#writing: seojun

[worstevils]

‘You are a fucking maniac.’

from "The Menu (2022) Sentence Starters!" to @mocnflower

It feels like a long time already but it has only been six months since they have met, something around that actually. It was so easy to lose the notion of time while he’s sleepwalking through life and it was rather annoying for him to feel this way but it’s not something he would talk about openly about. Rather than overthinking it, he just lived as it was. Hanging out with Yejin most of the time meant staying home or going out for a drink like the self proclaimed alcoholics they are — other times it was about going out on dates to places that Seojun never went to or had the opportunity to go before which was adding more to his “normal” life experience more value. Tonight wasn’t any different.

"You are a fucking maniac."

“Yeah and? I swiped all of them right so you will get a chance out of hundreds of matches. I am sure it’s easier to be a hot girl”

He continued the conversation they were having as he took her phone earlier to experiment on a dating app and test the odds, he explained it as if it was a social experiment when in reality he was just his drunk madness speaking to him while letting all his intrusive thoughts win. It was fun seeing how many requests she got back while on his app took longer for him to get a match— it could only mean that women are more picky these days, as they should, he thought.

However! He's sure she’s not calling him a maniac because of that but more about the guy he just punched across his face and was still holding by the collar of their shirt. He probably shouldn’t have done that with so many people around, but if only men behave around women he wouldn’t have the need to take action.  “Maybe if you weren’t laughing I would have taken that more seriously." But he did. "What should I do, leave him here?” He says while losing his grip and letting the other lay on the floor passed out while their friends came over to take care of him. Even so, he apologizes before he walks away back to Yejin, on of his arm around her shoulder as the other is on the back of his head as he rubs it with his palm. “Ah, but did they touch you at all? Or were you tricking me? Stop laughing!"

[silly4seojun]

seo-jun as your boyfriend

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, established relationship, pure fluff, all lowercase intended

author’s note: had this in my drafts and decided to fix it up a little and post it

———

seo-jun is so unbelievably head over heels for you. it's difficult not to notice how his bad boy facade faulters in your presence.

because of that, he gets extremely jealous. he doesn’t care if you have friends that are boys but if they show any interest or attraction towards you then that’s when he gets annoyed. seo-jun would straight up corner them and question them about their motives and warn them to stay away from you.

you're the only girl he has eyes for. he essentially has hearts for eyes around you. his friends tease him mercilessly, only stopping whenever seo-jun threatens them. although, they can’t help but enjoy the sight of bad boy seo-jun folding whenever you even look in his direction.

despite their teasing, seo-jun’s friends always look out for you (even when seo-jun isn’t around to do it himself).

seo-jun is a fan of pda. he’s not ashamed to wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders, demand kisses (especially when no one’s looking), or holding your hand in his bigger one as you’re walking.

seeing you in his clothes makes him almost short circuit. he’ll pretend seeing you like that doesn’t make him nervous, when in fact it does and his pink cheeks give him away.

he's incredibly observant, so much so he can practically read your mind. it always surprises you when he easily figures out what you want to eat for lunch or how he manages to finishes your thought.

seo-jun loves spoiling you but gets insecure that he can’t buy you expensive things. he always tries to hide his shame when he hands you a little trinket as a gift but your lips stretch into a wide grin and smother him with kisses and numerous ‘thank you’s’ and ‘i love it’.

seo-jun will call you pretty, princess, baby, and even sweetheart in some instances. it always makes your cheeks flush and your heart thump against your ribcage.

he adores your smile. he'll try to playfully joke around with you just to hear your melodic laughter at his antics (which usually consists of him attempting to flirt while reciting horrible pick up lines). he'll do anything to see your pretty lips curl into a cute grin.

seo-jun would be very secretive about your relationship, not wanting to freak you out with how seriously he values you. little do you know he tells his mum (and gowoon) all about you since he knows you're the one for him. they ask him a million and one questions when he confesses, the conversation ending with him promising to bring you over to meet them. when the day finally arrives, his mum and gowoon absolutely adore you and tells you everything sappy seo-jun has told them about you.

if you tease him, he’ll blush and try to deny the accusations but in the end he’ll confess it’s all true.

[fadinglights]

panic  rises  in  joonwoo  when  he  hears  the  door  unlocking,  alarms  blaring  in  his  head,  even  though  he  was  previously  lost  in  his  boyfriend’s  doting  kisses.  the  panic  dissipates  as  soon  as  he  realises  it’s  not  a  stalker  but  his  brother,  interrupting  him  at  the  worst  possible  moment.  “hey  —  how  many  times  have  i  told  you  that  you  can’t  just  barge  in  like  that?  this  isn’t  your  apartment.”  he  complains  with  crossed  arms,  after  untangling  himself  from  the  embrace  and  shooting  seojun  an  apologetic  look.

squinting  to  shield  himself  from  the  sight,  jongin  takes  a  moment  to  gather  his  thoughts.  “i  wouldn’t  have  to  come  if  you  hadn’t  stolen  my  hiking  gear.  plus,  i  texted  you  that  i  was  coming  to  get  it  —  it’s  not  my  fault  you  never  check  your  messages.”  he  reiterates  quickly  before  finally  addressing  his  brother’s  flustered  boyfriend  with  an  awkward  wave.  “seojun,  right?  nice  to  meet  you…  all  things  considered.”  if  only  he  could  go  back  in  time  and  talk  himself  out  of  driving  here  impulsively  twenty  minutes  ago.  “i  hope  you  know  you’re  dating  a  shameless  thief.”

@gcholdtrops

[littlemessyjessi]

Hobi's birthday!!! 🎂❤ since you're taking requests for kpop again, how about caregiver reader preparing a nice day to celebrate with little hobi? Also, since I'm sending you this idea, let me take the opportunity to ask if you're taking requests for all of the kpop groups in your list or just bts

Hello dearie!

Tumblr must've eaten this asks and gobbled it right up because I just now got my grubby little hands on it!

And I know it's August but shit, let's sing Happy Birthday, Hobi! Again!

Now then, I've got a couple of little Hobi things on my kpop masterlist (found in the Navi link in my bio) but I will do some thinking on more little content!

At this time, I am accepting requests for plus size reader (or the OC Jessi who is the namesake of this tumblr.) [That was the name of the first superhero fanfic character that I created when I was like 9 and started writing for the avengers, lol.]

Anyway, I am currently accepting those pairings with BTS, Stray Kids, GOT7 and Black On.

I am working on figuring out my style for writing stuff for Ateez and other artists. I just haven't found my flow yet.

Thank you so much for writing in and I hope you have the best day ever!

Please remember to drink water.

Or else I'll send Minho to kick your ass.

And then Tae to force feed you the water.

And Yeontan will stand guard.

Your choice.

But if I were you, I'd just drink the water.

But then again. I ain't trying to get in trouble like some people...

Ok, love you, byyyyyyyyeeee!

[cyberfunsupporter]

what in the butchfemme

[lovedsick]

*      ₒ       𝙾  𝙿  𝙴  𝙽       ʿ  ³³³  ʾ            ⤷    f  /  nb​​   ₓ

                                         “   at   this   point   ,   it’s   obvious   you’re   trying   to   get   me   in   trouble   here   .   .   .   ”

[beseojun]

when you enter the lime entertainment building that morning, a staff member directs you immediately to a small office. you know what day it is; the last day of your one-year contract. the company has been very tight-lipped so far about their plans for you, but now it seems that they’re ready to determine your future, and they have wasted no time in informing you about their decision.

unlike a year before, no coach enters the room. instead, it is simply you, a lawyer and kwon jaehyun himself. “i’ll keep this brief,” jaehyun says, familiar words that he’d said to you the last time you both met in this very same office. “the coaches have told me that you’ve shown significant progress throughout your training period here, and i’m more than happy to hear that.”

he gives you a moment to absorb the news. “when we invest in our trainees, we don’t take it lightly, and you’ve done a good job so far,” a smile crosses his face, “we’d like to extend your contract for another year. and just like i’ve said to you before, this isn’t a decision that we take lightly. lime entertainment’s training program is undoubtedly the best in the industry, and the fact that you’ve been able to endure it for the last year while showing such progress, gives me hope that you have the determination to continue to grow.”

the lawyer places the contract on the table and slides it over to you. “if you have any questions regarding the contract, mr kim would be more than happy to advise you. take your time, though i’m sure you’ve already thought this decision through.” jaehyun rises from his seat and takes his leave. “join us for practice when you’re ready.”

OOC:

congratulations on being offered to extend your trainee contract with lime entertainment!

you may want to refresh yourself on the lime entertainment full trainee contract. this is again a 1-year contract to grow your muse’s talents further. if they continue to show dedication and improvement, this may lead to debut.

should your muse decide to accept the contract, please send the following to the lime entertainment blog no later than 11:59pm on wednesday, june 5th:

I, TRAINEE NAME HERE, HAVE READ AND AGREE TO ABIDE BY ALL TERMS OF THIS CONTRACT.

if you plan to reject the contract, please submit your decision to the lime entertainment blog by the same time.

[syoul]

　 ⟢ 　 clipped wings, brittle feathers; take me and your broken body somewhere only we know.

[thegiftcalledtoday-bittersqxtch]

[worstevils]

reply from here with @wellfell

It’s been almost nine months since Seojun has started working undercover in the underworld. His mother and sister are the only ones that knows him as an honored policeman, working his way up to the ranks, living a rightful life. When in fact, he lives a more dangerous life. Like today, he believes this was probably god’s way to put his judgment to test, not that he believed in any of that —- god has been punishing him as far as he knows, and all he had to do was to make it right. He couldn’t stand what he was seeing. In fact, every part of him was asking him to interrupt but that would evolve into more trouble that he wanted for himself —- although this would only add one more to his long list of people that has some sort of deal to settle with him, funny enough, it’s a three–people long list. 

Too sober for this. Too. Sober. If he were to get in between what was happening a string of trouble would come along and he had no time for all that sort of matters but. The urge is strong. And ever since he accepted his mission, it did give him a certain form of freedom he couldn’t quite admit to himself at all. His fingers grasp around the cold glass of whiskey and chugs all down at once asking for yet another refill – not water like she was suggesting, actually frowning showing a bit more annoyed than before. “Ah—” he lets a sigh roll off his lips. “And when I say the girls are crazy, they don’t believe me” he murmurs to himself, the annoyance increasing as the others scream— on the spur of the moment he lets his glass slip off the counter and purposely drops it on the floor. The attention was back to him but at least the scream had stopped. “My bad—” he says while feigning a smile, one of his hands on the back of the nape of his neck, while also turning back while speaking back to where the scene of murder has happened. “Can you guys be quiet? I’m trying to enjoy my drink and–” points back to the black haired girl. “You guys are distracting her and I do want another drink, isn’t that right Miss?” He is again smiling, adopting a more relaxed posture once he was able to intervene and provoke– hopefully – the group of people that was around him. 

“Just so you guys know, I’m already giving a bad review, this was not included in the description so perhaps you could add that there’s a high chance of being murdered, the new clientele sure would enjoy that” he says almost making up everything he was saying, nonchalantly , arm resting on the counter, eyes looking up at the girl on service. “Do you come here often?”

[misotsukiiyeooo]

You could write a Seungcheol where he's worried because you've been sad for days, and when he asks why, he's surprised when you say it's because your kids are growing up and you miss having a baby at home.

Tks (:

"Just one more?" Part 1

Pairing:Husband!Father CSC x F! Mother!Reader

A/N: This is such a cute req!! (I didn't know if you wanted a fluff or not so this one's a fluff, but I could possibly make a pt 2 smut if you want! hope you enjoy!(PART 2 IS UP!)

Genre: Fluff + Angst

Word count: 3.3k (not proofread)

Synopsis: You've been pretty sad for a while now and Seungcheol wants to know why.

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Seungcheol has been watching you, and he knows something's off.

Down to you pouting every time you look at the kids to you frowning all the time you guys talk.

You're all at the mall right now shopping for clothes and he's pushing the cart with your youngest son and daughter sitting in as he holds the oldest son's hand.

He notices you stop at the baby section picking up some little girl shoes. "Mommy, those won't fit me anymore!" Your daughter, Jieun giggles at her Mother.

Y/N seems unfocused somehow. "Oh..you're right. Anyways let's get going yea?" She looks at me "Yeah, I think we got everything we needed."

He brushes off whatever happened not putting too much thought into it.

It's the next day, Monday, meaning the kids go to school Seojun, the oldest goes to 4th grade while Jieun goes to 2nd leaving Dohyun in daycare.

I make their breakfast and pack their lunchboxes while Y/N gets them dressed.

They come out of the room one by one to eat and Y/N comes out holding Dohyun and putting him in the high chair getting ready to feed him until he decides to grab the spoon, attempting to feed himself. Y/N pouts at the sight of this.

We get into the car and you can't stop thinking about your grown babies.

Dropping them off is never easy, Seeing Seojun wave goodbye and walk into the school himself then Jieun who looks back and smiles before leaving.

The only person you actually walk to their class is Dohyun, but at his age, he doesn't even wave bye, too invested in a shiny toy he spotted. Entering the car Seungcheol looks at you. "Is everything alright Babe?" He caresses your hand. "Yeah, why?"

"I don't know...you seemed a little out of it for the past week." He focuses back on driving as the light turns green. "Really? I'm fine really." Trying your best to reassure him earning a nod.

Arriving home you sit on the couch and turn on the TV.

A Pampers commercial pops up and you can't help but frown. Seungcheol sits beside you and turns off the TV, "Y/N look at me, you can't fool me I know something's wrong, and I hope you know I'm here for you."

He looks into your eyes fondly. "It's nothing really, just some thoughts..this is stupid."

Fidgeting with your fingers, he holds them. "It can't be stupid if you've been thinking about it for a week." He waits quietly for you to talk. "Well, the kids, our kids are growing up so fast...and I kind of miss that feeling of having a newborn baby.."

Seungcheols eyes widen, completely surprised. "That's what's been making you sad? So what you're saying is you want another kid?" You nod looking away.

"Baby, our oldest is only in 4th grade, let alone Dohyun's in daycare."

"I know but you've seen what happened earlier when I went to feed him? he took the spoon himself.."

He chuckles leaving you confused. " I see, so that's why you were looking at little girl shoes and pouting whenever you see the kids playing."

"That's not funny" You look at him trying to hold back his laughter. "It's not funny you're right, it's silly how you held that in for so long.

"You know if you wanted another baby that bad you could've just asked me. I'm always open to seeing another little you walk around the house."

Smiling at the thought, you blush, hitting him lightly, "Don't just say things like that!" Seungcheol giggles, "What? I can't say how I'm willing to give my beautiful wife whatever she wants? Even if it's a fourth child?" He looks at you, eyes big.

"Really? just one more?" You put your pointer finger up. "Yes, just one more, if that's what you want, that is."

Reqs are open!

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[silly4seojun]

one kiss is all it takes

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, characters are aged up to mid 20s, drinking, lightweight best friend that plays matchmaker, tipsy reader, flirting, kissing at midnight, all lowercase intended

author’s note: sorry it’s very late & all over the place heh btw f/n = friend name

———

the new year’s eve party was in full swing by the time you’re ushered past the threshold and into the overcrowded venue; you note how everyone was dressed up to the nines for the occasion, with the men in tuxedos and the women in a variety of gowns and cocktail dresses.

in a bout of anxiousness, you adjust the material of your plunging neckline in an effort to cover your dignity— i should’ve gone with the safe option— but f/n turns to you with a knowing look etched on her face, “relax, tonight’s all about having fun.”

the expression that forms on your face is enough to make her bark out a laugh, “you need a drink.” she didn’t even need to attempt a trip to the booming bar with a waiter walking past with a tray full of flutes of, what you figured to be, champagne— your favourite.

f/n takes two easily, smiling a sweet smile at the not-so-bad-looking waiter before turning back to you, handing you a flute.

“to a good night and an even better 2024!” you toast, clinking glasses and then swallowing back a significant amount of the bubbly alcohol before giving a sound of pleasant surprise and bringing the glass down from your lips.

“remind me again, how did you get us on the guest list?” you couldn’t help feeling like you were out of place, but the sweet taste of alcohol on your tongue soothes your discomfort.

f/n shrugs halfheartedly, “oh y’know, a favor from a friend that owes me.”

you hum in acknowledgment as you scan the sea of people only for your gaze to settle on a man that steals the attention of the room. your eyes couldn’t help the way they followed the man in complete awe as he moved around the room. the low lighting catches the pretty glittering of the embellished pinstripes that ran down the length of his black tuxedo, it makes you think— how can someone be so good looking?

your attention is pulled away from the alluring man to find f/n grinning, in the i know exactly what you were just doing kind of way. “i did say tonight’s all about having fun,” she laughs loudly when you smack her arm, “shut up!” although that doesn’t seem to stop her teasing.

“maybe he can be your new year’s kiss?” she wiggles her eyebrows, swiftly evading your expected smack and swapping your two empty glasses for two full flutes of champagne.

at the mention of the impeding new year, you check the time on the live countdown broadcast situated on the wall beside the bar— 11:13 p.m., forty seven minutes and twelve seconds remaining of 2023. playfully rolling your eyes, you turn away from the man in question, dismissing her taunts with a simple, “as if.”

the dance music gets louder the further you move into the venue, you sip on your new flute of bubbly as you eye the decor that littered the room. the decorations were in traditional nye colours, black and gold; matching the over-the-top dress code.

you’re interrupted by a loud, “i love this song! let’s dance.” f/n skulls the rest of her champagne before you get the chance to remind her she’s a lightweight, “please, y/n!” she adopts her adaptation of puppy dog eyes, pouting when you respond with a quick, and embarrassed, “no way!”

“come on, get in the spirit! dance with me.” f/n doesn’t wait for your answer this time, clumsily grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you in the direction of the dance floor. you easily down the remaining alcohol and send an apologetic smile to the waiter who you hand the empty glass to.

“i’m definitely not drunk enough for this.” you cringe when you’re finally in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other, drunk, party goers. although, that doesn’t seem to prevent f/n from dancing to a familiar beat.

you start to dance along with the song, deciding to let loose a little, it’s new year’s eve! somehow in the midst of the chaos, you find yourself enjoying the moment. f/n has a wild grin on her face— one that you can credit the alcohol for— as she dances in a way you can only laugh at, it’s how she normally dances and it’s silly, but you love it.

after a dance battle and encore, you’re short of breath and in need of a drink. in her warped vision, f/n looks back to find you gladly grabbing your third glass of bubbly from another passing waitress, settling at one of the nearby cocktail bar tables. the air was full of the stench of alcohol and hum of 2023’s greatest hit songs, it was practically impossible to ignore, though the sweetness of champagne allows you a moment of bliss as it coats your throat.

you struggle to restrain the corner of your lips from quirking up when f/n staggers over to the table, she clutches the edge to keep her balance.

“oh, look!” a hiccup interrupts her, but she shamelessly points to something behind you. “it’s that guy you were totally checking out earlier.” as if on cue, the champagne you were just sipping on suddenly goes down the wrong pipe, causing you to sputter into a napkin.

you look at her incredulously but she seems to ignore the expression. “why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself?” it doesn’t sound too bad, in theory, until she adds, “it’s almost midnight and you need a new year’s kiss, stat!”

f/n ungracefully stumbles into your side, clutching onto your arm, “i don’t think so.” you attempt to pry your arm out of her grasp but she only clings onto you tighter as she moves towards the stranger.

nerves start to bubble in your chest as you get closer and closer and closer. “oh! i need to go to the bathroo—,” you try your luck with a lame excuse, and for a split second relief floods your system as f/n comes to a stop in her pursuit, but it just as quickly disappears as she shoves you forward, “go get ‘em, tiger!”

“shit, i’m so sorry!” your apology rolls of your tongue— this can’t be happening— when you’re knocked right into him, spilling his drink all over his hand. “my friend is annoyingly… enthusiastic.”

“thank her for me.” his lips stretch into a boyish smile, a tinge of amusement playing on his features as he takes in your frazzled state.

“let me help you clean this up,” you go to find a nearby waiter when he reassures you he can do it himself, setting down the now empty glass and taking out a napkin with one hand and wiping away the stray liquid from the other.

“there. now, as i was sayin’…” he grins a cute smile, you could almost mistake it as being… flirty. “i’ve been wantin’ to talk to you all night.”

you flush at his frankness, “is that so?” you feel hot under his gaze, concluding the champagne that you had been drinking all evening had finally hit you. you giggle to yourself, “well, lucky me then.”

“can i get your name, pretty?” his cheeks seem to mirror yours— pink and warm.

the buzz makes you bolder than usual, allowing you to bite your lip when you smoothly respond with, “only if i get yours, handsome.”

at that, he laughs and it makes your heart jump in your chest. there’s a little smile playing at your lips, when he finally folds, impressed with your flirting.

“seo-jun.” he extends a hand, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“well, hi seo-jun,” you test his name on your tongue, “i’m y/n.” you take his much larger hand in, what you thought was a handshake, but he surprises you with a quick kiss to the top of your knuckles.

the action pulls a shy laugh from you, “that was pretty smooth.”

seo-jun is just as sheepish when he pulls away, “well, y/n, i’ve got a lot more from where that came from.” despite his bashfulness, that doesn’t stop him from closing his left eye to form a wink.

he’s closer now, so close you can smell his cologne and notice the pretty way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and your heart thumps against your rib cage because of it.

f/n and what she said earlier comes to the forefront of your mind, and it seems more like a possibility now but it doesn’t stop the flush from spreading across your cheeks; she was right. ignoring the way your breath catches in your throat when seo-jun watches you, you force the words out of you before you can chicken out. “i don’t normally do this but, uh, did you wanna be my new year’s kiss?”

it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel the bud of hope in your chest blooming, and seo-jun doesn’t let you down. “i can’t think of a better way to start the new year off.”

the chanting of the guests is what pulls you back to reality and you don’t believe what’s in motion, it’s too good to be true. you try to look to the crowd to confirm for yourself what’s really happening but seo-jun catches you, his hand cupping your jaw as he guides your gaze back to him. “focus on me, pretty.”

he makes the way he draws you closer to his chest seem so natural and it’s dizzying how handsome he is upon closer inspection. all you can do is dumbly nod as your eyes look up into his, drinking in his appearance. the curves of his lips look so soft and supple at this angle, too tempting not to want to kiss.

four! three!

he bends his neck to minimise the distance between you, now millimetres only separating you. at this reach your lips brush against his a few times, his breath fanning across your face as you patiently wait; waiting for the countdown to, at long last, reach its completion.

two!

you don't take notice of the final cheer as seo-jun finally slots his lips against yours. your hands instinctively move to hold the nape of his neck as your lips become familiar with his. you melt into his warmth, his lips buttery soft and sweet. the way he presses himself further into you, it’s sweet and gentle, it makes your stomach twist into a knot.

when you pull away, starstruck and breathless, seo-jun cheekily grins. “we should definitely do this again.” you can’t help but agree with him; the suggestion doesn’t sound so bad after all.

[gcholdtrops]

       "  i  think  that'd  be  a  forever  argument  that  will  never  be  settled,  joonwoo-ah  ~  "   the  amount  of  times  the  two  had  almost  argued  over  who  missed  the  other  most,  was  endless  and  nobody  would  ever  be  able  to  keep  track  of  it.   "  hmm,  i  guess  we'll  see  if  you  earned  it  after  this  time,  hm  ?  "   there's  a  glint  of  mischief  hidden  in  both  his  eyes,  knowing  already  that  homme  would  never  deny  joonwoo,  if  he  came  to  him  with  a  desire  for  the  two  of  them  to  share;  he  simply  couldn't.  after  all,  joonwoo  had  become  the  only  person  to  ever  drive  him  mad,  in  the  ways  that  he  was  currently  occupied  doing.  it  always  sent  chills  down  his  spine,  over  just  how  much  power  the  male  held  over  him  and  his  body.

       as  eyes  observe  the  homme  lowers,  very  attentively  to  his  every  move  and  breath  hitches  in  the  air,  as  it's  cooling  meets  with  erection.  slender  digits  find  their  regular  spot,  gliding  through  the  dark  strands  of  joonwoo's  soft  locks,  curling  around  and  gaining  a  grip  of  hair.   "  mmh,  one  day  ...  i  s-should  film  you.  "   stutters  as  a  sigh  pushes  to  emit  from  his  lips  instead,  wanting  to  have  joonwoo  see  just  how  pretty  he  looked,  to  show  him  one  of  many  reason  as  to  why  seojun's  heart  were  locked  down  so  hard  as  it  was.  however,  it  was  almost  torturing  him  with  how  slow  joonwoo  was  moving,  knowing  that  he  was  doing  it  on  purpose,  only  to  drive  seojun's  further  needy  and  almost  beg  for  joonwoo  to  give  him  more.  and  that  was  exactly  what  happened.   "  please,  baby  boy  ...  i  want  to  feel  you.  "   thumb  ran  along  male's  bottom  lip,  tugging  flesh  down  a  bit  before  returning  to  original  place  in  joonwoo's  hair;  his  length  throbbing  in  homme's  hand  too,  only  proving  further  the  desires  he  needed  taken  care  of.

"hm-hmm.  sounds  about  right."  joonwoo  nods  with  an  idiotic  grin,  while  they  both  know  he's  so  full  of  it.  though  seojun  is  evidently  infatuated  with  him,  joonwoo's  own  adoration  for  his  boyfriend  is  just  as  blatantly  unconfined.  even  though  he  loves  his  job  and  knows  that  few  have  the  fortune  to  pursue  their  passions,  the  distance  away  from  his  beloved  is  a  hard  part  to  swallow,  something  that  grows  increasingly  painful  as  their  attachment  deepens.  "no,  i  missed  you  the  most  —  i  thought  we're  already  past  that."  joonwoo  asserts,  his  tone  brooking  no  argument.  a  more  rational  person  would  tell  him  that  not  everything  is  a  competition,  but  he's  more  than  certain  of  the  truth  in  his  admission.

"have  i  not  earned  a  lifetime  pass  to  this  buffet?"  joonwoo  attempts  to  persuade  seojun  with  a  charming  smile  before  pressing  a  doting  kiss  on  the  man's  neck,  though  perhaps  not  much  persuasion  is  needed  in  the  first  place.  he  cannot  find  the  words  to  explain  it  well,  but  there's  something  magical  about  them  that  just  makes  things  fall  into  place  so  perfectly.  "it  does  sound  like  a  winning  view,  no  doubt."  he  chuckles,  nodding  in  agreement  before  a  groan  escapes  him  from  the  purposeful  friction  seojun  caused,  making  his  pants  tighten  to  a  torturous  degree.  it  doesn't  take  much  longer  for  his  eager  fingers  to  trail  down  and  remove  seojun's  jeans,  before  he  repositions  himself  between  the  man's  knees  with  his  own  on  the  floor.  working  seojun  up  with  knowing  fingers,  he  watches  his  lover  with  desires  and  fondness  as  little  sounds  stumble  from  seojun's  pretty  lips.  joonwoo's  movements  are  slow  and  deliberate,  his  gaze  never  leaving  seojun's  face  as  he  relishes  in  the  reactions  he's  eliciting.  there's  an  undeniable  tenderness  in  his  touch,  even  as  his  actions  grow  more  intimate  and  his  gaze  darkens  with  a  need  to  pleasure  him. 

[kazucinth]

Han Seo-Jun Hcs💞

Summary <3 : What happends if your dating the high school’s so-called ‘bad boy’?

If this man falls, he falls hard

Okay so starting off a week when you guys start dating is that he takes things rather slow like he doesn’t want to make you rush the relationship

At the first few weeks he is romantic, he buys you your favorite drinks before the first class starts, he always waits for you whenever you guys go to school (because whenever you see him riding his motorcycle you keep telling him to stop using it to school or tell him to be careful but majority of the time you just slide it off and let him be) and he always and I mean ALWAYS walks you home to school even if he’s tired, but if he’s busy then he’ll ask Cho-rong, he’s just worried about you yk?

Whenever you go to school, he would be constantly by your side (except the restroom ofc ew🤨) walking to school? beside you, talking with Soo-ah or Jukyung? beside you while scrolling to social media, lunch break? beside you while adding some of you favorite side dish from his plate and putting it to your plate, while on that topic, he’s next to you on lunch, someone tries to sit next to you? booped to the side, you remember that scene where he booped Soo-ah from the side after trying to sit next to Jukyung? yep just like that

He’s always trying to make your day, and he knows what your favorites are, you like a certain drink that’s not in the school cafeteria? he’s always buying it whenever he has the chance so that he could see the smile on your face whenever he gives it to you :))

He’s overprotective too, because you’re so beautiful that tons of voice actually ask you for your number, inside the school the other boys knows to back off but when you’re outside, it’s hard especially when you’re alone and  Sung-yon manages to notice you and immediately knows that your seojun’s s/o😭

His mom loves you a lot because you were able to make him smile🥹 and you are a really nice company and their house because technically you’re best friends with gowoon, she would tell you about the embarrassing things that seojun does!

(bonus if u can sing, you and gowoon always duet songs and challenge one another on who can hit the high note hsjdbd)

‘might write part two tomorrow or so hshdbdhd😭’

ps. THIS TOOK ME A LONG TIME BCS I AM NEW IM SORRY IF ITS BAD😤 btw request box is open <333

-xyn

[sonotcools-blog]

Don’t leave yet. Han seojun x reader

It was the middle of the night when yn stirred, feeling a bit parched. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, and everything felt still and quiet, except for the warmth of Seojun's arm draped around her waist. She shifted slightly, trying to carefully wriggle free without waking him.

Her throat was dry, and she just needed a quick drink from the kitchen.

But as soon as she started to move, Seojun stirred, his grip tightening instinctively around her. His arm felt like a gentle but firm anchor, pulling her back against his chest. Half-asleep, his voice came out low and groggy, "Where are you going?"

Yn smiled softly in the darkness, her heart warming at how easily he noticed her absence. "Just to get some water," she whispered, turning slightly to face him.

Seojun didn't loosen his grip. If anything, he pulled her closer, his hand now resting on her stomach, his thumb lightly brushing her skin as if to remind her he was still there. "No," he mumbled, his voice laced with a sleepy pout. "Stay... it's too cold."

Yn chuckled softly, feeling his warmth radiating through her. "I'll be quick," she promised, though she could already feel herself being lulled back into the coziness of his embrace.

Seojun buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

"Don't leave," he murmured, his words almost inaudible but filled with such need that Yn couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, okay," she whispered, giving in. She relaxed back into his arms, letting the moment wrap around them like a second blanket. She could get a drink later, but right now, being in Seojun's arms, with the soft rise and fall of his breath, felt far more important.

As she lay there, yn couldn't help but think how lucky she was to have someone who could make her feel so cherished even in the smallest moments. And as Seojun's grip loosened slightly, both of them slipping back into sleep, she knew there was no place she'd rather be.

In this version, Seojun's need for closeness overpowers Yn’s desire to leave the bed for a drink. His protective instincts and love for her would probably keep her from going far, especially when he's half-asleep and just wants her near.

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Guys I’m desperate I can’t find ANY han seojun stories or hwang in-youps ughhhhh this is why I’m doing this

Hhellooo I’m mei I’m just here to write some stories

Don’t take them serious please!

[thvnderr]

An eye roll at the tone of Min's voice. Seojun wanted to snap back to say something about the way the other was speaking, but decided against it due his lack of energy to argue. Besides, if he didn't mastered this choreography, it would chew on his pride forever and knew Lou wouldn't let him live it down for a while. Brown eyes looked up to the experienced dancer and there was clear animosity between them, but even then, Seojun just huffed and rubbed at his ankle.

"Are you gonna call me stupid or something for not catching up quickly?", he questioned, but still stood up to try again, this time following the other's instructions. They had never been on the best terms, but they were... trying? At least Seojun wanted to think that if Min was offering some help was either to gain satisfaction on seeing him fail or to genuinely assist him for some unknown reason. "Just teach me already", the other grunted as he shook his limbs before sending a brief, yet meek quick stare to the other "...please." Seojun added. "I just cannot seem to connect the steps with the ones we saw last class, and then there's the weird spin thing", he explained while vaguely mimicking the steps with his hands.

Any sympathy Min had felt in the moments prior fizzled up in an instant, its place taken quickly and cleanly by jagged irritation. Although he wanted to hiss back a sharp and admittedly hypocritical 'don't fucking swear at me', Min swallowed his pride and irritation in one fell gulp. "I'm trying to help you," he said. "If you did hurt yourself, I'd have seen the whole thing happen and I don't want that on my conscience." Min doubted Seojun would like that response anymore than the last but stating outright that he might have actually felt any real concern was out of the question. They'd been butting heads far too long now for Min to change gears so suddenly. Min wasn't sure he could handle the embarrassment that would follow if that blew up in his face.

"I could take you through it step by step," said Min, crouching down to meet Seojun at eye level where he was standing. "If you can stand to be around me that long, that is." This was his attempt at holding out an olive branch. It just wasn't a very good one, and the exasperation in Min's voice as he spoke didn't help. Still, he didn't have to be Seojun's biggest fan to accept that, if he was trying this hard, maybe he was taking this more seriously than Min had initially believed. But working alongside him, up close, was likely the only way Min could figure out the truth. "If not, I can leave. And you can stay here and break your ankle."