#skz badboy!au

[moonlitstay]

[12:03 am] badboy!chan

chan smiles as he watches you walk in, wearing one of his baggy shirts. he wastes no time in grabbing your hand in his, pulling you down and onto his bed with him. enveloping you in his big arms, you giggle.

you look at his arms, covered in tons of beautiful tattoos, leaving no skin untouched. you find your eyes trailing to one tattoo in specific though.

your name.

your name in an arrowed heart.

you reach a hand up to trace a finger over the tattoo and chan smiles.

"god, i love you so much."

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭

pairing: jisung x fem!reader x male oc (afab)

genre: producer!jisung/hairstylist!reader. badboy!jisung. enemies to lovers. twin dynamic. cheating/infidelity au. some angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. thematic elements. just a tad bit of angst in this, but mainly, it's just degenerate shit. cheating is a big part of this. smut warnings below cut!! 

word count: 4.1k

summary: the han twins are infamous in south korea for being the #1 duo in the country, with han jisoon gifted in rapping and han jisung in producing. jisoon is the best man a girl could ever ask for- and a wonderful boyfriend. it's just too bad that jisung is the one you truly want out of the two brothers. 

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). kindaa jealousy sex. harddom!jisung. cheating sex. sub!reader. fingering. dom/sub undertones. degradation (slut, whore, etc.). manhandling kink. size kink. humiliation. dumbification. ownership/possession. jisung edges reader a bunch. overstimulation galore. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. orgasm denial.

a/n: OKAY- SO !!!! 😖 I first got inspired to write this months ago just from watching this edit over and over again. 😩 originally, this was gonna be a chan fic, but I decided to change it to hanji at the last minute, so here we are lol! 😂 honestly, this is kind of an interesting premise for a longer series, so idk... if I'm feeling inspired to, I might expand on this oneshot and make another part to it... lmk if that's smth you guys would be interested in!! 🤎

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"W-We shouldn't be doing this," you gasped out, feeling the rise of your arousal flooding every part of your mind. It overtook all of your senses - forcing you to see stars, making the blood in your veins boil deliciously, casting visions of rainbows across your mind, flashes of effervescent violet and topaz coating your eyelids. "It's... it's not right." 

The man between your legs was incessant in his movements, pressing your spine a little harder into the shower's cool tiled wall. One hand clamped down onto your hip, nails digging into sensitive flesh there, as he held you up, continuing to hoist your legs around his waist tightly. His other hand was busy at work between your colliding bodies, thumb drawing messy circles around your clit. It was so fucking puffy and felt like it was engulfed in a vat of flames. 

"Why? Because you wanna deny that you're mine? That only I can make you feel this way, only I can fit this pussy so well?" His messy raven locks curled underneath the shower's hot steam, his entire naked form covered in a glistening sheen of suds and sweat and water. "You stay with him- with that prick, but you and I both know that he doesn't bring you to your knees like this- doesn't fuck you as well as I do." 

And the worst part about it- was that you knew he was right. 

Deep down, in the depths of your heart, mind, and spirit, you knew he only spoke the truth. 

That's the thing that killed you the most. 

The Han twins were infamous in the music industry - raising their empire of success from the ground up in the basement of their parent's house when they were just young boys in middle school. As they grew older, they only became better at their crafts - Han Jisoon with his rapping, and Han Jisung with his producing. 

Soon after their 18th birthday, they made their official debut in the Seoul music scene. Instantly, their first track was a complete hit - sweeping the nation with its catchy rhythm and unique rap lines. It was unlike anything anyone had ever heard, and by the time the twins turned twenty-one, they were on track to be the biggest stars of their generation - overtaking all other duos in the industry and winning all the year-end awards. 

You met Jisoon, the singer out of the duo, when you were training to become a hair colorist and he was in his late twenties. One day, a mysterious man came into your salon in Hongdae. Soon after you heard your teacher talk about who he was to some of the other stylists there - you realized that the man you would be working with was none other than the biggest star in the country at the moment. 

Instantly, there was a connection between the two of you. His smiles were so warm, the way he spoke to you so soft and delicate, his laugh contagious. His happiness was infectious, and like a drug, you began to think of nothing but him. After work that day, you came home to watch all of his performances and interviews, completely captivated by his persona. 

As it turns out, he decided to use your salon for his monthly appointments - and soon, after you graduated with your specialty license in hair color, you became his personal hair colorist. 

It didn't take long after that until you two grew a deep connection, and then he was asking for your number before he took you out on your first date together, and the rest... was history.  

Honestly, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was so fucking kind and sweet and considerate. He wasn't selfish in the least bit and always wanted the best for you. And when you told him you wanted to keep things on the down-low in regards to your relationship, he heeded your wishes. Over the three years that you two had been dating, not a single word had gotten out to the press about your relationship. Sure, his fans speculated about his relationship status, but no one ever came out with any hard evidence of his true girlfriend.

He had even met your parents during Chuseok soon after your first anniversary, much to their delight. He brought over gifts for your mother and spent time out on your father's boat fishing in the early morning even though he hated fishing and always got seasick. Your mother fell in love with him during your trip, and wouldn't stop talking about the expensive rice cakes he had brought her for that holiday season. Your father also took a keen liking to him, saying he enjoyed having a fishing partner, which was your father's way of saying that he approved of your choice of a man.

All of your friends loved Han Jisoon too. Your best friend, Ryujin, was obsessed with your relationship - and was always checking up on the two of you. She was just chomping at the bit for him to propose, and every Christmas that passed, she claimed that 'next year, he'll do it on New Year- I swear to you that he will.' 

Jisoon liked to hang out with you and your friends when his schedule allowed him to, and you did the same with his large group of friends. Granted, most of his connections were either famous producers or other popular singers, but still - you liked the fact that he wasn't afraid to introduce you to the important people in his life. Because all of it made you feel important to him.

Not to mention all of the gifts he got you - sending you huge bouquets of your favorite flowers when he was away on tour, and sending you little gifts here and there 'just because.' Like the box of chocolates during a particularly shitty day of your period, or the small teddy bear that was programmed with his voice and said 'I love you,' that he bought for you during one of his promotional business trips to Taiwan. 

Overall, he was the best person you had ever met. He was funny and quirky and so fucking entertaining to be around. Not to mention talented- he could write thirty lines of rap within an hour, something you never could get over even after years of knowing him. He was perpetually changing his hair color too, thanks to your help - and for the past year, he had been rocking a dusty blonde look. He also loved to dress in bright colors and wasn't one to shy away from all the new fashion trends.

So... everything must've been amazing, right? 

You had a beautiful, unique boyfriend who fucking adored you and practically worshipped the ground you walked on. 

So then, what was the problem? 

Well, for one thing, the root of the entire bane of your existence was his twin brother, Han Jisung. 

With his perpetually messy black hair, onyx eyes, and scowl he always seemed to wear no matter what. You had never seen him dressed in anything other than dark clothes - grays and blacks only. 

His temperament matched his outward appearance, with his downright rude personality at times and his snide comments that were always directed towards you. He was an absolute thorn in your ass and he loved being one. 

He and your boyfriend couldn't be more different from each other, and you were almost surprised when you first met him after you and Jisoon first started dating. Because... they were such stark opposites of each other it was almost comical. 

But Jisoon loved his brother, despite his flaws and all, and since they had an entire career together, you were forced to share space with your boyfriend's other half. When Jisoon would invite you over to the studio late at night to listen to some of the new lyrics he had written, there Jisung was. Sitting at the desk in the recording studio, directing everything and making changes to the track... just brooding for a fight.

When he worked, Jisung was even more serious than his normal day-to-day persona; changing into this silent, man with a menacing kind of aura surrounding him as he sat behind a huge desk in their shadowy recording studio. 

You'd be turned on by the sight of it all if you were dating Jisoon - his twin brother. 

But as it turns out, life has a funny way of playing tricks on you... 

On your mind and heart and everything you had grown accustomed to. 

And before you even realized it was happening, your dynamics were changing. No longer was it you and Jisoon against Jisung. Slowly but surely, throughout your relationship, you somehow grew closer to your boyfriend's twin brother. 

It started with him being a little nicer to you randomly during your visits to the recording studio, or during the luncheons you'd sometimes attend with your boyfriend and his entire crew. 

Han Jisung turned out to be kind of... nice. 

Despite all of his flaws and rude mannerisms. 

But even so, he was still an asshole, he was still annoying most of the time and a total prick. He liked to get under your skin, and wiggle around in there - teasing you just enough to the point where you were close to blowing up at him. But he always pulled back eventually. 

Almost like, he enjoyed the thought of edging you irrevocably, for years on end. 

Things came to a screeching halt though, when the twins were on tour and Jisoon invited you to tag along with him to their dates in Japan. Not wanting to deny the offer since you had always wanted to visit the country, you joined him during the four days that he and Jisung would be in Tokyo. 

At first, everything was going smoothly. 

Their rehearsal the night before their first show went well, and you enjoyed sightseeing with your boyfriend after he was finished with preparations. After the two of you got back to your hotel, Jisoon quickly fell asleep in your shared queen-sized bed, completely exhausted from his busy schedule. 

And then somehow, you had found yourself roaming the halls of the luxurious hotel, stumbling upon a small alcove in the back of the spacious place, fit with a self-serve mini bar and a few velvet-lined seats overlooking the glittering night's cityscape. 

But the person who was sitting in one of those seats was the thing that surprised you the most, with his black tresses and even darker stare. He regarded you with a tilt of his head, swishing around the ice in his crystal glass that was filled with dark bourbon. 

Pathetically, it only took you three drinks in. 

Perhaps the red wine they served at the hotel's mini bar was more potent than the stuff you were used to in South Korea. 

Or, perhaps you were just as exhausted as your boyfriend Jisoon from spending the day traveling across the city and sightseeing.

But before you knew it, you had somehow migrated onto Jisung's lap, allowing him to place his palms on your ass that was just barely covered by the mini skirt you had changed into to tour the city with Jisoon earlier that night. 

"I have a boyfriend, Jisung," you had said, as the man before you leaned in a little closer to your form. Nose coming close to your exposed neck, he had breathed in a deep sigh. Your spine shuttered from how near he was to you. Nearer than the two of you had ever been before. "Jisoon- he- he loves me." 

After that, Jisung looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, a dark, familiar look twirling right there in his eyes. He stared on at you in silence, before he let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "Oh please- you couldn't give a flying fuck about my brother. Especially not when you're with me..." 

The moment his lips had come in contact with your skin, you melted instantly - like a bar of milk chocolate being held over the high flames of a fire. The fire ended up being him, his heat engulfing you as his mouth came around the spot between your clavicle and neck, teeth biting down there slowly, tongue darting out and licking ever so slightly. 

"I've seen the way you stare- you're practically begging me to fuck you at any chance that we're together," Jisung had grunted out, his mutterings fanning against your skin and making the butterflies erupt even faster in the pit of your stomach. "Such a little whore- why have one brother when you can have two, right?" 

After that, you were trying to push him away. Palms on his muscular chest, you tried to move off of his lap. But his digits just dug in harder to the supple flesh of your asscheeks, and when you moved slightly, you could feel the hardness of his middle gently hitting up into your warm center. 

In the end, you couldn't deny the wetness that was slowly growing in your panties. But you could sure try your damndest to forget about it all. "I'm dating someone else, we... can't..." Your voice trailed off after that, as his mouth traced up the column of your neck, pressing light, heart-fluttering kisses against your jawline and the corner of your mouth. 

"Too bad you're such a horrible fucking liar then," Jisung said in a low voice, staring into your eyes and giving you that look - the one he always leveled your way when he was officially done with your bullshit. "Too bad I can no longer ignore the wetness that's growing between your legs- ignore the way you press these cute little pussy lips together each time I make you squirm with my taunting." 

In the next instant, he was pressing his mouth against yours, swallowing up your groan of surprise, quieting the moans that threatened to slip free from deep inside of you when his tongue danced against yours. 

Turns out, he was right. 

Without even really realizing it, you had been taunting him. 

For fucking years. 

With your combativeness, and playful banter. Not to mention, the long stares and shifting in your seat every time he made you feel... bothered.

He was like a powerful magnet, something you couldn't deny the pull of any longer. 

Your kiss there on the chair in the hotel alcove turned into something heated and disastrous, and soon, you found yourself locked up in Han Jisung's hotel room - hands pinned against the soft downy mattress as his thick cock ripped you right open. He drew the filthiest of sounds out from the depths of your soul as he pounded into you completely raw, fucking you well into the night. He edged you for hours - just like he did in your regular lives - before bringing you over the brink of five different orgasms. 

The sex with your boyfriend Jisoon was good, 

but nothing could compare to the way that Jisung made you feel that night. 

How filled up you had felt - completely whole in every way possible. 

Usually, the sex with your boyfriend was fairly quick, very vanilla, and in the same three positions. 

Meanwhile, Jisung had you in all kinds of ways that night - knees, back, stomach. You name it, he somehow coaxed you into it. 

And afterward, after he finished coating every crevice and surface of your insides and outsides in his seed and sweat and saliva, Han Jisung helped to clean you up. The two of you lay side by side in his bed for a little bit, soon after he had wiped your skin clean. 

No words had been spoken between the two of you then, but you just felt, that nothing had to be said. The deed had been done. You had gotten over the hardest part. 

And now... there was no going back. 

When you had crept back to the room you were sharing with your boyfriend and laid down beside him just as the clock was about to strike five in the morning, you realized that things were completely ruined. 

Nothing would ever be the same again - because no one would ever compare...

To the way Jisung made you feel that night, and how he had made you feel over the past few years, without you even fucking realizing it. 

Slowly, as you lay there underneath the covers, hair disheveled and the marks of Jisung's lips littered across your body - your legs and arms and pussy sore from his arduous, heated attention - the tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes unchecked. You stared at the back of Jisoon, your boyfriend, and cried yourself into a listless kind of sleep, void of any dreams or thoughts. 

"I'm sorry, babe," you had whispered to his sloped shoulders, just before your eyes had slipped shut in finality in the early morning rays of sunlight for that day. "I'm so fucking sorry..." 

Three weeks after they were finished with their Japanese leg of the tour, and back home in Seoul resting before they finished up with their encore concert in America, Jisung paid a visit to the apartment you shared with Jisoon in the heart of Gangnam. Your boyfriend was out for the day, visiting his parents for the rare break that they had in their schedules. 

The moment you opened your door and saw him standing there on the step, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. But the two of you didn't have to say anything, because you already knew. 

Things had been ruined the moment you stumbled upon him late at night in that hotel, all those weeks ago. 

That day, you christened every surface of your apartment with your mixed essence. Every place you could imagine, Jisung fucked you on: the kitchen counter, the living room couch, the dining room table, against the front door, in the shower, on the study room's floor, and perhaps worst of all... in your very own bed. The one you had shared with your boyfriend, who was also Jisung's twin brother, for years.  

The sex that day was mind-blowing and cataclysmic, as Jisung led you over the brink of so many orgasms, you lost count after the third one. By the time the two of you were finished and the sun was beginning to set, you were so deep into an odd limbo state of mind that you couldn't even form a coherent thought or sentence. 

And like a thief leaving in the middle of the night, like a ghost visiting you for only a time, Jisung just kissed you goodbye, promising he'd come back soon, and left you in your apartment right before your boyfriend came back. 

He left you as a pile of messy hair, weak limbs, and a murky mind, sprawled out across your bed, completely naked and littered with bite marks and violet hickies. You managed to throw a nightgown on before your boyfriend came home and saw you that night. 

You were so fucking ashamed, but no matter how bad you felt about it all, you couldn't stop yourself. And apparently, Jisung couldn't either. You two were drawn to each other, for whatever reason. And no external factor - even the idea of a long-term boyfriend - was going to stop the trainwreck that you were slowly causing with your secret meetings. 

Over time, the periods spent with your boyfriend's twin brother bled together into a fever dream of passion and the greatest sex you had ever experienced in your life. Any chance you could get alone with each other, with your boyfriend nowhere in sight, the two of you were fucking...

In the recording studio, during the rehearsal for a TV appearance, at the hair salon you worked at, in the bathroom during a late-night dinner with their company. And soon, you found yourself falling into a weird kind of rhythm with Han Jisung. Half of the time, you spent it with your boyfriend, Jisoon. And the other half, you spent it with Jisung... fucking and delving into each other in all different ways. 

Your time spent with the other brother became so intense and all-consuming that you lost track of how long it had been since everything had started. And that's how you found yourself that specific Friday night, with your boyfriend spending the night at the studio working on a recording. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, his twin brother was between your legs. 

Jisung had already taken you wholly atop the dining room table earlier that night after you had finished eating the takeout he had brought over. Once you were done chewing your orange chicken and fried rice, the dark-haired man was upon you with a vengeance - ripping off your panties and pushing you atop the wooden table. His fingers had this magic touch to them, and within just a few minutes, with a couple of practiced strokes, he always brought you over the edge in a blinding light of arousal. 

After he was finished with you on the table, you two took a shower together and somehow... he ended up inside of you, once again, for the millionth time in a row. 

"W-What about Jisoon..." You whined out, head bumping against the tile wall at your back with every hard thrust of Jisung up into you. His cock stretched you out so deliciously, and you ground your hips against his, loving the feel of his hand clamped down on your clit, rubbing at it with a rabid kind of heat. "He... He'll die if he finds out, Ji..." 

He flashed you a swarthy, devilish kind of smirk, before he leaned into you, pressing his teeth against your shoulder and biting down on your clavicle. Tongue coming out to press against the purple spot left there, he chuckled lowly. "Oh, just shut up already- I think we're past the point of you giving a fuck about him." 

And then you were clutching onto his wet locks even harder, as he drilled his cock so far deep into you, entire galaxies and other worlds flashed across your vision. Gasping out in pure bliss, you moaned out his name breathlessness, your whines getting swallowed up by the sound of the running showerhead above you. 

"Yeah, that's right... moan my name, bitch," Jisung coaxed in a deep voice, his thumb drawing figure eights around your puffy clit as his cock fucked the squelching juices back into you. "We both know this - us - is never ending... either you leave that fucker, or he finds me fucking you one of these days and everything turns to shit. Your choice." 

You were so fucked out, mind fuzzy with arousal and the pit of your stomach on fire from all of the feeling coursing through your system that you could barely form a coherent sentence. Even still, you managed to crack your eyes open just a tad bit to level Jisung with a serious frown. "N-No... never- don't want to ruin this..." The breath caught in the middle of your throat as the tip of his rigid cock hit that soft spot deep inside of you, making your legs shake around his waist, cunt clenching around his length. 

"Then take everything, you slut- be a good little whore and take daddy's cock," Jisung commanded out in a stern tone, pounding into you incessantly and making your ass bounce back and forth against the shower wall. "Open wider for me, baby doll- wanna see this pretty pussy of yours bulging with my cock." 

As always, you did what he commanded of you. Spreading your legs wider and hugging them a little closer around his hips, your head shot back against the tile of the shower wall when you felt Jisung's cock prodding into you. 

He pushed down on your lower belly, feeling the way his thick cock rubbed up into you so far, he bulged out against the seams and the outline of him displayed deep inside of you. "Oh fuck- such a cute pussy... fits me so fucking well..." Jisung said in a low voice, as he rubbed a little harder against your clit with his thumb. Meanwhile, his dick was reaching all new lengths inside of you, drawing out a flurry of moans from between your lips. "J-Just a little longer... just hold on a little more, 'kay kitten?"  

And in the end, you heeded his commands. All of them. You did everything he wanted, because truthfully- you couldn't help yourself. Couldn't deny him, no matter what. 

Fin.

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SKZ's reaction to a member walking in on you- Crack, Humour

Pranking bf skz- Crack

How they act when they're jealous- Fluff

Sitting on their lap while they're gaming- Fluff, suggestive

Stray kids as dads- Fluff, suggestive, nsfw

SKZ as acts of service- Fluff

Sweet things they do- Fluff

Taylor swift songs x skz AUs- Multiple genres and tropes

SKZ aand how they would propose- Fluff, Headcanons

Do you get deja vu when she's with you?- Angst, Slight fluff

Intimate moments with badboy! skz- Fluff, Slight angst

Rainy days with skz- Fluff

The 8 tragedies- Pure angst

Bestfriend skz random texts- SMAU, Light humour

Meet ugly (hyung line ver.)- Fluff

SKZ reaction to you dressing up- Fluff

When he nuzzles into your neck- Fluff x10

Camping with Stray kids- Crack

BSF! SKZ saves reader after they get lost- Humour

BSF! Reader asking SKZ for a divorce- Humour

SKZ....and the lipstick stain trend- Fluff

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solos: seokjin┊yoongi┊hoseok┊namjoon┊jimin┊taehyung┊jungkook

duos:

yoonmin┊taekook┊namjin┊yoonjin┊2seok┊jinmin┊taejin ┊jinkook┊sope┊namgi┊taegi┊yoonkook┊namseok┊jihope┊vhope┊hopekook┊minjoon┊namtae┊namkook┊jikook┊vmin

multiple:

ot7┊yoonkookmin

relationships:

member x member┊member x reader

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au: assistant┊badboy┊biker┊bodyguard┊camping┊camp counselors┊established relationship┊fake dating┊fake marriage┊fantasy┊flower shop┊fuckboy┊idol┊marriage┊photographer┊rockband┊soulmates┊streamer┊university┊non-idol┊arranged marriage┊gender swap┊tattoo shop

?2L: childhood friends to lovers┊enemies to lovers┊exes to lovers┊friends to lovers┊idiots to lovers┊roommates to lovers┊strangers to lovers┊friends with benefits to lovers┊classmates to lovers

genre: angst┊fluff┊smut┊angst & smut┊fluff & smut┊angst & fluff┊angst & fluff & smut┊hurt/comfort

[neoivy1]

Love is a flame masterlist

badboy felix x fem! reader

Summary : When ýou start at your new school you think that it will be a good time but you dont expect an old frien to be there and turn those drea0ms of having a normal school year without dramam upside down.

Warnings : smut (not too much ) fluff , angst , aespa bashing ( love these girlies but I needed a villain so I made them the mean girls.

Features : aespa, jungwon , stray kids , ryujin , wonyoung , some of txt , some of bts and other idols

Updates : whenever I can and have a good idea , but not always very consistent because I'm in my fist year of highschool and will be having school exams , which are biches, but yeah.

ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ 1: ᴊʏᴘ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄs ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ 2 : ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴜs ɪᴛ ʙᴏʏs

ᴄʜᴘ1 : ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪs sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴘ 2 : ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ( written and more of a filler chapter)

[moonbeam-00]

"I don't want this."

His words were heavy and laced with spite, you could see and feel it even under your skin. He wasn't look at you, he tried to avoid your eyes. He couldn't bare to see the hurt in them, to know he did that to you.

He was breaking all the promises he had made to you. He broke your heart just saying those 4 words.

"You don't wa-want.."

"Us. I don't want this.. anymore."

You nodded, your heart smashed under his words' weight. You examined his features but he wasn't look at you. He couldn't bare to witness what he has done. "Us.. I get it. You're tired of this toy and want something new, right?"

Badboy!Minho sneered at your words, they were so far from the truth but he needed to make you believe him. Even if this made his heart aches as if 1000 swords pierced it. He loved you, damn he Loves you, but his life was so complicated and he didn't want to destroy yours too.

"Yeah, you're right. You're annoying and clingy, I need space." He muttered with venom and you flinched, your fears already munching at the corner of your soul. "You know, ______? You're fantastic under the sheets but.. outside them, you're just like everyone else. A dull person with a bothersome personality."

Finally he looked at you, stared into those eyes that will haunt him forever, wondering if it was necessary. He could have protect you but the mere thought of you in danger because of him drove him mad.

You had some difficulty breathing but humming something under that sweet voice he loves, you stepped backwards and turned your back. "I hope you had fun playing with my heart, Minho" you said walking away and leaving him alone.

He didn't answer, he just witnessed the owner of his heart walk away.

Maybe it was for the better, he thought standing in that room once filled with memories with her and now a grimy reminder of what he lost.

Forever.

@sleepylixie @decembermoonskz hope you don't mind if I tagged you cuties, I just needed to share this with someone 🙃

-Tina

[hwangzi]

Unexpected

You had a reputation.

Not that you particularly cared about what others thought of you, but you were aware of this nasty rumour going around about you being the most unapproachable girl at school.

It didn’t stem from your looks (which, on the contrary, might have been the reason why you belonged to the 'cool kids' once). But the fact that you preferred keeping your personal life private, generally avoided human beings unless it was your best friend, while unapologetically being yourself made people think you were a rude, antisocial weirdo. To top it all off, you made clear to everyone that you were completely unavailable for any sort of romantic involvement.

And then there was him.

Equally unapologetic, equally hard-headed and equally... handsome? But he was your school's notorious bad guy and the complete opposite of you in any other aspect - or so you thought.

Until one fateful evening when you happened to be studying in the same exact library where he had been condemned to carry out his duties as the janitor’s substitute for having skipped four classes in a week.

"Sylvia Plath, huh"

You spun around in your chair, not expecting someone to still be here at this hour, only to be confronted with the school's most dreaded boy. Right, detention.

"You know ‘The Bell Jar’?" You asked, unable to hide the initial surprise. Who expected someone like him to read American feminist literature?

He shrugged as if it wasn't anything worth noting.

"S'pose so. Anyway, what’s our highschool's sweetheart doing all alone in the library on a friday night, when every normal person should be out in the club?" He drew out the 'sweetheart' part in mocking irony, making you frown in response.

"I'm sorry, do I know you? This is none of your business." You scoffed and turned around to resume your reading.

"You might not, but I know you" he smirked and suddenly sat down next to you.

"Y/n, right? The so-called ‘unapproachable ice princess’?"

"I see you already picked up that much about me... Well then, allow me to live up to my title and kindly ask you to leave me alone."

Honestly, you were getting really annoyed at this point. So you're just another one of them, you thought. Full of assumptions and prejudice.

"Woah woah, what's with that sour face? Did I offend you?"

"I don't care what people think about me"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, and shouldn't you be cleaning the floor instead of sitting here, chatting to a cold-hearted brat?" You looked at him, anticipating a reaction.

He leaned back onto his chair, holding your gaze - much to your provocation, you spotted an amused twinkle in his dark orbs.

"Firstly; So you do know me. And secondly; I never said I found you cold-hearted, nor bratty."

"You're in my history class. Also, you just said so yourself."

"I said 'the so-called'. I never said it was my opinion." He countered.

"What is your opinion then?" You replied, curiosity uncontrollably sparking inside of you.

"I thought you didn't care about what other people think?" He replied, another smirk forming on his handsome features. God, now that you looked at him closely, you realized how brown his eyes are, almost like chocola-

Snapping out of it, you hastily started packing your belongings, turning away from him to hide your face, red with embarrassment.

"I- I don't-" What the hell was he doing to you? "Whatever, I don’t need an answer", you muttered quickly. You were about to storm out of the library when you heard him call behind you.

"As a matter of fact, I think you're very caring, hard-working and really pretty."

You stopped in your tracks. Did he just-?

"What makes you think I am any of that?" You looked back at him. His eyes caught yours before he spoke,

"I've been watching you for quite a while now. I know you're very kind to your friend. You keep to yourself because you're scared of getting hurt again, like those assholes you used to hang out with once did. You're very dedicated to schoolwork. I've seen you study ‘til past midnight several times when I was in detention..." Unsure whether you considered this creepy or actually kinda cute, you caught him chuckling at your bewildered expression before continuing,

"And from all those people in our school... You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

At this point, you couldn't help the heat spreading on your face - and you knew he saw it.

"Besides, you're not afraid of me. That’s all the more reason why I like you."

Your heart skipped a beat at those last three words.

"You what?"

"You heard me" he laughed. "Now would you stop running away and actually let me take you out on a date?"

"I- I don't even know you!"

I really don't, you thought, I didn't know you were that observant and thoughtful...

"Then let's change that and go out with me, so you can get to know me little by little."

He stood up, approaching you with a few quick steps. When he stopped right in front of you, you held your breath, heart beating so loudly you wondered if he could hear it. How come you've never noticed how stunning his presence was?

"Clearly, one of the things we have in common is our reputation. And neither you nor I give a shit about it. So why don’t we just do our thing together? Would you like that, baby?" Something about the way he stared into your eyes while your new nickname fell from his lips made your throat feel dry.

"Okay..." you finally said and he took your hands into his, a dazzling smile on his face you've never seen before but could definitely get used to seeing more of in the future.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, y/n.“

.

Many things come unexpected in life and somehow, life threw at you this boy with a story that offers more layers you had yet to discover.

And, little did you know, along with a love deeper than you could imagine.

_prologue

[loveleelino]

2:17 am

Exchanging fiery glares with Badboy!Felix, both of you being halfway across campus but having some sort of sixth sense when you’re within view of each other. Both of you purposefully bumping shoulders as you pass each other, with one of you occasionally landing into a wall, while the other walks off with a shit eating smirk. Neither of your friend groups knowing how to calm you two down when one graffiti's another’s motorcycle, and the other smashes the glass to their car windows.

But.

Neither of your friend groups really knowing that smashed glass and ugly an form of vandalization is a rush you two have craved since birth, and have only found in each other. No one knowing that your exaggerated interactions in the halls are your only opportunities of touch throughout the campus day, with a smirk to cover the laughter that wants to escape. You both really hope though, that the apparent glares, if really payed attention to, won’t reveal the passion and love you share for each other, both of you reminding one another each time you feel the other around. 

[nct-roses]

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“Stop moving!”

“I’m worried about you.”

“What happened to you?”

“You can’t stay in bed all day.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Don’t act so innocent.”

“Do you believe in soul mates?”

“What if something happens to you?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“I gotta say, I’m a little surprised.”

“I’m not a child!”

“You called me, remember?”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“Sleep is for the weak.”

“I don’t like the way they look at you.”

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“I’ve got your back.”

“I wish I could sleep.”

“Your heart is pounding.”

“It’s too early for this.”

“Sorry about that.”

“I said move!”

“It’s not too late.”

“Need a ride?”

“Where were you when I needed you?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t get better/heal.”

“Hey, are you still awake?”

“Your hands are so cold.”

“I could hug you all day.”

“What do you think?”

“Thanks for cheering me up.”

“Do I look okay?”

“Hold me just a little longer.”

“Call me when you get home.”

“What we have is special.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I need you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Is that my shirt/hoodie?”

“I can’t sleep because I’m up all night thinking of you.”

“Please just hold me.”

“You can’t leave me.”

“You forgot something.”

“I won’t let you go.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Damn, how did I get so lucky?”

“Are you cold?”

“I need cuddles.”

“Hold my hand and we’ll make him jealous.”

“Maybe I want to be more than friends?”

“I dreamt about you last night.”

masterlist <3

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[yolkyeomie]

[ 4:20 am ] : you grab the cheeks of your boyfriend, badboy!hyunjin, smiling yet with slightly irritated face. “Next time you come over here bruised up at 4 in the morning I’m going to choke you out.” He only laughed at you, grabbing your cheeks just as you had did to him. “That’d be hot, babe.”

[seonghwall]

[3:20 pm] badboy!hyunjin leans against the wall, tapping his feet as his patience starts running out. he has been waiting you to come for almost twenty minutes now.

once he finally sees you coming his way his face immediately relaxes, his arms rest firmly around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“i’m so sorry i made you wait for long.” you apologize after pulling away from hug, hyunjin lifts your chin up and your eyes met his.

“just saying sorry isn’t enough to make up for being late, princess.” he slyly smirks and you know exactly what he means. you lean in and lock your lips with his plump ones in a passionate kiss, your lips moved in perfect synchronization with hyunjin’s as it gets more passionate the more it lasts, you love it when he kisses you like that.

“is that good enough, baby, or do you want more?” you softly whisper into his ear, making his smirk grow wider.

“you know i can never get enough of you, princess. and i can’t wait till we get home so i can tell you what i really want.”

[berrybang97]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭!

  [Text me when you get there.]

    Changbin’s eyes skimmed over the message that glowed white on the screen, the pads of his fingers sliding across the keyboard to tell you he’ll do as told before he secured his phone deep inside the zipped pocket of his leather jacket. Revving the engine of his motorcycle, he wondered what were you up to at this time of the night. It was peculiar, really, and so uncharacteristic to you. You never got out of the house when it was dark, or at least not without him. And he knew all too well that your parents would not allow you to leave the house after 10PM unless it was some kind of lie you forged that would, somehow, convince them. So what were you up to?

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭!

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

A love like silk// Han Jisung pt.4

Bad boy!Jisung

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: Silk, one of the softest fabrics on the planet. It’s breathable and comfortable. Just like how he was to you. He gave you space to breath. He always made sure you were okay. Yet why, do people say he’s bad to you? He gave you a love that’s soft and tender. A love that involves soft touches, tight hugs for comfort and sweet talk, smooth like silk.

Word count: 4,3k

Warnings: Swearing, terms of degradation/ humiliation, (terms of) bullying.

Jisung woke up from a long nap. It was Saturday. The young male groans as he remembers that he has a date with Jiyeon. He didn’t look forward to it, but he also knew that he couldn’t just cancel the date.

When Jisung was finished getting dressed, not even bothering to put on something nice. He went on his way to Jiyeon’s place. After he had rang her doorbell he was greeted by Jiyeon who was smiling from ear to ear. They exchanged greetings before they went off to their ‘date’.

They went to this café that Jiyeon choose. It was really nice, Jisung had to admit. But he just couldn’t help but imagine Y/n being here instead of Jiyeon. He thought about the things they could be talking about right now. He’d tell her about the adventures Hyunsun and him had a couple months ago. Jisung and Hyunsun went to this theme park. They had a lot of fun in the snow, making snow angels and sledding down a hill. They had a big mug of hot chocolate and they just had a great time.

Jisung snapped back into reality, hearing Jiyeon ranting about something. “And then I went with my parents to Japan. They had hired this huge mansion for us and it was absolutely gorgeous. Maybe we can go to Japan one day?” Jiyeon says whilst she bats her lashes. “I guess.” Jisung mumbles before he took out his phone.

Jiyeon didn’t even mind, she was with her crush. She just stared at the handsome young man that was in front of her.

Jisung on the other hand was scrolling through his apps. He then opened one of his texting apps and he decided to text Y/n. He knew this was a pretty dick move towards Jiyeon, but he simply didn’t wanted to be there at that moment.

‘You there sweet cheeks?’ ‘Yes what’s up?’ She replied. ‘Nothing much.’ Jisung lied. ‘What about you?’ ‘Nothing much, I’m just bored.’ ‘Missing me much sweet cheeks?’ Jisung joked. ‘If you could see me now you would see my eyes rolling at you.’

Jisung laughed softly as he read the text. He then looked up and remembered what he was doing.

‘Sweet cheeks I’ll catch up to you later. Maybe you should take a nap and dream about me so you won’t be too bored.’ ‘Ha ha. I’ll see you later Sungie’ She said. ‘See ya <3’

Jisung decided to give Jisung some of his attentions, but she decided to bombard him with questions. “What are you up to tomorrow? Maybe we can hang out again.” “Do you think this looks good?” “Who were you texting.” Jisung, who was slightly overwhelmed with questions, lied to her and told her that he was just texting Woojin. Jiyeon smiled at him, before she started her staring session once again.

Two hours later, the date was finally over. The ending of the date was pretty awkward. Jisung had brought Jiyeon home and he almost called her by the wrong name. “I had a great time Jisung. We should do this again soon.” “Yeah whatever Y/n- Jiyeon! You’re name’s Jiyeon, which I called you.”

Jisung came home to the dorm to be greeted by an familiar face, but he couldn’t make out who he was. “So we meet again Han.” The male in front of Jisung says. “Sorry, do I know you?” Jisung asks confused. The young male chuckles as he leans in closer to Jisung, trying to show his dominance. “Little Hannie doesn’t remember me.” “Jisung remember Ryan?” Chan hisses whilst glaring at the tall male.

Jisung thought back about that specific night. “What are you doing here dick?” Jisung spat. “Pretty sure my name’s Ryan. You’re state is getting worse Hannie boy.” Ryan smirks. “Shut up.” Jisung groans under his breath as he tries to move past him. “Seems like our little Hannie has become tougher. He barks, but he doesn’t bite.” Ryan hisses. “Just tell me what you want Ryan.” “You guys own me something.” “What could we possibly owe you?” “You still owe me money.”

The boys in the room groan at Ryan’s statement as usual. They knew he was kind of right, but he had no right to barge in and demand money from the boys. “We still have five months.” Woojin growled. “But I need it right now pretty boy.” Ryan states as he pinches Woojin’s cheek. “Ryan just leave please, you’ll get your money eventually.” Jisung sighs. “’Please’? Seems like the rumours about our Hannie boy are true.” Ryan laughs, leaving Jisung confused. “What are you on about Ryan?” “I’ve heard from a little bird that some little bitch made you soft. And you just proved the rumours right.”

Jisung’s blood started to boil. How dare he to talk about Y/n like that. “What do you know, Ryan?” Jisung hisses as he this time stepped closer to show his dominance. “I know that some exotic bitch has you soft. Everybody in town has been talking about her. I also heard that she’s been hanging around with you quite a lot. I’d hit that much better than you-“ Jisung couldn’t stand it anymore and started to throw hands at the male. Ryan was taken back by Jisung’s sudden attack, which caused him to fall to the ground rather quickly. The other boys had to separate the two from fighting, before they kicked Ryan out.

Jisung was now laid down on the ground, catching his breath. The boys looked at Jisung in shock. They had seen this side of him before, but they never thought he’d stand up for somebody like that. Woojin dragged his younger friend from the ground to make him sit up straight. Chan had returned with a wet cloth so he could clean Jisung’s wounds that Ryan had left. “You know, I’ve got respect for you. Standing up for your girl like that.” Minho states whilst he cleans up the mess Jisung and Ryan had left behind after their fight. “I’m impressed. That you’d do this for Jiyeon. That’s pretty cool man.” Chan admits.

Jisung frowned at Chan’s words. 

Jiyeon?

Jisung groans internally. They of course thought Ryan was talking about Jiyeon. Jisung rubs the sides of his head in frustration, but quickly whines in pain when he touches an open wound. The other boys had left and Jisung was now alone with Chan.

“You know, I’m really glad to see how protective you are of your woman. It shows how much you’ve grown as a man. But, I have to say that you might need to stop hanging out with Y/n.” Chan muttered. “What do you mean?” Jisung wonders. “Well, I assume that you don’t want to give Jiyeon the wrong signals by talking to somebody else, when you like her?”

‘That’s exactly what I’m trying to do Chan, what do you mean?’

Jisung just hummed in responds, not really feeling like continuing that conversation.

It was now Sunday. And Jisung had plans with Y/n that day. He was beaming when he had gotten up that morning, feeling the complete opposite of how he felt the day before. He had to hold himself back from running to her house, so he wouldn’t overburden his body, since the wounds and bruises were still there and slowly healing.

Jisung stood in front of Y/n’s front door, contemplating if he should climb Y/n balcony or if he’d just knock on her front door like a normal person. He decided to do the second option, because he noticed a car being parked. “Hey Sungie- what happened to you?” Her beaming smile turned within seconds into a worried expression when she was greeted by Jisung and his bruises. “Don’t worry about it Sweet Cheeks, it was for a good cause.” He assured her whilst he walked inside. “Are you sure? Doesn’t it hurt?” Y/n cupped her hands over Jisung’s cheeks to analyse his wounds. Jisung was taken back and a red colour struck onto his face. He couldn’t even look her in the eye as she was so close to him, but he scraped his throat and send her a smirk. “You always hurt me.” Jisung started, receiving a mixed look of worry and confusion from her. “Whenever you walk by, I’ll keep falling for you.” Y/n started laughing before she pushed him into her living room.

Y/n had returned with drinks in her hand as Jisung had been waiting for her on the couch, on his own. Her parents had walked in and he exchanged an awkward greeting with her dad. “Sungie, how did you get those?” Y/n wonders as she points to his wounds and bruises. “I was protecting somebody very special to me.” He admits truthfully. “Who was it? Was it one of the boys? I know you’d throw hands at them for you, you know.” Y/n laughs, making him chuckle. “No, this time it wasn’t for the boys-“ “Wait what, ‘this time’?” “-it was for this girl somebody. This guy started to talk shit about her and he went too far. The bastard deserved it.” Jisung muttered. “Do you love her?” Y/n blurted out. “Who now?” “The girl you protected?” Y/n asks whilst smiling. It hurt her to ask, but she was curious.

Jisung thought deeply. He never really thought about the term love.  

Love wasn’t really a feeling he felt at home. He’d usually feel pressured to be perfect. Pressured to be somebody he doesn’t actually need to be. He looks at Y/n and he feels an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach. He thought about it once more. Yes, he liked her. But did her love her? The more he thought about loving her made the feeling in his stomach stronger. Jisung smiled at her as he leaned back on her couch.

“I think I might be sweet cheeks.” Y/n returns a smile to him. 

Little did she know he was talking about her.

“You’re always calling me sweet cheeks, but I never gave you a nickname.” Y/n states as a fact whilst she stuffed her mouth with popcorn a littler later that day. “I guess you never did.” Jisung replied without looking at her, also too busy with stuffing his mouth with popcorn. Y/n laughed at Jisung. His cheeks were rounded as he filled them with what seemed like the popcorn. “Should I call you squirrel? Because you sure look like one?” Y/n laughs. “The boys also call me that. Do I really look that much like a squirrel?” Jisung whines.

Y/n shoved her phone in his face with her camera app open. He turned it into selfie-mode and started laughing himself. The boys were right. “Alright, what about Chipmunk then? You’re cute and small like one?” Y/n stated in a happy voice.

Jisung only started smiling like an idiot whilst throwing his head back in amusement. He secretly loved it, but he couldn’t get over the fact that you called him small. “I’m not that small.” He pouts. “Keep making that face and I’ll shove my phone back into your face. You look like a baby like that.” Y/n laughs once again. He sticks his tongue out playfully, making her lose it all over again.

Just then, her parents came home. They saw the two on the couch, sharing a blanket together while you ate your second bowl of popcorn. “Hello honey.” Y/n’s mother greeted her daughter, smiling to Jisung as well as she walked in. “Oh, mom, dad. This is Jisung. He’s a good friend of mine.” Y/n said before Jisung jumped up to greet her parents politely. 

‘Ouch, the friendzone?’ He thought to himself before he redeemed himself and introduced himself to her parents.

“Hello, my name is Han Jisung. It’s lovely to meet you.” Jisung says whilst he shook both her parents’ hands. Y/n was shocked for a minute to hear Jisung talk like that. He sounded quite stiff and it made her chuckle. “It’s nice to meet you too kid, Y/n has told great things about you.” Her dad says before he excused himself out. “I hope Y/n has told good things about me?” Jisung laughs nervously for some reason. “Of course she did!” Her mother reassured him. “She told us how close you were! I’m glad to hear that my daughter has found some new friends in this unknown city!”

Jisung was surprised. He analysed their faces and not once did they look at him with judgement. It was unusual for him. He had scars and wounds that covered his face. Yet, it was almost like they didn’t see them. Before he knew it he gave her a hug, but he quickly let go of her when he realised what he was doing.

“Oh! How lovely! If you need my I’ll be on the balcony, working. It might be a little cold, but the view is great at least.” She laughs, before she left. Jisung was back under the blanket across from Y/n and still in a little shock to be honest. 

“What was that?” Y/n laughs. “Why did you hug my mom?” She asks whilst she looked at Jisung’s embarrassed state. “I don’t know, okay? I guess I panicked.” He laughs along.

Ever since he met Y/n’s parent’s, he had become protective of her. She and her parents seemed to be people who got to know people without judging them by their visuals, he knew she was precious. And he wanted to cherish that. So, he became protective of her.

At school he’d always walk with her. He’d carry her books to her class and he’d scare off the boys who were trying to hit on her. He hated that. He really, really hated that. He couldn’t bear to see somebody trying to ‘take you away from him’. He knew it was also a pretty selfish move, but he knew those kids would treat her badly. 

Y/n had started to realise that Y/n was looking after her. And she loved it. She didn’t let him know she knew, but she knew indeed. She even tried talking to other boys when Jisung was gone for a second. And as soon as he returned he had barked to the poor boy away, who was just holding a conversation with you. She felt bad for the poor kid, but she loved getting attention from Jisung.

And not only did Y/n notice Jisung’s change in behaviour. The whole school did. The boys were getting angry at Jisung for ‘hogging’ Y/n. They noticed Jisung was starting to like her. And since he was already close to her, he was seen as a threat to them. That’s also when the threatening started.

“You know Han, you should fuck off and leave Y/n alone. You’re not worth her time. She’s way too good for a lowlife like you.” “If you don’t leave her, we’ll end you.” “She’ll never love you. You’re just a nobody.” “Get lost, you’re just irrelevant to her and the rest of the school.“ They would scream him his face as they had pushed him up against the locker. Jisung kept his mouth shut. He knew they wanted to get to him and if he spat back they’d get what they wanted. Jisung smirked just instead, making them even more irritated. 

“You’re just disgusting. Look at you. I don’t know how Y/n keeps up with you, but she surely deserves something better than this.”

Sadly, not only Jisung was getting harassed. Y/n was too. The girls were seeing green from jealousy. They had Y/n trapped in the corner of the hallways. 

“You’re such a slut. Why would you go after somebody who’s single.” One of the girls spat.

Y/n wasn’t like Jisung, keeping her mouth shut wisely. Oh, no. She barked and bit back.

“Look who’s talking. You’re the one trapping somebody in a corner because you think you have a chance with Jisung.” Y/n barked. The girl was shocked at Y/n’s comment and quickly left, her gap being filled up by another girl within a second.

“Listen up princess. You’re an outsider. You’re nobody. You’re not Jisung’s type and to think that you are is brave.” A girl, who Y/n remembered as Jiyeon’s minion, said.

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I liked you. You’re just another slut.” A random boy yelled as he walked by. 

“Yeah, maybe you should go after somebody like Jeongin. He’s a stuck up nobody just like you.” A different minion of Jiyeon’s smirked as she saw Jeongin walk by randomly.

He had nothing to do with this and was pretty hurt by the comment. It wasn’t strong, but it was hurtful enough to touch a sensitive string in him. “Leave him out of this, he has nothing to do with this. And if there is anybody a lowlife it’s you. I mean look at you.” Y/n smirked laughing. “You’re literally threatening somebody to make yourself feel better. That’s more like a lowlife, isn’t it darling?” Y/n snapped.

The girl scoffed and shoved Y/n against the wall harshly. 

Suddenly she felt something or more like someone being thrown at her. It was Jeongin. “Are you okay?” She whispers. He nodded slightly, not wanting to meet eyes. “See, you two would make a great couple of mistakes. Now, leave Jisung alone or else.” “Or else what? You’re going to hurt me? Oh, I’m so scared.” Y/n pouted before she glared at the minions. “That’s it. I think we should teach her a lesson, don’t we?” The girl smirked whilst she shared a looking the two girls next to her.

Y/n noticed them fixing their sleeves, but before they could hit Y/n she blocked most of the hits and kicked back. The fight was unexpected, nobody thought Y/n could fight. Yet here they were, Y/n standing up with a bleeding lip and the other three girls on the ground groaning. Y/n had threatened to hit them one last time, before she yelled at them to get lost. And when they did, she turned to Jeongin who was in shock.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Y/n asks him as she checked him up, not knowing exactly if he participated in the fight or not. “Yes, I’m okay. Are you? I- We should get you cleaned up, you’ve got some cuts on your face.” Jeongin stutters before he lead Y/n to the nurse’s office.

“I didn’t know you could fight like that.” Jeongin admitted as he dabbed the wet cloth softly on Y/n’s face. “Not a lot of people do, I was taught material arts in Singapore when I used to live there.” “That’s so cool!” Jeongin exclaimed with bright eyes. But he cleared his throat right after and pretended to act cool in embarrassment.

“Thank you, by the way. For standing up for me like that. You didn’t had to do that you know?” Jeongin whispered.

“Of course I had to! You don’t deserve to be disrespected like that!” “Y/n, really we are- I’m used to it.” “You shouldn’t Jeongin. You’re a nice guy. You’re a good kid. I know.” Y/n assured him.

“How do you know? You don’t know me.” He whispered sadly.

“You’re right I don’t know you, but that doesn’t give me any right to judge or disrespect you, right? And besides, from the way you’re usually acting. I’m glad and confident to believe you’re a good kid. I’ll believe in you.” Y/n says smiling, making Jeongin feel happy.

“Thank you Y/n. Again.”

The next day at school, wasn’t a lucky one for Y/n. The same three girls came up to her to pick up a fight. They had dragged Y/n into the toilets and were pulling her hair, kicking her. Even some random guys who the ‘minions’ had managed to convince were participating into the fight as well. 

Jeongin had heard of the fight, which was news that spread faster than fire itself could. He ran around the school to find the boys, who were just casually chilling outside. 

“Guys! Guys! Guys! You- You’ve got to help her!” Jeongin panted in a panicked voice. Jeongin had caught Jisung’s attention immediately and he asked the younger what was going on. “It’s Y/n! They are beating her up in the toilets-“ Jeongin couldn’t even finish his sentence and Jisung had already ran off.

“What are you waiting for? We have to help her Felix!” “Nah, man. I don’t have anything with that girl-“ “I know, but listen. Yesterday, she stood up for me. The others kept telling me I was a nobody and Y/n fought them for me. She fought for me! She doesn’t even know me. She’s different Lix.” Jeongin said in a desperate voice. Felix groans, but he jumped up and ran along with Jeongin to the bathroom where Y/n was. 

But when they arrived they saw two guys on the floor, almost passed out and Jisung who was yelling at the three girls who they both recognised. 

“Who do you think you are! Beating up somebody! I can’t believe you three! Get out my fucking eyes, you’re hurting my eyesight.” Jisung screamed at the girls who hurried out of the bathroom in fear and humiliation. Jisung was still panting from fight, but he needed to check up on Y/n. 

She was all beat up. 

The cuts that the girls made the day before were reopened and they might even be slightly bigger.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He whispered to her as he held her. At that moment, Felix and Jeongin saw what the other boys in the school were seeing. Jisung was developing feelings for Y/n. The way he touched her skin was carefully. 

He carried her to the nurse’s office, even though he was tired as hell. 

They were sure that he had some type of feeling for her that were more than just friendly wise.

After school, when the three boys were back at the dorm. Felix and Jeongin tried to get Jisung to confess his feelings. But they sucked at giving hints. “So, are you like having feelings?” “What the hell are you talking about? Everybody has feelings Felix?” Jisung states confused. “Yeah, I know, but I mean like those special ones?” Felix tried once again. “Did you had a morning wood?” “Wow! No- I-“ “Oh my God! Just ask him about Y/n! Is it really that difficult?” Jeongin yells eventually, not wanting to suffer from cringes any longer.

Jisung stopped his actions, which made him lose the game he was playing against Felix. “What about Y/n?” Jisung asked coolly. “Oh, please. Don’t pretend now. We know you have feelings for her Ji’.” Felix said whilst pausing the game.

Jisung sighs and puts the controller away. He was bummed out that he was apparently too obvious about his feelings. There was no way he could date Y/n. He had this whole other situation going on with Jiyeon. “It’s nothing okay?” Jisung tried again. “C’mon dude. You literally got into a fight for he again.” Felix states. “Again? What do you mean again?” Jeongin asks confused. “Remember the other day, when Jisung beat up Ryan. That wasn’t for Jiyeon.” Felix states. “It was for Y/n?” Jeongin gasped, figuring it out after a couple minutes of silence.

Jisung brushes his hand through his hair, stressing about the whole situation.

“Promise you won’t tell her anything-“ “So, it’s true?” Jeongin gasps once again. “It is, but promise me, you won’t tell her anything.” “We promise.” They replied in unison. “Thank you.”

Jeongin walked out of the room to Chan’s room to steal one of his games, where Chan apparently was. “H-Hey Chan, I didn’t know you were home.” Jeongin stutters. “Yeah, I’ve been home all day. How was school-“ Chan starts before he had turned around to face the younger boy. Chan had noticed the little bit of blood that was on Jeongin’s hoodie. “Whose blood is that? It’s not yours right? You’re okay-“ Chan rambled on. “Yes, I’m okay. It’s not my blood.” Jeongin assured his older friend.

“Then whose is it then?” Chan asks still quite shocked.

“It’s Y/n’s. Or Jisung’s- I think Y/n’s she was beat up pretty bad-“ “Y/n got beaten up? Why? How? When? By who?” “Chan too many questions at once.” Jeongin groans. “Start talking then.”

Jeongin told Chan how Y/n had helped him the other by standing up for him, fighting the stupid girls for him and telling him how she believed in him. Jeongin told Chan he couldn’t help, but help her. She fought for him the other day, he wanted to return the favour. But he told Chan that when he arrived at the fight, Jisung had already beaten them up and was already nurturing Y/n. 

Chan was truly confused by the situation, but when he realised his friend was hurt. He jumped up from his seat and almost ran to the living room, walking into a door in process. But before he could even say anything he heard two voices yelling at each other. 

“Shut up Lix! You know nothing! You’re really getting on my nerves!” Jisung yelled.

“Just admit it then!”

“Can we just drop it-“ Jisung tried once again whilst groaning.

“Fucking admit it Jisung-“

“Alright! I love her okay? I love her! Happy?”

‘He loves her.’

[neoivy1]

Hi the next update will be put soon

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[sunnybanghan]

badboy! and boyfriend! changbin for @aestaetickook (: hope you enjoy x -admin risu🐿

[ 3:00 am ]

you were sitting on your couch, scared to death since your boyfriend changbin wasn't home yet. changbin promised you he wouldn't get into any more fights, but knowing he's short tempered and very protective of his friends and family, he probably did. after 7 calls and 4 hours of waiting, you gave up and got up to go to bed. as you stood up, you heard a knock on your front door. with a sigh, you opened the door, the cold hitting your face. you stood face to face with changbin, blood running down his right cheek and his lips lightly swollen. you looked him in the eyes. "hi.." he said. "changbin! I've waited 4 hours for you to come home, your face is covered in blood, and all you say is hi?!" you yelled. "for all i know you could've died or something!" he knew you weren't mad, just worried and disappointed. he pulled you in a hug and stroke your hair. "baby, i'm so sorry i worried you. it's just... we were out with the boys, and some dude started messing with felix, and i-" "but you promised, bin.." he pulled away and took your hands into his. "i know baby, and I'm really sorry. but I'm trying, really! I'll do my best from now on. please dont be mad at me." he said. you took his face in your hands, the smell of alcohol and smoke still lingering his breath. "it's okay bin, i love you. i'm just a bit disappointed. but let's go clean your face up and we'll talk about it later." you said. "thanks baby, i love you too"

[hwangzi]

Unexpected: Prologue

Read previous part here Warnings: more swearing lol

The first time he met you was on the rooftop of your school. 

  "Emotionless b*tch."

He woke up from his nap in his favourite spot behind the wall and thought he had heard wrong. Is someone else here? Which little fucker intruded his sacred spot for napping and skipping classes?

The voice from before hissed again and someone laughed,

"Does she even know what an honour it is to receive a confession by the Lee Minho? And she just rejected him? What a pretentious little-"

He rolled his eyes, another one of those fake *ssholes, he thought. All he wanted was his peace and quiet and now he got disrupted by some snakes spewing gossip. Time to get outta here...

He got up, pulled the hood of his sweater over his head and made his way around the cubicle, attempting to discreetly slip out from the door behind them - when he spotted a girl blocking the doorframe, her head hanging low.

Great.

Not knowing what to do or where to go, he decided to hide around the corner and wait.

"I know right? She thinks she's so high and mighty, when all she is is just an antisocial ice princess. She’s pretty, but soo boring."

The girl in the doorframe flinched, as if someone slapped her. Anybody could put one and one together - the person those girls were talking about was her.

"Yea", the other agreed, "Never hung out with us after school. Doesn't even drink or party... what’s wrong with her?"

"I know... hey, are we allowed to be up here?"

"Nah, but I needed a place for a smoke away from those nosy-*ss teachers."

"Okay. Now let's go." The girl behind them perked up, he could see the panic in her eyes, like a deer in the headlights.

He didn't know what came over him - the next thing he knew was that he stood right in front of the two girls, leaning onto the railing.

"Hey there."

The two of them jumped in surprise, then frowned in annoyance.

"What the f-”

“Sorry to break it to you, but you’re kinda invading my personal territory here so could you please get lost.”

"Why should I care?", the other girl scoffed and threw her cigarette butt right in front of his shoes.

"Because" he chuckled and took off the hood of his sweater slowly, both of them gasped in surprise upon recognising him,

“You-!”

He chuckled and approached them, demonstratively stepping onto the cigarette end,

"Thanks to you guys' lively dialogue I've heard some very interesting information. And also," he leaned in, noticing the girls' eyes widen, "if your parents knew you smoked regularly, how delighted would they be?"

"I..I- shit-" the one who smoked cursed under her breath, her friend was already pulling her away,

"Living up to your title as the school's biggest asshole, I see? C'mon, let's go."

And with that they vanished inside the building. That’s right, run from the big bad wolf. Content, he smiled to himself and put his hood back on as it got kinda windy on the rooftop. That’s when identified a small figure peeking out from around the corner. He sighed in relief.

"Thank you... You really saved me there", she approached him, her voice was weak and quiet when she spoke. The red rims around her eyes didn’t remain unnoticed when he looked at her. How could anyone so look so... vulnerable and small?

"It's nothing. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I- I could ask you the same thing." She replied, scanning the empty place.

"Oh I'm here often, I'm not really into this whole... school thing." He frowned and she giggled - which was almost contagious to the point he had to suppress a smile.

“So.. what brought you here?”

“I followed them because I thought we could eat lunch together-”

“Them? Those gossiping bitches?” 

“They are-” she paused for a second to correct herself “...were my friends.”

Something about the way her voice cracked towards the end almost made him feel sorry for her. But why on earth should he be? She was just another one of those 376 students at this school that he barely knew.

Scrap that, all he wanted was to give her a hug right now.

“Look, uh...” he paused awkwardly, realising he didn't even know her name,

“Y/N. I’m y/n.” she chuckled and he continued,

“Look, y/n - I don’t know what went down between you, but no one deserves to be trash-talked like this. Maybe it’s better to avoid these types from now on.”

“I guess I've learned my lesson this time...” she wiped her face as she spoke, removing a tear that had previously rolled down her cheek.

“Also, you're better off without them anyway. I mean who cares about your private life, right? People post all kinds of shit on socials all the time so their gossip is kinda redundant."

A genuine laughter erupted in her chest and it struck him that this was the most pleasant sound he’s ever heard. Damn, she looks good when she smiles...

In the very second that thought crossed his mind, he knew something was different - that unfamiliar emotion caused him to suddenly turn around on his heels and mutter a quick "S-see ya" before taking rushed steps towards the exit.

"Wait! I don't even know your name yet! And I couldn't see your face properly because of your hoodie...”, he heard her call after him.

Yea, let's keep it that way, he thought, suddenly uncomfortable about being recognised by her. He didn't give a shit about his image, so why does he now? What makes her so different and why does she affect him like this?

Confused by his own reactions, he decided to act like he hasn't heard her and walked straight out of the door without another word.

---

After that incident, he kept seeing you everywhere.

In the halls, although now you were mostly on your own or with that best friend of yours. In history class, where you sat all the way up front so he could stare holes into your back until the lesson ended. During lunchtime, waiting in line to get food. In the school’s library, studying until past midnight every evening, all by yourself.

It was the latter where he met you most frequently, especially since the teachers got fed up with assigning extra homework for his misbehaviour and just sent him to the janitor to do his work instead.

If he was being honest, he started looking forward to this part of the day, only to see you in your half-asleep state, with your hair up in a messy bun, sitting on the very table he just wiped a few moments ago.

He wasn't the type to secretly trail behind a girl - he had dated before, but he's always been the straightforward kind - and he couldn't recognise himself whenever he lingered in your perimeter. Something inside him hesitated to confront you, much unlike his usual self, he felt strangely nervous, almost embarrassed to talk to you. Taking a liking to a stranger in the library wasn’t something he’d planned on in his high school years - it was unexpected, to say the least.

It took him another month or so to finally make up his mind to talk to you, in person this time.

It was also during that period when some nasty rumours began to spread about you - how you're nothing but a pretty face, how you despised socialising and practiced celibacy. The nickname ice princess also became an established term mentioned contextually with your name.

Despite all that, he still found you studying in the middle of the night, looking just as tired but no less fabulous as you did before (in his opinion, at least).

It struck him right then that he was in love with you.

So on one night, when he found you at your usual spot at the table, he decided that this is an all or nothing case.

Your hair, cascading down your back, not being tied up as it normally was, reflected the dim light of the desk lamp. He slowly approached your concentrated form - you didn't seem to notice him, your brows were furrowed as you kept focusing on your book.

He'll never get tired of how beautiful you are.

Unsure on how to start the conversation, he snaps out of his daze when one glance over your shoulder revealed the title of the novel you were reading. He smiled to himself.

 Here we go.

 Unexpected pt. 1