#shin soobin x reader

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Street Woman Fighter Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

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Lee Leejung:

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[ssivinee]

✧Kryptonite✧

1MILLION! Shin Soobin, aka Redy x BEBE! F Reader: Falling in love can be the most beautiful feeling, but what comes after can be a challenging journey. Were you ready to take the risk of opening your heart once more to the woman who had once shattered it?

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Note: ITS LATE BUT OH WELL. a tiny bit angstyyyy... just a tad bit. also first redy fic wooooo🥳.

Character Vision Board

Participating in Street Woman Fighter 2 represented one of the highest points in your dancing journey. Nevertheless, the path to get here was filled with hardships. As you were seated on Team Bebe's bench, her persistent presence served as a vivid reminder of the difficulties you had faced. Redy Shin, or Soobin as you known her through the years, was an insolent seed planted in your brain, but you could never hate her.

Because how could you hate the woman you fell in love with?

People do say your first love is like a drug, and when it's over, it leaves you in withdrawal. That’s basically what you went through over the last 8 years of your life. It all began in 2015 with the CUPCAKES. The newly formed crew consisted of multiple talented dancers. 

Back then, the crew only had around 6 members, but when it started to perform, it gained much attraction. Especially the “Towering Trio,” Vata, Bada, and Y/n, which helped people to take an interest in the CUPCAKES. Your team called you Selene, or Sel, that was your middle name, being named after the goddess of the moon.

At the beginning of 2016, the team grew as more members joined. The most notable ones were Lee Minho and Shin Soobin. When meeting the girl, your 18-year-old self fell in love. Her aura and energy felt unmatchable, with her cute face masking the fierceness of her dancing. 

"Selene-nim! I'm Shin Soobin, nice to meet you!" Those were her first words as she greeted you with an enthusiastic smile. 

Deep down, Redy had been a devoted fan, particularly of you and Bada, so seeing you in person enchanted her. You stood tall, at 6 feet, and had silky long brunette hair that streamed down to your upper waist with a hat that shadowed over your large brown doe eyes.

The start of the friendship was amazing, dare you say, one of the best parts of your life. When you weren’t in the dance studio with Redy, you guys were hanging out anytime you were free. The moments like shopping, going to get ice cream, doing challenges that trended, and even just dancing together had you feeling like you were the queen of the world.

In 2016, you began courting Redy and succeeded in winning her heart, so by the time CUPCAKES disbanded, you finally asked her to be your girlfriend. Everything was going splendidly, with both of you in a state of bliss, and Redy always felt like a princess whenever she was by your side.

But everything went downhill in 2018.

As the global trend of K-pop continued to gain momentum, the lives of dancers like you and Bada became consumed by the demands of the industry. Bada, in particular, was deeply involved in creating demo choreography for SM Entertainment while you tackled projects with JYP. The rise to stardom brought along a scarcity of time. Still, you remained committed to being a dedicated girlfriend, doing your best to make time for Redy amidst your hectic schedule.

However, Redy's perspective clashed with what you thought. In recent months, she had been wrestling with a growing sense of loneliness. The persistent feeling made her question whether her relationship with you was holding her back. Redy was young, free-spirited,  and had many opportunities ahead of her, but it felt like she was playing the waiting game when it came to you.

Adding to her emotional turmoil, both you and Bada had achieved significant fame. Bada became deeply absorbed in her work, making her increasingly unavailable to respond to messages. Redy was the kind of person who actively reached out to friends and cared for their well-being, so Bada's lack of response weighed heavily on her heart. The absence of that connection left her feeling even more isolated and hurt.

On the other hand, you made visible efforts to stay connected, which Redy acknowledged. Yet, each time she saw you and Bada featured in your Instagram stories, it fueled a cascade of negative thoughts, intensifying her inner turmoil. Photos of you guys in the dance studio, going out to eat lunch, hangouts with other dancers, doing demo choreographies for each other caused a pitch black pit to form in Redy’s stomach. 

‘You two were mainly working under different companies but still stayed in touch?’

It felt unfair to her. She was witnessing her girlfriend and old friend’s bond going strong while her relationship felt as if it was hanging on the edge of a fine thread.

That wasn’t all. The increase in followers, likes, comments, and DMs on social media made Redy feel inferior. In those moments, it felt like everyone was fighting for your attention, and she couldn’t compete. At that point, she was mainly seeing you through social media, just like everyone else. Every swipe on every story and every post was deteriorating her mental.

Redy’s breaking point happened in a quick flash during a breezy summer night in August. You went out with a bunch of friends to celebrate the release of Stray Kids ‘My Pace,’ as you worked on the majority of that piece. You sat at the dinner table, Minho and Bada by your side as you ate happily. 

The idol decided to treat his nonnas this time with their new co-workers, and he bought them a large feast. As the group ate, beside your hand was a small black velvet box and some flowers, a surprise for Redy after not seeing her for a few weeks. You texted and called whenever you could, making sure you made it clear that you never forgot about the girl.

Nearing the end of the dinner, you snap a bunch of photos and dumped them all on your story. After a few minutes, you get a message, and when seeing it was your girlfriend, you smile merrily, thinking it would be a ‘Congrats’ or ‘When are you coming over?’

But your smile drops once you read the small text sent by her.

Soobinnie🩷 Let’s break up.

With no follow-up text, explanation, or even a single call coming through, your sense of bewilderment grew with each passing moment. Your phone remained stubbornly unresponsive, and you found yourself staring at it in disbelief, trying to grasp the unsettling turn of events. You tried to text back, wanting to talk it out, but you were met with failure.

Mrs. Shin💍💍 What? Why? Baby? Soobin? Soobin-ah? *Message not Delivered*

In the midst of the surrounding laughter, Bada noticed the darkness in your eyes and leaned in to inquire softly, "Are you okay?"

As you attempted to muster a response, a surge of overwhelming emotions engulfed you. Your legs acted on their own, swiftly carrying you from your seat, and in your haste to leave, you left behind your sweater and personal belongings. The worried gazes of those around you intensified, but you were powerless to explain, consumed by an overwhelming mixture of confusion, frustration, and anxiety.

“Y/n!” You heard Bada and Minho call out but were met with looks of concern from others at their table. Your legs ran for miles. The drizzle of rain falling on your shoulders couldn’t even stop you. 

As you stood before the door, you felt a rush of feelings surging within you, prompting you to ring the doorbell without a moment's hesitation. The sound of the doorbell startled Redy, and she sat up abruptly, a look of surprise on her face. However, her heart felt heavy with the intensity in your voice.

"Baby!" you called out, your voice quivering with deep emotion as you weakly hit the front door of her home, "Soobin! Please!" Your plea sounded desperate, and you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath after that long run. 

Raindrops clung to your eyelashes, making it hard to see, and the cold wind cut right through you. Your soaked clothes and trembling body told the story of your determination to reach Redy, to mend what was broken between you.

"C-can… can we talk about it at least?" you stammered, your words rushing out, your heart longing for a chance to make things right. Redy just stood there, her eyes empty and sad as she listened to the rain. It was as if the weather outside had bled into her heart, leaving a heavy silence.

Did she feel like she was in the wrong? Yes. 

But did Redy feel like it was right for her? Yes. 

After bearing 30 minutes of the chilly breeze and rain, you sank into a deep sense of defeat, met only with a deep silence. Your body shivered uncontrollably as your once-black tank top now clung to your skin. Your hair dangled damp, with raindrops glistening on your arms like delicate jewels.

On that day and moving forward, you were never the same. Maybe if you had an explanation, you’d be fine, but there was none. The outgoing and vibrant version of you was long gone.

So here you were, seated, leaning back and supporting your weight with your hands as you stared at Kang Daniel, who introduced the show and judges.

Redy was almost in disbelief when she saw you during the crew introductions. She had to rub her eyes just to make sure she wasn't imagining things. It nearly brought tears to her eyes because you looked so different from what she remembered. In the photo, your eyes seemed cold and distant, without a hint of the warm smile she used to know.

When she glanced at your list of achievements over the years, a sense of pride welled up within her. She couldn't help but feel happy for you, considering how far you had come and all that you had accomplished.

“Her and Bada have been working together for years, right?” Amy asks and Harimu nods. “Since the CUPCAKES, im pretty sure.” As those words left Harimu’s lips, everyone’s eyes cautiously darted at Redy, who didn’t care about all the looks she got.

Mixed feelings currently lingered in her heart. She couldn't help but feel a little resentment about you being on Bada's team, given your history together. But, despite these conflicting emotions, she also thought that you were a perfect fit as the sub-leader of Bebe. It was like the universe had chosen you for the role, leaving her both proud and unsure of how to feel.

When in the fight zone, Redy’s eyes peered to the left several times, her eyes being captivated by you all over again as if she were the teen you met all those years ago. When you were all told to change, it was time for battles, and Redy was unexpectedly the first one up.

You didn’t have any no-respect sticker, and everyone was seemingly afraid to actually face you, so when Redy walked in front of your crew, you immediately knew who it was. “I choose Bada.”

Your best friend, who sipped her water, flipped the bottle in her hands as you pat her back, hyping her up a little. “You got this, unnie.”

Redy makes eye contact with you, but you subconsciously roll your eyes at her gaze, now feeling self-conscious about your presence. “Redy, why did you pick Bada as your no-respect dancer?” Daniel asks, snapping her back into reality. “I just don’t respect you,” as she said this, a scoff could be heard from behind her, clearly coming from you.

"You know, she doesn't need your respect anyway," you muttered under your breath, but Redy and your teammates heard your words loud and clear. 

"Unnie, chill out," Lusher told you, giving your thigh a reassuring pat. "I can't help it," you admitted, your voice tinged with frustration. 

As Redy began her performance, you watched as she moved to the music, showcasing just how much she had grown as a dancer. It irked you that, despite everything, you couldn't help but appreciate her presence. But when it was Bada's turn to perform, you had a strong feeling that your best friend would come out on top.

Your hunch proved to be correct, as the judge's cards displayed a light blue color. The younger members of your crew cheered with excitement, and you sat there with a smile on your face. "I knew you'd win," you told Bada, and she responded with an airy laugh. "Of course you did."

Soweon couldn't help but ask, "Do you already know who you're going to pick, unnie?" She looked at you with anticipation, and you turned your gaze toward the other three crews to your right. "I have an idea," you teased, keeping your choice close to your chest for now. After a series of battles, it was finally your turn. The announcer called, "Selene of Bebe, pick your no-respect dancer." You rose from your seat, took a few steps, and positioned yourself in front of 1Million. 

"I want…" Your voice trailed off as you scanned each dancer on the crew, but it was when your eyes locked onto Redy's that her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of your cold gaze. You held the mic up to your lips, never wavering in your gaze, and then you announced your decision.

 “Lia Kim.”

Lia stood up, shaking all her nerves away, but when she looked at you as you stood across the stage, all she wanted to do was sit back down and pray she could’ve just enjoyed your dance. “Y/n, why did you choose Lia Kim as your no-respect dancer?”

“I think it’d be fun, no?” Your voice was daring as you subconsciously glared at the woman. “I think so too,” her voice stayed strong, but as she puts down the mic, you see her sigh a little. 

As the battle went on and you moved your tall body, Redy just stared, and her eyes couldn’t look away even if she wanted. Your hip-hop style was evident in the way you moved, and as you danced, she saw you smile for the first time. It put a smile on her face too, you would always love dancing, regardless of what you went through. 

The smile on your face put one thought in Redy’s mind and one thought only.

She wanted to apologize to you and hopefully get back the woman she once loved.

After an intense hour of dance battles, the break time offered a moment of rest.

You decided to take a break and check your phone, leaving your crew temporarily to respond to some messages. As you exited the room, you saw Redy leaning against the wall, looking a bit nervous.

With a sigh, you asked, "Do you want something?" Redy seemed to snap out of her thoughts and nervously wiped her hands on her pants. Her eyes were soft as she gazed at you. "I want to say I'm sorry."

"After 8 years? You want to apologize?" You sounded a little bitter. "Don't you think it's a bit late for that?"

Redy's gaze remained sincere as she admitted, "I know I was wrong, Y/n. I was an insecure girl who didn't realize how tough things were for you. I thought I was the only one suffering while you were enjoying life with Bada." You sighed, thinking that maybe, after all these years, her apology was one of the answers you needed.

You couldn't stay angry, especially when you looked at the woman before you, realizing how much she had grown, her big eyes capturing your heart all over again. "You could've just told me that, you know?" you said with understanding. "Can I give you another chance? I want to make up for my mistakes." Redy's head hung low at the end of her sentence, but you gently patted her head. Your kind nature made it easy to give her a second chance.

"How are you going to make things right?" you asked with curiosity. In response, Redy hugged you tightly. Your laughter marked the beginning of a journey toward healing and forgiveness. For the first time in a long while, you began to feel complete again.

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THE PHOTOBOOTH | 009. HYPED FOR COLLEGE

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LET IT SNOW! ⋅ ´- c.bg

choi beomgyu and you are best at one thing: getting on yeonjun's nerves. going out for a snowball fight on the first winter snow, he has the perfect plan. ‧ׅ ˚

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ᰍairings ˒ crush!beomgyu x reader ft. ot5

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ωarnings ˒ nothing but tooth rotting fluff and friends pining over each other

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The front of the car is a bustle of the boys all trying to speak over each other, their voices twisting up with the Christmas station. Yeonjun grips the wheel white-knuckled—he’s the only one that’d volunteered to drive on the glazed roads. The little park where you head isn’t too far, though, so you think you’ll be fine. 

You hope you will be, anyway. The shouting and chaos that would fall over the car should the wheels lose traction and send you slipping… he’s got the car at the slowest crawl, but you can hear it now.

The moment Soobin had suggested a snowball fight, you all had tugged on puffy layers and two layers of socks. Throwing compacted balls of powdery snow at each other’s faces is worlds more interesting than sitting around and watching the snowfall from the windows, anyway. And, you had the perfect place for it. 

When it came time to file into the car, you offered to climb into the back. The heater blasts right onto you here, and you intend to soak up every last moment of it before the cold bites. You’d tugged your seatbelt out and locked it into place with a click.

Lifting your gaze, your heart did a little flutter to find Beomgyu in the seat beside you. He’s bundled up in a black puffer. Having zipped it all the way up to the collar, it stands stiff and presses into the soft round edge of his cheeks when he turns his head to send you a cheeky smile.

It’s not that you’re uncomfortable or awkward with him. You’re just as close to him as the others. For whatever reason, though, whenever you get little moments like these, where it’s just the two of you… You fluster.

Looking into his soft brown eyes is even hard now, so you opt for watching the snow piles and glistening rooftops pass the windows by. Yesterday there had been nothing there, and now there’s a layer shin-high wherever it hasn’t been plowed off. This is your favorite time of the year—you wish it snowed more often. You suppose, though, that because it doesn’t, the serenity and stillness of days like this are more special. 

Kai and you had been the first up. Just when morning had cracked over the sky, clear and pale and wintry, you’d found each other in the kitchen with sleep-tossed hair and droopy eyes. It didn’t take more than a glance outside to know that the weather apps hadn’t lied—the air on a snowy morning just looks different. It’s silver and as crisp on the eyes as it is on the lungs. His voice had been still thick with sleep when he’d said, “Snowman?”

Of course, you wanted to build a snowman. Still in rumpled pajamas, you two drug yourselves out there, stepping around in the snow a little just to hear it crunch underfoot, and then got to work. The snowman ended up faceless and only garnished with a thick, waxy leaf poking out from the top of his head like an antenna. When you stepped back to look at it, Kai had snorted and said, “If that thing ever gained consciousness, we’d be the first people it kills.”

You fiddle with your woolen gloves, and then decide on just tugging them off. It’s toasty enough in the confines of the car; you’ll just tug them back on when you get out.

A nudge at your side has you looking up to Beomgyu. You raise a curious eyebrow at the look on his face—the corners of his lips pulled up into a sneaky grin and the shine of something playful in his eyes.

He leans toward you, the warm scent of him all woody and vanilla sweet in the car’s hot air. Keeping his voice low, a secret just between the two of you back here, he says, “I have an idea.”

An idea could mean anything, coming from him. Especially with that look in his eye. You take a look over the front of the car. It’s as loud as ever up there. Yeonjun and Soobin in the front talk awfully aggressively about something that doesn’t reach your ears, though you’re sure it’s got something to do with Yeonjun’s driving if Soobin’s wide eyes are a hint. Yeonjun’s eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror with a roll. The middle row isn’t as loud as the front, but Taehyun and Kai still are into their conversation enough to not hear what he has to say. The two of them sit at the window seats, talking over the empty middle seat between them. 

You wonder why Beomgyu took this one, in the cramped back seat where your soft thigh presses against his, rather than that one. The climb out of here is pretty annoying, too. The seats don’t go down, so you have to climb over headrests and duck under the car’s fabric ceiling.

“Hmm?” you say, deciding that his secret is safe enough back here.

His smile turns shit-eating. He leans closer, saying, “Want to piss Yeonjun off?”

You’re always down for that. Beomgyu is, too. If there’s anything Yeonjun fears most in the world, it’s to see the two of you snickering off in the corner and exchanging secret words. Most times, you don’t even have to plan it; all it takes is a sharing of a glance and raise of your brows, and you know you’re thinking the same thing.

“What are you gonna do?” you whisper back. The smile that tugs at your mouth is beyond your control—it comes to you just at the sight of his. 

He sends a glance toward the front of the car. “If the both of us only hit him…”

It’s no different from any other nagging thing you put the poor guy through, but it’ll entertain you every time. “Got it,” you say, nose wrinkling as you try to keep your laugh down.

The car comes to a stop. From your window, the expanse of the field you’ve come to turn into a warzone is brushed over with last night’s snow blast. Opened doors let a frozen, curling air in. You share one last knowing look with Beomgyu before crawling out yourself. If you don’t get out fast enough, you’ll become victim to whoever has gotten out fast enough to smush up a snowball just for you.

Flying straight and purposeful through the air, the first one does not hit you, though. It explodes into white powder and a thousand little crystal snowflakes over Beomgyu’s face, clinging to the wispy bits of the hair that falls over his eyes and all down the front of him. You don’t even know which direction it came from. He blinks it off his lashes and lets his mouth hang open for a few moments, before dropping down to the snow to build one in retaliation.

Everything devolves after that. Snow flies in arcs through the air, crashing over shoulders and into the backs of whoever’s dumb enough to turn their back. Barked laughs and shrieks break the morning’s peace. You dodge and dart, taking an awful hunk of snow to the thigh. Letting out a shrill sound, utterly unconcerned with whoever might be asleep in the houses across the street, you shoot a glare at a proud Soobin. He forms another in between his gloves, but you have a mission. 

Beomgyu’s already landed a few on Yeonjun. You squat to roll a few and come up with one, keeping a few more misshapen chunks of snow that could hardly be called a snowball in the nook of your arm at the ready. The first skims just by the side of his head, but the next crumbles against his chest, and each one after that ends.

Off from another end of the field, made a mess with your footsteps cutting the pristine surface and the piles you’ve left on top of it, Beomgyu folds with a laugh. From your peripherals, a few of the boys shout and the scattering of a snowball tells you that somebody’s been hit hard, but all you can hear is his laugh. All you can see is the pink on his cheeks and the crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

Alliances form and a thousand snowballs are thrown, and only when Beomgyu lands a hit right at the back of Yeonjun’s head just after yours crashes against the fabric of his jacket does he realize.

“What the hell?” he spits, lips tugged down in a frown and his brows shot up to his forehead.

You cover your mouth with a soaked glove, but Beomgyu doesn’t cut his laugh. Your snort comes tumbling past the fabric as Yeonjun shakes his head and points at the two of you, laughing dangerously.

For the rest of that morning, with numb fingers and thighs sore from running, you and Beomgyu’s fates were sealed, dodging Yeonjun’s angry and pointed throws. At some point, you duck behind Beomgyu, using the width of his shoulders to escape a ball in Yeonjun’s hand with your name written on it.

Only when all of you are panting and have to drag your limbs, do you drag yourselves homeward. The car’s heater doesn’t warm up quick enough—when you step into the door, treading snow still stuck on the bottom of your boots through the entrance, the air still prickles and nips at your numbed cheeks. You peel layers of your clothes from your skin, soaked where snow had gotten caught and melted against your body heat. Tugging your shoes off was the worst; you wiggle your toes a few times just to make sure you can still move them.

Stuffing yourselves into clothes so warm that you’ll probably all be changing as soon as your bodies return to their normal temperatures, you all sprawl over the couch. Somebody snatches the remote up and clicks through a collection of Christmas classics, but at Taehyun’s insistence, you land on Christmas Vacation.

The couch is solid and warm against your back, the floor hard against your bottom. You had taken the longest to change and scarf a few candy canes down, and each seat had been occupied when you came to join their lounging. You don’t mind much—from here, you can better look at the Christmas tree and try to narrow your eyes down on which presents beneath it are yours. Kai had insisted that nobody snoops.

Beomgyu slips down beside you before the movie starts. He’s warm up against you; you’re not sure how. You’re just getting feeling back in the tips of your fingers. On his mouth, he plays a soft and easy smile, catching your eyes though you want to flounder under his attention.

Leaning toward you once more, just as he had in the car, he whispers, “Did you see his face?”

You share a quiet giggle with him, pressing your head into the fabric of his knitted sweater on his shoulder. “Yeah,” you say. “He makes it too easy…”

It wasn’t the look on Yeonjun’s face that you remember best, though. Captured in the morning light, all you had seen was the pink of Beomgyu’s cheeks and the mischievous glint there, and all you had felt was the way that it settled over your longing heart like how the fireplace warms you now.

You hope that he had been looking at you, too.

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HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [5].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. swearing, someone cries again, mentions of bullying, mentions of sex. WORD COUNT. 3.9k

TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi @certifiedmoa @blueberrgyuu0 @primantha @blu3bell4 @nunugget @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @captivq @tocupid @seosalad @ddazed-lhs @gyuszie @mifuyuyo @error-cant-function @twocupsofsuga @flowerbe0m @dangerousconnoisseurbanana @laviesm @keikeu @elavin @chaemmie @rikisly @satsuri3su @gyugyubin @junhuicosmo @skzenhalove @luvkpopp @yansbolobao @emer-syn @eggomi @drunkinjake @soobiverse @deobitifull @haechanspudu @yawnzzn27 @7myoi

NOTE. this is the soobin chapter. before anyone says anything, i also used to be a loser in high school so i am very qualified to write about this. anyway, please let me kmow what you think so far! ty for reading!

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CHAPTER 5 — staring contest of death.

SOOBIN HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM. It’s quite a big problem— one that completely ruined his summer morning routine that usually starts at one in the afternoon. But it’s already 2 p.m. right now and he’s still laying on his bed, half of his head peeking out of the blanket as his eyes run over the text he received this morning over and over again from a group chat that’s been dead for a good three years. 

[Shin Jaeyul: hey class of 20XX! met up with jindo and the rest the other day and we thought it would be great if we can all get together again! hope you’ll all be available for the reunion. i’ll send the details after this message but it’s gonna be held at seonghee’s family’s hotel so feel free to bring a plus one lol.]

[Shin Jaeyul: What? ANSAN HS BATCH 20XX REUNION. When? This Saturday, 6:00pm. Where? Chatoyer Hotel, Sapphire Ballroom Function Hall

“Just don’t go, man. It’s not like your attendance is graded.”

When Soobin finally gets the energy to come downstairs to eat, he shows the text to Beomgyu for a second opinion. They’re eating yesterday’s leftovers on the patio outside the dining room. It doesn’t take long for the rest of the boys to congregate on the lounge chairs.

“But a reunion sounds fun!” Jake throws in his opinion. “I met up with my high school buddies at Crown Towers when I went to Melbourne the other day.”

“They weren’t your buddies. They invited you so you can pay for all their drinks and ditch you,” Heeseung tells him.

“Hey, Matthew was there and he was glad to see me.”

“Matthew borrowed eight hundred dollars from you last month and never paid back.”

Jake simply shrugs and snatches a cold slice of pizza from the table. Soobin gives him a look of remorse. “Anyway,” Jay jumps in. “Hyung, you should go if you want to and don’t go if you don’t want to. What do you want to do?”

Honestly, if Soobin can help it, he’d never want to see anyone from his old school ever again. And he’d rather stay at home and watch the latest episode of JJK on Saturday night (and every other night, for that matter). “But...it’s kinda rude if I don’t reply, right?” is what’s holding him back. The group chat has been buzzing every minute, messages of ‘see you there’s’ and ‘I’m so excited’s’ popping up one after the other. Only a few others including him haven’t replied yet. “What excuse should I make?”

“Tell them you have a family reunion to attend,” Sunghoon suggests.

“That’s lame. They’re gonna make fun of him,” Beomgyu scrunches his nose. Sunghoon defends with “what’s so wrong with a family reunion?!” but Soobin is inclined to believe that Beomgyu would be right. He didn’t exactly have a pleasant high school experience.

It’s not that he was actively bullied, or anything. He just didn’t have a lot of friends. And not a lot wanted to be his friend save for the members of the manga club he was in— but that didn’t really contribute to his position in the adolescent food chain. It’s not like he was sociable, either. He still isn’t. He was just lucky enough to get adopted by Beomgyu and managed to get along with the rest of the guys after a good two years of living here.

“Oh, then dude, you have to go!” Beomgyu exclaims. “If you don’t go they’re just gonna talk shit about you still being a loser.”

“I am a loser, though?” he says. 

“Yeah, but you’re tall and good looking and hot and that’s enough to get them to shut the fuck up if you show up and dip after thirty minutes. You know what, give me your phone. I’ll handle this.”

“No, wait—”

Beomgyu snatches the phone from his hands and plops down on the chair right across from him, the other four quickly running over and looking over his shoulders. Soobin’s heart races. This doesn’t seem like a good idea. He is right. It only takes a second before things spiral into disaster.

“Don’t say that. You gotta sound cooler.”

“Dude, that’s gonna get him bullied. Let me do it—”

“Give it to me!”

“You’re all useless, let me take over!”

“Wait, let me make one last revision—”

“No! What are you all doing?!”

When Soobin finally manages to steal his phone back, he nearly passes out when he reads the message he— his friends— just sent to the group chat.

[Count me in. Do I have to wire double the money if I bring my girlfriend? Nevermind, I’ll just send thrice the amount. Thanks :)]

Horror washes over his face. “I added the smiley face,” Jake proudly announces. Holy fuck, he wants to crawl back into his bed and never wake up. 

“Who sent that I’ll be bringing my girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend! Why did you say I’ll be bringing my girlfriend?!”

His phone vibrates mid-fit and he’s greeted by a reply saying that they’re so happy he’s coming and they can’t wait to see him again. Soobin is not happy nor is he excited. “We can just get you one,” Beomgyu says, as a matter-of-fact, as if you can just purchase a significant other from a gas station vending machine. His face wrinkles in distress. “When’s the reunion again? Saturday? Jakey, do you have any rich heiresses that can pretend to be Soobin hyung’s fake girlfriend for a night?”

“I’ll call Mirae noona, but hyung, are you alright alright with someone fifteen years old—”

Soobin winces. “Please don’t call her.”

“I can try asking Hina,” says Jay. “I don’t know if she has me unblocked yet, though.”

Heeseung narrows his eyes at him. “Isn’t she your ex?”

“Jay dated someone?” Sunghoon gives Jay a mildly offended grimace. “The fuck? Why don’t I know this?”

“He’s always dating someone. But he also gets dumped after three days so I’m not sure if they even count.”

Before they could further into Jay’s questionable dating history, the conversation gets cut short by a groan from Beomgyu. “Wait. We literally have a girl living with us right now.” His words send a signal into all their ears. It takes a moment for it to settle, and when it does, it’s like a thinly stretched rope snaps in half in the air.

Oh.

Right.

You.

“Are—are you sure about that?” Sunghoon is the first to crack the tension-filled silence. “Don’t we have other options?”

Soobin hears furtive whispering and nodding from Jake that somehow involves your name and the phrase “that’s right, she’s a girl, yes,” but chooses to ignore it and instead starts dreading the near and impending future. “It’d be better if it’s someone Soobin hyung already knows,” Beomgyu replies. “Hyung, what do you think?”

He thinks this is insane and bonkers and absolutely fucking impossible to pull off because he can’t even look you in the eye without sweating his skin off. How in the fuck he supposed to fake date you? To stand next to you? To call you with so much affection in front of numerous people he finds extremely uncomfortable to be with? To look at you? To h—

Oh god. He doesn’t have to hold your hand, does he?

“Hey, I don’t think this is fair. That’d mean Soobin hyung will technically—”

“This won’t count towards the bet,” Beomgyu says, then looks at a now red-faced Soobin. “You don’t mind right?”

Shit, he’d have to, right? But he can’t even look at you without his palms leaking like a faucet and stuttering like a broken machine. This is insane. He can’t do this. He can’t and won’t do this or else he’d actually have a heart attack and die.

“Hyung?”

“Is— is this all really necessary?” he finally sputters out.

They all look at him. “But we already sent the message.”

Right. They did. Soobin’s face falls defeated and he sinks back into the chair. “I’ll go grab her,” Beomgyu announces, and the gazes shift from him to their friend who has now risen from his seat and is walking back into the house because since when was he close enough with you to do that? You two usually bicker and argue and Soobin has seen the murderous intent in your eyes whenever Beomgyu tries to provoke you. Sure, the amount of daily arguments has definitely died down as of late and it’s mostly one-sided now, but if there’s anyone close enough to disturb your weekend for something stupid, it’d be Jake.

But they say nothing about it and watch as Beomgyu disappears inside and comes back out a minute later with you in tow, pulling you into the patio by the arm you as you grumble and groan, begrudgingly forcing your legs to follow him. “Seriously, what do you want? I was having a nice nap, you bastard. Where are you taking me? Hey, answer me. Are you still mad about the—” 

When you finally notice the rest of their presence, you stop complaining.

“What’s this? Are you having a cult meeting?”

Jake greets you with a smile. “Take a seat! We’ll explain everything.”

It’s almost impossible to glean anything coherent when there are five-ish boys talking at the same time, but you seem fine, nodding along to whatever Beomgyu and Jay are currently rambling into both of your years. Soobin grows increasingly worried by the second. “I’m so sorry. You really don’t have to do this.”

He hopes you don’t want to do this. Knowing how you practically terrorized him a few weeks ago for accidentally taking a bite out of your ice cream, you probably didn’t want to deal with him either. Yes. This is good. Soobin can just ignore the group chat and ghost his old classmates on the day of the event, so this is—

“I’m down,” you finally say. 

—what?

“You’re— you’re down?” he stutters out. He must have heard wrong, obviously. Haha, there’s no way you would—

“Yup. It’s this Saturday, right? I’m pretty sure I’ll be free, so it’s cool.”

Well, shit.

He’s fucked.

“Why do I feel like you’ve done something like this before?” Beomgyu shoots you a glare of suspicion. You grin. “Of fucking course you have.”

“Sunoo paid me a pretty convincing fee for me to sit pretty at his sister’s wedding,” you explain before shifting your gaze to Soobin, a smile playing on your lips. His fingernails dig into his palms. “Obviously for Soobin, I’ll do it for free. But we have a problem.”

His eyes flit away not even a second after, chest tightening on the spot.

“Yeah. I think we need to work on that.”

Thus begins the series of daily staring contests between the both of you for the next four days until Saturday. It scares the shit out of him when you bang on his door at random times of the day just to torment him with your very existence. Soobin knows you’re doing this to help him. He knows, he really does, but he’s not very good at maintaining eye contact without his heart racing at an unhealthy rate and without sweating profusely. His longest record has been ten and a half seconds before his face explodes like a volcano.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think this is gonna work.”

Soobin’s muffled voice is weak, red face buried into his palms as you both sit cross-legged on his mattress after another failed staring contest. The rows and rows of anime figurines he has displayed next to his bed are all staring at him in disgusting judgment. It’s now Friday. The reunion is tomorrow, and he can’t even look at you— much less pretend like you’ve been dating for the past six fucking months.

“No! You can do it, Soobin! I believe in you! Let’s try one more time, okay?”

You grab his hands, pulling them away from his face and they settle on his soft blankets, yours over his, and he starts silently freaking out because shit— holy shit, you’re squeezing his knuckles. It’s barely any pressure, but he feels it shooting into his throat like a silver snake choking him with ten pints of venom and that’s not even the worst part because you’ve decided to start looking him in the eye again. 

He rasps out a little noise and tilts his head down to the right. You do the same. He shifts his gaze to the left. You do the fucking same, chasing after his eyes relentlessly like a god damned predator on the hunt and he can feel his palms sweating pathetically into his blanket while you’re still locking them in place.

“Okay,” you breathe out, leaning back and he finally feels the blood circulating into his fingers. “What if we follow Jay’s suggestion instead and have you wear sunglasses the entire time?”

Honestly, it’s about time you gave up on him. 

Your eyebrows are scrunched, deep in thought. Soobin can look at you right now because you’re spacing out and not attacking him with the depth of your stare. He’s not used to attention in general, so something about your pretty eyes with pretty eyelashes and prettily focused expression looking directly at him just renders him completely useless. It’s fine when you’re absentmindedly looking at the posters on his wall, still in the midst of weighing your options. It’s fine because you aren’t focused on him.

“But the event is indoors and in the evening, so that won’t make a lot of sense.” And his composure immediately topples down when you flit your gaze back at him. His breath hitches in his throat. “Soobin, do you have any other ideas?”

He grabs the nearest pillow and squeezes it to his chest. “Do— do we have to do this? Can’t we just show up and leave after ten minutes?” Better yet, he just doesn’t show up at all. But you’ve been putting in so much effort these past few days, so he doesn’t want to cancel out of nowhere.

You frown. “Eye contact is the first step to selling that we’re a real couple! Even if we stay for only ten minutes, they’ll get suspicious if you can’t even look at me,” you tell him. “Soobin, let’s keep trying. C’mon.” 

Soobin is trying. He really is trying his best but one more round and he feels he might actually rupture a brain vessel. “Alright,” you exhale. “Nevermind. We’ll handle it somehow. I’ll head back to my room now so you can rest up. See you tomorrow.”

It takes no time for you to get off his bed and start walking to his door. His stomach sinks, watching your back as you reach out for the doorknob and Soobin feels like he had just disappointed you. 

He moves before his mind can think. Before he knows it, he’s out of the bed and is holding your wrist and pulling your hand away from the door. 

You look at him. He looks at you, drenched in the color of panic and confusion and at the same time a shade of earnest emotion. It stays like this for a good couple of seconds, until your lips curl into a smile and your free arm reaches up to his head, fingers dipping into his hair for a light pat.

“Thirty seconds. Good job. See you tomorrow.”

Now you completely understand why Soobin didn’t want to attend this dumpfest.

The hotel function room is fancy. Truly fancy. But the elegant crystal interiors and decor can’t hide the scent of pretentious obnoxiousness in the air, and the music siphoning through the speakers can’t drown out the sound of shit and crap and trash being exchanged between alleged old friends and classmates. It’s gross. The only saving grace of the night is the wine you’re swirling in your hand, regulating your slowly thinning patience at the scene before you.

“Soobin, buddy! Oh man, I didn’t think you’d make it!”

Here we go again. This is the what— fourth, fifth person? Soobin greets number five with less enthusiasm than the newcomer. He’s already worn out, poor boy. You prepare to intervene when you get an opening.

“Jaeyul,” Soobin says. “Hi.”

“It’s been a while, aye? You look great, man! What’s your glow up secret? You gotta tell men dude.”

Another patronizing comment from a mediocre looking male at best. They’re really lucky Soobin is an angel. You can see the discomfort in his smile when the Jae-something bastard hooks him by the neck, tugging your beanpole down because he’s at least four inches taller than his snotty ex-classmate. He looks even more uncomfortable than the time he got an unsolicited view of your red underwear. If it were you, you would’ve already kneed him in the balls to shut up his endlessly chattering mouth.

The guy’s gaze finally lands on you, tucked quietly behind Soobin’s shoulder. Took him long enough, honestly. You’ve been giving him the nastiest stare you can muster for the past five minutes, it’s honestly amazing that he only noticed now. “Who’s this?” he asks. Now, he’s just blatantly checking out someone else’s (fake) girlfriend. You hold back a scoff, but a sneer manages to slip out.

Soobin straightens, ready to repeat the script he’s been cycling through since the beginning of the night. “O-oh, this— this is—” But he seems to be a lot more nervous now. You decide to take the reins and give him a break.

“I’m his girlfriend,” you give Jae-whatever a smile, stepping forward to hold onto Soobin’s arm, who in return flinches at your touch. “Hi. I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your whole reunion. It’s just that I can’t bear to be apart from my Soobin for too long, you know?”

You’re hoping that your sickeningly sweet tone disgusts the living hell out of him and drives him away, but for some reason he lacks the social awareness to do that. “No, not at all. In fact, completely understand. I’m a taken man myself, you know?” That makes this situation a million times worse. He momentarily shifts away from you and directs his next words to Soobin. “Do you remember Bitna? We started seeing each other a few months ago.”

You can feel him stiffen next to you. “Congrats. I’m happy for both of you.”

“Didn’t you used to have a crush on her? I remember you’d give her chocolates every valentine’s—”

The twitch in his grin doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Alright, enough of this bullshit. You’re done humoring this bastard.

“Oh, sorry!” he turns to you again. “That was tactless of me, oh no. I apologize.”

You press your lips together, still smiling. “It’s fine. I wasn’t really paying attention to the bullshit you’ve been tirelessly spouting. I was wondering when you’d shut your trap and finally fuck off.”

Soobin snaps his head towards you, eyes wide in alarm. His dear old friend looks equally shocked. You hum and maintain your expression, pressing yourself closer to Soobin. “Is Bitna the one looking at us right now? Oh dear.” Shot in the dark, but you hit the mark anyway. “Anyway, if you’ll excuse us. My boyfriend and I will be heading back to our suite now to have absolutely brain-shattering, mind-numbing sex for the rest of the night that you—from the looks of your girlfriend over there— won’t be having for the rest of the week if you’re lucky enough to salvage your relationship. It was nice meeting you!”

You can see Bitna stomping her way over to her boyfriend, carrying a palpable dark force in her wake, so you quickly tug Soobin away by the hand and make your quick exit out the function room and into the elevator. You’re aware of how Soobin is currently looking at you like you’re insane as you press on the lowermost button on the panel. His eyes are practically drilling into the side of your face.

“This— this isn’t the way to our room.”

“I know,” you reply, watching as the doors close in front of you. Jay booked a room to sell your whole schtick a little further, but looks like you won’t be able to use it. “We’re not going to our room. That is unless you actually want to follow through with what I said earlier?”

When you turn to look at him, he’s already drenched in pink. You hold back a laugh. They make it so easy for you to mess with them. “I’m joking. I doubt you’d want to spend a minute longer here, so let’s just dip. These clothes are getting stuffy.”

Somehow you found yourselves at the 7-Eleven outside your subdivision, overdressed and sharing a pint of ice cream and two beers under the empty store’s fluorescent lights. You stuff a spoonful into your mouth and let your gaze linger on him for a while. Soobin has his head down, quietly staring at the top of his beer can. With a face like that, you think he’d be more confident and outspoken, but it’s almost funny how he’s trying to scrunch up his large frame in the tiny seat in front of you.

Look, you’re simply tapping an index finger on the back of his hand and he immediately flinches and draws it back. He’s so shy, so timid that you can’t help but grow soft on him.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says since you left the hotel.

You rest your cheek against your palm. “For what?”

“I mean, it’s just that— you spent the past four days making sure I didn’t mess up our whole act, but I messed it up anyway and we ended up leaving early. I’m sorry for wasting all your time and effort like that. I’m—I’m really sorry for being so hopeless and pathetic and—”

“Hey, don’t say that,” you cut him off. “If there’s anyone that’s pathetic, it’s that Jaeyun? No, Jaeyun is Jake. It’s that Jae-something bastard who’s pathetic. I mean, was he not loved enough as a child? Does he have a disease that makes everything that comes out of his mouth unrecyclable trash? Anyway, if anything, it should be me and the rest of the boys apologizing for forcing you into this. I’ll help you guilt trip them later when we get—”

You stop. You stop because you notice how his eyes are getting a little red, and how they’re getting a little glassy, and how he’s nipping at his bottom lip that you’re afraid it might start bleeding.

“Oh. Oh no. Soobin, please don’t cry.”

And he starts crying. Well, fuck.

You hastily get out of your seat and plop down right next to him, letting his head drop down to your shoulder. He continues sniffling as you switch between rubbing his back and giving him pats on the head, staring blankly at the empty aisles because the last thing you expected to do today is comfort a grown man in a dingy convenience store while you’re in high heels and a strappy dress.

“Let’s have a movie marathon with the boys when we get back, okay?”

At least you’ve gotten better at consoling people. It seems like a useful skill to have for the rest of your stay.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[lillotus17]

INTERTWINED SERIES (Spidermen!ENHA) Preview

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker you start to get these weird visions of future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision three train carts away and walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help these three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

RELEASE DATE: TBD

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way or shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's an ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a slightly bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! Also note that maknae line don't have their spider powers (yet) because they develop it in series. ENHA hyungs already have their powers when they meet Y/N and the other boys.

CAST:

Y/N L/N as Cassandra (Cassie) Webb/Madame Webb

Yang Jungwon as Julia Cornwall (Carpenter in the Comics)/Arachne/Spider-(Wo)man

Kim Sunoo as Anya Corazon/Arana

Nishmura Riki (Niki) as Martha (Mattie) Franklin/Spider-(Wo)man

Lee Heeseung as Peter Parker (Tom Holland Universe)/Spider-Man

Park Jongseong (Jay) as Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield Universe)/Spider-Man

Sim Jaeyun (Jake) as Miles Morales (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Man

Park Sunghoon as Gwen Stacy (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider

More to be added!

[sunsuns-babie]

If I Get My Way {K.SUNOO x F!READER}

IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

PAIRING: Kim Sunoo x !Female Reader (ft. Mystery Character 1 & Mystery Character 2)

GENRE: Non-Idol AU, College/University AU, SMAU

WARNING: Swearing, sexual jokes/comments, allusion to sexual activity, attempts at humor (I don’t think I’m funny but I’m trying), jokes about murder/killing oneself, and Danielle from NewJeans as the face claim.

FEATURING: Lee Heeseung (EN—), Jay Park (EN—), Jake Sim (EN—), Park Sunghoon (EN—), Yang Jungwon (EN—), NI-KI (EN—), Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Shin Ryujin (ITZY), Choi Yeonjun (TXT), Choi Soobin (TXT), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), Karina (aespa), NingNing (aespa), Huh Yunjin (LE SSERAFIM), Yoon Keeho (P1HARMONY), Anton Lee (riize), Hwang Yeji (ITZY), and mentions of various other idols.

status: temporarily put on hiatus

start: Feb. 12, 2024

end:

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and is in no way a real depiction of the idols portrayed in it and has no actual connection to their real world selves. I don’t know them I’m just using their image for characters in a fictional story.

A/N: This is my first SMAU ever I’ve written stories on other platforms in the past and kind of stopped to be a reader for awhile but I recently got an idea for a story and wanted to try and make it a reality. So please forgive me if it’s bad I’ll try my best to make it enjoyable for you. But I barely know how to work Tumblr as a creator or writer so forgive me if this is all over the place 😭😭😭.

A/N 2: If you want to be added to the taglist for this SMAU you can comment on this post or which ever chapter you see first!

INCOMING MESSAGES…

PROFILES: 2 HOT 4 U LONER BOYS CLUB (ft. 2 Baddies)

01: bitch boy

02: you’re not my mom

03: DDEONU GOOD!!!

03.5: bonus chapter 1

04: we going on a date 🤪

04.5: bonus chapter 2

05: free food + written part (755 wrds)

06: blasting Olivia Rodrigo traitor

07: Love changes a man ❤️❤️

07.5: bonus chapter 3

08: keeho is a furry confirmed ✅

08.5: bonus chapter 4 [written part] (1,304 wrds)

09: KILLING MYSELF [POSTPONED]

10: tba….

10.5: bonus chapter 5

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[youmenotyummy]

Converse High – P.SH [박성훈]

Synopsis: Shin Y/N was given the task to deliver her best friend's love letter to the shoe locker of Park Sunghan, the president of the broadcasting club. It just so happened to be that Park Sunghan's shoe box is situated right next to the shoe box of Park Sunghoon, a boy whose name had a one-syllable difference.

Genres: comedy, romance, slice of life, mix of written + smau

Warnings: swearing, very bad jokes, kms/kys, occasional pics of food/drinks, Sunghoon being vv delulu, ignore the timestamps on the Tweets and messages 😍

Pairings: non-idol!Sunghoon x fem!reader

Cast: Enhypen, &Team's Jo and Nicholas, TXT, Ive's Wonyoung, Le Sserafim, Newjeans, Park Sunghan (oc), and you!

Completed!! || May 26, 2023 - June 26, 2023

Profiles: 11 Baddies, 1 Club {2 parts} | The Struggling Seven | Playing With Balls Rn 🏀 | Decelis Broadcast Coming to You Live

Part 1 - James Bond

Part 2 - Y/N Can't Read

Part 3 - Sunoo the Spy

Part 4 - Plotting on the Priv

Part 5 - Acquaintance Acquired

Part 6 - Han and Hoon

Part 7 - An Invitation From PSH

Part 8 - Sunghoon's Mission

Part 9 - The Moon and Morse Code

Part 10 - Decomposing Rn

Part 11 - Spy Gets Kicked in the Face

Part 12 - Blue Suits You Part 13 - Top Secret Information Gained

Part 14 - Spotted by the Target

Part 15 - Super Private

Part 16 - Secret Hideout Found

Part 17 - A True (James) Bond

Part 18 - Don't Worry Sunghoon

Part 19 - A Spy's Hypothesis

Part 20 - Ticking Time Bomb

Part 21 - Soobin the Villain

Part 22 - Eunchae's Crisis

Part 23 - A Spy's (Unwanted) Consultation

Part 24 - Interrogation

Part 25 - Preparing for the Mission

Part 26 - Film Festival

Part 27 - Final Mission

Part 28 - Mission Complete

Part 29 - Priv Admission (+Y/N's Letter)

Part 30 - James Bond and Vesper Lynd

[sungbeam]

BIRD HUNT — teaser

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. bat family au, vigilantes au, murder mystery au, action, suspense, humor, swearing, mentions of dead bodies, murder, grief, corruption

▷ taglist. open

▷ first ep drop. feb 2nd?, pst (or earlier if i somehow get more writing done)

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 800 WORDS)

"How do you know Ln Yn?"

Beomgyu whirled around just as Soobin settled into the desk chair, waiting. Beomgyu made a scoffing noise, eyebrows flying up to his shaggy bangs. "Where did that come from?"

Soobin shrugged. "You tell me." He slurped up a bit more milk from his cereal before adding, "You're the one who reacted like that in front of everyone when she said she was grieving her mother's death. You sounded shocked that she died."

"Well yeah, wouldn't you be shocked to hear someone else died within the past three days?"

"Stop trying to bullshit him, Gyu."

Both the brothers looked up at the voice who had just entered the underground space. Yeonjun strolled into the main area in a white tank top and sweats, hair sticking up in different places. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned loud and wide.

Soobin cocked a brow at him. "Nice of you to finally join us, hyung. How'd the 'date' go?"

"Great," Yeonjun quipped. "We're going on a second one soon. I think Felix almost sent me off with a kiss goodnight." He slumped onto the edge of the desk, eyes lazily taking in the images and information displayed on the many monitor screens. "This is our stiff, huh?"

Soobin sent him a look that distinctly read 'No, we're just looking at dead bodies for fun.'

"Yeah," Beomgyu replied. "The note the killer left is so familiar to me though. Have you seen it before?" He knocked his knuckles against the monitor with the note.

Yeonjun's eyes narrowed on the screen, before he leaned back with that bored look renewed on his face. "You're both idiots. It's from that one killing a couple weeks ago."

Beomgyu and Soobin traded looks. "What?"

Their eldest brother leaned down to reach the lowest drawer at the desk. From its depths, he fished out a large bag of chips and grabbed a handful to stuff his face with. "Y'know," he garbled and gestured vaguely with his crumb-dusted fingers. "Beomgyu, you know! You were there with me. It was that one lawyer guy who was found dead in his car beneath the bridge. That same note was taped to his windshield."

"Oh yeah," Beomgyu drawled, while Soobin shook his head with a sigh. The former then knocked his foot against the latter's shin. "Aye! You didn't even know it."

"Yeah, because I wasn't on that case," Soobin fired back. He finished off the rest of his bowl of cereal and set the empty ceramic in his lap before crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes, like his brothers', were lined beneath with heavy eye bags. Someone was supposed to be on patrol around the city right now, but neither of the three brothers were in any rush to get up. "So it's just one person going after these people then."

Yeonjun chewed his bottom lip. "Then we just gotta find the connection."

"Was the lawyer guy from a couple weeks ago Lee Sungjae's attorney?" Soobin asked.

Beomgyu grabbed a hold of the wireless keyboard on the desk and braced it upon his thighs. He pulled up an internet browser and typed in their inquiry. All three brothers made noises of disgruntlement; if the lawyer hadn't been Sungjae's attorney, then how were they connected? It was no secret that 99.9 percent of the population here in Gotham had some sort of shadow looming over their shoulder. It was almost impossible to get anywhere without the help of a corrupt figure, whether that be a mob boss like the Penguin or a loan shark with special strategies to get someone to pay up.

Either way, there would be lots of digging required.

"Let's start with Lee Sungjae and the lawyer's records,'' Soobin decided as he sat up in the chair. "We'll sort through phone records, acquire security footage of their movements, their texts, etcetera."

"I call none of those," Yeonjun said. When his younger brothers scowled at him, he raised both hands in feigned surrender with a giggle. "Fine, fine. You're both lookin' at me like I murdered your favorite puppy."

They remained silent.

"What, too soon?"

The basement headquarters suddenly erupted in a dull siren sound, and Beomgyu was swift to pull up a set of footage on one of the monitors. It displayed a section of the sky, a white spotlight circle cast against a massive, dark gray cumulus cloud with a distinct bat shape in the center—their call to action.

All three men were on their feet in an instant—keyboard and cereal bowl abandoned on the table, capes and utility belts clicked into place.

"Meet you losers there!" Yeonjun hollered as the cave filled with the revving roar of his motorcycle engine like a clap of thunder.

Soobin and Beomgyu hurried over to their respective cycles. "Hey, we're not done talking about Yn!" Soobin called to his younger brother.

Beomgyu flashed him a thin smile. "That's what you think!" And he sped away down the runway.

Soobin chuckled to himself, grinning. Then he revved his engine and launched himself after his brothers.

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[bibibinnie]

WE NEED CHUBBY HAIRY!READER X TXT HCS 🙏

personally- like moon just posted- i KNOW yeonjun likes a hairy pussy 🤭 like you just cannot convince me otherwise. but ofc i think everyone in txt would- but ANY thoughts you have on this matter would be greatly appreciated 🙏🙏🤞

-🍑

yesyesyes~

cw. hairy!chubby!reader, masc n fem characteristics in reader, reader wears a skirt, cunnilingus (f. receiving), hair on legs, armpits, pussy, peach fuzz, and upper lip, lmk if i missed anything, pet names (baby, peach).

yeonjun thinks ur leg hair is soooo pretty. a perfect mix of masculine and feminine that he adores. how could he not! he's a perfect mix of masc and fem himself so ofc he loves that in his partner. wearing a midi length skirt with boots and ur exposed hairy shins makes his heart race <3 running his hands up your legs while ur layin naked on bed, leaving kissies before he goes down on u.

soobin has a cutie lil thing for ur armpit hair. working from home, you'd gotten used to not shaving during the week. but he surprises you at yours. once u fall into bed, he lifts ur shirt over ur head, his eyes going wide at the sight of ur sexy hairy armpits—shit, i forgot..sorry, soob dropping ur arms down, but he shakes his head, mouth dropping open as he lifts ur arms back up, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses under ur arms no, you're so pretty...

beomgyu likes hairy pussies. kissing ur pussy lips from behind like they were ur mouth. laying on ur back, he pushes ur legs up, squeezing ur squishy thighs between his fingers as he eats u out furiously. simply pussy drunk, moaning and groaning at the taste of you and how you're so fucking delicious, baby.

taehyun loves the peach fuzz all over ur body. licks the peach fuzz between ur tits, on ur back dimples, on ur chin. he just loves how soft u are already, but ur peach fuzz makes you look that much softer, which makes crazy. u quite literally look like a peach, so he starts calling u that as a cute lil nickname—my cute peach, all juicy and fuzzy and delicious, all for me </3

hueningkai loves ur little hairs on your top lip. just thinks its soooo pretty and delicate and sweet. kisses you constantly, not only because of ur sweet sweet lips, but because he just wants to show ur hairy upper lip extra love <3 loves seeing it contour when ur smiling or when ur talking. simply thinks it's absolutely gorgeous.

[winter-dayz]

For the Best

Pairing: Shin Ryujin x Reader Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror Words: 2424 Warnings: dead dove: do not eat; implied kidnapping; insects; murder; strong language; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Ryujin,

'The first time I saw you, I was… well, for lack of a better word, amazed…'

You had been finishing a hike when you saw it.

A shooting star… well, a falling star really.

Falling rapidly, actually.

Fuck. It seemed like it was heading right for you, and you were just going to stand there making a wish like a fucking idiot?!

You were stuck.

You knew everyone died someday. You knew that you yourself would grow old and wither away as well. Or maybe die a bit prematurely from a cardiovascular disease or cancer—those are the leading causes of death globally after all. Hell, you wouldn’t even be surprised if you died in a car accident.

But a shooting star pummeling you into the ground? That hadn’t been on your ‘Ways I Might Die’ list.

“Fuck!” You screeched, dropping down to the ground as the object flew over you and crashed into the ground a few meters away.

You rolled over from your belly and flopped onto your back, breathing heavily to prevent the panic attack rising in your chest.

Smoke trailed where you had just been standing.

The—not really—shooting star would’ve for sure decapitated you.

You heard mechanics whirring and sat up, peering over to the cloud of dirt and smoke at the definitely not a shooting star.

It looked like a… car?

Like, kind of. But not really.

The metal hunk was car-sized and car-shaped but sleeker and with no tires. Where you would expect wheels was the glow that had given it the appearance of a star.

Or maybe a comet, if you thought hard enough about your science class days.

The glow was green and dying out as the whirring died down with it. The metal of the… UFO… creaked, and you heard the sound of pressurized air escaping. A door on the side swung upwards, very SLS AMG-style.

You stared, amazed, as a woman stepped out.

She was beautiful… otherworldly… terrifying.

“I apologize, human. I lost control of my aircraft.” She stated, very factually and less sympathetic than you would normally receive during an apology. “Have you been injured in any way?”

You couldn’t find words to answer her so you simply shook your head.

“Ah, good, you understand me. Do you also speak, human?”

Again, you just nodded. You were sure you looked like an idiot, with your eyes so wide you could feel them drying out and your mouth hanging open slightly. You definitely looked like the kind of stupid person who would die from a totally preventable accident.

Like a not-shooting-star crashing into you on an open hiking trail… at night… alone.

Or being murdered by a hot, albeit creepy, woman who came out of an alien spaceship on said hiking trail alone at night.

Her head tilted curiously as she observed you. You claimed to speak but continued to use no words. “Odd human.” She spoke. “Still, I require your assistance. My craft was hit by several asteroids in your planetary systems’ belt and thus fell into the gravitational pull of your homeworld. As such, it is your responsibility to host me until I can fix my vehicle.”

“Me?” You whispered.

She nodded, a smile upturning her purple lips ever so slightly. “Yes. You are the only one around, are you not?”

You shook your head rapidly, “Yes, but I mean… Shouldn’t you be asking me to take you to my leader or something?” “I have no use for your planet’s leader. I simply require shelter.” The smile dropped from her lips. You had to stop staring at her lips. Even if they were pretty and purple and kissable. “You will help me, human.”

Slowly, you nodded once more, the threat in her tone was subtle but clear. She moved closer, holding out a hand to help you stand.

“You may address me as Ryujin. How may I address you? Or is human sufficient?”

“Oh um… You can call me Y/N.”

🎃

'It wasn’t hard to get to know you. You seemed so up front about where you came from, your life and interests, and even your feelings for me…'

Ryujin was, surprisingly, easy to talk to… once you did some serious compartmentalizing and deluding about a spaceship nearly brutally beheading you and a beautiful alien somewhat forcing you to let her sleep on your sofa bed.

Either way, she looked human enough… if you ignored the permanently purple lips and faraway, yet calculative, gaze she constantly held.

She answered all of your questions and was actually rather excitable and cute when you would ask her about her home and interests. She loved telling you about her pets back home, Byul and Dal, in particular.

“You know…” Ryujin hummed, “I think I like you, Y/N.”

You choked on your food, and she sat back in her seat, observing you—as she often did—while you continued to cough and sputter. 

Ryujin had only lived with you for roughly two or three weeks at that point. The repairs on her aircraft had been slow, as she had casually explained that it was hard to get the right kind of materials for such advanced technology. You weren’t sure how her ship worked so you couldn’t exactly refute her claims.

She had also made the point that this wasn’t her planet and being so unfamiliar with the area made her vulnerable to go anywhere alone. Because of this, she insisted that you needed to go with her whenever she left your apartment. That also made progress slow since you had to work during the days and had even begun picking up a few more hours to help cover the cost of feeding an extra mouth. She didn’t love that you weren’t around for the majority of the weekdays, but she said she understood.

When you were free, you would spend the day showing Ryujin around the city. You explained about different types of businesses and shops, trying to help her in any way you could think to find somewhere that would have the parts she needed… or at least something that could substitute.

It was lucky for you that none of your friends had reached out the past few weeks either. It was odd… since you usually met up at least once a week for coffee or a meal or even drinks… but it was lucky. Really, how would you explain Ryujin’s sudden appearance in your life, and her confusion over particularly mundane things? No, it was definitely simpler that it was just the two of you trying to navigate this situation.

🎃

'You made it easy to fall for you. I don’t want to say no one had ever shown me interest before, but no one showed it quite like you did…'

“Tell me you feel the same.” Ryujin whispered. The back of her hand stroked your cheek, and your eyes fluttered closed.

A smile lifted the corners of your lips, “Yes, I’m falling for you too…”

Her lips broke into a smile, wide and striking white against purple. “I knew you would.”

Ryujin had confessed to you about three months into her stay on Earth, and though it was fast, you couldn’t help but feel the same.

Something about her was so captivating and magnetic.

She pulled you in, and you didn’t want to be let go. She was comforting and warm to you, even if she looked so coldly at others. She listened and let you lean on her. She was like a life raft when you felt like you were drowning in anxieties.

Ryujin just made life easier. She made it better…

When you came home from work one evening and sobbed because of how your boss had berated you and how you felt like he might be right, she was right there with a shoulder to cry on and a comforting hand rubbing your back. Her sweet words, whispered in your ear, were about all your positive qualities.

And if you didn’t notice how your boss flinched whenever you looked in his direction the next day, it was for the best.

When the two of you went out for lunch one weekend and a clumsy waiter accidently spilled the table over’s meal on your new white dress, she was quick to pass her blazer to you so that you could clean and cover up the transparent fabric.

And if you didn’t see how Ryujin dumped her own food onto the waiter when you rushed off to the restroom while he was attempting to clean the floor, it was for the best.

When you worked late one night and just as you reached your walk-up apartment door someone tried to rob you, she was there in the blink of an eye, knocking the absolute shit out of the guy and pouncing on him. She had straddled him, fists raining down on his face, and it took all your strength to pull her off of him, scolding her that assaulting someone is something you can’t just do on Earth and that it could’ve been greatly unsafe for her.

And if you didn’t see her bright smile when the robber’s nose cracked and he staggered to stand with blood being coughed up, it was for the best.

When your ex sent you a long text, begging for a second chance and explaining what had gone wrong before and how much he missed you, you ranted to Ryujin about how he was just a little too late. You expressed your confusion to her because you hadn’t really ended on bad terms, but you didn’t really feel that way for him anymore, even if you still had some of your favorite memories with him. She listened patiently, reassuring you that it was okay to move on and turn him down.

And if you didn’t think too hard about it how a few days later when you tried to call him back and received a message that the number was no longer in service, it was for the best.

Everything was just easier with Ryujin around. She made it… the best.

🎃

'But, unfortunately, I found that our… interests… didn’t always line up. Of course, couples can have their differences, but our differences are too much for me to handle…'

“I swear, they need to do something about the smell.” Your neighbor complained, while you two loitered near the mailboxes.

You hummed in agreement. Over the past couple weeks, the main floor had started to smell… Like really smell. You had to sympathize with your neighbor. Since she lived on the first floor, the smell would’ve been stronger for her. You considered yourself lucky that on the third floor the stench only reached you occasionally through the air ducts.

Your neighbor continued, “It has to be coming from the basement.” She shook her head and added conspiratorially, “Smells like something died. And I swear to you, I saw a maggot crawling out of my floor vents.”

You paused at her conviction that something sinister was hiding in the basement. Glancing in the direction of the downstairs door, you hesitated while your neighbor headed back into her own apartment.

What she said didn’t sit right. Something in your brain worried you. Could it just be your general anxiety? It wouldn’t hurt to check right?

You headed down the stairs.

Fuck. You shouldn’t have gone downstairs. You should’ve minded your business. Your neighbor should’ve kept her mouth shut.

There were bodies.

So. many. bodies.

The first one you noticed was your ex… His number had been disconnected. After you had talked to Ryujin. Fuck…

Then you saw that guy who tried to rob you, with a still broken nose and missing tooth, and… was that the waiter who spilled food on you? Fuck, fuck…

Your boss was there too. You thought he had been on a vacation that week… Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

There were others too. Just bodies. Corpses.

Some fresher than others. Maggots and swarms of flies and… bodies.

You almost vomited.

If you hadn’t felt paralyzed, you probably would’ve.

You couldn’t scream.

You needed to get out of there.

You needed to… get away.

🎃

'I’m sorry, Ryujin. I had fun with you. I liked you… I really did. But, I think it’s for the best if we end whatever it was that we had. You need to go back to your home anyway, right? We should leave things on a good note and go our separate ways now.'

-Y/N

She was dangerous.

Of course she was, she was a fucking alien.

She had literally crashed onto your planet and told you that you were going to shelter her, and you had deluded yourself that you would be safe because what… she was pretty?

You believed she was sweet and innocent because she talked about her family and friends and pets back home so lovingly.

But you didn’t really know anything.

She had been killing people.

And you couldn’t even be sure of why.

Was she fully carnivorous? Did she eat humans?

No… There was no obvious sign that she had been… consuming them? So what?

You thought hard.

So many of them were a part of your life somehow. Had she done that… for you?

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be around her.

You were afraid.

If you tried to just end things… Would she kill you too?

Write a letter.

Yeah, that felt safe, you’d write a letter and leave it for her when you went to work. You wouldn’t come back. You’d leave right after, head somewhere else. Somewhere safe.

You’d be okay…

Except you weren’t.

You’d left the letter; she’d been asleep on the sofa bed still.

She looked so peaceful. So innocent.

You’d left the letter on the side table; you’d taken a bag with you.

She found you as you left work.

You’d never told her where you worked. You’d never showed her the building or what floor your office was on.

She was standing in the door to the office.

Everyone else had left.

You were alone.

You were afraid.

“I apologize, Y/N. However, I cannot let you leave me.” A slow smile split Ryujin’s lips as she peered at you. Before, you had loved that smile; now, you were so, so afraid.

Your eyes trailed from her sadistic smile to the letter in her hands. Your letter.

Fuck.

You were supposed to be long gone.

“I just love you too much to ever let you go.”

[qyuoza]

Dear Soobin (Choi Soobin)

"Go ahead, I'm all ears. Though before you continue, I appreciated the gesture of you sending me letters"

Genre: Angst

Pairing(s): Soobin x Afab!Reader

AU: Highschool!au

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Soobin had started receiving letters in his locker for twenty eight days straight, growing suspicious of the penpal who seemed to watch his every move. What motives did they have behind the letters? Most importantly, who was behind all of this?

Note: Still really unedited at some parts but I’ll look over them in a bit. I hope you guys enjoy! ;; it’s bittersweet to me in a way how I can convey feelings of heartbreak to an extent that it hurt me to write and re-read.

Soobin walks up to his shoe locker as soon as he packs up his things, expecting to find yet another letter in it that was always tucked away in the same brown colored envelope, with the same wax seal he’d grown to recognize.

As the he opens up the door, one of his best friends, Yeonjun, who had been trailing behind him the whole time, comes up and puts him in a playful chokehold.

“Whoever this mysterious penpal of yours really is serious about keeping their identity a secret, we haven’t caught them a single time at all no matter how hard we tried. It’s kind of scary” Yeonjun laughs.

Soobin closes his locker door and nods in agreement, easily slipping out of Yeonjun's hold. For some reason no matter how early they were, the letter had been tucked away before they could even see who it was, almost like they had a schedule or something. The pair then walk out to meet up with their younger friends, Beomgyu, Hueningkai and Taehyun.

The walk home consisted of laughter from the other four, while Soobin on the other hand had been fiddling with the letter the whole time, wondering what they wrote to him this time around. It was always different everyday, and it could be a hit or miss at times.

“Another letter from your penpal Shin? I’m dying to find out who they are already because they seem so lovesick over you” Beomgyu teases. The taller male could only roll his eyes, though Beomgyu didn’t lie. Soobin did feel creeped out at times when the letter mentioned his activities in the day, even down to the ones where he could’ve sworn he was alone.

At home, Soobin takes the wax seal off and scoffs with a smile upon seeing the writings he’d grown accustomed to. “Huh, feels different but I don’t think it’s anything else that interests me” he mutters to himself monotonously.

‘Dear Soobin,

Hi! It’s day 28 since I started writing to you. I’m glad you read the letters and keep them, I noticed after you held a stack of them while talking to Taehyun. I know you’re probably dying to find out who I am, but I’d rather tell you glimpses of my day and of you through my eyes for now.

I’m planning to tell you who I am on the 30th day, so just wait a bit longer alright? By the way, my day wasn’t so eventful honestly. I was happy to see you, but you seemed busy and I didn’t have the courage to really get close with you.

My classes were really boring, I wrote several drafts of this just to keep my mind awake. I like how you speak well during assembly and how you treat everyone in general. I honestly wish we were closer, but it seems like a distant dream.

Anyways, you’re very adorable! I hope you don’t mind how my letter was on the shorter side today.

- Shin’

Soobin sighs but takes a double take at the revelation of when his penpal would finally make themselves known towards him. It wasn’t that far off, and frankly if he could take twenty eight days of boring letters, then he could definitely hold off for two more days.

The next day, Soobin had immediately rushed to tell Yeonjun the moment he entered the classroom. His friend gasps catching the attention of their other classmates, and he immediately shuts him up with his hand over his mouth. "Will you shut up? Sorry about that, it wasn't anything serious I swear" Soobin apologizes and slaps Yeonjun's shoulder, to which his friend winces at the action.

"Will you stop hurting me? And you have less than forty eight hours, I bet the anticipation is killing you if I'm already this nervous" Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair, Soobin agreeing with his statement. He didn't know what to expect, were they younger? Seemed like it, but all in all he couldn't tell. He was in the dark when it came to these things.

"Anyways, forget your penpal for a second. How have things been going with Y/n? I heard you're-" Yeonjun is immediately cut off as he looks behind Soobin, who also looks behind him to see why he had suddenly stopped talking. Sure enough, Y/n had entered the classroom just as Yeonjun had said those words, Soobin sending a glare his way. Yeonjun shrugs and nudges Soobin as a sign to call her over.

Y/n was their newest addition to their friend group, she moved to three years prior and became popular almost instantly with her kind personality and how she naturally got along with everyone. A lot of people also admired her, so naturally enough, Soobin had also become drawn towards her and developed a crush on the girl the more she hung out with them.

"Y/n! Over here!" Soobin called out, causing Yeonjun to hold in a laugh. They've been friends for three years and yet he still seemed so nervous around her.

Y/n turns after talking to one the other classmates and grins, immediately walking over and setting her bag down on the seat beside Soobin, while greeting both him and Yeonjun with a smile. "Pretty boring morning right, are we still hanging out tomorrow at my place?" Y/n says. The two males nod, Soobin looking absolutely lovesick as he stares at Y/n talking to Yeonjun.

"Soobin? Are you ok? You were spacing out for a second" Y/n snaps Soobin out of his daydream and he nods, feeling flustered that he'd been caught. Truth be told on his part, he still felt nervous even though he'd already started courting Y/n and word got around fast.

As the three of them laugh and continue their conversation, they were unaware of the figure standing outside and slipping a letter into Soobin's shoe locker. Tears stream down the person's face as they walk away angrily, but why were they crying? Soobin had no idea who they were anyway.

'Dear Soobin,

I didn't think someone else actually had your heart. Sorry if I'm assuming in a way, you don't even know me so why am I mad? I'm more mad at myself honestly for falling for you so hard when I'm just a coward behind a pen and paper. You're probably wondering how I even fell for you, and the answer is when I first saw you walking home with your friends. You looked so handsome carrying your school blazer on one arm and your school backpack on one shoulder, laughing as Beomgyu made some stupid joke and struggling with Yeonjun slinging his arm around your shoulders.

I stayed late at school that day to help out a teacher, so I hadn't run into you until that fateful day. I was shocked at how carefree and relaxed you looked, instantly recognizing you as the student body president that everyone had admired. Since that day, I started seeing you around more often with everyone, but most especially with your usual group. Sometimes you had a girl with you in the group, I assumed the worst but never thought of anything until I saw you two walking home together and you carrying her bag while talking.

I wondered why you weren't with your friends but realized you had stayed late for a meeting with the other student body members, that's how I found out the girl you were with was Kim Y/n. She was really pretty, popular and smart. I felt envious of her and resented her out of anger because of my own shortcomings.

When word had gotten around that you were courting her and were exclusive, I couldn't believe my ears. I felt rage bubble up in me but never acted on it. It was understandable that you liked her, you two compliment each other well. Then I started noticing how you both were around each other even more, love in both of your eyes. I hope she takes care of your heart well.

I'm finally telling you who I am tomorrow, and I'm just as nervous as you but I did promise. I hope I don't run into you anymore after because my heart really can't take the rejection. I hope you take care and move on after our first and last meeting. Meet me at the school gates tomorrow at the end of the day.

- Shin'

Soobin felt goose bumps all over his body while closing the letter. This person seemed to always watch from afar at his most vulnerable moments. How did they even bother to find out about Y/n? Not only that, the word of them being mutually exclusive had also reached the person too. He hoped his penpal didn't feel like they had a chance with him because he didn't want them to feel led on, he enjoyed the letters while they lasted but it only got creepy as time progressed. Though, he simply let it slip his mind as he got ready for his date with Y/n.

Hyeri sucks in a breath as she messes with the keychain on her bag. She felt too sick that day to even bother writing him one last letter, more worried about his reaction towards the last one and instead just opting to tell him everything straight to his face.

"Finally meeting your beloved Soobin? Good luck Hyeri, don't pass out the moment he asks you out" her friend jokes. Hyeri shakes her head, she highly doubts it, especially after already finding out that he was courting one of the most well known girls in school. Soobin was practically out of her reach and was just a distant dream at this point. Though she had to toughen up and face him because rejection was her only option, otherwise she'd never get over him.

"I'll never get over him at this rate so I'm trying to keep thoughts like that in the back of my mind thank you very much, Maya" Hyeri grimaces. If she had never seen him that day she wouldn't be here, struggling to gather her thoughts over some boy, who would never like her back as a matter of fact.

Maya doesn't say anything else as the bell rings, signaling their dismissal and indicating that it was finally time for Hyeri to face the very thing that had been keeping her on edge the past few weeks.

"You sure you don't want to back out last minute? I'm not even the one confessing and I feel just as anxious as you" Hyeri sighs as she walks out of the school building with Maya. Soobin's in the year above them so they'll be dismissed a bit later than them.

"Maya I can't just get his hopes up and not let it work out, I have to do this. My feelings are already about to spill over, I need his rejection to get back into reality. Hell, he's courting and maybe even dating Y/n for goodness sake" Hyeri stops at the gate and tells Maya to go first, she was finally going to wait for Soobin.

“Good luck Hyeri, be careful around him ok? I don’t want you to cry in front of him, his friends might be around for all we know. Call me later” Maya bids Hyeri goodbye on a bittersweet note, only hoping that the outcome won’t be as bad as they may think.

The moment Maya leaves, Hyeri hears the second bell ring, indicating that the older ones have finally been dismissed as well. A shiver goes down her spine as goosebumps grow on her skin, he’ll be here soon and she wasn't prepared at all. Hyeri's heart beats faster as groups of older students started walking past her, until most had finally filed out for the day. This meant that Soobin's group and a few more students were left, and usually these students were mostly the student council or students with extra curricular activities.

Suddenly, as Hyeri was about to turn on her heels and make a run for it, she hears Beomgyu's familiar laughter along with the others, while another female voice chimes in. 'Shit, they were already here. I can't escape, I'll at least beg for a moment alone' she thought to herself in a panic.

On the other hand, Soobin spots a girl waiting by the school gates, finally figuring that it was his penpal that he was expecting. "Hey, that must be her? Go talk to the girl, the poor thing looks like she's about to pass out" Taehyun says from beside Soobin. He looks at the girl and sure enough it seems like she's shaking, so Soobin walks ahead and tells his friends, along with Y/n, that he needed a moment alone and that they should wait for him.

"Will you be ok?" Y/n chimes in softly. Soobin nods and hugs her while placing a kiss on her forehead, the others looking at the two in disgust. "Shut up, you guys are just jealous. Now I'll be back, just wait for me here' everyone else nods and gets back to their conversation, Hyeri now noticing that Soobin was coming closer.

"Are you, Shin? The person sending me letters?" Soobin started. Hyeri finally looks him in the eye and nods in embarrassment, at least he gave them a moment alone to spare her from the embarrassment in front of his friends, and now girlfriend, she assumed. She did see him kiss her and hold her in an embrace.

"Yeah, it's me uh- hi! I'm Shin, Hyeri" Hyeri replies nervously, trying to take in everything she's seeing. He looks even more handsome up close, she could only wish to be this close to him every day. "I'm sure I'm probably just as you expected, but I'm here to really just tell you everything and what the intention was behind me sending those letters to you" she continues, biting her lip nervously.

"Go ahead, I'm all ears. Though before you continue, I appreciated the gesture of you sending me letters" Soobin was practically lying through his teeth, he thought some of the letters were borderline creepy in his opinion if he was honest. Hyeri blushes and clears her throat, ready to pour out everything she's been waiting to tell him.

"I really like you sunbae, and I've liked you for quite some time already. I know you really can't return my feelings, but I've admired you for awhile and wanted to let you know. You're just amazing and I'm happy to have fallen in love with you, even if it means breaking my own heart" Hyeri finally finishes and Soobin is frozen on the spot.

He tries to gather his own thoughts on what to say back because, he obviously couldn't return her feelings as she mentioned. He was already with Y/n and he's waited years to be with her, but he was definitely flattered at the good feelings towards him. Soobin sucks in a breath and smiles at her sadly.

"Hyeri, I'm flattered you think of me with good feelings. I'm actually quite impressed of your admiration for me, though, I'm really apologetic towards you because I can't return how you feel" Soobin rejects her politely. He's done this many times before, it wasn't out of the ordinary for him since receiving confessions was normal, he was usually just gentle about it since he was always too nice when it came to these things.

Hyeri felt her heart crack, of course this was expected. Soobin didn't know her like that either, so why did it hurt a lot more than she expected? Was it the way he rejected her so politely that hurt more? Surely enough because he was a really nice person with a lot of admirers. His heart was only for another though.

"It's alright sunbaenim, I kind of expected this and you can't really control someone's feelings. Thank you for letting me convey my feelings towards you, that's all I needed. You won't be hearing from me ever again I assure you, now I'll be heading first. Thank you again" Hyeri turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Soobin to stand still.

He walks back to his friends and puts an arm around Y/n with a smile, glad it was all over with. The letters were bittersweet and part of a routine, but a lot of things are temporary so Soobin let it slip his mind once again and focused on everything else.

'Dear Soobin,

You won't be receiving this, but here is one last letter towards you with the words I couldn't get out. Thank you for being the highlight of my day at times, the way my friends would tease me are memories I hold close and the way I would watch you smile, a longing feeling in my chest. You're truly an amazing person, and a great influence towards those around you is one thing that helped inspire me and made me want you even more.

I'm happy to see you happy even if it means letting you go, take care of Y/n, you're both perfect for each other. I hope you live your life to the fullest, don't let things like this hold you back. Happy graduation sunbaenim, be happy and healthy always while my admiration hasn't faded yet.

- Shin Hyeri'

© qyuoza 2023 -. no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any manner without the permission from the publisher.

[ssivinee]

Jung Y/n a.k.a Selene

Character Vision Board

✦ Kryptonite ✦

Starring: 1Million Redy Stray Kidz Lee Know WDBZ Vata SWF 2 Cast ✦ Jung Y/n a.k.a Selene ✦

Kryptonite is out now!

-sivine <3

Tag list (OPEN): @bada-lee-ily @froufrousnowman @amararosesblog @tikitsune @nimixe @1luvkarina @lorenztired @sammybeefangirls

[beautifulchris]

unhealthy & guts

hello, this is moon! welcome to my collection of fics inspired by anne marie and olivia rodrigo's lastest albums, named 'unhealthy' and 'guts' respectively. I chose the songs I would write for because of... well, inspiration and motivation eheh

I will write for several artists, even ones I do not write for at the moment!

send me an ask/comment if you want to join the tag list! :)

genres: fluff, angst, humor, suggestive tw: will be put accordingly to each piece, but obviously swearing notes: you'll see there's not a lot of songs for anne marie, and it's because, you guessed it, there's a lot of unhealthy stuff and I didn't want to only write about that... doesn't diminish my love for her

let's get started, shall we?

haunt you (22/03)

⤷ ex!jake sim (enhypen) x gn!reader

⤷ 1,1k

⤷ after breaking up with him, you decide to opt for revenge, and revenge he's gonna get

⤷ jake is a cheater and an asshole, swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), alcohol consumption, violence, reader is called queen once

trainwreck (19/04)

⤷ choi lia (itzy) x gn!reader

⤷ 1,1k

⤷ sometimes, relationships are meant to end

⤷ swearing, lia is a bad girlfriend

obsessed (05/06)

⤷ lee minho (stray kids) x gn!reader

⤷ 4,4k

⤷ minho was the most perfect guy you had the privilege of encountering—and working with. without even trying—or meaning to—, he got you wrapped around his fingers

⤷ obsession, toxic relationship, swearing (in lyrics only, who would've thought), violence, injuries, mention of blood

you & I

⤷ choi soobin (txt) x gn!reader

never loved anyone before

⤷ bang chan (stray kids) x gn!reader

all-american bitch

⤷ alexa x gn!reader

bad idea right?

⤷ hwang yeji (itzy) x gn!reader

vampire

⤷ yang jungwon (enhypen) x gn!reader

lacy

⤷ yves (loona) x gn!reader

ballad of a homeschooled girl

⤷ shin yuna (itzy) x gn!reader

logical

⤷ park sunghoon (enhypen) x gn!reader

get him back!

⤷ choi beomgyu (txt) x gn!reader

love is embarrassing

⤷ lee heeseung (enhypen) x gn!reader

pretty isn't pretty

⤷ lee chaeryeong (itzy) x gn!reader

obsessed

⤷ seo changbin (stray kids) x gn!reader

scared of my guitar

⤷ han jisung (stray kids) x gn!reader

stranger

⤷ kang taehyun (txt) x gn!reader

girl I've always been

⤷ kim lip (loona) x gn!reader

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main masterlist

[kisses4wonie]

dear you - choi beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis - the school’s well-known sweethearts suddenly break things off and rumors had started to spread, both about the girl and the boy. what really happened between them?

genre - highschool au + smau, exes(ish) to lovers

contains - slow-burn, angst, comedy, complicated situationship, swearing, mentions of sexual content

status - ongoing

featuring - yena (soloist), beomgyu from txt (+ itzy, txt, enhypen, le sserafim, wonyoung from ive, i.n from skz)

DEAR YOU — PROFILES : profiles 1 | profiles 2 |

chapter 01 - oh indeed (written + smau)

chapter 02 - exactly my question (written + smau)

chapter 2.5 - go yn (smau)

chapter 03 - together (written + smau)

chapter 04 - regret (written + smau)

chapter 4.5 - scheming

chapter 05 - peace offerings

chapter 06 - encounter

chapter 07 -

chapter 08 -

chapter 09 -

chapter 10 -

chapter 11 -

chapter 12 -

chapter 13 -

chapter 14 -

chapter 15 -

chapter 16 -

chapter 17 -

chapter 18 -

chapter 19 -

chapter 20 -

[lillotus17]

INTERTWINED SERIES MASTERLIST (Spidermen!ENHA)

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker, you start to get these weird visions of the future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision, three train carts away, walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death already. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Use and reference of japanese folklore, not accurate. Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's and ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! More to be added!

Character Introductions:

| Introduction 1 | Introduction 2 | Introduction 3 | Bonus

CH. 1: Resuscitation

CH. 2: Kidnapping

CH. 3: In Progress...

CH. 4: TBA...

CH.5: TBA...

TAGLIST (OPEN) : @praliliaaa @clara12o @llvrhee

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