#younghoon maverick

[mingtinys]

back in the game

pairing : kim younghoon x gn!reader

maverick!au , angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : mentions of fire , blood , and death

word count : 0.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : maverick and tbz lore has always been so interesting to me, SO expect plenty of lore-based boyz fics

Younghoon still dreams on the brink of suffocation. With smoke twirling in the orange glow of his world burning around him. Infiltrating the makeshift inferno trapping him and filling his lungs.

Every night, for nearly two months, the memory plagues his sleep. Forced to relive every excruciating second down to the very last detail.

It always starts the same, with you lying slumped in his arms. Short, sputtering, gasps escaping your red-tinged lips as he cradles you against his chest. His left hand is warm, coated in dark red as it desperately clamps down on the gaping wound in your abdomen. But no amount of pressure can stop your blood from pooling on the dirty cement below. At this point, it's a race to see what kills you first. The rebar through your stomach or the fire spreading through the compound.

The collapsed steel around him moans as it bows from the heat. The sound akin to the weathered wood of an old house bearing its final storm. Ash flurries around like snow from above. Each flake hissing as they singe his clammy skin.

"Please!" He cries, between fits of coughs. His throat too parched for his vocal cords to produce anything but a hoarse whimper. "Someone! We're down here, please..."

But in his dreams, Eric doesn't find him. Doesn't hear his tattered screams through the rubble. Doesn't tear through the remains, piece by piece, scorching his hands on the hot metal in the process. Sangyeon doesn't pull him from his prison and rush you to Jacob for treatment just in the nick of time.

In his dreams, you go limp, and Younghoon spends his final minutes on earth alone. Left to choke on the stench of iron and smoke. Those eight neon letters burned into his brain.

MAVERICK.

A sick, twisted, game.

It's not fair.

How could any of what happened ever be justified in their eyes? The inhumanity. All that training just to treat them as expendable tools. Like–

"Younghoon," you call softly. Like anything louder would shatter what's left of him. "Younghoon, love, it's too cold to be out here at this hour."

Younghoon can't remember how long it's been since he awoke from his personal hell. All he can recall after waking were the four walls closing in on him. The sweat drenched his back and hairline. Dread flooding his veins, mind, and lungs. Panic lighting every neuron ablaze until it propelled him into the crisp night.

He thought he could escape it out here. But his chair creaks against the wooden porch as he rocks. Creaks like steel beams. The stars litter the sky like ash. The rain pipe drips and pools like your blood–

"Hey," gentle fingers tilt his chin up to your worried gaze. "You're not there." It's times like tonight, when you tether Younghoon to his reality, that he finally feels safe enough to let his emotions catch up to him.

"Was it the same nightmare?" You ask even though you already know.

His answer comes in the form of teary eyes and an outstretched hand that tugs at the hem of your shirt. A silent plea for comfort. Certainty. Confirmation you won't slip away when his eyes shut. Shaky fingers dip under the soft fabric and ghost the scarred skin beneath. You shudder, no doubt with your own memories of that night. One's you've refused to speak of since. Younghoon doesn't know just how much of it you remember, just that the nightmares find you at this hour as well.

Strained sobs break the silence of the night. You cradle his head against your stomach to muffle them. Delicate fingers comb through his hair in an attempt to soothe, though they do little to quell his tears. Younghoon clutches at any part of you he can grasp. Refusing to let death rip you from his arms once more.

"I can't..." He gasps, "–I can't breathe."

You assure him he can. "Just follow me, okay? In–" you trail a finger up his spine "– then out," and back down. You breathe with him, letting your finger be the metronome to guide him. A few more and the tension in his muscles melts away into exhaustion.

Finally, Younghoon feels the smoke clear from his lungs.

[ugh-yoongi]

tbz love having an iconic homoerotic moment in every mv

[kimsunwooarchive]

[yixinghoneybee]

[릴레이댄스] 더보이즈(THE BOYZ) - MAVERICK (4K) 😘

[daisyvisions]

Not Part Of The Mission - (k.yh)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), spy!au, colleagues to lovers (they bicker, but they’re not enemies), mentions of violence (i.e. fighting and killing, guns and knives mentioned) heavy kissing, slight dry humping, slight spit kink, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex (be safe irl! this is just a fic), creampie, pet name (sweetheart)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word count: 2.6K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: My delayed birthday entry for our resident bread boy. His current long hair reminded me again of his maverick era and I just had to write about it. Wishing nothing but the best for his bday month and their comeback!

"Who are we looking for exactly?" you impatiently ask, your hands perched on your hips.

"Well, according to the file, his name is Ji Changmin. But that's not who we're looking for right now," he replies, his eye glued to the telescope.

"Then who the hell are we looking for?"

"Can you relax? Our job is to stake out. I thought Sangyeon made that clear?"

"Yeah, but to stake out for FIVE hours?" you exclaim. Younghoon pulls away from the telescope and lets out a big sigh.

"Unless you have any other better ideas, I suggest you shut that mouth of yours, sweetheart." He looks up at you.

"Ew, I told you to stop calling me that." You wince at the nickname.

"Why? Is it doing anything for you?" His smug smile makes you want to punch him in the gut.

"In your dreams," you scoff. "Taking fifteen. Going to get some fresh air for a bit."

"Don't walk too far, alright? We were told to stay put until we get orders." Younghoon warns.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill."

"I swear to god if anything happens to you--"

"I'll be fine, okay? Can you not watch me like a hawk for once?" Your eyebrows knit together.

"Well, sweetheart, it's not my fault you nearly got yourself screwed over the last mission. I was put on specific orders to make sure you don't go rogue again like last time."

"I told you to stop calling me that!" You stomp your foot on the ground.

Younghoon barks out a laugh. "You're so cute when you get mad. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"How did I end up getting stuck with you for this mission?" you hiss.

"Because you love me, that's why." He grins back.

You scowl at him before turning around to walk out.

"Fifteen minutes, okay? If you don't come back, I'm going out to look for you." Younghoon shouts, but you flip him off in response and head out of the room.

To be honest, you're not really sure where you're heading. You just want to get out of that room for a moment before you start to lose your mind. This wasn't the kind of action you signed up for when you joined the special ops. You wanted to be out there in the field, actually putting into practice all the hours you spent training.

Since that last mission, it's as if everyone on the team is constantly watching over you like a child. It's not your fault you deviated from the plan. Sure, things became a little messy, but if it wasn't for you, you wouldn't have gotten the viable information you needed to close down the case. You shake off your thoughts and just mindlessly walk around instead.

As you walk around the abandoned building, hand gripping the gun in your pocket, you see an open window ahead of you. The view of the sun setting in front of you is incredibly breathtaking. You decide to lean your arms on the ledge and look out for a moment and just get lost in its beautiful orange hues.

You can't remember the last time you saw a sunset as beautiful as this.You're put out of your trance as you hear footsteps behind you. You huff in annoyance and turn around.

"Younghoon... It hasn't even been fifteen minutes. Can you just give me a fucki--" You let out a loud gasp. Strong hands are gripping your wrists. It's not Younghoon, but a henchman you've seen earlier on in the mission.

You try to fight him off, but he's stronger than any of the other enemies you've ever encountered. His weight causes you to lose balance and fall to the ground. As he tries to pin you down even further, you pull out the gun from your pocket but it ends up getting swatted out of your grip.

As you try to struggle to get out of his grasp, the henchman pulls out a knife from his pocket, attempting to push it against your neck. You use all your might to push back but feel your strength quickly decreasing. You close your eyes and slowly accept your fate.

Suddenly, the weight of the henchman on top of you disappears and you hear him scream in pain. You open your eyes to see his arm stabbed by his own knife. And in a flash, you see Younghoon gripping his collar and punching him like there's no tomorrow before finally shooting him down.

Your heart pumps so fast against your chest from everything happening so quickly. Faster than anything that has ever happened to you during missions.

"Shit--" Younghoon huffs out, briefly shaking his hand from the numbing feeling of his knuckles before combing his hair back with his fingers. He immediately walks towards you, lowering himself down to hold your body upright and swinging your arm around his shoulder for support. He quickly walks you both back to the stakeout room.

As soon as he closes and locks the door, he turns around and steps forward closer to you with worry in his eyes.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks your arms, face, any sign of injury.

"N-no. I'm fine." You quietly answer, avoiding his eyes.

"Fuck-- If I had been there too late, I might've lost you." He cups your face between his hands, looking into your eyes, still breathing heavily from what happened earlier. You try your best at this moment not to blush, especially with his face being this close to yours.

His hands lower to your waist, still holding you tight to make sure you're alright.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again. You slowly nod in response, as your mind is distracted from the way his hands feel on your body. Your heart's still pumping fast but now for a different reason.

Your heart aches the moment he pulls away and lets go of your waist, wanting to feel his warmth again seeping through your clothes. You impulsively reach out to grab his collar, making him turn around.

"Wha--" Younghoon doesn't even have the time to react properly as soon as you pull him close and press your lips against his. You quickly pull back, both your eyes widening at what just happened.

"Oh my god." You panic.

"I'm sorry. I just-- I don't know why I just did that-- oh my god, I'm so stupid, I'm so sor--"

"Shut up--" Younghoon grabs your waist to pull you close, quickly leaning forward to kiss you again. You deepen the kiss further as you feel your arms around his neck, making him groan in the process.

You both move your lips in sync with one another as you run your fingers through his hair and his arms start slowly embracing you. He pulls away from your lips quickly to catch his breath before diving back in to snake his tongue inside your mouth.

You let out a desperate whine feeling the wet muscle intertwining with yours, encouraging Younghoon to keep on going. He quickly walks you back till your ass hits the ledge of the desk, deepening his kiss even further as you slightly lean backwards.

His hands suddenly grip your hips and lift you up to make you sit. You both hastily swat anything that was previously on the table before he lays you down on the surface. Your legs immediately wrapping around his torso like a magnet, pulling his body closer to yours. Both of you feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

His kisses start traveling to the side of your jaw, making their way down to the side of your neck. His teeth lightly graze your sensitive skin before lightly nipping and sucking, the sensation making you whimper from its pleasurable pain. He licks and kisses the sensitive part to soothe the sting for a moment before going back to kissing you on the lips once again.

Damn, he's a really good kisser, you think to yourself. His lips molding into yours so perfectly, its pillow-like texture making you take his lower lip between your teeth and nipping them. Younghoon lets out a very deep moan, the vibrations coursing throughout your body.

He presses his body onto yours even more, feeling his hard length pressing against your aching core. His hips start to roll as your legs try to pull him closer, making you both moan into each other's mouths from the delicious friction happening down below.

Desperate for each other, you reach to unbutton your pants and lift your hips slightly so he could pull them out and toss them somewhere on the side. Younghoon then pushes you onto your back and grabs both your wrists with one hand to pin them down above your head. His other hand lightly squeezes and cups your jaw between his fingers.

"Open." he commands. "What?" you look at him with half-lidded eyes.

Without hesitation, he immediately squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth and lets his spit drop inside, making you gasp from the unexpected move. He lets go of your jaw and pushes his two fingers inside your mouth. You involuntarily suck on them before he pulls them out and shoves them beneath your underwear to rub your sensitive bud in circles.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Didn't even need my spit, huh?" he growls.

"Younghoon-- need you." You whine as your clit throbs from how fast he's rubbing you, his fingers teasingly prodding your entrance in-between.

"Where do you need me, sweetheart?"

"I-inside, pleaseee" you beg.

"Yeah? Shit, I'll give it to you soooo good." he pulls his hand away from your core, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. He pulls your body upright, signaling you to get off the desk. The moment you stand up he spins you around and bends you over. He pushes his hips against your ass for a moment, making you feel his erection before quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees.

His cock slaps against his abdomen, prominent veins protruding and his pink mushroom tip oozing precum. He tugs his member at the base, fisting it up and down for a moment before hooking a finger to your underwear and pulling it to the side.

He drags the tip of his cock between your folds, lubricating himself even further with your arousal before sticking the head inside your entrance and slowly pushing himself all the way inside. The stretch immediately has your head going numb.

Younghoon waits for a moment to feel you adjust to his size before slowly dragging out his length and pushing it all back inside. He does this until he gradually increases the pace, gripping your hips tight and pounding into you as you feel his balls slap your core rhythmically and the desk creaking under you.

Wanton moans spill out of your mouth, trying to hold onto anything you can find as Younghoon fucks you rough from behind. You start to feel the tip of his cock nudge that gummy spot inside you, making your eyes roll far back.

"Oh god! Right there!" you scream.

"So fucking tight, practically milking me dry holy shit." He increases the pace even further, pulling your hips backward with every thrust.

Just as you feel yourself slowly ascend, you both hear the buzz of your walkie-talkie that's still on the desk.

"Hello?"

"Fuck." Your eyes grow wide. The buzzing sound repeats again.

"Helloooooo?" The person on the other line calls out.

"Answer it." Younghoon grunts under his breath.

"What?" You look back at him with panic. Instead of repeating himself, he grabs the back of your hair and pulls it hard, making you moan.

"Do it." He whispers in your ear before letting go of your hair.

You reach for the walkie-talkie and try to compose yourself before pressing the button to answer.

"Y-yeah?" you croak.

"Any status report?" You hear Chanhee's voice over the line.

"No. N-no detected movement." You bite on your fist, restraining yourself from moaning as Younghoon's cock deliciously drags in and out of your cunt. His tip continuously nudging at that gummy spot.

"Shitttt." Younghoon groans from behind.

"Was that Younghoon?" Chanhee asks.

"Y-yeah, just s-stretching his legs that's all." You lie.

"Are you okay? You sound like you're crying."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just choked on my water." You lie again. Well... sort of as you do start to feel small tear drops forming at the corners of your eyes.

"Oookkaaayyy. Well, don't forget we need to reconvene at 8 PM." Chanhee replies.

"Uh-huh." You respond, words slowly becoming incoherent as you feel your high approaching. As soon as you drop the line, Younghoon increases his pace again, and your moans start to get louder and louder.

"Shit shit shit I'm cumming!" you exclaim, a flash of white appears before your eyes as soon as you say that. You moan constantly from how hard your orgasm hit you just then. Younghoon's high follows right after, feeling your walls tighten so hard around his cock he grunts against your ear so loud. His hot white fluid exploding inside of you as his member continues to twitch uncontrollably inside.

You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving from the intensity of your orgasms. As soon as you both come down from your highs, the reality of what just happened hits both of you like a truck. You turn around to look at him, looking at each other with the widest eyes while he's still plugged into you.

"What the fuck was that?!" You both shout at the same time.

Later on in the night, as the team gathers to meet up, you and Younghoon intentionally ignore each other's gaze. Not uttering any word to one another right after he pulled out and just minding your own business, pretending nothing even happened at all. Both of you are stunned and embarrassed at what happened earlier in the stakeout room.

Chanhee notices the odd behavior between the two of you, “Are you sure you two are okay? You both look like shit. Did something happen in-”

“NO!” You and Younghoon shout at him. Everyone else including Chanhee look at both of you in confusion.

“I mean- No. Nothing major happened. Not at all. Right?” You side glance at Younghoon.

“Yeah, yeah nothing. It’s all good.” Younghoon fake coughs, trying his best not to look embarrassed remembering your moment together.

“Anyway!” Hyunjae interrupts. “Let’s get some shut eye. Same time tomorrow, same roles alright? Let’s move out.” Everyone disperses as soon as possible.

As you grab you bag and some of the equipment and head towards the van, you feel Younghoon’s figure walking beside you. He leans a little lower to get close to your ear as you walk, making sure that the next thing he’s about to say could only be heard between the two of you,

“At least now we have something to do to pass the time tomorrow huh, sweetheart?” you quickly turn your head towards him and he playfully grins at you. You swat your free hand against his chest and he barks out a laugh.

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“But you love it anyway.”

[meowjunjun]

i just saw the maverick younghoon post and yessssss!!! when i first saw it i literally had to pause for a min. just imagine bondage with sub!younghoon 🥴🥴🥴 him just twitching under your slightest touch because that poor baby is so overstimulated 😞 ALSOOOOO THE LINKS AGAIINNN!!! i am loving them! younghoon's one was just 😫

and lastly, can i be the 🎀 anon because i think i will be a regular visitor here (the previous hak ask was also me 🫣)

Omg yes ofc you can be!! BUT YES also why did we have the exact same reaction like I was in shock for like 5 minutes just sitting there LMFAOOO but anywayssss I hope u enjoy!! Thank you again for the ask 🫶🫶🫶!! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND DIDNT EVEN COME OUT GOOD IVE BEEN SO BUSY

Your close friend Younghoon had always intimidated those who didn’t know him; his looks were quite the contrast from his shy, cute, and innocent self. But you were an assertive, authoritative person; and your favorite thing about innocent boys was how easy it was to corrupt them.

Perhaps it was all a part of your plan from the minute you met him; your body practically burned with the desire to be against his. So you found yourself getting closer and closer with him, learning his strengths and weaknesses, what makes him tick and what makes him break.

After a while of being his friend, he eventually admitted he had no sexual experience, which made you find yourself craving him even more. He was ashamed, but you reassured him it was nothing to feel that way about. During the conversation, you briefly mentioned how you do have sexual experience; it seemed to make him flustered, and you pretended to not notice it. You knew what you were doing and smiled to yourself.

Over the next few days, there was a strange ache between his thighs. It always happened when he found himself thinking of what you said, how you’ve “done stuff” with guys in the past. He found himself thinking of you in all these dirty scenarios, thinking of how it would feel if it was him. He tried so hard to brush the thoughts off, feeling guilty of how a simple conversation did this to him.

Younghoon knew about masturbation of course. It seemed like everyone but him did it. He just never felt the need to.

That was until he talked with you the next time you came to his house.

——————————————————————————The next time you invited him over he was nervous. He was always nervous and intimidated around you, but this time was different. There was a pit in his stomach, a really obvious blush on his cheeks, and not to mention the way his cock was so hard it hurt.

The thoughts continued worsening until he found himself not being able to think straight. The whole time you were over his house he was quiet and avoiding eye contact, tugging his hoodie over his crotch. Every time you tried to start a conversation with you he just responded with “oh yeah” or “mhm”, lost in his thoughts.

Eventually you got tired of playing dumb. “Younghoon, do I make you nervous?” He instantly looked up at you, a cute yet anxious look, as he whimpers quietly. He looks around rapidly, eyes darting across the room as he’s silent, realizing the noise he accidentally let out.

Something snaps in him, and he runs to the bathroom with his hand over his mouth in shock. God, you were so hot. For some reason the way he practically feared you made his body burn up. He was throbbing so hard, he could barely even make it into the bathroom before fumbling with his belt.

He was instantly jacking himself off rapidly, moaning like a whore. As ashamed as he was, he had never felt this much need in his life. It felt so good, like nothing he had ever felt before; but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He just wanted you to use him, mock him, make him feel disgusting.

You almost instantly followed him to the bathroom, moans getting louder and louder as you approached. You lightly knocked on the door, yet he didn’t stop. You try the door knob and sure enough, it’s unlocked due to him being too focused on his need.

“What the hell has gotten into you??” You ask, as he chokes out “M’ sorry- ah- can’t cum.. mmf- needs to be you..”. You scoff at him as you mock “Aww poor thing, you want me that bad? Oh I’ll make you cum alright, how does that sound?” He eagerly nods his head, the stuck-up tone in your voice making his brows furrow even more as he obediently following you back to his bedroom.

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Younghoon didn’t know how it got to this point. All he knew was to take what he was given. His wrists were tied to the bed frame by your lacy panties, and his clothes strewn about on the floor. He was fully exposed and vulnerable for you. His breathing was heavy as he anticipated the first touch of your hand.

You place your thumb and index finger into a tight “O” shape, and slide it down onto his leaky tip. It causes him to whine out as he winces, a pretty noise. Your hand was squeezing him perfectly, so hot around him. You slowly start to stroke him, and coo “you like that, yeah hoon?” He struggles to speak “mh- y-yeah, wan’ more..please?”

You smile to yourself, planning on the way of by the end of this he’ll be saying the exact opposite. “Well how could I say no when you ask so politely hm?” You start stroking him, his cock painfully hard with how neglected it’s been lately. He realized how he was even more sensitive, probably due to not touching himself he presumed.

Every movement of your hand made whimpers pour from his lips, hips thrusting up into your hand. All be could say to you was how good it felt, babbling incoherently. You knew it wouldn’t be hard to make him lose his mind when he was already this sensitive.

You could tell he was getting close, with the way he was throbbing in your palms. “M’ gonna- too good…” to which you reply “aww poor baby, you’re gonna cum this quick?”. He looks apologetic as he mumbles “m’ sorry, your hands are just s’ warm-“ he starts moaning really loudly, red tip all leaky with precum as he twitches.

“Okay hoon, cum for me like a good boy okay?”

And with that he’s instantly spilling all over his abs, leaving a puddle of his sticky cum. The way he cums looks almost painful, the way he’s scrunching his face and tugging at the restraints. But he just keeps on moaning like a bitch in heat, cumming so hard he can barely breathe.

But just as he thinks it’s over, you keep going; as he finishes cumming you wrap your lips around his sensitive swollen tip, making his whole body squirm. “Wait wait m’ still sensitive- nonono-“ tears prick his eyes, his body not able to keep still as he struggles against the panties keeping him from getting away from your torture.

You take his whole cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pressing him up against your tongue. He’s pretty much moaning in pain now, full on sobbing violently and hips stuttering all over the place. You take your mouth off of him with a pop, and he’s nearly hyperventilating from how hard he’s crying. Even though he’s so sensitive and can’t handle the sensation, the second your mouth is off of him he’s crying even harder and rutting his hips up towards you.

“Aww poor baby doesn’t want me to stop huh?” He shakes his head, lower lip all wobbly and pouty. “Don’t worry sweet boy, I’ll make you cum until you’re shooting dry, how does that sound?”

Before he gets a chance to answer or protest, you sink back down on his dick until your nose is touching his pubic bone and he’s instantly back to crying. “A- ah too much- can’t… m’ gonna cum again, please sto-“ his sentence is cut off by him letting out a loud cry. He shoots his load into your mouth, feet kicking and hips rutting into your mouth a final time; trying to bury himself as deep in your throat as he can.

You can feel how wildly he’s throbbing on your tongue, your mouth all sticky as his glassy eyes are shut tight. But still, you keep going. You suck him off with so much pressure, your throat too tight for him to handle. “Hoon, if you really think we’re done then you’re in for a long night.”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Broken Belts

Summary: Of course, the one day you decide to take it out for a spin, your classic car decides the repairs you were avoiding need immediate maintenance. Leading to you needing to head to a garage to fix them.

Oneshot

Fluff, Strangers to Dating, Fast burn?

Possible Warning?: Referring to a car as ‘Baby’.

Word Count: 4,956

‘Old-School’ Mechanic! Younghoon X Reader

[Long a/n w/info to go: If you’re changing your serpentine belt when it’s past due as you will do here, pls change the pulleys too- but rn you will not do that :) Very simplified car terminology: crankshaft: rotates pistons which runs the engine, alternator: keeps the battery charged, power steering: helps you turn easily, idler: keeps the engine running while it’s ‘sitting’, and water pump runs water throughout the system. Serpentine belt: The belt that keeps all the pulleys (that are attached to above terms) in time with each other, can be one or multiple. In this fic there will be two: A power steering serpentine belt & an air conditioning belt. Lastly, the two cars featured are a: ‘70 Boss 302 Mustang and a ‘71 Maverick. Lastly but not least; a special thanks to @jinkoh for helping inspire another Younghoon fic.].

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You knew better. You swore you knew better, but even with the loud squealing of the serpentine belt, you still kept driving it. Because, of course, it wouldn’t break before you had time to change it. After all, it was just the first few days of summer. You wanted to enjoy the weekend with your Boss 302 Mustang, whether or not it was screaming. You’d replace them during the week when you had the time, but this was the first weekend, so it’d be fine. Your air conditioning had been malfunctioning recently, but in your mind, it was because the car was fifty-some years old. You just rolled the windows down and enjoyed the weather. Maybe, if it was a newer car, the computer would be screaming at you now to see a specialist. But that was the pleasure of older cars. You never had to deal with extra lights telling you the exact mileage when to do things. You could do it at your leisure, and like the serpentine belt, you’d fix it at your leisure.

So, with that thought in mind, at the turn of the green light, you slammed on the gas, the car roaring as you sped down the route ten miles over the speed limit. Your car needed to feel the breeze, even if it meant a ticket. You laugh as you continue down the sunset strip. It feels good to be behind the wheel after two seasons of waiting. You make it through two more green lights before hitting another red light. You pout and wait for it to turn green as you notice you're the only one waiting at the intersection. When the light changes, you get on it again, flying through the intersection. 

You start turning your wheel to follow the curve when you hear a ‘snap’ sound over your radio. Your eyes widen as you lose power steering. Maybe it was good that your daily driver told you when to change things. “No, no, you promised me a nice weekend. Come on, baby.” You gulp as the wheel gets harder to turn. You make it past the curve, throwing your four-ways on, and a hundred feet after it, manage to pull it over onto the side of the road. You check it’s clear before popping the hood, getting out of the car, and shutting the door. You slip your fingers between the grill and opening and move the latch to the side, lifting up the hood, praying it isn’t one of the belts. You raise it until you can put the prop inside the slot. You let the hood rest on it before looking over the engine before locking eyes with the two-belt pulley system. It was the reason why you were avoiding repairing it this weekend. It was rotten to deal with one, but two? That's nightmare fuel. You look at the air conditioning belt and see it’s intact even though it’s dry-rotted. You sigh in relief before checking the power steering belt and watch as it falls off and onto the ground. You look up to the sky before shaking your head, “Well… I definitely can’t make it home, but I can get it to a garage at least.” 

You get on your knees and grab the fallen belt. You check it over to see the clean snap and dry rot. And shake your head again, “There goes my nice weekend.” With a sigh, “I know, I know it’s my fault. I should have fixed you the second I heard your squealing. But I’ll fix you now, baby. It’s okay.” You look for the dimension numbers as you listen to the soft breeze. You hum as you type them on your phone as someone zooms past you reminding you you're still stuck on the road in the middle of nowhere. You lift the hood off the prop, locking it in place. You lower the hood down gently and let it drop the rest of the way. It clicks in place, and you get back inside your car. 

You look up the nearest garages, looking for one with spaces to rent and a mechanic experienced in older automobiles. And luckily, the closest happens to be Younghoon’s Garage, an automotive repair shop. You read further to see he specializes in classic car maintenance and dabbles in the newer stuff. And that he allows for people to rent out garage spaces to work on their car. You sigh in relief. It was going to be okay. You didn’t have to deal with an inexperienced mechanic telling you how to work on your car. Nor did you have to worry about letting someone work on your baby, either. 

You call up the garage and hear the voice of a person around your age answer, “Younghoon’s garage; what can I help you with?” You gulp your nervousness back; it's probably just the mechanic’s son taking the call. “Uh, I need to rent a garage today.” He hums on the other line, “Okay~ I have three available. Feel free to bring your car down any time today before six, or I won’t be able to let you in.” You thank him and tell him you’re two miles away and you’ll be there soon. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You hang up and place the belt on the floor. You turn your car over, pressing in the clutch, scolding your car, “Now, don’t give me any more troubles until we get to the shop, baby.” You shift it down to first, release the handbrake, and give it some gas before checking to see it’s clear. You grit your teeth as you turn the wheel to get it on the road before heading to the garage. 

You couldn’t be happier to see the old-fashioned neon sign saying, “Younghoon’s Garage.” You groan as you turn the wheel, putting everything into it just to make it turn left. As you pull in, you see someone leaning against the entryway of a garage door. His hair is slightly in his eyes as he looks down at the ground. He looks up as you get closer, and you see him for the first time. You’ve never seen someone make a gray denim overshirt and white tee look so good. You huff out a breath as he waves you in, walking to the back of the garage. He guides you onto the lift, and if you weren’t struggling behind the wheel, you would have been stunned by his pretty smile. When he motions for you to stop, you tiredly put it into park, putting the handbrake down before turning it off. You shake your hands, getting the feeling back in them after gripping the wheel tightly to maneuver it. 

You open your door and get out to see him waiting for you. He greets you with a warm smile, and you smile back as you shut the door behind you, “Hi, I’m (Y/n).” And he smiles, “Nice to meet you, I’m Younghoon.” You stop your jaw from dropping and tell him it’s nice to meet him, too. You didn’t expect him to be the owner. He looks at your car, “Your belt was squealing.” You sigh, “I know…” He shrugs as he laughs, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Did the power steering belt snap? It looked like you were struggling to turn it.” You nod, and he pats your shoulder, “I’m glad you got here safe then.” You sigh, “Me too.” He smiles and tells you, “Anyways, the garage is all yours to use! If you need parts or anything. Feel free to see my office.” He points to the door that leads out of the garage. He gives you one last smile before leaving, and you smile back.

You roll down the garage door, not wanting to deal with the slight breeze blowing inside while you’re working. You prop the hood up and head to the toolboxes, looking for the sockets and wrenches. You take the socket wrench with you and test the sockets against the bolt until you find the right size. And with ease, you loosen the idler pulley. You ratchet it back into place after removing the belt. You read the dimensions and write it down on your phone before heading to Younghoon's office. You open the door and find he’s nowhere to be found. You look down at the counter, trying to figure out what to do. When you see a ripped sheet of notebook paper, “(Y/n), if you need me, I’m in the garage two doors down!” You smile, not expecting his penmanship to be so pretty. You walk out the front door and hear the loud sounds of an air ratchet. You follow them to the garage he told you he’d be in. And see him pulling a back tire off of a Maverick. You take the sight in momentarily before reminding yourself that you’re here to work on your vehicle, not admire the shop owner. You come up to him, and before you can say anything, he rolls the tire up against the wall and sees you first. “Hey, (Y/n)! Whatcha ya need?” You smile, “My belts, but I can wait for you to finish this up.” He shakes his head, wipes his hands off on a white towel, and gets off the roller, “No need! I have another hour to replace the brakes on this Maverick.” You laugh and shrug, “If you say so.” 

He leads you back to the shop, and that’s when you catch the smell of his cologne for the first time. You shake your head; of course, he smells good too. He holds the door open for you and lets you in. He runs his hand through his hair as he asks, “What sizes?” You tell him, and he nods, “I’ll go get them from the back.” You watch him disappear behind the shelving units. He peeks his head out for a second, and you resist smiling about how cute he is as he asks, “Anything else?” You shake your head and tell him, “No, I’m good.” He comes the rest of the way out, and you have to remind your heart that even if looks cute, he’s just doing his job. You thank him as he gently puts them in your hands. He heads out the front door while you head back out the side door to your garage.

After setting the new ones down, you take and toss the old ones into the rubber disposable bin. You find a clean rag and wet it with soap and water to clean off the pulleys. One dirty rag later, everything is cleaned and ready for its new belts. You head to your glovebox and pull out the modified diagram you made when you last replaced the belts. You mutter to yourself, “Next time, I’m getting a serpentine kit, so I only have to fix one belt.” You sigh as you look over your notes before slipping the new power steering belt out of its packaging. You fold and put it away, having already memorized the modified diagram. You slip it underneath the crankshaft pulley, before pulling the belt up to the alternator pulley, and slipping it over it. The easy part is over. You slide it underneath the water pump before moving the belt to where the power steering pulley is to wind it around. You work the belt up to the pulley, and it starts giving you a hard time. It takes two tries before you can muster all of your strength in your hands to force it up and over. You let out a breath of relief and take a break for water, sitting on the shop chair, knowing that the worst belt was over.

You take your time before heading back to the engine. The last step would be easy. All you had to do was get this over and out of this garage, and you’d be set for the next forty to seventy thousand miles if you’d play your cards right. You sigh as you pull the big belt out of its packaging and play with it, debating if your car was worth the trouble. You shake your head, deciding to do it, checking your diagram one last time before slipping the belt under the crankshaft pulley. After several minutes of struggling, you finally get the belt over the idler pulley. You grumble at it before attempting to push it over the a/c pulley. You try several more times but continue to come up short, just getting it to skim the top of it, not being able to push it over. You decide to let it go, thinking it’ll rest on the idler, and you watch as it slips right off both and onto the ground. 

Having enough, you yell at it, “You gotta be kidding me!” You get down on your knees and pull it off the floor as you hear the office door fly open. You look to see Younghoon rushing out, “I heard you yell! Are you okay!?” You glare at the belt, “I’m okay… just mad at an inanimate object.” He chuckles, “You had me worried there.” After a moment, he gently asks, “Can I help?” You give him a look, “Wouldn’t that cost more…” He shakes his head with a laugh as he tells you, “You’ve already spent three hours here. I’ve got my money's worth.” You chuckle, “I guess so. And only if you want to.” He smiles and comes around to the front beside you, “Which belt are you working on?” You pull your diagram out showing him, “The air conditioning belt.” He nods, looking over it as he memorizes it, “Okay, let’s do it together.” 

He rolls his gray sleeves up before holding his hand out for the belt. You hand it over, and he has you switch sides. He reaches his arm down and slips it under the crankshaft pulley. When he lifts his head, he compliments you, “You did well on the other belt!” You thank him, and he lets you pull it over the idler, and with a struggle, you push it over. His arm brushes yours as he reaches for the belt, “You hold it tight on the idler, and I’ll try to push it over the AC, okay?” You nod and clasp your hand over it so it doesn’t move off of the pulley. And with a grunt, he shoves it over, and your jaw drops before you go, “I loosened it up for you.” He looks over at you, and he winks, “Sure.” You look away to hide your fluster making a show of picking up your socket wrench. And he asks, “What size do you have so we can make this job go quicker?” You tell him, and he walks away as you start tightening down the bolts. He leans down beside you, putting his arm inside to tighten the crankshaft pulley. As you bump his side, you look over at him and give him an awkward smile, and he laughs as he does the same. You both continue bumping into each other until it’s all set in place, exchanging little smiles each time. 

Once it’s all seated in place and perfect, he goes, “Start ‘er up!” You grin, and he backs up from the front as you hop inside and turn it over, giving it some gas until it roars. You pop out, and he goes, “Well, it hasn’t come flying off yet. So I think we did a good job.” You smile, “I think so too!” You both get closer, looking over the engine, watching the two belts spin around the pulleys. You step back, and he raises his hand up, you smile as you give him a high five, and he smiles back. You head back inside your car and turn it off. When you pop back out, he asks, “What do you say to takeout?” You blink at him, “Huh?” He tells you, “You’ve been here for almost three and a half hours and haven’t eaten. And I’m quite hungry for dinner. So, what do you say to takeout?” You shake your head, “You don’t have to-” He shakes his head back at you, “No, you’ve worked your ass off to get this thing here, and then you had to struggle with these belts. So what would you like?” You smile, “Something delicious.” He nods, “I know just the place. You get everything cleaned up, and I’ll order, okay?” You nod, “Sounds good.” 

He heads to his office while you put all the tools you’ve borrowed away into their proper places. Throwing the dirty rag into a bucket for rags before heading back to your car and lifting the hood up off the prop, setting that down first before you shut the hood. You head to his office to see him bringing a chair in for you to sit on and hold your hands out, “Got anywhere to wash my hands?” He nods, “Yeah,” he moves from behind his desk and shows you to it. “Feel free to use it how you like.” You nod and give him a small, “Thanks!” You make your way back just as he’s placing the bags of food down. He hears you walking towards him and goes, “Just in time~” You smile and walk over as you figure out whose box is which. 

As you eat, you think about what to say to him. When it hits you, you tell him, “You know, I thought you were an old man.” He tilts his head at you as he leans back, “Why’s that?” You laugh, “You pretty much work only on classic cars. And when you answered, I thought I was talking to the owner's son or something.” He runs his hand through his hair as his lips press together, “Oh, I hope it was a pleasant surprise.” You laugh, “Yeah, it was nice.” He smiles, and after a pause, he says, “You know, we’re a little odd?” You ask, “Why’s that?” And he tells you, “We both like working on old cars.” You shake your head, “I guess we are a little odd.” You both giggle, and he claps his hands together, which makes you laugh even harder. Finding it endearing, the words, “So cute,” slip out before you can stop them. Your eyes go wide, and you quickly look down, digging into your food, acting as if your food made you say it. You don’t see his ears turn red, but you feel his stare on you as you eat, yet he doesn’t say anything. So you figure he just brushed it off. After a few moments of silence, he says, “You know I’ve never worked on a Boss until today.” You gasp, finally looking up at him, “What about ridden in one?” He shakes his head, “Never. Only ever seen them at car shows.” You smile as you tell him, “I guess we’ll have to change that. What do you say we take my car for a test drive after this?” He grins, “I’d like that.” You eat another bite, and he asks, “What do you say to ice cream?” You smile, “I’d like that. It'll be my treat for helping me.” He smiles, “Okay, and I’ll guide you to it while you show me what your baby can do~” You grin, “Okay!” 

When you’ve both finished eating, you clean up your trash and toss it in the can. He clicks the button for the garage and leads you out, “I’ll have to shut from inside, but I’ll guide you off, okay?” You nod and head to your car. Hopping in, you turn it over, checking the door is fully up before you start easing the car off the lift, looking over to the side to see him motioning you. You gulp as you hear your back tires hit the ramp, and he smiles at you, encouraging you to keep going. You get your car off the lift and onto the pavement outside and watch as the garage door shuts in front of you. He comes out of the shop with his keys in hand, and you pop the door open for him, “Hi.” He smiles, “Hi.” You watch as he sinks into the seat, his knees practically to his chest. And you both laugh before you say, “You can put the seat back.” He scoots the chair and leans it back. And with a sigh, he says, “That's a lot more comfortable.” You shake your head, still laughing, “I bet.” Making sure his seatbelt is on, you ask, “Ready?” He smirks, “Born ready.” 

You reverse until you can spin it around and drive onto the main route. Instead of hearing the squealing, you hear the gentle roar of your motor. And he tells you, “It already sounds better.” You smile at him as you shift into first gear, “It does.” You smoothly transition from second to third gear as you get up to speed. He relaxes in the seat as he watches you drive, and you feel excitement as you race down the road. You pat the wheel, “That’s it, baby~” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him smiling at you, “What?” He shrugs his shoulders, “Nothing.” You ask, “You sure?” He smiles, “You just look good behind the wheel.” You blush, “Is that so?” He hums, “Yeah.” He doesn’t say anything else, and you both listen to the radio, unsure of what else to say. 

You shift it into fourth as the speed limit finally reaches seventy. And he lets out a little cheer, and you grin over at him, and he asks, “How fast can it go?” You smirk, “Wanna find out?” He nods excitedly, and you check behind you to see an empty street. You look at him with a smirk before slamming down on the gas and taking off. You watch as you fly up to eighty, quickly hitting ninety. You grin as you push a hundred, “It can go faster if you’re up for it?” As you take a glimpse at him, you see his sparkling eyes, “Hell yeah!” Your grip on the wheel gets tighter as you watch the road more intensely, and just as you hit 110, you see headlights coming towards you. You ease up on the gas as you pout, “We could have hit a hundred and thirty…” Your speed quickly drops, and he says, “Well if it’s any consultation-” You look over at him as your gauge drops back down to a safe seventy, “Hmm?” He grins, putting his hand over your other hand that’s now resting on the shifter, and links his fingers through yours, “That was the coolest experience I’ve had in months!” You giggle at him, “I’m glad you enjoyed it~” He smiles as he tells you, “And we’re about an intersection from the ice cream place.” You grin, “That’s even better news!” You slow down further as you get through the intersection. You notice his hand still over yours and squeeze his fingers as you shift down. He tells you to turn left as you shift into second. With one hand, you spin the wheel left and pull into the ice cream stand. You pull in, put into park, and look at his hand. He gasps as he quickly removes it from yours, and you resist your pout until he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was-” You shake your head, “I liked it.” 

You get out of the car and offer him your hand, and he smiles as he links his hand in yours. You order your ice creams and pay for them before heading to the pickup line. You both talk quietly as you wait in front of the window. The person behind the window asks, “One cone and one sundae?” You both nod and take yours and some napkins before walking away, “Where do you want to sit?” He looks at the tree close to the car, “Underneath the tree?” You smile, “Sounds good to me.” You sit side by side underneath the tree while the sun slowly starts setting in the sky, and you ask, “So, what do you like to do for fun?” He smiles, “Watch movies and play video games.” You nod as you eat another bite of ice cream, and he asks, “What about you?” You smile as you tell him before asking, “Got any pets?” His eyes twinkle as he tells you about Bori and shows you photos of her. You grin, “She’s so cute!” He smiles, “The cutest.” 

You two continue talking until you finish your ice cream. You get up together and throw away your trash. “Since you’ve never worked on one or rode in one before. Have you driven one?” He shakes his head no, and you ask, “Do you want to?” He blinks, “Seriously?” You hum before you ask, “You’ve driven a manual before, right?” He nods, and you smile as you hold your keys out to him, “I trust you.” He takes them in his hands, “You sure?” You agree as you head to the passenger side, “It’s not often I get to sit over here.” He looks at you over the roof, “Well, today’s your lucky day then.” You grimace before you say, “Overall, yeah.” He laughs, “Maybe not entirely. But how about right now?” You smirk, “It's better cause you're here.” He laughs as he sits down and shakes his head at you. He has to push the seat back again as you adjust your seat to have a straighter back. You both shut your doors and put on your seatbelts before he looks over at you and turns it over, giving it a little gas before it roars to life. 

He lets up on the handbrake and engages the clutch, letting it slide into first. You watch him as he sticks his tongue out while he pulls out of the parking spot to concentrate. You giggle as you look at him, and he looks over at you and winks. You shake your head, and he pulls onto the road and shifts into second, quickly changing into third, then fourth as he gets it up to seventy. When he’s comfortable driving, no longer concentrating, you bump his hand that’s resting above the shifter. He grins over at you and takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. 

You look at your joined hands and wonder how today went from rotten to wonderful. But as you trail your eyes up to his, “It was because of you.” He gives you an odd look, “Huh?” And you smile, “You made my day go from rotten to wonderful.” He squeezes your fingers, “My day was boring before you showed up.” You laugh, “Is that because I gave you something to do?” He shakes his head, “No. It’s not often someone as pretty as you walks into my shop.” You pout, “How often is not often?” He smiles, “Well, considering I’ve only seen you once? Once.” You roll your eyes, “Smooth,” but grin as you watch the streetlights fly past you. 

You let his hand go so he can shift down when you see the shop in the distance. And before your hand can completely part from his, his pinky catches yours. You giggle as he shifts with your hand still partially in his. He slows down and parks in front of the garage you were in before. When you have to get out of the car, it’s his turn to pout as he shuts off your car. “What?” You ask as you shut the door behind you, “I still want to hold your hand.” You laugh as you hold your hand out for him to take again, “Okay.” He takes your hand in his and leads you to the shop door. He unlocks it and turns the light on before walking to his desk and sitting on his shop chair. 

He asks you to sit down in yours, and you do, before you ask, “So, how much do I owe you?” He looks back at you, “I don’t feel like it’s right to charge you after we just went on a date…” You roll your eyes, “Before that, I was just a regular customer.” He shakes his head, “Regular customers are old gearheads…” You laugh, “So does that make me special, or do you invite them to eat dinner with you too?” His face twists up in disgust as you cackle, “Ew…” You ask again, “Anyways, what’s the total?” He sighs, “$80…” You roll your eyes, “The real total…” He shakes his head, “I only charge $27 an hour.” “Really? Even for the parts?” He shakes his head, “I can’t charge you for them when I helped you.” You give him a confused look, “But you only helped me with one…” He shrugs, “And?” You blink at him, “Why?” He grins, “Because you’re cute.” You shake your head at him, “I don’t know how you stay in business.” He smirks, “Probably because you never came in before.” You blush, and with your free hand, you fish out your card and shove it into the card reader. “What if I want to charge you something?” He blinks at you, “What do you mean?” You grin as you ask, “A date with me on Friday?” He gives you a small smile, “I would go on a date with you for free…” You shrug, “Okay, so free of charge, what do you say to date with me on Friday?” He grins, “I’d love to.”

[deoboyznet]

it's time for our monthly HOUSEMATE SPOTLIGHT! deoboyznet proudly introduces @astrae4 !

gill says: HIHI EVERYONEEE 😋 I’m Gill!! A member of tee-bee-zee-net hehe~ you may be familiar with me through my works for enha and zb1, but tbz is ultimately my ult 🫶 I’m currently on hiatus and often times off face of earth for dots of times due to health complications, but my requests are always open for anything but rated asks, so let’s be friends!!! 😘😘

**interview below the cut**

who are your bias(es) and bias wrecker(s)?

Bias from the start to now is and has always been Choi Chanhee 💗 My bias wreckerrrr… oh this one changes a lot! But usually it’s Jacob and Younghoon 😋

when did you first start stanning the boyz?

I started stanning tbz during late 2021 (while eric was still in hiatus 😭)

what is your favorite era of the boyz?

Hassss to be ROAR, no doubt!! My first time seeing ot11 comeback and the music video + performance was just so so good!! Also…red-haired chanhee 😘

what the boyz song are you currently obsessed with?

HAS TO BE MAVERICK

love that song

what do you write? (favorite genres; if you're known for fluff/angst/comedy/smut/etc.)

I write everything but smut!! But my readers usually associate me with fluff HAHA

what is a fic/work people should check out from you?

For sure, Affogato Tell Yuu Smth! It’s an exes to lovers SMAU featuring Lee Juyeon and an oc (or you) and it’s my pride and joy!! Took me so long to finish it haha!

▷ read gill's affogato tell yuu smth here!

[ohmygs-blog]

hey bestie!!! this is going to be a long one lol.

i absolutely love halloween so let me word vomit some ideas to you. trigger warning, i am a theatre kid so i will list some musical themed ones.

- phantom & christine (phantom of the opera)

- gomez & morticia (addams family)

- brad & janet (rocky horror)

- bonnie & clyde

- spider-man & mary-jane or gwen stacy (FOR MARK PLEASE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SPIDER-MARK)

- emily & victor (corpse bride)

- rapunzel & flynn/eugene (tangled)

- frankenstein’s monster & bride of frankenstein

- siren/mermaid & pirate (sexy)

- ghostface duo (sexy)

- lifeguards (sexy)

fun fact: new & younghoon from the boyz dressed up as emily & victor for halloween 2021 during maverick era & it was iconic.

also, feel free to have one of the dreamies dressed as what the girl would usually be like jungwoo has been bella swan & rose from titanic. (totally can see haechan wanting to wear a wig & dress to be the prettier one)

hi bae 🫶 not the warning 😭 i’m a bit of a theatre kid myself lolll

no bc why do i wanna write chenle wanting to be ghostface instead of what i already wrote… just makes sense and would be so sexy tbh hmmmm

yesss already had spider-mark in mind hehehe

was totally going for a rapunzel vibe with renjuns costume suggestion n idk why but i really wanted to pirate costume but couldn’t think of anything to go with it so thank uuuuu

i did already write haechans but no bc i can perfectly imagine him being like im the girl bc im sexy???

fun fact for u: tbz were like my ults at this time + new and younghoon were my biases soooo i remember being literally insane over them

[bella-feed]

the boyz masterlist

,,hey alexa, play maverick by the boyz 🎧"

my bias in the boyz is juyeon.

Sangyeon

yet to be written...

Jacob

yet to be written...

Younghoon

yet to be written...

Hyunjae

yet to be written...

Juyeon

stargazing?

Kevin

yet to be written...

New

yet to be written...

Q

yet to be written...

Haknyeon

yet to be written...

Sunwoo

yet to be written...

Eric

yet to be written...

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ot11

yet to be written...

[slytherinshua]

the boyz duh 🗣️‼️

DUH ‼️‼️‼️

fan or not: ofc i am cause i have TASTE

how long i’ve been a fan: okay so first when the mix and max came out so march 2023 was when i fell in love w changmin but then.... i didn't really stan until lip gloss mv came out so officially august 2023!!

first song i heard by them: i think maverick

first mv i saw: maverick or... no air?? maybe??? idk...

first bias: changmin <3

current bias and why: jacob and changmin. jacob bcuz i soon realized he's like MY TYPE. like my type my type my type I ADORE HIM SM I NEED HIM SKJDKDSK. changmin is still my pookie forever i love him he makes me emo

bias wrecker(s): FUCKING KEVIN MOON 👹 and eric and younghoon :(

favourite song: KSJDKS BITE BACK AND SURVIVE THE NIGHT AND MERRY BAD ENDING AND BACK ALL BLACK 🗣️

favourite mv: KSJDKS ROAR PROBABLY OMG??? roar is just 🫦 but honorable mention to whisper and the stealer

favourite era: whisper era probably orrrr no air era

favourite choreography: OMG THE STEALER OR BITE BACK OR CHECKMATE BUT YOU LITERALLY CANT GO WRONG W TBZ HELLO

who i think is the best-looking: hyunjae??

who i think is the cutest: changmin :(( and haknyeon too

best singer: MY MANS JACOB BAE (and sangyeon)

best dancer: juyeon juyeon juyeon juyeon

best rapper: THE ONE AND ONLY KIM SUNWOO

an unpopular opinion about the group/members (if i have any): uhm the hate towards the boyz is the most forced hate ever like. ppl say stray kids hate is forced BUT TBZ HATE IS SOO FORCED. they're literally the most all rounder group and they are just ICONIC.

send me a kpop group ask game !!!

[snagyeon]

watching maverick mv. why is half of the mv dedicated to younghoon being a sopping wet loser

[sungbeam]

HI BEAMIE YES WE CAN FOR SURE TALK ABT THE CORPSE BRIDE AU

I’M ENVISIONING CHANHEE IF WE WANNA KEEP UP WITH THE VICTORIAN/GOTHIC ERA VIBES CAUSE IDK HE’S JUST BUILT FOR THAT ERA TO ME, A PERFECT VICTOR 🤭

BUTTTTT If we’re talking abt maybe a modern remake (closer to ParaNorman) where character A has to put character B to rest because they keep causing mayhem or smth then I think Kevin, Haknyeon, or Eric would fit the part!

Thoughts and opinions are always appreciated tho I’m here if you wanna blast out your ideas 🤭

- A very flattered 🌷 anon (with a genius brain)

BRO OKAY if im being very honest, i haven't actually watched corpse bride or paranorman 😭😭😭😭 i've watched very few tim burton movies just cuz i was always a scaredy cat as a kid 💀 BUT i thought the idea was super unique and i just loved the way u pitched it, and i kinda LOVE the challenge 🤧

okay but i've read synopses and im willing to do research/watch the movie(s) !!! and based on that one tbz halloween performance of maverick, chanhee would TOTALLY fit the corpse bride au :'))) KSBDKSJ actually, i think he played emily and younghoon was victor, so i agree that either of those two would be a good fit 🤔

sjbfjsndjdjd i def need to go watch some clips of this but i am very partial to make kev norman LMAO i am realizing how very little i have to bring to the table rn 💀 but i might be able to choose one and write it in time for halloween !!! 😼😼😼 anyways, very cool ideas AND I DO WANNA WRITE AT LEAST ONE OF THEM !! i recently started writing this one au and i really do wanna try my hand at something scary/suspenseful 😭🤧

[kimsunwooarchive]

[yixinghoneybee]

Next up in my The Boyz album journey is their third single album "Maverick". A trio of wonderful songs: the very strong title track "Maverick"; the sexy and sensual "Hypnotized"; and the mysterious and absolutely perfect "Russian Roulette" 👍😘😍💞💓💗💕💋

[daisyvisions]

Hey! I love ur writing so much 🥹 can i request 2+15+33 from the prompt that you post for the other members? This one is for hak tho hehehehe and if you could also add enemies to lovers trope cause im a sucker for them 😩😩 tysm in advance 🥰🥰

(I know this leans towards the enemies portion but trust me there's a hint of lovers somewhere jkasndajs I had fun writing this one since it's my 1st Maverick au! hehe)

Whatever You Say

Member: Ju Hakyneon (Maverick au!)

Prompts: 2. “I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”, 15. “Mine. All mine.”, & “33 “Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), cnc (coercion), rough sex (+ unprotected), choking, spit used as lube, hair pulling, fingering, pussy slapping, pet names used (sweetheart, good girl), mentions of blood, death, killing, and sharp objects.

Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka coercion) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

A/N: In this scenario, Hakyneon wins in Maverick (sorry Eric 😭)

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When you said you were going to kill Haknyeon one day, you never thought you’d have to… literally. Especially now when you’re forced to do it in order to survive.

“Lee Juyeon & Lee Hyunjae, eliminated. Only three students remaining: Sohn Eric, Ju Haknyeon, and L/N Y/N.” The PA system echoes through the empty halls of the school.

“Shit…” you muttered under your breath.

You should’ve followed your gut and rejected this offer the moment those suspicious people in black entered your classroom that one fateful day, claiming that this “special program” would set you up for a life of success if you win the game.

From seeing some of your classmates faces almost everyday since you were a kid to watching them die at the hands of one another. Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up. Honestly you still wonder how you managed to make it to the final three without getting caught.

As you slowly walk down the empty halls you once knew, tightening the hold you have on your spiked bat, your body is suddenly pushed and tackled down into the floor of the open classroom nearby.

A pair of thighs pinning your waist down to the cold cement floor as you struggle to grab your weapon to defend yourself. Your heart starts to pound the moment you hear the voice of body caging you speak,

“Never thought I'd live to see the day… Y/n lying so beautifully under me.” Haknyeon’s cocky smile burning right through you.

“Fuck you, get off me!” you spit back.

“No need to be mean sweetheart.” He caresses your lips with his thumb. “C’mon, I wanna enjoy this before it ends.” His thumb shoving into your mouth, the warm contact of your saliva making his crotch twitch. Haknyeon leans forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.” His eyes consumed with a kind of darkness you weren’t able to read.

“Any last words sweetheart?” he pulls away from you, gently pressing the sharp end of his bloody pencil at your throat.

How he managed to use a regular pencil as a weapon was beyond you, the same one that eliminated Younghoon hours prior.

You stare into his eyes, remembering this was the final image you’d have before your life was taken from you. “No last words? Alright, suit yourself.” He shrugs.

You quickly shut your eyes as Haknyeon raises his hand to strike your throat. But instead of feeling a sharp pain pierce through your skin, you heard the sound of the necklace chained to your throat buzz and malfunction.

When you slowly open one of your eyes to see what had happened, the pencil Haknyeon had used broke the necklace. He pulled the device apart and threw it across the room.

“L/N, Y/N eliminated. Two students remaining…” the PA system announces a few seconds later.

You look back up at Haknyeon in confusion…. Did he just save your life? Before you’re even able to speak, Haknyeon interrupts you.

“The system thinks you’re dead. I figured it out. Those idiots in black overlooked that issue.”

“I- I don’t understand…” you stutter.

“I can get you out of here alive… As much as I hate you, I dont think I can bare to see another person I know die.”

Silence falls between the two of you, your eyebrows still scrunched together as you still try to grasp the situation.

“Unless… you really want me to kill you?” Haknyeon utters as he raises his hand to your neck, firmly grasping it until you’re slightly gasping for air. In a scenario like this, you’re supposed to be scared for dear life. But instead, you feel the front of your panties getting soaked.

“Hak… please…”

“Hmmm…Beg and maybe I'll think about it.” He responds.

“Please Hak, I’ll do whatever you say. Just let me go!” you plead. Hakyneon smirks back at you with so many thoughts running in his mind.

“Alright…” He pauses for a moment.

“Turn around and bend over.”

“W-what?” your eyes widen, unsure of what he’ll do to you.

“Bend. Over.” His hand grips your neck a little tighter, signaling you to just do as you’re told. No questions asked.

Haknyeon adjusts himself off as you flip around to get on your knees and elbows. You feel the cold air hit your sensitive skin as you stick your ass up towards him.

You feel his warm hands suddenly gripping your waist, his erection press against your core. His hand snakes under your skirt, stroking your covered clit in circles. You bite your lip, trying to hold yourself back from moaning at his touch.

Haknyeon groans as he feels your soaked panties. “You’re pretty wet for someone who hates my guts, don’t you think?” he smirks.

You feel a slap on your sensitive bud then his full hand gripping your mound. His other hand reaching to grab your hair, pulling him closer to whisper in your ear,

“Mine. All mine.” he growls.

He lets go of your hair and unzips his pants, lowering them along with his boxers enough to free his aching cock. His other hand flips your skirt up, pulling your panties to the side enough to expose your wet cunt.

His rough fingertips glide through your folds, making you whimper from the friction. Before aligning the tip of his cock at your entrance, he aggressively spits onto your hole. Your breath hitches from the warmth of his saliva hitting you.

Honestly he didn't even have to spit on your cunt, it was incredibly soaked with your juices. He was just in the heat of the moment, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins. The thought of defiling you in some sort of way turns him on even more.

Without warning, he pushes his whole length into you. He hisses at the tightness clenching onto this member as you gasp from how quick your walls were being stretched out.

Haknyeon wastes no time and starts thrusting in and out of you, groaning at the sounds of both your skin slapping against each other and your wet pussy squelching.

He increases his pace, his fingers digging into your hips as you try to muffle your wanton moans (in case Eric finds where you two are.)

You beg Haknyeon to fuck you deeper as he hits your gummy spot inside, feeling the coil inside you tighten the more his tip nudges the spot.

“Good fucking girl…” his praise slurring as he also begins to feel his high approaching. The nickname is enough to send you over the edge as your walls tightly clench his cock and gush all your hot fluids onto him. Trying to muffle out your moan as much as you could.

“Ff-fucckkk” Hakyneon groans and without warning (again), his cum bursts inside you, filling you up to the brim. His white fluid gushing out of your tight hole as he pulls his cock out.

He quickly pulls his pants up as your body plops to the ground, trying to catch your breath. Before he gets up, he slips a paper in your hand. When you open the folded paper, you see it’s a drawn map telling you where to exit.

As you look up you see Hakyneon walking towards the door, picking up your bat in the process. Before closing the door he looks over his shoulder, scanning your body from head to toe with a cocky smirk,

“See you on the outside sweetheart.”