began the class. For a while, he droned on about the midterm that all of the students had taken the week before, and how he was impressed with the class’ results. “Although, two students in particular outshined everyone else,” he began, his eyes scanning the lecture hall until they landed on Hyunjin seated just two rows before you. “Hyunjin, excellent work — it’s quite rare that I see a student score a 100 on the midterm,” then his focus was floating upward and landing on you. “Y/N, you’re short essay for the midterm was superb, and your choice of art analysis was a very unique one for sure.” 

 Just as the professor was focusing back on the rest of the course material, you could sense someone’s gaze trained on you. Staring forward, you caught a glimpse of him shooting you a snarky grin. You glared daggers into his skull, just wishing that he’d get shot in the foot and keel over in pain at that moment. 

 He always liked to gloat when he got a higher score than you on the tests, and you both knew that he had done better on the test overall — since the professor only mentioned his 100 and not yours. But apparently, your midterm essay was a hell of a lot better than his. 

 Sticking out your tongue at him playfully, you rolled your eyes before folding your arms across your chest and turning your attention back on the slides that the professor was ticking through. Hyunjin got under your skin so much he sometimes felt like a fucking disease — burrowed so deeply inside your veins, it was almost impossible to cut out the hatred. 

 “For this week’s assignment, you guys will be paired up into groups of two to create a joint presentation on the topic of ‘The Descent into Madness,’” As soon as you heard the professor mention splitting the class into groups, you felt your heart leap inside your chest. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be paired up with him. “Using your textbooks as a guideline, I want all of you to choose one specific piece of art from any period you want and conduct deep research into the mad aspects of it — dive into as much detail about the formal elements as you’d like, but make sure to follow the grading rubric and cite all academic sources. I’ve posted the list of paired groups on the bulletin board up here near the projector, so make sure to check it before you leave class today.” 

 You tuned out all other information the professor gave about the week’s assignment, too focused on seeing who you were paired with. As soon as he dismissed class, you were shooting up from your seat and hoisting your heavy tote bag across your shoulder. 

 Flitting down the stairway, you made it to the bulletin board before all of the other students did. They were idling around because no one gave two shits about who they were paired with. No one except for you. 

 “Please, please, please—” You prayed in a whispered tone under your breath as your eyes scanned the matched columns of students. When you came upon your name and saw who was next to it, it felt like the ground at your feet had opened right up and sucked you in entirely. “Fuck my life.” Heart dropping into the pit of your stomach, your palm squeezed a little tighter around the strap of your bag. 

 “Oh shit— looks like the professor decided to give you a fighting chance by pairing you up with the best student in the entire school.” You heard Hyunjin’s silky voice say from somewhere behind you. 

 Swinging around on your heels, you caught a glimpse of his sardonic, wide smirk, as his eyes scanned the look of sheer anger on your face. Giving a dry, humorless chuckle, he shoved his hands into his pockets and canted his head to the side in a quizzical kind of way. 

 “We’re only going to ace this project because of me— and let’s be clear here, I’m the better writer out of the two of us.” You said in a low voice, pointing an accusing finger at him in utter disgust. You could feel your brows pulling together from the rage that was building up inside of you. And all from the thought of being forced to work with him. 

 “Yeah, but I’m the better test taker.” 

 “Fuck you.” 

 Hyunjin chuckled wickedly, the tip of his blush pink tongue coming out and wetting a corner of his plush bottom lip. “Oh honey, I’m sure you wish you could.” 

 Already, you could tell that he was egging you on. Trying to get your goad so that you’d explode and be dragged to the Dean’s office. So that he could stare down at you with that same smug look on his face as his precious little daddy rattled off the university’s code of conduct. 

 Well fuck that bullshit. 

 Seeing too much red, you decided to excuse yourself from the equation before you said something horrible that got you sent into the Dean’s office again or even worse — kicked from the class. 

 “I’ll see you on Monday night at ten in the library,” you said in finality, squinting your eyes up at him and just wishing you could wring your hands around his perfect little neck. “Don’t be late.” 

 “I don’t take orders from you, sweetheart.” 

 “For now you sure fucking do.” 

 Then you were turning around and pushing out of the lecture hall, practically running down the corridor as fast as you could, heart pounding in your chest because… what the hell were you going to do? 

 That entire weekend leading up to the Monday night that you planned to spend with Hyunjin, you just about lost your mind over the worry of it all. Would he continue to be an asshole to you the entire time? Would he work well with you and compromise on things? How would everything go? 

 You were so stressed about the entire thing that you practically drove your roommate Felix insane with annoyance. Late Sunday morning, when you were making circles around your living room couch as you stressed about everything, he finally burst out in a loud outcry. 

  “Y/N! You seriously need to take a chill pill, you’re going to run holes right into the fucking carpet!” He said in an exasperated tone, muting the show that he was watching on the large flatscreen TV. 

 Peering up at him with wide, guilty eyes, you offered him a meek smile. “I’m sorry, Lix— it’s just… you know how much I hate Hyunjin and I—” 

 Felix rolled his eyes at you, completely fed up with your bullshit at that moment. “Yes, yes, I know. You’ve told me about a million times at this point. But like… don’t let it get to you, yeah? Just go out there and do your very best,” his eyes flitted back to the TV as he un-muted his show. “I mean… how bad could working with Hwang Hyunjin really be? Besides you, he’s one of the top students in the entire school.” 

 But he didn’t know Hyunjin like you did. 

 No one did. 

 They didn’t see the cruel side to him, the mean side. 

 They didn’t hear the words he’d mumble to you with venom after a big test or the taunting he’d throw your way if you one-upped him in some way. 

 Others didn’t see the dark looks he’d give you after classes or the way he’d practically talk behind your back each time you passed him in the hallway — whispering to his groupies and making all the guys chuckle heartily. 

 So yeah, working with him was a pretty fucking big deal. 

 Nonetheless, you took Felix’s advice and tried to relax as much as you could before the start of the new week. You studied the material that you wanted to research for the project, deciding to focus on Hamlet’s Ophelia for your analysis. 

 And if Hyunjin didn’t want to go with that character, well… too bad.

 By the time Monday night rolled around, you felt more prepared than ever before and stepped into the Library’s main doors with settled ease. The university’s library was your favorite place on campus and had been the location for many of your long night study sessions over your time in school. With its dark gothic architecture outside and its sweeping gables, it was a true sight to behold. Not to mention the cozy atmosphere of the interior — all of the cozy nooks and crannies of the place, filled with warm candlelight and large chandeliers and settees made everything feel so mysterious and relaxing. 

 You strode through the isles filled with books, noticing how it was almost empty of any other student. That’s why you liked coming to the place late at night because it was relatively devoid of life and incredibly quiet. And you liked the quiet — it made it easy for you to focus on your studies. Finally, you stumbled upon a spacious table tucked into the very corner of one part of the place on the upper floor, with a large bay window just in front of the wooden table. 

 With a glance outside the pane, you noticed how the darkening sky had opened up to reveal a sheet of heavy rain — it pelted down on the few students that were passing by the outside of the library on the sidewalk there, as they ran for cover. Methodically, you brought out your supplies — booting up your laptop and positioning your notebook and pens just so. 

 Checking your phone, the screen flashed that it was fifteen minutes past ten o’clock already. Was he not even planning on showing up? Was he going to completely bail on you and instead take you down by sabotaging the entire thing? 

As you sat down in one of the cushiony, velvet-lined chairs, your mind began to race with all of the possibilities of what Hyunjin might be stewing up to take you down. 

 Then, almost like your thoughts had summoned him, you heard footsteps at your back and turned to see Hyunjin rounding the corner of the tall bookshelves that were lined on either side of your chosen table. With one glance at him, you noticed the soaked-through fabric of his tan coat and the way his dark hair curled around the nape of his neck with moisture. He must’ve gotten caught in the rain and that’s why he was late. 

 “I thought you were going to bail on me entirely.” 

 Giving you a swarthy look, he plopped down into the seat just across from you and threw his heavy book bag atop the table. “Good evening to you as well.” He grumbled, slipping off his coat and showcasing the wetness hidden just underneath there. His light, cream-colored button-down was almost sheer from the rainwater… highlighting his muscular shoulder blades and the tips of his pecks. 

 “Didn’t you know it was supposed to rain heavily tonight?” 

 Not even paying you another glance, he focused on pulling out his supplies. “I’m not the fucking weatherman, I don’t regularly check up on shit like that.” 

 “Well, you should— maybe you wouldn’t ruin so many of your precious, rich boy clothes if you did.” 

 At that, his hands stopped moving and he stared up at you with slitted eyes. Giving your own choice of outfit a long once over, the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Well damn— are you jealous or something?” You weren’t particularly dressed up, opting for a comfortable pair of black sweatpants and a warm violet turtleneck top.

 “Let’s just focus on getting to work.” You shot back, hands typing away at your computer keyboard. “Did you figure out a piece you want to analyze?” 

 “Yeah, Hamlet’s Ophelia.” 

 His words were silky and smooth against your ears, but his answer is what got you shooting your gaze up to his again. Mouth dropping open a little bit in surprise, you cleared your throat from the sudden quietness between you. “Oh— uhm, I was thinking the same,” you began, opening up the Word document that you had already started working on that past weekend. “It would probably be a good idea to study Hamlet’s character too since he's the catalyst of her problems.” 

 “No, he isn’t. She already had them to begin with — he just heightened their outcome.” 

 You were so taken aback by his comment, that it took a few seconds for your brain to process everything. But when it finally clicked, you were gaping up at him in astonishment. “I’m sorry, what? You’re going to blame her for the fact that Hamlet was the sole cause of it all?” Your voice was steadily rising, as you began to get irritated by his suggestion. 

 Hyunjin shrugged nonchalantly, as he scribbled down a few things in his notebook. “I mean, yeah. She already had a history of mental disorders, her death was bound to happen anyway.” He matched your tone, words growing louder and ringing out across the small expanse of the library that the two of you were in. 

 “I seriously cannot believe you right now.” You began, shaking your head in anger as you tried to focus on your bright computer screen again. But his argument just rubbed you the wrong way entirely, and you found yourself speaking up again. “I didn’t realize how much of a fucking misogynist you were. But oh, wait— it’s perfectly clear now if the way you treat me is anything to go off of.”

 “I’m not a misogynist, Y/N.” The way his tone curled around the sound of your name did something funny to the depths of your soul. He had never called your name outright like that, never addressed you head-on. And it was both weird and oddly satisfying. “All I’m saying is that her descent into madness was pretty warranted since she was in an already heightened state of emotions.” 

 You gave him a deep glare, tilting your head to the side in annoyance. “Just say you hate women, it’s okay, Hyunjin. I won’t bug you about it.” 

 “Like hell, you won’t.” He mumbled under his breath, long fingers typing out something on his computer. 

 And that was enough to completely set you off. 

 There were no other students around, no professors to tell you off, and no Deans to harp on you about correct student conduct. 

 “Seriously, what the hell is your problem?! You’re so fucking annoying and a total piece of shit. I honestly have no idea how you’re at the top of the school when all you do is belittle others!” This time, you were shouting outright. Throwing him an ominous glare and shutting your computer with a resounding thud. 

 Hyunjin leaned back in his seat, lengthy arms folded across his chest as the rain pelted against the misty window just at his back. “Oh, and like you’re any better? You always love to shove your accomplishments in everyone else’s faces— you ever stop to think how that makes others feel?” He was yelling now too, stroking a hand through his long locks that were steadily dripping with tiny droplets of rainwater. 

 Shaking your head in disappointment, you took in a resounding deep breath. “I knew this was a bad idea. I knew you’d be an asshole the entire time and I knew we wouldn’t get any work done,” as you said the words, you were already gathering up your things, shoving them into your bag, and leveling him with a cold stare. “So let’s just forget it - this - okay? Just… work on it by yourself and then we can compile our info together the day of and—” 

 “Sit down, Y/N.” 

 The way his command slipped out from between his lips in a low, gravelly voice shook something loose deep within your very being. For a moment, you almost felt compelled to listen to him. Like under a mystical enchantment, your limbs wanted to move on their own accord and seat yourself down again. But the rational part of your brain overtook all other thoughts as you stood your ground and hovered just next to the table. 

 “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not your daddy— you don’t have the authority of the Dean.” 

 For the last few moments, he hadn’t been looking at you, eyes instead trained on his computer still. Almost like, the entire ordeal didn’t bother him that much. Like you were a minor inconvenience to him in the grand scheme of his rich, privileged life. 

 But all at once, he was tipping his head towards the high rafters of the library’s ceiling, stare catching with yours. The stormy look you saw there, dancing around in his brown irises, forced your heart to leap in the pit of your throat. 

 “Don’t make me say it again.” 

 “I’m never going to listen to you, so tough luck, fucker.”

 Taking in a deep breath, his entire body shuddering with the motion, he held your gaze and motioned with a tilt of his head to the seat in front of him that you had just gotten up from. “Sit. Down.” 

 And like a single crack suddenly appearing in a delicate vase, your mind was losing all conscious thought and you were moving without any other thought. His seething, low tone overtook your entire system, his focus on you sending a shock of shivers up the length of your spine again and again, unrelenting. 

 “What?” You asked, noticing the surprised expression on his face from the way that you had fucking listened to him once, seated in your chair again. “I was tired of hearing your stupid demands.” 

 Hyunjin flipped through a few pieces of paper in his notebook before he pushed it your way. “Give that a look over, it’s the notes I took on Ophelia over the weekend.” The idea of him studying for the project just like you had done forced your mind to run rampant with all kinds of thoughts. Like, was he also stressing out about the meeting like you had been doing?

 “I already told you— we’re not working together.” 

 “For Christ’s sake, just give it up!” Hyunjin exclaimed in a loud voice, throwing his hands up into the air in mock defeat. “You act like this is the deciding project of our grade— it’s a fucking weekly assignment. All we have to do is our best, which will be pretty damn good if we’re both working on it.” 

 “So then you admit that I’m a good student.” You raised an eyebrow his way, fingers slowly taking ahold of his notebook and playing with the edges of the paper.

 Taking in a deep sigh, he pointed at the notebook in front of you. “Just focus— okay? I want to get as much work done as possible tonight.” 

 “Fine, but don’t blame me if we get a bad grade because we rush it.” You said, finally raising the white flag of surrender and taking in the contents of his notebook. The notes were detailed and insanely good, highlighting certain formal aspects of Ophelia’s character and the overarching themes of her madness. “Wow— this is… really good.” You said in a quiet voice, almost hoping that he wouldn’t hear it. 

 Rummaging through your nearby bag, you pulled out a pink highlighter to take some notes, and your chosen lollipop for the night, mango flavored. You liked to reward yourself with a fun treat of candy whenever you did late-night studying sessions since the sugar kept your energy levels high and helped to keep you focused. Ever since you were a little girl, you seemed to concentrate better when your mind wasn’t entirely on the content you were studying. 

 “I mean, I’m not coined as one of the school’s top students for nothing,” Hyunjin remarked in a sarcastic tone. You chose to ignore his comment and instead focus on his neat handwriting and the way his words fit in perfectly to the columns of the notebook paper. 

 Everything about him was perfect — from his looks to his academic success to his damn handwriting. Hell, what wasn’t he good at? 

 For one thing, being a nice fucking person. 

 And he seemingly couldn’t grasp the idea of how not to be an asshole to people he didn’t like.

 Unfortunately, you were categorized in his list of people that he hated. 

 As you flipped to the next page in his notebook, your tongue swirled around the lollipop in your mouth. The sugary sweetness of the artificial mango flavor coated your tongue deliciously, and it awakened all of your senses in the best way possible. The minutes seemed to tick by, as you began to make notes based on Hyunjin’s research from his notebook, turning away from the paper and typing into the Word document that you had started for the project.

 Faintly, in the back of your mind, you could hear Hyunjin’s soft inhales and exhales, as he focused on his research. All else was quiet in the library, what with it being completely void of life on a Monday at eleven at night. You could distinctly pick out the sounds of rainfall pitter-pattering just outside the large window behind Hyunjin’s seat, as the night drew on in a heavy mist of dew and moisture. 

 “Why do you hate me so much?” 

 Hyunjin’s words were faint and broke you out of your daze of thought. You had been frantically writing down some of your critiques about Ophelia as a character, and your head shot up from your computer to catch a glimpse of him staring back at you. 

 You didn’t know how long he had been like that, sitting back in his chair, long, raven hair a wavy mess around his face and eyes a little bleary from a mixture of sheer exhaustion and that… darkness that you could never quite pinpoint. You had only ever seen him direct such swarthy looks at you, and that fact disheartened you a lot.

 “I think the real question you should be asking is what’s not to hate about you.” You deadpanned, giving him a deep frown as you poked your lollipop into the corner of one of your cheeks, tucking it away for the moment. 

 Folding his arms across his chest in that abrasive way that he always did around you, he tilted his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, spill the tea.” 

 Taking in a deep breath to stave off your rising nerves and irritation with the man before you, you carded a few fingers through your hair. “To start with, you’re a complete and total asshole.” 

 “I think we’ve already touched on this point by now.” 

 His retort left you to stare daggers into his eyes, wishing someone would just come up behind him and slit his throat because you sure did want to at that moment. But you also supposed that the Dean of the university wouldn’t take a liking to you murdering his son. 

 “Secondly, you’re always stuck up and hard-headed and annoying and… and immature.” 

 Hyunjin blew out a deep, long whisper. “Damn, spare my ego some, will ya?” 

 But you weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon. He had started the engine of the train, and now you were rolling down the tracks of sheer rising anger and all of the pent-up rage that you had felt towards him for the past three years. “And you’re right okay? I am fucking jealous. I’m so jealous of you that I can’t breathe sometimes— you haven’t had to work a day in your life for your position, yet I’ve had to scrape by on my hands and knees, clawing— begging at life to grant me just one fucking break.” You weren't even yelling. Instead, the words just come out hushed and all too grave. 

 Like, if anyone else but him heard them, you’d crumble into a pile of ash and disintegrate into thin air, never to be seen again. Because it was fucking embarrassing, to be so affected by him still, even after all of these years. 

 He stayed silent, watching as you flayed your hands around in the air in your exasperation. You were fed up with your life and the hold that he had over it. You were finally at your breaking point and you had had enough. 

 And you think that at that moment, he had also seen and acknowledged that, staying silent to let all of the words spew out of you like an erupting volcano that had been bound to blow from the very start. 

 “But you? You get everything handed to you on a pretty, silver platter because your daddy is wealthy and you're drop-dead gorgeous and practically have the brain of a neuroscientist. Meanwhile, I was raised by a poor single mother in the slums of Seoul and the only way I got into this university in the first place is because I busted my ass throughout middle and high school to earn the top student’s place,” you pointed a finger between the two of you. Almost like, the tip of it was sharp enough, you could cut right through him. Blade tearing through sinew and flesh and bones. “And then you dare to come around these parts, acting like you own everything, trying to put me in my place. When in reality, you’re the one that needs to be put in your place. Someone needs to knock you down a few pegs, and I’ve always thought… why not me?” 

 For a moment, nothing else happens after that. 

 And irrationally, you’re suddenly afraid of him. 

 Of what he might do — what he might say and to whom — with this newfound information about you. 

 Hardly anyone at school knew about your personal life and struggles. You tended to stay to yourself and instead focus on your studies instead of going out to late-night parties or hitting up the local clubs. And you were an extremely private person, to begin with. You saw no point in pouring out your life's sob story to people you would never see again after four years. 

 But all at once, you wondered if Hwang Hyunjin was a dangerous man. 

 If he was someone who would use your personal information against you. 

 And if the last three years were anything to go off of, you wouldn’t put it past him. 

 “Fuck— I shouldn’t have said all of that,” you grumbled, jamming your fingers into your eye sockets and scrubbing at your lids. “Just… forget all of this, yeah? Forget I said anything.” Then you were standing up from your seat for the second time that night, heart leaping in the pit of your chest as you once again gathered your things into your bag. “It’s late anyways. I should head home and keep studying for my other classes. We can meet up some other time for this, it’s not due til, what… Sunday? That gives us plenty of—”

 “Y/N.” Just like before, the sound of your name on his tongue caused you to pause entirely, limbs halting their movement of shoving your computer into your bag. “Just— shut up, yeah?” His voice came out softer than you expected it would, forcing a shiver down the length of your spine. 

 “Don’t call me that.” 

 “Don’t call you what?” 

 “Y/N.” 

 “Why, because it makes you feel things?” He asked in a gravelly voice. You were avoiding even looking at him at that moment, hands a little shaky as you anxiously started to suck on your lollipop again, rolling it around in the corner of your cheek. “What are you so afraid of?” 

 “You, okay?! It’s always been you!” Your outburst was a lot louder than you expected it to be, ringing across the space between you and echoing in the far distance of the library’s upper-level floor. 

 A beat of silence lapsed between the two of you, and you trained your gaze on a corner of the room, studying the small dust bunny that stood there, completely still and lifeless. In that moment, you could relate to it quite a bit. Lost and confused. Wanting to move away, but not being able to for some weird reason. 

 Hyunjin’s old wooden settee creaked in the silence, as he shifted in his position. “To be honest, I’m scared of you too.” And just like that, your head was snapping his way and your eyes were widening in surprise. “For one, I’m scared of that stupid thing.” With his dark eyes, he motioned towards your mouth. To the lollipop that you were dutifully sucking on, in and out, in and out. You stopped altogether when you realized why he had been so quiet during your studying session. He hadn’t been studying — he had been focusing on you, on the candy in your mouth. Feeling self-conscious about it, you took it out of your mouth and laid it down on the table. “And I’m scared of how you make me feel— crazed out of my mind, all of the time. Like a sick fucking plague, you inhabit my everything… from the moment I wake to the moment I ease, you’re all I can think about, all I can dream about. And I hate it so fucking much that it kills me a little bit more every single day.” 

 “Hyunjin, I—”

 His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull, head tipping back in delight as his lips parted just slightly. “Yes— fuck, say it again.” 

 “Say… what?” 

 “You know.” 

 Heart leaping wildly in your throat, and broken butterflies waning in the depths of your stomach, your mouth was moving on its own accord. “Hyunjin.” 

 Like a trigger being pulled back from a gun and flitting the weapon into action, the bullet was shot across the distance between the two of you. And the bullet was your words — you calling out his name. 

 In an instant, he was a flurry of motion before you. All designer clothes soaked from rainwater and long, wavy hair that still had droplets of water at the tips. He was a flash of milky skin hidden underneath a sheer, wet button-down. The faint, waning moonlight shining through the window pane cast an ominous, angelic-like halo around his tall, built frame. 

 And by the time you could breathe again, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Pinned up against the nearest tall bookshelf that reached up into the height of the library's ceiling. One strong hand pinning your two hands against the wood above your head, while the other was positioned just unearth your chin, holding your jaw bone and stroking the flesh there with a gentle thumb. 

 “Now tell me you feel nothing at all, tell me you fucking hate me with your entire being, that you’ll always hate me, and that you think I’m a deprived cunt who needs to be murdered ruthlessly in front of everyone I love.” His words were hushed, their meaning brutal. His face was so close to yours, that you could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke. Leaning into you, he drove his middle a little closer to the part of your legs. 

 Breath catching painfully between your windpipes and the lump in your throat, you stared up at him with blurry vision. Your attention was growing fuzzy at the edges, as you could do nothing more but hone in on… him. Subconsciously, you could feel the mango sweetness of your lollipop coating your tongue again and again as you swallowed. 

 “I—I hate you so fucking much, Hwang Hyunjin.” 

 He pressed into you a little further, breathing in your scent and closing his eyes as his head tipped close to one part of your neck. Mouth hovering over the shell of your ear, he whispered, “Say it again, sweetheart, with a little more passion this time.” 

 “I… I hate you so much, I can’t function with the thought of you existing in the same lifetime as me.” 

 You felt him moving against you then, hand moving away from your jaw and coming around one of your hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your black sweatpants. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, sweetheart…” He started, mouth hovering over that space just behind your ear, warm breath fanning against your exposed gooseflesh there. “I won’t hurt you— it was never my intention in the first place. It was… just a fun game to me, to toy around with you. But I never wanted to actually fucking hurt you.” 

 You could feel your mind and heart racing in tandem, going a mile a minute, as you took in all of his words. Because what, the actual fuck? What was he saying? And why was he saying it? And why did you feel yourself crumbling from it all, your resolve breaking down into dust and getting whisked away to the future of Neverland? 

 “I never meant to make you cry,” He said slowly, pulling away from your face just a tiny bit to gauge your reaction to his confession. You gaped up at him, completely speechless in your unadulterated wonder. “Sure, I wanted to make you cry— but not in the cruel kind of way… not in the way that most people would like to do.”

 His insinuation, his innuendo there, jumbled something around deep inside of your spirit. And you could practically feel your knees buckling underneath you from the reality of it all. From the fact that he was never truly set out to cause you permanent damage. And so far, he hadn’t. All he had done was make an ass out of himself and be a continual thorn in your side. But he wasn’t necessarily entirely cruel, and you never truly suspected that he’d do something catastrophically damaging. 

 “But all you have to do is tell me— tell me you never thought about me or dreamed about me or wondered about me, and I’ll be gone forever. You’ll never hear, or see me again. It’ll be like I never existed in the first place and I—”

 “I can’t fathom a life without you in it,” you suddenly blurted out, already feeling the hint of crimson blooming beneath your cheeks and at the tip of your nose. You peered up at him, staring into those depthless, chocolate-brown eyes, reading the dancing emotions there. “Sure, I might despise your guts at times, but… I also think you’re a pretty amazing guy. And… I have to admit that sometimes, I do think about you when I’m alone, at night, and laying in my bed.” 

 His hand clutched a little tighter at your hip then, his fingers intertwining with yours and continuing to hoist your arms up and above your head. “Oh yeah? What do you imagine when you think about me so late into the night?” He rasped out, the sound of his voice grating against your ears and sending flames to burst across the entirety of your veins. 

 “Your face, mostly— how your lips would feel and how you’d taste and what you’d sound like if—”

 After that, you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence. 

 He was honing in on you like a vulture to its prey, moving with such swiftness — like a phantom in the night, like a monster hidden underneath the bed, like a selkie in the depths of the ocean. 

 As it turns you, your dreams about him were accurate. 

 Because his plush lips did feel like pure heaven. 

 They pushed against yours, his mouth fitting atop yours like something that was carved into the universe — something that was almost meant to be. He was devouring you whole — heart and mind and soul and body. 

 And with each press of his silky lips, you fell down the hole of darkness and heat just a little bit more. Then the tip of his tongue was poking out and tracing the line of your mouth and you fell into him, fingers clawing at his that still had your arms held up high above your head, desperately searching for purchase as your legs threatened to give out underneath you. 

 When his tongue plowed into the small part between your lips, you let out a breathless moan. The kind that had been hidden deep, buried, and un-satiated for so fucking long. By the time he was tasting you, his hands had released your arms and you were scrambling for something to hold. Desperately, in your haste of arousal and temptation, you were clutching at the cool, wet fabric of his cream-colored button-down, holding on for dear life as his hands tightened around your waist and hoisted you up against the bookshelf further. 

 Your spine crammed into the wooden shelves there, as you wrapped your legs around his torso, yanking him closer with each passioned kiss that he gave you. Again and again, he drew those same, sinful sounds out of you. Just like all of the times before, he was playing a sick kind of game with you. But this time, it wasn’t all that bad. This time, you were quite enjoying yourself. 

 As your parted legs held his hips close to your frame, you could feel the hardness there, in the center of him. Just aching to be released. And suddenly, you came to terms with the fact that the wetness between your legs was rapidly growing with each kiss that he gave you. 

 He sucked on your lips like they were his lifeline — and you wondered, in that moment, how he’d treat the rest of you — how much attention he’d offer the rest of your body. 

 “J-Jin, I—” The shortened nickname slipped out between your lips when the two of you parted to catch your breaths. And when you noticed his swollen mouth, you were almost positive that yours looked just as bad, if not worse. 

 “What, baby doll?” He hummed, mouth moving away from yours entirely and coming close to the line of your jaw. You blushed wildly at the pet name, liking the way it sounded in his silky voice. He moved aside the thick fabric of your violet-colored knit turtleneck with his nose, lips attaching to the skin of your neck and suckling like a vampire drunken on the crimson of his lover. “What is it that you need right now?” 

 Your hands were scrambling for him, finding purchase in his dark roots and pulling just a tad bit there. The abuse to his scalp made him hiss out, warm breath painting across the heated flesh of the column of your neck brilliantly. “N—Need you t—to—” But your words were cut short by the way one of his hands was moving away from your waist, traveling under the hemline of your sweater, a long, nimble finger dancing across your belly button and rising to the center of your stomach. 

 “You need me, hmm?” He mused lowly, mouth having journeyed down to the skin closest to your clavicle, leaving violet-hued marks that would surely survive into the next few days. “Need me to fuck you, right? Need me to take you so irrevocably well right here and right now… can’t wait any longer, yeah?” As he spoke the words into existence, his naughty hand was already finding its way toward the lace of your bralette, skirting across its edges. Then, a single finger dipped underneath the elastic there, skirting up the length of your breast until it was resting against your pebbled nub. “Such a naughty little thing… who knew that the university’s prodigy just needed a good fucking, huh? That all she wanted was to get fucked open against the library bookshelves.” 

 You were gasping out in pure bliss, fingers digging in a little harder into his long wisps of hair as his hands began to explore your chest. Brushing, twisting, pulling. Then doing it all over again with the other mound. “Y—Yeah,” you managed to spit out, trembling underneath him, legs wounding tighter around his waist, bringing him ever closer. “Can you do that… fuck me? I need it so bad right now, I can’t handle it if you just leave me like this…” You were practically begging out the words, so desperate in your pleas that you were almost certain your groveling was boosting his already inflated ego. 

 “I only fuck good girls. Girls who don’t call me an asshole and don’t say they hate me.” 

 At that, your eyes were tearing open in a mix of surprise and despair. But the way that his hand didn’t stop touching your breasts, still playing with them, told you everything you needed to know at that moment. 

 You wiggled your hips slowly, grinding into the hardness between his dark-washed jeans. “Stop touching me then— stop kissing me and stop looking at me,” you began, taunting him with your movements and the way that you spoke in a velvety tone, all soft and delicate and innocent. When what the two of you were doing was anything but innocent. “But you can’t, right? Can’t get the thought of me out of your head— of what this pussy would feel like clenched around your cock, squeezing you for dear life as you fuck into me for the hundredth time in a single day—” 

 He was cutting off your words with his quick hands, shedding off your sweater and bralette in one go. Then he was bending down slowly, hands coming up to cup your chest. He stared up at you from his crouched position, watching the feelings rove across your face as he blew hot hair against one of your nipples. 

 “Just fucking shut up already bitch,” he said in a low grumble, as his hand came over your tit, mouth melding onto the warm skin there effortlessly. His other hand was busy playing with your neglected breast, squeezing there a little bit harder when his teeth grazed one of your nipples, tongue lapping at the bud. “You’re only to speak when spoken to, you understand me?” He asked, pulling away from your breast and making a crude, wet sucking noise as he did so.

 Glaring down at him through lust-filled eyes, you sneered his way. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, asshole.” Hands gripping onto his hair a little bit, you pushed his face closer to your chest as he began to work on your other breast, leaving a ring of wetness as he went. “And don’t call me bitch.”

 You could feel him smirk against your skin, his low chuckle vibrating against your gooseflesh and sending ripples of energy to course through your veins. “Mhm— why not? Your pussy sure seems to love the name.” He mused sadistically, completely unlatching from your breast, hands finding their way back at your hips. 

 “What are you even talk—”

 But he didn’t leave any more room for questions, one hand ripping away from your waist and covering your covered centre. “This, right here,” he said in a low whisper, fingers cupping your warmth there, and you could practically feel the essence dripping out of you, just behind your thin panties and sweatpants. “Bet you’ll get even more soaked when I call you it again.”

 “You know nothing about me.” The words came out garbled and wobbly, as he maneuvered your sweatpants down and off of your legs entirely. “Y—You don’t know my body.” 

 He threw you a sardonic kind of smile, leaning into the side of you, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he spoke in soft tones. “Yeah, but I’ve done a hell of a lot of observing over the years…” At his words, you could feel his hand nearing your middle again, and you involuntarily parted your legs in want. 

 When his fingers came in contact with the lace of your panties, you had to pull out your biggest bout of self-control to hold in the moan that wanted to escape from you. His movements were expert level, as he pushed the fabric off to the side, running a single finger up your lips, feeling for that small spot at the very top. Circling his thumb around there, his other fingers worked at your entrance, and before you knew it, he was pressing two long digits into you. 

 “F—Fuck—“ You groaned at the feeling of it all, falling into him and clawing at his shoulders that were still covered in that damp button-up shirt. “Hyunjin.” You were moaning out his name before you even realized it, hips jutting up slowly against his hand, your head getting thrown back as his fingers searched and found that warm, gooey spot deep inside of you. 

 “See? I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing,” he muttered, lips coming around the side of your neck and suckling violet marks into the skin there. “So be a good bitch and shut up for me, yeah? Take it like a good girl— like the good whore that I know you are.” 

 You couldn’t even protest against him using the name again, because, in all honesty, you did like it. It felt dirty and wrong but so very fucking right at the same time. It caused your walls to spasm against the three fingers he had stuck inside of you, as he pumped in and out with a rabid kind of pace. The sound of his movements forced shivers down the length of your spine, as his thumb pressed into your clit a little more. 

 “Y—You gotta fuck me now, Jin—” You mumbled, already reaching the edge of orgasm from the way that he was steadily working you up with his hand alone. Half of his fingers were buried deep inside of you and the others were desperately clutching at your hip bone to bring you closer to him. The sounds he was pulling from you, both wetness and moans of pleasure, were other-worldly. “N—Need to feel your cock inside of me, right fucking now.” 

 In your daze of lust, you found yourself clasping at the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing them and sliding his damp shirt off of his frame. What lay underneath was a chiseled chest — a muscular abdomen, biceps that rippled with each breath he took, and a dark trail that led towards his dick. You ran your fingers down the milky expanse of his chest, marveling at how soft and chiseled everything felt. 

 Sighing out quietly, you stared up at him with pleading eyes. “You’re so fucking hot… always knew you would be.” That made Hyunjin smirk with satisfaction, as he tipped into you for a breathless kiss. 

 While his lips captured your own, you could feel his hands working at your panties, sliding them off your legs and leaving you completely bare. Then you heard the clanking noise of a belt coming undone, as he unmistakably rid himself of his pants and boxers. 

 Then he was parting from your mouth, focus turned down to where the centers of your bodies met together. Your mouth fell open at the sight of… him. All seven-and-a-half inches, long shaft curving upward in arousal and precum leaking out of the pretty red tip. A single vein ran down the side, bulging from his unchecked want.

 “Need you to be nice and loud for me, yeah?” He growled in that low tone of his, as he guided himself near your entrance. “Let the entire school know who you belong to— scream my name, bitch, and tell everyone who fucking owns you.” 

 His words jumbled around inside of your mind, making you feel lightheaded as he slowly began to slide into you. You widened your legs a little bit for him, wrapping them around his waist as he quickly bottomed out. The stretch was only slight and left you hissing with relief when he was fit into you at the hilt.

 Without any warning, he was sliding out almost completely, before thrusting back in, hitting into you so roughly, that your spine jammed into the wooden bookshelf at your back. And just like that, he was setting a hellish pace. One that was sure to make you crumble before him — fall apart at the seams. 

 “Mhm— fuck!” You screamed out in a guttural voice, throwing your head back against the bookshelf desperately as his hips snapped against yours feverishly. You were gripping onto his shoulders so hard, running your nails down his back, that you were sure you’d leave red marks later. “Holy shit- feels so good!”

 One of Hyunjin’s hands traveled away from your waist, long, nimble fingers digging into your scalp, yanking at the hair there. “Louder, bitch— take it all like the filthy slut that you are.” He shouted, voice coming out raspy as he pounded into you roughly. 

 In the very back of your mind, you distinctly heard the pitter-patter of rainfall against the nearby windowpane mixing in with the sounds of the two of you  — skin slapping against skin and wetness squelching. It was straight out of a porno and made your head swim with so many dirty thoughts. Breath catching in the center of your throat, you found your lips opening up and releasing a blood-curdling cry of pleasure. 

 Your noises of ecstasy seemed to compel Hyunjin forward with drive, as he rutted into you in a manic kind of way, thumb tracing figure-eight symbols into your inflamed clit. Almost like, if he didn’t get it out of his system, he’d never be able to live afterward — wouldn’t be able to breathe or think or speak. The tip of him hit up into that warm spot inside of you, and you clenched a little harder around this throbbing cock every time he teased you right there. 

 “Fuck— I can’t… I’m gonna…” You groaned out loudly. Your eyes flittered into the back of your skull from the way that he pulled at your hair at the same time that he fucked up into you. 

 Hyunjin grunted out lowly, hips snapping against yours with each thrust. “J—Just a little farther, doll face…” From the way that his domineering tone was slipping away, you could tell that he was also creeping near the edge of release. 

 You could feel the slip and slide between your legs, your essence coating every surface of your inner thighs and making everything feel silky and smooth. The intensity of his movements slowed down somewhat, the frenzy of his rocking leveling out as he chased your guys’ highs. 

 “Yes… right there!” You mewled out breathlessly just as the tip of him hit so far into you, that entire galaxies were cast against the expanse of your closed eyes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire — the flush creeping down the column of your purple-marked neck and into the depths of your soul as he continued to circle your bundle of nerves. 

 Walls clenching around his cock that was buried deep inside of your warmth, you could feel the moment Hyunjin found that blissful space of his release. “I’m gonna come— fuck—” He rasped out, his voice on the quiet side as he lost all semblance of control. 

Hips stuttering against yours, he made to pull out of you completely. But you found yourself shaking your head, eyes shooting open, and giving him a serious frown. “N—No… want you to… come inside…” Your head was empty of all thoughts, as you could do nothing more but focus on the way that he felt so close to you - so far deep inside. 

 At that, Hyunjin was offering you a tiny, satisfied grin. Then he was seizing up inside of you, cock stretching against your walls as he met his high. It overtook his entire system, overruling all other obstacles and forcing his head backward in pure, orgasmic bliss. The prettiest sounds fell from his plump, crimson, kiss-swollen lips, as he let himself slip down the cliff with ease. 

 The feeling of his release painting your walls in warm whiteness caused your entire body to convulse with pleasure, as you finally found your high. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before… perfect and whole and so fucking hot. Bursts of rose and topaz and turquoise splashed across the inner workings of your mind, as your insides fluttered around Hyunjin’s cock that fit perfectly between your legs. 

 “Holy shit, that was…” You said breathlessly after you had begun to come down from your high. Cracking your eyes open you noticed the darkness still there in Hyunjin’s gaze, and the way that his eyes slit shut with want. The sound of the rain outside lulled your mind into a perfect state of peaceful limbo. “What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow his way in question. “What is it?” 

 He shrugged slowly, eyes coming away from your connected middles and locking with yours. “Nothing, just… I can’t fucking believe you just let me cum inside of you— with no protection.” 

 You could feel his cock softening inside of you, and finally, your legs stopped shaking around his waist. “Why? You don’t like the idea of that?” Beginning to pull away from him, you tried to yank as far away from his cock as you could. “If you didn’t like it, you should’ve—”

 Hyunjin’s mouth was coming onto you in the next beat, capturing your lips up into a heated kiss, stealing the labored breath right from your lungs and sucking on your puffy bottom lip. “Just shut the fuck up, alright. I fucking loved it… it was so hot— you’re so hot. Makes me wanna come in you every single day.” You could feel him move between your legs then, as he began to fuck his seed back into your aching walls. In the back of your mind, you could feel his hand lazily working at you, pushing a single digit back into your entrance between his cock, thrusting in the cum that was splattered across your thighs.  

 Groaning out softly at his words, you placed your hands on his bare chest and pushed a little bit so that you could get a look at his face again. It was filled with so much lust and want and adoration, the sight of it all almost overwhelmed you entirely. “Well, I suppose I could allow that…” Your voice trailed off, as you dragged a single finger up the center of his chest and towards the sharp line of his jaw. “If it’s with you— then yeah, you can fuck me raw every day.” 

 Hyunjin let out a low noise, which sounded like a mix between a moan and a cry for help. “But we can’t, baby doll— it wouldn’t be smart and I’d never want to put you in any kind of uncomfortable position.” 

 You found yourself shrugging off his concerns nonchalantly, as you drove your hips a little forward, meeting his shallow strokes. You loved the feeling there, of wetness and silky essence. “Yeah, but… the good thing is, at least we’d know who the father is.” 

 At that, he was flashing you a wicked smirk, pearly white glinting against puffy, red lips. His tiny smile was the last thing you saw before he was tipping into you and fitting his mouth around yours again. “Oh, you devilish little minx… I think I’ll keep you for a very long time.” 

 In the back of your mind, you could feel him moving against you, cock already stiffening again just from your words and insinuations alone. But at that moment, you weren’t too worried about what he planned to do with you for the rest of the night. Because right then, all you wanted to focus on was his face, and the way he let you ring your arms around his neck, pulling at the hair at his nape as he pressed kiss after impassioned kiss to your mouth. 

 It turns out that your roommate Felix had been right after all. In the end, working with Hwang Hyunjin hadn’t been that horrible. 

 It had been quite… nice. 

 Despite all of the bickering and shouting. 

 After a while, the rough bumps and edges of your rocky relationship seemed to mellow out between the tall bookshelves of the library. And before you knew it- he had you completely bending at his will — practically groveling at his feet for his love, attention, and care. 

 In the end, you supposed that that’s what you had always wanted from each other, and that’s why you had been so horrible to one another. If you couldn’t garner each other’s attention with regular conversations and friendship, the next best thing was to be rivals in your academics and throw insults at every opportunity you were offered. 

 But the thing about trying to hate Hwang Hyunjin — trying to hate such a smart, caring, passionate man — is that eventually, one’s willpower always breaks down, and they’re left in a pile of mess and limbs as they search out his affection. 

Fin.

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[broken-doe]

My thoughts on Meteor Garden 2018

First of all let me tell you that I did watch Japanese and Korean dramas and read quite a few parts of manga.

Overall I did enjoy it a lot.

*Loved*

First of all - that it was based more on manga than other versions. It had a lot of quotes from books (including my favorite ones). I also read that original author of book was really happy that they focused more on manga aspect. Also finally scene with foreign pianist that looked like manga.

Next are actors. I loved F4- they were perfect and also what more important they were young. Finally somebody who can be a student not mid 20s guys.

Sex. And Alcohol. Don’t get me wrong with this one. In manga there was a lot of sex talk and sex itself so I liked they actually mentioned it and it was natural, maybe the reason behind putting them into university not high school was for this. Either way, loved it. Same with alcohol, they are rich and living in a big city of course they party, we all do.

Shancai. Just her.

Last thing is that it was pretty long. They could focus more on different parts of drama and it was really interesting.

*hates*

I don’t like that they didn’t focus on F4 families. Beside Daoming Si we didn’t hear about any of them. Ximen’s family was mentioned but I wish they would focused more about it (like Korean ver did) after all he’s a womanizer because of his father. With Meizuo they ALWAYS forget about him. I didn’t mind Caina’s story but it was booooooring. He’s family was my favorite in manga because he’s mom was really young when she had him and he liked much older women always and they skipped it. Lastly with boys Lei - I never liked this character in any version but here I am confused if I like him or not. They skipped whole part that Jing is his stepsister also that his parents died. Which for me changed him a lot.

Family was one thing and another is business. Nobody mentioned what their parents do for living. They didn’t mentioned that they are super mega rich and that was something important. After all one of the plots manga author wanted was to show that money can’t buy happiness.

I hated Xiayou’s wig. It was awful and I couldn’t look at her.

*other notes”

I missed my boys over flowers a lot and I think that it was a good drama. I like that they made Xiaoyou and Ximen ended up together (not like in manga). But as in Korean ver it was my favorite part, here it was only one of the stories.

I hoped that they would show Meizuo as main character but apart from his story with Caina they forgot about him (AGAIN!).

I am going to miss that and also I’m probably to old for that but well.... whatever.

It’s 2am now and I start work at 8am so wish me good luck.

[aerigom]

About Me (Mobile Ver)

Personal Information

My name is Allycia (pronounced like Alisha/Alicia even though it looks like it should be pronounced differently... thanks dad!)

Sagittarius (Nov. 27)

‘94 line

white

she/her pronouns

From the US (MST timezone)

Studied abroad in South Korea from Aug 2018 - July 2019

Full time university student (currently a junior. Asian studies major, linguistics minor), graduating this year

Blog Information

previous urls: allyciabugaboo

aerigom is a reference to what Jongin called his fans at his bear day party in 2017 (aeri or eri is a nickname for exo-ls from Baekhyun, gom/곰 is Korean for ‘bear’ since fans often compare Jongin to a bear)

I_See_You.mp3 is a reference to Jongin’s solo ��I See You’

tags (mobile version)

monthly kpop playlist masterlist

current queue: i_see_queue.mp3

K-Pop

Ultimate bias groups: EXO, f(x)

other bias groups/artists: SHINee/Taemin, Red Velvet, LOONA, CLC, Taeyeon

If there is anything else I’ve forgotten to include or anything else you would like to know, please send me an ask/message 💕💕💕

[rhirhim]

I was tagged by @supportholland ! Thank you my lovely!!

How tall are you?

5′5 or 165cm

What colour are your eyes?

Blue

do you wear contacts and/or glasses?

I have glasses! I’m a tad short sited so I only need to wear them in lectures and at the cinema and things, and i dont have contacts

Do you wear braces?

Nope, i was the only person in my friend group at high school without them! ive never had a problem with my teeth (lets hope it stays that way)

What is your fashion style?

umm i dont really have one?? i like to wear jumpers and baggy shirts and things, and ive recently gotten into wearing turtlenecks all the time. on my bottom half i usually wear black jeans or leggings, but i mostly prefer to just wear sweatpants if im not going anywhere important, overall id say my style is couch potato dghsja

When were you born?

7th of August

How old are you?

19! 

Do you have any siblings?

I have an older sister and a younger brother, i’m the middle child welp

What school/ college do you go to?

I go to UEA in England and I study history, before that I went to an academy in the midlands

What kind of student are you?

um i am the QUEEN of procrastination, I literally do everything last minute, it’s really bad and there have been so many close calls it’s unreal djkshfkjdl. But somehow i never do that badly?? like i dont get full marks or anything but i still do pretty well so theres that I guess?? also if its a topic or argument i’m really passionate about I’ll research the HELL out of it but more often than not im too tired or bored to focus and just get distracted by smth else.... this year i’m working on not doing that lol

What are your favorite subjects?

at high school i loved history and drama the most, but i also enjoyed english and maths cause all my friends were in the same classes I was in so it was a good laugh, i also enjoyed p.e for the same reason but sport is my enemy so overall it just sucked lol

What are your favorite movies?

I love loads of movies but I’d say my favourite is probably Big Fish

What are your favorite pastimes?

sleeping, eating, writing, watching stuff on netflix, baking, singing, i dno lots of things. Mainly sleeping tho

Do you have any regrets?

taking such a long break from writing....... motivation come back please!!!

What is your dream job?

working in a museum or archive, or a stay at home mum

Would you like to get married?

one day, not now tho

Do you want kids? How many?

yes, and at least two

How many countries have you visited?

Scotland, France, Germany, Spain, Poland, Belgium, Switzerland, the Netherlands, America

What was your scariest dream?

I had a dream where Chanyeol died and I genuinely thought it was real :(( when i woke up i had to check all over the internet to find out if it was true or not, honestly the worst experience of my life i stg

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other?

Nope

Put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping the first 15 songs:

BTS - A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone

EXO - Call Me Baby

EXO - Forever

SHINee - FEEL GOOD

EXO - Good Night

Zhoumi - Rewind (Korean Ver.)

Seventeen - Mansae

Lady Gaga - Hair

Lana Del Rey - Million Dollar Man

EXO - Cloud 9

BTS - War of Hormone

Paloalto (ft. Dean & Sway D) - Fancy

Counting Crows - Accidentally in Love

EXO - Universe

Chen, Heize & Vibe - Lil’ Something

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[alyssumaimatia]

tagged by @lunasea

aka the only person who is going to read this but u know what i’m in class and nothings happening rn so

how tall are you? 5′3″

what colour are your eyes? dark brown but tbh i think they got lighter as i got older bc they used to be so dark that kids would tell me my eyes were black

do you wear contacts and/or glasses? yes. glasses bc contacts are uncomfortable and i feel like i look weird without glasses

do you wear braces? nope, never did

what is your fashion style? jeans and a hoodie that looks like i took it from my brother (which theres like a 30% chance i did)

when were you born? august 31 1999

how old are you? eighteen

do you have any siblings? a little brother who everything thinks is older bc hes tall

what school/college do you go to? a university wow

what kind of student are you? almost never pays attention in class but gets stressed at the idea of skipping also tries rly hard and get good grades

what are your favourite subjects? computer science? i guess

what are your favourite movies? howl’s moving castle, kiki’s delivery service (probably, must watch again), the greatest showman (i want to rewatcH IT), tangled  (basically family movies w music wow i’m so original)

what are your favourite pastimes? reading, being amazed by girl groups. trying to get into watching more movies and shows bc i am an uncultured human being. thinking about taking aesthetic photos but not taking any. 

do you have any regrets? how obnoxious and snotty i was in jr high, not trying harder as a kid to learn chinese bc dang thats such a struggle now

what is your dream job? ..... idk

would you like to get married? eventually yes but if i don’t it probably isnt rly a big deal

do you want kids? how many? same with the above - yes. so if i get married then yeah probably 2.

how many countries have you visited? seven. more if you count just passing through but that’s lame to count.

what was your scariest dream? it sounds stupid but i get dreams (it’s actually a feeling but it happens most often in dreams) occasionally where everything is just a lot?? (that doesnt make sense its hard to explain) and i feel like how i would imagine claustrophobia would feel like

do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other? hahhahA no

put your playlist on shuffle without skipping the first 15 songs:

love me love me - winner

east of eden - zella day (i forgot i had this song oh my god)

this is love - sj

spinebreaker - bts (in gr11 i listened to this on loop for like 2 weeks)

stay with me - chanyeol & punch

art of noise -  moments in love / cool in love (dj ticool remix)

she’s dreaming - exo (korean ver)

miracles in december - exo (the orchestra ver)

answer - park jimin

fantasy - fei

way back home - akmu

kiss the girl - the little mermaid (broadway ver)

red flavor - red velvet

secret - taeyeon

pretty girl - f(x)

i was conflicted w this bc i’m in the process of moving my music so all of the music i’ve gotten within the last few months aren’t with the majority of my music also on the off chance someone reads this pls recommend music

[ao3feed-klance]

Every Colour You See

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xKi8XU

by superLemonPie

Lance siempre ha querido ser un artista. Pero después de un accidente de autos, queda con un extraño desorden llamado monocromía; haciéndole imposible ver los colores. Keith es un huérfano rebelde con memoria fotográfica y una pasión por el dibujo, haciendo lugares seguros en su arte, armado con fotografías de su mente. Ambos se vuelven compañeros de cuarto gracias a una coincidencia, viviendo juntos hasta que el propietario eventualmente los eche a patadas. Después de pasar tiempo juntos, Lance comienza a notar un poco de color en su vida... en más de una manera.

Words: 3127, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Colourblid Lance, Alternate Universe - Art School, Roommates, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Car Accidents, Accidental Bonding, Korean Keith (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), art students, Head Injury, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Color Blindness, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Getting to Know Each Other, Prosthesis, Memes, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Night Terrors, LOLcats - Freeform, Art, Panic Attacks, Hugs, So Very Many Hugs, Crying, I Made Myself Cry, San Francisco, abuse mention, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Angst, Mutual Pining, fixing friendships, Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xKi8XU

[yooahinfeed]

Here is another most eventful month of June! Yoo Ah In has been on a roll with the insta posts in June 😀 Therefore, we divide the June News Bits post into two parts, just like the May News Bits. Here’s Part 1 from June 1 to 18~

[Note: Most of the information in the “News Bits” posts are already shared/posted in our Facebook and Twitter, so we advice you readers to follow both of our SNS accounts for the exclusive and freshly updates. We have posted some information/his SNS inside our past articles/posts too]  

June 1 – Yoo Ah In quoted Oscar Wilde in Korean, a line from the play “Lady Windermere’s Fan”:

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

Oscar Wilde

A post shared by 유아인/Ah-in Yoo (@hongsick) on May 31, 2017 at 12:17pm PDT

His caption only reads: Oscar Wilde

  The same quote was posted in CCRT Aeropace instagram at the same time (we presume it was Yoo Ah In himself who posted it in this account too), but this time he wrote the caption in full English~

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the star.-Oscar Wilde #CCRTAerospace

A post shared by CCRT: AEROSPACE (@ccrtaerospace) on May 31, 2017 at 12:25pm PDT

His caption says:

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the star.-Oscar Wilde #CCRTAerospace

  Here’s an excellent explanation for the quote within the context of the play by Shelley Chen from Quora:

The quote comes from Lady Windermere’s Fan, a play Oscar Wilde wrote early on in his career. It takes on a quite a different meaning from the other answers when you look at it in context.

The speaker is Lord Darlington, variously described by other characters as “thoroughly depraved”, “trivial”, and “a charming, wicked creature”. He confessed his love to Lady Windermere, a married woman, on the terrace of a ballroom.

Now, Lady Windermere is no ordinary pretty little thing. She has a reputation for an unflinchingly moral outlook on life, in an age where life is looked up as a speculation. When she rejects him, Lord Darlington is heartbroken and angry and anguished and he leaves on the ending violin trills of the waltz. Thus the ball ends. The carriages are called. Cloaks are draped around the shoulders of lady guests.

The men decide to go for the Victorian version of an after-party, taking several stops through various gentlemen’s clubs, until they call on Lord Darlington and demand a game of cards. During the card game, the conversation turns to good women and bad men, a recurrent theme in Wilde’s works.

Dumby: I don’t think we are bad. I think we are all good, except Tuppy.

Lord Darlington. No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

To me, the quote is inexorably colored by the conversation and Darlington’s rejected love. It draws up irresistible imagery and symbolism from juxtaposition of “gutter” and “stars”. It reflects not only what Darlington thinks of the distance between himself and Lady Windermere, but also how unreachable and untouchable Lady Windermere is to his mind. The chasm between them is as wide as that between heaven and mud. They move in different worlds (or atmospheres if you want to be technical).

The metaphor reveals the ideals that she represent to him. Think of the connotations of “stars”. Pristine, divine, unattainable, constant, beautiful, poetic. The North Star is known as unmoving and unchanged (just see how Shakespeare used it!). The Southern Cross guides sailors and aviators. Consider the wistfulness of that image, of someone lying in the gutter, but gazing up at the bright star in heaven.

It’s an extremely poetic expression, it never fails to give me the shivers in a performance. And I think we can all relate to it at some level. Haven’t all of us longed, hungered, ached, or dreamt for something we believed to be out of reach? In Lord Darlington’s case, he not only believes “the star” is out of his reach, but that he isunworthy of her.

Praveen Khumar Singh from Quora gave another simpler and more general explanation:

“I think it means that while all humanity, whether rich or poor, health or sick, is struggling and fighting their own daily battles and feels so low that it is so miserable as being in a gutter, there are some who have the will and determination to have lofty ambitions and a desire to fulfill them. Their current circumstances don’t hold them back from dreaming, from thinking high and persevering to change the world (their world and eventually other’s). Perhaps it also hints at the fact that most of them would continue to be in the gutter, because of their consciousness of their state, while the ones who are conscious of looking ahead and high would continually move ahead in life and might eventually move out of their gutter.”

  June 2 – Yoo Ah In posted Studio Concrete’s Series 1TO10 Version 2 teaser video (read more about 1TO10 Series Version 2 “Masterpiece” here)

#series1to10 ver.2 @StudioConcrete 1️⃣2️⃣3️⃣4️⃣5️⃣6️⃣7️⃣8️⃣9️⃣🔟

A post shared by 유아인/Ah-in Yoo (@hongsick) on Jun 2, 2017 at 4:21am PDT

His caption says:

#series1to10 ver.2 @StudioConcrete 1️⃣2️⃣3️⃣4️⃣5️⃣6️⃣7️⃣8️⃣9️⃣🔟

  June 4 – Yoo Ah In posted a photo of Chicago Typewriter‘s crew and expressed his appreciation to the crews before bidding his farewell to the drama

A Real Hero. #남의집귀한아들 #빠잉 #시카고타자기

A post shared by 유아인/Ah-in Yoo (@hongsick) on Jun 4, 2017 at 12:59am PDT

In the caption he says:

A Real Hero. #someone’s precious son #bye #ChicagoTypewriter

Aww, so nice of him~^^

  June 6 – Yoo Ah In posted a screencapture from Youtube. It’s a performance from an indie band Yeonamdong Dumb & Dumber. Watch the full video here. Yeonnamdong Dumb & Dumber is a Korean modern folk band that is well-known for humorous and funny performance. 

위대한 형아들 #연남동덤앤더머 #나를음해하는세력이있어 👁

A post shared by 유아인/Ah-in Yoo (@hongsick) on Jun 6, 2017 at 3:38am PDT

His caption reads:

Great hyungs/big brothers #yeonnamdong dumb and dumber #I have a conniving power  👁

Note: “I Have A Conniving Power” is one of their single from “Good Boy” album.

  June 7 – Yoo Ah In posted a Korean flag drawing made with crayons. He didn’t add any caption.

A post shared by 유아인/Ah-in Yoo (@hongsick) on Jun 6, 2017 at 10:06pm PDT

  June 7 – Chicago Typewriter cameraman posted his photo posing together with Yoo Ah In from the filming set. In the photo, Yoo Ah In smiles so cutely while looking at the camera 🙂

The cameraman wrote his praise to Yoo Ah In:

He will be an actor with a high degree of freedom! Actor Yoo will be a fierce actor whom people used to be biased against. As the work progressed, I felt like he’s really smart and professional! Actor Yoo acted well while caring for his feelings and even his angles! I hope that we will work together again in a good movie! #ChicagoTypewriter #Sejoo #Hwiyoung #ActorYoo #YooAhIn #UhmHongSik-ssi #justsaying

Aww thank you, Mr. Cameraman!

  June 8 – Yang Jin Sung: “Watching Yoo Ah In acting is like watching a movie”

On the June 8th interview with the Star, actress Yang Jin Sung shared her experience acting with Im Soo Jung and Yoo Ah In.

Yang Jin Sung plays Bang Ji, a woman who can see ghost in tvN series Chicago Typewriter. In the interview, she said that Im Soo Jung welcomed and treated her warmly like an older sister from the first time they met. She praised Im Soo Jung for her natural acting and her own class.

To the question asking about her impression on Yoo Ah In, she answered, “There were not many scenes with Yoo Ah In, so I had not much opportunity to act with him. Before I joined the drama, I thought he was an actor with rough image, as if he was wrapped in a veil (he was a mysterious actor). But (after we met on the set) he said hello nicely to everyone with his style.”

She added, “Watching Yoo Ah In acting is just like watching a movie”. That’s right, girl!

  June 10 – Yoo Ah In narrates KBS “June Story” documentary program

KBS and the Democratic Hwaseong Memorial Foundation produced a documentary titled “June Story” through a story contest. Yoo Ah In took the microphone and became the narrator of the documentary. KBS Special Documentary ‘June Story’ was broadcast on KBS 1TV on June 10th. Here he was recording his narration in the studio~

Apparently, June is Korea’s historical month as they commemorate “The June Struggle for Democracy”.

In 1987, the democratization movement for overthrowing the military dictatorship which had lasted for almost 30 years and for achieving democracy to the country was conducted incessantly from every walk of life for one year.

The grand struggle for democracy in June 1987 was sparked by the mass protest on the occasion of the death under torture of Seoul University student Park Jong Cheol, who had been taken to the Namyeongdong detached office of the National Police Headquarters on January 14, and developed into a grand June struggle for democratization for sending the military dictatorship and winning a constitutional amendment for direct presidential election system.

The grand June struggle for democracy had been staged for 19 straight days with a total of more than 4 to 5 million people in general taking part in 34 cities and 4 counties across the country. And the number of struggles by workers was more than 3,000 and it was disclosed that over ten million people all told had participated.

Doesn’t this remind you of the Gwanghwamun Candlelight Rallies that he participated last year? It’s an honor for Yoo Ah In to be chosen by the foundation as the narrator of this program!

Watch the “June Story” teaser with Yoo Ah In’s narration here~

  June 14 – Yoo Ah In screencapped another music video from Youtube. This time from a hip hop/rapper Genius Nochang with the song “Ching Chang Chong”. Watch the video here.

건강스윀 #천재노창

A post shared by 유아인/Ah-in Yoo (@hongsick) on Jun 13, 2017 at 8:58am PDT

He wrote the caption:

Healthy swag #geniusnochang

“Healthy swag” is taken from Ching Chang Chong’s lyrics: “I drank an Acai berry smoothie. Healthy swag”. If you want to know the full meaning of this song, find the English lyrics here 

  June 14 – A staff from Sesa Living posted a throwback photo of Yoo Ah In and other staff from the advertisement shooting (actual shooting was December 2015). He looks handsome 🙂

Her caption says: 

Ah In-ssi, hello👋 (she wrote in a cute way) It was a year and half ago ☺️ #sesaliving ex model #yooahin #uhmhongsik #advertising shoot 

  June 14 – Still in the same day, apparently Yoo Ah In was whipping a Thai watermelon juice (ddangmopan) for his friends 😀

His friend wrote the caption:

Hongsick’s Ddangmopan 🍉 It’s delicious

Such a sweet and generous Sik! The handwriting on the paper cup is too cute~^^

  June 16 – Studio Concrete’s co-founder posted a video of Takku the dog with Yoo Ah

In 😀

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We can recognize instantly his skinny legs and favorite sandals lately. He wore the sandals when the Chinese fans brought their support snack trucks to Chicago Typewriter location (see the photos here). Her caption reads:

Even though you want to get close (to him), you can’t get close #Takku #secret crush/one sided love

I guess she wrote this caption because Takku is trying to have Yoo Ah In’s attention but he’s chattering away and not being mindful of her cute attempts 🤣 I guess Takku likes uncle Ah In the most because she doesn’t see him often like the rest of the Concrete crew

  June 18 – Another throwback photo with Yoo Ah In was posted by a supporting actress from “Like For Likes” 2016 movie behind-the-scene. Supah cute and hawt!

  June 18 – In the same day, Yoo Ah In commented the owner of the gym place where he exercises regularly (DC fans pointed that Yoo Ah In exercises regularly as a physical therapy to heal his bone fracture too). The man seems very close with Yoo Ah In and his friends. He, his wife and kids were always invited to Studio Concrete events. He posted “Dancer” documentary clip in his instagram. It looks like Yoo Ah In has recommended this documentary film to him.

Yoo Ah In’s comment under the video, “So you have seen it! ㅎㅎ” , to which he answered, “Yes. ^^”

  “Dancer” is a documentary of the world’s renown dancer Sergei Polunin. At the age of 19 Sergei Polunin became the dance world’s brightest star. He was appointed principal dancer at the Royal Ballet. Then two years later he stunned everyone when he abruptly walked away from the prestigious role. At 25, at the peak of his powers, he announced he was to quite dance to become an actor. He claimed his talent had become a burden. “Dancer” looks into the extraordinary world of the ballet’s bad boy, often touted as “The James Dean of The Ballet World”. Read more about him and the “Dancer” here.

Check out “Dancer” trailer~

Yoo Ah In has such a refined taste fosho! ^^

  June 18 – Still in the same day, he dropped his comment on Vogue editor-in-chief’s post too~

We don’t know who the athlete in the video is, we can’t guess the type of sports either (hockey?). All we know is that he seems like a big deal, since the date was important and listed by the editor under the video. Yoo Ah In seems to stan this athlete, because his comment was: “my number 1”.

Interesting to note: this athlete was wearing a shirt that reads “Team Serious” on it, just like the shirt that Yoo Ah In wore in his latest “selfie” insta post ^^ 

  That’s all for part 1. June News Bits Part 2 will be rolling soon, so stay around!

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Yoo Ah In News Bits June 1-18: Oscar Wilde, Sergei Polunin, More Chicago Typewriter & Throwback Photos Here is another most eventful month of June! Yoo Ah In has been on a roll with the insta posts in June 😀 Therefore, we divide the June News Bits post into two parts, just like the May News Bits.

[5naihana]

D-day

(roll down for English ver)

Hei vaan perhe ja ystävät sekä tutut ja tuntemattomat, jotka tänne blogiini eksyvät. Epätietoisille vielä: olen tosiaan taas menossa Etelä-Koreaan vaihtoon. Opiskelen Korea Universityssä heinäkuuhun 2018 asti. Paluulipun päivää ei ole vielä päätetty, mutta vakuutus loppuu 19.7, joten oletettavasti hieman ennen sitä raahaan itseni taas takaisin Suomeen. Pyyntöjä tuli niin monta, että tuntui sitten ihan velvollisuudelta perustaa blogi taas kerran. Plus näin vältyn myös miljoonilta “mitä kuuluu?” -viesteiltä. Ei sillä etteikö olisi kiva, että kaverit kyselee, mutta Koreassa on kuitenkin eri kaveripiirit ja yhteydenpitovälineet, enkä viitsisi kaikkea aikaani kuluttaa Suomeen päin viestimällä. Sori. Viimeviikolla loppui työt ja tänään sitten lähdetään taas. Jännittää, mutta ei kauhistuta niin kuin ekalla kerralla vaihtoon lähtiessä 2013. Nyt tuntuu, että tunnen Seoulia ihan hyvin ja puhunkin koreaa reippaasti enemmän kuin ekalla kerralla, joten tää on tällaista kivaa innostusta ja jännitystä. Haluan vaan äkkiä takaisin, tapaamaan koreantuttuja ja syömään korealaista ruokaa ja tietysti puhumaan koreaa. Matkalaukutkin pakkasin lähes valmiiksi jo kuukausi sitten.

Tällä kerralla asun kansainvälisessä solukämpässä, jossa tulee ilmeisesti olemaan jopa 8(!) muuta minun lisäkseni. Oma huoneeni on 4hlö huone (ja yksi vessa!), joten siinäkin tulee varmaan olemaan totuttelemista. Onneksi ainakin yksi huonekaveri on korealainen, joten pääsee sitten puhumaan koreaa myös kotona. Eniten tällä hetkellä ehkä jänskättää opiskelut Koreassa, koska kyseessä on paikallinen yksityinen huippuyliopisto, eli n. 5% parhain arvosanoin lukiosta valmistuneista hakijoista pääsee sisään… ja sitten siellä olen minä, suomalainen muumi. Kuulemani mukaan taso ei kuitenkaan ole mikään päätä huimaava, eikä minun tarvitse edes saada arvosanoja kursseista, joten ei paineita! Kunhan pääsisi kaiken edes kunnialla läpi… Kurssivalinnat sain tehtyä jo elokuun alussa, ensimmäisellä lukukaudella on luvassa mm. etiikkaa, Korean historiaa ja kulttuuria sekä kiinalaista filosofiaa ja politiikkajuttuja. Lisäksi aion ottaa korean kielen kurssin kunhan pääsen paikan päälle ja tasotesteihin.

Nyt täytyisi vaan selvitä lennosta ja sitten pääsenkin jo raahaamaan matkalaukkuja Seoulin metrossa. En malta odottaa.

And same briefly in English:

Hello, I’m Oona and I am going to be an exchange student in Korea University for one year. I’m moving to Korea today, yay! I made this blog mainly for my friends and family in Finland, but since I’m planning to post a lot of pics and small entries I thought I would write this also in English for my int’l readers!

I have been an exchange student in Korea when I was in high school (in 2013) so it’s not a new country to me. I can speak korean quite fluently (I did TOPIK in spring 2016 and got level 3) and I’m really really happy and excited to go back there again! And I love korean food.

This time I’m going to live in a share house in Seoul with 8 other people, mostly international students. But I’ve also got some korean roommates (and that means I can practise my korean at home too!)

In Finland I study Environmental Science, but I’m going to study politics and philosophy related stuff during my exchange in KU. I’ll also register to some korean language course but for that I need to take a test or something when I go there.

Bye for now, next time I’ll write from Korea!

[gwangjuhope]

i was tagged by @taeonie​ thanks ♥

how tall are you? 168 cm what color and style is your hair? short hair, like a bit longer than my chin, kinda like a bob. and the color.. i’d say blondish-brownish-grayish? idk what color are your eyes? grey/blue do you wear glasses or contacts? no do you wear braces? no what is your fashion style? as comfy and simple as possible. i usually wear plain sweatshirts, hoodies and t-shirts, preferably black or grey, maybe dark red. and usually black mom-jeans when were you born? december 6th, 95 how old are you? 21 do you have any siblings? yes, an older brother, 7 years of age diffirence what school/college do you go to? plekhanov russian university of economics   what kind of student are you? i get mostly A’s, i have only 8 B’s in 4 years. but i’m also lazy af, and only do what’s necessary and procrastinate a lot, ending up writing long papers one day before submitting them what are your favorite subjects? maths and english what are your favorite shows? oh man. my all time fave k-drama is “Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo”. among variety shows i really like “Ask Us Anything”, “2 days 1 night”, “Weekly Idol”, “Lipstick Prince” (i wish someone would translate it), “Running man”, “Real man”. and from western tv shows.. wow, there is too many tbh. but my all-time faves are “Friends”, “Firefly”, “The Good Wife”, “Parks and recreation”, “Grey’s anatomy” what are your favorite movies? "Snowpiercer”, “Dead poets society” what are your favorite books? The name of the wind by Patrick Rothfuss, and The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry what are your favorite past times? listening to music, walking around the neighbourgood listening to music, walking in parks, spening time with @taeonie​, reading books and fics, playing AC, watching tv shows and varitety shows do you have any regrets? rn - that i haven’t started writing my graduation thesis earlier what is your dream job? idk really? just something that makes me happy. i haven’t figured that out yet. but for now i kinda like audit, so.. i guess i’ll stick with that for now. would you like to get married? where? nah. don’t see a point in it do you want kids? how many? maybe? idk. do you like shopping? only if i go to my one favourite shop. otherwise - no how many countries have you visited? one. turkey what was your scariest dream? the one where i saw my mom being killed do you have any enemies? nah do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? i wish, but nah

put your phone on shuffle. without skipping post the first 15 songs that play

(honestly, it turned out this random, i didn’t make up anything)

1. Z.TAO (黄子韬) – The Road  || added this when i was on a c-pop spree, love this song

2. iKON – 취향저격(MY TYPE)  

3. EXO – XOXO (Kisses & Hugs) (Korean Ver.) 

4. 빅스 (VIXX) – 사슬 (Chained Up)  

5. BEAST – '12시 30분 (12:30)' || kings 

6. EXO – One and Only (Chinese Ver.)

7. 매드타운 (MADTOWN) – Yolo || ok the yolo thing is embarassing, but Madtown are hella talented, pls listen to them if u see this!! (”OMGT” and “Emptiness” are really good and very different songs with really good mvs) u’ll be surprised at how good they actually are!!

8. 틴탑 (Teen Top) – Rocking

9.  BOBBY – Raise your guard & Bounce || ayyyy, love bobby’s voice

10. PVRIS - Holy

11. Infinite - Come Back Again

12. Glee cast - American Boy || from the old times of being a glee fan and a klaine shipper. still a good song though

13. CNBlue - Puzzle || ah yeah! everything CNBlue releases is such a bop

14. 타블로 (Tablo) – Tomorrow (feat. Taeyang) || haven’t listened to this song is centuries. still love it though

15.  Y틴 (몬스타엑스 X 우주소녀) – Do Better

I tag @kpopandchillx, @devilynz, @iwhatevz, @1hosoek (only if U wanna do this. if not, i’m sorry) ♥

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Every Colour You See

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by superLemonPie

Lance siempre ha querido ser un artista. Pero después de un accidente de autos, queda con un extraño desorden llamado monocromía; haciéndole imposible ver los colores. Keith es un huérfano rebelde con memoria fotográfica y una pasión por el dibujo, haciendo lugares seguros en su arte, armado con fotografías de su mente. Ambos se vuelven compañeros de cuarto gracias a una coincidencia, viviendo juntos hasta que el propietario eventualmente los eche a patadas. Después de pasar tiempo juntos, Lance comienza a notar un poco de color en su vida... en más de una manera.

Words: 3127, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Colourblid Lance, Alternate Universe - Art School, Roommates, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Car Accidents, Accidental Bonding, Korean Keith (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), art students, Head Injury, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Color Blindness, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Getting to Know Each Other, Prosthesis, Memes, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Night Terrors, LOLcats - Freeform, Art, Panic Attacks, Hugs, So Very Many Hugs, Crying, I Made Myself Cry, San Francisco, abuse mention, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Angst, Mutual Pining, fixing friendships, Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt

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