#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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[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 ꒱ 이상혁

summary : it was nights like these that brought you firsts, and now you'd finally realized the significance of your feelings for him

genre : fluff, riwoo x afab!reader, childhood-friends-to-lovers tws : mentions of alcohol/being drunk, kiss author notes : i want him so bad (based on a date i had with my pookie yesterday) word count : 1.2k

first dates weren’t really your thing. you didn't like having to explain all the things that made up you, while also being overly conscious of whether they’d like it or not. you despised the small talk or awkward pauses. you dreaded having to wonder what if this or what if that.

but now that you were on a first date with one of your closest friends, you had no idea what to do. he already knew everything about your personal lore—hell, he’d been there for half of it. he knew your favorite flavor of dr. pepper and what movie you’d been dying to see. you didn’t have to wonder if he liked you. you didn’t have to worry about if he’d think the sound you made while sneezing was weird or cute. or if he’d text you back the next day.

 however, you did wonder when he’d started to see you in a different light. you wondered where the lines started to blur, almost like watercolor. you wondered when you stopped just being a friend to him. you even almost asked, promptly stopping yourself from opening a can of worms you weren’t sure you were prepared to clean up. 

there was a first for everything though, and dating a friend definitely was—especially someone as perfect as riwoo, someone as kind and gentle as your closest guy-friend. you were always that person who told him to never settle for the girls who literally ate him alive. you were always the one who would try and set him up with nice enough people (to your standards) that you’d met during nights out or classes. you were always the person who kept it casual—strictly platonic—but through stolen glances you couldn't say it was, now. 

“is this weird?” riwoo’s soft voice snapped you from your reverie. “is this too weird?”

your eyebrows creased. “no,” you stated simply. “just… unexpected.”

he leaned back on his hands. “why’s that?” his head aimed to the sky, dusk settling onto it. 

you relished in the warmth of the setting sun, a shiver running throughout your body. “just because…” you trailed off, taking in the lustrous green of early august. this was one of your favorite parks, and riwoo knew that. that’s exactly why he suggested meeting you here. “i guess, i never expected it to be me.” 

through your peripheral you could see his eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “why wouldn’t it be you, y/n?” your cheeks heated at his words, fighting the urge to shy away in embarrassment. “it’s always been you.” 

“oh…” you whispered out, mimicking his lean as you sat next to him. you tried to distract from the fact that your insides were twisting and how your heart beat ever-so-slightly faster. you’d never seen him casted under such a beautiful light—literally and metaphorically. the sky was a breathtaking mixture of pink and orange hues, clouds fluffy like the fair cotton candy that you and riwoo would eat once a year together when it’d stop in your town.

truthfully, you’d also never felt this way about anyone. you’d known riwoo for the better part of your life and he’d always been your closest confidant. of course there was one point when you’d developed a very, very (obviously, very) small crush on him during your freshman year. how could you not? you weren’t blind, after all. nonetheless, you swallowed that as quickly as it had rose, ultimately deciding that being friends was better than something that could potentially end complicated. 

you wondered if he had weighed the odds. you wondered when the feelings grew strong enough to cast away any doubts of it not working out. if he was willing to take the risk. you wondered when his heart began to beat for you. and you wondered when yours started the same rhythm.

was it when he started to work out, changing from the awkward boy you’d met in middle school to the well-defined abs and arms now? was it when he started to smile with his eyes, opening up to everyone around him? was it when he became sure of himself, full of confidence? or when he’d pay attention to every little detail about you, remembering things you sometimes would forget about yourself? was it when he walked with you everyday in highschool? or when you got drunk for the first time and kissed him in the parking lot of a krispy kreme your sophomore year? 

or maybe it was none—and all of them combined—that solidified the feelings deep within you. you always knew it somewhere deep down, that all your past lovers resembled him in one way or another. he was someone you always kept close, even if he wasn’t with you. 

“y/n,” he asked breathily, basking in the final moments before the sun had fully set. “can i ask you something?” but if the question of which was prettier—the man at your side or the sunset in front of you—were to ever arise, you fear the answer would be simple: riwoo, with his soft features, confident aura, and gentle personality. every time. 

you bit the inside of your cheek. “yes.”

“why’d you try and set me up throughout high school?”

if he had asked you a couple days ago, you would’ve been sure of your answer, but now that he was looking into your side-profile, scanning you over, you weren’t so sure. it used to be because you wanted him to have someone kind who treated him the way you knew he’d treat them. you wanted him to be happily in love, and off the market… so he could finally be off your mind. 

“i just wanted you to find someone nice. i’m sorry if i overstepped.”

he hummed contemplatively, clearly not satisfied with your answer. “can i ask you something else?”

you fought with gulping a dry throat. “sure.”

“why’d you say yes if that was the case?” your heart felt like it skipped a beat. “are you that someone nice now?”

your eyes met, time freezing in the lingering heat of summer. you had never felt warmer. there was no doubt a blush was littering your cheeks, hands shaking against the blanket you had brought from the backseat of your car. 

“can i ask you something, riwoo?” you ignored his question, though he didn’t seem to mind, humming in acceptance. your eyes flickered to a place you shouldn't have dreamt about, but his lips always looked so inviting. and, from what you could remember, they lived up to the reputation you made up in your head all those years ago. “...can i kiss you?”

darkness had set, the lamps following the bike path lighting up in sync. it was cinematic, and you would have laughed at the clicheness of the situation if you weren't so focused on your distance that gradually closed. all the surrounding sounds; crickets chirping and cicadas singing, even kids' screeches from the nearby playground faded out, like it was only you two on the entire planet.

“if you’ll be mine?”

before your lips could touch, you mumbled, “have been for a while,” against him, meeting halfway. It was like fireworks went off inside you, setting your heart aflame and illuminating the stars behind your eyes. he knew you were perfect for him, and you’d never (ever) thought the opposite of him. his touch was something soft that grounded all your worries. it always had been. his voice was the sole thing that pulled you out of dark places, it always had been. and it always would be. 

there was a first for everything, but you were glad it was riwoo on the other end. after all, it was the summer-nights like these that you’d grow to remember forever.

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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.

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[witchakyeon]

❧ Celestial | Hyuken Oneshot

Jaehwan wanted to do something special for Sanghyuk.

He still had much to learn about mortal affairs, but he had been with Sanghyuk for many seasons, long enough to know that he was extremely busy and stressed every winter. Jaehwan didn’t particularly understand—school was one the most enjoyable periods of his existence as an angel—but apparently, mortals even did education differently. His lover insisted it was hell on Earth.

Jaehwan thought that was a bit dramatic. If hell had come to Earth, they surely wouldn’t be alive anymore, especially if Taekwoon was in a sour mood. The celestial of death and the underworld was known to be temperamental most of the time, even when the celestial of seasons and vegetation was home. Taekwoon adored Hakyeon more than any other living thing in the universe, and he was still the same condescending, moody person that bickered with the celestial of the heavens until Wonshik was ready to physically wrestle him that Jaehwan always knew.

Regardless, Sanghyuk had exhausted himself so much this season that he had fallen ill, and the moment he recovered, he was back to his studies and his work. Things had settled down since then, but Jaehwan felt awful about his lover pushing himself so hard. Sanghyuk only spent a few days resting—and fussing about being contagious while Jaehwan took care of him even though the angel insisted he was immune to mortal diseases—and it took weeks for his symptoms to go away.

Jaehwan hated how tired he looked, how he had recently lost interest in his hobbies because of the change in the seasons, and how many hours he spent in front of his computer. The angel often had the entire day to himself even when he set aside time to work on his art while his lover only had a few hours to sleep. He didn’t like that at all.

He wanted to help Sanghyuk rest during his break. He wanted to do something special for him that would make the end of such a long year meaningful—memorable—but he was having a hard time figuring out exactly what that something special should be.

So he asked the second most important mortal in his life for help. Hongbin suggested a few things—an expensive gift for the upcoming holiday, a vacation out of their realm, a fancy meal. None of those things rang any bells. Birthdays warranted the biggest celebration in their relationship, and Jaehwan prepared most of the meals in their home on the account that Sanghyuk could not cook a proper meal if the universe itself were in danger. And Sanghyuk had only processed the fact that Jaehwan was an angel—technically fallen but not banished yet willingly Earthbound—very recently. He wasn’t ready to travel between realms yet. He had a sensitive stomach.

The angel was nearly on the verge of despair when Hongbin proposed another idea.

“Why don’t you dress up for him, then? Do you have any lingerie?”

“You mean underwear? I wear that all the time. Sanghyuk spends more time complaining about it getting in the way than he does appreciating it.”

“First of all, I didn’t need to know that. Second, lingerie and underwear are two completely different things. Lingerie is for appeal. It’s fancier, more expensive, and more suggestive than underwear.”

“How is fancy underwear going to make Sanghyuk feel better?”

Jaehwan didn’t understand the so-called appeal until Hongbin showed him some pictures, then some videos, then some of his own sets. Lingerie rang many bells—it rang every bell in Jaehwan’s brain, actually.

After recording his measurements and blowing up Hongbin’s phone with questions about conversions, he secretly placed an order with an overseas company and counted the days until his surprise arrived. Whenever his lover asked why he had blue stars marked on their calendar, Jaehwan could only grin mischievously.

The package coincidently arrived the same day Sanghyuk was out running errands with his older sister Sowon for the afternoon, leaving Jaehwan plenty of time to soak in a warm bath and figure out all the buckles and adjustable straps over the phone with Hongbin’s help before he returned home.

“Jae,” Sanghyuk called softly from the living room as the front door clicked shut behind him. “I’m back from unwillingly driving my obnoxious sister around and trying not to swerve into oncoming traffic every five minutes. Where are you?”

Jaehwan felt his cheeks flush as he stared at himself in their bathroom mirror. He had never felt this pretty in clothes before. Most angels were comfortable nude, and when they did dress, it was always in something loose and breathable, never in restrictive, limiting garments—which mortals had been wearing for centuries. Lingerie was definitely a fine line between nude and dressed, and as Jaehwan teased the thin, lacy fabric on his hips, he wondered if Sanghyuk would think he looked pretty, too. He wondered if he would appreciate his surprise. He wondered if he would finally be able to unwind, if only for a little while.

“Jae?” Sanghyuk called, his footsteps drawing closer as Jaehwan’s heartbeat rang in his ears. The angel turned off the light, stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the end of their bed as he waited for his lover to find him. “Are we playing another hiding and seeking game? I brought-”

Before Jaehwan knew it, Sanghyuk pushed the door to their bedroom open and stood in the doorway with his mouth open and a bundle of red adonis in his hand.

They stared at each other for a long time. Was this supposed to happen? Jaehwan should have asked Hongbin for more advice. His best friend insisted they would both know what to do, but he wasn’t sure if Sanghyuk was even breathing.

“I brought you flowers...” Sanghyuk finally exhaled. He had a mixed expression on his gorgeous face and snowflakes in his hair. It was almost as if he was struggling to understand what was going on and attempting to let go of control at the same time. Jaehwan wanted to kiss him senseless, but he stayed put on their bed.

“Come over here and give them to me, then,” Jaehwan responded, his voice soft and sweet as he blinked slowly at his lover.

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[oraclekleo]

Happy birthday to Hyuk! 💜💜💜

Let's revisit his reading.

Han Sang Hyuk (VIXX) Kinky Reading

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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.

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one day, i will stop falling in love with you. some day, someone will like me like i like you. until then, i'll drink my coffee, eat my pie, pretend that we are more than friends. then, of course i'll let you break my heart again.⠀–— from, “Let You Break My Heart Again - Laufey & Philharmonia Orchestra”

&.⠀⠀CHARACTERS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀NAIRA CHRISTIANSEN, CARTER KIM. &.⠀⠀WORD COUNT⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀2.7K &.⠀⠀WARNINGS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀suggestive content, manipulation. &.⠀⠀NOTES⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀apologizing in advance. it's not heavy but it approaches being heavy. carter (derogatory) can be found at @genav0s. naira's (unfortunately) a little dumb in this one but i really can't blame her! not proofread bc i never proofread anything <3 takes place in 2019 when both of them had way too much time on their hands.

Naira feels the buzz of her phone before she can process its awakening by her side. 

Her hands, covered in the gray mush that rests on her wheel, scramble to grab onto the towel that lies discarded beneath the carefully sectioned block wrapped up in plastic. The mush splatters onto her cotton overalls as the wheel comes to a halt. The music playing in her ears mimics the wheel, ceasing to play as her ringtone fills her ears through the white headphones attached to the jack of her phone. 

She huffs in frustration as the towel sticks to her hands. Pressing against the material, she silently prays she can free up a few fingers before the call disappears. 

It’s 2am in Seoul, midnight in Bangkok. 

“Must be important,” is what she tries to rationalize in her mind as she continues the scramble.

The ringing ends before she can put the towel down. With a low curse under her breath, she relents to cleaning her other hand. Before she can pick up the phone, it buzzes with a notification.

thought i was special :(

A scoff leaves her lips, her hands clamoring to answer the melodramatic man on the other end of the text. 

it’s 2am carter

She responds, fighting off a smile that pulls at her cheeks and warms her skin. 

The late-night texts from the Canadian were nothing new between the pair. In the month or so since the two had begun whatever this was, Naira had found herself in conversation—or in his sheets—more times than she would readily admit to the other members of their respective groups. A part of her found it a bit embarrassing; how easily he could draw her in with his empty words and blistering kisses. But they were good together. So good she’d forget her name and giggle a bit too loud at his half-assed flirtations. 

It takes a simple, come over, for Naira to pull herself away from her wheel. She smiles a bit too widely and moves a bit too quickly. With a glance towards her reflection in the mirror adorning the left side of her entryway, she grabs her keys with one hand while fluffing her hair with the other. 

He doesn’t try to text her again as she makes the drive from her apartment to his penthouse on the west side of the city. Naira’s not sure she would even notice a text coming from him with the way her imagination runs wild. The embarrassment of the situation is lost on her. She can’t bring herself to worry about the chances of getting caught when she can practically feel the warmth of his body and the drawl in his voice pulling her in gently. 

Her hands shake in anticipation as she twists the key—one he’d taken her to get a copy of last week. His foyer is dark, devoid of both light and life. He had just moved in the day before she had gotten her copy of his key. She remembers the box tossed to the side of his couch; the same box she had tripped over as she lied to Sanghyuk and Romeo about her presence in the kitchen that early morning. 

The fading smell of cigarettes draws her to his room where he stands over his record player. His favorite ashtray sits on the small nightstand next to the wall of vinyl she had organized for him—by genre and artist—the last night she was here.

“What am I doing here?” 

Naira rubs at her face. The cold from the blistering wind battered at her nose, chapping her lips during her walk from the parking garage to his door. 

Her accent blends familiarly into the consonants. The English leaves her lips with the subtlest twang of uncertainty; though she’s fairly sure he senses it from the way he smiles graciously. 

They always spoke in English. Carter never cared enough to pretend to learn Thai for her. She had asked him about it once during one of their early encounters on a company trip to Tokyo back in September. He had looked away from her naked face as he told her that he felt safe around her—vulnerable might have been the word he used back then. 

Naira wasn’t quite sure she bought it then. But she couldn’t think much about it after the words left his mouth. And how could she? Not when his chest was so warm underneath her blossoming cheek. Not when his hands wandered slowly beneath the covers shielding her bare chest. Her mind let go of the thought just as quickly as she perceived it. 

She never asked him again.

Carter barely spares her a glance before motioning her over to his side. Sensing her wariness of the lit cigarette resting in the ashtray, Carter chuckles, taking a slow drag before stubbing out the flame in the tray it once lay in. With a release of her shoulders, Naira carefully crawls into the mess of his sheets, perching herself against the headboard to watch as his tanned hands skim over his collection of records.

“What are you doing here?”

He laughs at her question.

It was one of the things that annoyed her about him. Everything seemed to be a joke to Carter Kim. That distinct, perfect laugh he always managed to release made her feel smaller than she already was by his side. He’d throw his head back. His perfectly browned, floppy hair mirrored his movements; falling back, perfectly, over his face once he was done. She’d get caught up in the shine of his perfect teeth—another thing that annoyed her about him. 

Carter Kim was always perfect.

“I can’t answer that for you, hon.”

Hon. It was embarrassing the way she sucked in a breath at the release of the pet name he had chosen for her. If Carter noticed, he never said a word, continuing on in that perfect Canadian drawl he added to the ends of his sentences. 

“I called, you didn’t pick up. I asked you to come over, and you did. Don’t know why.”

She rolls her eyes playfully at that, leaning up to shove at his shoulder. 

“You know why.” She mutters slowly. 

Her hand caught in Carter’s as he continued to skim his collection. With a tug, she’s pushing herself off his bed and onto her feet. He guides her hands to the player. Having finally picked an album to play, her fingers nudge the play button at his will. French Exit’s opening track soothes out of the player so low Naira strains to recognize it. 

With a turn, Carter finally faces her. A shared glance is all it takes before her hands are on her waist—hers crawling from his shoulders to the nape of his neck—and his lips are on hers. In what feels like forever, Naira lets go of any clever quips loaded to bite back at the Libra. 

“I knew it,”—he’s deliciously breathless between kisses—“you’re obsessed with me.” 

Naira groans into his mouth, pulling away to shake her head. He’s pulling her wrist to his lips before she can think of any words to say. 

That was simply all it took for her to lose herself in him. That was what it always took. A tug of her waist, a caress of her neck, the sweeping off of her feet. 

Naira was aware of the absence of rationality every time she let him draw her in like this. She was aware of the way he tugged at her boundaries, pushing them a bit farther every time he summoned her with a text. She was aware that she knew next to nothing about him—instead, he would distract her from any personal details the same way he lured her to his bed in the first place. She had known all these things, but all of a sudden she was aware.

He bites at her neck—something he never did—and it rouses her out of her Carter-induced haze. With a jump, she pulls away from him, suddenly too aware of all the things she knew before. All the things she chose to ignore. His eyebrows furrow as the record changes to the next song. The silence between the two of them cut away at any notes lifting from the player. Their eyes catch in a deadlock, Carter’s firm hands unmoving from their place underneath her shirt, her own pulling into a fist from their place on his chest. 

“I’m obsessed with you.” She whispers. The edge of her lip twinges in realization, and his eyes remain fixed on hers. Unrelenting and emotionless. 

“Hon,” he sighs, finally breaking eye contact. His arms bring her in closer as he tries to distract her once more, “Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” 

He laughs again. Naira grits her teeth, turning her head away from him. 

“Yes, Carter.” She snaps. If he was taken by surprise at her outburst, he doesn’t let on to it. 

“I’m obsessed with you and that’s a fucking problem.” 

His eyebrows raise as his hands loosen their hold on her body. Naira frees herself from his grip, suddenly feeling uneasy in his presence. Her anxious pacing does nothing to tick Carter off. Instead, his eyes slowly track her movement away from his side to the other side of his room. 

“Why are you doing this?” Carter groans, his hands resting on his hips. Eyes continuing to track Naira’s pacing figure. 

“Because you…” Her words fail her with a groan. She can feel the words on the tip of her tongue but they don’t connect to her brain. And it frustrates her. 

“Because I what, Naira?” His voice rings out once again, this time much harsher. She makes contact with his eyes through the mirror laid out in front of her. She can just make out the furrowing of his eyebrows and the irritation set in his hardened jaw. 

“Because you’re not obsessed with me.” 

The words connect with her brain in Korean. 

The switch visibly knocks Carter off of his chilly pedestal, the shock marked in his face striking Naira. She—admittedly—had never conceived Carter could process any other emotions beyond being smug and just okay. The shock held a bit of fear she could not begin to recognize amongst his features. It was odd how quickly it all happened. How quickly he became an entirely different person altogether. How quickly she could knock him off balance and a version of himself she was sure not many people could get to.

“I don’t understand,” He resorts to English once more. Though Naira understands what he truly means, she refuses to meet him there. With a shake of her head she mutters, “Of course not.”

His arms cross over his chest, guarding himself from Naira’s words. The pensive anxiety in his eyes brings Naira to turn to face him. He refuses to meet her eyes. 

“You know, there’s only a few things the girls can all agree about recently.” She trails off, drawing herself closer to his guarded figure. “And I should’ve listened closer when they said you were a problem.”

Stoic as ever, Carter takes one step closer to Naira, towering over her as he does so. His eyes held a darkness she had never seen in him before, different from the general emptiness they usually held whenever they met up on their late nights.

“How am I the problem, hon?” He hums, his hands reaching out to brush the hair away from her face. Pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail held in the fist of his hand, he tugs her closer to him; her legs following the yanking of her body. 

With a whine, Naira shuts her eyes.

“Can you tell me? Why am I the problem?” His voice is impossibly deep, oozing with both venom and lust in a way that shakes Naira out of her anger and back into that trance. “What happened, hon? You were so worked up a minute ago. Telling me that I’m the problem.” 

Naira sucks in a deep breath, attempting to hold on to the last amount of autonomy she can muster. It’s all too much. His voice and the way it surrounds her. It swirls in her mind, envelops all of her thoughts, and chases them off leaving nothing but him. She can smell the mint and nicotine on his breath. A smell she had come to associate with the late nights in his sheets, covered only by the thin silk and his warm hands. 

Then his lips are everywhere. Attaching themselves to her clavicle, his body bending down to meet her height. His hair tickling at her skin, his familiar clean shampoo flooding her senses. Trailing up her neck with his hands holding her to him in their impossibly tight grip. Undoubtedly, leaving a slow trail marking where he’d been along her side. Then they press against her jaw, drawing what little will she has left. 

“How could I be the problem, hon?” He hums against her skin. “I’m spoiled by you. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” Her breath escapes her as he speaks against her lips. Low and controlled, steady in a way she could never begin to pull herself away from.

“All I can do is live and breathe you. Only you.” 

His hands move again. Falling away from her hair as if offering her release. When she doesn’t take the opportunity, they pull her body closer to his. Those wandering hands traveling down her arms and bringing them under his control. They pull hers to their familiar place on his chest. He’s a furnace, burning at her hands but so inviting she falls into line with him.

“I couldn’t let you go if I tried, hon. I’m yours.” His face cradles itself into her neck, his whispers slowly crawling into her ears. 

“I’m yours.” 

Carefully controlled desperation leaks into his tone, furrowing Naira’s eyebrows as she fights against her better interests. Sure that he’s sensed this, her hands ball into fists once more, pressing against his chest as if begging for her release from the hold he’s captivated her into. 

“Relax for me, hon.” He soothes, all too familiar to her ears. “Open those eyes for me, pretty girl.” His words pull at her will, ripping her away from her judgment and leaving her waiting for his next words. 

As if in control of her reflexes, her eyes pry themselves open, receiving the sight of his own gazing intently into hers. It’s all too much for her; his voice, his commands, his heat, his presence. It consumes her control over her own body and it relinquishes its autonomy to him without much of a fight. Her hands relax from their bounding tightness, her voice loses its edge, and tears begin to flow from her eyes. It’s all too much for her.

“There’s my girl,” Carter hums. His forehead presses to hers, a hand lifting her chin to keep her eyes on his.

“I can’t be the problem. Not when I make you feel this good.” 

All sirenic, his voice seeps into her psyche, pulling her out of her own body and leaving her defenseless. Then his lips are on hers and everything melts away. All her anger, all her control, all her confusion. Left in its place is a yearning for his touch, a desperation for his kiss.

Effortlessly, he carries her to his bed. Laying her down as he hovers over her.

She can barely breathe as he pulls at her shirt. Her mind carried away in a sea of loss. All she can think and feel and do is him. It leaves her in a daze that disconnects her mind from her words. And despite it all, she can’t push him away. 

She can’t bring herself to let him go.

[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 😭

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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.

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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.

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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.

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꒰ 𝐑𝐈𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐅 ꒱ 이상혁

summary : what i think riwoo would be like as your boyfriend

genre : mdni !! smut, fluff, riwoo x afab!reader, headcanon tws : language, eventual nsfw (specified) author notes : consider me obsessed with him word count : 0.5k

── ✦ best boy vibes

── the cutest bf you’ll ever have btw

── smiley bb

── ✦ gives picnic date vibes

── dreamy sunset vibes with a breeze

── ✦ plays with your hair 110% of the time

── learned how to braid

── likes when you play with his hair too, especially when you’re about to nap

── ✦ have to hug him while he falls asleep

── ✦ skinship lover on the lowkey

── hand on your leg

── fingers intertwined any chance he gets

── likes bare skin touches ‘cause it feels closer </3

── ✦ kinda shy but very active !!

── puppy bf agenda

── ✦ literally developed the same hobbies as you

── wants to do that trend where you paint two pictures together and switch every couple of minutes

── makes you do tiktoks with him

── takes you shopping so you can give your detailed input on everything he buys

── speaking of clothes, he’ll def match (or coordinate) with you !!

── ✦ quality time is his love language btw

── sits with you while you do work / homework and asks useless questions so you pay attention to him

── ✦ falls asleep on the couch with you while you watch movies or TV shows

── head on your chest or vise versa

── ✦ def pretends to like stuff at first just because you do, but then actually ends up enjoying it

── results: listens to whatever music you like ‘cause it reminds him of you when you’re not there

── supports the late night snaking agenda

── avid dress to impress player duos with you

nsfw 18+ minors do not engage !!

── ✦ now i had to really think whether he’d be a sub or dom and i’ve come to the conclusion that he’ll sub for you OR be the best service dom you’ve ever had in your life !!

── loves being told what to do and what’s working for you

── will also take control just to make you dumb fuels his ego

── ✦ TW: smirk

── ✦ firm giver.

── wants to be squished by your thighs btw so sit on his face

── eats it for his pleasure catch him humping the bed

── ✦ nicknames >> your or his name

── mostly “baby, babe, babygirl, love, princess, angel” yk very tame but endearing stuff

── call him a good boy ..haha

── ✦ hesitant at first to try new things, but will do it if you really want to

── more often than not he ends up liking it !!

── ✦ is just happy to be there tbh

── ✦ softest smile you’ll ever see looking down at you while you give him head

── doesn’t push / lets you do all the work you want to him

── mouth open, head lulled back when he’s close btw

── ✦ whiny (sighhhhh)

── probably has a voice kink for you :D

── not very verbal but can talk you through it

── ✦ he’s up there as one of the neediest members of bnd in my book

── just squirms until you notice

── soft touches and longing looks

── puppy bf but lazy can probably go 2-3 with short breaks

── ✦ another hand restrainor i fear

── mostly by holding them <///3

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[genav0s]

❚❙❘    *       /     AVOS CINEMATIC UNIVERSE     [  .  .  .  ]

trigger/content warnings : death, accidents, childhood trauma, blood & allusion to attempted suicide

⠀ ━━━━ ⠀INTRO ㅤ : ㅤ the avos universe explores the pain of adolescence. through parallel themes within their music and in their videos, fans have noticed the stages of the road to adulthood are split into acts divided by each of avos’ tours in support of those albums.

✶.   (ㅤTHE NARRATORS.ㅤ)   –—  the members each portray different versions of the protagonist in music videos through appearances as narrators for each comeback film. each narrator has a specific purpose within the universe with different motives and povs within the protagonist's story.

SANGHYUK : commonly referred to by the name “元” meaning ORIGIN, sanghyuk’s version of narrator is the first introduction to the universe’s protagonist. he is most often the vessel used to explore the 3rd person observation of the protagonist’s story and is perceived as being the most reliable narrator of the five presented within the storyline.

CARTER : commonly referred to by the name “巖” meaning DANGER, carter’s version of narrator is the second introduction to the universe’s protagonist. he is the outer voice of the protagonist itself used to better describe the protagonist as if speaking to someone who does not know them. it is clear that this narrator is the least reliable of the five narrators because it is an image set up to make the protagonist appear without flaw.

IAN : commonly referred to by the name “男” meaning SON, ian’s version of narrator is the third introduction to the universe’s protagonist. he is the description of the protagonist through the words of those who know them best. while he is not as reliable as sanghyuk, he is more accurate than carter and usually conveys the most emotional recounts of the protagonist’s life.

ROMEO : commonly referred to by the name “眞” meaning GENUINE, romeo’s version of narrator is the fourth introduction to the universe’s protagonist. he is the inner voice of the protagonist used to describe the thoughts of the universe’s protagonist. although it is not explicitly stated, romeo is the most important narrator as he holds total truth behind the protagonist’s thoughts, actions, and experiences.

HWASEONG : commonly referred to by the name “智” meaning WISDOM, hwaseong’s version of narrator is the final introduction to the universe’s protagonist. he is the all-knowing being that is exempt from emotion or past experience with the protagonist. because he has never interacted with the protagonist, he lacks the context that makes sanghyuk the most reliable narrator and the personal bias that makes carter the least reliable narrator.

✶ . ㅤ ╱ ㅤACT I : THE YEARNINGㅤ˒

CORRESPONDING ALBUMS : sentimental, nostalgic night, adore, perfection, stories of an eternal heartbreak, & deep end

NOTES : the story begins with the first three albums serving as the prologue for the story orchestrated by the group. the protagonist is usually portrayed by all five members in turns. fans have concluded that this element is important in understanding which elements of the storyline are imagined, which have actually happened, and what themes to expect.

–—    *       :     THE MUSIC VIDEOS  !      [  . . .  ]     

DEBUT SERIES : explore the protagonist’s first encounter with the concept of love. the narrator themes (origin, danger, son, genuine, and wisdom) are also introduced during these videos through brief monologues by the members. these monologues often feature the particular member speaking as the protagonist, revealing the nature and motive of the spoken words.

PERFECTION : the first music video that completely focuses on one member, romeo, as the protagonist. in this video, the protagonist experiences the rush of developing meaningful feelings for someone outside of the previously identified characters in the capitulum series. symbolized through a bright pastel fever dream, the rush of emotions eventually give out and he collapses back to reality. with romeo as the protagonist, it is clear that the protagonist has only imagined the events.

BLAME : the music video focuses on sanghyuk as the protagonist. he is no longer a teenager in this video and is instead married to the girl who appeared in the perfection music video. a young actor who resembles sanghyuk witnesses the intense emotions sanghyuk experiences as he fights with his wife. towards the end of the music video, the boy escapes out of the back door of the home, as his mother runs after him into the road, the video cuts to black. the sound of a car horn is the last thing heard before the video ends. with sanghyuk as the member who appears in the video, it is clear that the protagonist is actually the young boy and not the father who sanghyuk portrays.

YOU ( 너 ) : the music video features hwaseong as the protagonist. a scene in which hwaseong is running is repeated throughout the video, with slight inconsistencies or differences in hwaseong’s appearance or his surroundings. finally, in the last repeated scene hwaseong comes face to face with a hall of infinite mirrors, instead of his reflection on the other side, carter is seen. hwaseong as the protagonist reveals that the events are from the deepest corners of the protagonist's mind, carter’s appearance at the end alludes to danger in the future.

✶ . ㅤ ╱ ㅤACT II : THE HONEYMOONㅤ˒

CORRESPONDING ALBUMS : faultlines, v, nemesis, rhamnusia, & aion

NOTES : the story continues with more light-hearted themes. although fans expected carter to be the protagonist in the next videos, he is not the lead, instead, ian and romeo lead this act.

–—    *       :     THE MUSIC VIDEOS  !      [  . . .  ]     

INTOXICATION : the music video focuses on carter as the protagonist. with the protagonist being a teenager again, he is spending a night out with friends. with friends surrounding him, the protagonist is euphoric as he is seen drinking, dancing, and smoking throughout the video. eventually, the love interest depicted throughout the first act approaches him and the two share a heated kiss under strobed lights and a blur of people dancing around them. carter’s role as the protagonist is a description of the protagonist from those who know him best, it might not be the most accurate description of what happened that night.

YESTERDAY : the music video focuses on carter as the protagonist again. continuing with the love interest depicted in intoxication, the pair is seen wandering around the city, engaging in mischievous activities, and stopping along the way to show off their new connection with one another.

NEMESIS : switches to focus on romeo as the protagonist. at the beginning of the video, he is confronted with a maze full of twists and mirrors. each of the mirrors reveals a different version of himself or glimpses into moments in his life that have already occurred. several times, events that have already been narrated or played by other members are re-visited with romeo in their place. at the end of the video, he stumbles out of the maze and onto an empty street, sweaty and out of breath. the same horn from the blame music video is heard as romeo turns to face it. he is emotionless before the video cuts to black.

EVE : the music video switches back to focusing on carter as the protagonist. the video picks up where the video for yesterday left off. the two stumble through the streets of the city clearly drunk on both alcohol and love. he walks her to her doorstep, leaving with a kiss on her lips before he turns to walk back home himself. at his door is a clearly exhausted, out-of-breath romeo, carter stops in his tracks.

HOCUS POCUS : the music video focuses on romeo as the last protagonist of this act. instead of continuing the story from where it last left off, it explores a prior concept from the first act. caught up in a dream again, the protagonist’s closest friends and family continuously disappear anytime he gets too close to them. in a sudden burst of smoke and light, he is left by himself multiple times before the end of the video where he approaches his reflection and attempts to touch it. he also disappears, leaving carter in his place.

✶ . ㅤ ╱ ㅤACT III : THE DOWNPOURㅤ˒

CORRESPONDING ALBUMS : in : retrospect, in : introspect, in : healing, & she left before dawn

NOTES : the story picks up immediately where it left off with carter leading the third act. the themes in this act are noticeably darker than in the previous two. the music videos within the in series, love scenario, continue?, and easy:uneasy, explore carter’s place within the storyline so far. the three-part series featured an interlude film before their release in which carter narrates pieces of a poem about living among the dead.

–—    *       :     THE MUSIC VIDEOS  !      [  . . .  ]     

LOVE SCENARIO : begins with carter appearing among the smoke left behind after romeo attempts to touch his reflection. the world around him begins to rewind before carter finds himself face to face with the young boy from sanghyuk’s protagonist story in the blame music video. the boy points to the road where a singular flower rests in the road.

CONTINUE ? : picks up with carter picking up the flower in the road. the flower disintegrates in his hands while sanghyuk rushes out to envelop the young boy in his arms, walking through carter as if he isn’t there. before carter can attempt to speak to sanghyuk, he is whisked away to ian’s protagonist in the eve music video. as ian comes across romeo at his doorstop, carter interferes with their meeting. upon realizing carter’s appearance, the two others turn to face him.

EASY:UNEASY : hwaseong’s protagonist in the you (너) music video sees carter on the other side of the mirror instead of his own reflection. hwaseong stumbles away from the mirror and as he turns to face the camera, carter takes his place. the world once again swirls around carter before he is faced with the protagonist’s love interest. she gasps and attempts to touch him, carter tries to stop her but soon realizes she can only see him as ian and not carter.

WHERE THE LIGHT IS LOST : begins with carter standing in the maze of mirrors seen in prior videos. in each mirror around him, different protagonists in different moments of the protagonist’s life are seen. the world begins to swirl around carter again as he winces. finally, everything comes to a halt and carter now holds a gun to his head, hands shaking as he presses against the trigger. the four other versions of the protagonist turn to face him. the video cuts to black.

✶ . ㅤ ╱ ㅤACT IV : THE BARGAINㅤ˒

CORRESPONDING ALBUMS : *her & an upcoming album

NOTES : although still dark, this act is noticeably brighter in terms of lighting and imagery, only alluding to the darker themes. only one music video has been released in this act, the second half of the act will be released before the group embarks on their next tour.

–—    *       :     THE MUSIC VIDEOS  !      [  . . .  ]     

GOODBYE ROAD : in the music video for goodbye road carter is seen panicking as shattered glass surrounds him. tears streak down his face as he attempts to reassemble the mirrors, only cutting his hands in the process. blood drips from his palms as he is frantically picking up the glass shards. a hand touches his shoulder causing him to stop in his tracks and look up. the young boy appears by his side.

[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.

[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.)

[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 🤍

[lost-inthedream]

Oooh can you imagine staring at sanghyuk’s tattoo on his side? And how it moves when he moves?

Dead

- Italian anon

This is too much to me 🔥🔥

If I got a boyfriend with a side tattoo I would make him do everything bare chest at home 😚