#sf9 youngbin fanfiction

[dearly-somber]

Mean It | k.yb

-> pairing. boyfriend!youngbin x f!reader

-> genre. angst, lovers-exes

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1401

-> warnings. cheating

-> a/n. It seems I was in my feels during my sf9 era

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Nov. 3rd, 2020 @ 16:43

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022 @ 22:04

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🩶Binnie🩶

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r u coming home tonight?

no, im busy tonight

work?

yh

okay

don't come back too late

i love you

[Seen]

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You rubbed at the bags under your eyes, a shaky breath leaving your lips. Your eyes were red from crying, clutching at his pillow for comfort that he couldn't give you.

This had been going on for who knows how long at this point, and you were starting to get tired. Literally and figuratively. You were sleeping less because he was never home, and when he was he'd arrive early and then leave before you were up. You were so sick and tired of going to bed without him, waking up without him. It felt like you were slowly shutting down, your routine becoming robotic.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair before checking the time.

03:00

"A bath couldn't hurt..." You mumbled to yourself, walking to your bathroom and starting up the water. By the time you had gotten into the bath fifteen minutes had already passed, a towel situated on top of your pajamas which were sitting on the lid of your toilet. Your head was facing the ceiling, neck on full display. You had been staring at the ceiling for the entirety of the five minutes that you'd been in the bath. You heard footsteps and turned your head to the bathroom door, listening for the noise on the other side.

"Y/N?"

"In the bath." You said in a sing-song voice, meeting Youngbin's eyes as soon as he opened the door to the bathroom. He arched a brow as he walked inside, closing the door behind him with a gentle click, walking over and crouching down by the tub.

"Why're you in the bath this late?" He asked quietly, studying your face while gently running his fingers through your hair. You leaned into his touch with an aching heart, sighing slowly.

"I couldn't sleep and needed to think..."

"About what?"

"Oh, this and that.. Nothing important." You opened your eyes and smiled at him tiredly. He nodded after a moment of contemplation, standing up to leave. As he took hold of the doorknob he stood in the doorway, looking at you with questioning eyes.

"I'll be waiting for you. Don't take too long or you might catch a cold." You nodded with a smile as he left once more, leaning your head back as a tear trickled down your cheek.

When you finally got into bed it was 03:45 and your fingers had started wrinkling from sitting in the water too long. You turned your back to Youngbin, pulling the covers up to your chin with your knees pulled into your chest, laying in a fetal-position.

You were surprised when he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You had to hold back your tears. It had been weeks since he had last held you like this. It felt like it had been weeks since you had even felt his skin against yours. It was only after you took a deep breath to calm yourself that you realized he smelt of perfume.

Your heart broke but you ignored it. You'd pick up the pieces tomorrow morning.

It was a few hours later; you could tell because it was lighter outside and Youngbin was no longer holding you. You could still feel his presence however, so you guessed that he was sitting somewhere.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I think I'll have to come a bit later today." You heard him say under his breath, loud enough for whoever he was calling to hear but not loud enough to wake you, had you been sleeping. You caught only a few words here and there that the girl on the other line said, the volume not loud enough to hear more.

"I can't come sooner. I'll just spend this one evening with her and then we'll be right back to routine." He whispered again, his fingers trailing up and down your spine, making you shiver.

"Yeah, okay. Mhm. I love you too."

You bit down on your lip, forcing yourself not to shake. Forcing yourself not to cry and not to break down. Not now, you told yourself. You wouldn't break down. He would pity you. You didn't need his pity.

A few more minutes passed as the sun started shining through the curtains. You felt the bed shift as he stood up and closed your eyes as he went to your side of the bed to pull the curtains open.

"Y/N, love? Wake up." He said as he shook you gently. You opened your eyes, trying your best to act as if you had just woken up. He smiled brightly at you, and if you hadn't heard his conversation you probably would've smiled back, oblivious to what had been happening under your nose for the past few weeks. "C'mon. I took the day off work. I wanted to spend today with you. Shall we make breakfast?" You sat up and nodded with the best fake smile you could muster, letting him pull you out of bed and into the kitchen.

You were silent as you helped him make eggs and toast, sitting on the couch and watching a drama while he finished with the eggs.

He was glaring at the eggs as he flipped them, annoyance slowly building as you continued giving him the cold shoulder, not talking to him even once. He spends time with you for the first time in weeks and you don't even utter a good morning to him?

He dishes up the food and instead of taking them to you, he puts it down on the kitchen island, storming in front of you.

"What's wrong with you? You're not even talking to me!" He shouts, grabbing the remote and switching off the TV angrily. You look up at him tiredly, your eyes tearing up as soon as you do.

"Tell me to my face—" You begin in an emotionless voice— "that you are all mine."

Tears stream down your face in hot streaks, racing to see which one can roll to the floor first.

"What... What do you mean?" He stuttered, seemingly dumbfounded into silence. You take a deep breath as you stand up from the couch and take a step towards him, cranking your neck to look him in the eyes.

"I heard your conversation, Youngbin. I should've guessed..." You scoffed, your voice slowly raising in tone, your anger at yourself starting to show. "You're spending less time at home, leaving before I wake up and coming home when I'm asleep. I should've known." He looks at you with a sort of sadness and regret in his eyes that you can't quite place and to make sure that you don't feel bad for him, refuse to acknowledge. "We never even fought, Youngbin. Not once. I was too tired to fight with you." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Listen, Y/N, I was going to tell you—"

"And then what, Youngbin? Give me a heads up that you were cheating and then dump me? Leave?" You said exasperatedly, smiling sadly. His heart wrenched, staying quiet as he had nothing to say. Nothing to make this okay. Make this better.

"Send her my regards, would you? Now if you ever really loved me—" You scoffed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head— "No, if you loved me this wouldn't be happening. If you ever really cared for me, you'll leave my apartment. Send me her address and I'll mail you your things." He was about to protest but you were already pushing him out the door, locking it behind you.

Even though you had been subconsciously preparing for something like this, it didn't stop you from hurting. It hurt like hell, and you were pretty sure that you wouldn't be able to salvage the broken pieces anymore. It would be lost forever. You sat by the door, wailing into the emptiness of your apartment, letting out all of your pain, anger and frustration. He had enough things. You'd burn some of it. You'd get rid of things he gave you. You'd remove him from your memories, and then you'd forget.

You'd forget your heartache and move on.

You'd forget your heartache and heal.

You'd forget your heartache.

You'd forget him.

[kpophours]

prompt game | sf9 - youngbin x fem. reader | bookstore!au, fake dating | fluff

warnings - none

requested - @kpop-colorful-fairy​

Your fingers brush over the spines of the many books, all neatly stacked beside one another on the shelves in front of you. You’re lost in thought, just browsing the store in an attempt to take your mind off your ex-boyfriend. You know your eyes are still red and probably slightly swollen from yet another night of crying, but you honestly couldn’t care less. Right now, you actually don’t really care about anything, head and heart hurting and eyes still stinging. “Y/N?” You whirl around when you hear the familiar voice behind you. Youngbin stares at you, taking in your disheveled appearance, worry beginning to fill his eyes. You gulp, suddenly nervous and slightly embarrassed at your current state. “I know this looks bad, but I swear, it’s not. I’m... fine!”, you hurriedly lie, but your friend just raises one eyebrow. “I don’t want to sound mean, but you look... horrible. I heard that Lucas broke up with you, I’m really sorry about that.”, he says, voice soft. You sniffle a few times and shrug. “It just... came out of nowhere. At least for me.”, you murmur, and dab at your eyes with your sleeve. Youngbin gives you a small smile. “He never deserved you anyway. But... Just in case you want to make him see what he’s lost - there’s a party tonight, and I know he’ll be there too. Care to be my date for this evening?” You blink a few times, surprised at his sudden proposal. Youngbin and you have been friends for almost a year now, sharing a few classes at college as well as having some mutual friends, and before Lucas, there had been a time where you’ve maybe had a slight crush on him. “Come with you... as your date?”, you repeat, and Youngbin nods, grinning at your perplexed expression. “Yes. I’m sure it would take your mind off things, and I’ll not leave your side, I promise. And if Lucas thinks there’s something going on between us... why not let him believe it? Let him suffer a bit, too. It’s the least he deserves for hurting you.”, Youngbin says, and you feel a small smile tug at your lips. “You might be onto something.”, you answer, and tilt your head to one side, “So, let’s do this.” Youngbin’s grin widens even more and he reaches out one hand for you to take. “Well, here we go then - operation make ex jealous starts now!”, he says, and winks at you.

[solargroup09]

long nights with new friends

⤷ Mina x Youngbin: the beginning of their friendship

⤷ warnings: slight mentions of alcohol/drinking

⤷ word count: 1.8k

“Yeah, I can pick up the cake, it’s honestly no problem.”, I said, quickly putting my phone on speaker so I could continue washing the dishes. “Really?! Oh, you’re truly the best and I love you.”, Eunha on the other end of the line breathed a sigh of relief. I just chuckled. “I love you too. And don’t worry too much, the evening will go smoothly - and hey, it’s your birthday, you actually shouldn’t worry at all but have fun!” My friend sighed again, before agreeing with me and promising that she would try to relax a bit before the first guests would turn up. 

“Okay, bye then - see you later, unnie!”, we both bid our goodbyes and I hung up. I squealed and pressed one hand over my chest when I turned around and spotted Skylar standing in the doorway of our tiny kitchen. She just began to grin when she saw my shocked face. “Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”, she said, sounding more pleased than apologetic, and nodded towards the phone in my hand, “Was that Eunha?” I nodded, quietly pocketing my phone and walking past her. “Yeah, she’s kinda stressed about her party tonight, so I offered to pick up her birthday cake. Means I have to leave a bit earlier, but that’s fine with me, I don’t mind.”, I explained, and Skylar rolled her eyes at me, half amused half exasperated. “Of course you don’t - you’re already finished with getting ready anyway, Miss I’m-always-on-time.” I just stuck out my tongue at her and shrugged. “Punctuality is a virtue. One you should maybe try one day too.”, I teased and - before she could retort anything - quickly ducked out of the kitchen, shutting the door of the little room we shared. Our apartment was tiny, but it was ours - we were both trainees and therefore not much at home anyway, plus we would move into a bigger dorm once we actually debuted anyway. For now, we had this teeny tiny flat together, paid for by our families until we were able to make our own money - which would hopefully be very soon.

Two hours later, I jumped up the stairs to Eunha’s apartment, excited to finally see her again after a few weeks. Both our busy schedules made it impossible to see each other more often, but for her birthday, I had managed to get an evening off. Balancing both the cake and a gift for her in my hands, I fumbled for the doorbell and just seconds later, my friend flung open her door, crushing me into a bear hug - she was truly quite strong for such a petite woman. I yelped, trying to keep the cake as well as my gift from being squashed between our bodies, but began to grin from ear to ear. To finally see her again made me really happy, and as soon as I had managed to discard both the cake and her gift in the kitchen, I quickly hugged her back and wished her a happy birthday, playfully ruffling her dark hair. Even though she was older than me by one year, I was still taller - which wasn’t really surprising, I was taller than most Korean women. Eunha smiled and leaned into my side, inhaling deeply. “You smell nice. Is that the perfume I got you for your birthday last year? Oh, by the way - the other guest hopefully show up soon too.”, she said, and I nodded. “Yep, it‘s your perfume. And who’s coming anyway? Anyone I know?”, I asked while Eun Ha finally ripped open my gift, squealing in excitement when she saw I had gotten her the new SHINee album, and the signed version at that. “YOU’RE THE BEST!”, she said and hugged me again, before answering: “Mhm, besides Namjoo, I don’t think so. I only invited other trainees from the 1Million dance studio as well as some old friends from High School.” I just nodded again, before helping her set up the last of her birthday decorations on the little rooftop of her apartment building, where her little birthday party would take place. 

Over the next hour, the other guests arrived one after another, bringing gifts, some bottles of alcohol as well as more snacks with them. The new SHINee album was playing in the background while everyone talked animatedly, Eunha doing her best to include me in most conversations. Not knowing anyone besides her and our mutual friend Namjoo didn’t really bother me - I was always quick to make new friends, and immediately hit it off with a sweet looking girl called Jiyeon, who introduced me to a handsome guy named Junsun. He shot me a fleeting smile, before filling three glasses of Soju for each of us. We talked about this and that, mostly about how each of us met Eunha - the two of them because they were dance trainees as well, and me because we used to work the same part-time job - until a last guest arrived. Junsun immediately called him over to us, wrapping one arm around the taller man’s neck and introducing him as his hyung Youngbin. The dark haired man had a very sweet smile and quickly bowed to each of us, before introducing himself again and asking for our names in return. Junsun busied himself with pouring some more Soju for us, and before I knew it, I had already drowned three glasses in under an hour. 

I knew it was about time to eat something, so I quickly excused myself to get some of the snacks Eunha had provided for her guests. I didn’t even notice Youngbin following me until he came up beside me, making me jump and squeal in surprise. He laughed and immediately apologized, hiding his smile behind his hands while his eyes formed little crescents. He had a really cute giggle, I noticed, and couldn’t help but laugh with him. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.”, he said, and leaned a bit closer to reach for a kimbap. I waved his apology aside, continuing to munch on some radishes, before asking him: “So, you’re a 1Million dance trainee as well?” He shook his head. “No, not anymore - I used to be, but I’m actually a trainee under FNC Entertainment now. I still dance with the studio trainees sometimes though, and that’s how I met Eunha. How about you? Are you a new dance trainee? I don’t think I’ve seen you before”, he inquired, tilting his head to one side and gazing at me for a few seconds. Now it was my turn to shake my head. “No, I’m not a dance trainee - I actually definitely have to do some serious work on my dancing. I’m a trainee under WJ Entertainment though - but I’m more gifted with singing and rapping, not so much with dancing. Our agency is quite young, and we don’t have many trainees yet, but I hope I’ll be able to debut soon.”, I explained, and Youngbin pursed his lips, thinking hard. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve heard of WJ before. But well, if they’re quite a young company, it makes sense, I guess. Was it always your dream to become an idol?” I shook my head again. “Oh no, not at all. My audition was kind of an accident, I guess? I was only there as moral support for a friend who auditioned, but was asked to perform something as well. Apparently, they really liked me, because I got signed that very same day.” Youngbin just made an impressed noise, before beginning to pile food onto a plate to take back to where Jiyeon and Junsun sat, patiently waiting for us to join them again.

We continued our conversation for the rest of the evening, and I quickly realized how easy it was to talk to him - it truly felt like we had known each other for half an eternity already. He told me about his aspirations, and that he had always dreamed of becoming an idol, but that his one true goal in life was actually to become a dad one day, and to have a family of his own. My heart melted at his words, and I couldn’t help but squeeze his arm in understanding - one of my dreams was having my own family one day, too. I told him about where I grew up - in Busan, right by the sea -, and how I missed the salty air and fresh breeze here in Seoul. The sea and water in general had always held a strange fascination for me, maybe twinged with a little bit of fear. Youngbin began to giggle uncontrollably when I told him that I always called the sea “scary yet beautiful fish soup”. 

The rest of the night flew by: we drank way too much Soju, had at least ten laughing fits, talked about literally everything and anything - from politics to philosophy to our favorite snacks to our most embarrassing childhood stories -, and by the end of the night, when the sky was slowly turning from midnight blue to hues of grey and finally soft yellows and reds, we bid Eunha goodbye. Youngbin and I strolled around the quiet and deserted streets of her neighborhood, each of us holding a bottle of water to quickly get rid of the alcohol in our systems. We discovered an empty playground and sat down on the two swings, but were more swaying than really swinging on them. We stayed quiet for a few minutes, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward - it felt just as natural as talking to him. 

Finally, he looked at me, his warm, dark eyes full of uncertainty all of the sudden: “Do you sometimes feel like you’re not enough? Like you won’t succeed in anything?” His voice was quiet, and I couldn’t help but reach out and take his hand in mine, squeezing it lightly. “Oh yes, way too often, actually. But being insecure is part of growing up and of finding yourself, and the only thing we can really do for now is to push forward and to try and improve ourselves, every day a bit more. Don’t ask how, but I know you’ll succeed - that we both will succeed, one day. But if you ever feel the need to talk to someone about your feelings - please know that I’ll always have an open ear for you. I’m your friend now.”, I answered softly, and he gave me a sweet smile. “Thank you, Haemin-ah. I’ll make sure to remember that - and the same goes for you. Just give me a call or send a quick message, and I’ll be there for you, always.” I tilted my head to one side and returned his smile. 

I already knew that this was just the beginning for us - the beginning of a deep and amazing friendship.

[zuholymama]

Kim Youngbin | The Escort

Chapter 4. / Onward

Warnings: -

Word count: 3989

Pairing: Youngbin x OC (female)

Featuring: Jaeyoon, Suho (EXO)

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3

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Surrounded by darkness, his small feet run desperately. Water puddles splashing under his worn-out shoes, making noises that don’t comfort him at all for his fear blocks his hearings over his surrounding except for a chilling gruff voice.

“YOUNGBIN! GET THE FUCK BACK OVER HERE!”

Panting heavily, Youngbin doesn’t let that feral scream stops him. He doesn’t want to go back to that monster. He’s done with all of the pain. Tonight is about his life and death.

The road seems to be never-ending. He hopes to find anyone, any person to help him to get away. But it’s 2 AM in the middle of the night. Not many cars in Syracuse are going out and he doesn’t see any policemen standing around. The boy curses his fate. Could tonight possibly be the day when he will finally lose his life? His lungs are starting to giving up on him. The man chasing behind doesn’t slow down at all. Fear is the only source of his adrenaline rush; survival instinct is his only ally. Not too far from his position, he sees a gas station nearby. There is a crossroad ahead and the green light shows it’s okay to cross. Not like it matters to him if it doesn’t, the road is as empty as the fridge in his ‘home’.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE FROM ME!”

That threatening scream is starting to get closer to him, yet it is drowned within the sound of his thumping heart and tired breaths that he doesn’t realize screeching wheels coming from his far left. The moment his little feet finally reach the other side of the road, oddly everything seems to change. He cannot hear that heavy boots again. He cannot hear that monstrous scream again. Little Youngbin thought his ears can only hear those two sounds, so when he wonders why it suddenly becomes silent, he dares to look behind to see what’s wrong.

A black car is there with his fear laying motionlessly covered in blood.

“…Dad…”

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” …So my parents have been… involved in criminal activities?”

“Not directly, but yes.”

“And you and Suho are assassins from an orphanage that puts up a ballet theater as a disguise of their crimes and then sent out to protect me from my father’s mad business rival?”

The man merely nods. He doesn’t need to utter a word when she answered him like that, she gets everything.

“…I want to say that you were joking but considering what has happened for the past few hours, it’s enough to know that you’re not,” The woman lets out a long sigh that she has been holding on for too long, “Damn…”

Youngbin doesn’t dare to speak a word. After explaining everything to Junko, his throat feels like it’s dried up to the bone. He’s done the thing that he mustn’t do. Revealing the problem. However, it’s odd how the first thing he’s concerned with is the woman in front of him. He’s worried about her in a way that he can’t describe. Thinking about her first days in New York going downhill with the events from tonight brings him a pang of guilt. More so as a man who hates losing, Youngbin truly curses himself for failing his order.

“How did you know I was attacked?”

Her voice stops his train of thoughts like the thunder roaring outside of the rain. Fidgeting between his thumbs, Youngbin wonders if he should tell her the truth about this one.

“Youngbin?” Jun asks again. She’s starting to question his weird behavior.

Staring at the window that’s painted with rain drops, Youngbin’s mind wonders back into the time of the accident. “It was Jaeyoon,” he answers, “The doctor that you met in the bar.”

The woman blinks a few times in confusion. “Jaeyoon? But how come?”

“He called me soon after I dropped you off in the lobby. I was on my way back to report things,” his deep brown eyes never left the window and the rain, “He told me that they got Junm—I mean—Suho hyung. The man who tried to harm you before was tailing us when we drove back to the apartment.”

“What do you mean!? Is Suho okay!?”

“He got shot.” The statement brings out a loud gasp from Jun’s mouth. “Whether or not he’s okay, I will have to check up on him later. I hope he is.”

Biting the inside of her cheeks, Junko is trying her best to hold in her anger. Even with the whole explanation Youngbin gave her, she still feels like being left in the dark. “What the hell exactly happened after we left that bar, Youngbin?”

“Jaeyoon told us he saw someone had been watching us from the other side of the road. Me and Suho hyung wanted to take them out first before it becomes a problem. We agreed to part ways, I trusted him to go at it alone. Turns out it was a deliberate plan to separate him and me. It would be easier for them to kill us if I were alone to protect you.” The brunette sighs before he continues again, “Thankfully… Jaeyoon was there to help him. He is currently in Jaeyoon’s care.”

Junko’s frown hasn’t left her exhausted face. Knowing someone is actually hurt because of her, she doesn’t feel good about it. More over even though it’s hard for her to admit it, she’s already thought of Suho as her friend. Knowing a good person actually went out his way to protect her even though she knows it’s just his job, it doesn’t stop Junko from feeling that way. Right now, she feels conflicted of how she should feel. Everyone she cares about is involved with bad things. Because of that she’s involved as well even though she knew nothing about it.

“I’m sorry, Jun.”

That sudden apology snaps Junko out of her mind. “…What for?”

Biting his lip, Youngbin speaks slowly, “I’m sorry for hiding things from you and let harm befalls you,” he tightens his fist on the bed sheet, “I was careless. I promise it will not happen again. I will protect you.”

His determined eyes and calm voice put her in a trance. Jun can feel there is something more into those words. She doesn’t dare to assume but she knows the warmth of that promise is true.

“If anything happens, call your escort.”

That message rings even louder now than before.

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Waking up from his nap on the couch, Youngbin sluggishly takes his phone by the table to see the time.

“4:00…” He mutters as his eyes squint from the bright screen.

Rubbing his eyes, the man walks lazily into the bathroom to wash his face. When the cold water hits him, Youngbin can feel it pulling out his sleepy consciousness away. The man feels reluctant to be awake. Yet, there is something more important he has to do while the woman he’s taking care of is fast asleep. Putting both of his hands by the table, the Iron Fist stares at his reflection on the mirror. The water that’s dripping from his bangs brings tiny echoes once it hits the ceramic sink. He needs to get himself together.

Walking out of the bathroom, Youngbin is checking Junko who’s sleeping soundly at the bed. He can see the blanket that’s hugging her going up and down. It seems like she’s sleeping well. Seeing that makes Youngbin unknowingly smiles. He’s glad to know she’s tired enough to be that deep in her slumber. Walking towards the table by the couch where he slept, he takes his bag and phone away and slings them on his back. When his attention goes to the window, he realizes that the rain has stopped.

After making sure he has brought everything, Youngbin walks back slowly towards the bed, afraid to make any sound that would wake the woman up. When he’s close enough to see her face, the man squats down to see her much more clearly.

“…Looking at you like this; I’ve never realized just how pretty you are…” He whispers silently that he hopes even God can’t hear him. Staring at her sleeping face in adoration, Youngbin can’t stop his calloused hand from brushing her falling strands of hair away from her cheek, “Sleep well, Jun. I’ll be back.”

With that, the Iron Fist stands back up and walks away towards the door. He needs to check up on his brother.

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Parking his car by the sidewalk, Youngbin grabs his bag and then gets out and be greeted with cold night winds. The road is empty but the warm colored lights are still on to accompany him. Looking around his area, the man checks his surrounding to see if anyone follows him. His eyes are trained enough to see in the dark and he knows no one’s suspicious enough in his proximity. Walking to the alleyway beyond the sidewalk, it gets really wet under his feet. The sound of water splashing reminds him of a certain memory that he prefers not to call back at times like now. His brother is his number one concern.

Turning to the left, he sees a red rusty door on a brick-walled building. A single light flickers on top of it. He continues to briskly walking towards the door and then knocks exactly 5 times upon his reach. After several seconds, a small rectangle window on the door frame opens and reveal a pair of black-slit eyes. After confirming who’s his guest, the resident closes the window again and then follows with the sound of door unlocking. It reveals Jaeyoon in his white coat and duck slippers.

“How is he?” Youngbin immediately asks as he steps inside the house.

“The bullet shot through his shoulder, but he’s fine,” The doctor explains as they continue to walk briskly through the corridor, “If I wasn’t there to shoot the guy first it would’ve been his heart.”

They both soon arrive inside a dim-lit room. It’s spacious enough to hold 2 beds and a bookcase that is filled with bottles and documents. A table is visible with surgical tools. They appear to be used recently, a proof of the doctor has been treating a man in his house. Youngbin sees someone is sleeping on the bed by the wall. Recognizing the pants they’re wearing, Youngbin is sure that person is his brother.

Walking closer towards the bed to confirm, Youngbin can finally see the face he’s been expecting. His brother, Junmyeon, is sleeping soundly. The injured man’s topless torso is covered with bandages. His breathing looks to be a little ragged, but that is the side effect of suppressing the pain.

“Oh, thank goodness…” Youngbin sighs as he closes his eyes, “Jaeyoon, thank you so much.” He adds.

“You are welcome, old friend.” Jaeyoon smiles, “I gave him enough pain killer to help him sleep. But I’m afraid he’s not going to be able to fight for awhile.”

“That’s alright. I can handle the rest. Jun’s staying with me until the work is done, I won’t let her attend her college. Junmyeon hyung’s role isn’t needed anymore.”

“I see…” Jaeyoon nods in acknowledgement. Wanting to speak more, the dark-haired doctor hisses, feeling bad about the thing he’s going to say, “By the way, Youngbin. I really hate to ask of this to you, but—”

“I know, Jaeyoon. I came prepared.” The Iron Fist cuts him first to save his friend from the discomfort. He opens his brown bag to pull out a gold coin. The same one that he used in The Continental, “Here.” He says as he gives the coin.

“Thanks,” Jaeyoon grins and takes the coin from his friend’s calloused hand, “You know what the adjudicator would do to me tomorrow if he knows I saved your best pal without this.” He sighs as his hand move that coin around as if it’s nothing but trouble.

Youngbin merely chuckles, knowing well what would happen if that scenario does come true. It’s not pretty that’s for sure.

“Make sure he’s staying here until he’s well enough. Knowing that idiot, he would still try to go even when he can’t wear his own shoes.”

“You bet.” Jaeyoon grins. His deep dimples show deeply under the dim light. “Where are you going after this?”

“The Bowery.”

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Fluttering her eyes open, Junko can see the morning light’s seeping through the curtain. Her eyes are still heavy but her brain is telling her to wake up now. Stretching her legs under the soft blanket, she turns her back away from the window and tries to go back to her peaceful slumber again. If anyone could see her now, no one would expect what happened to her night. It appears like when it comes to sleep, Junko doesn’t let anything disturb her.

Yet something does bother her. Turning her head to see the couch by the window, she realizes her escort isn’t there.

“Youngbin?” She tries calling out.

The bathroom seems to be empty as well. There’s no sound of water running. Thinking perhaps the man is going out alone on his own, Junko only sighs and then goes back to her sleep. She’s not that worried, perhaps too lax for her current situation. But she can’t help it. When it comes to sleep, her mother needed to drag her foot out of the bed once to get her to school. However, it isn’t only about her drowsiness. She believes he will come back to her.

Starting to slowly doze off back to her dreamland, suddenly she’s woken up by a door unlocking by itself. Her mind jumps out on alert. Her eyes that were heavy are now open to see who’s coming in.

“Where did you go…?” Junko asks lazily. But her mouth hangs open in confusion when she sees the one who’s coming in isn’t her companion, “Who are you?”

Wholly stepping inside then closes the door behind them, the unknown person answers with a sweet smile.

“Good morning, Junko. The name’s So Ra. I’m Youngbin’s friend from Ruska Roma. Nice to meet you.”

Feeling dumbfounded, Junko sits upright to process her morning better. A stranger woman in red hoodie walks uninvited inside. And then she’s claiming to be her guardian’s friend? Where is Youngbin? She can’t just trust her out of the blue. That So Ra can just be anyone. The Continental is a place where Youngbin said all criminals are not allowed to attack each other. What if this woman is one of those people who’s after her head?

“Where is Youngbin?” Jun sternly asks. Her knitted eyebrows show that she’s not feeling friendly right now.

“I can’t tell you where he is right now, but feel free to call him to confirm about me.” So Ra replies, still standing by the door. She won’t walk another step unless she’s sure Jun can trust her.

Cautiously taking up the stranger’s offer, Jun picks up the phone by the nightstand. Her deep brown eyes don’t leave So Ra just yet, afraid that the woman in ponytail would do something funny. Searching for Youngbin’s name in her recent calls, she then finds it on top of the list and calls him immediately. It only takes her two rings before the man picks it up.

“Where are you!?” Jun rises her voice out of fear, “I woke up and you’re not here. Why did you leave!?”

There’s a pause greeting her instead of his warm voice. Jun almost lashes out again but the moment she opens her mouth, that voice answers her. “Hey Jun, I’m sorry I didn’t want to wake you up. There’s something I gotta do to track Doyle. How’s your sleep?”

“Are you serious? You’re asking me that right now?” The woman’s annoyed with his indifferent attitude, but a part of her feels soft towards his attentive personality, “Where are you, Youngbin?” she sighs.

“Central Park. Anyway Jun, is someone named So Ra currently with you?”

“Right! That’s why I’m calling you! Who is she?”

“Relax, she’s not our enemy. Can you turn on the speaker for me?”

“Ugh…” Pulling away the phone, she turns on the speaker as she stares at the stranger who’s still standing idly—and whistling? The nerve! “…It’s on.” She begrudgingly says.

“Hey, So Ra.”

“’Sup Youngbin. A little help to persuade her would be nice.” The woman in red chuckles.

“Jun, So Ra is my friend from Ruska Roma. She’s there as a backup in case Suho hyung got hurt. I visited him this morning at Jaeyoon’s and he’s in no condition to protect you. So Ra will be his replacement to help me.”

“I-I see…” The light-haired woman mutters feeling a little relieved, “If you say so, Youngbin. Just… please come back.”

Another silence comes. The worried woman thought the line got disconnected, but hearing the sound of cars going by from where Youngbin is seems to tell her that isn’t the case.

“Youngbin?” Junko calls again.

“O-oh, yeah. I’ll be back, don’t worry. You’re safe with So Ra.”

“But you will still come back right?”

“…I will, Jun. You’re still my responsibility.”

“…Okay. I’ll be waiting. Be safe, don’t do anything reckless.”

“I can’t promise you that but I’ll try.” Youngbin chuckles in amusement. If his client were to ask his friends in the orphanage, he bets she would be surprised by how much he’s doing the opposite is in a fight. “Alright, make sure to eat breakfast downstairs with So Ra. Don’t go alone. I’ll be off. See you later, Jun.”

“Mm. See you later.” Turning off her phone, Junko sighs. She looks back towards So Ra who’s looking back at her with a friendly smile, hoping Junko can accept her to protect her. Jun closes her eyes and then nod with a smile. That’s enough confirmation for the other woman to finally walks further inside the room and sits down comfortably on the bed.

“Hungry?” So Ra asks as she tilts her head.

“Very.”

□□□

Putting his phone away to his jacket, Youngbin looks around his surroundings as he sits on the wooden bench with a coffee. There are a lot of families hanging out here, pigeons flying, kids playing balls and kites, it’s a lively public space. He’s a bit jealous of their ignorance. He wishes he could have that much spare time right now, preferably with Jun, considering his brief conversation just now. Pulling out a piece of paper from his jeans, Youngbin takes a look at the hasty hand writing on it.

Central Park, 8:10 AM, wooden bench on the south side near the trash can.

He lifts up his left wrist to check his watch. It’s 5 minutes before the designated time. Sipping his coffee to wash away his drowsiness, Youngbin continues to look at the scenery to see any sign of person he’s supposed to meet now.

“Iron Fist?” A sudden female voice from behind surprises him too much that he almost takes out his gun. But before he can, the friendly smiling face that’s greeting him stops him from doing so.

“Did Bowery King send you?”

Walking to the front of the bench, the black woman sits down comfortably before she introduces herself, “Yes. My codename is Nightingale. Nice to meet you, Iron Fist.”

“Just Youngbin is fine.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t feel professional to me. Please bear with my code of courtesy.” She answers still with the same smile.

“If you say so.” The Iron Fist shrugs.

“Thank you for your understanding. Here is the address that you’re looking for,” Nightingale says as she gives him a piece of paper and some photos. There’s a cursive hand writing on the paper, spelling the place of his target. “A lone penthouse in 990 Fifth Avenue. You should be able to get there in 20 minutes from here. Charles Doyle is currently renting the place to keep an eye on your client. Be aware of the guards outside. He tightened up the security since last night.”

“He’s scared of what’s coming to him.” Youngbin darkly chuckles. He feels honored with his target’s countermeasure. That shows the guy is taking him seriously. “Is he currently there?”

“Yes he is. He goes to work on 10 AM.”

“Alright,” Youngbin puts the pieces of information in his pocket, “Thank you for your valuable information Miss Nightingale. I’ll be on my way.” Standing back on his feet, Youngbin walks back towards his car still with the warm coffee in his hand. Sipping it once more, he licks his lips and then silently smirks. Charles Doyle is gonna end today.

After going through the traffic, he’s finally arrived on the marker on his navigation. As soon as the penthouse is visible, Youngbin slowly pushes the brake to park behind the trees. The penthouse is going uphill. From where he is, he can see there’s a lot of men in suits walking around the perimeter. After making sure he got his gun and ammos ready, Youngbin checks his bag again to pull out a set of white bandages.

When he goes to fight, the brunette feels naked without them. These bandages are a part of him. They may be thin and lacking the necessary protection like gloves, but the warrior wouldn’t want it any other way. Before he steps outside of the car, Youngbin ties the bandages around his hands, making sure it’s not too tight but enough to make them feel secure. Using his teeth to tie the last knot on his right wrist, the assassin is ready to go.

“Let’s do this.” He speaks to himself, his eyes are filled with determination.

□□□

“So… you’re a ballerina?” Jun asks as she puts a piece of sausage inside her mouth.

“Mmhm. In Ruska Roma the girls have to learn the art of ballet.” So Ra answers with a shrug.

“Is it tough? The training?”

“Hellish.” So Ra shakes her head as she puts down her cup of tea, remembering a nasty incident during her first month, “Had to pluck my fucking toe’s nail due to the rigorous training.”

“No way…”

“I think every girls in there went through the same thing. But, in the end we all just call it tough love.” The girl in red chuckles to hide her pain, “Mother used to tell us that ‘art is pain and life is suffering’.”

“…I don’t think that’s true.” Jun sadly mutters out loud, her eyebrows creased in disagreement.

“It is Jun, if you desire perfection.” So Ra sighs, she understands the sentiment behind Junko’s comment. But her client who is newly introduced into this whole crime underworld needs to know that their world is different, that way of naïve thinking is something foreign, undesirable. “And for Mother, mistake is unacceptable.”

“…But Youngbin said I wasn’t supposed to know about this whole problem. What’s gonna happen to you?” Jun asks worriedly.

“Well,” So Ra grins as she leans back on her seat, sighing after imagining what’s going to happen to them, her included, “You don’t need to worry about that. What matters the most is to kill the guy that’s been targeting you and keeping you safe.”

Telling her not to worry is just doing the opposite to her. She shudders to think of the worst case scenario that could happen to So Ra and Youngbin, possibly even Suho. She hates to put them into more trouble than they’re already in for her. More than this, Junko doesn’t think she can take it.

Oblivious from their attention, a man far away from the dining room sees them sitting together and exchanging carefree laughs. His hand picks up his phone to take a picture, a proof for him to keep and spill towards someone he knows would be not amused with the situation.

To be continued

[daybreakx]

➵ sf9 youngbin x fem! reader. enemies with benfits(ish). smut, zero plot.

➵wc: 803 words

➵ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight degradation, fingering, piv, hair pulling, marking, creampie. everything portrayed in this writing is consensual, however be smart about having sex and do not take this as an example. If this writing isn’t for you, DO NOT INTERACT, that includes minors, of course. unedited.

➵a/n: i don’t usually write smut so please keep that in mind. feedback is appreciated as i do look forward to improving❤️

this was a request by @petitebakers​

“I thought you hated me.”

Youngbin’s voice comes from above you and although your eyes are half-closed, you can tell his smiling. That smug, disgusting smile he saves especially for you.

“I do,” you breathe, though your grip around his forearm tightens.

Not a believable statement when he is quite literally balls deep inside you. Youngbin chuckles, his hips moving back leaving you almost empty before he rams back into you, causing a whimper you cannot swallow.

This doesn’t have to mean anything. It hasn’t meant anything the past three times it’s happened. Youngbin is a de-stressor for the same stress he causes.

“Of course you do.” He’s still amused, although you can hear that slight lack of breath before he thrusts his hips again.

“Shut up, Youngbin,” You roll your eyes. You certainly don’t want to talk, you only want him to keep moving. To feel his dick against your walls, throbbing and pulsing. “And keep fucking me.”

This makes youngbin halt every movement. Not before pulling completely out of you, the newfound emptiness has your pussy clenching around nothing and you thrash against the mattress, your legs closing to rub against each other wanting to create the friction you need so badly.

Youngbin’s hand is between your thighs, keeping them apart before you can even catch relief. His head cocks to the side slowly and his fingers ghost the inside of your thigh, painfully slow.

“Say please,” he says, his tone grave and demanding. It usually takes a little more to piss him off, but he’s not having it tonight. “If you want me to keep fucking you, say please.”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, yet the grip he’s got on your thighs is strong enough that you can’t possibly close them. And you need to feel something.

“I’m waiting,” he coos, and his fingers trace a path up. Youngbin taps them slowly closer and closer to the place where you want them.

You want to make a smart-ass remark, but your brain empties the moment his index finger teases your entrance. And he enters it so slowly it’s torture. You moan.

His thumb moves in circles on your clit just as slow. Teasing you, testing you. And when you thrust into his hand he presses you down harder than before.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” He mocks and adds another finger, pumping in and out.

You like his fingers, he damn well knows how to use them. But they’re not enough, not tonight. You moan again as he continues rubbing the small bundle of nerves and his fingers pump you teasingly. 

“Please,” you finally give in. Your throat rasps the word out while both your hands sink on the mattress. “Please.”

“Oh look at you, begging to have a dick inside you.” Youngbin sinks his fingers on you again, more aggressive this time and when he pulls them out, you don’t have enough time to beg again before his penis is on their place, filling you up. 

He is relentless now, thrusting hard and fast. His lips attached to your neck as he grunts and moans, joining your already uncontrollable mewls. One of your hands runs down his back, you know he is going to make you pay later for scratching him, he might leave a mark on your neck as of that moment. But your brain doesn’t dwell on the details, not when you can feel the knot forming on the pit of your stomach, you’re close to your release.

You pull on his hair and Youngbin’s moans become deeper, wilder as he increases the pace. The sounds of skin against skin and your moans mixed is extremely sinful and you are glad you chose to reunite in your apartment instead of his. Another ‘please’ escapes your lips when his hand goes down to your clit again and finally, with a loud whimper you reach your orgasm. 

“Good girl,” Youngbin manages to say still rutting inside you. Through the fog of pleasure you can feel his dick twitching, before he comes inside you. “Good girl.” he repeats, slowing down yet not pulling out of you even as his boner dies down.

Your heart is racing and your body still spasms a little but you sigh, satisfied. This doesn’t happen as often as it should, you think. And immediately toss the thought aside. It already happens a lot more than it should. 

When Youngbin pulls out and falls next to you in bed, you feel his seed seeping out and shiver. 

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he promises staring first at the mess and then at your face. “Let me catch my breath for a minute.”

You still hate him, and he still hates you. But that doesn’t mean you can’t do this. It’s like a small favor.

[fanfic-wonderland]

SF9 as The Office Chatacters (Without Context)

Yes, I did a thing.

Youngbin as Gabe

Inseong as Pam

Jaeyoon as Jim

Dawon as Michael

Rowoon as Kelly

Zuho as Toby

Taeyang as Erin

Hwiyoung as Phyllis

Chani as Ryan

[you-did-well-moon]

Sf9 reaction to s/o fangirling over someone else

Type: fluff

Word Count: 4695 haha 69 yes im a child

TW: insecurities, possessiveness 

A/N: I don't think any of the boys would be extremely jealous in this situation. They might be a bit jealous and insecure. Ha, you’re going to see people who aren't in sf9 because the multi in me was taking over. Don't be afraid to talk to me and wash your hands clowns - Moon

Youngbin

Idol: Suho - Exo 

All day, Youngbin had been reading the book you had recommended. You got that the book was really good. After all, that's why you had recommended it, but you had been ignored in favor of the book. You had tried everything from pouting and acting cute to annoying him by whining and continuously poking him, but Youngbin had a ridiculous amount of patience. You eventually gave up huffing and throwing yourself in the chair In front of the computer.

You opted to watch any video you could find on YouTube suddenly remembering a song your friend had told you to listen to. Shrugging your shoulders you decided to give it a chance because why not? Searching up the song called “Let’s love” and you recognized the person knowing he was the leader of a popular group and curiosity probed at you. The video loaded and you were immediately met with Suho’s handsome face and soothing vocals. You felt your mouth slowly open as you subconsciously leaned closer to the screen mesmerized by the man inhabiting it. Your head nodding along to the soft melody of the song.

“Wah, this song is so lovely and soothing, and he has such a calming voice. How can someone be so handsome yet so pretty. His face looks so serene he must be such a good leader”.

Youngbin has been reading the damned book on the bed behind you immediately looking up when he heard your words also recognizing his senior on the screen. He pressed the off button on the computer smiling innocently when you narrowed your eyes at him but pouting right after. He pulled you up asking if you wanted to go to the ice cream shop you had asked him to go to before. As soon as you stood up he would pull you into a chaste kiss slipping his hands under your shirt to rub at the soft skin under it before playfully pinching it laughing softly when you squealed and jumped away from him. He would cross his arms playfully glaring at you shaking his head childishly when you went to kiss him again.

“You can't kiss me until you tell me i’m more handsome than him because I’m your boyfriend and I should always be the handsomest to you. No? Fine you won’t even be getting a goodnight kiss today. I hope you’re happy with yourself y/n”

Youngbin would try to distract you when he saw you fangirling over someone else. Play fighting with you by avoiding your kisses and affections and acting like a child softly teasing you. Of course, he would eventually give in to you. Youngbin is not capable of saying no to you. 

Inseong

Idol: Aron - Nu’est

You and Inseong were on the couch with him drawing on the journal you had given to him claiming his drawing skills were getting too rusty. Meanwhile you were bored out of your mind having given up on asking your boyfriend to spend some time with you a long time ago. You had even put your feet on his lap, but he shoved them off to rest the journal there, and you had leaned against him, but he gently shook you off because he couldn't draw well with you leaning on his arm like that.

You switched between channels with disinterest trying to find something entertaining. That’s when you stopped at an episode of “Problematic Men'', the show only catching your attention because Inseong had been on it before. Boredom slowly changed into interest when your attention was constantly drawn to one of the guests and idol, Aron. You found his nervous smile cute and refreshing, and you were very impressed with his academic achievements. You kept making little noises of surprise the more you got to know him, and you couldn't stop yourself from going “aaw” at Aron’s quirky yet cute personality.

 “He’s so cute, look how his shoulders lift up as if trying to hide himself when he’s embarrassed. He’s so smart too and he got accepted into a famous university, but he still chose to do music. He’s so inspirational.”

Inseong had already noticed you looking at the idol with admiration, and he had to purse his lips to stop himself from saying anything. Shoving his face back into the journal trying and failing at trying to not get distracted by your sounds of awe at the artist. As soon as you said that, Inseong dropped his journal sputtering as his eyes flickered back and forth between you and the TV. He would tackle you ripping the remote from your hands and turning the television off. He clasped your hands in his pulling you so that the upper half of your body was on his lap. He leaned his head against yours, his wide eyes masked with seriousness holding contact with your own. He tickled you softly, smiling as your laughter rang around the room, not allowing you to move since he had trapped you against his own body. 

“Has my girlfriend really been stolen by a man she has never met? How unfortunate, I, a man who loves a woman who doesn't love him enough because said woman is currently drooling over another man while her loving boyfriend sits right next to her. Ah I can feel my heart breaking”.

At first, Inseong would be shocked at you fangirling over someone else. He wouldn't even be able to form words. Inseong is laid back and rolls with the punches most of the time, so he quickly adjusted to the situation joking around with you while having some kind of physical contact with you.

Jaeyoon

Idol: Jaehyun - Nct 127

You groaned walking into the living room where Jaeyoon was already sitting on the couch assorting a variety of snacks on the coffee table in front of the couch. As you walked into the room, Jaeyoon looked up to give you his bright dimpled smile. You couldn't help but smile back at him gently running your hands through your hair when you reached him while you flopped onto the couch. You guys decided to have a date at your apartment instead of going out.

Jaeyoon laid down on the couch placing his head on your lap while pulling your hands back to his hair. You got a blanket from the back of the couch placing it mostly over him not really needing it since his body warmth was enough to stop any shivers from racking through your body. You guys didn't really plan on watching something specific, so after some convincing from Jaeyoon himself, you settled on watching the latest episode of weekly idol which featured Nct 127. Throughout the duration of the episode your attention kept getting drawn to the dimpled vocalist. Jaehyun who was undoubtedly handsome, but rather than looking at his features you found yourself laughing at his antics. It was particularly after an innocent dimply smile was sent to the camera after having finished singing wonderfully that you squealed out.

“How can someone be so hot but so cute at the same time, and oh my- his dimples. He is so talented too! He sings, he raps, and he danced so well too. He’s a total package!”

Jaeyoon would feel his eyes narrow, tongue licking his plump lips getting ready to put you in your place. He stood up blocking your view of the tv meeting your confused gaze with a devilish smile. He pushed you back laying you on your back on the couch, and he straddled you pinning your hands above your head. You looked up at him with wide alarmed eyes, breath catching when you saw him eye the soft sliver of skin exposed by your shirt riding up when your arms were lifted. Jaeyoon would lean in his nose almost touching yours. 

“I don't think so love. Your heart belongs to me, and my heart belongs to you. Don't forget that. What are you doing looking at another man when I’m right here, your boyfriend, the tickle monster”

He would then stoop to blow a raspberry against your exposed skin laughing evilly when you shrieked and running away to your room. Jaeyoon would want to shock you a bit. Although it was all with a joking intention, there would be a small part of him that would feel slightly possessive.

Dawon

Idol: Jackson - Got7

You had accompanied Sanghyuk to a music show where Sf9 were going to perform since they had recently had a comeback. You were currently in the waiting room with various staff moving around in order to prepare the boys for the stage. You were sitting on the couch next to your boyfriend with your head leaning against his shoulder scrolling through Instagram since you got bored with Sanghyuk too excited about performing to really focus on anything you were saying. 

He was still very much aware of your presence. His arms fit snugly around your shoulder playing with your hair, and his eyes flicking to study you every so often smiling softly when he saw you laughing at a random post you had found. You perked up when one of your friends sent you a post only telling you about how hard she had laughed while watching it. Your interest peaked so you clicked on the post recognizing the loud and social rapper of Got7. You watched as the idol reacted dramatically at a situation sitting on a table to get everyone's attention only for the table to break and Jackson with the broken part of the table in his hands with a shocked expression on his face as he looked at it. You couldn't help but laugh loudly immediately, grabbing Sanghyuk’s attention.

“How can someone be so funny, dramatic, and cute all at the same time. He looks like such a warm and open person. He’s so talented too, he produces his own music. “

You had whispered these words hoping no one would hear them, but Sanghyuk had heard them loud and clear. His shocked face would instantly turn into a scandalized one as he looked at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He snatched your phone from your hands sitting on it and leaning away from you while you stood still shocked at how fast everything happened. You would get control of your senses tackling him while demanding for your phone and repeatedly saying his name as you sat on him. Now that he had you where he wanted you, his arms would wrap around your waist pulling you down against him making you have to rest your forearms on either side of his head so you wouldn't crush him. You were sure everyone in the room could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“I’m  the only man you should be looking at, no matter what, I can make you laugh the hardest, I can make you smile the brightest and I can damn well make you scream the loudest, babe. Let’s see how funny Jackson is when you’re sleeping on the couch.”

Sanghyuk would feel so offended. Not seriously of course, but he would be one to bring it up the next few days and remind you of the crime you had committed. He really would make you sleep on the couch, but 30 would barely pass and he was coming to carry you back to bed because he worried your back would hurt.

Zuho

idol: IM - Monsta X 

Both you and Juho were very busy, but you guys could not spend another day without each other. It had been too long since you had seen each other, so you decided to spend a day with each other in his studio. Even if you were working on your own work and not really talking to each other, it was enough just being together. You two were working on similar things since both of you were producers, but you were each working on a different project.

The company you were working with wanted you to branch out and collaborate with artists other than the ones already in the company. Specifically, they wanted you to work with a rapper since the song was in the R&B genre. You had suggested your boyfriend immediately, but they refused, so you were now begrudgingly searching for a rapper that would want to work with you. In the end, your company had to search for artists that were willing to work with you since you had no connections outside your own company. At least, they were giving you the choice to decide who you wanted to work with. The company had sent you different videos with each artist so that you could pick one. None of them really caught your attention until you came across one rapper with a velvety deep voice rapping into the mic like his life depended on it. You were hooked, you didn't even have to look at the other candidates.

“How could I even have the audacity to pick anyone else but him? He’s obviously an amazing rapper, and his voice perfectly suits my song. He has such a good stage presence and he’s a producer too?!”

You basically drooling over another idol was not something Juho expected when he took his headphones off to ask you whether you wanted to order take out now or later. Turning around in his chair he saw you staring at your laptop with your hands on your cheeks as if you couldn't believe what you were seeing. Juho felt his jaw tick as he leaned over you to shut your laptop so his form was towering over you since he was standing up while you were still sitting down. Your face was shocked and it remained shocked as Juho spun your chair around and picked you up throwing you over his shoulder. You were pretty sure if anyone touched your face they would draw their hand back because of how high your body temperature had risen. You began struggling questioning Juho on what he was doing before he made you settle with a light slap at your bum. He took you to the dorms where he threw you in the bed, and he looked at you with a pout and began whining as he dug his face into the crook of your neck nosing along on your pulse.

“If he’s such an amazing rapper why don't you go out with him. Don't look at me like that, you belong to me as much as I belong to you. First day we’re spending time together and you’re praising another man. Do I have to get an eyebrow piercing for you to look at me like that too?”

Juho is not having it. quickly talking you away from whatever has you fangirling over someone else. He would become whiny and passive aggressive with you definitely clingy for the rest of the day too. He would huff whenever you wanted to get away from him claiming that you had to pay for your crime by spending the day in his arms.

Rowoon

Idol: Mingyu - Seventeen

You were in the kitchen shoveling food into your mouth in alarming amounts as you scrolled through twitter on your phone. Rowoon was sitting in front of you also eating but having an important conversation with Youngbin. His eyes would shift over to you every few seconds softening at the way you seemed to enjoy his cooking. You had actually helped him with it even adding your own suggestion which ended up making it taste better than the result of the original recipe.

There were two reasons as to why you were eating so fast. One, the food was amazing, mostly because Rowoon had made it. Two, you and Rowoon were having your first date in weeks since you had both been busy and you couldn't stop the excitement from taking control over your body. You got distracted from thinking about the date, when your friend, a huge fan of the idol group Seventeen, sent you a post talking about how husband material one of the members was. You tapped on the link she had sent you watching as the tall man cleaned around the house and made food for the members your heart melting when you saw the bright smile on his face as he did everything. It was so domestic and sweet it make you coo at the screen.

“He really would be such a gentle and loving husband. He would be one to help you with house chores and oh my god he would be so loving and helpful with a baby. His food looks really good too”

Your earlier excitement would only fuel your admiration for the man on the screen, and it would also make you a bit louder than usual. The boys in front of you would halt in their conversation upon hearing what you said. Youngbin would grimace looking at Rowoon for his reaction, getting surprised when Rowoon slowly blinked at you. Rowoon knew exactly who had momentarily stolen his lover’s heart, but he knew one word from him and your heart would go back to where it belonged. In his hands. With a soft tone, Rowoon would call your name asking if you were ready to go on that date watching your eyes light up as you hurriedly went to wash your dishes. Rowoon smirked at Youngbin while grabbing your phone and slipping it into his pocket. The rest of the day, Rowoon upped his game practically running to open your door when getting off the car or placing his jacket on the ground for you to sit on when you wanted to sit on the grass at the park.

“You look gorgeous today just like any other day as always. Oh those cookies look good? Let's go get them. Are you cold? Take my jacket. Hold my hand so you don't get lost. It's crowded here.”

Any thought of any other man would simply slip from your mind with Rowoon around. He would ignore everything you said pretending he didn't notice and doing things that would honestly just make you forget about everyone else because his gestures were just too sweet.

Taeyang

Idol: San - Ateez

You were so concentrated on the screen in front of you not even the music blasting through the practice room speakers your boyfriend was dancing to could distract you. It was late, and you were both tired but you guys were determined. Recently, Taeyang had been trying to make his own choreographies, and he wanted you to help him which you happily agreed to since you were a backup dancer and had experience in that field. 

You guys had gotten stuck in one part of the choreography, and it was in the chorus so it was important. It would have been better to go home and sleep coming back tomorrow refreshed and reenergized, but you guys were set on getting it done today. While Taeyang danced to the choreography you had already made seeing if anything came up, you were on your stomach scrolling through YouTube on your laptop trying to see if anything inspired you. Your clothes were sticking to your skin and you could feel beads of sweat dripping down your scalp, but you persisted. It was when you found a video of Ateez on a music show that you perked up. Your eyes were drawn to one dimpled person in the front recognizing him because your sister always talked about him. Looking up more videos of him, and you felt your jaw drop as you squealed out.

“His stage presence is out of this world. He’s one of the fiercest dancers I've seen in a rookie group. His moves are sharp and fluid. Oh- he’s not even a part of the dance line yet he’s so talented”

You didn't even notice the music turn off, and you certainly didn't see Taeyang stop in his tracks and stare at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. You were so focused on the video, you didn't notice Taeyang’s eyes staring holes into you until the video ended. You looked up from your laptop in order to tell him about some new ideas you had just from watching a few videos of San dancing, and you were met with Taeyang crushing a water bottle in his hands while staring at you with an unamused look on his face. His stare was so intense you couldn't maintain eye contact as you called out his name with a questioning tone. He began walking towards you with slow calculated steps, and you stood up still not being able to hold his gaze. Taeyang tilted his head taking your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb forcing you to make eye contact.

“I’m telling you this once and only once angel, you are mine. My hands are the only hands that touch you, and my lips are the only lips that get to touch your skin. Don't forget it, love.”

Even Taeyang himself wouldn't recognize himself as he was speaking. He just knew he suddenly felt a fire at the pit of his stomach that seemingly boiled his blood. He wouldn't know how to deal with himself after, so he would give you a cheery smile asking sweetly if you had any ideas. Whiplash is real with this one.

Hwiyoung 

Idol: Felix - Stray Kids I was trying to find a mv where Felix actually has lines but I gave up jyp watch out im coming for u

You were sat in front of the Tv anxiously awaiting for the time to pass by as you turned your phone on and off to check said time. Hwiyoung was sitting on the couch behind you looking at you with a confused expression because you had refused to answer him when he asked what you were doing. Your Tv was already set on the YouTube homepage, and you bit your lip knee bouncing while you checked your phone for the millionth time.

Hwiyoung eyed the shirt you were wearing with a focused expression knowing the logo was familiar but not being able to name it. He jumped, scared at your shriek when you checked your phone because the time was finally here. Comeback time. You searched up “Stray Kids” and the music video came up making you shriek again. It suddenly dawned on Hwiyoung what was happening. You were getting excited at another group’s comeback. He saw how you looked at the screen with heart eyes, your smile big and bright occasionally stopping to let your lips part in a small “woah”. You were pretty calm until a certain someone showed up on the screen in which you shrieked again (Hwiyoung had lost count), and you clapped your hands satisfied.

“Oh wow look at his hair, it's purple and looks so good on him. I could listen to that voice every day and- are those his freckles? Oh look at him go, yes bubs, get those lines”

Hwiyoung would feel his heart sink, and he was scared. Scared because what he was feeling, he has never felt this feeling as strong as this. Insecurity. His eyes would look at you sadly watching as you beamed at the boy on the screen. He knew this was something he shouldn't be feeling insecure about, but he couldn't stop himself. He went to sulk in your bedroom flopping onto your bed and hugging your pillow. You didn’t notice him walking off. One the mv ended, you made little noises of happiness. You called your friend because she too was a huge fan of Stray Kids. She was also squealing to you about how good the MV was and how Changbin did well. You were walking around looking for your boyfriend to cuddle with and paused when you found him on your bed clutching your pillow with a frown on his face. You told your friend you had to go, and you fell onto the bed snuggling into Hwiyoung humming happily when he responded to your touch. You ran your fingers through his hair tenderly asking him what was wrong.

“It’s kinda stupid, but I got I felt bad seeing you smile at someone else the same way you smile only at me. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I guess it took me by surprise” *nervous laugh*

You wouldn't fail to reassure him, taking off the Stray Kids merch in favor of one of his sweatshirts. Hwiyoung would be the one to get insecure when you fangirled over someone else, but it really wouldn't take that much to reassure and comfort him. He would be smiling and giggling in your arms in 5 minutes tops.

Chani

Idol: Dowoon - Day6

You were laying on your bed, arms starting to sting because of having to hold your phone in a weird position since you couldn't lower them. The reason being Chanhee passed out with his head on your chest. He was originally awake, but you running your hands through his hair seemed to have lulled him to sleep. You guys were supposed to go out on a date, but you weren't mad or annoyed at all deciding he was in dire need of a proper rest.

He had been so busy lately, and he had been working endlessly. You could feel your heart sink every time you saw him because his eye bags seemed to darken every time. You raised your phone a bit to glance at your boyfriend, heart softening at the sight of his cheek mushed up against your chest, and his face looking peaceful. You smiled softly nudging his cheek gently before going back to watching random videos on your phone. You jumped a little at the sound of a notification coming through your phone hurrying to lower the volume of your phone, so you wouldn't wake up the sleeping boy. Checking out the notification you saw it was an Instagram post from Day6. You wouldn't call yourself their biggest fan, but you did your best to actively follow them. It was a video of Dowoon getting teased by Jae, the younger boy giggling and firing back.

“Aw Dowoon really is just the cutest sometimes. Quiet but cute. Funny too. I wished they would let him sing a few lines. He’s been getting better with the vocal lessons he’s getting. He’s so much more than a drummer.”

Chanhee had actually been woken up by the notification sound earlier, but he thought you would have noticed he was awake. He was getting ready to whine and pull at your hand, so you could run it through his hair because Chanhee had sworn he’s never had such a good nap like the one he just had. Apparently, you were too distracted by a video on your phone calling someone else that wasn't him cute. Hah, the nerve you had. Chanhee really didn't like the feeling he got when you called someone that wasn't him cute. It didn't matter if it was a person on the other side of the screen or your own baby. He was the only one you were allowed to call cute, or anything else. He shifted to let you know he was awake. You instantly lowered your phone eyes lighting up when you saw that he was awake which made his heart flutter, but you still weren't off the hook. He saw the surprise in your eyes when he looked at you with an offended expression. His eyes were narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. He shifted so he was fully on top of you, still being careful as to not crush you. He shook his head letting his hair tickle the sensitive skin of your neck not stopping the squirming until you put your hands on him.

“I don't like it when you look at someone else the way you only look at me because that's the look meant for me. I’m the only you can call cute. Don't be mean and call someone else cute. I don't like it.”

Chanhee would be kind of surprised. He had never felt the need to be clingy or whiny like this. The grumpy expression on his face wouldn't leave even if you couldn't see it because his face was buried in the crook between your neck and shoulder. He would become happy again when you ran his hands through hair enough time to make him sleepy again enjoying the feeling of your body against his.

[be-your-fantasy]

~ Stare ~

SF9 Youngbin x Reader

Genre: Suggestive. Kinda spicy. A tad smutty if ya know what I mean 👀

Summary: Youngbin is preparing his next dance cover and he is having trouble focusing with his love nearby

I highly recommend watching Red Moon by Kim Wooseok before reading this to help better imagine this scenario! (Also its heckin spicy and amazing!) Word Count: 1,005

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You were walking to the practice room when you could hear sultry notes floating from down the hall. Your boyfriend Youngbin had texted you earlier letting you know he would be working late today, he planned on releasing a new cover dance video soon and was working hard to complete it. He told you the song had a sexy vibe to it but he never did tell you what song it was. As you approached the practice room you understood, Red Moon by Kim Wooseok was playing, you could feel the hairs rise on the back of your neck.

You softly opened the door to peak inside, eyes landing first on the bright red hair you were so familiar with. Youngbin was so absorbed in the movement he didnt notice you quietly walk in, his eyes intently trained on his reflection in the mirror.

You had seen him perform many suggestive and sexy concepts before, but this one hit a little different. The movement of his hips as they swayed side to side, slowly, his body rolling to the beat. You could feel embers ignite low within you, your cheeks growing brighter as you watch.

Suddenly you hear a grunt of frustration as Youngbin misses a beat, walking over to pause the music and noticing you standing by the corner, eyes wide and cheeks a beautiful shade of rose.

"Ah, jagiya!" He said with a smile, his frustration quickly melting from his face. He notices your expression and a darkness sets into his eyes, a hunger. He loved seeing you flustered by him, but alas, work was calling. You noticed a brief shake of his head as he broke his trained gaze on you, gave you a quick kiss. And was back in front of the mirror waiting for the music to begin again.

You sat down and pulled out your phone in a desperate attempt to distract yourself, anything to pull your attention away from the incredible display before you. These attempts were in vain however when you noticed him stealing glances at you as well, his frustration growing ever more apparent as his favourite distraction was drawing his mind away.

"Jagiya, come here." He said with his low and commanding voice, a voice he knew you couldn't refuse.

You nearly drop your phone in surprise, Youngbin had never used that tone with you outside of your shared apartment. You looked up to glance at his eyes, the hunger within them had returned.

Growing impatient he came over to you and took your hand walking you to the mirror, placing your back against it. He placed a gentle hand under your chin, raising your eyeline to meet his. The pink tones that never left your skin from earlier now growing into the same shade as his red hair.

"Do not look away from me." He said before returning to where he had been practicing, just a few feet in front of where you were now standing. Youngbin very well understood the power his stare had over you, he loved being able to make you melt with just a glance.

The track picked up from the beginning and so did he, moving his body effortlessly to the beat, eyes locked with yours the whole time. Hand wandering down his torso before grabbing his waistband and swaying his hips side to side. You feel the embers burn within you, a fire threatening to consume you, cold sweat trailing down your back. He reaches out with 2 fingers beckoning you closer, you remember this being a part of the choreography, but you take half a step towards him as if in a trance.

The smirk grew wider on his face, you hadn't noticed at first but as he danced he inched himself closer and closer to you. He sunk to the floor in front of you running his hand down his front and grinding the air between you, never breaking his gaze.

If only you could see yourself, your cheeks a flaming crimson, knees growing weaker and mouth slowly falling open. The face Youngbin loved and adored so much. You didnt know how much more you could take, your glance beginning to wander away to give your cheeks a chance to cool off. Your favourite part of the song was coming up, 'I just wanna take you down' could be heard, but your focus was now on Youngbin quickly coming towards you, placing his hand on the mirror beside your face, caging your body between his and the mirror.

"I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me, my love, do I need to remind my jagiya to listen?" He says as he guides your face to meet his, stealing a hungry kiss from your lips. His free hand begins to wander your beautiful figure, you wrapped your arms around his neck to steady your ever weakening knees.

The soft sound of the practice room door opening could not be heard over the music, but Rowoons gasp could. You and Youngbin quickly looked at the door to find Rowoon and Chani standing at the entrance, Rowoon covering Chanis eyes and looking as though his child's innocence had been ruined. If you could melt into the floor out of embarrassment at that very moment, you would have. Youngbins cheeks grew a slight shade of pink, but kept his calm composure.

"Sorry about that, we were just leaving. Some lessons are better learnt at home anyway." He said with a cocky glance at you. This however did nothing to calm poor Rowoon who's face was now permanently frozen in flustered offense.

The two of you quickly grabbed your things before Youngbin tightly wrapped his arm around your waist and slipped past the other members, wasting no time in racing home. You were both excited and nervous, you couldnt wait to have some alone time with your boyfriend, but you also knew that by the end of the night you wouldn't have just 1 set of red cheeks.

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Hope you enjoyed! 💗

This was dedicated to 2 people I know who both love our Binnie! They also helped me have the confidence to start this blog! My best friend 💜🌠 and the writer @lost-inthedream I love you both!

[forehead-enthusiast]

Muse

Pairing: Rowoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: An artist and their model- both too attracted to each other to admit it. 

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Rowoon sat a few feet away from you, as still as he could, which wasn’t very still at all, but you appreciated his effort. You had a sketchbook propped against your knees and a pencil in hand, and were doing your best to trace the contours of his face against the page.

“How’s it going so far?”

“It’s okay.” You hadn’t gotten much completed yet, and if you were entirely honest, it was difficult to capture how beautiful he was. Still, it wasn’t altogether awful. He fidgeted as you looked up to take him in once more before returning your gaze downward. Without you knowing, he gazed at your figure, bowed over itself, infatuated with your focused expression.

It was fairly easy for him to sneak glances. You were always so engrossed in art that you barely noticed anything around you, which was lucky for him. This wasn’t news to you, of course. You knew how focused you could get as you watched graphite grind onto paper, trying to pull the dreams from your mind and trap them in the form of rough sketches and pictures. You got so focused, you almost forgot how attractive your usual model was.

Almost.

It was rather distracting to have a model of such caliber. Every angle on his face was breathtaking. Every shade of brown in his glossy hair was stunning. Every time he breathed in, you felt the urge to illustrate the way he looked when his chest rose and the way he looked when it subsequently fell. If only your hand could keep up with your brain, you’d have filled the room from floor to ceiling with stacks upon stacks of drawings, but alas- you had to focus on one moment of him at a time. 

“Am I sitting still enough?”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, you’re fine. I’m just grateful you’re willing to do this for me.”

I’d do anything you asked. Especially if it means I get to spend hours with you alone. The words floated around Rowoon’s head, taunting him with their straightforwardness. He waved them away with a swing of his large hand before he noticed you looking and flashed a totally natural smile. He sighed discreetly as you looked up every so often, each time your eyes alight with inspiration and flecks of sunshine. 

Sometimes he liked to close his eyes and take in the world that seemed to only exist for you two: the scratching of a pencil, the smell of aging wood and dust that was suspended in time, and the warmth of the setting sun on his skin. 

Time seemed to fade as he sat there. The world stopped turning, nighttime stopped falling, the ice in your water bottle ceased to melt. The air moved like honey, thick and sweet and slow, and he’d let himself drown in your drawing sessions if he could. 

He hoped you felt similarly, even if only a bit.

You did.

You wondered if he ever noticed you drawing extra slowly on some days, longing to extend the minutes and prolong the inevitable goodbyes and goodnights. You wondered if he thought you looked at him too long or too often, or with too much softness in your eyes. He’d be right. You wondered how you managed to get into such a wonderful predicament. So gently tortuous in its opportunities. 

“Is my pose okay?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Rowoon, it’s fine.” It was a silly question. No matter what he did, he’d look like a masterpiece anyway. That’s the beauty of being beautiful. Every movement, every instinct, every flick of a finger and every sidewards glance was lovely. 

“Alright, just checking. My shirt isn’t on backwards or anything?”

“No, it’s not. You know models don’t usually talk this much, right?”

He grinned sheepishly, swinging his legs gently through the air. He looked so young and boyish sitting there, like a grade schooler waiting to get his picture taken for the yearbook. It was such a contrast from his tall and imposing stature it made you smile without realizing.

Rowoon watched your eyes crease with affection, and prayed the glow of the sunset would mask the warmth on his cheeks.

He let the silence stretch on, only occasionally tapping his fingers on the underside of his stool when he couldn’t resist. He thought about how your eyes draped over him, taking in his minute details. He thought about your hands tracing over his silhouette, sliding across his jawline and shoulders, and flushed at his own imagination. He pictured what it would feel like if you were to actually get up from where you sat and touch him, your gray-stained fingers threatening to smear their imprint on his skin.

You looked at Rowoon, and wondered what could lead him to make that expression. How would you describe it? Tender? Bashful? It almost seemed scandalized by itself, as though it was trying and failing to restrain impulsive thoughts. It was both hard to look at and hard to tear your eyes away from. 

Your flush matched his. Your hearts pounded in tandem with each other, and you could almost hear their rhythm reverberating off the walls if you only listened closely enough.

Rowoon couldn’t stop his imagination from blooming with scenarios of you and him, and, worried they’d begin to overflow out of him in petals of confessions, broke the silence.

“S-so what are you drawing right now?”

You found yourself snapped out of the trance that peculiar expression of his had trapped you in, and took a moment to compose yourself and answer.

“Ah, the lips. My favorite part.”

There was a long pause, and you realized the implications of your answer as Rowoon pressed a hand to his chest, desperate to keep his heart contained within.

“Of me-”

“T-to draw! My favorite part to draw.”

“Right, of course!” He forced a laugh, and couldn’t even convince himself it sounded organic. 

You tried to return to drawing, but your pencil hovered above the image of his lips, and you found yourself clutching the thing too tightly to draw properly. You hoped it wouldn’t snap in your grip- you only had the one. What, you didn’t claim to be some professional artist who could afford more than one decent pencil at a time.

“…Why aren’t you drawing?”

Rowoon’s low voice seemed to fill the space around you, rich in its tone.

“It’s your favorite part, after all.”

He gulped. You imitated him unintentionally. His mind was going even more wild than before, practically exploding with thoughts of you. He bit the lip you were struggling to draw, teetering on the edge of no return. You were just a few feet away. The distance seemed to widen as he watched it, and it seemed to threaten that if he waited much longer, it would become too great a gap to close.

“Do you need a closer look?”

He got up from his stool, and took a step towards you. His feet felt glued to the floor, in the space where the model was meant to stay. He pried them up. 

You stiffened as you watched him come closer, the expression on his face mesmerizing yet somehow terrifying. While you could never admit it, never assume it, you understood what that expression meant. Who it was for. You covered your face with your sketchbook, but even with it blocking your vision, you could picture the way he looked vividly, and grew frustrated at its inability to shield you.

Long fingers tapped on top of the sketchbook, pushing it down and away from your face. No matter how many drawings you must have of this face, nothing could prepare you for it at this distance. 

He was crouched down on the floor, looking up at you. You’d never seen him from this angle. Your heart raced at the sight, sometimes forgetting to pause between beats. 

He took hold of your wrist gently, guiding it towards his face.

“Touch me.”

Your fingers reached out despite yourself, and pressed gently against his lips. Your thumb slid across his bottom lip, and while you weren’t sure if you could really be considered conscious, you took note of how soft it felt. 

Your sketchbook and pencil slid off your lap and clattered onto the floor as he kissed you.

His jaw was tilted upwards in your hands. His palm was large enough that it completely covered yours. You could taste the sunlight on his lips, warm and gentle like summer rain. They fit so perfectly against your own, it was a pity to separate them, even to kiss again a moment later. In those pauses, his murmurs would fill your mouth, your lungs, his mumbled words would dance on your tongue. He murmured your name. Your name, over and over, as if reciting an incantation. The way his voice sounded when he said it was soft and smooth and dark, and felt like velvet when it touched you.

It felt dangerous to kiss him. It was addictive, all too pleasant to be permitted. He grew sweeter each time you lingered. At some point you had slid off your chair to join him on the floor carpeted with eraser shavings. His hands had discovered your lower back, and embraced you like there was no other purpose for them in life. Meanwhile, your hands had found his neck and the collar of his shirt, and left the smudges of silver he’d been fantasizing about. You could feel his racing pulse against your fingers. 

The sun had finished setting. Cool shadows were strewn about the room, coating you in shades of gray and blue, but his hands on you were warmth enough. He looked at you, breathless in his arms, and wished he had the ability to draw, to immortalize this moment. He let his fingers run themselves through your hair, and smiled softly. 

You couldn’t even meet his eyes. You could feel the flush that had spread to the tips of your ears, the back of your neck. You figured if you were to face him directly now, you might simply melt.

He lifted your chin, and grinned when your eyes widened, then tightly shut.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I love you too much.”

You scrunched your face up tighter at the words that spilled out uncontrollably, far too honest to be intentional. His low laugh floated around your ears. You opened one eye cautiously, only to find him staring at you adoringly. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, then the other, then all across your nose and chin and forehead. He kissed your fingers, your palms, his lips exploring the hands that knew him well. 

“It’s the same for me.” He spoke into the curves of your hands. “I love you more than you can imagine.”

He cupped your face in his hands, and pulled you suddenly into another kiss, as if to memorize how it felt when your lips melted into his. You practically fell onto him, with his arms supporting you as you pressed against his broad chest. He leaned back onto the ground, gently taking you with him, and began to smile too widely to kiss you properly.

“Yes!”

He positively beamed in celebration, his soft hair splayed on the floor. He looked like an angel with a coffee-colored halo framing his face.

He really was a masterpiece.

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

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SERIES

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SHORT SERIES / ONE SHOTS

↳ The Meaning of Freedom |F, A|

Barista!Zuho x Street Racer!Dawon

Status: Finished

Sanghyuk’s parents have always been very controlling, and the way he deals with it through street racing. When he’s on his motorcycle, riding against the wind, he finally feels free. That is until he meets the cute barista Baek Zuho, who makes him challenge his perception of what it truly means to be free.

[kpophours]

One Love || part IV

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing

➵ word count: 3.4k

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The day was passing way too quickly for your liking, and when you finally left your department building that evening - already too late for the movie night -, you hadn't even managed to finish your last edit on the research paper Inseong wanted to publish soon.

You hurriedly left the campus, almost running towards your car. When you started the motor, your phone began to vibrate - Dawon’s caller ID showing up on screen. You quickly answered: "Hey Dawon."

"Where are you? Are you lost again?!", he asked without greeting you back, and you huffed. "I'm not! I only just got out of work, so I'm running a teeny tiny bit late - I'm sorry!", you apologized, but the man on the other end of the phone just laughed. "Well, you’ll just have to stay longer tonight, then - to make up for the lost time."

You rolled your eyes, but had to grin nevertheless. "I will, I promise. I'll just go by my apartment real quick to change into comfy clothes and then I'll drive over, okay?"

"Perfect! Please don't get lost again."

At that, you simply hung up on him and carefully navigated out of your parking spot, speeding away.

Half an hour later, you were already driving towards the farmhouse. You had managed to find it without any problems this time, and parked directly in front of it. You quickly got out of the car, grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat and followed the path towards the porch and front door. At home, you had quickly changed into comfortable clothing, so now you were wearing a pair of black leggings and an oversized knitted jumper, some fluffy socks in your bag to put on later. You had also bought some snacks for the movie night - salted tortilla chips and double chocolate chip cookies.

When you rang the doorbell, you were greeted by Zuho who immediately opened the door, surprising you. "Were you... waiting for me?", you asked, a bit baffled, before entering, letting him pull you into his arms for a short hug. The handsome man grinned. "Yes, Dawon didn't want us to waste any second."

You just laughed at that, kicking off your shoes and jacket and following the tall man into the living room. Dawon had transformed it into an even cozier place for tonight: fluffy throws, a somewhat ridiculous amount of pillows as well as some mattresses where all placed in front of the giant tv screen mounted to the wall. "YOU'RE HERE!", Dawon immediately yelled upon spotting you, jumping up from one of the mattresses and running over to you, hugging you enthusiastically. You laughed, returning his hug. "Hello, Dawon. Sorry I'm late - I brought snacks though.", you said playfully, shoving said snacks into his arms. "Ohhh, you're forgiven - double chocolate chip cookies, my favorites!" His eyes shone while he walked back towards the couch where Jaeyoon laid sprawled upon. He only lazily waved at you from his comfy looking place upon the many pillows, and you smiled at him. Just then, Rowoon entered the living room, hugging you as well and smiling cutely, showing off his dimples. "Found the way this time?", he asked playfully, and you rolled your eyes. "Great, I'll never hear the end of this...", you murmured, only half-serious, making the others laugh.

"Nope, never!", Dawon shouted, already munching on a cookie. You fell down beside him, quickly putting on your fluffy socks - white with little pink hearts on them. Dawon eyed them with raised eyebrows. "Jealous?", you asked teasingly and he nodded.

"Immensely."

You giggled and grabbed for the cookie he had just taken from the box. "Hey!", he protested, and you grinned widely.

"Sharing is caring." With that, you shoved the whole cookie into your mouth, beaming. Dawon immediately began to tickle your sides, which caused you to laugh and then choke on the cookie. After your coughing fit didn't stop for some seconds, Dawon looked slightly alarmed, beginning to gently smack your back in the hope of freeing your windpipe again. Thanks to that, you were finally able to breathe again, but tears had filled your eyes from almost suffocating. You just looked accusingly at Dawon, still unable to talk.

"I'M SORRY!", he immediately shouted, somewhat panicked.

"Great, we have her over for only the second time ever and you almost manage to kill her off. Good job, Dawon.", Zuho commented, gazing at the older man in an amused manner and gently flicking a finger against his head. "Hey! That hurt.", the other man complained, rubbing the sore spot on his forehead and stealing another glance at you - who was still slightly red in the face, but had finally calmed down a bit.

"Sorry.", he mumbled again, and you smiled at him. "It's okay. But I sure as hell won't be stealing another cookie from you in the near future." He laughed at that. "Good."

Thanks to his wolf's hearing, Youngbin had known you’d arrived the second you had parked your car in front of the house. He had also heard you greet his pack members as well as your bickering with Dawon and your coughing fit. He wanted to go downstairs and greet you as well, but he was nervous - what if the others noticed you were his mate?

Jaeyoon and Dawon weren't known as the... subtile kind of people, so if they found out about this, they'd probably start giving hints or making inappropriate jokes and innuendos. Zuho and Rowoon wouldn't to anything like that - both were way too thoughtful for that. But Zuho was also very perceptive, so if one of the others would find out... it would definitely be him.

Youngbin sighed deeply, lost in thought, and looked at himself in the mirror mounted to the wall beside his door. He was wearing black joggers and a tight long-arm shirt - comfy clothes for a relaxed evening in front of the tv. Still, he couldn't bring himself to leave his room and go downstairs to join you just yet - even though his wolf was purring inside him, demanding to see his mate who was SO close to him.

"YOUNGBIN!"

He sighed even deeper this time.

"KIM YOUNGBIN!" That was Dawon, of course. "WE WILL START WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!"

"Do it without me then.", he murmured and ruffled his hair, slightly exasperated.

"Y/N MISSES YOU ALREADY!"

At that, he stopped mid-gesture, heart beating way too fast inside his chest.

"DAWON!" That had been your voice, sounding rather squeaky and shocked. Youngbin couldn't help but smile, chuckling to himself at your obvious embarrassment.

Meanwhile, you - still sitting downstairs in the living room beside Dawon - were mortified.

"What? You just asked for him!", the cheeky man just said, looking smug, and continued to munch on another cookie.

"I- yes, b-but...", you began to stammer, but Dawon immediately interrupted your rambling: "No but! Apparently, you seem to miss him - why would you ask for him otherwise?”

"I- just... I mean, he said he would join our movie night! I just wanted to know where he is... because he's not here... and I thought that maybe he went out or something like that...", you murmured, feeling your cheeks grow hot.

"I'm not out, don't worry. Tadaa, here am I.", that was Youngbin’s voice, sounded rather amused. You looked up, feeling his burning gaze on you when you saw him standing in the doorway of the living room. Your cheeks were definitely red by now, you were sure of it. "Well, obviously.", you answered, trying not to sound or seem too affected by him: did his shirt HAVE to be that tight?!

He grinned at you and plopped down onto the mattress beside you, shifting around until he sat comfortably. His leg brushed against yours, and you felt your breath hitch a little, but you stared stubbornly at the tv screen in front of you, determined to ignore him.

"Sooo... Now that we’re all here - what movie do we want to watch first?", Jaeyoon finally asked, absentmindedly sorting through the dvd collection. "Black Panther!", Dawon immediately yelled, his loud shout making you jump. Youngbin beside you grinned, and you shoved him playfully. "Don't laugh at me!"

"I wouldn't even dream of it.", he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. You stuck out your tongue at him and quickly looked back at Jaeyoon again. "Any Marvel movie sounds good to me.", you finally said diplomatically, "Except for the old Spiderman ones. Those ones are way too cringy - especially the third one."

Zuho nodded in agreement. "I'm against those ones as well. How about Lord of the Rings though?"

"I just watched all of those last weekend. But I love them, so any of those would be fine with me.", you said. "Harry Potter?", Rowoon proposed, and before you could happily exclaim your approval, Dawon interfered: "Nah, we always watch those during our movie nights. How about Star Wars?"

You continued to argue for almost fifteen minutes before finally settling on Black Panther, Dawon’s first suggestion. You quickly snatched one of the fluffy throws before the boys began to fight over the rest of the blankets, happily cocooning yourself into the duvet. Youngbin beside you was the only one not trying to get one of the comfy throws, and you looked at him, a silent question on your face. He just shrugged. "I don't want to fight with them.", he explained quietly, and you smiled at him, offering to share your blanket. At first, he looked a bit taken aback by your offer, but began to smile after a few seconds. "Thanks." With that, he quickly scooted closer, slipping under the blanket as well. Your heart began to race at his close proximity, but you tried to seem unaffected by him. Youngbin could almost feel your nervousness, which was pretty much mirroring his own state of mind.

You didn't manage to concentrate on the movie the whole time - you were way too occupied with Youngbin sitting directly beside you. You were almost cuddling, sitting so close to each other. After a while, you grabbed the edges of the throw and pulled it up and over your shoulders, now completely covered by the blanket.

"Are you cold?", Youngbin murmured quietly so only you were able to hear him. You shrugged. "Not really, but it's cozier like this.", you whispered, not looking at him. "Mhm.", he gazed at you from the corner of his eye and pulled the the blanket higher as well. After a few more minutes had passed, you felt the lightest of touches on your wrist. Your heart stopped for a second before sputtering to life again and pumping way too much blood through your whole body. Your sharp intake of breath was thankfully drowned out by the loud sounds of the movie. You finally moved your hand a bit and it easily slipped into Youngbin’s bigger one, your fingers interlacing. You couldn't suppress the small smile playing on your lips and out of the corner of your eye, your saw it mirrored on Youngbin’s face as well. You stayed like this for the rest of the movie, Youngbin’s thumb tracing light patterns on the back of your hand. Your pulse was still too fast, he could feel it thanks to your hands being pressed together - but it only mirrored his own heartbeat. It took him every ounce of strength to not simply wrap both arms around you and pull you onto his lap - he only held back due to his younger brothers being in the same room as you two.

After Black Panther ended, Dawon jumped up from his many throws and pillows, running towards the dvd collection. "And now?", he looked at the others, raising one eyebrow when he saw you and Youngbin huddled together under one blanket, looking very cozy with each other. It was only thanks to Rowoon’s warning gaze that he didn't say anything - yet.

"Deadpool?", Jaeyoon proposed, grinning widely. Dawon groaned. "Your obsession with that movie is getting out of hand, Jae!"

"Hey! That's not true - but it’s just... so good!"

The other man just grumbled something inaudible and gazed at you. "What do you want to watch?"

You raised both eyebrows, shifting a bit in your place. "Uh... Deadpool's fine with me?", you answered diplomatically, earning yourself a radiant smile from Jaeyoon. "Same goes for me.", Youngbin nodded in agreement, quickly followed by Rowoon and Zuho. "Mhm, fine.", Dawon mumbled defeated, putting the dvd into the player and quickly snuggling back under his blankets.

Rowoon, Jaeyoon and Dawon all fell asleep during the third movie. Your own eyes got heavier and heavier with very passing minute too, until your head finally dropped down on Youngbin’s shoulder. He inhaled sharply, looking down at you, not even realizing that Zuho was observing him. He smiled softly at you - his mate -, burying his nose in your soft hair and inhaling deeply. You smelled fresh and sweet and just like… home, in a way.

You mumbled something inaudible before shifting a bit and burying your face in the crook of Youngbin’s neck. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he finally wrapped his arms around you. "Mhmm.", you made, eyes still closed, but your arms wrapped around his torso as well. It was only then that Youngbin noticed Zuho observing him. "Is she your mate?", the younger man asked, his gaze steady. Youngbin froze for a few seconds before he finally nodded.

"That’s what I thought. Does anyone else know?", Zuho inquired further, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't think so. I just… didn't know how to tell you guys...", Youngbin murmured.

The other man sighed. "Well, I get it. Just... don't let too much time pass. Tell Inseong, at least - he deserves to know."

Youngbin closed his eyes for a few seconds before he nodded. "Yeah, you're right - it just... never seemed to be the right time so far."

Zuho tilted his head to one side, observing his alpha for a second. "He will understand. It's not as if he’ll be able to say anything against it."

"I know, but I still feel bad after... well, you know what happened." Youngbin looked defeated, but Zuho just shook his head. "The past is the past, Youngbin, you can’t change it anymore. You have to try and forgive yourself - so that you can have a brighter future with your mate."

"I know. I will try. I just need some more time to figure everything out. Could you-"

"I won't tell."

Youngbin smiled at his younger brother. "Thank you. We... we're going on a date tomorrow. After that, I will tell Inseong and maybe the others too."

Zuho grinned. "She's already fallen for you, so don't worry too much."

Youngbin raised his eyebrows. "And how do you know that?"

"I'm the proud owner of a perfectly working pair of eyes. Everyone who's only a little observant can see how she looks at you. And by the way - you're not even half as good an actor as you think.", Zuho said, amused, making his alpha groan.

"So, maybe you're not the only one who has noticed...?"

"Nope. Pretty sure Inseong already knows what's up too - and Rowoon, Hwiyoung as well, maybe."

"Well, great...", Youngbin murmured, immediately looking down at you when you shifted in his arms, making a small whimpering sound in the back of your throat, hands fisting into his shirt.

"Hey, Y/N.", he whispered, shaking you gently, "You're just dreaming. You’re safe."

"Nooo...", you whined again, eyes moving fast behind your closed eyelids. Youngbin shook you again, this time really trying to wake you up. "Y/N, you're having a nightmare - wake up.", he said, a bit louder this time. You finally opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings in mild panic. "W- what happened?", you murmured, still not completely awake yet.

"You had a nightmare.", Youngbin explained softly.

"Oh... I'm sorry.", you whispered, ducking your head in slight embarrassment.

"Don't apologize! What... what did you dream of? Are you okay?"

Your heart began to flutter when you realized that Youngbin’s arms were protectively wrapped around you - and that he was gazing at you with soft, understanding eyes, his face only inches away from yours. "It... it doesn't matter.", you whispered, still holding onto his shirt with both hands. "You can tell me.", he murmured, his eyes darting to your lips, before he looked into your eyes again.

You just smiled. "I know. But not tonight, okay?"

He simply nodded - and in that moment, Dawon groaned and rose from his many pillows, dark hair sticking out in different directions. You and Youngbin immediately separated, bringing some distance between your bodies. "What time is it?", Dawon asked, tiredly rubbing his eyes. "A bit after three in the morning.", Zuho answered, making you jump - you had completely forgotten about him, as he was sitting on the sofa behind you. "That late already?", you gasped, throwing the blanket from you, "I need to get home!" Dawon looked at you in a slightly incredulous manner. "Are you serious? It's way too late for you to be driving! You're staying the night.", he said, shaking his head at your protest, "And that's not debatable."

You helplessly looked at Youngbin, but he just shrugged. "I agree with Dawon. We don't want anything to happen to you - and we have more than enough rooms for you to stay in."

"I... I don't even have pj's with me! Or a toothbrush!", you said, already sounding defeated though. Youngbin grinned. "We can provide, don't worry."

"Well... alright then?", you finally agreed.

"Yay! A sleepover!", Dawon yelled, managing to wake Jaeyoon and Rowoon with the noise.

"Hey, what's going on?", Jaeyoon asked groggily, looking around in a confused manner. "Y/N’s staying the night.", Dawon declared happily, already jumping up. "I'll get you some pj's from me and show you your room."

"No, I'll do that.", Youngbin intercepted immediately, the wolf in him growling at the prospect of seeing his mate in Dawon’s clothes. "I- what?", the younger man looked taken aback, eyes big and round in his face. "Just let it go, Dawon.", Zuho said, poking the other man with his naked foot. "Hey! That's not very sanitary!", the latter one complained, throwing a pillow at Zuho.

"Oh lord, let's move - this will not end well.", Youngbin murmured, hurriedly pulling you with him out of the living room. He didn't let go of your hand even when you had already left the room - he just pulled you with him up to the second floor, pointing at one of the many doors. "That's one of the bathroom, it's mostly used by the other guy's mate- uh, girlfriends. There are fresh toothbrushes under the sink as well as towels, wash cloths and so on. And this will be your room for the night." With that, he opened another door, leading to a small yet cozy room with a single bed, an almost overflowing bookcase and an old rocking chair. "I'll bring something for you to wear to bed.", Youngbin said, smiling softly and disappearing into a room a bit further down the floor.

You stepped into your room for the night, immediately walking towards the bookshelf and looking at the many books. You knew some of the titles, but not all of them - some of them were in different languages, Latin and Greek, some even seemed to be Japanese, Korean and Chinese.

"Here you go."

You jumped when you heard Youngbin’s voice behind you, not having realized that he had entered the room again. You turned around and took the dark clothes he held out towards you. "Thank you. I... we are still on for tomorrow, right?", you asked, somewhat shyly all of the sudden. Youngbin leaned against the doorframe and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Definitely. I’ve been looking forward to this the whole week."

You immediately beamed up at him. "Me too."

"Well, then... sweet dreams. If you need anything - my room is the last one at the end of the floor, on the right side.", he murmured softly, one hand reaching for the doorknob.

You flushed at the idea of going to his room while he was sleeping, but nodded nevertheless. "Thank you - you sleep well too." He winked at you and finally closed the door behind him.

After recovering from his wink, you quickly changed into Youngbin’s clothes - a pair of dark shorts that reached past your knees as well as a big, comfy shirt. Both smelled of laundry detergent, but also a bit of him. You’d never admit to having buried your nose into the shirt - even though it definitely did happened. After quickly removing your make-up and brushing your teeth, you slipped between the unfamiliar covers of the single bed, closing your eyes. 

Just seconds later, you were already fast asleep again - no nightmares haunting you this time.

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A Happy Accident

soulmate!Youngbin everyone has a tattoo on their wrist indicating their soulmate word count: 445

a/n: This fic is a secret santa gift for @kpop-colorful-fairy! It’s been a lot of fun getting to know you and chat with you Hannah and I hope you enjoy this little fic! Merry Christmas!

On the inside of everyone’s wrist was a tattoo, one that showed you who your soulmate would be with two symbols, one for you and one for your soulmate. For you, you had yet to find the person with the tattoo that matched yours.

However, as you were walking down the street, studying your soulmate tattoo, wondering when you would find them, you bumped into someone. Looking up, you found the eyes of a handsome stranger. His eyes were a deep brown that captured your attention, his hair a sandy blond.

“Sorry!” You both said at the same time, jumping away from the other.

The man that you had bumped into looked at you with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“I’m fine!” You assured him, “And I wasn’t looking where I was going either.”

He reached his hand up to head, and was about to say something more when familiar symbols on his wrist caught your eyes. Your mouth opened wide, and without a word you held up your wrist for him to see.

His eyes widened as he studied your wrist and he let out a soft, “Oh.” And then he started laughing, a bright and genuine sound that made you feel light and happy. “What a way to meet!” He chuckled, “My name is Youngbin, and I’m so glad to finally meet you.”

You told him your name and he repeated it with a smile. “So then, soulmate, would you like to grab some coffee and get to know each other?” Youngbin asked, a wide smile on his face as he held his hand out to you.

“I’d love that you!” You said with a nod and took his hand. The two of you walked and talked, holding hands, and you’d never felt more at home.

Months later, after the two of you had officially started dating, you were sitting together on a couch, supposedly watching a movie, but your attention was much more on each other than what was happening on the screen.

As the two of you cuddled you traced the outline of the tattoo on his wrist, studying the shapes that were so familiar to you.

“What are you thinking about?” Youngbin asked gently, watching you trace his tattoo.

“As silly as it might sound, I’m glad I bumped into you that day. I don’t how long it would have taken for us to meet if not for that.” You looked up into his eyes and found yourself captured by the gentle fondness he looked at you with.

“I’m glad too,” he said, “And so happy to have you in my life.”

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Kim Youngbin | The Escort

Chapter 5. / Confrontation

Warnings: Violence

Word count: 4459

Pairing: Youngbin x OC (female)

Featuring: Suho (EXO), Jaeyoon

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Youngbin is stealthily approaching his first target. He’s in the most vigilant state for today, he makes sure the coffee he drank doing its job. As soon as he gets close enough, with a swift movement he locks the man’s neck as he pulls him in with his arms. The man’s struggle is futile for 2 seconds later his life is forfeited with a snap of his neck. After the body is falling lifelessly to the ground with a thud, Youngbin continues to move to the nearest bodyguard and quickly does the same. He wants to gather as minimal attention as possible.

He’s currently on the side of the penthouse. Hiding behind the wall, he takes a peek to see how many guards he has to take care of.

“6. Alright.”

The man is confident. Cocking his gun, Youngbin then steps out of his hiding to shoot the nearest guard on his line of sight.

“Shit! One down! Notify Darian!!” One of them shouts as soon as they hear the thunderous gunshot. He immediately brings out his own gun to shoot the intruder.

However, it’s not that easy.

Youngbin uses the guard’s body he had shot as his shield. With a precise aim, he shoots one guard who’s stupidly walking closer towards him to get a better shot. Quickly cocking his gun again, he then pushes the body away from him to gain more mobility. A moment of defenseless is what it takes for his enemy to start firing their rounds. Youngbin immediately crouches down and run as fast as he can towards another guard. When he sees his target pointing his gun towards him, Youngbin uses his left hand to quickly grabs a hold of his hand and stopping him from pulling the trigger. Using his other hand, he shoots the man in point blank range.

“What the fuck!?” Another one curses when he witnesses how fast the assassin is.

Not wasting any time, Youngbin uses both of his hands and shoots the rest of the guards.

Lawn area clear.

But it’s not the time to let his guard down just yet. With the whole gunshot party, he’s sure everyone in that penthouse heard him. His attentions shift towards the windows that separate the lawn and the inner part of the house. For a second there he sees his reflection.

“….!?”

The man realizes it’s not only his reflection that’s present by the window, but there are three man behind it that’s equipped with a machine gun and it’s pointing towards him. Without wasting his breath, Youngbin runs towards a huge tree to take cover. The windows shatter immediately upon the rapid bullet’s impact.

“That’s a little barbaric, don’t you think!?” Youngbin laughs in his hiding, wholeheartedly amused with his situation, “Damn, Doyle.” From within his jacket, Youngbin pulls out a single grenade he had stocked up from The Continental. Pulling out the safety pin, he takes a peek from his cover to see how far he needs to throw it. He sees the windows are completely shattered to the ground. Those men are completely bare for him to blow up. With a single powerful throw, Youngbin throws the grenade into the house, completely obliterating those three poor guards with a spectacular bang.

After he feels it’s starting to die down, Youngbin walks out of his cover. The smoke is still too thick for him to get a clear vision but he can tell how much damage he has done with that bomb. He still readies his gun just in case someone else is coming out of that area. Very unlikely, he ponders.

“I can’t believe he’s hiring these amateurs to protect him.” The brunette clicks his tongue in disbelieve. He doubts the men he killed even know about the world he’s living in. That makes him wonder, where is Darian? He could swear he heard that name shouted from one of the guards before.

Carefully walking inside of the house, Youngbin decides to try finding his final target. He uses his arm to cover his face from the smokes. Squinting his eyes from the dusts, as he walks further inside, he can see the kitchen area further in the back of the room. The house turns out to be roomier than he had thought.

The assassin is scanning the room around him. There is a corridor that leads to another part of the house. It’s still untouched from the damage of the grenade he threw.

It’s oddly silent he thinks. They must be hiding in the dark, waiting to ambush upon his arrival. But that doesn’t scare him at all. Knowing the bodyguards are a bunch of small fries, the only person Youngbin worries about is Darian. He’s sure that guy must be present in this house.

With careful steps, Youngbin starts walking through the corridor. Both of his hands are ready on the gun. He can see that it’s very bright on the other side, it must be another living room. He’s taking a mental note of an open space that he needs to deal with.

Walking past the corridor safely, he finally arrives at the living room that’s completely unscathed from the whole gun fight before. It’s completely empty. Not a soul in sight. Other than the wooden interiors, he can see the view of New York’s skyscrapers from the wide windows. Youngbin feels wary. What if Charles Doyle isn’t here?

“So you’ve come.”

Completely snapping him out of his thought, Youngbin immediately goes back to high alert and points out his gun towards the voice. They’re coming out from another hallway towards the east.

A familiar man with someone older appears from there. They’re not alone, four more guards are standing in front of them. The assassin can easily identify those two.

“Huh,” Youngbin smirks, “I see that you’re recovering well, Darian.”

The huge man chuckles lowly, “The Bowery King must’ve tipped you off.”

“Does that matter to you?” The assassin answers nonchalantly, “He bows to no one but The High Table.”

“It seems like you’re ignoring me here,” An annoying high-pitched sound interrupts their fleeting conversation. Walking forward uninvited, he begins to shamelessly introduce himself. “I’m Charles Doyle. It’s very nice to finally meet you, mister Iron Fist or should I call you… Kim Youngbin?”

Youngbin chuckles, mostly because of his poor attempt on pronouncing his name. Moreover, the fact that this old man is his target makes it even more annoying.

“I don’t care. I don’t have the time to play around with you,” Youngbin’s tongue rudely answers, he doesn’t have the time for bullshits, “Today is going to be your last.”

“Who-whoa hold on, young man! Let’s talk!”

The assassin raises his eyebrow. The finger that was almost pulling the trigger stops halfway, wondering why Charles Doyle is acting funny. As much as he wants to cut short this weird conversation his target trying to initiate, he is also curious to hear what he’s going to say.

Acknowledging his hesitant behavior, Charles continues to speak, knowing well he may still have a chance, “Let’s make a deal.”

“…What?”

“How much did Han pay you?”

“...Hah. Seriously?”

“I’m going to cut to the chase. I’m going to pay you 5 times more than he does.” The business man grins, “In return, I want you to join my side and then—”

“Then what? Kill Junko Han?”

“You got it.” Charles shrugs with a big grin plastered on his face. “Seems like we’re on the same wavelength here, yeah? What about it? Care to switch side and end this bloodshed?”

Youngbin chuckles. To think that this situation is actually happening to him. Truth be told, during his assassination career he never once got this kind of tempting offer. The reason why? It’s easy to know, if you’re an old timer in the underworld.

It’s a well-known fact of how loyal The Director’s children are to their Mother.

“I can’t believe you let him talk about this deal, Darian.” Youngbin answers in disbelieve, “Are you trying to disappoint him?”

The bald man merely chuckles, “You have to forgive my client’s ignorance. He’s new to this business. Well then, your answer?”

“You know what it is.”

“I see. A shame then.” Shaking his head in disappointment, Darian gives an approving nod to the rest of the bodyguards. He proceeds to take Charles Doyle with him back to his room. The assassin could hear his target shouting about how he would regret this. But of course, that threat means nothing for him.

Without warning, the bodyguards are starting to shoot at him. 6 vs 1, in the middle of this spacious living room, it’s easy to find your target. But no time to think, he runs back towards a long white sofa, hiding behind it to take cover. The shooting doesn’t stop just yet. The guy reaches out towards his jacket again, trying to find some ammo.

“Shit. One cartridge left.” He grunts.

He takes a quick glance from his hiding, shooting towards the direction of his enemies. Immediately taking cover again, he could hear a loud groan coming from one of them. It seems like he got a good hit.

The bullets are starting to slow down. It’s the moment where they’re getting more cautious, trying to get closer to Youngbin to corner him. He looks at his right, waiting for that one guy to get close enough towards him. Then as soon as he sees the tip of his shoe, Youngbin leaps out towards the man and then punches him on his face. He makes sure that his position stays behind the man he’s hitting to make sure the others won’t get a clear sight to shoot.

Easily winning the melee combat, Youngbin doesn’t take away the man’s gun immediately but proceeds to take on the nearest guy in front of him. Being on point blank, it’s hard for the second bodyguard to shoot him. Quickly Youngbin grabs his arm and then pulls him in for a hard kick on his stomach. The man falls unconscious instantly. Before he’s bare for a shooting spree, he takes out his own gun again before the body falls completely on the floor. Not wasting the last five of his bullets, two men are dead unceremoniously without able to touch him. Realizing that he’s out of bullets, Youngbin throws the gun towards the man in front of him to shake him off. He then grabs a glass vase on his left and then throws that as well. The vase shatters upon impact, giving Youngbin a clear opening to knock him out cold.

But then he let his guard down for a second.

“Argh!!” Youngbin groans loudly. His right shoulder got shot, blood’s starting to seep through his jacket. But his adrenaline rush keeps him away from the pain. Picking up a piece of shattered glass, he throws it towards the direction of the one who shot at him and then successfully hit his chest. Of course it’s not enough to kill him. After he sees the man stumbling back, Youngbin runs towards him and then kicks him until he falls to the ground. Using his boot, he stomps on the piece of glass on his chest, pushing it further inside. The poor guy screams in agony before he dies.

“Shit.” Youngbin curses under his breath. Of all places it has to be his right shoulder, his dominant arm. He may not feel the pain that much but he knows his body is more honest than his stubborn mind. His arm wouldn’t work as good as minutes ago and he still has to take care of Darian. But just worrying about it wouldn’t get things done. He starts walking quickly towards the direction where Darian took Charles with him.

Kicking the locked door, Youngbin gets his way inside with force. He sees Darian standing readily in the middle. Charles? He’s cowardly hiding behind the desk.

“This ends now.” Youngbin growls.

“Why won’t you accept my offer!?” Charles shouts from behind the desk. The fear felt obvious within his trembling voice, “Do you want me to raise the price!? Just tell me how much—”

“Shut your damn mouth. I don’t give a shit about your money.” Youngbin spats, finally lost it towards the cowardly man attitude, “You’re gonna die today and that’s final.”

“Y-you fucking brat! Hey, do your fucking job and kill him!!” He orders from behind that damn desk. Poor guy, he’s scared shitless.

Sighing, the big man stretches his arms and neck, “This better be worth it.” Darian chuckles lowly.

The final battle begins. Youngbin brings both of his fists into his front. He brings his martial arts stance out for a show to his opponent. Despite of the wound on his shoulder, his posture still looks strong. Solid. Intimidating. People wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s injured if it weren’t for the blood that’s sipping through his jacket.

Darian, of course, realizes this. The cunning man cockily grins. He’s confident Youngbin is only millimeters away from his grave.

He lunges ahead first. A strong left jab coming towards Youngbin’s right. He dodges that easily and prepares himself for the upcoming continuous attacks. Each punch is targeting his weak points. One jab almost took a hit to his ribcage if he wasn’t enough. A sharp pain then comes uninvited to his wounded shoulder, forcing him to hiss to suppress the pain. That one second of opening let Darian to send a strong right kick towards his body.

Youngbin quickly blocks the attack with his arm, but the difference of body weight sent him harshly to the bookcase. The impact gives another sharp pain towards his shoulder, but the Iron Fist grits his teeth to make sure he doesn’t let that weakness again slips again. He curses mentally, taking notes of how the son of a bitch didn’t actually gave his all back in The Eugene.

From behind of his shielding arm, Youngbin sees his opponent is already walking towards him for another hit. Using the height difference to his advantage, he dodges the punch by crouching down, resulting Darian hitting on the books instead. Youngbin throws his arms around Darian’s waist, pushing him with all his might into the glass table ahead, shattering the vulnerable furniture into small pieces.

Holding on to the momentum, Youngbin sits up and throws a punch towards his opponent’s face. It seems like the cracked jaw injury from last night hasn’t fully healed yet, considering the loud groan coming out of him. His punches are relentless, mercilessly making sure that Darian would lose the shape of his own face.

Until he grabs his wrist and stops him.

“Don’t get too cocky, you piece of SHIT!” The big man roars before he pulls Youngbin in for a head butt.

Youngbin screams and hisses loudly. His forehead’s throbbing over the impact. He feels dizzy that instant and let his guard down. Before he knows it, Darian is already dragging his collar and throws his body into the wooden table where Charles is hiding.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” The cowardly hiding man screams when he hears the loud bang on the table.

“Fuck!” Youngbin curses under his breath. His right shoulder’s throbbing like mad, but his dizzied head is the real problem he needs to overcome quick. His vision is still a bit blurry, but he knows that the big guy is coming closer to him. As soon as he’s dangerously close enough, the Iron Fist musters up his strength for a hard kick on his stomach, toppling him backward.

Darian grins. Spitting his blood, he waits for Youngbin to stand back up from the table. He refuses to let this end so easily.

“You’re a fucking stubborn one, Iron Fist.”

“Heh,” Youngbin grins, “same as you, asshole.”

“Let’s end this.”

Without exchanging anymore words, they let their fists do the job.

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“Hey—Suho-ssi! Stop!”

Junmyeon pretends not to hear him just like he tries to ignore the pain on his shoulder. Walking towards the front door feels like carrying leads on his back, but he’s too stubborn to admit it. Jaeyoon quickly stops his patient by standing in front of his way. He’s not giving up so easily.

“Suho-ssi, if you do this you will be nothing but a hindrance to Youngbin.” Jaeyoon pleads trying to reason, “You can’t even properly hold a gun like this. Please, go back to bed.”

“I can’t leave him alone, doctor.” Junmyeon says. It sounds weak but he’s trying not to show it, “This job is supposedly for the both of us. I can still move.”

Junmyeon looks up towards Jaeyoon. His body may not be fine, but his eyes are still aflame in spirits. They almost moved Jaeyoon to let the man go, but remembering his promise to Youngbin, he quickly steels his mind again.

“Still no. Youngbin told me not to let you go no matter what. It’s my job as the doctor to make sure that you’re recovering well.”

“I’m still going. I wasn’t asking for your permission anyway.”

The stubborn man walks pass the doctor, ignoring the warnings he was given. Jaeyoon sighs. It appears like he doesn’t have any choice.

“Fine. Don’t hate me for this.”

Jaeyoon pulls a sedative syringe from the pocket of his white coat. He then tries to pull in Junmyeon’s hand. To his expectation, Junmyeon fights back by pulling back his hand and tries to attack back. But to his avail, Jaeyoon easily counters it and cages Junmyeon between his arm. The other one gets ready to inject the syringe into his neck.

“Let me go, doctor!!” Junmyeon screams as he tries to get off the grip around his neck. He mentally curses for being so weak right now. He doesn’t have enough strength to fight back.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. Sleep tight.” Without warning, Jaeyoon pushes the syringe into the nape of Junmyeon’s neck, instantly taking his consciousness back to the dreamland. Carrying his limp body back to the bed, Jaeyoon then sits closely near the medicine shelf. The blonde man sharply exhales, looking at the digital clock by the wall. It’s 9 AM. Being aware of the time, his stomach grumbles in starvation. He realizes he hasn’t eaten breakfast.

Standing back up, he walks away towards the kitchen to find something edible. Just as soon as he opens the cabinet, he hears a loud knock on his front door. A little annoyed because of the sudden interruption, Jaeyoon sharply sighs and begrudgingly walks out of the kitchen to see who’s the early customer. Opening the small hole on the door, his dark eyes peek to see who it is.

“State your business.” Jaeyoon speaks.

“I’m So Ra, from Ruska Roma. I’m here to pick up Junmyeon oppa.”

Ruska Roma? The doctor thinks she must be one of Youngbin’s friends. “Uh… About that,” Jaeyoon hesitates before be answers, “I just gave him a strong painkiller so he’s really knocked out.”

“Can you help me carry him to the car, then?”

“…He hasn’t recovered yet. I don’t think it’s a good idea to pick him up now.”

“I know, believe me I hate to do this too. But unfortunately… this is Director’s order.”

Silence fills in the atmosphere for a second. After So Ra mentions who wants his patient back, Jaeyoon knows he has no room to argue anymore. It’s not like it’s his responsibility to keep a criminal well rested inside of his clinic. If they want to go despite of their bad injuries, they’re free to do so. They’ve paid the proper price anyway. But Jaeyoon? He’s different. As a doctor he wants to save as much lives as possible, even going as far as force injecting a sedative into his patient.

But for now, he has to be the one who concedes. Someone in higher power demands so.

“…Fine. I’ll go get him.”

□□□

The blood loss is making him lose focus. He could swear Darian appears to be split in two. They have been going at it for 15 minutes, no one seems to be giving up. Sharply exhaling, his body feels heavy to stand upright. But his heart is steeled, he knows it’s going to end soon. It appears like his opponent is more or less in the same condition as him.

“Damn… Hahaha, you’re amazing, Kim Youngbin…” Darian grunts, his face is bruised and bloodied, but his grin is still confidently etched on his face, “I remember the first time I saw you in that ring… Everyone praised you, they all won a shitload of cash from putting their bets on you. Just within 3 days… you outranked me.”

��Oh, is this the reason why you still wanna work for the coward behind the desk? Is it personal? A little jealousy?” Youngbin smirks, taunting his opponent.

“Heh… maybe so,” the bigger man chuckles, seemingly unbothered by Youngbin’s mockery, “I’m going to win and then I’ll break that woman in front of your eyes. Let’s see how you’ll like it.”

Hearing that threat makes Youngbin’s fury slowly creeps in. His eyes are blown wide, his inner monster is starting to take over. How dare he say that in front of him? How dare he acts as if he’s already winning? How dare he threatens Junko’s safety? Youngbin won’t let him speak any more. He’ll make sure he won’t get out of here alive.

“I’m gonna break your bones until there’s nothing left you can use to move an inch.”

The dead stare on his eyes bring excitement towards the bigger man. They mean business and oh yes, you can bet Kim Youngbin will live up to his words. He means every single one of it. Darian goes into a defensive state, preparing himself for another upcoming attack.

Youngbin throws a solid jab towards Darian’s ribcage. He then uses his foot to make the bigger man loses his footing, resulting him falling towards the floor on his ass. Not wasting his chance, the ruthless fighter stomps his boot on top of his stomach, forcing out a loud groan of pain. He then flips the man over and then pulls his left arm backwards, his foot pushes on top of his shoulder blade.

“ARGH FUCK!”

Darian screams the instant he feels his left arm painfully gets dislocated. His limp arm gets dropped carelessly on to the floor. He can feel the sharp throbbing pain permeating his shoulder. It’s useless now.

“FUCK you Young—GAH!”

His speech gets cut midway with a foot pressing on his head, pushing his face down on to the floor, not giving him a chance to speak a word.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re pissing me off.” Youngbin bellows coldly. “You see, I respected you, Darian. I really did.” He continues as he pulls in Darian’s right arm and then tightly grabs the wrist, “But you… really had to tell me such cheap, insulting, threat…”

With a twist, he snaps another one of his arms.

“FUCK!!”

Looking down towards his enemy, his dark eyes are now void of sympathy.

“You see, I don’t actually give a shit about your issue towards me,” Youngbin lowly speaks, his voice is dripping with spite, “I outranked you? So what? I always win. If you can’t keep up then you’re just weak.” Sitting down on his back, Youngbin rests both of his elbows on his knees, “I am the Iron Fist. If you think just for a second that you’ll win against me, you’re wrong. Why do you think I prolonged this fight, huh?” With a whisper, he moves closer towards his ear, making sure that his enemy hear every single word, “It’s to selfishly satiate my need for a good fight.”

Youngbin’s words sent shivers down to his spine. His pupils are blown wide in fear that he refuses to admit. Is he going to lose? Is this the end? He can’t use both of his arms anymore, is there even a chance for him to win?

“But don’t get me wrong. I did respect you, I had fun. That is, until you decide to threaten me with her.” The assassin continues. “Good bye, Darian.”

Standing up slightly, he pulls Darian’s head by the neck, his hands are positioned tightly under his jaws. His knee pushing on between of his shoulder blades, making sure that the bigger man can’t move. Then, with a careful handling, he pulls Darian’s neck until he hears a loud crack. It’s an instant, swift death.

Youngbin lets go of his head carelessly, moving away from the body to finish the next target.

“You’re next.”

“N-NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

Walking towards the table to find the hidden rat, he sees his final target to be cowering in fear. There is a gun in his hand, but they are shivering so much that it looks so pathetic. Youngbin gets cringed just by looking at it. He sighs. When he tries to take the gun away from Doyle, the older man can’t even pull the trigger. He helplessly looks up like a puppy trapped in a sewer.

Youngbin checks the gun to see if the safety lock is off already.

It’s not.

“…Unbelievable.” The brunette mutters as he takes the lock off.

“Y-you have to understand!”

“What?”

“That Han took everything from me! He stole a hundred million dollars deal from me, taking it for his own!! I’ve spent so much time and money to win the auction, I’ve lost so much! That money could’ve been—”

“Tch. Loser…” Youngbin sighs, pulling the slide of the gun to load his ammo.

“O-ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!” Doyle shouts again in an attempt to save his own life, “I-if you spare my life, I promise to stay away from Junko Han, AND also give you the money!!”

Looking down to the pitiful man, Youngbin points the gun towards the middle of his creased sweaty forehead.

“We’re done here.” He speaks for the last time and pull the trigger.

□□□

Walking outside towards his car, Youngbin mentally cursing the pain all over his body. He’s lacking sleep, lacking blood, and shamelessly hungry. He has to bear with all of that until he reaches The Continental. Thinking about that place, he remembers Jun. Her peaceful sleeping face was the last thing he sees. He wonders if So Ra is taking good care of her. He seriously hopes so.

Once he sees his car is on sight, he finds it not alone. Someone else is already waiting, sitting on the cap with crossed hands, wearing a black trench coat.

“…Luca?” Youngbin calls out to the familiar man.

“Hey,” Luca waves, “Get in.”

To be continued

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

Why Me?

Youngbin x Reader

Angst

Summary: Some times you have to do what’s best for you.

When Youngbin asked if you were ready to tell his band mates, you were so ready to tell them. The company would be notified afterward. And then eventually their fans would find out. You were nervous, but you knew that most of his group knew, or had an inkling, about the two of you. So telling them went smoothly.

His company was not happy though. They wanted their boys to be seen as available, at least towards their fans. So they were about to force the two of you to break up when you asked if you could just keep low. You really loved Youngbin, and you didn’t want to break up with him. So they eventually relented, allowing you to stay together, but since then your relationship started to go downhill.

“God, you know that I can’t do that!” He groaned as you suggested another date. 

“I just want to go on a date!” You yelled. “Is that so bad?”

“Yes! It is! I can’t be seen in public with you!” He yelled back. You paused, did he really not want to be seen with you. “I need to make my fans happy so that my group can continue to make music!”

“Well not all of your fans would stop listening to you if our relationship came out!” You tried to make your tears to back into your eyes, but they still continued to well.

“But most of them would!” 

“You know what? Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.” You yelled as you went towards the door. “Since you can’t take me on dates, or even show me the least amount of affection then what is this relationship?” You turned to him. “You already seem like you don’t even want to be seen in public with me, let alone show me any sort of love.” You scoffed. “All we do is fight now.” You pulled on your shoes, Youngbin standing in the middle of your apartment. “I’m going to leave.” You said quietly. “And when I come back in the morning, I want all your shit gone.”

[leskpopdreamers]

10.23 AM]

After Chani caught you several times looking at him at awe, when he played the violin, he offered you to teach you how to play it. You happily agreed and bougth a violin for yourself. Chani felt very happy and proud, everytime you made progress and he would always reward you with a little kiss in between.

[you-did-well-moon]

Sf9 reaction to s/o on their period

Type: fluff uwuwuuwu

A/n: oh god, fun fact, I got my first period on Halloween. I think I laughed too hard and it just- Moving on. I don't have a lot of cramps, but when I do, they’re bad T-T. I remember rolling around the floor screaming “I don't want to be a girl anymore” while my mom watched from the kitchen. She then told all my aunts. ahaha actually moving on now. On to the reaction. Don't be afraid to talk to me or to request - Moon

Youngbin

Youngbin strikes me as the type of person to make sure he really wants a relationship with someone before confessing, so you’re basically his ride or die and he’d do anything for you. That being said, congratulations, you have this boy wrapped around your finger. Your boyfriend is now your personal maid. He’s the type to make you feel good. Your tummy hurts? He’s trying to make it better by massaging it. You're suddenly upset with him because of a mood swing? Youngbin will take it like a champ smiling softly at you and crushing you into his arms while wondering how you can be so cute while pouting at him for accidentally leaving your favorite cup too high for you to reach. Youngbin already showers you in compliments, but he always manages to take it up a notch while you’re on your days of the month. Youngbin will surprise you with cute little things like a bath with a bath bomb and rose petals, your favorite flowers, or proposing to bake a cake together and making a mess of the kitchen. 

“Your pants don't fit because your tummy is bloated babe. It’s normal. Just wear some sweatpants. You look beautiful either way”

Inseong

Every time, Inseong will be a bit awkward with you. Not because you’re on your period, but because he wants to do nice things for you. He’s just worried he’s doing too much or that he’s being clingy. Eventually, (after some reassurance from you because he will end up talking to you about it) he’ll grow comfortable trying to take your mind off things by doing sweet random gestures. If you’re craving something, you’ll find it on your bed by the end of the day with a sticky note accompanied by a cute pick-up line on it. If you’re on your way to work/school, Inseong will send you a text to check your gallery where you find silly selfies he took while you were probably getting ready. He will make you lay your head on his lap with tinted cheeks, and he'll read to you even exaggerating some of the dialogue parts to make you laugh. If you’re having a particular bad day, you will get met with Inseong’s unsure smile with a blanket fort behind him and your favorite movie ready to play on his laptop.

“Eh? Those cookies on your bed? Me? No no, you got it all wrong. It was probably Casper trying to make one of the most angelic people in the world show her lovely smile again”

Jaeyoon

Jaeyoon’s energy will literally sky rocket every time you're on your time of the month. Homeboy is probably preparing jokes for you two weeks prior to your period (yes, he will keep track of your period that's just how much of a boyfriend he is). He loves seeing his girl laugh, and he wants you to spend the week your mood usually gets bought down happy. Especially because of him. This dude will not be afraid to tease you. Nothing about your period like staining the bed. He teases you about things he’s always teased you about like tripping on nothing. If you’re having a particularly bad day and Jaeyoon’s lighthearted teasing gets to you, he won’t hesitate to smother you in kisses. If you’re still mad at him, he’ll follow you around pouting and acting cute for your forgiveness. You of course, give in. Something cute I think Jaeyoon would do is sit you down, your hands clasped in his and his forehead pressed against yours holding eye contact with you making you tell him all the good things that happened in your day. He’ll give you a little kiss for every good things you tell him.

“Come on y/n, you know I didn't mean it when I laughed at the toilet paper stuck to your shoe. I can't have your cute little butt slipping because of toilet paper. I know! I’ll impersonate Dawon when he accidentally ate nail polish for you.”

Dawon

Did someone order a koala? That’s basically what he becomes every time your time of the month comes around. He’ll act a bit clingier than usual (okay maybe a lot), but if you ask for space, he won’t falter in taking a step back and letting you breathe. The only reason Dawon goes into koala mode when you’re on your period is because he wants to be there in case you need/want something. Honestly, he’ll probably do something stupid like draw on your face while you were taking a nap. He will be whiny the rest of the day when you scold him. In his defense, he thought you could both laugh about it when you eventually did get up. He makes it better by letting you do something he normally doesn't let you do because he gets flustered and blushes a lot. He lets you cuddle him trace and touch his tattoos with a limited time offer of cuddles (it's not that limited). Of course you've seen his tattoos a hundred times before, but he’s usually asleep for it. In turn, he will trace lines across the slopes of your face mumbling how his day went against the crown of your head.

“What do you mean you have to go to the restroom? The restroom can fit two people. Ouch- okay I’ll get off of you just come back ASAP. I don't think I can take being too far away from you for too long”

Zuho

Juho will make sure you’re having the time of your life the whole time you're on your days. He invites you to his studio where you have crazy dance parties singing and rapping to one of his songs while you dance around with colorful wigs and other wacky accessories.  He plays stupid games with you like paper rock scissors sticking out his tongue at you when you lose but still handing you his last Skittle. If you don't want to go out, that's perfectly fine for him too. He snuggles up to you on the couch while watching a scary movie spilling popcorn everywhere and screaming in an unbelievably high pitch. He’s just trying to make your period as not miserable as he can. He becomes even softer for you (if that’s even possible). He lets you play with his hair or put crazy makeup on him. Although he may look grumpy while in the process, he goofily laughs posing ridiculously when you tell him he looks pretty. He’s even letting you distract him in the studio tickling you when you grab his attention for too long.

“I never thought I'd look this good in long pink hair. You got the lyrics wrong but I'll let it pass since you’re cute.. and I love you”

Rowoon

Seokwoo usually teases you a lot, but he eases up on it when you’re on your period.He will bring you tea and pills when you’re having cramps watching worriedly as you curl up in pain. He runs his hands though your hair softening the crease between your eyebrows and shushing you softly when you whine out in pain. He will push you to eat saying the healthier your body is the better you will feel after your period ends. He contentedly smiles watching you fondly when you eat what he made. He will bring you outside and make you play something simple such as catch telling you he read on the internet that moving around will help ease up the pain in your lower abdomen. He is very patient with you when you get overly sensitive over something listening to you talk waving your arms around while internally thinking of how cute you look crying at Finding Nemo. He then eventually herds you to the bed telling you take a nap tucking you in and leaving a kiss against your forehead rubbing his nose against yours playfully before leaving to shower promising to join you later.

“Come on love, let's take a nap. I promise you’ll feel better when you wake up. See your beautiful self later babe, rest up”

Taeyang

Taeyang will also be one to tease his girlfriend, but he will change up his teasing. Instead of teasing you to annoy you, he'll do it more to bring up your mood and make you laugh. He pinches your cheek and calls you cute. Actually, you didn't advise him when you were on your period until you were sure the relationship was serious. When you first told him, Taeyang was a bit awkward, but he quickly shook it off smiling and nodding asking if you needed anything. Knowing how sensitive you can get during your time of the month, he’ll get a bit protective (not overbearing) of you. If a member teases you, he sends them a small sharp glare. He will make sure you don't watch that movie that makes you cry every time. He will make sure you spend your days while on your period as relaxed as you can. Taeyang would take you on walks with beautiful flowers and plants along the path smiling as you take everything in beaming in delight. He will stay at home with you playing his guitar while conversing about random topics with you.

“This isn't the first time you've seen those flowers jagi, yet you still stop to look at them every time. You're too adorable for your own good sometimes angel”

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung will be the member who will be the shyest when you first tell him you're on your period. He’ll probably also freak out the most when you start curling in on yourself because of some painful cramps. He probably runs around the house looking for something that can help you until you eventually tell him what kind of pills to get you and to heat up a water bottle. There’s nothing to worry about, he will definitely be more prepared for next time. He will constantly ask you if he can do anything for you, and he gets a hang of what helps you out the most. Hwiyoung spends a lot of time with you goofing off and playing around. He draws with you purposefully giving you a big nose while drawing you and cackling when you lightly throw a pencil in his direction. Something you guys would probably do is intentionally get movies many say are bad and laugh while watching them. When you fall asleep on his shoulder tired of the day’s activities, he will fondly gummy smile at you before gently shaking awake to go to bed.

“What do you mean your uterus is murdering you? Is that normal? Oh- please don't cry. Tell me what I can do to take the pain away love”

Chani

Early in the relationship, when you first tell him about your period, he will observe you quietly. He just wants to see how he can help you out, so he doesn't do anything wrong when he’s trying to take care of you while you’re on your days of the month. After getting a good look at what he can do to help you out, he will be more active around you when you’re on your period. He will take many naps with you softly singing you to sleep and resting your head in the crook of his arm lightly running his hands up and down your arm. He will act cute only for you when he sees you’re having a hard time. He sits next to the bathtub when you’re in the bath he prepared for you, and he even massages your shoulder before throwing a towel at your face telling you to finish so you could go watch some movies. He’s playful with you chasing you around your apartment spinning you around when he catches you. He smiles warmly at you and chuckles lowly when you give him those puppy eyes asking if you can go to the corner store to get snacks. He just ruffles your hair agreeing a second later.

“So what if this is the fifth nap we’ve had this day. We both need our rest. Now go to sleep and dream of me”