#sanghyuk imagines

[lxvsiick]

TOO SWEET | LEE RIWOO X READER

PAIRING: donut lover! lee riwoo x clueless! fem! reader

SUMMARY: After stealing the last donut from him, Riwoo declares Y/n as his enemy -- in which Y/n is clueless to the rivalry between her and Riwoo after stealing the last donut from the bakery.

GENRE: one-sided rivalry, enemies to lovers?, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 1.9k

A/N: a riwoo imagine/story! im so sorry it took awhile for me to write a riwoo story! i had many ideas for him but didn't know how to execute it ,, i also just go back from an nct dream concert so i am a little tired ,, anyways, enjoy!

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The smell of fresh pastries hit Riwoo as he and his friends piled into the bakery. His eyes immediately locked onto the display case, and there it was—the last glazed donut, shining like a beacon of happiness in an otherwise dreary morning.

“I’ve been dreaming about this donut for days,” he announced dramatically, pushing his friends aside with an excited grin. “Today’s the day.”

Just as he approached the counter, the worker sighed and picked up the microphone, voice crackling through the bakery's speakers. “Attention customers, we are now officially out of donuts. Thank you!”

His heart stopped. “What? No donuts?” he said, disbelief and shock mixing in his tone. Riwoo leaned over the counter, craning his neck to see who had snatched it. There, sitting by the window, casually taking a bite of his donut, was none other than her—the girl from three of his classes.

Y/n.

His eyes narrowed as she wiped some sugar off her cheek, oblivious to his presence.

“No way,” he muttered, stepping back from the counter. “It was her.”

His friends exchanged confused looks. “Who?” Jaehyun asked.

“That girl,” he said, pointing dramatically in her direction. “She’s in three of my classes... and she just took the last donut.”

There was a long pause as his friends stared between him and the girl, slowly processing what just happened.

“She’s my enemy now.”

Woonhak snorted. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” Riwoo said, crossing his arms. “She has declared war.”

As if on cue, Y/n glanced up from her seat, caught his gaze, and smiled sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos she had just unleashed in his world.

His friends burst into laughter. "Dude, I think you're overreacting."

“Nope. This is personal,” he said with a deadpan expression, eyes still fixed on her as if they were in the middle of a silent showdown.

"Your donut obsession's gonna get you killed one day," Sungho joked, slapping his back.

"Only if she gets to me first," he said, turning away with mock intensity.

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The lecture hall buzzed with the usual pre-class chatter as Riwoo slouched in his seat, scrolling through his phone. Sungho sat beside him, lazily flipping through the notes from last week’s lecture, not really paying attention.

“Dude, I don’t get why we have to be here so early,” Sungho grumbled, tossing the notebook onto the desk.

“Because,” Riwoo replied, still focused on his screen, “if I have to suffer, so do you.”

Just then, the door to the lecture hall swung open, and a group of students entered, chatting and finding their seats. Riwoo didn’t pay much attention until he saw her—Y/n—walking in with her friend, laughing at something they were talking about.

His heart skipped for a brief second, and before he knew it, his eyes were glued to her.

She passed by his row, locking eyes with him for the briefest moment. She smiled���a sweet, innocent smile that lit up her face. She gave a small wave, like she hadn’t taken the last donut at the bakery just a couple of days ago.

He stared back, frozen in place. “Oh, she’s good,” he muttered under his breath.

As soon as she and her friend walked past, finding seats a few rows ahead, he turned to Sungho, face set in a serious expression.

“Did you see that?” he whispered, voice low as if he was about to reveal a grand conspiracy.

Sungho raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Y/n before turning back to him. “See what?”

“That smile,” Riwoo hissed. “She smiled at me. Like nothing happened. Like she didn’t steal my donut right from under my nose.”

Sungho blinked in confusion. “Uh...okay? What’s the big deal?”

He leaned in closer, his tone darkening dramatically. “She’s my enemy, man. Don’t you get it? That was a taunt. She’s mocking me.”

“Dude, she smiled at you. It’s a smile, not a declaration of war.”

“No, no, no. That’s exactly what she wants you to think,” he said, shaking his head. “That smile was strategic. It was planned. She’s trying to mess with me.”

Sungho snorted, holding back laughter. “So, let me get this straight: you think she’s secretly plotting against you because of... a donut?”

“Exactly,” he said, pointing a finger like he’d just cracked the code to some great mystery. “It’s psychological warfare. She’s playing the long game.”

Sungho leaned back in his chair, giving him a look that was part disbelief, part amusement. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I’m telling you, she’s my nemesis now,” he said with finality, crossing his arms.

Sungho shook his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re gonna have to get over that donut someday, man.”

“Never,” Riwoo replied, glancing once more at Y/n sitting a few rows ahead. “This isn’t about the donut anymore. It’s about principle.”

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Riwoo slouched in his seat, staring at the clock as it ticked closer to the start of class. Without his friends in this lecture, the room felt emptier, and he wasn’t sure whether that was a blessing or a curse. He glanced around, vaguely recognizing some faces but not caring enough to acknowledge anyone.

His eyes drifted to the door as more students shuffled in—and then, of course, she walked in. Y/n, his sworn enemy, the girl who took the last donut and smiled at him as if she hadn't committed a crime against humanity. She sat a couple of rows ahead of him, chatting with someone else, completely unaware of the silent feud raging in his mind.

He sighed, burying his head in his hands. “I can’t escape her,” he muttered under his breath.

The professor cleared his throat at the front of the room, silencing the chatter. “Alright, everyone. Today, we’re starting the partner project I mentioned last week. I’ll be assigning the pairs. No, you don’t get to choose.”

Riwoo groaned internally. “Great,” he thought sarcastically. “Just what I need. Some random classmate to drag me down.”

The professor began rattling off names, pairing students up row by row. Riwoo wasn’t really listening until he heard—

“Lee Sanghyuk and... Jung Y/n.”

His heart stopped. Her? He blinked in disbelief, sitting up straight in his chair. “No way,” he whispered to himself, cursing under his breath. Out of all the people in this class, he had to be partnered with her? The universe was mocking him.

“Of course,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Of course, it’s her.”

As if on cue, Y/n turned around in her seat, flashing him that sweet, innocent smile again. She waved lightly. “Sanghyuk! Looks like we’re partners!” she said brightly, as if this were the best news she’d heard all day.

He forced a tight smile, trying to mask the turmoil swirling inside him. “Y-yeah,” he said, his voice strained. “Lucky me.”

She hopped out of her seat and moved to sit beside him, dropping her bag on the desk with a friendly grin. “I’m so glad! I was really hoping I’d get someone I know. This project’s gonna be so much fun!”

Riwoo blinked at her enthusiasm. Fun? The word echoed in his mind like some kind of cruel joke. How could she be so cheerful when she was his nemesis? She had no idea what kind of rivalry she’d unknowingly sparked.

He shot a quick glance around the room, hoping no one else noticed the sheer irony of this situation. Meanwhile, she was already pulling out her notebook, flipping to a fresh page with a determined look on her face. “So, I was thinking we could divide the work evenly. I’ll handle the research part, if you’re cool with the writing. Or we could switch if that’s better for you.”

Riwoo blinked, thrown off by her kindness. “Uh... yeah, sure. Whatever works,” he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Y/n beamed at him. “Great! We make a good team already, huh?”

His jaw clenched slightly. A good team? Was she serious? Didn’t she realize she had stolen his donut, smiled at him like nothing happened, and now, the universe was forcing them to work together? This was some next-level psychological warfare.

She glanced at him, noticing his quietness. “Are you okay? You seem... tense.”

“Tense?” he repeated, trying to laugh it off. “No, no. I’m fine.” Inside, though, he was still cursing his luck. How could she be so oblivious?

“Awesome! I’ll message you tonight with some ideas so we can start brainstorming,” she said, already scribbling down some notes. “I’m really looking forward to this!”

He stared at her, utterly baffled. How could someone be this sweet? And why did it feel like it made the whole situation worse?

“Yeah... me too,” he mumbled, forcing a smile. But inside, all he could think was, This is going to be a nightmare.

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Riwoo pushed open the door to the bakery, the familiar scent of fresh pastries filling the air. His eyes instinctively scanned the room for her, the girl who had unknowingly become the source of his donut-related anguish.

There she was—sitting at a table near the window, already settled in. She was leaning over her notebook, scribbling something down, but as he approached, she looked up and met his gaze with that same sweet smile. The one that used to make his blood boil.

“Hey, Sanghyuk!” Y/n greeted, her voice cheerful as she waved him over. “I went ahead and got us some desserts. I hope that’s okay.”

Riwoo raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the table. There, in front of her, was a plate with an assortment of donuts. Glazed, powdered, chocolate—every kind imaginable. His heart sank, and then leapt, all at once.

“I didn’t know what flavors you liked,” she continued with an innocent shrug, “so I just got a bunch. I figured we could share. I love donuts. They’re one of my favorites.”

His brain short-circuited for a moment. Did she just say donuts are her favorite?

“You... you like donuts?” he asked, cautiously sitting down across from her, eyes still fixated on the pile of pastries.

She giggled lightly. “Yeah, they’re my absolute favorite. I probably eat way too many of them, but I can’t help it. They’re so good, right?”

Riwoo blinked, stunned. This couldn’t be real. The girl who had taken the last donut in front of him—his enemy, his nemesis—also loved donuts? The very thing that had sparked his irrational rivalry?

“Uh... yeah, they’re my favorite too,” he admitted, leaning back in his chair as his mind reeled. “I didn’t know.”

She beamed, looking genuinely pleased. “Really? That’s awesome! We’ve got something in common then. Maybe we should work at bakeries instead of focusing on this project,” she joked, popping a small piece of donut into her mouth.

Riwoo couldn’t help but stare at her, dumbfounded. This was the same girl he’d been holding a grudge against for days—over a donut, no less—and now, here she was, sharing donuts with him, unknowingly erasing the rivalry he’d built in his head.

His initial instinct was to remain defensive, but as he watched her happily munch on the pastries, a strange realization crept in. She wasn’t his enemy. In fact, she might actually be... nice. Maybe even too nice.

“She’s not that bad,” he muttered under his breath, leaning forward to grab a donut from the plate. His one-sided rivalry suddenly seemed ridiculous. Maybe he could put it on hold, at least for now.

“What was that?” Y/n asked, looking up from her notebook.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, offering a half-smile as he took a bite of his donut. “Just thinking... maybe we make a good team after all.”

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[sunsetriwoo]

a few cups of coffee later... here's a small idea i had for my yachtboys!bnd series... it's a wip ig.... (all the readers are fem!readers atm... might change)

bonedo are brothers so all 6 will be yachtboys together (#ot6)... when i think yachtboys i think of them throwing parties on their yacht(s)? for their friends and other people they decide to invite

share your opinions/feedback with me!! i don't bite click more to see what i wrote <3

friendly ✶ yachtboy!sungho x aloof visual arts student!reader

when yachtboy!sungho first comes across the aloof visual arts student occupying one of the studios, it felt like love at first sight. even though he's one of the friendliest people on campus, she pays him no mind. but sungho wasn't going to give up yet... he happens to know her best friend.

bashful ✶ yachtboy!riwoo x the school's social butterfly!reader

when yachtboy!riwoo's at their yacht parties, he's usually sitting aside, watching his friends have fun while he soaks in the overall energy. he takes life as it comes, and lives it however possible. until he laid eyes upon their campus' social butterfly, the one girl everyone simply adores.

confident ✶ yachtboy!jaehyun x serious council president!reader

when yachtboy!jaehyun gets challenged, he never backs down. this time, his friends were betting on if 'mr confident' could crack their student president's façade, and have her falling for him. but little does he know... her own friends have all placed their own little bets for this show.

witty ✶ yachtboy!taesan x sunshine fashion design student!reader

when yachtboy!taesan isn't with the group, he's either in his room making music or looping mcr albums as he walks down the hallways, trying not to draw attention. but when he was walking and bumped into a fashion design student, he realises that she's everything he wanted and more.

charismatic ✶ yachtboy!leehan x oblivious lyrical arts student!reader

when yachtboy!leehan walks down the halls, all eyes are on him. with his charming personality, he never fails to catch their attention. but when he walks by the sunshine lyrical arts student, he was instantly drawn to her. but there's one small issue, she treats everyone the same way.

sweet ✶ yachtboy!woonhak x shy architecture student!reader

when yachtboy!woonhak is called popular, he doesn't really mind it much. but the downside of being popular, is that shyer people tend to avoid him, even though he's one of the nicest guys on campus. but despite that, he simply won't give up on that one architecture student.

[4ranghaes]

day 8 ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ creating traditions!

lee riwoo x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

23:02 - “what’s wrong?”

you glanced up at your boyfriend, humming. he was stood by the chest of drawers, pulling an old t-shirt over his bare torso.

riwoo laughed, running his hands through his hair, “what?!”

you shook your head, laughing at his insistence.

“you look so sad though, my darling,” he pouted, climbing on the bed and crawling over your body. he tapped on your arm, over-dramatic pout on his lips, “what’s wrong? hmm? what’s wrong?”

you laughed, “it’s nothing, sanghyuk-ie, really. it’s just…” riwoo tilted his head to the side, listening intently. “we decorated for christmas today! and it seems so sad in here.”

he laughed as you rolled your eyes, knowing your words were stupid. you picked at the pillow sheepishly.

“i just– we’re stuck in the one room with no christmas decorations.”

riwoo smiled, stroking your cheek gently, “you’re so cute.”

he got up off the bed, leaning over and gathering his pillows and stuffed animals in his arms. he looked to you, “come on then.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, chuckling, “hmm?”

“let’s go sleep in the living room,” he shrugged, “it’s decorated for christmas. there’s a perfectly good sofa.”

you broke out in a grin, “really?!”

riwoo nodded, a small smile on his face as he looked at your growing excitement. you jumped up, grabbing your pillow and the duvet off the bed. riwoo was giggling, leading the way to the living room. he moved around, flicking on the lights to the tree and the other various string lights you had around the house.

“how’s this?” he asked, turning to you with his arms spread in an invitation.

you giggled, walking up to him and smoothing your hands over his chest, kissing against his lips, “you’re such a genius.”

riwoo giggled, “i know, i know.”

getting comfy on the sofa, riwoo checked all the curtains and lights, picking up the remote for the tv before coming and laying down with you, pulling you into his arms.

“you wanna watch a movie?” he murmured, kissing your forehead as his arm pulled you closer to him.

you slung your leg over his hips, placing your hand on his chest as you looked up at him, nodding, “that sounds perfect.”

he smiled, looking down to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. he looked up, beginning to flick through the tv as you settled into his chest. he put on home alone, wrapping his arms around you.

“happy?” he asked, kissing your head.

you smiled, kissing his chest as you didn’t take your eyes off the film, “very.”

the movie continued playing as your breathing got heavier, relaxing into your boyfriend’s arms for the night. you looked up at him, tracing his face for a moment.

“hey,” you spoke, gaining riwoo’s attention as he looked at you with a small smile, “can we do this every year? maybe on the night we put the decorations up we… sleep in the living room?”

he chuckled, brushing your lips with a kiss gently, “sounds perfect, sweet. i love it.”

[blue-jisungs]

a night to remember

[ song inspo ! ] a night to remember by laufey, beabadoobee

[ author’s note ! ] ive been waiting for AGES to write something borderline psychological/lucid dream-y so HERE YALL GO tbh im proud of this one & u got to see how my brain works on a daily basis (chaos :3)

[ req ! ] yes, here by @slytherinshua <3 hope u like it since i knda went off track teehee

[ summary ! ] riwoo isnt sure which reality is real. or, is there even one sigle reality - are you his? or are you his dream?

[ extras ! ] can be read as both non idol / idol riwoo; ansgty if u look at it, kind of an open ending. its kind of like a puzzle but i dont wanna spoil it - and also, do let me know ur theories hehe<3

[ word count ! ] 1702

[ net ! ] @onedoornet

sanghyeok entered the cafe, headphones playing his recent favorite music. he sat down at his usual spot, in the corner of the room. that way he always had a view for the whole place.

his routine was always the same: order, busy himself until you come in. you either talk or ignore him and then… right. then what? then sanghyeok kind of blacks out, he can never remember how he got home so late.

therefore, he’s stirring his vanilla latte and counting the navy colored sprinkles on his donut. it clearly wasn’t fresh – and naturally, bought from a store. he abhorred this cafe. the sweets were usually old and hard as a rock and their coffee was bitter, too watery for his liking. actually, he hated coffee.

but yet, somehow, he was always here.

he was always here ordering this awful food and horrendous coffee (hell, even their lemonade tastes like water from washing machine after cleaning it with lemon soap). waiting for you. just to look at him. to chat with him.

to kiss him.

“hyeok!”

his eyes shot up and met yours, scrunched in a smile. he straightened his back and waved at you, signaling you to sit down.

but you came up to him and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek. due to your close proximity he took a deep breath to enjoy your scent. you always smelled like fresh laundry, almost like his pillows and duvets.

“how are you?” you hummed sweetly, voice far more sugary than the donut he ordered. sitting in front of him, you didn’t wait for his answer.

sanghyeok just nodded with a grin, heart easing. you came, after all. your melodic voice started gradually transitioning into an unpleasant ringing in his ears.

riwoo opened his eyes, body jolting forward. he fell asleep.

shaking his head, he blinked away the remains of sleep. reattaching the hand from his chin that he used to prop himself, he felt sore. staying too long in the same position again, he looked around.

the cafe was almost empty. a couple of people he could swear he had seen before and some employees.

riwoo looked at his non-touched order, coffee cold and the foam completely dissolved.

with a heavy sigh he packed his belongings and put his earphones in, heading home.

empty streets were soaked with darkness, only occasional street lamps guiding him home. there and here shadows of passing people followed him, some of them morphing into various shapes rather than being human alike.

he finally slipped back home, too tired and devastated to change into pyjamas.

falling with his headphones on the bed, breathing in the scent of his bed, he–

“hyeok, are you even listening?” your voice hugged him, surrounding all his senses, in a slightly choking hold.

“yes, yes. i just– i missed you” he grinned and felt your hand on his back, rubbing it in a reassuring motion.

“you’re so cute, always daydreaming about me even when i’m next to you” you whispered into his ear.

sanghyeok faced you, something in your eye reminding him of somebody he used to know.

“wait, excuse me. what’s your name, again?”

for a split second your face morphed into fear.

“l/n y/n, silly. i’m your partner” you cocked your head, furrowing your brows a bit “you seem distracted today”

“i just… i thought i was dreaming” he mumbled. something about your touch was unclear, slightly blurry. but maybe he was just making things up.

“i can tell. let me order you another coffee. your macchiato already went cold” you hummed and pressed a tender kiss onto his lips. your comforting scent filled his nostrils.

“right” sanghyeok nodded, zoning out and looking at the piece of carrot cake in front of him. the icing looked ickingly, fluorescently white. unnaturally and fakely.

this day was exhausting. uni was kicking ass and he kind of pushed his limits by going to the gym earlier.

“i ordered. okay, now tell me, where are you taking me tomorrow?” you asked excitedly, sparkles in your eyes.

“tomorrow?” sanghyeok repeated in small voice, scanning your features. he had to blink twice so they sharpened in his eyes.

“yeah! we have our one year anniversary tomorrow! come on, hyeok” you whined, tugging his sleeve. “you told me you have a surprise!”

“i… i do, yeah. i do have a surprise!” he answered with a smile. it must have totally escaped his mind since he had no clue “it will be a night to remember, i can promise you that”

“sounds good” with a grin, you shuffled closer to him.

the rest of the conversation turned into one blur, his answers one worded or one sentenced. he was just really tired.

somehow before he realized, you were putting his scarf on him. right, it’s cold outside.

“you’re so sleepy. let’s just go home, okay? text me when you get back” you smiled softly and cupped his cheeks “i’ll see you in your dreams tonight, hm?”

riwoo’s eyes shot open, body flinging forward. his duvet fell off, chest rising up and down.

he wiped sweat that formed on his forehead and rushedly grabbed his glasses off the nightstand.

taking deep breaths to calm down, he blinked the remains of his sleep away.

who were you?

maybe it was just a cute dream about finally having a partner.

but why is he so scared then?

besides your face seemed similar. and the words… what did you say? something about dreams…

“what the fuck” he laughed breathlessly, putting away his duvet that smelled like came out right from the washing machine.

his friends would laugh if he told them he woke up all sweaty and frightened after dreaming about a date.

busying himself with getting ready, the strange dream escaped his mind. he had to rush to class and then he promised himself he’ll study a bit.

riwoo entered the cafe, headphones playing his recent favorite music. he sat down at his usual spot, in the corner of the room. that way he always had a view for the whole place.

after ordering, he pulled out his books and took a deep sigh.

“lock in” he mumbled, getting ready to shift obrona focused mode to study the material. next week there’s a really important exam—

“your iced americano and red velvet cake. enjoy” the waiter arrived and riwoo moved his books to make place for his order.

“thank you” he smiled and looked up. the waiter’s face seemed somehow familiar. the eyes were exactly the same shade… no, he’s just going insane.

riwoo shook his head and took a bite of the cake. his face twisted into disgust, the chonky texture making it hard to swallow. should red velvet even be chonky?

he paused the music to listen to the noises of his surroundings. the clacking of silverware, soft jazz music, chatter of customers.

his eyes zoned out on the door, brows slightly furrowed. he had a feeling as if this happened already.

then, he watched you walk through the door. something in your eye reminded him of somebody he used to know, a strong feeling of deja vu hitting him.

riwoo followed your steps with his eyes. you approached the cashier, placed your order and sat down at a nearby table.

he gulped, anxiety creating a web over his heart like a venomous spider.

the waiter gave you your order, a vanilla latte and a donut glazed with navy icing.

before riwoo could realize, his legs lead him towards you. mouth opening to ask for your name, he first gently touched your arm to get your attention but you melted away under his touch.

for a split moment he stared into the steaming cup, halting his moves.

“how can i help you, sir?”

he started at, taking a sharp breath. turning around, he saw the waiter that gave him his order earlier.

“i, uh, just…” he gulped, looking at the place where you sat. riwoo blinked twice but no words came out of his mouth. then, he turned his head back to the waiter.

just to see your face.

so he was right! those eyes seemed familiar!

“y/n?” he asked.

and as soon as your name left his lips, he suddenly saw his room in front of his eyes.

sanghyeok leaned to turn his night lamp on, chest rising up and down irregularly.

“dude, are you okay?”

the door to his room swung open and his roommate, jaehyun, approached him.

“you keep saying weird shit in your sleep, i thought something possessed you”

sanghyeok looked at him, analyzing his face carefully. is jaehyun real? is he really his roommate?

sanghyeok reached his hand out to touch him, to check if he won’t dissolve into thin air too.

“i know you love me but that’s gross” jaehyun scrunched his nose and leaned away before sanghyeon’s fingertips could brush his skin “do you need any water? maybe melatonin? i noticed you have troubles sleeping lately”

“y-yeah. i think it’s the pre-exam stress” sanghyeok stuttered out, his throat itchy “you have some sleeping meds?”

“i got some!”

sanghyeok’s heart stopped in his chest, mouth going dry.

you walked through the door, messy hair and jaehyun’s hoodie draping over your shoulders.

you sat down on the edge of the bed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

sanghyeok watched you with wide eyes, shifting further away from you.

“c’mon dude, you’re freaking me out. did you have a nightmare? you’re acting like you saw a ghost” jaehyun sighed, rubbing his eye with one of his hands. the other he placed on your shoulder and squeezed it gently.

you grabbed sanghyeok’s hand and opened his palm, putting a navy pill in the middle.

he looked at you, unsure.

“just trust me, you’ll be out like a baby” you whispered sweetly, closing his palm.

and for a mere moment, he couldn’t tell if the laundry smell was his duvet or you.

if he was in the cafe, sitting on a date with you and jaehyun handing him the old, musty donut with navy sprinkles on it.

if the weird sparkle in your eye was real or his lucid dream.

bnd mlist | event mlist

taglist. @rubywonu,, @tricky-ritz ,, @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm

[riizegasm]

Spotlight || L. SH (Riwoo)

❀ pairing: popstar!sanghyuk x groupie!reader, gn!reader

❀ genre: suggestive, established relationship, fluff, slice of life

❀ word count: ~2.7k

❀ warnings: very suggestive, explicit language, hickeys, non-explicit sex

❀ summary: Sharing your popstar boyfriend with the world is not an easy feat. But he always reminds you that he only has eyes for you.

❀ a/n: Sorry y’all I’m ovulating. As always, likes, replies, and reblogs are encouraged. Happy reading!

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He’s electric on stage. It’s almost inhuman, how much he shines underneath the bright glow of the spotlight. The haze of smoke blurs his sharp edges as he floats across the stage, singing and dancing like his life depends on it. The song is a slower, more sensual one. He emphasizes its sultriness by the way his lips graze the mic, perfectly pink against the black mesh. 

Lee Riwoo is a natural born performer. He makes every stage that he graces seem like his own home turf. The relaxed slope of his shoulders and the beautiful reverb of his voice never once falters. It doesn’t matter whether he is in Dallas or Detroit, New York or New Orleans; Riwoo always makes the venue feel like they were traveling to his world, not the other way around. 

This particular venue is packed, despite the fact that it’s outside of a small town in Arizona. The audience of mostly women is packed against the barricade, a slew of arms reaching out to see if they could even get the tiniest feel of Riwoo. When they realize they can’t reach him, they resort to screaming and singing along. Inevitably, they grow so enamored that they toss random items onto the stage. 

Riwoo hits his signature dance break, body rolling smoothly to the slow, dirty beat. And just like clockwork, the bras begin to rain down on the stage like multicolored confetti. Despite the fact that Riwoo is laser focused during all of his performances, you can tell that the shower of undergarments on stage boosts his ego. His smirk grows the slightest bit, his moves becoming the tiniest bit more exaggerated. The slutty swing of his hips is a bit too pronounced for it to be accidental.

Because, let’s face it. He fucking loves it. You would know.

He loves the adrenaline of performing on stage, of feeling the heat of the lights beating down on his face. He loves the loud screams that fill the venue, audible even over the noise-canceling power of his earpieces. He loves the way his heart thrums as he perfectly executes the choreography he spent months nailing down. He loves to see the desire in his fans’ eyes when he pops his chest or bites his lip. He loves the way everyone cheers as he does his final goodbye. 

What he used to look for in the energy of the crowd still invigorates him, but he loves what’s waiting for him off stage even more. 

Riwoo all but bursts into his green room, clearly amped up from his flawless performance. His staff and backup dancers all move to congratulate him on a great show. To his credit, Riwoo is quite polite and patient with everyone, despite the fact that his eyes are locked on a single figure in the corner. 

It takes some time for him to break free of everyone, but when he does, he stalks over, pinning you in place with his gaze. He has a cocky grin poised on his face, giving you the faintest glimpse of his prominent canines. They seem to gleam extra bright in the dim light of the green room. 

“Amazing j—,”

You’re cut off with a deep kiss. It’s not unusual for him to be wired after a show, but it’s rare for him to be so bold in the presence of all of his staff. You don’t get much of a chance to ponder the thought as Riwoo pulls you impossibly closer. His kiss grows hungry, more insistent, as if he were intent on devouring you right here right now. It’s only when someone whistles from across the room that Riwoo lets you go. 

“Wow,” is all you can say. 

With that, Riwoo’s facade drops. He lets out a short chuckle, nose scrunching cutely. When he finally settles, Riwoo is gone entirely. All that’s left is Sanghyuk, your Sanghyuk. 

“So you liked the show?” He asks, the tiniest hint of insecurity peeking through his normally confident aura. 

“You were amazing, as always,” you respond, running a hand down his sweat-slicked arm. “I thought the crowd was going to literally eat you alive. I could practically smell all the wet panties in the venue. I mean, you saw how many bras you got today!”

Sanghyuk chuckles. “I think it may be a new record. But you know there’s only one pair of panties I care about being wet or not.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s pointed look. “Sanghyuk, there are still people around. Stop looking at me like you want to fuck me.”

“I do want to fuck you.”

“Sanghyuk!” You whine, softly smacking his arm. “You have things you need to do. Being horny is not one of them.”

The man in front of you sighs, only to break out into another smirk. “So later then?”

“Go!” You order, even though there’s no authority in your voice. 

Sanghyuk chuckles again before leaning in to peck your lips. You resent the fact that you went from such a heated exchange earlier to a barely-there press of your lips, but you know it’s the right thing to do. You just have to be patient, knowing that in a few hours, you’ll both be able to get everything you had been waiting for. 

.         .         .

Being on tour with your superstar boyfriend has its perks and its drawbacks. You are lucky to not have to be separated from him for long periods of time, and even luckier to be able to travel the country. But it also meant that you were constantly on the move and had very little privacy. Every member of Sanghyuk’s team was privy to just about every detail of your relationship, for better or for worse. 

It at least explains why his makeup artist hates you. 

“Sanghyuk, you promised me that you would be more careful,” Rori, the makeup artist, complains. “How the hell am I supposed to cover this up?”

Sanghyuk just smirks at you from where he maintains eye contact in the mirror. “Maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe all the fans will see it and fantasize that it’s their hickey that they left on me instead.”

You know that he’s joking in an attempt to rile you up, the tiniest bit of his mischievous Riwoo persona peeking through his genuine Sanghyuk demeanor. But it doesn’t change the fact that you hate it. You have already gotten used to the fact that every woman in America under 40 wants your boyfriend. You don’t blame them, knowing exactly what it’s like to be in their shoes. But knowing that they would be fantasizing about giving him something only you have the ability to do with him is too much. 

You’ve never considered yourself to be overly possessive, but this is the one instance where you are proud to mark your territory. 

“Hell no,” Rori protests. “I’m just going to have to use a shit ton of color corrector. But make sure there is no next time, okay?”

Sanghyuk just gives her a thumbs up, attempting to stifle his laugh. No matter how many times the two of them have had the same conversation, nothing changes. Sanghyuk knows that if the roles were reversed, and Rori had to do your makeup instead, she would be appalled at the marks that he left behind. So the last thing you expect is for Rori’s eyes to meet your own in the reflection of the mirror, nothing but ice in her gaze. 

“You hear me, Y/N? No more until the tour's over.”

As much as it pains you, you give her a small nod. You wish you could mention that it would be easier if your boyfriend didn’t pounce on you after every show. It would be easier if they stopped putting him in revealing outfits that make your mouth water. It would be so much easier if you didn’t have to share your boyfriend with thousands of other people. Instead, you’re forced to suffer in silence, knowing that you’ll have to keep the hardships of being Lee Riwoo’s girlfriend to yourself. 

It’s mere hours later when you think that the universe must be playing a cruel joke on you. 

The stylists have decided to put him in a crop top for this performance, the simple white tank complemented by a similarly cropped leather jacket. You swear your mouth waters when Sanghyuk steps out from behind the dressing curtain, hands awkwardly hovering over the sliver of exposed abdomen. It’s sinful, the way the branded hem of his boxers peek out from the waistband of his jeans. Even though it’s clear Sanghyuk doesn’t quite know it, he currently looks like the epitome of sex on legs. 

“What do you think, Y/N?”

Your boyfriend’s voice snaps you out of your stupor, having completely missed the conversation happening around you. 

“I’m sorry, what?”

Sanghyuk sighs, thumbing the shortened hem of his shirt. “Is this too much? Does it look okay?”

You flounder for a moment, mouth opening and closing uselessly as you scan your brain for words. Okay doesn’t even begin to cover just how good he looks. However, the awkward fumble of his fingers reminds you that while this outfit may be perfect for Riwoo, it’s still a little much for Sanghyuk. 

“I think you look amazing, honestly,” you admit. “The fans are going to go crazy.”

The reassurance seems to do the trick, if the faint color that begins to take hold on your boyfriend’s cheeks is anything to go by. He ducks his head shyly before looking over to his stylist team once again. 

“Okay, let’s go with this.”

You don’t even begin to realize your mistake until the show begins. You’re right, of course, that the fans go absolutely bananas over Riwoo’s outfit. They scream extra loud whenever his shirt rides further up, giving them a bigger glimpse of the abs that he works so hard to maintain. The normal shower of bras seems more like a torrential downpour as Riwoo goes through his setlist. 

What you weren’t prepared for was how the new outfit would make your boyfriend himself feel. He’s clearly invigorated with a new type of confidence, a cocky aura practically dripping from his pores. His dance moves seem extra sultry as he glides across the stage. Each thrust of his hip is more pronounced than usual, and each body roll seems extra fluid. 

It’s clear that your boyfriend has unlocked a new side of himself in this performance. A side of himself that only you have seen.

Even his facial expressions drip with a new kind of eroticism. He bites his bottom lip over and over, letting his canines gleam as they sink into the supple flesh. When his lips aren’t occupied, he lets them drag over the mic, emphasizing the slow drawl of his words as he sings. 

Occasionally, his eyes will roll back, looking all too similar to when it’s just the two of you between the sheets. The image of his orgasm face being highlighted by the harsh spotlight is enough to have you hot under your own collar, unable to think about anything else. The fans seem to go wild at the expression, but their screams are muted against the rush of blood in your ears. The smirk that takes hold on Riwoo’s face indicates that he knows exactly what he’s doing with every gesture and expression. 

Eventually, his show draws to its normal close, with Riwoo taking a final bow before he exits. He stumbles on his way out, tripping over the pile of bras that have accumulated on stage. You would find it laughable, or even endearing, if it weren’t for the wild thrum of energy that has been coursing through your body since you first saw him in his stage outfit this afternoon. But instead, you’re too busy honing in on the sliver of skin exposed by his top, now glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. 

“You were on fire out there,” his choreographer all but yells. “I don’t know what came over you there, but that’s the Riwoo I wanna see.”

“Shit, that’s the Riwoo the fans want to see too,” his manager jokes. 

Your boyfriend's mask is slowly slipping despite the hum of praise all around him. Eventually he settles into something a bit more natural, a bit more Sanghyuk. It does little to cool the fire that’s burning in your veins, especially when he’s still in that outfit. It’s almost as if you’re stuck in the headspace that you would have been in a few years ago, when just the simple sight of him in his stage outfit would have you drooling. He slides his hands out of the thick leather gloves the stylists had put him in, and you don’t know why the action dampens your spirit. 

“I was just being me out there,” Sanghyuk chuckles, clearly doing his best to downplay the incredible performance he just had. He’s always been extremely humble; it’s one of the things you love most about him. 

“Come on,” Rori chimes in. “Just admit that you killed it! I mean, look at the stage. Clean up crew is going to be picking up bras for at least another week.”

Despite the way the room bursts into chuckles, Sanghyuk only looks at you. His words from earlier echo in your mind. There's only one pair of panties I care about being wet or not. It’s almost as if Sanghyuk is remembering his words as well, his eyes boring holes into yours like a promise. A reminder that he cares about no one else but you.

.         .         .

Life on the road has never been all that glamorous. You remember when you first met Sanghyuk, somehow weaseling your way onto the then rickety tour bus. You remember being shocked about how the small space could hold so many people. The air was clouded with a foul combination of cigarette smoke and the stench of alcohol.

It made you feel alive.

Riwoo had been sitting in the corner of a small booth towards the back of the bus, legs spread as he leaned back lazily. His sunglasses were perched in the nest of his then red hair, eyeliner-smudged eyes on full display. His gaze roamed your figure analytically before stopping on your face. He cocked a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

“Well, well, well. And who are you?”

“I’m Y/N. I’m your biggest fan.”

Now, three years later, the team no longer travels on a run down tour bus, instead filing into a series of vans. You get to spend the night at lavish hotels instead of crammed into bunks that are separated from the world by a mere curtain. You no longer have to sneak into Sanghyuk’s space, trying to keep it down as you made love on a six by three foot plank.

Now, Sanghyuk has made it.

You’re reminded of the fact as you and Sanghyuk stumble into your hotel suite. Hands are everywhere, pushing and pulling at clothes and hair. Your mouths are intertwined in a lip lock that has become all too familiar over the years. This isn’t just how Sanghyuk kisses; this is how Riwoo does.

He takes you apart with the impatience of a rockstar, makes love to you with the smoothness of a ballad singer, takes care of you with the dedication of a popstar. Everything about his love for you is intentional. He wants you to be the one singing instead of him, and he’s never not been successful.

It’s when you’re on top of him, rolling your hips onto his with the kind of expertise you only learned from watching him on stage when the question comes. It’s the same question that he has been asking you from the moment you stepped onto his tour bus.

“Who are you?”

You choke on a moan.

“I’m your biggest fan.”

.FIN.

[winteringdream]

MY BOYFRIEND ! ──── lee riwoo

✩ ⋅ pairing. lee riwoo x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, headcanons ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩ ⋅ wc. 1k-ish ✩ ⋅ a/n. other bnd members ver. coming soon! i have a few drafts written already!

BOYFRIEND RIWOO WHO WOULD ... softly hum a song he knows you love when you’re falling asleep.

You’re barely awake, drifting somewhere between sleep and consciousness, when you hear it. Riwoo's voice, soft and familiar. A quiet hum, just above a whisper.

The melody is one you’ve played on repeat, a song you once mentioned as your favorite.

Your head rests against Riwoo’s shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask if you’re still awake. He just keeps humming, slow and soothing, like he’s trying to sing you into deeper sleep.

You don’t open your eyes, but you shift closer, curling slightly against him. His hand, which had been resting beside you, moves just the slightest bit, his fingers brushing against yours.

For a moment, you think about staying awake, about saying something. But instead, you exhale, letting the sound of his voice carry you to sleep.

BOYFRIEND RIWOO WHO WOULD ... pretend to be asleep on your lap so you won’t move away.

You shift slightly, Riwoo has been resting his head in your lap for the past twenty minutes, eyes shut, breathing slow and even.

At first, you didn’t mind, he had flopped down claiming he was tired, and you had absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. But now, your legs are starting to go numb.

“Riwoo,” you murmur, nudging his shoulder lightly. “You should move.”

No response.

“I know you’re awake.” you sigh, adjusting your position carefully.

Still nothing. His breathing remains perfectly even, but you know him too well. The way his fingers twitch slightly against your knee, the way his lips are pressed together like he’s holding back a smile. It’s obvious.

Suspicious, you lean down slightly. “If you don’t move, I’m going to-”

His lips suddenly curve up into the tiniest smirk.

“Riwoo,” you deadpan, flicking his forehead lightly.

He finally cracks an eye open, amused. “Mm. Too comfortable,” he mumbles.

“You were awake the whole time?” you accuse, crossing your arms.

He hums, completely unbothered. “You were playing with my hair.”

Riwoo, as if sensing his victory, peeks up at you with a lazy and satisfied expression. “You’re not actually mad, right?” he murmurs, voice slow and teasing.

You groan, throwing your head back. “You’re the worst.”

But your fingers return to his hair anyway, and once again he closes his eyes, enjoying the moment..

BOYFRIEND RIWOO WHO WOULD ... fix your scarf without a word when it gets loose in the wind.

You don’t think much of the cold at first, too busy tucking your hands into your sleeves, but then you feel it: your scarf slipping loose, the cold sneaking in through the gap.

Before you can adjust it, Riwoo moves.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even pause in his steps. He simply reaches out, catching the fabric before it can fall completely.

He tugs it back into place, wrapping it snugly around your neck. His fingers are warm against your skin.

His hands retreat into his pockets like nothing happened.

You glance at him, but he’s already looking ahead, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Thanks,” you murmur, voice barely above the wind.

Riwoo doesn’t respond, but his hand drifts just slightly closer to yours. And as you walk together through the cold, you think you don’t really mind the winter that much. Not when he’s here.

BOYFRIEND RIWOO WHO WOULD ... out of nowhere make wordplay jokes to flirt with you.

You’re sitting across from Riwoo at a café, stirring your drink while scrolling through your phone.

“Are you a keyboard?”

You blink, glancing up. Riwoo’s watching you, a mischievous expression on his face, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, already suspicious.

He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “Because you’re just my type.”

You stare at him. For a second, neither of you move. Then, he cracks a small grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“That was terrible.” you laugh, punching his arm.

“Mm.” He shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. “But you laughed.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head, but there’s no stopping the warmth creeping onto your face. He notices, because Riwoo always notices how you react to his jokes.

And as he leans back, looking far too pleased with himself, you know he’s definitely not letting this go anytime soon.

BOYFRIEND RIWOO WHO WOULD ... refuse to let go of your hand when you try to leave, just to tease you.

You stand up, stretching your legs after sitting for too long. “Alright, I should get going.”

Riwoo, still laying comfortably in his seat, barely glances up.

You take a step toward the door. Or at least, you try to, except there’s a sudden resistance. You look down and realize Riwoo’s fingers are wrapped loosely around your wrist, holding you in place.

“Riwoo.” You give him a look. He looks up at you lazily, his grip light but firm. “No.”

“I have to go.” you sigh, but you can't seem to hide the smile creeping up your face. He looks like a kid who doesn't want you to leave.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You could stay.” he hums, tilting his head slightly.

“Give me one good reason.”

Riwoo pauses, then his lips curve into a small, knowing smirk. “Because I’m clingy,” he replies.

You let out a small chuckle. “You? Clingy?”

“Mhm.” He tugs your hand just slightly, enough to make you stumble a step closer. “But only with you.”

Your face heats up before you can stop it, and Riwoo notices immediately.

He doesn’t say anything, just watches you, amused and fond.

“Fine,” you mutter, dropping back into your seat with a huff. “Ten more minutes.”

Riwoo smiles triumphantly, quickly shifting his position so he can hug you.

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[oraclekleo]

Happy birthday to Hyuk! 💜💜💜

Let's revisit his reading.

Han Sang Hyuk (VIXX) Kinky Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky Reading

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Full Name: Han Sang Hyuk

Stage Name: Hyuk

Group: VIXX

Masterlist: VIXX

Hyuk

Position - VI The Lovers

Hyukie isn’t into powerplay. He’s a true romantic and will treat his partner like his princess / prince but will also expect them to be active in the relationship and give in the same amount of effort as him.

Libido - 4 of Cups

Hyukie’s libido and desire are going through the phase of hibernation in a sense now. Maybe it’s because there’s no one raising his attention around him at the moment. Possibly he’s simply waiting for his famme fatale to come around and capture his attention.

Turn On - King of Cups

Hyukie is likely to feel attracted to someone mature and compassionate, with high morals and understanding. He’s in no way into drama queens and fake people. He seeks someone with integrity and passion and caring nature.

Kink - 10 of Cups

Hyukie might find it arousing for his lover to play a good girl / boy while actually acting and talking dirty to him. He’s likely to truly enjoy deep and passionate kisses, regardless of where he’s kissed or where he kisses his lover.

Thank you for reading!

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[ao3-oner]

hiiiii msi is such a treat skdfjsk so funny huhu one of my fave parts is chap 3 where siwoo was trying to get it on with guma only to get blocked by keria ksjdfkjf GUMA REMAINING OBLIVIOUS KJGHKJF i wonder what would have happened if keria didn't intercept??

Hi, and thanks for the ask!! I love answering stuff about my fics, especially these sort of 'what-if' imagines, they're so much fun-

I think if Keria hadn't been there, Siwoo would have successfully given Guma his number. After that, though, Chovy would probably intercede - not by directly c-blocking his friend, but by discreetly going over to Faker and being like "hey just so you know my support is trying to get into your ADC's pants". Because Chovy almost certainly knows about Keria's crush(? relationship? situationship??) on Guma and just wants Faker to have a heads-up on the situation, so he can mediate if necessary.

That would just completely confuse Sanghyuk ("Siwoo wants to sleep with Minhyung? ...Why?") but ultimately he understands that he's supposed to clue Minseokie in to the fact that he's got competition. Which he does, albeit in the most awkward way possible ("I'm supposed to tell you that Son Siwoo is flirting with Minhyung. Do with that what you will with that.) and so Minseok goes to Minhyung and asks if he's texted Siwoo hyung yet.

Minhyung says no because he hasn't had any reason to, and Minseok asks if Minhyung is aware that Siwoo wants to fuck him. Minhyung might be a little shocked at first, but he quickly defaults to his confident persona of "of course he does~" (little hair slickback optional). I haven't fully decided whether or not Minseok would then ask if Minhyung wants to sleep with Siwoo or not - the answer is no, but whether or not Minseok feels the need to ask would fully depend on how much Siwoo was able to get into his head with their little discussion. I mention in chapter 3 that there are some seeds of doubt planted, but whether Minseok lets his hesitation show by asking Minhyung for confirmation or pretends that he's as confident as ever in their unspoken relationship (which would honestly just make that doubt fester even further), I'll leave open to your imagination for now.

(also, is this the time to drop my demisexual Minhyung headcanon? Imw aka in my world, that man fully thought he was ace until his crush on Minseok got deeper and he had a total 'woah' moment - my boy is exclusively Minseok-sexual and I will die on this hill.)

[lxvsiick]

FAVORITE CUSTOMER | LEE RIWOO X READER

PAIRING: birthday boy! riwoo x cafe worker! fem! reader

SUMMARY: October 22, Riwoo had no idea what his friends had planned for his birthday. They had everything planned out. Nothing could’ve gone wrong. WRONG. They forgot one of the most important things. Luckily, Y/n was there to save the day!

GENRE: fluff, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 2k

A/N: this is so late ,, it was supposed to post but idk why it didnt ☹️ happy really late birthday post to riwoo 😭

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Riwoo pushed open the door to his favorite café and bakery, the familiar scent of fresh pastries and brewing coffee filling the air. Behind the counter, Y/n, his favorite worker, stood with a bright smile, chatting with a customer. As he passed by, their eyes met, and he gave her a small wave.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," she smiled back, her voice as warm as the café itself.

Riwoo and his five friends made their way to their usual spot—a cozy corner table tucked near the back but still with a clear view of the front counter. They slid into their seats, the café's quiet hum of activity creating a relaxed atmosphere around them.

As they settled in, Taesan, sitting beside Riwoo, leaned over. "So, are you doing anything special for your birthday tomorrow, hyung?"

Riwoo shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "Not really sure yet. Haven't thought about it much."

"Come on, it’s your birthday!" Jaehyun said, playfully nudging him. "We gotta do something."

"Enough about birthdays," Woonhak grinned, stretching out his arms. "Let’s get to the real matter at hand. You know what time it is."

As if on cue, all six of them raised their hands, poised to play their usual game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go up and order. It was a tradition they never skipped, each of them fighting to avoid the 'loser' task of placing the group’s order.

"Ready?" Leehan said, eyes narrowing as he sized up the competition.

They all threw down their signs at once, and laughter erupted as Sungho dramatically "lost" on purpose.

"Oh no! I lost. I guess I’ll go," Sungho sighed, though the grin tugging at the corner of his lips showed he’d intended it all along.

He sauntered up to the counter, where Y/n was waiting with a knowing smile.

"Let me guess," she teased. "You lost this time?"

"Yeah," Sungho chuckled, leaning casually on the counter. "I can’t win against these guys."

"So what will it be, Park Sungho?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled. "We’ll take the usual order."

As she rang up their regular choices, Sungho leaned in a little closer, dropping his voice. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

Y/n paused, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah?"

"We were thinking about throwing a surprise party for Riwoo tomorrow. Nothing big, just us and the guys. Would it be possible to do it here? I know the café closes early tomorrow..."

She thought for a moment, her eyes brightening with the idea. Being the daughter of the café’s owners had its perks. "Actually, that could work. We do close early tomorrow, so you could have the place to yourselves after hours. Just let me ask my parents and I’ll let you know."

Sungho grinned, his plan falling into place. "That would be perfect. And, of course, you’re invited. If you didn’t know already."

She laughed softly. "Thanks for the invite. I’ll be here anyway, but I’m in."

"Awesome. You’re the best." Sungho gave her a quick thumbs-up as she handed him the receipt and began preparing their order.

As Sungho stood there, waiting for the drinks and pastries, he turned back to the table where Riwoo and the rest of the guys were casually chatting, completely unaware of the surprise being set in motion.

With the plan confirmed, Sungho couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement build. Tomorrow was going to be a night Riwoo wouldn’t forget. And, judging by the gleam in Y/n’s eyes, she was just as excited about it too.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

The café was unusually quiet, the soft hum of machinery in the kitchen the only sound breaking the silence. Y/n stood behind the counter, wiping down the last of the tables as she glanced up at the clock. It was just a few minutes before closing, and no customers had come in for a while. The calm before the storm, she thought with a small smile, knowing what was about to unfold.

As she wiped her hands on a towel, the bell above the café door jingled, and she looked up to see Sungho, Taesan, and Leehan walking in, each of them carrying large boxes filled with decorations. Their grins stretched wide, and the excitement was contagious.

"Perfect timing," Y/n greeted them with a wave, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Hey," Sungho said, setting his box down on the nearest table. "You ready for this?"

"Absolutely," she responded, walking over to the door to flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed.'

As she locked the door, Taesan stretched his arms and sighed in relief. "Finally. No more worrying about getting caught."

"So, what's the plan?" Y/n asked, stepping back behind the counter as they started unpacking the boxes.

Sungho grinned and gestured to the decorations spilling out. "Woonhak and Jaehyun are distracting him, dragging him around the city, so we’ve got about an hour to get everything set up before they bring him here. We need to make sure this place looks like it’s ready to host the best surprise party of the year."

"Challenge accepted," Y/n chuckled, grabbing a handful of colorful balloons from the box and handing them to Leehan.

Without wasting a second, they all jumped into action. Y/n and Leehan worked on blowing up the balloons while Sungho and Taesan hung streamers along the walls, stretching them from corner to corner. Soon, the café began to transform from its usual calm atmosphere into a lively party scene.

As she tied off another balloon, Y/n glanced at Sungho. "Are you sure he won’t get suspicious? I mean, distracting Riwoo for that long can't be easy and Woonhak and Jaehyun look kinda bad at keeping secrets."

Sungho laughed as he taped the "Happy Birthday" sign above the counter. "If anyone can do it, it’s those two. Besides, Jaehyun knows all the spots to take him. They’ve got this under control."

Taesan, struggling with a particularly stubborn streamer, grumbled, "I’m just hoping we get this done in time. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we’re actually running out of balloons."

Y/n laughed, tossing him another pack. "There’s plenty more. We’re good."

Streamers were soon draped from the ceiling, balloons tied to chairs, and the finishing touches placed on the birthday setup. The room felt brighter, more festive, and Y/n couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement imagining Riwoo's face when he walked through the door.

As the final streamer was hung, Sungho stepped back to admire their work. "We did it. With time to spare."

"Not bad," Taesan said, high-fiving Y/n. "Now all that’s left is to see how surprised he’ll be."

They all stood back, taking in the sight of the decorated café. The transformation was complete, and the anticipation hung in the air like the streamers above.

The clock ticked down, and soon, the only thing left was to wait for the birthday boy to arrive.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Riwoo trudged along behind Jaehyun and Woonhak, the weight of being dragged through the mall evident in his sluggish steps. It was his birthday, yet somehow, he found himself in the middle of a clothing store, watching as the two of them enthusiastically sifted through racks of clothes. Every once in a while, he’d glance at a shirt or jacket, grab a hat and dance in front of it, but it was more out of boredom than interest.

When they first showed up at his apartment, they’d promised it was going to be a fun day out. Now, though, it felt like they were the ones having fun, while he was just along for the ride.

"I didn’t expect to spend my birthday being dragged around like this," he muttered under his breath, half-joking, but also kind of serious.

Woonhak suddenly perked up, looking almost guilty as he blurted, “Well, it’s not like we planned this—it's for the surprise pa—”

Before he could finish, Jaehyun clamped a hand over Woonhak's mouth, his eyes wide with panic. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” he stammered, forcing a grin as he tried to laugh it off.

Riwoo raised an eyebrow, giving them both a suspicious look. “What was that?”

They laughed nervously, exchanging quick glances before Jaehyun awkwardly cleared his throat. “Forget about it. Hey, let’s go check out that new store down the hall!”

Shaking his head in amusement, Riwoo followed them out of the store, unsure what exactly was going on, but too drained to question it further. After visiting a few more shops and trailing behind them for what felt like hours, his energy was nearly spent.

As they walked, something about their path began to feel familiar. The streetlights outside, the flow of the crowd—it all reminded him of something. Realizing they were heading in the direction of his favorite café, he finally spoke up. “Wait… where are we going?”

Woonhak replied quickly, “To the café.”

Riwoo frowned. “I thought the café closes early today.”

“They did!” Woonhak blurted, just as Jaehyun quickly added, “They extended their hours.”

The two froze, realizing their uncoordinated responses. They exchanged a look, realizing they were running out of excuses. Without another word, they resorted to their last plan of attack.

Suddenly, both of them grabbed onto his arms, one on each side. “Let’s go!” they chorused, dragging him down the street toward the café.

“Wait—what? No!” Riwoo tried to resist, but it was no use. They were already pulling him closer to the café’s entrance, his protests ignored.

As they neared the door, Woonhak covered his eyes with his hands. “Just trust us, hyung!”

“Oh, come on,” Riwoo sighed, though he didn’t fight back anymore. He knew something was up, but at this point, he was too tired to argue.

The door jingled as they stepped inside, and for a brief moment, there was silence. Then, the youngest uncovered his eyes, and the café suddenly lit up with confetti poppers going off. Y/n and the rest of his friends jumped out from behind the counter and tables, yelling, “Happy Birthday!”

The loud pop made him flinch in surprise and cover his ears, but he couldn’t help but laugh at their excited faces. “You guys… really went all out,” he said, smiling. His eyes then landed on Y/n, who stood near the counter, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I can’t believe you let them use the café for this,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

She shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “It was nothing. Besides, you’re my favorite customer. How could I say no?”

The other friends instantly reacted with dramatic ‘oooing’ and knowing looks, exchanging teasing glances between themselves. Jaehyun leaned in with a smirk, “Ohhh, favorite customer, huh?”

Before the teasing could continue, Jaehyun suddenly remembered something, his eyes widening. “Did you guys get the cake?” he blurted out.

The café fell silent for a beat.

“Cake?” Leehan echoed, blinking in confusion.

In the next moment, Taesan let out an exasperated yell, slapping his hand to his forehead. “We forgot the cake!”

Sungho staggered backward in defeat, while Woonhak and Jaehyun exchanged frantic looks. “You guys forgot the cake?” they asked in unison, completely baffled.

Riwoo, watching the whole scene unfold, doubled over in laughter. “You guys… are a mess.”

Before the panic could set in further, Y/n's eyes lit up. “Oh! I’ve got something!” she said, running behind the counter and disappearing into the back. A few moments later, she returned with a box in her hands.

Placing it on the table, she opened it to reveal a beautifully decorated cake, with a little otter made out of cream and frosting sitting on top.

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I made you a cake,” she said, her cheeks pink with pride as she glanced at Riwoo.

Sungho sighed in relief. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Thank you,” Riwoo said softly, his heart warming at the sight of the cake. They carefully placed candles on the cake, and as they all gathered around, they sang him “Happy Birthday.”

After the candles were blown out and the party officially started, Riwoo couldn’t help but bring up, “You know… we’re literally in a café that sells cake.”

The entire group groaned in defeat, dropping their heads onto the table as Riwoo laughed.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

MASTERLIST

© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, lxvsiick, 2024

[sunsetriwoo]

oh all the things i have to say about this.

i would **** *** **** ** ***** ** ** **** *** ***... ANYWAYS

I need these pics of riwoo all over my walls rn PLEASE... hear me out on secretary!riwoo mmmh I need that so bad RN.

MDNI.

bonus points if he's stressed out UGHHHHH...

imagine dating him and he comes home angry?? pinning you to the wall?? kissing you roughly?? hands all over you?? marking you maybe?? idk??

✶ — hear me out...

his lips instantly crashing on yours, pulling you impossibly closer, having barely any gap for even an oxygen molecule to pass through.

the kiss was so heated you would've lost your balance if he wasn't the one holding you up.

you could slowly feel his bulge on your stomach, twitching as you two continued making out, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss even more.

he started lightly grinding into you, moaning softly into the kiss, feeling his anger from work start to dissipate.

riwoo carries you up and brings the both of you to the couch, never breaking the kiss.

while he sits on the couch, you're sitting on him, his bulge bumping your clit deliciously every time he grinds his hips up while you straddle him.

the brief moment that he pulls away, his hands finds home around your waist, pushing you down, essentially making you start grinding on him.

but when you get close and you start feeling the knot bubbling, he pulls you away from his bulge, ruining what could've been a heavenly orgasm.

"eager, are you? gonna let me fuck my anger out, darling?"

"f-fuck.. sanghyuk... do anything..."

i am actually so sick i most definitely WILL be writing a fic about this. I NEED HIM.

[4ranghaes]

lee riwoo x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

a/n - this is kind of late cause i’ve re-written is several times since the news but anyway…….

y/n🩵: ya!!!! lee riwoo!!!!! are you okay? i was watching mma you looked really hurt ?

ryu💞💞: it doesn’t hurt that much :) i was tired too :)

y/n🩵: oh thats a relief !!!! okay well see you soon my luv, feel better💐

ryu💞💞: ❤️

23:43 - “sanghyuk?” you asked, opening your door fully now you saw the figure standing outside, “what are you doing here? don’t you have practise tomorrow?”

mma hadn’t even been finished for an hour as you looked at the boy at your door. your boyfriend looked up at you, his comfortable travel clothes now on his body instead of his stage costume; though the make-up still covered his face. his eyes shone with tears as he sighed, you noticed one hand was cradling the other arm.

“it hurts so badly,” he whispered, “i– i just needed you… i’m sorry.”

“no!” you quickly exclaimed, reaching out and placing a hand on his face, scared to touch his body for fear he’d break further, “no. of course you can come whenever, sanghyuk. especially when you’re hurt.”

he fell into your body, his head landing on your shoulder, your arm moving to wrap around his shaking body. you didn’t know whether it was from the cold, the pain or the exhaustion; though you presumed it was all three.

“come in, quickly,” you sighed, shutting the door behind him as he slipped his shoes off, you helping him through with a supportive hand on his back all the way to your bedroom where he collapsed on the bed. “what hurts, sweetie?”

“my hand,” he sighed, “and my arm, and my elbow. and my body aches. b-but i’m gonna go to practise tomorrow and if it still hurts, our manager’s said he’ll take me to the hospital.”

“should you not go now?! they’ve already taped your fingers up, sanghyuk-ie! look, let’s—”

“let’s not do anything,” he sighed, grabbing your wrist with his good hand, “just stay here with me, please?”

you sighed, nodding. riwoo smiled at you before you went to leave again. “can i at least get you some tea? or make-up remover?”

with a defeated chuckle, he nodded. you poured some make-up remover onto a pad, handing it over to him before going to the kitchen and getting some of his snacks and drinks, always left over in your fridge. walking back into the bedroom with food in hand, you saw your boyfriend hunched over the bathroom sink, whimpering as he wiped at the make-up.

“ya, sanghyuk…” you sighed, putting the food down and walking into the en-suite. you pushed his weak body onto the toilet, forcing him to sit as you started wiping the remover all over his face until he was barefaced and blinking up at you sadly. “you should’ve said it hurt, my love.”

he shook his head, standing back up and hobbling over to your bed.

“i want to do the end of year performances,” he said, shutting his eyes as he felt the tears sting, “but i don’t think i’m going to be able to.”

your heart ached as you watched him. you walked over, sitting beside him and pulling his figure to your chest, patting his head comfortingly.

“it’s okay, sanghyuk,” you said quietly, “you have to do only what you can. onedoors will understand. plus you’ve already worked so hard this year. and you’d rather end the year now, with only good performances behind you, than injure yourself further for lacking performances, right?”

he rolled his eyes, sitting up and glaring at you.

“what?”

“why are you always right?” he laughed, sitting back against the headboard as you fussed at the pillows and blankets around him before passing him the prepared food.

“it’s why you love me,” you cooed, finally getting into bed beside him and resting your head on his shoulder. riwoo rested his head on yours, intertwining your hands.

“hmm, maybe you’re right,” he sighed, kissing your head with a gentle turn of his head, “can’t have been your face.”

“hey!”

[goodnightjar]

230520 #SF9 #JAEYOON

💌: #. weekendjaengjji💗

fantasy~~~~

yooni is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hurry up come to the fancafe!!!!!!!

💭💭💭

🐣: this time too i'll 1

🐣: 2

🐣: 3

🐣: 4

🐣: ig fantasy got no mood to play

🐣: brr (cutely)

🐣: mio (i hate you☹️) (very cutely🙈)

🐣: fantasy is here!!!! (cutely)

🐣: why are you late (very cutely)

🐣: its cuz i wanted to see u

🐣: i just ate

🐣: i did lower body workout today

🐣: & ate meat at day!!!

🐣: & had a cup of coffee!!!

🐣: had a short nap!!!

🐣: checked out lotte even tho we lost!!!

🌌: even tho oppa came; he don't replyㅠㅠ

ㄴ🐣: im sorry.....

🐣: i'm totally off to bed by 10'o clock^^

🐣: fantasy what are you doing???

🐣: cuz i submitted books at training camp

🐣: now im reading the books i brought little by little

🐣: Dallergut (book) is fun ㅎㅎ

(see his last iv for details about books :))

🐣: & ig these days my face got kinda tanned

🐣: i re-apply sunscreen more often than before (cutely)

🐣: i practicing hard on saxophone!!!

🐣: later on if a chance to meet fantasy comes up i'll definitely let you know!!

🐣: oh and today i brought 2 chicken leg nuggets, 1 koxchip (ig its kkobuk chip), 1 chick chok choco from PX!

🌌: you're slow jaeyoon

ㄴ🐣: hold on.....

🐣: what are you doing now???

🐣: aa right I have something to brag about to fantasy

🐣: i'll wait a little more...... (cutely)

🐣: soon im a private first class!!!!!!!!!

🐣: private first class lee jaeyoon (i) can do it!

🐣: isn't this how you get discharged????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🐣: fantasy

🐣: it will be quick

🐣: wait for me

🐣: just wait right there

🐣: I have memorized all fantasy faces

🐣: if you ain't there beware!! (as in warning lol)

🌌: *📸* jaengpeus are having a drink now

ㄴ🐣: oh it's cola & beer!!!

🌌: need to prepare flower shoes><

ㄴ🐣: ill give it a try (cutely)

🐣: oh did you listen to good morning voice message well?

🌌: I have nowhere else to go 'bapoya'

(instead of pabo. bap is meal)

ㄴ🐣:bapo?!!!!!!!!

🌌: jaeyoon noona is not going anywhere...!!!

ㄴ🐣: noona!!!!

🌌: why am I trembling.......

ㄴ🐣: when we actually meet what will you do...

🌌: puppy... did u eat??

ㄴ🐣: i ate ... did you eat??

🐣: 재윤시❤️

🌌: even just imagining riceball blowing his saxophone makes me happy ㅋㅋㅋ

ㄴ🐣: right even just imagining riceball blowing his saxophone yootaeyang ㅋㅋㅋ

( op has tyang's pfp hahha 😂)

🌌: private first class lee jaeyoon baekgol slogan start!!

ㄴ🐣: 앜!!!

🌌: jaeyoon!!!! pls discipline jaengpeus

ㄴ🐣: ID!!!!

(op's ID was i like sanghyuk 😂)

he going behind all tyangpeus & dangpeus

🐣: ah #Yooniquest

🌌:*🐣📸* handsome guy appear

ㄴ🐣: but this pic ㅋㅋㅋ ain't it too burdensome...? (cutely).

🐣: for Yooniquest

🐣: last week wasnt it tangsuyuk?

🌌: wow im envious of fantasy who got a replyㅜㅜ

ㄴ🐣: jjan!!! (🥂)

🐣: this week how about~~~~~

🐣 lets go with Aglio e Olio (spaghetti)

🐣: 앙대앙대 (angdae angdae🐶) (no)

🐣:알료몰료 (alryomolryo)

🐣: 알료올료 the word is so cuteㅋㅋㅋright???

🐣: and dessert

🐣: for dessert

🐣: 두그두구구구두구 (drum rolls🥁)

🐣: its häageb-dazs chocolate

🐣: its delicious.....

🌌: ain't it too expensive

ㄴ🐣: i'll buy for u!!

🐣: ah fantasy listen!!

🐣: and these days the weather is getting hotter

🐣: now you gotta wear soft short sleeves tshirt

🐣: don't dress too lightly its hot again

🐣: im right here to diligently protect the country

🐣: don't worry a lot

🐣: wherever you are im cheering for you

🐣: cuz i miss you

🐣: you should stay healthy

🐣: fantasy don't get hurt

🐣: cuz if we say i love you we can answer it with an i love you; that's our relationship.

🐣: private lee jaeyoon will come back again

🐣: ill come visit again when i can!

🐣: baek gol!

🐣: bbabbai

[disfrutalakia]

Please rant about the fic!

Yay thank you!!

So as I have mentioned before it's a kpop vampire fic, there are 3 main couples and I will go over them :)

The first and I would say main one is Hakyeon and Taekwoon, they start as vampire and a hunter with Taekwoon hating Hakyeon's guts, while Hakyeon is attracted to him, thinks he is lovely and utterly enamored

Their story starts one night when Taekwoon goes out to hunt (he is a illegal hunter, because in this setting vampire hunting is under the government) and his friend was acting as bait (because he had a spell put on him to make him more attractive to vampires) Hakyeon got under the spell and tried to drink the friend's blood, because of that Taekwoon uses a sun spell in a blood vial (will explain that in a bit) to escape the vampire, this is what makes the vampires interested in them initially, they want to get the spell for themselves

After that the vampires start to track the humans, trying to convince them to give the spell (a thing that they can't do) because it's a threat to all vampires. Also this is a slow burn and Taekwoon has many issues, the reason he hates vampires so much is that his older brother was killed by one so you can imagine how he deals with being tracked by vampires at all moments

The thing is, slowly he starts maybe not to trust Hakyeon but have a soft spot for him, even letting him taste his blood once (this scene is one of my favorites in the entire fic even if I haven't finished it) but Taekwoon still hates vampires and goes out to hunt one night, what he wasn't expecting was there to be 3 vampires at once, one of them kills him and as a last resort Hakyeon, who didn't want to lose the human he was so in love with, turned him into a vampire

The second couple is Sanghyuk and Jaehwan, they are a vampire and a sorcerer, Sanghyuk was also turned by Hakyeon. The thing about Jaehwan is, he is a very strong sorcerer who was capable of creating a sun spell but he is dying because of it, Sanghyuk takes interest in him and wants desperately to be able to save him

The last one and perhaps my favorite is Wonshik and Hongbin, it's again a vampire and a hunter, those two have a very hate relationship, with Hongbin even breaking Wonshik's nose once, but even with all the hate they feel a sort of pull towards each other.

Their current standing is that Hongbin had to have his memories altered so he could forget about the sun spell, and Wonshik was the one to do it, but he didn't really erase anything only pretended because it didn't feel right to alter anything of Hongbin

The fic has a lot of vampire politics which is fun, the vampires in this setting have their own society, with elected kings, courts and even a whole city. Hakyeon is even taken for trial once, for killing the vampires that had killed Taekwoon

The closing statement is that this fic is written incredibly well, it's so beautifully crafted and you can see the love poured into it, the dynamics are so good and the characters well developed

[albonompookie]

Hello 🤍 I am pretty sure you guys only remember me as mintysanghyuk 🙈

It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me. I hope that everyone here is doing well. I just wanted to come on here real quick and share with you guys that I had the opportunity to finally talk to my beloved Sanghyuk after all this time <3

He truly is one of the sweetest people around, and he‘s exactly like we all imagine him to be 🤍

[vixx-ficz]

Crazy Rich Idol | hsh

ⓜⓐⓢⓣⓔⓡⓛⓘⓢⓣ

Pairing: Heir! Han Sanghyuk x heir! female oc

Genre: angst; fluff (mostly angst); childhood friends to lovers; arranged marriage; politics inside family; basically a k-drama fanfic

Warnings: Major character deaths; mentions of power tripping; mentions of rape; mentions of mental illness; AGAIN IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE

Summary: Han Sanghyuk goes by many titles in his life; he’s a son, a brother, a child, a teenager, VIXX’s maknae Hyuk or the heir of the multi-billion company HGOC, or maybe Han Sanghyuk, next head of the Han household.

He was set to take the position as soon as he would be able to release a heir from the arranged marriage, but when things turn for the worst the household and company have no else to rely on but him. It was either the death of the company his forefathers have spent their lives on to build or ruin his group’s career.

Some say being a crazy rich asian was interesting, but being a crazy rich idol can’t help but peek our interest.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

Characters:

𝐻𝒶𝓃 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓀

Some describe him as a prodigy, a boy who was able to top one of the most prestigious schools in Korea just so he can become an idol was impressive. Other than that he, just like every other boy his age, loves to hang out with friends and spend time with his fans. Although he keeps a mask on his face, he is often troubled by working for Han Group of Companies in fear of getting caught working for his household.

Did I mention that he pretends not to be affiliated with the house. But isn’t that hard when he holds a Han household necklace around his neck?

𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝒥𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒽

A cold beauty. Everyone in the top of the money chain want her as their in-law. She’s accomplished, well mannered, intelligent and from a wealthy family. It was no secret how she has received numerous amount of proposals not only from her classmates at Diamond High (Korea’s most prestigious private school), but from princes all over the world.

Just wanting to mind her business and help with their family company, she wanted to deny the marriage, but things won’t be so easy on her. Especially when tides were turning the wrong way not only for the Han’s but also the Jung’s.

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Different Kisses with Hyuk / Sanghyuk

Thank you so much for this request, Ken’s kisses will be up some time next week! As a huge STARLIGHT it gives me pleasure to be able to write for one of my favourite maknaes in the kpop scene! Let’s get into this shall we?

Kissing Sanghyuk is always playful and full of surprises from how often he steals kisses from you.

First kiss:

Your first kiss with Sanghyuk happened not too long into dating. You had known each other as gaming friends before becoming a couple, and whilst you were still learning the more personal sides to each other, most of the time your relationship was much like it had been before dating – watching anime and battling each other in games. You were aware of how hyped Sanghyuk got when gaming, after all, you weren’t the quietest yourself when things got heated. But he kind of lost awareness at points, so invested in beating you that he’ll try to use your environment to throw you off.

By accident, he flung his arm out too much and knocked your drink, pouring (thankfully) the cold beverage all over your lap. At first, he wasn’t sure why you’re gasping and then when he sees you’re not interacting with him on the screen, he spun to look at you his eyes widening when he accidentally kicked you in the shin. As if he hadn’t already done enough damage to you! Of course, you’re frozen, partially from the drink soaking through your clothes, but also from the whole experience. Without thinking much further, he yelped in apology, leaning over to dab at your wet lap, his hand swiping along your thigh in the process and making him pause in moving. Suddenly his lips were on yours hastily, as if kissing you would make it all better.

Surprisingly, with his lips now pressing into yours, you forgot about how cold your lap was and the pain in your leg too. Your arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened and this was enough to ground Sanghyuk, the taller boy pulling back and then gasping. “I’m sorry, I just – and then I thought if I –”

“Hyuk,” you called and he stopped babbling, his expression awkward. You smiled. “Would you just shut up and kiss me again?”

“What about your wet lap?”

“I’m already soaked, there’s nothing that can change that,” you told him and he smirked, coming back in to kiss you again, leaving the clean up for later.

Public kisses:

You honestly thought he didn’t want to show any PDA in the beginning with you, reverting to his sometimes shy and awkward self. In reality though, he was just playing around with you, watching your reactions and waiting to strike. Because Sanghyuk is playful by nature, he wanted to see how comfortable you’d be at his side when other people were about. He inwardly rejoiced when you shared a small, happy smile whenever he reached for your hand, and when you accepted his hugs too, he knew you would be okay with anything he did with you.

But it always caught you off guard. He’d suddenly hug you from behind and then kiss your neck when he buried in or reach over the table to kiss you, exclaiming he wanted to taste the ice-cream you were both sharing from your mouth to see if it was sweeter. The playful element to your relationship keeps you excited and is also heightened when you go on dates to places most couples your age go to. Even at the arcade, he has kissed you once or twice, making you groan if it threw you off your game, or grin at him when it was from getting a high score. He is proud to show you off, and being out in public is the best forum for where he can do so.

Private kisses:

Because life flows indoors and out in the same way, being at home with Sanghyuk is just as comfortable as it normally is anywhere else. I’ve mentioned it a couple of times now, he’s playful and this means whenever you’re together it’s loud. Whether it’s from gaming quests or having anime marathons together, or just because he doesn’t know where the quiet button is, the apartment is full of laughter and a really light atmosphere. You’re forever smiling at each other, sometimes wickedly, others because you’re just so in love with each other. But these smiles just naturally entice kisses, lots of short but sweet pecks following up such gestures. Sanghyuk is clingy, he loves your attention but the great thing is you lap up his just as much, which leads to a balanced and loving time together. Lots of back hugs, teasing-induced love confessions and gazing at each other adoringly still occurs to this day, much to your delight. He’s not very good in the kitchen or with some domestic tasks but he tries to do his best and if not, he’s always up for ordering in Gopchang. It’s a good thing you know how to cook or else that’s all you’ll be eating! You both have the ability to be around each other as friends or soften things up as lovers, but either way, you’re always happy together. And in the softer sessions, when you’re both curled up on the sofa together, these lead to long and tender kisses, both gently caressing the other until the mood somehow switches up and you’re back to being loud and rambunctious. Oh well, at least you love his laugh so much because you’ll be hearing a lot of it again.

Whilst I plan to talk a little more about his teasing side out of this section, I will mention the usual ‘he’s tall, you’re not as tall’ scenario so expect playful placements of your items around the apartment to make you frustrated much like it is with most tall idols. Sanghyuk isn’t immune to using his height as a factor to annoy you or as a way to capture you, holding you to him as he laughs when you’re so frustrated with him and showering you in kisses to calm you down. Ugh, what an adorable man-child.

Making out: things are about to heat up >__>

Having a playful partner means that when things get hot and heavy, Sanghyuk is going to become the biggest tease. He loves making out with you because of how effortlessly you surrender to him, leaving him to control how everything pans out. It’s such a rush for him, right from the moment he’s decided he needs more of you, surprising you with a well-placed hand on your thigh and the lust filling his eyes as he sizes up your lips. In the beginning, it’s rushed with messy open-mouthed kisses that leave you both breathless and moaning for more. Whilst he’s usually a gentle lover even when playing with you, when he’s got you wound up like this, his grip is rougher, holding you firmly against him as his own hips fling up into you in the aroused state. He loves trailing his lips over your neck and upper chest, leaving multiple hickeys on full display that you’ll have to deal with later. But in the moment you arch towards him for more, your hands threaded through his hair to balance you or else you’re going to fall into another dimension from all this pleasure.

There is a lot of eye contact whenever he’s trailing over your body with his lips or you’re sitting in his lap, feeling the fire burn hotter whenever you both have a moment away from kissing each other to look at each other like that. Sanghyuk controls the tempo as much as he does your breath, now that the making out session is well established and he’s had his initial tasting of your upper body, things slow down so much that it’s frustrating you, making you moan and beg for more. Of course, this feeds his ego and he himself is struggling with his own carnal urges that it’s off to bed for you both – if you can make it there in time, that is. Making out is the essential foreplay to your main event, and by the time it’s overflowing into needing fewer clothes and more intimacy, all the control he held is a struggle to maintain. Wow, is it hot in here?

Morning kisses:

Waking up with Sanghyuk can be a bit of a feat. He’s still snoring lightly beside you most mornings when your eyes open for the first time of the day, and he has a leg entangled between yours like a security blanket. Speaking of blankets, he has almost all of them too, half wrapped in a burrito and leaving you for the cold. Mornings don’t initially start out endearing. There’s a lot of tugging and whining on your behalf to free the covers from his tight grip and a groggy Sanghyuk soon becomes alert enough to shoot you a lazy grin, which some days just doesn’t cut it because you’re already worked up from the fight you’ve had for the final moments of comfort before the dreaded alarm goes off.

As if nothing happened, Sanghyuk greedily takes you in his arms, placating your whines with soft Eskimo kisses, nuzzling into you and laughing huskily into your ear. Now with you promptly disarmed, he can hold you to him and play with your hair, talk to you about anything, and kiss your forehead often. If only it remained this soft. When it’s time to get up for the day, it is Sanghyuk now wrestling you, whining loudly that you can’t leave him. Ugh. You should have just given up on the extra few moments of sleep and escaped the bed before you couldn’t. You’re not getting up without a fight now.

Making up:

At first, when fights erupt between you and Sanghyuk, he’s not always sure it’s the real thing. Since he knows how to push all your buttons quite often and is used to the way you react to them, when something riles you up enough to approach him about it, he thinks you’re playing initially. Of course, this brings on your mood further and he’s quick to realise the situation at hand. Arguing is loud and opinionated on both sides. If you’re directly attacking something Sanghyuk has done (or subsequently not done) he gets easily defensive and vindictive. He isn’t going to back down until he feels he’s gotten his point across and by this point, it’s too far gone. He’s broody for some time after the yelling stops, over-internalising everything. It’s you who makes a move for reconciliation first, wrapping him up in a back hug. Nothing is said at first, the closeness being enough in the moment. Sanghyuk often grabs your hand and brings it up to nuzzle into, kissing you softly in this position, calming himself and stepping out of his mind and back to you. Kisses will be soft but sporadic, both more focused on solving the reason for the fight as opposed to making up – that can come later when the smiles return.

Flustered kisses:

Sanghyuk may appear as if he has all the witty remarks and composure to let them out at all times, but sometimes he says the weirdest things or pushes too far with an idea – after all, he is human. But these minor mistakes cause him to become so flustered that he’s willing to do anything to remove himself from the situation. When it comes to saying something in front of you that really makes you question him, he’ll quickly dive for your lips, kissing away the rebuttal on the tip of your tongue and keeping your mouth hostage until he’s certain he’s kissed all thoughts of his blunder out the picture. Have to admit, this works a charm most of the time and he can relax knowing that you’ve forgotten about that overtly cheesy line he delivered.

Teasing kisses:

Wow, you love an asshole. I mean that term endearingly of course, but Sanghyuk can be quite the handful. Not that you’re incapable of keeping up with his wit most of the time, giving it back to him as much as you’re receiving it, but he’s just such a damn tease. Everything has to go through a system of how he can bother you over it, it seems, and if you blush or get worked up, you bet Sanghyuk is beaming. He lives for seeing you whine, stomping your foot in frustration and pushing him away when he gets too much. He’ll even go as far as teasing you over how much you love him, making you refute it until he kisses the real answer back out of you. In fact, kissing seems to be a strategy he uses a lot when it comes to teasing you, pushing you right to the limit and then easing it off by stealing a kiss when you’re midway through a sentence. What’s worse is he’ll play with you, kissing you softly and then when you go to speak again, he’ll add in more pressure, teasing you with his lips until you’re a melted gooey mess in his arms. Of course, it won’t take him long to think of some quip when he’s done, your goop hardening again as you whine out his name in protest. He’s lucky you love him too much to truly let him go when he gets like this.

Shut up kisses:

Following on from above, you use kissing as your own tactic as well. Sanghyuk doesn’t shut up. He can be pure entertainment or absolute torture. His conversational skills are so advanced that you’re certain he will never run out of content to chat about when he’s in the mood to talk – which you guessed, is pretty often. If you ignore his incessant chatter, he’ll only increase in volume and irritate you until you turn and press your lips hard onto his, effectively shutting out the noise long enough to give your throbbing head a break. Unlike his teasing kisses, you have only a fifty-percent chance of success because generally he’s got something else to say, so good luck //and I hope you have a good stash of pain relief for those headaches on hand//.

Victory kisses:

I’ve been writing a lot of gamers lately and thankfully this one will be different. I’m sure sometimes kissing will be a tactic for distraction, but when it comes to you and Sanghyuk it’s incentive. The one who wins has to be kissed by the loser. But really, who is losing here? It’s creative though, taunts of how you want to be kissed being shouted out as much as the buttons are being strategically bashed upon. By the time you’ve actually gotten to the end of the level or won, both of you are too busy thinking about how great this victory kiss is going to be.

Jealous kisses:

Sanghyuk isn’t really the type to get jealous easily but being the needy baby he is, he will voice his thoughts about it. Rather than getting moody, he’ll have a mindset of playing the jealousy game back at you, waiting to see if you’ll get away from one of his members and back to where you belong. If you play the game too hard though, he’ll call you out on it, demanding you stop making him want to take you somewhere private for punishment. Of course, this is his way of attempting to embarrass you, and if all else fails, he’ll do what he threatened, taking you somewhere alone and kisses you with low reminders being uttered in between of who you’re supposed to love. And everyone thinks Sanghyuk is a soft baby >__>

Night kisses:

Final kiss! Whilst we did discuss how conversationally Sanghyuk is sometimes grating, when he chooses to talk to you at night, you love nothing more than listening to his soft confessions. Being wrapped up in his arms as you both discuss your successes as a couple and the things you want to improve on together really makes your heart swoon. It gives you the notion of knowing what you have is really special and has a long future ahead of it too. Since you’re both emotionally charged from these sessions, the kisses you share feel intricate compared to your usual ones. There no playful tone, just pure love erupting from your lips and back over to you from his, a synergy of overwhelming connection leading the night into a long and sensual love-making session.

 Dating Sanghyuk is lively, and it keeps you bubbling over in excitement for every day at his side. Sure, sometimes he pushes you and makes you wonder why you’re with him but you have an innate ability to do the same back. It’s a balanced relationship full of fun love and a deep connection that you know will last forever.

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