#xikers choi hyunwoo x reader

[sminiac]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— Homesick | 01. Luck or Utter Stupidity?

⋆ xikers Hyung-Line + Choreographer!Reader

Synopsis — Signing a fixed term-contract with KQ Ent. Comes with a promise of more opportunities and exposure for your work. You hustle to exceed your own limitations by creating choreography for xikers next comeback as requested, the only problem is you’ve never been this far away from home before, and with hard work comes burnouts in hand. Fortunately, the form of comfort closest to you is the five oldest of the group.

Warnings — Very suggestive, Making out, Polyamorous themes. 18+

➪ Series Master-list

It’s been exactly three weeks since your arrival in Seoul. Three particularly long, excruciating, seemingly never ending weeks. But up until now, by far the biggest struggle wasn’t even tangible.

The piles of stress only continued to grow, your own brain feeding into your distress to swallow you whole in its overwhelming never ending capacity.

The anxieties you’d completely forgotten about happened to all simultaneously awaken from dormancy and ever since have been profuse for the last two, waking, crawling from the bottom of your stomach to the back of your throat. During the outset of your transition to Seoul you’d hoped it was just the jet lag when experiencing the kick of it again on the day of arrival— added the gruelling process of unpacking, settling into the place you’d be staying at for the next year, adjusting to the roommate situation, which was quite the experience figuring out whilst in a completely different continent. But, to your surprise the unnecessary worry had been quite tame as of late.

The more your inhibitions poked and prodded at you since stepping off that big white plane the more you’ve been moving your body to evade its insistent urge of release, maybe that’s why you don’t pay mind to how hasty everything’s becoming.

The way he moves is articulated and clean even if his control is subjected to the swiftness of his pleasure, the pace keeps your mind busy, on your toes, always wondering what he’ll do next.

He knows it seems like before he can even try pull your clothes off you’ll slip from his clutches and dissolve into nothingness right before him- as if he’s already certain that he’s incapable of preventing you from melting down into a concoction of intangible matter and lingering desire it continues to further fuel his hungry pursuit of closeness, or rather a shared intimacy with you no one else has dared to attempt.

Dipping past the hem of Sumin’s loose shirt that hangs from your shoulders, you find the smooth surface of his hands warm and gentle as they glide across your stomach. Minjae doesn’t regard what you wear with any aversion or lip curling jealousy that might give him the image of an overprotective dog.

He likes that you have it on.

He likes that it belongs to one of his members, and he especially likes that you’ve been wearing it casually both inside of practice and out.

Sumin’s cologne still lingers around the collar that he can still catch the scent of whenever he moves close enough. In his mind it gives you a sense of belonging, not just anyone can snatch something of Sumin’s, yet here you are in all your glory.

The top is a simple piece, it’s an avocado-like green with a simple black logo on the upper back. It had been eyed down for days before it so gracefully landed into your compact rotation of clothes. Right after the first time Sumin had shown up with it on you couldn’t hold your tongue about your chequing account being on the very brink of collapse due to almost buying the very same one yourself. After having internally weeped over your frugality and debating up until the very last second about even putting the stupid thing in your shopping cart, of course, you were too slow and your size had sold out in the blink of an eye.

Sumin couldn’t help but entertain your tangent with a few laughs over the nagging feeling of irritation that still strained between your brow before he suddenly excused himself from the room, you would’ve never expected that he’d have the shirt in his hand when he returned whilst then wearing a completely different top.

He offered it to you quite shyly, saying that the two of you could share it, before you had the chance to kindly decline he draped it over your shoulder and returned back to stretching.

Minjae knows why he was so quick to give the shirt up, it’s the same reason why his fingers curl tight once they meet your hips. He keeps you so close that not even a hairsbreadth of air could distinguish you as two separate beings.

He doesn’t know it, but he melts down any of your queasiness and concerns regarding time and realistically what little of it you have before the door to the practice room is reopened and his members start pouring in from their excused absence to go on a drink run. Initially to get them going only took a cheap persuasion from Minjae. Away from your hearing ears he claimed that your stamina was cut shorter than usual due to last nights unexpected itinerary that ran you a body contorting headache and a seemingly perpetual wash of nausea that only became more intense during the fast paced segments of their song.

Junmin bought what their Leader had to say—maybe a little too easily after now knowing you weren't one to handle your alcohol all that graciously. He could tell as soon as he noticed the slight sway to your body and the mumble to your words after downing 2 drinks that didn’t consist of anything particularly hard at the small establishment. The two oldest frequented it here and there when their schedule allowed, at least enough for the owner of the surprisingly cozy bar to familiarize himself with the boys to the point where he knew who they were just by looking at the back of their heads.

Throughout the night spent with them neither of the two dared to laugh or taunt you for your inability to remain as levelheaded as they presented at the table, they knew how packed your schedule was before travelling to Korea and that your diet just hadn’t formally been prepared to accommodate the drinks you ordered with such a brave and assured face, instead they found themselves feeling gratified that you finally had time to enjoy yourself for once, and who were they to not further indulge you? You were already working your ass off for them, coming in everyday more than eager to progress further through the choreography.

Junmin’s been managing to keep the soft spot for you quite muted among the others, so he acted quickly in shooing them out of the door after glancing over to your still figure that looked a little caught with your tender stomach, he at the very least wanted to allow you the time to breathe, regain control of your bearings.

Luckily for you the irritation derived from the groups spouts of chaos weren’t thick or severe, even if it was you’re positive Minjae would have still succeeded in getting you like softened butter in his lap no matter how badly you didn’t want to believe it.

“Want you,” he says, his voice airy, light in his throat, yet it swallows you and the entirety of the room up even in its reduced frame. “Been wantin’ you. You don’t even know.” He utters between small pecks to the stretch of your neck, pressing his nose further into you, inhaling the mix of scents.

He laughs softly to himself, “You don’t even know” what a childish thing to say while you’ve got the girl you and half of your members are after, still, he has you hanging at his every word, because for the first time since you’ve arrived it’s just him who has your attention, he revels in it while he has the chance.

His tongue slips out to swipe briefly at your skin, lessening the moisture with the revisit of his mouth, your chin only tips back the closer he draws himself to your jaw. It’s hard to pay your body’s lack of energy any mind when his tongues so wet and moves against you without any thought, he just lets you have it.

There’s something so carnal about how he touches you, he doesn’t map out his methods, he merely allows his body to move as it wants.

The small “mmh’s” he slips through your lips only feed into the need that’s starting to spin white and hot between your thighs, the small attempts he makes to grind his cock up into you through all the thin layers of fabric doesn’t do you any good either. The desperate rut of his hips couldn’t be more prominent due to the restriction of his pants, it forces his whole lower half to move at once, slightly lifting you in his seek of something, anything. It makes you think that maybe letting go a little more wouldn’t be the worst thing— last night certainly wasn’t, but then again, the cardinal point of your very existence in this room, in this country is solely for what you have to offer not just him, but yourself.

Yeah… entertaining your little interest any more than you already have would be selfish… but god just for once you should be allowed to cut yourself some slack.. just this once.

This is the riskiest he's gotten with sneaking around with you, albeit this in itself was the culmination of his efforts to convey to you his interest in something beyond the fleeting looks and comments made when guiding them through the choreo that only the two of you seemed to understand to a deeper sense.

Your thighs press out over his, sinking deeper into him, it’s done without any regard but he knows you’re just as into it as he is when your fingers find his soft hair. “I’m not having sex with you in your practice room, Minjae.” The words creep from your mouth with not a sliver of conviction, the fire inside your chest had been abated by his all too amiable nature long before he even dared to make a real move.

“Not when your members are so close.” You breathe, trying, hoping to convince yourself before he gets the better of you.

His hand travels along under the shirt and to the sports bra you have on, poking at the band around your torso. He presses one last gentle kiss right behind your jaw before his other hand moves to adjust your head down so his lips bump right against the shell of your ear as he speaks. “This space is just as much of yours as it is mine.” He says with a casual sincerity, because it is true, you’re their translator for the craft you’re undeniably proficient in, this was more of your space than his if anything.

Minjae’s fingers dig until he slips fully under the tight fabric, the way your body reacts makes him smile, he can feel the bumps in your skin spreading like a wild untameable fire, how quick your right nipple pebbles under the slightest pinch to it. He can’t get enough of hearing the soft whines under your breath as you inhale sharply from the sensation, how you pull yourself further into him in seek of more, allowing your eyes to shut.

“How many other dance instructors have- fuck, have heard that while you felt them up in here?”

You hear the air pull in through his mouth, his chest becoming dense like he’s about to speak, but before an exhale comes another voice from the distance chimes: “None, I’d hope.”

You jolt back, frazzled and wide-eyed as Minjae’s hand pulls out from under your clothes and rests on your hip. Hoping he was only quick enough to not have been noticed.

Fortunately you were present enough in the head that you registered the way the voice bounces around the fairly empty room before opening your eyes, that it isn’t from the source of the person under you. It comes from the complete opposite side of where you two are, exactly where the door is.

“Hyunwoo.” Minjae calls before you can even muster a sound. Minjae looks at him through the corners of his eyes, to you the way he says his name sounds more like a warning than a greeting, like he’s trying to keep the boy from scurrying out of the door and back to the others before he can explain. But Hyunwoo doesn’t, instead he lets the door click shut behind him as he moves to rest his weight against the white wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Minjae-hyung, I didn’t know this is why you wanted us to leave.” His eyes connect with yours from across the room, a solid, unidentifiable expression on his face that you couldn’t read even if he standing right in front of you. The brightness to his tone makes you feel unsettled, it contrasts greatly from his exterior, and not knowing his intentions makes you squirm. Oh how you hated uncertainty, and the lack of familiarity with the boy at all. You try to slowly ease your way out of Minjae’s grasp, but his arms remain secure around your frame. “Whatever this is,” his finger gestures between the two of you, like a parent scolding a small child, it makes you want to curl into a ball, to never see the light of day again. “it isn’t smart. But you know that I’m assuming, the both of you?”

Even the way he talks is similar. You haven’t heard a tone like that in years, it’s hard to look him in the eye when he’s clearly got the upper hand, the same one that your contract now lays within the grasp of.

“We’re adults, I think we know what we’re doing, Hyunwoo.”

He steps forward, a defensive pull to his upper lip as he speaks. “Then you’ve already acknowledged how detrimental this could’ve been to not only his career, but the rest of ours if the wrong person walked in here, right?” His composure starts to slip at such a weighty accusation that it’s almost profound, but they have to walk around balancing the public’s best interest on top of their heads for the rest of their lives, you’d be concerned if he didn’t care. There is no such thing as complete and utter forgiveness for mistakes, or even minor slip ups, hardly any leniency granted, Hyunwoo wondered why their leader of all people was so confident in becoming intimate with you if he knows that?

Minjae’s arms slacken, his torso twisting until his line of sight aligns with Hyunwoo’s.

“Funny. You’re making it sound like Y/n was the one who pursued me first.” Is all he says.

You look down at Minjae, then up to Hyunwoo. His statement isn’t far off, in fact you agreed. It wasn’t anything to be sour over, you know Hyunwoo’s just trying to protect himself and his members, but it did sting a little that he was so quick to point fingers.

Before anyone else can get another word in the sound of laughter in a muddle of voices starts becoming more pronounced, closer. As Hyunwoo turns to look over the strip of frosted glass you slip off of Minjae’s thighs, offering a hand to him as you raise to your feet. He takes it with a gentle reassuring smile, one he hopes you can read an attempt to comfort you in. Just as he comes back up the door pops open and a chorus of “Y/n!” Is shouted with the deafening sound of heavy feet brisk against the laminated floor in tandem.

🛫 Chapter 2 ⟢ Uncertainties

[dropitlikeapeong]

✨️xikers texts✨️

You wearing another member's hoodie (Hyung line)

CW: unhinged bfs(3/5), possessiveness, gaslighting, biting, a little cuteness(2/5), idk man just read.

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A/N: pls accept this as my apology for being so inactive on here. (Maknae line)

As always, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

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Minjae

Junmin

Sumin

Jinsik

Hyunwoo

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[uriwoos2]

Boys with a crush! ·.✧₊˚ (xkrs) pt.1

xikers crush headcanons! ✿ hyung line edition. genre: fluff. warnings: none. word count: 2.8k requested: yes! maknae line ♡ note: I'm so so busy w exams rn, so it's kinda draining my brain of any good ideas haha. pls do tell me if there's any mistakes! but in all seriousness, I so was blushing all through writing this / />/</ / I adore my babies beyond belief, they're so cute </3 praying this turned out well >_< hope u like it!! likes & reblogs are very appreciated! — with love, cream <3

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minjae

⊹˚🍰 tbh I think it'd be a little hard to tell when minjae has a crush on you, or if he just sees you as a friend. now, this is because when he has someone that is important to him, even if it's just a friend, he'll take care of them very well. he'll look out for them and take any chance to help them out. perhaps he'll express this trait even more intensively when he is with someone he keeps a special place for in his heart. he'll surely be displaying extra attentiveness when he's with you, always ready to jump in and help you out. <3

⊹˚🍰 he's a fully certified gentleman!! definitely takes care of things for you, so you can be fully relaxed and enjoy yourself to the fullest. this shows through his tiny acts of service, like: opening doors for you, keeping you on the inner part of the sidewalk, ordering food/drinks for you, offering to pay for you, carrying your things for you, and not swearing when he's around you!! he'll treat you with the utmost respect too of course! <3 you might not even consider this as a clue of his feelings for you, because you're so used to the way he treats you so well. :(

⊹˚🍰 minjae listens. listens. listens <3 he's so attentive and focuses his eyes only on you when you have something to say. even if it's something very trivial! he nods here and there, to make sure you know he's paying attention, and blinks rapidly all throughout your rant, his wide glittering eyes darting all over your face, admiring. he's just so smitten with you <3

⊹˚🍰 but!! be prepared to listen to him yap your ear off back! <3 he wants to describe things to you in depth, as he cares that you understand it well! he won't mind explaining something over and over and over, as long as you finally get a proper understanding of the subject! such a sweet boy <3

⊹˚🍰 why do I feel like, at the beginning he'd be sort of oblivious to his own crush on you? hmm.. and it just so happens that he has a sudden realization about it randomly. it will go something like this: you'll be in a crowded setting, both in your separate groups, conversing. you're unaware of it as he quietly looks over at you from time to time, to check what you're up to. and then, he notices that your eyes linger particularly long on a certain person, too long for his liking. you'll happen to look in his direction by chance, and he'll just side eye you, with this skeptical look in his eyes. and you tilt your head to the side in question. he'll be just like ???? himself too. poor boy doesn't even realize what he was doing until now. then he gives it some thought, and even considering the possibility that he was jealous is enough to make him blush to himself </3

⊹˚🍰 however, after establishing the fact that he has a crush, he'll be trying even harder to win you over! I don't think he's the type to feel embarrassed about such things. he might not be that obvious with his affection for you, but the subtle things he says and does sure tell you enough! he will be complimenting you about the smallest things, and showing how much he cares by looking after you! expect him to randomly go to fix a strand of your hair that's out of place, or remove lint off your clothes :\ </3 there's a definite boldness in such small acts of fondness! ⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄｡♡･῾ ᵎ

junmin

⊹˚🍰 gets so so shy around you at first <//3 he'll be blushing and stumbling over his words a bit. he gets very nervous around you! and his heart can't seem to handle the overwhelming feelings he has for you, especially when you're nearby :( so precious.

⊹˚🍰 once he adjusts to the crush he has on you a bit better, he might even start to show it slightly. he'll take his time to get to know you slowly, step by step. soaking up any and every tiny part of your personality, making mental notes about it.♡♡ he will ask for your opinions about various deep topics, and go to you for advice. when you start speaking, he won't hold back on giving you reactions!! he'll be so obvious about his curiosity toward anything you have to say! <3

⊹˚🍰 when you have something to show him, or ask his opinion abt a certain thing, know that he'll be 100% invested, so that he can give you a sincere answer! if you're showing him an outfit you picked out for an event, he'll be giving you tiny little gasps and "wow"-s to hype you up!! ( ´. .̫ .`)

⊹˚🍰 jumie hates it when you're feeling down!!! at any clue that your mood is a bit off, he'll be doing the most he can to bring a smile back on your pretty face <333 will even act cute for you and try to make you laugh. might get shy and hide his face with his hands though :((( that will certainly make you laugh, out of adoration. ♡ he'll be so happy, and relieved to see you feeling better :( precious baby..

⊹˚🍰 the type to show his love through physical affection!! I feel so strongly about this! actually it's only reserved for the person he likes. the kind of touches that are barely even there, so slight and careful not to make you uncomfy in any way <3 patting your shoulder, or rubbing your back for reassurance and comfort. giving you tiny taps with his fingers on your knee/thigh when you're sitting side by side, to relieve your anxiety. and head pats!! <3 when you achieve something, or do well, or even just when he feels like you need praise or motivation, he'll be giving you slow, gentle little pats, followed with warm words of comfort. he's your biggest supporter!! ♡

⊹˚🍰 will!! make silly faces at you from afar. :(( and giggle right afterwards :(

⊹˚🍰 he gets comfortable enough to show affection for you, but when it's you who initiates physical contact, he gets extremely flustered. leaning your head on his shoulder casually, or patting his cheek while joking around. his eyes will be avoiding yours at all costs!! he'll be wishing that you don't notice his drumming heartbeat, because he doesn't want you to see how nervous he gets around you. it's times like these that his affection for you grows though. when he feels you reciprocating affection back, he knows you feel comfortable with him, enough to be vulnerable with him like that. <3

sumin

⊹˚🍰 now this baby might just be the shyest out of everyone, when it comes to having a crush :( he gets so blushy and smiley it's actually devastating :(( be prepared to have him trying to keep a straight face while talking with you. and then he'll just be breaking out in giggles, beaming at you, for no reason at all.. (the reason being that he finds you just so cute, and he can't handle it.) <3 <3

⊹˚🍰 you're his bestie all the way!! he goes to you for advice, and has the utmost trust in your opinions! when it comes to fashion, it's no different. he'll always ask if you like a certain outfit of his and help you style yourself too! you'll definitely be taking ootds together!!

⊹˚🍰 you'll be going to different places very often as well. you'll have a new place you want to check out, but might feel a bit awkward going there alone. don't worry though! cuz sumin is always down to tag along. he's more than happy to actually! means he can spend extra time w you!! <3 he has the most comforting aura around him, something abt him just makes you feel relaxed and free to be yourself. you guys will definitely have the most fun together, and take lots and lotsss of pictures + videos of each other :( he'll be looking at those later, and giggling at the memories. <3

⊹˚🍰 he will be trying so hard to impress you!! he'll invite you over and show off his cooking skills, or give you a tour of his drawings. will tell you everything you're curious about, you just have to ask. I feel like he's the type of person who takes a bit more time to open up on a deeper level, and it takes a certain bond to have him trust you with more personal stuff. so the fact that he'll be willing to bring you into his space like that and put everything on display for you to see, would be a very good sign that he cherishes you dearly.

⊹˚🍰 he'll definitely be dying to text you, and constantly check up on what ur doing, but will hold back to not bother you :( but will most likely send you a message during the day asking what you're up to. he just wants to know everything about you :(( (definitely the clingy type hehe (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) <3)

⊹˚🍰 he's known to be the loudest member, but when he's with you, he'll turn into the most gentle, quiet boy ever. he wants to look cool in front of you and doesn't want you to think he is immature. but that doesn't mean you can't be silly together!! he's definitely the cutest when he's being his true silly self <3

⊹˚🍰 you can be ensured that you're free to be your true self while with him too! like in your realest, most honest form. he'll admire you to the ends of the earth, even if you're silly, a bit weird, or even if he doesn't get you sometimes :(( trust that he'll be chuckling and grinning at your peculiarities, finding you just adorable. plus! he'll definitely make those random sound effects and impersonations he loves! but you can laugh right back at him, he just wants to amuse u <3 <3

jinsik

⊹˚🍰 we're all well aware of just how animated jinsik's movements and facial expressions are, so I'm led to assume that he'll be especially expressive with the person he likes! moving his arms a lot, using gestures while talking to you. you'll literally be able to tell exactly what he thinks by the way his face changes. he's so so adorable when he frowns, or when he's fascinated with something, wide-eyed. he'll be overly amazed at anything you do/say and will show it too! wanting desperately to validate your feelings, and excitement about your interests! :(♡

⊹˚🍰 he will shower you with compliments!! omg. and give you tiny little gifts on no particular occasion, but just because he feels like it! <3 they won't even be anything grand, rather something on the more meaningful side, like handmade trinkets or drawings. but that doesn't erase the possibility of him giving you a rock with a silly face drawn on it </3 he wants to make your day, and wants to leave a good impression on u, wants you to like him and think of him fondly!

⊹˚🍰 that's why he'll also pay extra attention to his appearance and behavior as well. he'll double-triple check if each strand of his hair is in place and will think of u while picking out an outfit <3 wondering if you'll like it :( he needs to stand out in order for you to take notice! at least that's what he believes ;) and that goes for planning outings with you, as well. it all has to be perfect!! but if something goes wrong he'll be stressing over it internally. poor baby.

⊹˚🍰 if you're the one initiating a "date", he'll be absolutely thrilled!! already mentally planning everything out like the idealist he is :( but in reality he just wants your undivided attention, as he's desperately trying to not blend in with your other acquaintances and friends. as much as he craves your focus to always be shifted towards him, he'll never think to make a big deal just because of his feelings! he respects all your choices, including the ones not favorable to him.

⊹˚🍰 once you're a bit closer, you get to see the cute, goofy side of him <3 he'll randomly send you stupid little voice messages to make you laugh, make a mess when he eats, might even embarrass you sometimes, with how confident he is to be silly and loud anywhere. but you'll just be chuckling to yourself in a corner, finding him cute </3 it'll be so hard to resist his cuteness on a daily basis like this, so you better watch out or you might catch a crush right back! (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )♡

⊹˚🍰 his laugh <//3 he'll definitely be the type to laugh at your jokes suuuper loud, and repeat it to your other friends, because he thinks you're just so hilarious :( expect him to spot you from the other side of the street and come running over to you without looking at the road. oh my goodness.. justifying his actions by blaming others, saying the cars were in his way!! you just shake your head to disapprove of his antics, to which he just answers with a blush, feeling sheepish. </3 afterwards, you guys get ice cream to share and he rubs some of it on ur nose, just to erupt in cute little giggles. :(( such personal and comfortable moments with you are so important to him. ♡

hyunwoo

⊹˚🍰 now... correct me if I'm wrong but, as silly as this boy is, I know for a fact! that he'll most definitely be putting up the cool and mysterious guy act. he's so bad at it too... like, it's the cutest thing. </3 imagine this: in one of your classes, the students are exchanging contacts for projects and stuff, and he's paired up with you. but when you try to get his number, or one of his socials, he just tells you he doesn't have a phone???? you just stand there like? wdym my guy. he says it's bad for your health, and goes on to explain to you in depth the detrimental effects of radiation mobile phones emit.... but promise, it's all just a plan to get you to like him. or at least to look cool in ur eyes. yeah, he'd be satisfied with that as well. so foolish <3

⊹˚🍰 don't worry, he'll drop this weird act soon enough though. you'll get to see the real hyunu! the more and more meet ups you guys arrange for the group project, you'll notice his act slipping up, revealing his true personality. you'll see it in the way he reacts to jokes, remarks from others, and how he responds to them. he has trouble connecting to strangers just like that, you notice. so you take it upon yourself to befriend him!

⊹˚🍰 it might be a bad idea, because, for hyunwoo this means he will have to spend alone time with you! :( baby's nervous.. like after completing your project successfully, your group decides to go to destress and celebrate at an amusement park! you'll wait for the perfect moment, while everyone is wrapped up in their own business, and ask hyunwoo to follow you somewhere. hmmm.. what could you be plotting.. hyunwoo might just explode atp!!

⊹˚🍰 you simply ask him to accompany you, telling him you needed some space from others for a bit. oh! so, that was it. hyunwoo is more than happy to help you out! he's worried though, now. asking if you're alright. you chuckle at the face he's making at you, brows furrowed, eyes full of concern. how cute </3 his cheeks flush at that, avoiding to look at your face.

⊹˚🍰 from then on it'd get easier for the both of you. you'll be able to strike up a simple conversation, gradually opening up to each other. you realize he's actually quite an interesting person! all that was hidden behind all his initial awkwardness. you'll eventually get closer and closer overtime, untill you can call each other best friends! he finds it easy to talk to you, and doesn't feel the need to change when he's with you. you'll get to discover, however, that he's the silliest in his true form <3

⊹˚🍰 prepare, because he's gonna bother you! and you won't be able to do anything about it. whether you're studying, resting, having lunch, or even when you've just woken up, he'll be sending a text, asking what you're doing. he won't! leave you alone. he'll just ask so so many questions, but really, him bothering you to annoyance just means he adores you. <3 when you answer his questions, he's just gonna be nodding his head cutely, listening intently. he really does care! <3 he's still feeling quite shy with you, but now he can actually talk to you, so he's never gonna let an opportunity slip up! ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑

[arafilez]

੭୧ ⼂ EXISTENCE OF NIGHT ROUTINES ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ csm x reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff, crack ㅤ warnings light jokes of "death" ㅤ﹢ㅤ0.4k wc

Sumin peeks from the blanket he has covered up to his nose as he hears light taps of your feet emerging in the room. His green hair falls messily over his head, making him look like a cute, little broccoli and his small, round eyes fix on your figure as he sees you do your night routine.

Sumin has never hated a night routine more.

After what feels like an eternity (it was ten minutes) he scrunches his nose in your direction and whines, “Come to bed, y/n.” You hum in acknowledgement clearly still concentrated on the perfect proportion of your face cream making your boyfriend give murderous looks to the tub of cream.

“Leave the night routine already,” he whines again, bouncing his legs on the bed a bit for extra effect, making you snort and turn around to look at him.

“You know I need to complete this right?” you giggle when you see a deadly glare and a pout adorning his face at the same time and he sticks his tongue out. You turn your back to him again and he groans, head hitting the pillow. A few moments pass and he says the most unhinged sentence ever,

“Get inside and cuddle, before I get hypothermia.”

Your hand halts and hovers over the lid of your box of cosmetics and you turn around saying, “Hypothermia from what? Twenty degrees of the air conditioner and you being under a blanket? Cause of death too flimsy no? Try again?”

That makes him take a big gasp and he replies, “Do you want your boyfriend to die?” You press your lips together to stop yourself from giggling again as you get up (finally) and turn off the lights quickly before getting in bed. As soon as you do Sumin pulls you closer to him and you let the giggle out and turn towards him.

“Are you happy now, you big baby?” you ask, running your hand through his hair and you see the outlines of his big, gummy smiles as he nods excitedly. He pecks your lips and then places little kisses all over your face making you squirm and giggle in his embrace. After a last kiss, long and loving, on the lips, you two settle down comfortably in the covers. “The mere existence of night routine should be a crime,” he says suddenly and you laugh at his righteous voice before you both fall asleep.

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[starskq]

REACTION TO XIKERS CALLING YOU CUTE / hyung line

pairing: bf!xikers x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: reader is a year older in minjae's and jinsik's, kissing in all of them, i think that's it?

a/n: this was so cute omg i loved writing it, part2 is coming!

KIM MINJAE

Laughter and the sound of children’s excitement filled the air as you walked hand-in-hand with Minjae, your boyfriend of a few months. The two of you had decided to spend the day at the amusement park, enjoying the thrill of roller coasters and the sweet treats sold at every corner.

You had worn black jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots carefully for the day. You wanted to project a fierce image. The truth was, though, that you were naturally cute. Your big, expressive eyes, soft features, and how you tended to get excited about small things made it hard for people to take your “tough girl” act seriously.

Minjae, walking beside you, was a year younger, but there were moments when he felt like the older one. He found your attempt to be fierce endearing, especially because your true nature always came through, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. And honestly, he loved it. But you hated being called cute, and Minjae knew this—though that didn’t stop him from teasing you about it.

The two of you approached the entrance to a towering roller coaster that twisted and turned in all directions. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up at it, a small part of you feeling nervous despite your best efforts to appear cool.

Minjae noticed, of course. He always noticed. “Nervous?” he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

You shook your head. “No way. I love this stuff,” you said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Minjae chuckled, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to act tough.”

Your reaction was immediate. You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, a small pout forming on your lips. “Stop calling me cute,” you demanded, your voice filled with mock irritation.

Minjae’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at you. “But you are cute. Look at you, pouting like that. How can I not call you cute?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to glare at him but failing miserably. “I’m not cute. I’m fierce.”

“Oh, really?” he said, leaning in closer. His tone was teasing, and you could see he was having too much fun with this. “Prove it, then. Let’s see how ‘fierce’ you are on this ride.”

“I will!” you shot back, but your voice faltered slightly as you glanced back up at the roller coaster. It was much taller than you’d remembered.

Minjae chuckled again, and before you could protest further, he took your hand and led you towards the entrance. “Come on, let’s go, baby.”

You tried to keep your cool as you got strapped into the roller coaster, but the nerves were starting to creep in. The ride started with a slow ascent, the click-clack of the chain pulling the cars up the steep track echoing in your ears. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you looked over at Minjae. He was watching you with that same amused expression.

“You’re gonna scream, aren’t you?” he asked, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“No,” you insisted, though you weren’t so sure anymore. “I’m not.”

The coaster reached the top, and for a brief moment, everything was still. The park spread out below, people tiny like ants. Then, with a sudden rush, the ride plummeted downward. Your breath caught in your throat, and before you knew it, you were screaming—loudly. The coaster twisted and turned, throwing you from side to side, your hands gripping the safety bar with all your might.

When the ride finally slowed and came to a stop, you were breathless. Your hair was a mess, and you could feel your cheeks burning. You looked over at Minjae, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You screamed,” he pointed out, still holding your hand as you both exited the ride.

“Shut up,” you muttered, embarrassed. “That ride was intense.”

Minjae just laughed, pulling you close as you walked away from the roller coaster. “You know, you’re even cuter when you’re flustered.”

You glared up at him, your cheeks still warm. “I told you to stop calling me cute.”

“Then stop being cute,” he replied easily, his voice full of affection.

“I’m not cute!” you insisted, stomping your foot slightly—a move that only made Minjae laugh harder.

“You keep telling yourself that,” he said, leaning down so his face was just inches from yours. “But no matter what you say, I think you’re adorable. And I’m not going to stop saying it.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could, Minjae closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back, momentarily forgetting all about your earlier annoyance. When he pulled back, his eyes were twinkling with that familiar mischief.

“You can be fierce and cute, you know,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You couldn’t help but smile, despite yourself. “Maybe,” you admitted, feeling your resolve weaken in the warmth of his gaze.

Minjae grinned, kissing you on the forehead this time. “That’s my girl.”

PARK JUNMIN

The cafe was cozy, with warm lighting and the gentle chatter of other customers providing a comforting background. You sat across from Junmin, your boyfriend of nearly six months, recounting an amusing story from earlier that day.

You had dressed in light pastel colors, a soft lavender blouse paired with a cream skirt that swished just above your knees. A delicate bow sat perched in your hair, holding back a few stray strands that would otherwise fall into your eyes. The outfit was simple yet cute, though you preferred not to think of it that way. You hated being called cute—something Junmin knew all too well—but it was hard to deny that the look suited you perfectly.

Junmin sat with his chin propped on his hand, his gaze fixed on you. He was trying to listen, really, but the way the sunlight filtered through the window and caught the soft colors of your outfit, the way your eyes sparkled as you animatedly told your story—it was all too much. His thoughts began to drift, and he found himself more focused on the way your lips moved, the slight tilt of your head, and the way you absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair as you spoke.

“And then, I realized I had walked into the wrong room! It was so embarrassing, but everyone just laughed it off…” you were saying. But Junmin wasn’t hearing a word. His mind was entirely occupied with how adorable you looked, with that bow in your hair and the way you were dressed so sweetly. Before he could stop himself, the thought slipped out.

“You’re so cute,” he said, almost dreamily.

You paused mid-sentence, blinking in surprise. “What?”

Junmin snapped out of his trance, realizing what he had just said. But it was too late to take it back. “Uh, I mean, you look really cute today,” he clarified, though he knew it wasn’t going to help.

You frowned, a familiar mix of frustration and embarrassment rising in your chest. “Junmin, I told you, I don’t like being called cute.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender, trying to suppress a smile. “I know, I know. But you really are cute, especially with that bow in your hair. It’s impossible not to think so.”

You pouted slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not cute. I’m just…me.”

“That’s what makes you cute,” Junmin said with a soft chuckle, leaning forward. “The way you get all flustered when I call you cute, the way you dress, the way you smile—it’s all adorable.”

You tried to maintain your frown, but it was difficult with the way he was looking at you. His eyes were so warm and full of affection that it made your heart melt just a little. You opened your mouth to argue, to insist that you weren’t cute, but the words got caught in your throat. Instead, you felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked down at your coffee cup, stirring it absently.

Junmin watched you, completely enamored by your reaction. “You can deny it all you want,” he said softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “But you’re cute, and I love every bit of it.”

You glanced up at him through your lashes, the corners of your lips twitching as you tried not to smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you’re irresistible,” he replied with a grin, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “So, are you going to keep arguing, or are you going to admit that you’re cute?”

You shook your head, a small laugh escaping despite yourself. “I’m not going to admit it because it’s not true.”

Junmin leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You might not think so, but every time you pout like that, I just want to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his words, and before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of the kiss making your heart flutter.

When he pulled back, Junmin looked at you with that same adoring expression, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, as a content smile spread on his face. “See? Adorable,” he murmured.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the smile on your face was undeniable now. “Fine, maybe just a little bit,” you admitted, though your tone was teasing.

Junmin laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll take that as a win.”

CHOI SUMIN

You and Sumin had planned to study together, a quiet, productive evening to prepare for the upcoming exams. Textbooks and notebooks were spread out on his desk, but the focus had already shifted from the study materials to something else entirely.

You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, trying to concentrate on the notes in front of you. You had chosen your outfit carefully—a fitted top and jeans that you hoped would give you a more mature vibe. But no matter what you wore, your natural cuteness always seemed to shine through. Your big, expressive eyes, soft features, and the way you couldn’t help but act a little shy around Sumin all contributed to the aura of sweetness that surrounded you.

And Sumin noticed. He always noticed. You’d been dating for a few months now, and while he admired your efforts to appear more grown-up, he found your natural state absolutely irresistible. The way you pouted when something confused you, the way your cheeks flushed when you got flustered—it drove him crazy. He loved to tease you about it, even if he knew it embarrassed you.

Today was no different. As you sat there, nibbling on the end of your pencil and trying to focus on your notes, Sumin couldn’t take his eyes off you. You had tied your hair back in a loose ponytail, but a few strands had escaped, framing your face in a way that made you look even more adorable. He leaned back in his chair, his textbook forgotten, and just watched you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You were so engrossed in your studying that you didn’t notice his gaze at first. But when you finally looked up, you caught him staring. “What?” you asked, blinking in confusion.

Sumin grinned, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing,” he said, though the mischief in his eyes told you otherwise.

You frowned, feeling a familiar flush creep up your neck. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Like what?” he asked, playing innocent.

“Like…” You struggled to find the words. “Like I’m some kind of cute animal or something.”

Sumin chuckled softly, pushing away from his desk and walking over to the bed. He sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from your face. “You’re just so cute.”

You groaned, dropping your pencil onto the bedspread. “I’m not cute, Sumin. I'm not trying to.”

He tilted his head, pretending to consider your words. “Hmm, I see what you’re going for,” he said, his tone teasing. “But honestly, I think you’re at your most attractive when you’re just being you. And that happens to be really, really fucking cute.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes even as your heart fluttered at his words. “I hate you.”

As a response, he simply closed the distance between you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You tried to hold on to your frustration, but it melted away almost instantly under his gentle touch.

“Susu,” you murmured, your voice a mix of exasperation and affection.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “What?” he asked, his tone light but filled with adoration. “I’m just appreciating how lucky I am to have a girlfriend as cute as you.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re so whipped,” you accused, though the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed your attempt to sound stern.

Sumin didn’t even try to deny it. “Totally whipped,” he agreed easily, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “And I don’t mind one bit.”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through your chest. Sumin always had this effect on you—he made you feel cherished, adored, even when he was teasing you. Especially when he was teasing you.

Before you could protest further, Sumin gently pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over you with that same mischievous grin. You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of excitement and anticipation flooding through you.

“Sumin, what are you—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss, this one soft and sweet against your lips.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re too adorable for your own good, you know that?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but all that came out was a soft laugh as he began peppering your face with kisses. First your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, and finally back to your lips.

“Sumin!” you squealed between giggles, trying to squirm away, but he just laughed along with you, his arms caging you in as he continued his assault of kisses.

“I can’t help it,” he said between kisses. “You’re just too cute, and I’m completely whipped for you, baby.”

By the time he finally stopped, you were both breathless, your faces inches apart. You stared up at him, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The teasing had stopped, replaced by a warm, tender expression in his eyes.

“You know,” you said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, “as much as I hate being called cute… I don’t mind it so much when it’s you.”

Sumin’s smile softened, and he leaned down to press one last, lingering kiss to your lips. “I’m glad to hear that,” he whispered against your lips. “Because I’m never going to stop thinking it.”

HAM JINSIK

You were curled up on Jinsik's living room couch, reading your book, while Jinsik sat across from you, scrolling through his phone. It was one of those lazy afternoons where neither of you had any pressing plans, so you had decided to spend it together, enjoying each other's company.

Jinsik, your boyfriend of nearly six months, was seated on the opposite end of the couch, his legs stretched out, casually leaning against the armrest. Every now and then, you caught yourself stealing glances at him. He was effortlessly handsome. Sometimes, you had to remind yourself that he was real, that this gorgeous guy was actually your boyfriend.

What you didn’t know was that Jinsik often felt the same way about you. Despite your attempts to appear mature and sophisticated, he found you irresistibly cute. Your big, expressive eyes, the way you unconsciously pouted when you were lost in thought, and the soft, feminine way you carried yourself—it all drove him crazy. And as much as he loved when you tried to play the role of the confident, mature girlfriend, he adored the cute side of you even more.

Today, though, Jinsik was in a particularly playful mood. The last few days had been busy for both of you, and now that you finally had some time alone together, he couldn’t resist the urge to tease you. He had been waiting for the right moment, and as you sighed softly, flipping another page of your book, he decided that moment had arrived.

“Hey,” he called out, his tone light and teasing.

You looked up, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“You know,” he began, setting his phone down and leaning forward slightly, “you’re really cute when you’re focused like that.”

You rolled your eyes, closing the book and setting it on the coffee table. “Jinsik, we’ve been over this. You’re the cute one in this relationship. You’re younger, remember? So, by default, that makes you the cute one.”

Jinsik grinned, but instead of backing down like he usually did, he decided to push a little further. “Maybe I’m cute,” he agreed, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re cute too.”

You shook your head, trying to maintain your composure. “Nope. I’m older, so I’m supposed to be mature and sophisticated, not cute.”

“But you are cute,” he insisted, scooting closer to you on the couch. “Like, ridiculously cute. It’s honestly a little unfair.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you refused to give in. “Babe, seriously. You’re not going to win this one. I’m not cute.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying this more than he should. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna win this one,” he said confidently, reaching out to gently poke your side. “You know, the more you deny it, the cuter you look.”

You tried to bat his hand away, but he was quick, dodging your attempt and poking you again, this time on the other side. “Stop that!” you protested, squirming slightly.

“Admit it,” he said, his grin widening. “Admit that you’re cute.”

“No!” you insisted, though your voice was starting to waver as you tried not to laugh.

Jinsik, now fully committed to his playful teasing, reached over and gently grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head as he leaned in close, his face just inches from yours. “Come on,” he coaxed, his voice dropping to a soft, playful whisper. “Just say it. Just once.”

You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “You’re being ridiculous,” you said, trying to sound stern, but the proximity was making it hard to focus.

“Maybe,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “but you’re still cute.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. He was so persistent, so annoyingly charming, that it was impossible not to feel your resolve slipping. But you were determined not to cave. “You’re not going to make me say it,” you declared, though your voice lacked the conviction you were aiming for.

Jinsik’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in even closer, his lips now almost brushing against yours. “Are you sure about that?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t think of anything to say. All you could focus on was how close he was, how his playful grin made your heart race even faster. He was irresistible, and he knew it. Before you could muster a reply, he tilted his head slightly and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek.

Your resolve crumbled entirely. “Okay, fine!” you finally blurted out, your voice breathless. “Maybe I’m a little cute, but just a little.”

Jinsik’s grin widened in triumph. “I knew it,” he said, releasing your wrists and letting his hands slide down to cup your face gently. “And for the record, you’re a lot cute, not just a little.”

You huffed in mock annoyance, but the smile on your face gave you away. “You’re terrible,” you muttered, though there was no real heat in your words.

“And you’re adorable,” he replied, his voice softening as he leaned in to close the distance between you. “And now that we’ve established that…”

Before you could respond, Jinsik kissed you, his lips capturing yours in a slow, tender kiss that made your heart flutter. His hands slipped from your face to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes, he was smiling that same playful, yet affectionate smile that always made your heart skip a beat. “You know,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek, “I love that you’re both cute and mature. It’s one of the many reasons why I’m crazy about you.”

CHOI HYUNWOO

The crisp autumn air was filled with laughter and distant shrieks as you and Hyunwoo walked through the bustling Halloween festival. The event was alive with the energy of costumed people, flickering jack-o'-lanterns, and spooky decorations adorning every corner. The centerpiece of the night was the haunted house—an old, creaky mansion.

You had insisted on going, determined to prove to yourself (and to Hyunwoo) that you could handle it. You wanted to appear fearless, confident, and maybe even a bit daring. But as you stood outside the haunted house, staring up at the looming, ominous structure, you couldn’t deny the nervous flutter in your stomach. Hyunwoo, ever observant, noticed the slight tremble in your hands as your jacket.

Hyunwoo, your boyfriend of several months, was handsome, undeniably so, with an air of arrogance that he wore like a second skin. But despite his teasing and his playful arrogance, you knew he cared for you deeply. Tonight, though, he seemed especially entertained by your attempts to appear brave.

“You’re not scared, are you?” Hyunwoo asked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he noticed the way you kept glancing at the entrance of the haunted house.

“Of course not,” you replied quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly. You straightened your back and tried to keep your voice steady. “It’s just a haunted house. How bad can it be?”

Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow, his smile growing. “Really? Because you look a little pale. You sure you’re not going to scream and cling to me at the first jump scare?”

You shot him a glare, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “I won’t. I’m going to be fine.”

He chuckled, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his tone playful. “But I’m warning you now, if you do get scared and grab onto me, I won’t let you forget it.”

With that, he took your hand—his touch warm and reassuring, despite his teasing words—and led you towards the entrance. The creaky door groaned as it opened, revealing a dark, narrow hallway lined with flickering candles and eerie decorations. You swallowed hard, steeling yourself as you stepped inside, with Hyunwoo right beside you.

The haunted house was immediately unsettling. The sound of distant whispers, the creaking floorboards beneath your feet, and the occasional flicker of shadowy figures darting in and out of view all combined to create an atmosphere of pure tension. You tried to maintain your composure, but every nerve in your body was on high alert.

It didn’t take long for the first scare to happen. A ghostly figure suddenly lunged out from a hidden corner, letting out a bone-chilling wail. Without thinking, you let out a startled yelp and instinctively grabbed onto Hyunwoo’s arm, clinging to him tightly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the adrenaline surging through your veins.

Hyunwoo burst out laughing, clearly amused by your reaction. “Not scared, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “You’re practically shaking, babe.”

You tried to regain your composure, but the haunted house wasn’t giving you a break. More scares came—creepy dolls, sudden loud noises, and eerie figures that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Each time, you found yourself clinging to Hyunwoo, who seemed to be enjoying this far more than he should.

“Woo, stop laughing,” you hissed after a particularly loud scream escaped your lips. “This isn’t funny!”

“It is,” he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. “This is hilarious. You’re so cute when you’re scared.”

You groaned, trying to push away from him, but he kept you close, his grip firm yet comforting. “I’m not cute,” you insisted, though your voice trembled slightly. “I’m just… I’m just startled, that’s all.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, his tone clearly not convinced. “But I gotta say, this is the best part of the night. I should take you to haunted houses more often.”

You would have retorted, but another scare had you burying your face against his chest, your hands gripping his jacket tightly. Hyunwoo’s laughter softened as he held you closer, rubbing your back gently. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice still tinged with humor but also genuine affection. “I’m here. I won’t let anything actually get you.”

Despite his teasing, his presence was incredibly reassuring, and you found yourself relaxing just a little. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled.

“And you’re adorable,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “But don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you if you admit it.”

You lifted your head to glare at him, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way you were still holding onto him. “I’m not admitting anything,” you said stubbornly.

He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Fine, be stubborn. But you can’t deny that you’re clinging to me right now.”

You were about to argue, but you realized he was right. Your hands were still gripping his jacket, and you were pressed against him as if he was your only lifeline in the haunted house. Sighing, you reluctantly let go, though you stayed close to him as you made your way through the rest of the house.

By the time you finally exited the haunted house, you were visibly shaken. The cold night air hit you like a welcome relief, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. Hyunwoo, ever the observer, noticed the way your hands were trembling slightly, and his expression softened.

“Hey,” he said gently, turning to face you. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, though your body was still on edge. “Yeah, just… that was more intense than I expected.”

Hyunwoo’s smug demeanor softened as he reached out, taking both of your hands in his. “You did good,” he said, his voice sincere. “I’m proud of you for making it through. Even if you were scared.”

You pouted slightly, still a little embarrassed by how you had reacted. “You’re going to tease me about this forever, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Oh, definitely. But not because you were scared—because you were so cute trying to be brave.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a soft kiss, his lips warm and reassuring against yours. The kiss was slow and sweet, a stark contrast to the adrenaline-filled moments you’d just experienced. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkling with that familiar, playful light.

“You know I love you, right?” he whispered, his voice soft and affectionate.

You smiled, finally letting go of your stubbornness. “Yeah, I know,” you replied, leaning into him. “I love you too, even if you’re a smug, arrogant tease.”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. “Can’t help it,” he murmured into your hair. “Especially when you’re so irresistible.”

[twinklingstar1ights]

Project Partners

Hyunwoo Summary: You never talked to Hyunwoo before getting assigned to do a project with him. WC:~1k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Hyunwoo was a boy who sat three rows in front of you. That’s all that you could say about him. The two of you never talked before. The only interaction you’ve had with him was accidentally locking eyes with each other.

“Next partners I have are Hyunwoo and y/n,” your teacher announced. Looks like things were about to change. 

Hyunwoo looked back to where you sat three rows behind him. You motioned with your hand that you would move up to join him. You gathered your things and made the short walk over to Hyunwoo’s row. He scooted over to the next seat, so that you could sit down. 

“Hey,” you greeted him. 

“Hi.” He smiled at you warmly. 

“I’m glad we’re partners,” you say. Hyunwoo feels his heart stop for a moment. You were glad to be partners with him? He didn’t think you had any cares about him. “Ah, I just mean I’m glad that I’m partners with you and not someone I don’t even know the name of. I don’t really have any friends in this class,” you further explained. 

Hyunwoo can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up that you might actually be at least a little bit into him. Because he was so into you. Always turning around to look at where you sat three rows back. He always wanted to start some sort of conversation with you, but he didn’t know how. It was oddly nerve wracking for him. Even your accidental eye contacts left him with burning cheeks. However this project was too good of an opportunity to let go to waste. 

“Then let’s change that. I’m Hyunwoo,” he introduced himself. You let out a little laugh. He was one of the few people in class you actually knew the name of. 

“I’m y/n,” you introduced yourself back nonetheless.​​ The rest of class you two spent figuring out how you were gonna do the project. 

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“Hey Hyunwoo,” you say plopping down into the seat next to him. Hyunwoo realizes how much more he likes you sitting beside him rather than sitting three throws back.

“Hey. How’s your day so far?” He dared to make the conversation longer. 

“It’s good. Yours?” you returned. 

“Mine's good too,” he smiled at you.

You both were now busy working on the project. You were busy writing down notes while Hyunwoo was putting the information into slides. It was a very comfortable silence between the two of you as you worked. Occasionally you would stop to ask each other’s opinions. 

“What do you think of the layout for this slide?” Hyunwoo asked you. You put your pen down and scooted closer to Hyunwoo to take a better look at the slide. In the process of this your arm was now resting right against Hyunwoo’s. While you didn’t seem to notice the sudden skinship Hyunwoo definitely did. Your touch brought electricity to his skin. It made it hard for him to focus on what you were saying. It didn’t really help his case that afterwards you left your arm resting against his. He didn’t want to be delusional, but there was no way you didn’t know about your arms touching right? He decided to test the waters by gently tapping his fingers against the back of your hand. His face stayed glued to the screen of the slides while his eyes peeked sideways to see your reaction. 

The moment you feel Hyunwoo’s fingers tap against your hand a smile creeps its way onto your face. Because yes your arm did accidentally meet his, but you purposefully left it there. You enjoyed the warmth of his skin against yours. It made your heart dance. You returned the action, drumming your own fingers against the back of his hand. You turn your head to the side and catch Hyunwoo’s gaze. The pair of you sheepishly smile at one another. A light shade of pink dusting both of your cheeks. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was presentation day for your projects and you were a nervous wreck. You hated presenting, it was one of the worst possible things for you to do. Your nerves couldn’t settle as you bounced your leg anxiously. 

“Are you alright?” Hyunwoo asked you.

“No,” you laughed. “I hate presenting. It stresses me out so bad,” you say. Your hand finds its way to Hyunwoo’s and you interlace your fingers with his. You weren’t even fully conscious that you did. You were just trying to find a source of comfort. Hyunwoo was very much aware of this action as he stared at your hand holding his. He doesn’t say anything about it though. He simply locks his fingers with yours. 

“What if I forget how to speak? I could totally forget how to speak,” you rambled.

“I’ll take care of most of the speaking, ok? I’ll be up there with you, don't worry,” he comforted you. 

It was time for you and Hyunwoo to present and you were feeling your nerves spike as the two of you walked to the front of the classroom. The two of you got set up. You can feel yourself shaking and all you can do is pray that your classmates don’t notice. That’s when you feel something brush against your pinky. You turn to look and see that Hyunwoo has wrapped his own pinky around yours. He gives you an encouraging nod. You got this. 

“Did I do ok?” you asked once you got back to your seats. 

“You did great,” he told you. 

“Thanks,” you tell him. 

“No problem,” he replied. 

“I was talking about holding my pinky,” you clarified. 

“Oh.” A blush creeped up his neck. “That was no problem too,” he shyly smiled. 

“I liked it,” you state. 

“I like you,” he confessed. It certainly wasn’t how he planned to confess, but it just naturally came out. Now you’re the one with a blush creeping up your neck. 

“Me too, I like you too,” you confessed back. Yours and Hyunwoo’s hands found each other again, resting intertwined on his lap. Safe to say even now that the project was complete you and Hyunwoo continued to sit beside each other.

a/n: I was wondering what to post for my first work on this account. Then I had a dream with Hyunwoo in it, so I took that as my answer lol.

@chiiyuuvv I did it!

[peachesyeo]

obsession ── hyunwoo perfect

💌 parings: boyfriend!hyunwoo x clueless!fem!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: mentions of manipulation and gaslight, almost no plot. lowercase intended. 💌 word count: 0.3k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

"baby!" you looked up from your books, as your boyfriend choi hyunwoo pulled out the chair next to you, kissing your cheek as he sat down beside you. "sorry for being late, the boys needed to go through the choreography for one more time."

"it's okay, i've been busy too." you smiled. the both of you had arranged to meet at the library for a study date, and hyunwoo reached for his books in his bag, pulling out the practice papers that he had prepared earlier. "how was your day so far?"

your face fell as you thought about the fight between you and your best friend. ever since you went out with hyunwoo, she has been unhappy with him. she told you that hyunwoo gaslighted and manipulated you for quite a while, and you were upset. 

to you, hyunwoo is the perfect boyfriend. he is handsome and kind, he respects your decisions and is also well-liked among your classmates. well, except for your best friend.

"did you fight with sohee again?" hyunwoo sighed, taking your hand into his. you gave him a sad smile. "i don't know why she has so much against you, oppa." you said sadly. "and the others... have been leaving me out of a lot of activities." "it's okay. you have me by your side." hyunwoo pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing them against your cool skin gently. you blushed a little at his actions, and he smiled. "you can depend on me, baby."

"thank you, oppa." you said. hyunwoo flicked your nose lovingly. "anything for you, baby."

that's right. depend on him. only depend on him. hyunwoo's eyes traveled to the top of your head. why do you need friends, when you have him?

he wants your attention to be on him. only on him. your smile, your eyes, your... everything, it all belongs to hyunwoo and hyunwoo only. 

you belong to him.

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[chiiyuuvv]

• WORD COUNT — 233 • TAGLIST — @hyunukitty , @cake1box

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — id prefer no one requests something like this for a different member, since this was supposed to be actually written (not bullet points) but i lose motivation, but this was also a really good idea.. (hope that makes sense)

But if you still request i ask that you give me a small idea that i can base everything on, since im milked dry 😓

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Bestfriend!hyunwoo who had a massive crush on you that was oh so obvious

Bestfriend!hyunwoo who kisses you when he thinks your asleep, a stuttering mess as he apologizes for doing something withour consent, but is shut up with another kiss.

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who's feeling clinger than usual, melting at your whiny "whatt" as he pushes you to your bed as he can crawl on top of you

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who bats away your phone so you only have your attention on him

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who wants kisses, but is red when you flip him over, having a very heated makeout session when your parents call

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who is still red when you return, his heart skipping beats when you kiss his cheek, telling him you're going to cook dinner

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo who wants to feed you instead, melting when you happily open your mouth and take his food

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo who wants to say "i love you" while hes resting on your lap, your hands going through his hair as his sparkly eyes flutter shut

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo who waits for you to fall asleep, giving you your goodnight kiss before whispering the three words, along with anything and everything he loves about you

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo whos shocked when you say it back, revealing, again, you're still awake

"You should really check to see if im sleeping or not." You say, quipped with a hug and giggle

[bro-atz]

seven minutes is all it takes [bro's 500 — hyunwoo]

[forced proximity, smut, college!au, hyunwoo/afab!reader]

requested by: 🐱

word count: 1.7k

content: smut, kissing, frenching, seven minutes in heaven, it's a college party but no mentions of alcohol, lowkey ft. 04 line, closet sex, quickie, hyunwoo's lowkey a bit vulgar, completely consensual!

You weren’t really one for college parties, honestly. You only decided to show up because your best friend insisted you accompany him because he was tired of going to these kinds of parties alone, and he kept whining about it, so to get him to shut up, you finally said yes. Plus, he lured you with the fact that the guy you had a teeny tiny crush on, Hyunwoo, was going to be there. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t play a huge role in the deciding factor.

And honestly, the party wasn’t so bad at first. Then, you all decided to play spin the bottle.

“Alright, folks, here are the rules. First time the bottle lands on you, it’s just a kiss. Second time it lands on you, it’s frenching. Third time it lands on you, it’s seven minutes in heaven,” the host explained.

“So it doesn’t matter who spins it? It’s just how many times it lands on you?” your friend clarified.

“Correct, Jinsik. And since you were so brave to ask the question, you may spin the bottle first.”

“Fuck you, Sumin,” Jinsik said with a frown as he took the bottle.

Of course the bottle had to land on you first. Jinsik, who was sitting right next to you, slowly moved towards you, but you just wanted to get it over with. Kissing your best friend? Easy. You kissed him quickly and turned back to the circle.

“Alright, so since I’m spinning the bottle, I don’t have to french anyone yet, do I?” you asked Sumin.

“Yep. Go for it, Y/N."

You spun the bottle, and it landed on Hyunwoo, your heart immediately beating faster, and when you made eye contact with him, you felt like you could pass out on the spot. Hyunwoo got on all fours and leaned towards you, and in response, you offered him a quick kiss the exact same way you kissed Jinsik, not because you wanted to, but because you feared your heart would stop if you kissed him for any longer.

“Hyunwoo, your turn,” Jinsik said while subtly kneeing you, making you slap his knee.

Hyunwoo’s spin landed on a girl you had never met before, and when he kissed her, he definitely kissed her longer than the two of you kissed, making you slightly— no, that’s an understatement— extremely jealous. In fact, you were so in your own head about it that you didn’t realize the bottle had landed on you.

“Ooh, Sumin, looks like you gotta french Y/N!”

Your eyes widened upon hearing that. You looked at Sumin, who had a faint blush on his face, your heart fluttering slightly. Since you both were sitting across from each other, you both had to move forward. Sumin reached for your face and cupped your cheek as you kissed over the bottle, his tongue brushing against yours briefly. You felt your face and body flush with heat as the kiss ended shortly thereafter, the two of you returning to your spots.

It was your turn again, and when you spun the bottle, it landed on Hyunwoo— talk about luck— and since it was his second kiss, you had to french kiss him as well. You had to suppress the smile on your face as you leaned towards your crush. Hyunwoo decided to go a different route than Sumin did on top of that, and instead of holding your face, he held the back of your head, his tongue pushing into your mouth intensely, your body getting hotter by the second; and when the kiss finally ended after what felt like an eternity, you returned to your spot dazed out of your goddamn mind. So dazed, in fact, that you didn’t hear the teasing of the rest of the people in the circle, and you, for once, did not retaliate when Jinsik nudged you with his knee.

Hyunwoo didn’t need to be told to spin— he was very much on top of things after that kiss. He spun the bottle, and it slowly, but surely, landed on you.

“Into the closet, you two,” Sumin told the two of you with the biggest grin on his face.

Next thing you knew, Hyunwoo was pressed up against you in the small dorm room closet, his hands pinning you against the shelves. He was looking at you with an intensity that made every single nerve in your body scream for him, your hopes starting to go up slightly.

“Y/N,” Hyunwoo breathed out, his breath hot and heavy. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

“God, yes, please,” you found yourself saying.

A brief smile crossed Hyunwoo's face before he leaned in and kissed you again. It wasn't the same intensity as before, but it was a different kind, as if he was trying to savor every single second with you in that closet. After all, you only had seven minutes.

"Be honest with me," he whispered in between kisses. "Do you want to... Go further?"

You hummed against his lips, hoping that would be enough verbal consent for him because you did not want to stop kissing him; his lips were delectable, and you could not get enough of them. Pulling a condom out of his back pocket, you heard Hyunwoo tear it open as he kissed you more and more, the back of your head hitting the shelves. Your hands, which were on his shoulders, slid down his chest and stomach until you got to the waistband of his pants, your hands tugging them down impatiently.

“You really wanna fuck me, huh?” Hyunwoo commented teasingly.

“You have no idea,” you responded, your true feelings starting to surface.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck you, too.”

You looked at him, eyes wide. After he rolled the condom on, he locked eyes with you, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants and tugging them down, your pants falling to your ankles.

“R-Really?”

“You’re one hell of a kisser, Y/N. That kiss earlier got me really fucking hard.”

Just hearing how vulgar your crush was being with you in that moment turned you on more than anything— he seemed so sweet and nice during class, so to be able to see this side of him drove you up the walls, and it certainly did not help when you felt his hand grip your waist with such urgency. He lifted up your leg and wrapped it around his waist before rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds, your arousal starting to drip as he did so before he slipped his cock inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you bit back a moan as you realized you and Hyunwoo may have been in a closet, but that closet was anything but soundproof.

“You’re so tight and warm, Y/N…” Hyunwoo sighed as his cock fit all the way inside you. “You feel amazing.”

Now that he was fully inside you, Hyunwoo held the back of your neck with one hand and slipped the one that was on your waist under your shirt and under your bra to massage your breast. You oh so badly wanted to moan loudly because, fuck, his cock felt so right filling you up, but you seriously did not want to endure the teasing of your best friend. Hyunwoo seemed to have the same thought process because he immediately kissed you the second your lips parted, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His kiss this time around was even more intense— maybe it was because of the fact that he was slowly rocking his hips into yours as well— making you want to melt right there in his arms.

When he sped up, your body felt like it was on fire. Your entire body moved with his every thrust, your hands gripping his shoulders and hair for dear life. He was grunting in between every single kiss, the vibration from his lips making yours tingle, giving you a level of stimulation you never thought you needed.

At some point, Hyunwoo lifted your other leg and was barely able to sit you down on one of the shelves, giving him slightly more room to ram his waist into yours, his cock repeatedly rubbing against your G-spot in this new angle. To make matters more erotic for you, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and started leaving dark hickeys and bite marks along your shoulder and collarbones.

“F-Fuck, Hyunwoo,” you whined, your voice starting to get a little loud. “I’m almost there.”

“Me too,” Hyunwoo whispered while grunting, his pace slowing down at a gradual pace. “Cum with me, babe."

Hearing that word leave his lips in reference to you did it for you. Your lips clashed with his as he thrust into you one last time, his ropes of cum filling up the condom while your cunt pulsated around his cock, the two of you shuddering while clinging to each other.

“Shit, you got tighter when you came,” Hyunwoo let out a slightly sardonic laugh. “I’m hard again.”

“Seven minutes is not enough...” you muttered to yourself.

“Then how about this—” Hyunwoo started, only for Sumin to holler from the other side of the door and interrupt his sentence.

“Thirty seconds guys!”

You and Hyunwoo hurriedly got dressed, Hyunwoo tying the condom up and slipping it into one of his pockets discreetly while the two of you did your level best to look as if nothing happened between the two of you to avoid the ragging from your friends. And thankfully, the two of you looked like practically nothing happened when Sumin whipped the door open, the cheerful look from his face dropping immediately.

“You both are so boring,” he pouted. “You didn’t do anything.”

Pressing your lips together, you did your best to not reveal the truth to the boy, Hyunwoo shaking his head nonchalantly and returning to the circle. Jinsik looked at you with the tiniest bit of pity in his eyes, but the second you sat down next to him, his eyes immediately widened— he caught sight of the hickeys. You tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late.

“Sumin, they totally did something! There are hickeys on her shoulder!” Jinsik said loudly.

“No fucking way! Did you two do it?!” Sumin whipped his head around to look at Hyunwoo.

“I’m not one to kiss and tell… What about you, babe?" Hyunwoo asked with a slight wink, making your entire body flush with warmth.

“Nope,” you responded with a small smile. “Me neither.”

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[lil-elle]

Chances Taken

group: xikers

pair: hyunwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, mild angst, classmates to lovers, crushes

word count: 1.6k

content: a kiss ♡

a/n: repost !!

Hyunwoo carefully untangles the ribbon on the small pink box in his hands and removes the lid, revealing the shiny silver anklet he'd bought just for you. Jewellery was way too much for a Valentines gift for a CRUSH, he knows that, but the moment he saw those charms glisten as he walked past the window of the jewellery store, he just couldn't help it.

He carefully closes the box back up, tying the ribbon back up as neatly as it was before and placing it with utmost care onto his bedroom desk. He flops back onto his bed, a smile on his face so wide his eyes have practically disappeared as his mind conjures up all sorts of daydreams of how you might react to his gift. He almost slaps himself at the picture of you in his mind blushing, telling him you like him back. That's when he decides its time for bed, but even after settling down in his pyjamas, lights off, his nerves forbid him from sleeping.

As he walks to school the next day, the jewellery box tucked securely into his bag and his own heartbeat ringing in his ears, he comes to the realisation that he's basically confessing to you today. If his gift were chocolates or flowers or something else cliché, he could easily just give the gift and pass it off as 'It's Valentines day! So I wanted to give you something nice!'

His gift being one that almost drained his bank account made passing it off like that not so easy.

His eyes never failed to wander to your desk as he entered the classroom, today being no different. If anything, his eyes are glued to the desk, searching for any sign that someone else may have had similar plans of leaving a gift. He breathes a sigh of relief at your empty desk before sitting down at his own and pulling out a pen and some paper. His cheeks prickle with heat as he writes a note that reads:

"I really really like you. Like really really really like you. I have a gift for you, for Valentines day. Please meet me on the rooftop at the end of the day."

The way he giggles to himself as he read over the note makes him glad he arrived so early today, leaving him alone in the classroom. He knows that everything about this is cliché, but the thought of meeting you up there and confessing all he feels makes his body feel like it has electricity running through it. He carefully folds the paper and presses the note face down on your desk before making himself comfortable at his own desk and waiting for people to arrive. His mind can't stop running through millions of scenarios and he buries his brightly blushing face into his hands as his feet fidget impatiently.

The day passes too fast yet too slow at the same time and as the final bell rings, he bounds up the school stairs to the rooftop, almost tripping at least 3 times. He throws the door open to see the deserted rooftop. "She's not here.." he thinks, stepping out and watching as all the students filter through the school gates, excited to finally go home. "I'll wait." He sits cross legged on the ground, placing his bag next to him as he holds his chin in his hand and watches the people down below. Freshly formed and well established couples are both mingling too, after all, it's Valentines day. His eyes wander through all the people he sees, taking everything in as his mind continues to race with every passing moment that you don't show up. He notices one couple kissing at the gates and he quickly averts his eyes as the image of you begins to form in his head once again, his face turning tomato red for about the 90th time today.

Minutes pass and eventually there are only a few scattered people making their way out of the gates. The school is practically empty at this point and he can feel his eyes sting as he sighs and picks himself up off of the ground. Hoisting his bag over his shoulder, he makes his way through the door and down the school steps again, eventually ending up in the hallway where his classroom is right before the entrance. Suddenly someone barrels into the side of him and they almost tumble to the ground until he grabs their waist to steady them.

"Woah are you...oka-" without warning, you're looking up at him with those beautiful eyes he's always adored. What's worse? He's holding your waist, body practically pressed up to his as if you two were slow dancing. KABOOM. All at once his heart is racing, his whole body is on fire and he can barely think straight, your hands resting against his chest as you look up at him with puppy eyes.

"S-sorry, I have to get going!" He can't help but notice a red tint on your own face as well as you pull yourself away from him and begin rushing up the stairs. "The stairs to the roof..." he thinks to himself as you disappear from his sight.

Without hesitation, he runs after you, pushing open the door to see your beautiful figure standing solemnly on the rooftop. The setting sun has painted the sky with a golden colour the reflects down onto the world below, making you look especially gorgeous in his eyes. You whip your head around at the sound of the door opening and your eyes meet his. "Oh...it's you, you scared me." You awkwardly chuckle.

"H-Hyunwoo..." he stutters as the door closes behind him.

"Pfft- I know your name silly, you're in my class." Your cheeks hold a pink tint as you step towards him, making his breath catch in his throat and his heart pick up again.

"Oh um...it's a little cliché," you carefully take out a piece of paper from your pocket, the piece of paper that he wrote the note on, "someone left me this note confessing and telling me to meet them here...but there's no one here." You place the note back in your pocket and chuckle awkwardly. "I must've taken too long I suppose...but maybe it's better this way anyway." He takes a step towards you, listening intently. His heart beats hard at your words.

"Better this way?" He questions. A guilty expression appears on your face.

"Yeah well...I was going to reject them..." A sad smile sits on your face, an expression that makes his heart sting. What stings more though, are the words that just came from your mouth. You look down at the ground but he can still see your ears poking through your hair, bright red. "I like someone else...."

With an exasperated sigh he sinks to the ground, resting his back against the door. His heart aches and he clenches his jaw to keep tears from spilling over, he'll save the crying for when he's at home alone. You look up and rush over, kneeling in front of him. "Woah, hey, are you okay?"

Hanging his head, he mumbles, "I wrote that note."

"W-what..?"

He looks into your eyes, the colour of his cheeks proving what he was saying. "I like you. I really, really like you..." Your hand flies up over your mouth, feeling guilty for what you'd done. At least, that's what he thought until your whole face turned a very bright shade of red, brighter than he's ever seen on you. From behind your hand, he can hear a few muffled words that make his whole brain stop working.

"Y-you're the one...I like..."

Somehow, tears threaten to spill over his eyes even more than they did before and he quickly rustles through his bag for the jewellery box, handing it to you gently, his eyes watching you carefully as if afraid to miss any expression you make. Your small hands timidly take the box and his eyes trace your fingers as you untie the ribbon. Removing the lid, you gasp at the anklet, stars in your eyes as you delicately pick it up and observe it. Neither of you are able to utter a single word as you look into his eyes excitedly before shifting to sit cross legged and wrapping the beautiful silver around your ankle. You choke out a giggle followed by a single tear.

His eyes stay glued to your ankle, something about the girl he's longed for wearing something he gave to her, like a confirmation that she's his, makes his fingers and heart tingle. He lays his fingertips on your cheek, gently wiping the tear from your skin and you look back at him. There's no longer a smile on his face, just an immense amount of love and adoration in his eyes as he takes in the woman in front of him, as if he's lost all his shyness in this moment. His eyes flicker down to your lips, curved in a sweet smile and his fingers on your cheek become his whole palm, cupping your face. His heart rate reaches a new high as his eyes go back up to meet yours, only to see that they're shut, as if giving him permission to do what he was thinking. Before he hesitates, he leans forward, placing the softest, briefest kiss on your lips. A kiss you could've convinced yourself never happened from how quick and light it was. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his half-lidded eyes and his face redder than the dusk sky.

Hyunwoo was always someone in class that chatted a lot, never running out of things to say or stories to share. But now, it seems as if he can't find a single word.

[xhikers]

hi! do you think you could write a hyunwoo imagine? it’s okay if not :)

like a rockstar - c.hw

pairing- choi hyunwoo (xikers) × reader

synopsis- you have had a crush on hyunwoo for forever and when you go to his bands show, something unexpected happens!

warnings- one use of y/n (sawryy), Imk if i missed anything! (lowercase intended)

word count- 1k

notes- this was a struggle Imaooo sorry it took forever and thanks for requesting!! i had no idea what to make the title so i just named it after a chase atlantic song💀 that's why it doesn't make sense lol

choi hyunwoo has always been popular. it was most likely due to the fact that he is the keyboard player and vocalist of a well liked band at your school, or maybe it was just because most of your classmates found him and his bandmates to be very good looking. now, you wouldn’t admit this to anyone, especially your friends, but you were one of these people. your heart skipped a beat every time you saw hyunwoo in the hallway or you went to see his band perform, which was every time you could. 

     you were walking through the hallways of your high school, backpack hanging over your shoulder as you passed the large peg board. as you passed it, you noticed a new poster hanging there. the neck of an electric guitar took up the majority of the paper, the poster was advertising hyunwoos bands next show. you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and snapped a photo of the poster, saving the date written at the bottom in the back of your mind as you continued to walk to your class.

     you made it into your classroom just before the bell rang. as you sat down at your desk in the back of the classroom, you looked ahead at the desks closer to the front of the room. the first person your eyes found was of course, hyunwoo. this class, history, was the only one that you shared with him. 

     you watched him talk with his friends casually before your teacher finally walked into the room and began to teach. you pulled your notes out of your backpack, staring at the back of hyunwoo’s head until you had to continue taking notes. 

     you continued this routine up until the day of hyunwoos bands concert. your mom had taken the car to the grocery store so you were only left with your bike. as you walked out into your garage to find said bike, you could barely remember the last time you had used it. you must have been ten years old. luckily, you hadn’t gotten too big for the the bike considering the fact that you hadn’t grown too much since you were around that age. you hopped onto the bike, headphones in your ears blasting loud music. 

     the map on your phone led you to a local cafe that you recognized after you entered the address you found on the poster days before. you parked your bike by the side of the building before slipping into the door. it seemed like the concert had already started as the band was playing. the lead singer, jinsik was singing while hyunwoo was playing his keyboard. the other members of the band, sumin, minjae, and junghoon were playing lead guitar, rhythm guitar and bass respectively.

     you made your way to the back of the crowd, trying to avoid bringing too much attention to yourself. your eyes were glued to hyunwoo for the entire show. you admired him as he played with a smile on his face the entire time.

     after the concert ended, you decided to order a drink at the counter of the cafe. you walked up to the woman behind the counter and ordered your usual drink at this specific cafe. you grabbed your drink from the lady with a smile and turned around looking down at your phone. you were surprised when you made contact with someone’s chest. 

     “oh my goodness i’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, inspecting the strangers shirt for any sign of spilled coffee. after you had confirmed with yourself that their shirt was still in fact dry, you managed to look up at the person’s face only to find that he wasn’t a stranger at all. it was hyunwoo, the exact person you came here to see. after you saw his face, you couldn’t even manage an apology out of your mouth. luckily he beat you to it. 

     “sorry! i should have been paying more attention…” he said, awkwardly scratching his head. 

  “yeah i’m sorry too.” you nodded at him as your grip on your drink tightened. you were about to walk away from the obviously tense atmosphere before he stopped you. 

     “you’re in my history class right? with mr. kim?” he said looking at you. 

     you couldn’t believe this. he knew who you were. 

     “yeah…” you replied quietly, still in shock that he had recognized you. 

     “your name is y/n right?” he asked walking towards the stage an motioning for you to follow him. he must have seen the look of shock on your face because he said

 “sorry if that’s weird, i’ve just seen you around and-” 

     “it’s not weird” you replied quickly. “ i just didn’t think you knew me”

     “why’d you think that?” 

     “i don’t know. i guess because we’ve never talked before.” you looked back at him as he cleaned up the stage.

     “i’ve actually been meaning to.” he responded, looking away from all of the chaos on the stage and down at you. 

     “really?” you said, beyond shocked. ten minutes ago you didn’t think that he even knew that you existed. 

     “yeah! i mean, i’ve seen you around at school and even at a few of our shows before and you seem pretty cool.”

     “oh wow…”

     “i mean you can totally say no, but maybe we could hang out sometime? you seem really nice and stuff so it could be fun!” 

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing! was the choi hyunwoo asking you on a date? 

     “that sounds great!” you responded, showing the boy your bright smile as you did. 

     “good! i’ll get your number at school, okay?” 

     “sure! i’ll see you then.” you said as you walked out out of the coffee shop heading back to your old bike. as you made your way back to your house, the only thing you could think about was the conversation you had just had with hyunwoo. the more you thought about it, the less real it felt. for the first time in years you were actually excited for school the next day.

[sminiac]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— Homesick | 02. Uncertainties

⋆ xikers Hyung-Line + Choreographer!Reader

Synopsis — Signing a fixed term-contract with KQ Ent. Comes with a promise of more opportunities and exposure for your work. You hustle to exceed your own limitations by creating choreography for xikers next comeback as requested, the only problem is you’ve never been this far away from home before, and with hard work comes burnouts in hand. Fortunately, the form of comfort closest to you is the five oldest of the group.

Warnings — Confrontation, lil bit of arguing… :b

➪ Series Master-list

“No you’re definitely an idiot for that.”

Mingi’s hunched over the stovetop, laughing unabashedly to himself as he glides the thick cut of steak around the bath of melted butter and herbs that the cast iron skillet holds, so distracted that he doesn’t feel the sharp narrow of your eyes puncturing at the back of his head, not necessarily finding the same humour in your situation that has him snorting so loud you can hear it over the hot crackling sound in front of him.

Another week added to your tally of three, and the Minjae situation was still biting you in the ass.

Slumping further into your own pity-party thrown at the sleek island that overlooks the entirety of his kitchen you can feel the heat continually rise throughout your face the more details you drop, you can’t place where it comes from exactly, but there’s one too many options that shouldn’t be there.

“But it wasn’t just me, that’s the issue here Big-head-gi! It just… feels like I’m the one cushioning our fall even though it was a conjoint effort.”

You like Minjae, at least the most any sane person in your place would, but the more you questioned why you played along to begin with the harder it becomes to understand.

Breaking and chipping away at your problems was never an issue back home, but neither was becoming intimate with clients, during work hours nonetheless, but to dig and ponder was deemed excessive due to your profound understanding of self, close friends had mentioned it being both a ‘blessing and a curse’ but you never understood what they meant by curse until now.

The more you search, the more incoherent and foolish the explanations become, almost stagnant. It’s hard to say that you wish to be back home, in your bedroom, when you’re quite literally doing something so many people can only dream of, but the comfort of your bed, your family, seemed far more welcoming than whatever this is now.

Mingi was obviously not your first pick for help, but your people get so caught up in life, different time zones, scheduled events clashing head on even with so much preparation, which is why you’re sat on an uncomfortable chair that’s more for aesthetics than it is for practicality as he cooks up his post-gym meal instead of lounging on his ridiculously nice couch together and talking about life like usual.

When you’d first seen the massive thing that took up most of his living space you immediately thought of how stupid the purchase was, completely neglecting the fact that he’s an idol, which means he has idol money.

The place is big enough for there to be some distance put between the two of you for privacy reasons, even more with how frequently he’s over at Yunho’s, sometimes it makes you wonder why the two men didn’t just move in together, but it gave you a roof over your head and a good decompressing conversation or two whenever he popped in so it wasn’t your biggest concern.

When the rules had been laid out for better functionality and use of his place Mingi may have been a little stressed, it had been a long time since he’s been in contact with you, or even seen you in person and not just in clips of your dance classes posted to instagram, and people change, luckily though, things quickly became familiar again the more you interacted, by the day it feels like the two of you are bonding more and more over the beginning stages of your careers and how intertwined they were.

Mingi’s laughter eases out, the faint wash of sound from the movie he put on makes its way into the air along with the fragrant smell of the sirloin that’s washed in another round of butter that he spoons over it, you can tell he’s not completely used to living by himself after having seven roommates for years, but he’s older now, you are too, maybe it’s just something you have to get used to.

He impatiently shifts his weight from one foot to his other during his finishing motions over the heat of the orange grates, softly hissing to himself as he attempts to stretch through the tender pull of his muscles.

His large shoulders pitch up, redirecting your attention back to him, as if you can see his face his lips purse to really highlight his cluelessness. “Well what are the boys saying about you now? Not anything mean, right?” He catches you off guard with that one since you left the room without a minute to waste once quit time was called, it was impossible to continue to hang around like the guys asked you to knowing what Hyunwoo saw, and the invites to join them during their breaks continued to be declined.

Mingi’s shameless when it comes to how quickly he stresses for you, he finds that it’s unavoidable, innate, who else will worry for you here if he doesn’t? Especially from the silence he’s met with when placing the skillet down and turning the heat off before turning around to face you, you sit there with a blank stare at the shiny surface of his marble countertop, the nail of your thumb repeatedly pokes into your bottom lip whilst internally trying to fish out any convincing reason as to why you don’t know.

The skins red, irritated from how blunt it is.

“Y/n—”

“Do you think they’re saying bad things about me?” You blurt out, your hand pulling away.

His brows settle into the centre of his face, a puppy-like tilt to his head at the failure to grasp what you’re trying to say. He rests back against the counter, pretty much sitting on top of it due to his luck with genetics, a look on his face that urges you to keep talking.

“Well, Hyunwoo didn’t seem like he was going to tell any higher ups from the way he was talking, but he could’ve very well told the rest of the guys.” You explain.

“That’s probably not—”

“If he told them won’t they start acting weird around me? ‘Oh there’s our choreographer who’s supposed to help us improve for our next album that also made out with our leader and got caught like an idiot’ how do i answer to that? How does anyone?”

Mingi allows you to keep rambling, feeding into your own worries, pulling at completely nonsensical possibilities one after the other. He doesn’t know Choi Hyunwoo very well, or really at all, the most he knows is his birthday, his hometown, his face and a really niche fact about him that no one else can say from the top of their head, but that’s only because he does that for everyone he knows. What he’s sure of though, absolutely certain of, is that Hyunwoo would not out you to their CEO or any person of control over your stay in Korea, so he lets you go on and on and on until there’s nothing left to say.

By the time there’s a little left to say and not even a vague idea of how to say it his serving of steak and white rice are polished off, even having so much time to prepare two hot cups of tea for you and himself. He gently places the cup down in front of you with a closed-mouth smile, one that resembles a dreadfully sympathetic mom. “I don’t know if you’ll take my advice into consideration since you’re really dramatic, yet still so self aware? like to the point where it’s kind of annoying, but it doesn’t seem like you’re invested in him romantically, so a little kissing won’t do you any harm.”

You take in what he has to say because the thought of turning it away and shielding his words with your back wasn’t fair. Your hand raises up over your eyes, pauses, and then drops over the bridge of your nose with an irritated whine as your eyes squeeze shut to keep the frustrated tears from rolling down your face. “What kind of advice is that? You guys are idol’s ‘gi, it does do harm, an unbelievable amount of harm!” It’s easy to be careless, but the aftermath never exactly came with a big warning sign.

A deep hum clears from his chest, sipping slightly at his cup before he places it beside yours with a fleeting grimace at the bitterness covering his tongue.

“Okay, well, you didn’t let me finish? but i literally mean it won’t do you any harm. Minjae’s getting intimate with you which means he likes you, he’s Hyunwoo’s hyung, and Hyunwoo’s a big softy for his members. All I’m saying is he wouldn’t take you out of the picture when you’re making Minjae act the way he does.” There’s another sip from his cup, it’s small, and then he pulls it away from his mouth before contemplating about continuing to drink it until he’s knocking back the cup and drinking down as much as he can. Hongjoong did say that it’s effects were much better than the taste.

“Which is?” You ask.

“Stupid, obviously, but happy. You’re in the clear Y/n, especially if the choreo you’re working on for them is as sick as I hear it is. They want to excel on stage? You’re their best bet.”

Okay, maybe confiding in Mingi wasn’t a total lost cause. Shockingly enough, he had quite a lot to add on to his unintentional —but very much needed— confidence boost, by the end of it he helped you realize that you weren’t actually on the cusp of being kicked out of his apartment by KQ, going dead broke, and your contract being prematurely terminated all at once.

The only issue you had stood with the youngest of the five, and how you’d reconcile over a problem that wasn’t personal in the slightest? You don’t know, and your hardheadedness never made for an easy agreement.

That was where Mingi’s helpfulness started falling short, it also made him consider writing down every tidbit about his juniors that he can from now on.

The most he could proffer to you was keep the courage flowing, but the illusion of self-confidence didn’t quite convey with the strength and intensity you intended to achieve in such little time, or else Junmin wouldn’t be choking back his nerves whilst asking: “Are- uh, are you okay?” As he pokes gently into the side of your arm. He doesn’t talk loudly, fearing it may be out of turn, but he struggles with pushing his concern aside when you look so wrapped up in your head, he wonders if maybe it’s just his age shining through because he can’t convince himself entirely that it’s none of his business when you look so troubled.

He knows that you aren’t the loudest in the group which he’s sure is because of how fresh you are to the industry, albeit second-handedly from what he knows, but you aren’t as silent as a mouse either, this is where he starts to become unsure, but if he were to guess it’s because of how frequently you worked with different people who strive for the same level of talent you exude as to why you’re able to maintain a surface level relationship with your students but lack a little in connecting on a person level.

It shouldn’t be looked into that deep, he almost thinks it’s an invasion of privacy, but he just can’t shake the ephemeral interactions you had with him or the guys, how cute he thinks you act even if it’s through a detail lacking description from his members. Still, the smile you greeted them with when walking into their dorm strained your cheeks, he could see the way they twitched, struggling to uphold the expression; it was right then when he knew something about your day had shifted your mood completely before agreeing to come over for dinner, another thing that nagged at him was the timeframe between both your absence and your return wasn’t very long, and from what he knows you don’t have many friends around the area, wherever you’re staying, or maybe even in general.

He’s pushing it, and you remain unmoving for a minute longer, eyes on the tv, so still that he wonders if you even heard him. He tries to keep a neutral face as he scoots closer to you so no-one behind the two of you can see his face from the couch, but Minjae’s too alert for his own good that his eyes pull from the bickering taking place adjacent of him and redirects a little too quickly to the back of your head. Originally he just wanted to see your reaction to the silly argument, but his smile flattens seeing the way Junmin’s mouth opens but no sound comes out from how quickly you look over to him.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m good.” You say, your lips purse as you smile again. To Junmin it’s anything but a genuine answer because it’s the same exact look that you had when walking in, to Minjae it’s an approach to cracking the shell you seem to put yourself back in every time you aren’t performing.

Junmin’s heartbeat is so fast that it vibrates throughout his whole chest, he never was the best for small talk, but he nods, clearing you to look away as he eyes your knee that his hand is close to, his own knee even closer that whenever you move it bumps into him. If he was to offer a comforting touch would you allow it? He can’t bring himself to ask in fear of being laughed at.. but you always touched them when adjusting their posture during practice, telling them it was fine, that they were doing good, would it be fine if he did the same, what would the difference be?

A warmth of body heat that isn’t your own covers the inside of your leg, just under your knee.

You look down at his hand as it unsteadily almost hovers over you due to how unsure he is.

Junmin’s never tried harder in his life to keep a dorky grin from getting the best of him when you silently grab at him, digging under the tips of his fingers and running against his skin until they’re resting in the empty space, tugging him closer into your side so your hands can rest comfortably between your legs. He likes it, not having an emptiness there, your fingers fit so perfectly with his and you’re actually holding it back, there’s a grip and not a flimsy, forced endurance of his affection.

All he can really hope for is that you’re finding some kind of distraction, or at the very least a bit of relief from your fret.

Minjae watches the both of you like a hawk, making sure Junmin doesn’t push into things too fast, that you’re deciding things for yourself and not the enjoyment of others.

Trying to subtly get a better angle he unknowingly adjusts himself directly into Yechan’s personal space, the closer his head inches the more possible it becomes to knock directly into the youngest. Yechan tries to further lean his way out, but the arm rest keeps him locked in the small space.

“Okay!” He shouts, moving swiftly he leans his weight onto the couch and swings his feet up and over to meet the floor. He does a little spin as he pushes himself up, one that’s flashy enough to catch everyone’s attention and startle Minjae out from his trance. “the longer I sit here the hungrier I’m getting, so… time to eat?” His thumb juts out pointing back towards the kitchen.

Hyunwoo doesn’t take long before he nods silently from the crowd, hoping to separate himself from the angel on his shoulder and its bothersome nag about his morals and the unfair treatment you’re receiving. He can’t continue to let himself dwell on the complicated situation for much longer, one that continues to gain momentum by the way Junmin rests his head on top of yours or he knows his mouth will start running away from him in minutes.

This wasn’t a matter for his youngest members to concern themselves with. You are adults, after all. He steps over legs and feet, brushing past Yechan without a word as he makes his way out of the area. The youngest nods, smiling until the corners of his eyes crease, “Any requests?” He asks.

Hyunwoo moves instantly to busy himself once he’s away from everyone. Usually in instances where there’s a few people from the group who have to fulfil a task away from the rest he’d opt to take the least physically demanding job, Minjae clocks this as soon as he walks away without a complaint or at least a half-assed excuse. To anyone else it might be normal, or they’re dismissing it with the justification of having a guest over, but he knows.

He remembers how many times Hyunwoo would offer up one of the youngest five to take on his role just so he wouldn’t have to, but today he’s not so persistent.

“I’ll—”

“I’ll help too!” You squeeze twice at Junmin’s hand before your grip starts to loosen and you’re shifting yourself to stand up, it takes him a second to let you go, a big part of him doesn’t even want to, but before he can make a decision your feet are already pulling you away. His hold on you lingers until the distance pulls you apart, and only when you’re walking away does he realize that everyone around him most likely saw his fingers fit snugly between yours and how badly he wanted to keep holding onto you.

“You can stay, Yechan. I have Hyunwoo, I need to talk to him anyways.” Your hand brushes against his forearm as you pass by, a small reassuring gesture that’s topped with a smile, only hoping that if you really needed the help that Hyunwoo wouldn’t be an asshole about it.

He’s quick to decline, spinning on his heel. “No it’s okay, I don’t want you t—”

“It is okay, go sit please, then we’ll eat and get to the details about the choreography you guys wanted to discuss.”

Soft. That’s how Sumin would describe the guys whenever you’re around, so he isn’t completely surprised that Yechan gives in so easily to your request of leaving it to you. He has his moments of quietude amidst the yelling and the biting, there’s always something going on whether it’s himself starting up or someone else— always something to pick apart when he feels like it.

The one thing he can’t quite understand is why you’re so reduced in character when it comes to Hyunwoo’s presence as of late, and he literally means as of late. The whole time you’ve been in the room with them you seem to shrink whenever you hear Hyunwoo’s voice, it’s like he intimidates you back into a thin shell of yourself instead of being fully present. You’re watered down and pliable to the touch, he doesn’t like it, he wants you to be loud, wants you to take up space and assert your place in the midst of nine. And if not all, then at the very least him and his older members will break you out from those encasing traits that keep you palatable and meek, he hopes, it would be much easier if it were only a casual hangout and not work oriented.

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as soon as Hyunwoo hears your feet padding up to the counter, the unfamiliar weight to them against the floor. You don’t walk like you dance. He barely got full look at you before sighing and then promptly turning his back towards you again.

It’s not always the easiest being nice to someone who you can’t say fully deserves it, and the feeling is unfortunately, incredibly mutual.

Your courage is baseless as you make your way to the left of his side, but your actions don’t relay to that.

“We’re figuring this out.” You say flatly, your nerves have your voice dropping, but he mistakes it as confidence slipping in, it makes him snicker knowing exactly what you mean, ‘what can I do that’ll make you stop treating me like the villain?’ but it’s hard to even have an idea of what your punishment could be when his own confidence was never built on a foundation that could outlast your torrential downpour, he never expected it to drag out for this long.

His resentment was as lukewarm as it could get, seeing you and Minjae was like a light scratch at his skin, but the more you acted on his own judgment the deeper the wound digs.

Couldn’t you think for yourself?

“There’s nothing to figure out.” His eyes are absent, there’s no weight to what he says, if he really meant it couldn’t he at least look you in the eye while saying it?

You stand there puzzled as he dismissively works his way around the room, opening drawers and fetching supplies before closing them and moving to the next. “Okay,” you say. “then can you stop acting weird around me?”

The vehemence of your desperation is hard to tiptoe around, Hyunwoo’s never quite experienced enmity with someone else like this before, sure maybe a handful of times where his members mistakenly stole a few of his snacks or finished off his shampoo, but nothing ever escalated past a few glares.

“That’s kind of hard to do.” He mutters whilst moving to the fridge, pulling it open and searching for whatever it is he needs.

“Why? You’re not communicating with me at all here.” You say. “And I’m tired of having to brush off your spiteful jabs at me during practice like it’s nothing, I’m only here to help you become more in tune with your body.”

“Are you sure?”

The way he talks is as if he’s already gotten to your answers before you could even break that far in yourself, it’s infuriating.

“Among other things, yes. Other things that aren’t your business.”

“I think you’re naive.” He says.

“I’m starting to think your awful attitude isn’t just because of what I did.”

The sound of the fridge door being slammed shut makes you jump. Hyunwoo turns, his front now facing towards you for the first time since you walked in.

If there was no reliable conviction in his aversion towards you, there certainly is now.

“Am I right? Maybe you’re… getting jealous, that you aren’t getting as much attention from me compared to Junmin, or even Sumin.” There’s no time to let the nerves swallow you whole now, not when it’s the first time in days where you’ve felt so confident about yourself, and Hyunwoo isn’t running away yet, you assumed he’d be hightailing it out of here if you were wrong, but he can’t do much other than stand there as you make your way closer.

His fingers flex at his sides, anxiously swallowing down your every word, and the tone of voice you speak in that he’s never heard before.

“Don’t bring up what you were doing in that room again, I can’t—” he tries to look away, but you’re already so close that your fingers draw him right back, and he follows your guidance so easily, just like when you’re helping him on a move he can’t quite understand.

“You can’t, what?”

His tongue wets at his lips as his eyes find yours, in a proximity that’s new to him he’s shaken by not knowing where to exactly look.

Your expression softens as your thumb runs against his cheekbone. “Hyunwoo. Can’t what?” You ask again.

“Can’t stop thinking about you like that.”

🛫 Chapter 3 ⟢ …

[8turn-xikers-galaxy]

Hunt Your Heart ❤💕✨💓

(🎀💖Xikers- Hunter x Fem! Reader 💖🎀)

Genre : Fluff, Non-idol AU

Tw : Reader is going through a rough time in the beginning, Reader is an orphan, Mentions of food, Absolute cringe, Kinda (very) cliché, grammatical and spelling mistakes, too many emojis ( Let me know if I missed anything)

Idols mentioned : Kyujin from Nmixx, Leeseo from IVE, Xikers members

Key : B/n - Book name

Note : This is my cousin's idea and my first time writing it as a oneshot so there might be a lot of cringe stuff and mistakes but I tried my best so I hope you like it! The credit goes to my cousin.

💙 Y/n's POV ❤

Student life has always been hard for me. No true friends to share my feelings with. No teachers who would actually understand me. No family.... It's always been this way. My parents abandoned me when I was 12. All of my friends are toxic and my teachers always take their anger on me. In the midst of all this inconvenience, I try my best to be optimistic and face my problems a little differently. As of now, I'm sat here in Math class Trying to solve the quadratic equation "Fuck... " I mutter under my breath once I mess up. "Hey Kyujin, Can you teach me how to solve this?" I've never been good enough at Math. I managed to pass 9th grade with just a fluke but I dunno How I'll survive this year. "Yeah sure, can you wait tho? I'm helping Leeseo with the third sum" She said without even turning to face me "It's fine, I'll do it myself" And that's how it goes every single time...

🍃🌺🎀✨ Timeskip ✨🎀🌺🍃

After working for a while, the bell finally rung and I waited for everyone to leave before packing my stuff. "Miss L/n, could you meet me in my office after lunch?" My teacher asked me on my way to the cafeteria. "Of course Mrs. Yoon" I didn't speak any further, knowing she gets angry easily at anything and everything (yikes) that's just how it's been. The teachers always get their way to get me to do their work for them. Oh, well. I went to the café to grab myself some Kimchi Mandu. Then, I went outside to the school field and sat down under my favorite blossom tree to eat. My eyes wandered to the tennis court where the senior grade summer campers were playing their hearts out. I saw a tall boy with black hair and beautiful brown eyes with a red jersey, hitting every ball with grace, with a cute gentle smile and ethereal Features. I didn't realize I was zoning out until I heard a male voice behind me snapping me out of my daydream. "You done checking him out?" I turned around to see a boy with messy brown hair, leaning against the tree "w-what? Do I know you?" I asked with a slight blush "I'm Choi Hyunwoo! Captain of the soccer team and Hunter's bestie, The guy you were staring at" He smiled and sat down beside me "Uhh, I wasn't staring" He chuckled And nudged my arm "Sure you weren't"

"Anyways, why are you out here alone? Don't you guys eat in the cafeteria?" Hearing him ask that, I visibly tensed up thinking he might see me as a weirdo. "I... Don't have any friends to eat with, so I prefer to eat out here. It brings some peace to me" He gave me another one of his infamous eye smile. "I can accompany you everyday if you don't mind! I love making friends"

And that's how me and Hyunwoo became best friends. Months passed, and Autumn finally rolled by. Me and Hyunwoo kept growing closer. One particular evening, Mr. Min called me to his office just when I was leaving. "Please sit" I did as I was told however I didn't have a good feeling about it. "Ms.L/n, you do notice you've not had any improvement in your math classes right?" He asked me somewhat softly "Yes sir, but I promise I'm trying my best to improve although nothing seems to work" He nodded. "Then how do you suppose passing your finals this year? Do you realise you're two months away from it?" I looked at my feet, not able to utter a word Knowing he would speak against me regardless of my protests. "I'll assign a tutor for you, starting today. He'll meet you at the school library at 6" I nodded. "Okay sir" He nodded, slightly cracking a smile "You may take your leave now" I got out of his room and heaved a deep sigh. A tutor? That's not too bad. It could've been worse tbh. I walked to the blossom tree where me and Hyunwoo usually meet up. I sat down and took out my sketchbook to doodle for a while. When I looked up from my book to look for an inspiration, my eyes wandered to the tennis court again. In the blink of an eye, A ball came flying out of the court and landed beside me. I picked it up and when I looked up again, I saw Hunter running towards me to get the ball. He stood in front of me and heck, I totally fell. He looked so... Perfect. I couldn't even make up words to describe him because nothing seemed good enough to me.

All the stories that Hyunwoo tells me about him make me want to get to know him better but I just couldn't get myself to budge when it came to him.

I snap out of my trance when he crouches down in front of me, gazing deep into my soul "Are you okay miss? You seem a little stressed"

I blushed hard with a small smile "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. Here's your ball" He smiled the enchanting smile which gives me butterflies and sparks fireworks in my veins. "Thank you! I'll see you later?" He asked holding my hand. "Of course" And with that, he left with a wave. I looked down at my hand with the same smile and blush.

"What was that?" Hyunwoo asked, bouncing onto my shoulder out of nowhere. "Please don't tell me you saw all of that.." He grinned and ruffled my hair. "Of course I did! Even if you don't believe it, you two are meant for each other" I rolled my eyes "okay, Whatever. Can you get off of me now?" I smiled at my bestie. Even tho he is annoying, He's my only true friend and I love him for that but he could be a little pathetic sometimes. "Haha! Nope" Yeah.. Like that.

✨Third person POV ✨

After hanging out with Hyunwoo and telling him about your Tutoring session this evening, He shooed you away because it was already time for you to go. You bade farewell to him and left for the library. You waited there for your tutor to arrive. You decided to kill some time by reading one of your favorite novels/comics B/n given the fact that you were the only one in the library.

🧡Hunter's POV🧡

I changed my clothes and fixed my hair a bit before heading to the Library. I don't know who I'm Tutoring, Mr. Min was in a hurry so he didn't really do a good job in explaining the situation of the student who needs my guidance. Regardless, I entered the library, surprised to see it completely empty. Not even the Librarian was there. I walked further and saw the girl from earlier struggling to reach the higher shelf. I went behind her and grabbed the book she wanted and handed it to her. "That's a good one!" I complimented and she blushed 'god she's so cute'

"Are you the one who needs tutoring?" I asked her softly, hoping she'd be a little less shy. "Yeah, I'm Y/n" She held out her hand. I shook it with a smile "Hunter" She took me to the table where she kept her stuff and got to work right away. "There's an easier way to solve the quadratic equation. Here" She listened to me carefully and tried it herself. "That's right! You're a fast learner" She smiled and blushed 'gosh that smile' We continued doing the sums and I helped on the harder ones but for the most, she did great herself. After a while, I checked the time and it was 8 already. "I think that's enough for today, we should head home now" I said, holding her hand to get her attention. "O-okay, thanks for today" She said, lacing her fingers in mine leaving me shocked and making the butterflies in my chest go wild. I nodded and waved before taking my stuff and leaving.

I walked out with a mad smile on my face. "Mind to explain Mister?" A familiar voice called out from behind me. "Hyunwoo?!" Shit, I forgot about our sleepover tonight. "You were supposed to pick up Sumin, Yujun and Minjae about an hour ago! And you're wandering here with a lovey dovey smile, what's the matter dude?" He asked, bumping my shoulder. "Oh, Mr. Min Assigned me to tutor this really cute girl! Her name is Y/n and-" He cut me off right there. "And she's a junior struggling with math" That caught me off guard. "Yeah, How do you know?" I asked with a dumbfounded look. "She's my best friend that I always talk about! I've been meaning to introduce her to you but not like this" He said scratching his head. "Well, what's done is done, let's go pick up The others" I said walking ahead but he grabed me by my sleeve "and you expect me to let go of the fact that you think my bestie is cute?" From there on, I knew this would be a never ending saga of teasing in our squad....

🌛☄️✨🌿 Timeskip 🌿✨☄️🌛

💜 Y/n's POV💜

It's been two whole months of Hunter tutoring me and to be honest, I never felt so safe with anyone else. Not even Hyunwoo could care so much of me. He introduced me to the rest of his friends and let me join in on their fun time. I'm grateful and finally feel loved and wanted but the thing that worries me is the finals starting tomorrow. I am at Hunter's place studying hard. "Y/n.. Take a break, you've been studying for 7 hours straight since you arrived here" He said sitting next to me on his bed. Me being my stubborn self, I shook my head "And what if I fail tomorrow? I can't risk my score this year! Mr. Min has faith in me! Hyunwoo is looking forward to it too! And besides, I can't let you down..." I said, finally turning to face him. "You'll never let me down, unless you keep straining yourself like this! Please rest? For me?"

He said holding my cheek to stop me from looking away. He never failed to make me blush. "Okay, fine" I said, closing my eyes and smiling. I then listened to some music with him and got back to studying after an hour. He got take out for us, we ate and got ready for bed. When I got out of the bathroom after getting changed, I saw him lying on the bed already and holding his arms out for me. I snuggled up close to him. These kind of physical contacts had become very common in our friendship so it wasn't awkward. "Have a good sleep princess, I love you.. " To my dismay, I didn't hear his last sentence before I fell into a deep slumber, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't find him beside me on the bed. I went downstairs to see him making something in the Kitchen. I ruffled the bird's nest on my head and I went upto him. "Good morning princess" He turned around and pinched my nose. "Slept well?" I nodded and smiled, leaning against the counter. After having breakfast with him, he dropped me off at the exam hall. "I'm nervous" I turned to look at him. "Hello nervous, I'm Hunter" He laughed at me and I hit his arm slightly. "Okay, in all seriousness, I'm sure you'll be fine!" He said and ruffled my hair. "Alright, if you say so, I should get going now" I said after I fixed my hair and checked the time. "Okay, All the best love!" He said and gave me a handshake and a hwaiting sign before we both parted ways.

🌺🌺The day of the result🌺🌺

"Y/n-yah will you stop jumping around so much? The seatbelt might break!" Hyunwoo joked. "How can you expect me to calm down when my report card is literally here in my very god damned hands?!" I yelled in a limited voice. "Well, first of all, mind your language and second of all, you'll be fine!!" He shot back. "And besides, we're here already" After he pulled up at Sumin's porch, the guys came running out, asking about my results. "Guys, she hasn't seen it yet!" Hyunwoo shouted. "Okay, then how about we go inside and let her calm down for a bit first?" Just as Minjae said that, we got inside and sat down. "Kay, just rip it off like a band-aid on the count of three!" Yujun said.

"1"

"2"

"3"

I shut my eyes and opened the card and all of a sudden, the boys erupted into screams and cheers. I took a peek at my results... Only to see PERFECT SCORES IN EVERY SUBJECT INCLUDING MATH! I jumped up and leaped into Hunter arms.

"You did it!"

"I did it!"

Hyunwoo smirked, watching the scene unfold. "We'll give you guys some space" Minjae said and dragged out the rest of them. "Hunter, I want to tell you something" He nodded in a sign for me to continue. "Hunter, for the past two months, you've helped me a lot to get through my studies and my life. You made every moment feel better, safer and... Special. Without you, I wouldn't be where I've gotten today and I'm very grateful. From the moment I first saw you, I felt attached, safe and loved. I don't know if the nicknames that you call me are a joke or if they mean something, but I've always loved them. What I'm trying to say is...I love you. A lot. And it's totally okay if you don't feel the same, I-"

I felt warm lips press against mine. It all happened so quick that I couldn't process anything. I didn't even know if I was living in the reality.

"Y/n" He lifted my head by my cheek to make me look at him. "I love you too, that's why I've hunt your heart"

[uriwoos2]

I'm gonna be done with my finals by next week so I'll have time to write more, andd if you have any reqs/ thoughts pls send them to me <3

I wanna write a lot after my exams are finished, so give me ideas if u have any <3 <3

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How do xikers (hyung line) act when needy?

MINJAE

Everything is in his eyes, his body language. His feline-like grin, and the aroused laze to his face is unmistakable when he’s pulling himself into you, nosing at your neck, breathing in your scent until his lungs can no longer hold you in. He wishes he could keep you in forever, though. He laughs to himself a lot with a cute lopsided grin, amazed at how easily you make him feel tipsy despite no alcohol being in his system.

He does this thing where he stares at you a certain way when he’s feeling needy, his eyes wander unabashedly across your face, your body, his lips moving with words you can’t distinctly understand. And when you’re tilting your head and furrowing your brows in confusion, he’ll just smile, like nothing mattered. Minjae’s a mix of mouth and motion, the most unpredictable because of his acute awareness about everyone and everything around him, which makes for a dangerous game because of how sly he can be about getting you secluded. He’ll let you swim in uncertainty, head overtaken by the adrenaline rushes you get from not being able to concentrate on the sound of footsteps or voices over the work of his fingers and his hips rutting into you. He’s got you, so in the end there’s not a thing for you to worry about, but he likes the fun of pretending that you’re both constantly on the brink of being found as his leaking cock is sheathed inside of you.

JUNMIN

Incredibly gentle as he toys with your hand, brings it to his lips and silently kisses the tips of your fingers when you’re lazing around together. He does get a little shy about eye contact, but very briefly he’ll flicker his attention up to you and then right back away because he can only manage to catch a quick glimpse of your face for so long before his own face starts getting all red and hot.

Junmin can be very verbal unless you’ve got him waist deep into subspace, and it’s a semi-rare occurrence, but it happens so fast you might think it isn’t. When he is, It’s hard to get him to be quiet unless you’re fully pushing your fingers into his mouth, then, his tongue is at least busied by slipping between the digits, moaning fervently to himself as he sucks and ever so gently drags his teeth while looking up at you through his bangs with big glassy eyes. Whether it’s untimely or you’re both being elusive, Junmin loves kissing you under your clothes, only flipping up the end of your shirt to press soft wet kisses along your stomach, and your hips. A lot of the time they’re quick because of the setting you happen to be in— others lurking around the corner, out of sight but just in earshot, he’s such a tease >.< intently watches for your reaction as he drags his kisses dangerously lower, testing you, seeing how far you’ll let him go with his pink tongue poking out to lick against your skin. He always manages to put a respectable distance between the both of you as soon as he hears any outside noise start to invade your bubble. Just don’t expect to sit there much longer because he’s surprisingly good at making excuses up on the spot as to why you both need to leave.

SUMIN

Very chatty, but doesn’t use much of his body language to indicate what his predicament is unless he’s feeling really restless, but it doesn’t happen frequently unless provoked by you. He has a big thing for dirty talking, it’s never something that requires his unbridled energy, or any forethought, his mouth just simply starts running, and running whether you want it to or not. I have a feeling he’s really, really talkative when drunk, but throws some touching and groping in the mix so he can get his point across. It gets especially hard to brush off when he’s feeling neglected by your attention, ‘cause he will literally stick himself to your back even when you’re in the middle of a conversation, shamelessly feeling you up from behind, kissing at your neck, and under your ear.

There’s a certain duality to Sumin. He can stand there, propped against a wall as he casually relays to you how badly he misses the softness of your mouth taking his dick, the way your throat closes around him, and the sound of your struggle as he fucks deeper into the warmth of it. Or slurs to you through smiley kisses, giggles and stumbling over his own feet about how long he’s been patiently waiting for you to catch his vibe so you can just fuck him already. Sumin’s touchy in general, so no one really cares to think much of it when they catch a fleeting glimpse of his hand rubbing at your thigh before you make your exit, or the way his fingers caress the side of your neck as he brushes back your hair. Whether you’re in a more body-filled setting or simply by yourselves, you know what all of it means just as much as you would with other people around.

JINSIK

Jinsik is the most subtle out of the five, but that’s only because his nerves swallow him up whole when the thought of touching you or kissing you comes up- knowing how quickly you make him hard, suddenly he’s so conscious of the way he talks and moves, it stresses him out a little. He doesn’t know exactly why he gets so anxious about asking of you to take care of him, he really has no reason to worry, so a lot of the time —for his own comfort— he opts to play the long game, with this, he’s also the most stubborn.

Dom!Jinsik is a popular topic, but his nature is just so gentle and sweet that I find it difficult to believe he’d strip you of your clothes as soon as he’s horny. The probability of that happening isn’t lacking by much, but he chooses to take his time with adjusting with the process of it. He’s just so soft and patient with you naturally, if not during sex then in his approach to you 100%, sweet boy! He’ll bat his eyelashes, and pout his lips when you’re taking your sweet time, it kills him when you pretend to not get the hint that he’s horny, eventually he gets so riled up it’s hard to not act on it, aching and stiff in his boxers, his pretty fogged up head doesn’t know what else to do other than grab at your hand and guide you to where he needs you. Bumps his forehead into your shoulder and whines, so flustered and hot from even having the guts to grab at you like this, and he swears he’ll faint if you make him tell you in detail what he wants you to do to him.

HYUNWOO

Also one of the more chatty ones out of them, and he has zero shame! Will be as loud about how hard he is whenever he wants, and there’s not much that can prevent him from opening his big stupid mouth wherever you are, you’re going to know he’s feeling needy. Although, he won’t act on it unless you’re feeling it to the same degree. Sometimes he will be nice and whisper to you, even in the most inconvenient times, about what specifically, in great detail, he’s thinking about doing with you

A sick, sick individual! He likes seeing you squirm, and the way your thighs rub and squeeze when you feel the softness of his breath tickling at your ear. He is absolutely one for touching you up, teasing you with his hands, albeit not without a price. He breaks you down with his voice first, even if the process is gruelling and you’re unrelenting, he has his ways, his charms, he gets to you with an astounding amount of patience and intent. Hyunwoo completely loses himself to the character he plays, the filth he speaks, the cocky tone that gives vitality to it, all the way up until you’re finally giving into what he asks of you, because the burden of his hands, his cock, being restrained by his own self control is much too difficult of an opponent to your own. He likes when you finally tell him what you want with a gentle voice, and slumped shoulders, because all he needed was to hear it, even if he was the one who was needy first.