#seunghan angst

[wonhes]

ᝰ. TEXTS WITH SITUATIONSHIP!SEUNGHAN ☏ !!

warnings !! cursing and mentions of hooking up

[[ authors note !! i think situationships can be messy, rocky and unpredictable. i tried portraying that 🙏 if u find urself in a situationship RUN. unless it’s with seunghan then my ass would happily stay 🤣 ]]

[lilbluustar]

seunghan's toxic traits as a boyfriend

seunghan seems like the purest, most devoted boyfriend in the world: loving, caring, attentive, always wanting to make sure you're okay. BUT... all that can turn into a double-edged sword. even though he looks all cute, he also has his dark sides that can make you lose your mind.

⊹ too protective (almost to the point of smothering you)

wants to know that you are safe at ALL times.

if you go out with your friends, he says:

"let me know when you get there, ok? and if you need me to pick you up, let me know."

at first it's nice, but then...

if you take too long to answer him, he starts to worry too much.

if you leave without telling him, he might say, "i thought we were going to be together today..." in that hurt little voice that makes you feel guilty even though you didn't do anything wrong.

and if he sees another guy getting too close to you, he first checks himself, but then he holds your hand tighter as if to say, 'remember you're mine.'

(literally not possessive in a ‘I forbid you to do this’ kind of way, but his emotional intensity can make you feel like you need to prioritize him at all times).

⊹ he doesn't know how to be alone (and that makes him dependent)

seunghan loves to be with you. too much.

if a single day goes by without seeing each other, he texts you every hour.

he always looks for excuses to be near you.

when you are together, he hugs you as if he is going to lose you at any moment.

and if at any moment you feel distant or colder with him...

he starts to worry TOO much.

He may think you don't love him the same anymore, even if you're just busy.

asks you things like, "don't you feel the same way about me anymore?" in such a fragile voice that it BREAKS YOU.

(yes, this boy feels EVERYTHING very intensely, which is beautiful...but also a bit exhausting).

⊹ when he gets angry, he gets COLD (and it hurts more than yelling)

seunghan is not one to fight loudly.

BUT...when something really hurts him, instead of arguing, he COMPLETELY shuts down.

he leaves you on the sidelines for hours.

he becomes distant, responds with monosyllables.

he acts like he doesn't care anymore, but he's actually hurting inside.

and the worst part? he doesn't tell you what's wrong until you insist a thousand times.

until he finally blurts out, "it doesn't matter. i just thought you knew me better." (and there you are, heartbroken because now you're the one who has to fix it).

⊹ his possessive side comes out only in intimacy

in day to day life he is a tender and devoted boyfriend.

BUT... in intimacy it's a different story.

when he feels others are looking at you too much, he uses it as an excuse to remind you that you're his.

he may appear calm, but when you provoke him, he grabs you around the waist firmly and whispers, "look only at me."

if he feels jealous, instead of claiming you, he shows it to you in a slower, more physical way, making sure you don't think of anyone else.

(basically, his toxicity in this regard is that he makes you feel like there's no one else in the world who could touch you like this. and that, is addictive).

⊹ too loyal, too fast

from the first month of relationship, he is already talking about the future together.

"what do you want our house to be like?", "if we had kids, what would we name them?" and they had barely been dating for weeks.

his love has no brakes, and sometimes it's scary how fast it progresses.

⊹ if he feels ignored, he goes into dramatic mode without wanting

he wouldn't claim you directly, but suddenly he becomes the quietest man in the world.

"don't worry, i'm sure you're busy, i don't want to bother you."

and now you stop EVERYTHING to give him attention because you feel like you made him feel bad, even though it was really just in his head.

⊹ he's one of those who suffers in silence and then lets it all out at once

he doesn't claim you at the time, but one day out of the blue he tells you "two months ago you did something that hurt me a lot."

TWO MONTHS? WHY DIDN'T HE SAY IT BEFORE?

⊹ he loves you so much that he sometimes forgets that you are two separate people

he wants to do EVERYTHING with you and for you to do EVERYTHING with him.

if you tell him you need time alone, he blurts out, "but….. did i do something wrong? do you need space from me?" and now you feel bad.

⊹ jealousy disguised as insecurity

isn't the type who would forbid you to hang out with someone, but he would ask in a low tone, "are you having more fun with him than with me?"

doesn't get angry, but he gets quiet and sad when you feel you should be enjoying yourself.

if you hug him, he says "are you going to want to keep hugging me after being with him?" and you immediately feel guilty about absolutely nothing.

⊹ he's very sweet, but his outbursts of passion can scare you

if he feels insecure, he suddenly kisses you with more intensity than usual and says "tell me it's just me."

his love is almost desperate when he fears losing you.

he feels everything too strongly

he loves with all his soul, but that means he also suffers with the same intensity.

if you argue, you see him too affected, with glassy eyes, saying

"i don't want to fight with you, please."

seunghan seems like the perfect boyfriend: loving, caring, attentive and protective. BUT... his emotional intensity, his fear of losing you and his tendency to hold everything in until he explodes can drive you crazy. he's not someone who forbids things or is manipulative in the traditional sense, but the way he's so reliant on the relationship can make you feel like you have to prioritize him above all else.

he makes you feel guilty even when you are right.

[antoncyng]

౨ৎ. SUFFERED - h.sh

synopsis - dreaming about his presence started to hurt again, so it was time to finally watch the VHS.

genre / warning(s) - angst, mentions of death, somewhat based off of 20th century girl, vhs tape is different tho, flashbacks based in 1999

word count - 1.0k (first fic to hit 1k???)

author’s note - this fic is for @cupidhoons because this woman wanted her heartbroken so what better way than to make it about seunghan :33 love u liz! want to read m0re . . ? cl1ck here !

24 YEARS.

24 years was the length you’ve had to suffer without the love of your life by your side.

waking up from this dream was a nightmare, the more you tried to reach out and save him, the farther you would get. it was so hard to accept the fact he was gone, no matter how long it’s been.

the words spilling out of his bestfriend’s mouth still and always will break your heart, deny deny deny was all your mind could comprehend.

7.18.00 6:45 PM

“what do you mean? seunghan isn’t dead.. he’s on a family trip!” all the excuses you could think of spewed out of your mouth with tears running down your face.

“no.. no yn. he isn’t on a family trip, he never went on a family trip. just accept it, he isn’t with us anymore, how would it make sense to go on a family trip if his family came home? he died yn, he died after his surgery. it was guaranteed he would’t live for more than a month, so he did it himself. he left this for you.” sohee did the best he could keeping himself together as well, not wanting to make your situation worse.

he kept quiet and gave you a VHS tape, only to walk away soon after, it looked like he wanted to say something to you(?).

HOW could this be? it only felt like a few weeks ago that seunghan was by your side, holding your hand as you two walked along the beach together, laughing the night away together as the world blurred around the two of you. when you were together, everything just felt right.

now, it feels like nothing would feel right ever again.

6.11.24 4:37 AM

it felt so real. sweat coated your forehead and parts of your body, your breathing grew heavy by the minute, your eyes shot open with water growing in them.

you tried so so hard to reach out for seunghan, but it just looked like the more you stepped closer to him, the further he would walk away. your fingertips touched, and his body slowly started to fade away. all you could do was cry, trying to scream but nothing would come out as you watched seunghan step further into the distance with an emotional smile on his lips, you swore he had a tear running down his face. why did it feel so real?

it hurt, it hurt like someone had just ripped your heart out of your chest and walked away so emotionless. what was so scary or hard that he couldn’t tell you?

you got out of bed, walking towards your desk and opened the drawer, pulling out the VHS tape sohee gave you 24 years ago, you never pulled yourself enough to throw it away. slipping it into the player, the video started to play.

sitting back in your chair, you didn’t know what to expect. a song started playing, it rang in your ears like a shooting star of nostalgia.

“are you alright? how are you doing these days? are you crying again..”

you heard his singing voice call out to you, it brought you to tears.

“because i’m not there? we used to chat a lot, now i don’t see your fine face..”

he appeared on the screen, guitar in his hands as his face focused on the strings, the tears slipped out of your eyes. he’s still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, the most beautiful person you’ll ever meet.

the song stopped. a few clips of the beach you two always walked on together showed, there were clips of the places you loved to bring him to. you were shown clips of yourself falling asleep in an empty classroom, seunghan’s voice in the back.

“look at this girl, she told me she would stay behind during lunch to study..”

more clips were shown, memories were flooding your mind. then it cut to a scene on the beach, it seemed like the phone was set up.

and there he was again, your beautiful boy. just the sight of him on the old tv had your heart melting, he was just so pretty.

“hi yn. if you’re seeing this, you must be very angry with me.” he started off, chuckling dryly. “i recorded this before i went to the u.s. for my surgery, and you must already know the result. i’m sorry i can’t tell you, i would if i really could, but everything is too much for the both of us and i figured it would be better for your life in the future to figure out like this.”

he read off of a piece of paper like a script, clearing his throat as he was already getting emotional just from reading the next words. tears were already flowing out of your eyes, but you couldn’t stop watching the tape.

“i know living without each other is hard after sticking together for so long, i want you to know i truly love you so much, but there’s a reason that i could not tell you about the guaranteed result of my surgery. i don’t think i’ll tell you that now, maybe in another century?” he dryly laughs again, before looking back at the sunset behind him.

“its nice seeing this view again before i leave, i wish i could see it with you. you’re busy a lot but i understand that, i just wish i could spend just a few more hours with you.” his voice makes it obvious he’s starting to tear up, before turning back to the camera with teary eyes like he’s about to end the video.

“but don’t worry too much, i’ll make a pretty sunset and sunrise for you so you don’t have to suffer too much without me, how does that sound? i hope you’re saying good behind this screen..” he tries to cheer himself up with a smile, distracting you from the tears rolling down his face.

“i love you so much, i’ll see you again soon. don’t suffer too much, okay?” he says, waving with his sweet smile before the video ends and the old tv audio starts buzzing again.

but what seunghan will always know, is how much you already suffered without his presence.

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PLEASE DO NOT STEAL | antoncyng 061624

thank u for reading !! i hope u didn’t get too sad :pp ending is kinda bad because i’m bad at ending stories but whatever ><

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[hcaeh]

౨ৎ . riize [ seunghan ] . chubby ! read . fluff . small angst . just cute stuff honestly >0<

꩜ ⊹₊⋆ warnings . afab reader . body shaming topics . that’s it i think!

“babyy, why are you leaving?” seunghan asks as you get up to leave the party you two were attending. “i need to go, i’m sorry han..you can stay. i know how much you wanted to come.” he pouts at you, “yeah, but i wanted to be here with you.” he grabs your arm and brings you to him, guiding you to sit on his lap. you resist and adjust yourself in front of him. “no,,” you mumble. “what? why won’t you sit?” he asks, standing up and holding your shoulders. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

“hurt me?” he tilts his head, raising one eyebrow. “don’t say such nonsense princess, you would never hurt me.” you shake your head turning your head to the side. “yes i would.” now you’re really confusing him! “where is this coming from? you’ve never hurt me before.” before you can speak, some random girl comes up to you and seunghan, “well she hasn’t when she was skinny, haha. now look at her all blub—” seunghan cuts her off with a glare, turning her way he speaks, “and who exactly are you to be talking about her like that?” “just someone who can obviously see you deserve someone better, someone who won’t crush you when they sit on you.”

you feel your eyes begin to water, your body shaky, you grab onto seunghan; your grip tight trying to pull him away. “pathetic!” she splurs, “god- you know, i could treat you so-” seunghan stops her with a ‘shut up’ motion. “i don’t need a girl that doesn’t know how to respect other people to ‘treat me better’. yn is my girl, and you could never compare.” the girl rolls her eyes and scoffs, giving up and walking away. seunghan looks down at you, his face softening when he sees you crying. “baby, don’t cry.” he wipes your flowing tears with his thumb, so lightly. “can..we go home please?” you ask burying your head into his chest. he just squeezes you in response and takes you home.

once you two are home, you immediately get undressed and put on one of seunghan’s pants and your hoodie. you sit in your bed, curled up into a ball, wondering where you went wrong. you were tugging at your hair, quietly crying, trying to just make it through the night. you hear the door open slightly, you turn your head to see seunghan with a blanket in his arms. “mind if i stay in your room tonight?” he asks, closing the door softly. you quickly wipe your tears, “it’s better if you don’t, i don’t wanna h-” he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, cutting you off. “enough with the, ‘hurting’ me shit, princess you could never hurt me.” he says, coming to you and sitting next to you.

“it’s fine. you don’t have to console me, i know what everyone thinks. i’ll do my best to fix myself for you, so that you aren’t embarrassed to be seen with me.” you respond, head looking at your fingers. “baby, don’t say this nonsense please. i’m never embarrassed to be seen with you, and i’m never going to lie to you about how i feel,” he pauses, “you mean everything to me and i’m gonna take care of you for as long as you’ll let me.” you look up at him, eyes full of tears, “i love you so much seunghan.” you say and crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. “i love you more my love.”

[sunriize]

kiss it better

seunghan x fem!reader

warnings: insinuation of a toxic relationship. starts of in a fight. lowkey gets physical (mc slaps sh). cheating accusations. cussing. toxic behaviour but always going back to each other. fluff at the end. mentions of aespa giselle (aeri) and riize eunseok. idk if anyone noticed but this is based off of/inspired by rihanna’s kiss it better but idk if i interpreted it correctly sorry if i didn’t 💀 um i cant write a fight scene for shit but i really just wanted to put this out 😣 i lowkey hate this guys. okay bye enjoy!!!

“i didn’t realise you were an expert on everything, enlighten me on how that wasn’t flirting!” seunghan spits his snarky comments.

“it was a crowded room you dipshit! we couldn’t control how much space there would be!” tears threaten to fall down your face as you and seunghan continue to argue over something that was out of anyones control.

“he was literally three millimetres away from u! he may as well have had his dick up your arse!” you could tell he was getting angry, the tips of his ears burning into a deep red while his eyebrows furrowed.

“you always do this! how many times do i have to tell you that it was out of our control” you were losing patience at this point, frustrated that your boyfriend won’t even try to understand you. “you’re acting like i did take him up my arse! you absolute monstrosity” you’re sure you’re on the verge of pulling your hair out right now.

“i don’t know why you’re talking as if you bring soooo much joy to the conversation” i swear if he utters another word.. you clench your fist and try to keep you peace, so angry out of your mind you start huffing and puffing.

“you talk so highly about yourself but you cant even stay loyal to your own boyfriend” seunghan scoffs

“don’t you dare roll ur eyes at me, i did nothing wrong, you’re the one blowing things out of proportion” you exclaim as you furrow your eyebrows and dig ur pointer finger into his chest.

“you’re so out-“ SLAP

god that felt so good

“what the fuck!? what was that for!”

“you’re acting like a fucking cunt!” you scream before turning on your heel and locking yourself in the shared bedroom.

*knock* *knock*

“baby, please open up”

“fuck off”

“baby, you’re starting to piss me off now open up”

you give no response as you try to suppress your small sobs

“fucking hell” seunghan whispers under his breath, rolling his eyes as he grabs his car keys and jacket from the couch.

you hear the front door shut while you dig under the covers to find your phone.

“aeri you dont understand, he’s so infuriating! i cant stand him all he does is cause problems” you sob while recounting the events that occurred earlier in the day

“y/n, im telling you as a friend but also as a sister, you should consider breaking up with him, everyone has noticed that you’ve been so down, and seems like its been taking a toll on you, this isn’t healthy”

“you don’t understand at all oh my god” you hiccup “i love him too much to leave and i know he feels the same way”

“but he doesn’t act like it at all”

seunghan had left the shared home, trying clear his mind rant to his friend.

he tried to wrap his head around why he would act like that. but now that he thinks about it, he’s always acted like this, over exaggerating the seriousness of everything.

he recollects what he had said before, insisting that the forced close proximity was comparable to cheating. even things that have happened before, such as the incident where he mistook your kindness towards a waiter as flirting.

seunghan realises that it was never a two way toxicity, rather only coming from him. the immense guilt he currently feels is nothing compared to the sadness he has caused you.

“hyung i messed up so bad” seunghan is currently sobbing, with head his hands while his phone plays on loudspeaker “like really bad, im pretty sure shes crying right now”

“seunghan, im sure she is, you literally insinuated that she cheated on you ‘cuz she was next to a guy?” eunseok’s sure that his friend has never acted irrationally before, but seeing how he reacted to such a small thing, he thinks he needs to reevaluate his friend.

“hani, im telling you as an older brother, fix it while you can, you won’t know how much this may have effected her until you talk to her, the more you put it off, the worse it will get”

you leave the room you’ve locked yourself in for the past three hours, throat burning in thirst, you head to the kitchen to fetch a drink. while you finish your cup of water, you hear the gears turn in the door, indicating seunghan had returned from whatever, wherever. you don’t care right now.

now you two are standing opposite each other, both avoiding any sort of eye contact.

seunghan takes steps forward towards the sink to wash his hands, conveniently you’re standing right next to it, so you take your chance to swerve away from him. seunghan swears his heart breaks even more than before.

you take three big leaps and now you are in your living area of the apartment. your emotions are all over the place, one second you were upset, the next emotionless, and now your angry. angry that he still hasn’t said anything (mainly apologised) despite him being the one who had the worser choice of words.

you turn to face him with a disgusted look on your face. “why cant you just let go of that pride of yours?” you dont shout, you dont want another argument, no matter how angry you were currently.

seunghans lost for words, he wasn’t expecting a confrontation this early on into coming home.

“you know i love you, and i know you love me.” you sigh, relaxing all your facial muscles so rather than seeming annoyed, you seem approachable now. “but you cant make everything into a problem because you didnt like it” seunghans head falls to face the bottom of the sink as you relay your feelings

“we’re in a relationship, if you don’t like something, tell me and ill do my best to fix it. im hoping you’d do the same for me” you continue as you stare at the side of his face.

seunghan sighs while he dries his hands on a tea-towel and walks over towards you. both of his hands are now placed on the sides of your face

“i do love you. i love you so much it hurts.” his eyes sparkle with love and adoration. “i’ll be honest i dont know why i acted like that, but i’m so sorry that i did. i’ll try harder to never act like that again, i dont want my pretty girl crying sad tears because of me” he says while wiping his thumbs over your dried tears.

you let out a small smile, this is just what you wanted, seunghan to take accountability. you lean up to place a peck on his lips before pulling him into an embrace.

“i love you” you both say at the same time, leading you to pull away from each other and fall into a pit of giggles and pressing kisses against each others faces.

seunghan moves a strand of hair behind your ear and leans towards it, whispering a small “i love you so so so so much”placing small kisses to the top of your ear after every “so”, and he finally presses a long smiley kiss onto your lips, exerting enough force to bring out another giggle from you and reciprocating the kiss.

no matter how much you fight, you can always kiss it better.

[jvngw0nlvr]

Maybe Another Time

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: none

Trainee! Seunghan! x Gender neutral reader!

Synopsis: You thought love would be enough, but some things are out of your control. The words hang between you, unspoken yet final. As you walk away, heart heavy with what could have been, one question lingers—will the universe ever get it right?

Authors note: I fear I am addicted to putting both seunghan and angst together😓 also please listen to 20201203 by Mac Demarco while you read this I was listening to it and got inspired and this came to be also longest fic yet hope you enjoy!

You thought you and Seunghan would be together forever. You knew better than to picture a future with someone who could walk out of your life in a second, but you couldn’t help it. He was everything you had ever dreamed of—a gentleman, the sweetest man you had ever been with. He made you feel seen, cherished, like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

But good things always come to an end. And right now, you are living through that ending.

The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the picnic blanket beneath you. The air hums with an eerie stillness, the kind that comes before a storm. You hear the distant laughter of other park-goers, the rustling of trees, the chirping of birds. Life is moving forward. But here, in this little pocket of the world where you sit with him, everything feels frozen in time. “You know I love you, right?” His voice is soft, but there’s a finality to it that makes your stomach drop. Your fingers grip the fabric of the blanket, knuckles turning white. Your breath catches in your throat. You don’t want to hear what comes next, but the weight in his voice tells you there’s no stopping it. “Yes,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “I do. But if this is about what I think it is… please, don’t say another word.” His expression crumbles, as if hearing you plead like that makes this even harder for him. He looks down, his hands clasped together, thumbs rubbing anxiously over each other. He’s stalling, struggling to find the right words, but you already know what’s coming. “You know how I’ve been working toward my dream of becoming an idol,” he starts, voice shaking. You nod, feeling the first sting of tears prick at your eyes. “Well… I finally made it.” He forces a breath, as if saying it out loud makes it real. “I got put into the lineup. I’m going to debut.”

Silence. It should be a moment of celebration. You should be happy for him. But the second half of his sentence is still hanging in the air, waiting to crush you. “And I think… this is where our paths go their own ways.” There it is.

Your heart clenches so painfully it feels like something inside you is physically breaking. You turn away, blinking rapidly, willing yourself not to fall apart. You won’t cry—not in front of him. Not now. So instead, you start gathering your things, shoving them into your bag with trembling hands. If you stay here a second longer, you might actually collapse under the weight of everything you’re feeling. “Wait—please,” he says desperately, reaching for your wrist before you can leave. The moment his skin touches yours, you shatter. His arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you into his embrace as if he’s afraid to let you go. His breath is shaky against your temple, and when you finally allow yourself to close your eyes, you feel it—his tears. They fall onto your cheek, warm and silent.

He’s crying too.

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair, voice breaking. “I love you so much. I wish we didn’t have to end like this.” Your hands clutch at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to hold on, desperate to make time stop. “I get it,” you manage to say, but the words feel like shards of glass in your throat. “I really do. It’s just… I thought we’d have a little longer. I thought—” Your voice cracks, and you can’t finish. He pulls back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears you swore you wouldn’t shed. “You’re not stupid,” he says firmly, as if he can feel the self-doubt creeping in. “I thought we’d have more time too. But I guess… the universe had other plans.” A bitter laugh escapes your lips. “The universe sucks.” A broken chuckle leaves him in return. “Yeah. It really does.” For a moment, the two of you just stand there, holding each other in the fading sunlight, memorizing every detail. The warmth of his body. The way his heartbeat feels against yours. The way his hands cradle your face like you’re something precious. You don’t want to let go. But you have to. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pull away. “I hope maybe another time it will be,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. He nods, swallowing hard. “I hope so too.”

Then, a sad smile tugs at his lips. “You know… we’re still face to face, and yet it feels like we’re already miles apart. And it’s crazy coming from me because I’m the one who broke it off.” You exhale shakily. “No, I get it. It feels like I already lost you.” A pause. “But I respect your decision. I know how the idol life works. God knows how crazy ‘fans’ can be.” He laughs at that, but it’s hollow. “Yeah… it’s a whole other world.” You nod, forcing yourself to step back. “Well… I should go.” His face falls. “Already?” You smile, but it’s full of sorrow. “We have to get used to being apart, don’t we?” He looks like he wants to argue, like he wants to reach for you again, but he stops himself. His hands curl into fists at his sides before he slowly nods. “Right… right.”

One last time, you pull him into a hug, holding on for just a second longer than you should. You breathe him in, memorizing the way he smells, the way he feels against you, knowing this is the last time you’ll ever have this moment. Then, with every ounce of strength you have left, you step back. And walk away. You don’t turn around, because you know if you do, you’ll run back to him.

Maybe the universe wasn’t on your side this time.

Maybe another time, though.

[fleurlia]

pairing; seunghan x idol reader

genre; angst, kinda fluff, lovers to exes

note; i hope you guys like this! riize has been really on my mind lately, and it was fun writing about them. i think i'll continue if you enjoy it;

your biggest dream was to debut as an idol. it always had been.

and when you finally made at the age seventeen and after some time of relentless work and effort, you could hear the words "congratulations, you did it" and then make your debut alongside your four closest friends. you felt complete, nothing in the world could take away what you now had.

although you were not paid enough for the hours of effort and the amount you did and all the other thousands of negative points, you never felt so happy in your short life and that was enough for you. the sensation of stepping onto the stage once more always rekindled a sense of fulfillment, filling a void you didn't even realize existed.

the first year was magical, creating a bond with your new four best friends who had essentially become an integral part of your family, revived something within you. the amount of trips, especially for someone who had never left the city, the absurd love that you received from the fans. all the experiences that you might remember for the rest of your life had been in that first year as the main vocalist of your group.

you never experienced emptiness like before; everything was consistently whole and fulfilling. even the various roles and positions you held within the group occupied a significant space within you.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan.

it was obvious that you would fall for him, who wouldn't?

it was like blinking, natural and predictable. you remembered the feeling of simply looking at him and thinking "it's him", nothing like love at first sight or that you were destined to be together – although seunghan sometimes swore to you that you had been made molded for each other. the feeling of falling in love with him was like sleeping and waking up, you didn't notice or remember how you slept but as soon as you opened your eyes in the morning you knew you had slept. you knew you loved seunghan.

your relationship lasted two years. you would remember these years fondly for the rest of your existence.

from his contagious laughter and humor to his sweet voice singing for you to rest in his arms as you both slept. your relationship was filled with love, passion and missing each other, you spent some time in the united states promoting your group and seunghan was preparing for riize's debut since the first months of dating. you more than anyone else hoped for the day he would be on stage with all eyes on him.

the void that was once filled only by stages and fans now also welcomed you with open arms every day as you returned home.

everything started to go wrong just before the group's debut. pictures of seunghan with an old girlfriend began to be uploaded on the internet a few weeks before the official debut day. you knew him, you would recognize his laugh amid thousands, knew exactly what displeased him and even the way he sneezed, so it was obvious that you knew about it and it was never something to bother you because when you two met you were almost adults.

that was the first ugly fight you had, you had never seen him so upset and nervous before that day. you had a stable career, SM had given a preview of your debut as an actress that year and would officially debut you in your fourth year with the group in a drama as the protagonist, you were extremely popular in the eyes of everyone and seunghan was not, he was far from it and would need to try hard to fix the situation, even though it was not a mistake.

you should have broken up, you and him knew that, but it didn't happen. you still don't know how but after practically begging your manager and him compassionately trying to resolve it, your relationship was 'forgotten' and the concern was turned to how to fix the situation.

and then seunghan finally debuted, it was one of the happiest days for both of you and despite all the confusion, the eyes really turned to him. now both shared that feeling of affection to the stage and fans, and at the end of the day returned to each other's arms.

everything seemed fine, but you knew it wasn't deep down, it seemed like a countdown to something neither of you could avoid. around him, he never seemed worried and nervous, always maintaining his sweet smile and calmly passionate eyes for you, but sometimes you could see how he drifted into a worried expression. it was a matter of two months until you broke up.

you didn't see that coming, you never would have.

you had been called to one of those meetings by your manager, it was nothing new. there was always an alignment or agenda adjustments meeting. you left the practice room as if nothing could happen, innocently even smiled at some people on the way. when you opened the door to the meeting room, you could see seunghan and his manager sitting on the other side of your manager's table.

the same boy you woke up that same morning. in his arms.

you can't remember what was said, what was agreed or arranged, but you broke up there, on that silly tuesday, in such a simple and cruel way. two years of your life were erased there in that small room of that big building. seunghan didn't look you in the eyes once or spoke. both of you spent all those minutes in pure silence. while you couldn't take your eyes off the transparent table and then him, he just sat there with no emotions in his face or eyes, it was as if you didn't know him at all. in the end when both of yours managers discussed about the risky relationship and how you and him couldn't keep it for the sake of both careers, he stood up with his manager from the room and then disappeared behind the door.

after that day, you never saw him again.

his hiatus was announced the next day and despite seeing the other members of his group and even interacting with them, you never heard his name or voice again. you didn't return to the apartment that once belonged to both of you until his things disappeared from there and you could move, and even if you had tried to contact him in moments of pure anger at how he could give up on you so easily, he never answered you, and you understood him. you could understand why he had given up, maybe in his place, you would do the same.

a month passed, all the awards and events came, Christmas and New Year also passed, all of them being the first time in two years that you did it without your boyfriend. he was nowhere to be found. the hearts of everyone around you forgot about it, but yours never did. despite all of that, the emptiness you felt was not even filled by fans, projects, or stages, and it continued to haunt you for a while.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan again, in the winter of the first month of the new year announcing his return to riize.

[wonhes]

୭ೃ — ENTANGLED

DICTIONARY — (verb) (adjective) ¹cause to become twisted together with or caught in. ²involve (someone) in difficulties or complicated circumstances from which it’s difficult to escape.

PAIRING !! seunghan x f!reader

SUMMARY !! confessing to your best friend seemed like a good idea, right!? well, spoiler alert: it wasn’t. fast forward to 2 years later and now you two are attending the same college and wait … his girlfriend is your roommate?

GENRE !! fluff, humor, angst, suggestive, smau

WARNINGS !! swearing, suggestive jokes, kms jokes, reader is down bad

DISCLAIMER !! please keep in mind ALL entangled characters are FICTIONAL. i'm never claiming any of the riize members are in any way how i'm writing them out to be in this smau. if you don't like how i'm portraying a member please simply stop reading and scroll away.

START !! MARCH 18TH, 2025

END !! —

UPDATING SCHEDULE !! TUESDAYS AND THURSDAYS

୨ৎ PROFILES

୨ৎ CHAPTER 1 — POLYCULE* SORRY

୨ৎ CHAPTER 2 — VALID CRASH OUT

୨ৎ CHAPTER 3 — KNOCK KNOCK

୨ৎ CHAPTER 4 — OK HANICORE

୨ৎ CHAPTER 5 — FROZEN YOGURT

୨ৎ CHAPTER 6 — HANI. IT’S HANI. ✎

[hanniberries]

Stolen Melody

pairing: Idol!Seunghan x female!reader warning: angst, character death, no happy ending, stalkers

On his rare day off, Seunghan, the world-renowned K-pop idol, strolled through a quiet park, savoring the freedom of anonymity under a low-sling beanie and glasses. There, he saw her: a girl sitting on a bench, sketching intently in a notebook. Her beauty wasn’t loud; it was in the serene way she existed, entirely absorbed in her art. 

Compelled, Seunghan approached her, heart pounding in a way that no sold-out arena had ever made it do. “What are you drawing?” he asked, his voice soft but curious.

She looked up, startled, her wide eyes meeting his. “Oh, just… the park,” she replied, a small smile forming.

She didn’t recognize him. Relief and intrigue washed over Seunghan. They spent the afternoon talking, her laughter like a melody he wanted to learn by heart.

Days turned into weeks, and their meeting became regular—quiet, secret rendezvous in cafes and parks. Seunghan was careful. His fame cast a shadow too dangerous to let her fully into his world. But in her presence, he felt like just Seunghan, not the idol. 

One evening, parked outside her apartment, Seunghan finally confessed, “I think I’m falling for you,” he said, his voice trembling.

Her smile was radiant. “I think I’m falling for you too.”

They shared a kiss under the dim streetlight, and for the first time in years, Seunghan felt whole.

But the shadow of fame loomed closer than he realized. One of his obsessive stalkers, furious at seeing him dropping her off, followed her home. That night, as Seunghan drove away, humming the tune of his happiness, the stalker broke into her apartment.

Hours later, Seunghan’s phone buzzed. It was a hospital. Confusion turned into dread as they told him the girl—his girl—was critically injured. She had listed him as her emergency contact. 

Seunghan raced to the hospital, barely able to breathe. When he arrived, his heart shattered. He was too late. She was gone. He crumpled to the floor, screaming her name, sobbing uncontrollably as nurses tried to calm him. Someone filmed the raw, heart-wrenching moment. 

Two weeks passed, but Seunghan was a shell of his former self. The video of his grief leaked online, sparking a media frenzy. At a hastily arranged press conference, Seunghan appeared gaunt, his eyes hollow. He faced the cameras, his voice barely above whisper as he announced his retirement. 

“I can’t continue,” he said, standing up to leave.

A reporter called out, “Why are you retiring so young? And only a few months into your growing career?”

Seunghan paused, turning to look at the crowd. His voice broke as he answered, “You took my love from me.”

And with that, Seunghan walked out, leaving behind the stage, the spotlight, and the life that had stolen everything he cared about. 

[rizzkisworld]

Can you do bf!Seunghan thoughts?...(fluff, comfort) Thanks in advance! Also i wanna say that you are the best;) and you make my day brighter with your precious works☆

Omg you're the sweetest??? ily!!

Seunghan is the type of boyfriend who is fond of the little things you do. You successfully cook a meal? Acts like it's the biggest thing to ever happen in the history of everything. You proudly tell him you were able to sleep early and didn't stay up too late? He's bringing you snacks and offers you a movie date at his or your place. You ate vegetables and fruits that day? Kisses all over your face. He's the type of boyfriend that clings to you at all times. He loves you so much, and when I say so much, I mean SO MUCH. He's forever hugging you and cuddling you. He's the softest when he's around you. You know how he acts around Sohee? He acts like that but on 10 with you. He's the type of boyfriend who listens to your every concern, and if it's something you feel like you can't handle, he'll handle it for you. If you want to handle it yourself, he'll try to be helpful in every way he can. He puts your feelings first and his last because to him, how you feel matters the most. Overall, Seunghan is so caring and will go through hell for you no matter what.

[lilbluustar]

Blue | Chapter 1

pairing— y/n as a Jihyun x Psychologist!Seunghan x Manager!Sungchan

wc— 2.5k

note— all the information about the fanfic, content and chapters will be here!!

A fresh autumn breeze envelops me as I take my first step outside after almost a week confined within four walls, deprived of my usual activities. My dear migraine decided to be the protagonist of my week, preventing me from sticking to my routine as planned. Lately, it seems to visit me at the most inconvenient times. I decide to go for a run to shake off the stress that has built up over the past days—I needed to start my day in the best way possible.

Today was definitely not just any day; an exciting itinerary awaited me from noon onward with my favorite person and the love of my life—my boyfriend, Sungchan. Today marks our fourth anniversary together. I never imagined he would be the person with whom I’d experience most of my "firsts" and connect in a way I had never achieved with anyone else. We met thanks to one of my closest friends, Mark, who came to Incheon for a vacation and to visit some friends. One of those friends was Sungchan. They had planned to go to the movies, and Mark extended the invitation to me. Excited, I accepted, as it had been nearly a year since I last saw him. After finishing university, I was offered a permanent contract at the company where I had completed my internship, and I gladly accepted. I started my journey toward independence and, as a result, settled completely in the city. That unexpected outing turned out better than I had hoped—I met Sungchan. Throughout the time the three of us spent together, he was kind and considerate toward me, making a strong impression instantly. By the end of the night, we exchanged numbers. He was the first to text, making sure I got home safely, and from that moment on, there hasn’t been a single day when we haven’t talked.

Sungchan is everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner—gentlemanly, attentive, and with that perfect mix of sweetness and confidence that makes me feel protected. He always knows how to make me smile in the most unique way. Despite living in the city for years, I haven't made close friends to go out with like I used to back in Daegu, but since he came into my life, I haven't felt alone again. He always makes sure I feel accompanied. He respects my opinions and genuinely takes an interest in my likes and thoughts—I have never felt judged by him. During difficult times, he listens patiently, and when I need advice, his words are always the light at the end of the tunnel. He has a beautiful smile and a subtle sense of humor that has me completely in love. Even though I know his job can be stressful at times, he has never let it affect our relationship. To me, Sungchan is everything I once dreamed of—a devoted, loving, and loyal man. Someone who has always been there, in both joyful and difficult moments.

If my 18-year-old self, who had no luck in love, could have a conversation with my current 26-year-old self, she would never believe all the good things I’ve experienced and how much one person has dedicated himself to making me happy every day.

I decide to head home earlier than usual to get ready for my date. As soon as I step inside, take off my sneakers, and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror by the entrance, I notice my face looks much better, as if I’ve come back to life. Smiling, I waste no time and head straight for the shower. I strip off my clothes and step under the warm water, letting it run down my body. Showers always help me relax and clear my mind.

After wrapping myself in a towel, I walk to my room and pick up the box Sungchan strictly forbade me from opening until today—our fourth anniversary. Anxiously, I open the delicate and elegant box to reveal its contents. In my hands, I hold a beautiful red dress. Sungchan always says he loves seeing me in this color, and I enjoy indulging him from time to time. As I slip it on, it fits me perfectly, as if it were made just for me, and I can’t help but smile. I dry my hair and style it simply yet elegantly, then start doing my makeup in front of the mirror. I opt for a natural look that highlights my eyes and smile. As I apply my lipstick—choosing a soft shade that I know he loves—a notification pops up on my phone, and as soon as I hear it, I know exactly who it is.

Channie 💘

"I’ll be there in 5 minutes, gorgeous. Are you ready?"

Me

"Yes, I just finished getting ready. I’ll be right out 😊"

He knows me so well—he’s aware that I usually don’t take long to get ready. I prefer practicality, not to mention my lack of skill with makeup and hairstyles. I take one last look in the mirror to make sure everything is in place, grab my purse, and slip my phone inside. Just before stepping out, I take a deep breath and tell myself:

"It’s a special night. Just enjoy it."

With a final smile and a hint of nerves, I close the door and head toward the entrance of my apartment, already imagining Sungchan’s embrace and smile when he sees me.

I spot his car parking right in front of me. He steps out immediately, and I’m left speechless at the sight before me. Sungchan had decided to dress elegantly, but without losing his signature relaxed touch. He wore a crisp beige shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly to his elbows, a perfectly fitted dark gray blazer that accentuated his shoulders, slim black trousers, and polished black leather shoes that completed his look. As he approaches, he wraps his arm around my waist.

"You look stunning," he says, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips before flashing a smile.

"Thank you, love, but you look a thousand times better than me—I mean, you look incredibly handsome," I reply, hugging him. I’m not used to giving or receiving compliments, but there are no words to describe the masterpiece standing before me. I hear him chuckle softly.

"My little shy one, shall we go?" He looks at me, and I nod. He opens the car door for me, gets in, and we drive to our destination—excited for the unforgettable night ahead.

Upon arriving at our spot, the soft glow of the café’s dim lights creates an intimate atmosphere, filling the small room with a warm and cozy radiance. I can hardly believe we’re celebrating our fourth anniversary here—Sungchan, my "always perfect" boyfriend, had planned every detail of the night so thoughtfully, leaving no doubt about how much these four years meant to both of us.

Sungchan had managed to "reserve" our favorite table by the window overlooking the illuminated park. This charming little café had become our tradition for every anniversary, and now it was adorned with hanging lights. I turned to him with a big smile and couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around him. He hugged me back, and the comforting warmth of his embrace made my heart race instantly.

"You never stop surprising me," I whispered so softly that I wasn’t sure if he actually heard me.

"For you? To the moon and back—you know that." He gently placed his hand on my waist and led me to our table.

As we sat down, I finally noticed the small details I had missed before. I have no idea how he convinced the café staff, for the fourth time, to do this for us. It’s not the busiest place, and as far as I know, they don’t even take reservations. Once again, he proves that he’s always willing to do the impossible to make me happy.

"Four years… I still can’t believe we’re here," he said in his soft voice, looking at me with those deep, calm eyes I love so much. "Thank you for putting up with me all this time, Jihyun."

I smiled back, feeling my heart race.

"Putting up with you? What are you talking about? I should be thanking you! I don’t know how you’ve tolerated all my quirks… and my terrible jokes."

He laughed, squeezing my hand.

"Your bad jokes are one of my favorite things about you. And your quirks… well, I won’t say I love them all, but I accept them. Because they’re part of you." I gave him a smile and a light tap on the arm, ready to keep talking, but we were interrupted by the arrival of our dishes. Without another word, we were both starving, so we started eating.

We had a lovely dinner, laughing and reminiscing about past years. Amid the laughter, I reminded him how, on our first date, he spilled his coffee on himself because he was so nervous. Meanwhile, Sungchan took my hand, and with his other hand, he pulled a small box from his pocket.

"Do you have any idea how lucky I am to have you in my life?" he said, letting go of my hand, looking at me intently with a happy expression. Holding the little box with both hands, he opened it, revealing a beautiful and delicate necklace with a heart-shaped diamond pendant.

He got up from his seat, walking toward me to put the necklace on. He crouched beside me, gently moving my hair to the other side of my shoulder. Sungchan seemed deeply focused on fastening the tiny clasp of the necklace. Once he succeeded and finished putting it on me, I couldn’t help but feel emotional. I was about to thank him when he spoke first.

"So you’ll always carry a piece of me with you, wherever you go." He said with a tenderness that felt endless. "Happy anniversary, my love." He smiled brightly at me.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you, thank you… for being by my side…" I managed to say, though a lump formed in my throat. I stood up and hugged him tightly, not caring about the background noise in the café. It felt like today was the grand opening of the place, even though it had been open for over four years. It wasn’t usual for it to be this crowded—completely full, to be exact. What timing.

"And you are everything to me. I want you to always remember that."

Sungchan returned my hug, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. We decided it was time to head home. The drive to my apartment was pleasant, filled with laughter and memories of our early years together. He parked his car outside my apartment building, and with the night’s chill surrounding us, I invited him inside. Once we were in, Sungchan looked at me with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Did you think I was done with the surprises?" He asked, leaning toward me.

I looked at him with a smile, trying to figure out exactly what he meant, but my thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bedroom. I closed my eyes and let myself go, feeling completely safe in his embrace, as if nothing in the world could touch us.

Once in bed, his kisses became slower, deeper, each one filled with a tenderness that took my breath away. I clung to him, whispering his name as he traced every inch of my skin with the gentleness I had grown used to receiving from him. The whole world disappeared, and for a moment, it was just the two of us, entwined in something so full of love that it felt eternal.

"I love you, Sungchan" I whispered, my voice breaking.

"I love you, Jihyun." He kissed my forehead. "You make me the happiest man. My greatest wish is to always be with you."

When it was over, we lay in silence, wrapped in the warmth of our bodies, listening to our slow, steady breaths. My eyes started to close on their own. I was about to fall asleep when I felt him shift beside me. I turned, still lost in my cloud of happiness, to find him looking at me with that smile I loved so much.

"Hey, do you think you’d let me step out for a moment? "He asked playfully.

I frowned, confused.

"Step out? At this hour? Don’t tell me you’re not staying the night with me." I teased, though a small part of me hoped I was wrong. I didn’t want him to leave.

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss me softly.

"Don’t worry, it won’t take long. I just… forgot to buy the tiramisu. I didn’t have time to pick it up earlier." He pouted, running a hand through his hair.

"Channie, it’s fine, it’s not necessary. We can get one later. I don’t want you to go." I sighed, pouting a little just to tease him.

"But baby, it’s part of our tradition. And besides, you’ve been telling me all week how excited you were to eat it today. The bakery is still open. Give me ten minutes, and I promise I’ll be back before you even notice."

"If you’re not back in exactly ten minutes, I’ll make you pay for it. "I warned, though a smile escaped me.

"I think that’s completely fair." Winking at me, he got out of bed and started getting dressed. "I promise I’ll be back before you even notice."

From the door, he gave me one last look, his smile seeming to promise that everything would be okay—that he would always be with me.

"I love you, Jihyun" he said softly.

"And I love you, Sungchan. Don’t take too long, come back soon."

I put on a sweater that had been lying on the floor of my room and walked him to the door. I watched him go down the stairs until he disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. Then, I closed the door, feeling happy, secure. It felt like that night was the highlight of all our years together, a confirmation of what we meant to each other.

I went back to bed, tracing my fingers over the pendant he had given me, thinking about all the promises we had made, all the plans we had. I stared out the window as the wind started to blow harder. Something about the silence of the night made me shiver, but I convinced myself it was just my imagination.

I curled up under the blankets, waiting for Sungchan to return soon, without knowing—without even imagining—that it would be the last time I ever saw him.

well, here's the first chapter! usually chapters will be long hahah, but i like to detail things a lot, i hope you like it!<3

[haechanhues]

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

chapter one : hong seunghan

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A DIFFERENT EQUATION - an anton lee oneshot

이찬영 “ ”the right side of my neck, still smells like you”

⊹₊⟡⋆ pairing. nerd!anton x popular girl!reader MINORS DNI

genre. smut 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀 word count. 1.4k — a/n. first post of best month of the year!! ( bini seokie n toni bday month ) :3 ( also this is my first time writing smut pls forgive if its not that good i tried my best ) playlist i listened to while writing. playlist

synopsis. Anton Lee is a quiet genius, he’s probably more comfortable with equations than people — until the popular girl from his math class asks him for tutoring. What starts as a study session quickly turns into something else, proving that even the shyest nerds know how to take control.

warnings. unprotected sex‎ ( dont!! ), anton got a size kink, fingering in semi public ? tell me if i missed anything

the library was quiet, all you could hear was the faint rustle of pages and the occasional cough echoing through the room. Anton Lee —also known as Lee Chanyoung to those who cared enough — sat next to a table at the back, his nose buried in a thick calculus textbook. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the part you couldn’t see was beneath the hood of his oversized gray sweatshirt. glasses on his nose, slipping slightly as he scribbled equations in his notebook, his long, slender fingers moving with precision. He wore loose black jeans, the ends brushing against his sneakers, and a faint flush colored his cheeks from the hot air. At 6’2, he towered over most people when standing, but seated like this, he seemed almost normal — a nerd in his natural state .

The faint scent of old books and polished wood filled the space, the late afternoon sun streaming through tall windows and casting golden streaks across the floor. Anton barely even noticed the world around him, lost in numbers and formulas, until a shadow fell over his page. He glanced up, and nearly dropped his pencil. it was you, the popular girl everyone whispered about since you joined — confident, smiley, and completely out of his league. Your hair was styled in loose waves, framing your face, and you wore a fitted crop top that hugged your curves, paired with a short pleated skirt that moved a little everytime you shifted your weight. The faint shimmer of lipgloss caught the light, and your presence always carried a subtle floral scent that cut through the musty library air.

“Hey, Anton” you said, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just flipped his entire world upside down by knowing his name. You leaned against the table, your hip brushing the edge of it, and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting to where your skirt rode up slightly, revealing some of your thigh. “I heard you’re like, a genius at math. and I’m totallyyyy failing calculus, so I thought I could use some help. You free?”

Anton’s mouth went dry. He pushed his glasses up, stuttering, he said “Uh, y-yeah, I mean, sure. I can help, I will help you.” His gaze lingered on you, your size difference even more apparent now that you were so close — he could see the way your body curved close up, how small you looked compared to him, and it sparked something deep in his chest. It was his kink that he’d never admit out loud, but it was there.

You slid into the chair beside him, scooting close enough that your knee brushed his under the table. “Great” you said, pulling out your textbook and flipping it open. “Let’s start with this chapter. I don’t get any of it!” Your tone was light, but there was something in your eyes that made his stomach twist.

He nodded, trying to focus as he Explained derivatives to you, his voice soft as always. But then your hand rested on his thigh — just a light touch at first, fingers brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He froze mid-sentence, his breath hitching. “Keep going” you whispered, your lips curving into a smirk as your hand slid higher, teasing him slowly. Anton’s heart pounding, his composure cracking as heat flooded his system. He glanced around — nobody was near you two, the stacks of books shielding you both from view — and then back at you, your gaze locked on his, daring him.

His hand trembled as it found your knee, sliding up your bare thigh until his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You didn’t flinch, not even once, instead, you parted your legs slightly, like an invitation he couldn’t ignore. “You’re gonna get us caught” he whispered, voice rougher than he intended, but he didn’t stop. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing the edge of your panties before pushing them aside. You were already wet, and he bit his lip hard to stifle a groan as he slid one finger inside you, then two, amazed at how tight you felt around him.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a cough, leaning forward as if studying the book. Anton’s free hand gripped the table’s edge, his knuckles white, while his other hand worked you slowly, his thumb circling around your clit with a precision that mirrored his math skills. The contrast drove him wild — your small frame squirming against his big one, the way you fit so perfectly around his fingers. “Anton” you whispered, voice shaky, “faster.” He listened immediately, his movements growing more intense, the slick sound barely audible over the library’s hum. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you came, thighs trembling, and he watched your face, mesmerized, as you unraveled for him.

“C’mon” he muttered, pulling his hand back and wiping it discreetly on his jeans. “My dorm. Now.” His tone left no room for argument, the shy nerd was now replaced by something hungrier. You nodded, grabbing your bag, and followed him out, panties full with your own release. the air between you filling with unspoken need.

Anton’s dorm was a small, cluttered space on the third floor of the campus residence hall. Posters of rock bands and a periodic table all over the walls, books stacked neatly on the desk. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled, and the faint scent of his cologne — something woody and clean — He locked the door behind you, turning to face you with a look that made your knees weak. That nerdy boy from your math class was long gone ; this Anton was all sharp with quiet intensity, where was he hiding all this?

He stepped closer, towering over you, and cupped your face with his hands -that you thought were bigger than your head- “You’re so fucking small” he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb brushing your lower lip. Then he kissed you — hard, messy, all teeth and tongue, like he’d been starving for it. You stumbled back toward the bed, and he followed your steps, taking off his sweatshirt to reveal a broad frame, his t-shirt clinging to his biceps.

He pushed you onto the mattress, climbing over you, his weight pressing you down as he yanked your skirt up and panties off in one swift move. “Been thinking about this, for so damn long” he admitted, voice low, undoing his jeans buttons with shaky hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and intimidatingly long — and you gasped softly, feeding that size kink he couldn’t hide. He didn’t bother with a condom, neither of you cared right then.

Anton lined himself up, the tip brushing your soaked entrance, and started thrusting into you, groaning loud as your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me” he said, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He set a brutal pace, fastening it each time he thrusted into you, the bed creaking under his force. Your legs wrapped around his waist, but he still loomed over you, his broad shoulders and height making you feel tiny, helpless beneath him.

Sweat showed on his forehead as he fucked you stupid — your moans turning into broken gasps, eyes rolling back as he hit every spot inside you. His glasses fogged up, slipping down his nose, and he took them off, tossing them aside without breaking sounds. “So good for me huh?” he panted, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through your top, the other pinning your wrist above your head. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your whimpers.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your tummy, and yanked you up before slamming back in. “Look at you” he growled, “taking me like this.” His hand fisted your hair, tugging just enough to make you arch, and the new angle had you seeing stars. Cum dripped down your thighs — his and yours mixing in a sticky mess as he chased his release, fucking you through the overstimulation until he came spilling inside you with a choked moan. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls, some leaking out as he slowed, his chest heaving.

Anton collapsed beside you, both of you breathless, the thick air filled with sweat and sex. He glanced over, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite everything, and he muttered a “Uh… you okay?” The nerd was back, but the glint in his eye said he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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[wonhes]

ᝰ. DOWN BAD TEXTS WITH BESTFRIEND!SEUNGHAN ☏ !!

WARNINGS !! mentions of hooking up + reader talks about being naked, cursing, oh and seunghan is stupid 👎👎

[hanniberries]

All For Us

pairing: Seunghan x female!reader warning: angst, character death, no happy ending, stalking, therapy a/n: i totally coulda did better on this icl lol

Seunghan sat in his car outside her house, the engine idling as he stared up at the dimly lit windows. His knuckles whitened around the steering wheel, his mind replaying the arguments, the betrayals, the way her laughter used to soothe him and now mocked him in his memory.

The love they shared had burned brighter than the stage lights he performed under. It consumed him, but it wasn’t enough. Not for her. Not when she decided someone else could give her what he couldn’t.

The front door opened, and he saw them—her and him—walking out together, laughing as if Seunghan had never existed. His heart pounded, anger and heartbreak blending into a single, unbearable force.

“I did it all for love,” he muttered to himself, gripping the wheel tighter.

He followed them, his car a silent shadow in the night. No one noticed him at the intersection where they stopped for coffee, or when they arrived at the rooftop bar downtown. He watched them through the glass, her hand brushing against the other man’s arm in a way that used to be reserved for him.

By the time they left, his mind was made up. It wasn’t about revenge—it was about justice. It was about love.

The alley was dark and quiet when Seunghan approached them. The man turned first, his confusion quickly morphing into panic as Seunghan raised the knife.

“I did it all for us,” Seunghan whispered as the blade gleamed in the dim streetlight.

Chaos erupted. Her screams echoed in the narrow alley as the man fell to the ground. Blood pooled around him, a stark contrast to the white sneakers Seunghan wore.

He turned to her, his face unreadable. “Now we can be together,” he said softly.

She backed away, trembling, but before she could scream again, a sharp, jolting noise broke the scene apart.

“Seunghan?”

He blinked, his vision blurring as the alley dissolved into the soft beige walls of a therapist’s office. The knife was gone, replaced by a pen trembling in his hand. The sound of her screams faded, replaced by the calm, measured voice of his therapist.

“Seunghan, are you listening to me?”

He looked up, disoriented, the weight of his daydream still clinging to him like a second skin. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was just… daydreaming.”

The therapist leaned forward, concern etched across her face, but Seunghan was already gone again—lost in the shadows of his mind where love and obsession blurred beyond recognition.