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𖦹 ̼   ᮫   DUMB N POETICᘞ̸⠀ ׁ ₊ KIM JI WOONG

summary   ༝༚༝༚ … when you received your assignment for the professor you would study under for your student teaching, you were ecstatic. and when you met Dr. Kim, things got even better. he was intelligent, helpful, kind, and not to mention extremely handsome. he also seemed to not care about the fact that you were supposed to have no romantic relationship with him. and Jiwoong also seemed to think that you were too dumb to notice all of the things he was doing behind your back. but God forbid if you ever tried to leave him in the same fashion he never hesitated to do with you 18+ MDNI

wc 12082 !  ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა   ۫  ੭̲    𝓴jw & 𝓯!reader   ⊹   teacher x student teacher, university!au ( short n sweet mini series ) ( library )

爱    ࿁ ⠀ ˚⠀ warnings … VERY oc Jiwoong (he would never act like this), toxic!Jiwoong, cheating, manipulation, age gap of 5 years, self-doubt, my attempts at writing angst, there’s some lowkey messed up things in this so be warned   ︩︪ ׅ

✉️ thank you for all of your guys’ support and patience! didn’t expect to get this carried away with this fic, but o well. this IS NOT PROOFREAD lol, I wanted to get it out so I’ll come back around to editing it soon!

18+ warnings ... unprotected p in v sex, dry humping, nipple play, cum play?, Jiwoong really likes kissing, lowkey a possession kink

The amount of effort you put into everything was one of the qualities you admired most about yourself. Being hardworking was so satisfying to you, following the rules, and doing what was right. Those things set you on a solid path to follow your dream. Sure, you had never thought you would’ve wanted to become a teacher, but as you got older, you found yourself thriving whenever you spent time with kids. Surprisingly, instead of finding it draining, you were rejuvenated by helping them, and the thought of having a positive impact on such young minds was what ultimately drove you to pursue teaching. Everything that everyone has ever told you about the profession: “The pay doesn’t match the workload,” “You’ll get tired of it before the end of the first year,” “Are you sure you have the patience to work with kids?” never deterred you from it. 

You wanted to teach kids about the qualities that were so important to you.

The years of schooling passed by quickly for you, concentrating on becoming the best you could and spending time with your friends to make sure you didn’t miss out on the university experience. And it was fun, the time of graduation seemingly so far away. Until it wasn’t, and the program was beginning to sort out the final hurdle that your class had to get through–student teaching. Teacher assisting, whatever you wanted to call it, the assignments were slowly passed out, and while your peers received locations at surrounding primary and secondary schools, you were one of the few who would work at a university. 

“We think that a higher level of education would suit you better. You’re one of the best students we have in this program.” Was what your professors had told you when you’d requested to switch to a primary school. You were flattered, of course, your hard work was being recognized, but you didn’t understand why you would be working with an older group of students that might as well be as old as you when you were studying to work with younger kids. 

And your plans to switch anyway were rudely interrupted when the email from the professor you would be working under came through. It was the basics: excited to be working with you, this is what we’re doing this semester, here’s what I need you to prepare for… etcetera. Signed Dr Kim. Maybe it was a bit immature of you to complain to your friends about this opportunity, but you proceeded to despite it. 

Giselle’s eyes widened when you mentioned who you were studying under.

“Are you being serious?”

You had furrowed your eyebrows and nodded, confused at her surprised tone. 

“YN-ie, Dr Kim is like, a big deal– didn’t even know he took student teachers…”

You huffed out a breath, annoyed as you scribbled over your notes a bit. “Yeah, well, then you can have him. All I wanted was to work with some primary students but nooo–”

“Older kids won’t be half the trouble little kids will be,” Giselle mumbled, and you figured she was probably thinking about her own assignment.

“Little kids wouldn’t judge me half as much as these older kids will,” you countered and that was that. 

The thought still circled around your mind as you arrived at the university for your first day, nerves practically eating you alive as you navigated your way to Dr Kim’s classroom. Your parents had always taught you to be earlier than necessary, and thank goodness for that, considering it took you a good twenty minutes to find the room. You knew this place was big, but you thought that the online map would’ve been at least a bit more helpful. After asking one janitor and two other professors where Dr Kim’s room was, you finally approached the door. 

Softly, you tapped your knuckles against the wood a few times. On the other side, a warm voice called out, “It’s open!” Another rush of adrenaline ran through you as you sucked in a deep breath, gripping the papers of the requirements for your program in one of your hands as you pushed open the door. 

That breath was instantly stolen from you as you peeked inside, the man sitting at the desk in the corner of the room was more attractive than any other person you’d met before. Like an idiot, you stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes trailing over his sharp facial features, the curve of his pale pink lips, the way his glasses were sat on his nose, and how his dark hair was pushed back in a way that was clearly careless to him but looked anything but. You tried to ignore how his white button-up shirt clung to his arms and chest as he turned in his chair to look over at you. Suddenly, you felt very self-conscious about the black blouse and brown dress pants you were wearing. 

“Ms Kang?” You blinked harshly as his uttering of your last name snapped you out of your thoughts. 

A smile forces its way onto your lips as you take a step into the hall, closing the door gently behind you. “Yes, hi, nice to meet you,” you say, tilting your head in a small bow. You think your brain short circuits as he smiles back at you, but you can’t really tell. 

Dr Kim leans back in his chair, “Nice to meet you too. Are you excited for your first day?”

No, you think to yourself as you remain across the room from him.

Instead, you keep the smile up as you nod slightly. “I’m excited. Mostly nervous though.”

He chuckles as he gestures for you to come over to his desk. The sound of the heels of your shoes clicking on the floor resounds throughout the space as you approach him. Unfortunately, he’s even more perfect up close. “Don’t be. You’ll be great, not that I’m having you do much today anyway.” You do your best to follow his words, eyes flicking everywhere but his own. 

You miss the way Dr Kim tilts his head a little. “Hey,” he says, his voice the epitome of comfort to you already, and your eyes finally move to meet his. It’s difficult for you to decipher what he’s thinking, to tell if the caring gleam in his dark irises is real or not. “I’ll be here to help you. You’ll be great,” he repeats and you nod a little. 

“Not to sound ungrateful, but I was supposed to be working with younger kids,” you laugh softly and the smile on Dr Kim’s lips doesn’t fade in the slightest. 

“You want to work with primary students then?” You nod and he lets out a little sound of acknowledgment. “Well, Ms Kang, from what I’ve heard about you is that you’re exceptionally bright for your age.” 

“I’m not–” 

He cuts you off, “Ah, none of that.” Dr Kim extends a hand towards you, gesturing towards the bag on your shoulder. “You can just put that in my office and then come back out here. I’m excited to begin working with you.” 

You don’t think the flush on your face goes anywhere for the rest of the day. Dr Kim told the truth, for the first day you barely did anything except pass out materials and help him organize things, but it was plenty for you. Thankfully, none of the students seemed to be too interested in you, all focused on the material of the class. And you found yourself falling into the same trap. 

It was easy to understand why Dr Kim had the reputation he did, the way he spoke captured everyone effortlessly. You could tell he was intelligent and he was so well-spoken that he made even the most boring material seem interesting. The end of the teaching day was there before you could process it. 

Small talk was made between you and Dr Kim as you stood at the podium at the side of the room, collecting and sorting through lecture notes from the day as he sat at his desk, grading something that according to him was from the previous week. As you finish, you glance over at him, collecting the papers in your hands before walking back over to his desk. 

“All done,” you say quietly, setting the stack down on the corner of the furniture. Dr Kim looks briefly over at you as he nods his head once. 

“Thank you for helping me with that.”

You laugh a little, “It’s my job.”

He smiles, “I know it’s your job, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate you helping me with these things.” Dr Kim pauses for a moment before continuing. “Good job today, I’ll have you get more involved as the week goes on. Hopefully, by next week you’ll be ready to teach some of the lessons.”

“Sounds good,” you agree. A beat of silence.

“And… I want you to know that I’m here to help you if you need anything,” Dr Kim says and when he looks up at you, you have to push away the way your heart speeds up. “I want to know if you’re struggling, if you don’t understand something, if you have any worries.” The soft look in his eyes appears again, and you can tell this time–it’s true. “This can be a hard career to be in, for many reasons, and I want to be someone for you to lean on.”

You nod again, feeling your face warm up just a bit, and you hope he thinks it’s just the blush that you’d put on that morning. “Of course.” 

There’s a satisfied look on his face as he turns back to his monitor. “You can head home for the night, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Slightly dazed, you quickly retrieve your bag from his office before going to leave. 

“See you tomorrow, Dr Kim! Have a good night,” you call to him as you open the door to his classroom. 

“You too,” you hear him say. “And YN?” The use of your first name stuns you a bit, for more reasons than one, and you glance over your shoulder to look at him. 

“Yes?”

“Call me Jiwoong.” Suddenly, the students judging you was no longer your main concern. 

The rest of the week passes by in a blur, and you find yourself meeting those expectations that Jiwoong was hoping for. Students began letting you help them with things they didn’t understand, Jiwoong was letting you sit next to him and watch as he graded papers (no matter how boring it seemed), and you found yourself becoming comfortable. Any doubts you’d had about working with university students melted away because, not to jinx yourself, but it was surprisingly easy. Especially with Jiwoong helping you every step of the way.

You weren’t faring any better with his presence, every little compliment he gave you only made your cheeks warm as you would try to stifle a smile and avoid eye contact. Not that you would see the way he didn’t bother trying to hide how the corners of his lips rose. Because if you did, the small crush you had would only grow. You hated admitting it, but yes, it was a crush. A small, tiny, school-girl crush that you were positive at least half of Jiwoong’s female students had on him as well. It almost couldn’t be helped–he was so kind, he handled you with such ease, and he was so knowledgeable. 

There was one night when you’d stayed with him in his classroom as it grew dark outside, expressing your worries for your future. Maybe it was wrong to open up in the way you had to someone who was supposed to be your mentor, your superior, but you had anyway. There was just something about him that made you feel so comfortable, so safe. You trusted him easily, and you barely began to notice the way things were progressing. 

About two weeks after you’d begun student teaching, Jiwoong had messaged you late on a Saturday night. 

The text itself wasn’t anything that should’ve been suspicious or out of the ordinary, just an update on a task he wanted you to complete over the weekend, it was the time he’d sent it at. Almost one in the morning. Against your better judgment, you’d asked him why he was up so late.

Dr Kim, Student Teaching Program

Sometimes I lose track of time when I’m grading things.

Sorry if I woke you up.

His response comes quickly, and you roll over in your bed as you think of how to respond. 

No, it’s okay. I was up anyway

Dr Kim, Student Teaching Program

You should be sleeping.

The smile that fights its way onto your lips almost makes you forget that this man is five years your senior, and technically your teacher. 

Too many assignments that I don’t understand that need to be done by Monday.

Dr Kim, Student Teaching Program

Call me.

So you did, and for half an hour he did help you with the work you had been struggling through, but eventually, the topics began to change. What did you do that night? What did you have for dinner? What are you doing tomorrow? 

Jiwoong spoke to you like you were an old friend of his, and you hated the way it made you feel. It made you feel important to him, like he was telling you things he wasn’t sharing with anyone else and confiding in you. Even if it was just the type of wine he’d been drinking that night. The hours ticked on, and eventually, his voice grew just a bit husky, cluing you into how he was probably getting tired.

“I’m gonna take your advice and go to bed,” you say softly into the device, your phone lying next to your head on your pillow. 

The noise he makes almost sounds like a protest. “What? It’s only… almost four in the morning, jeez–” You laugh softly, feeling your eyes droop. A moment of silence passes between the two of you. “Stay on the phone with me. Please.”

Somewhere in your dazed mind, you know if you were more awake then you would probably be kicking your feet while your heart would beat wildly. “I don’t know…” you mumble, eyes closed now.

“No, please, YN. Just… I like talking with you.”

You sniffle softly, not completely processing his words as you think about how your allergies must be acting up again. “Okay,” you breathe, giving up easily. Jiwoong lets out a breath of relief from the other side of the phone. “‘M gonna go to sleep, though.”

There’s a hint of a smile in his voice as he speaks up again, “You can go to sleep, sweet girl, I’ll stay on the phone with you.” The nickname makes your breath hitch. It feels like those two little words have erased almost every boundary between the two of you, and you nod even though he can’t see you.

“Good night, Jiwoong.”

“Sweet dreams, sweet girl–” You drift off before you hear the rest of his sentence. 

The next morning, when you wake up, your phone is dead and you curse at yourself a little for forgetting to plug it in before you fell asleep. As you get up to brush your teeth and wash your face, you plug it in, and when you return, you notice the single message from Jiwoong from about an hour ago.

Dr Kim, Student Teaching Program

I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. It won’t happen again. 

The words are sweet and they make you feel giddy as you unlock your phone.

Not at all! It was nice, my phone just died cause I didn’t have it plugged in :(

Was the frowny face professional? Absolutely not, but neither was falling asleep on the phone with the professor that you were currently studying under. And when he sends back a smiley face, you can’t help but let the thought of him possibly returning your small crush grow a bit. 

A little bit of worry creeps in as well as you think about the consequences that could come along with this, but you brush them off before you can consider it for too long. You trusted Jiwoong, he knew what was right and what was wrong. After all, you recall an hour-long conversation the two of you had had about his love for self-help books. If something went too far, he would stop it. 

Repeating that thought to yourself is what helps you pluck up enough courage to accept his request to call again that night. And the night after that after you had stayed till almost eight at night in his classroom with him. The two of you hadn’t even gotten any work done, opting for talking about anything and everything as he skimmed the same essay at least ten times. 

White noise from your ceiling fan fills your room as you stare at the blades, watching as they spin around and around while you listen to Jiwoong talk about some movie that is coming out soon that he wants to see. 

“Is this wrong?” you ask him abruptly when he finishes his sentence. On the other side of the line, he’s quiet.

“What do you mean?”

“For us to be on the phone like this…” you trail off as Jiwoong chuckles a little. 

“No. I’m making sure you’re getting the proper amount of sleep you need, remember?”

You scoff, smiling as you roll your eyes. “Cause you’re so boring.”

“You would not still be talking to me the way you do if I was boring.” There’s a double meaning to his words. You’re not dumb, you can tell, especially after working with Literature majors for what was nearing a month. 

“...You know what I mean.”

Jiwoong hums, “I do.” His effortless acknowledgment of the subject has you reeling. How could he be so casual about this? Like he couldn’t get in trouble if someone found out about the way you two had been interacting outside of the workplace? “It’s not wrong. We’re both adults.”

“But you’re technically my teacher…” 

You feel like you said the wrong thing as soon as the words leave your mouth. Like acknowledging it was making it all seem too real for him, and you hear Jiwoong sigh softly. “Not really.” 

You open your mouth to speak but before you do, Jiwoong continues. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, and I know this situation isn’t… ideal. That is, if you feel the same way I do.”

It was like everything else was forgotten for you. Everything about how this shouldn’t be happening in the slightest, how either one of your careers could be ruined if someone ever found out about this leaving your mind because it was just you and Jiwoong now. Jiwoong. Not Dr Kim. 

Your heart is racing as you speak softly into the phone, “How do you feel?”

The way he doesn’t say anything at first tells you he’s thinking deeply. Probably considering how to word things without making things seem more taboo than they already were. For a moment, it’s almost like he’s there with you–you can see his dark brown irises and the thin curve of his upper lip, and you can smell one of the custom blends of cologne he loves creating so much. You close your eyes and listen to his breathing, pretending that he’s lying right next to you. 

“I like you. A lot,” he says plainly, the man that you know to be so poetic with his words suddenly gone. “You’re the highlight of my day, the person that I rely on to make everything better even though you don’t realize it. I want to see you all of the time, not just in the professional setting.” 

You don’t know what to say, don’t know what to think, your thoughts a muddled mess of everything you believed to be right and everything that you had deemed wrong. This didn’t feel real. You must’ve fallen asleep. You pinch your thigh softly as you continue staring at the back of your eyelids. There was no way this wasn’t a dream. 

“I keep picturing you across the table from me at a nice restaurant because a girl like you should be spoiled. I want to experience new things with you, I want to watch you achieve your dreams and grow as a person. I… I want to see you when I come home in my t-shirt with dinner ready, and I want to watch you fall asleep, and be there when you wake up–”

“Jiwoong,” you interject. “Come pick me up.”

When he arrives at your apartment, you don’t bother changing out of your pajamas as you lock the door behind you, rushing to the elevator and out into the parking lot. The air feels heavy with humidity as you spot Jiwoong’s car. Every shred of hesitance you have is gone, as you get into his car, breathing heavily as you make eye contact with him. It wasn’t just the temperature that was making you feel warm anymore, it was this feeling between the two of you as he put the car into drive and took you back to his place. 

You couldn’t even describe it. Tension wasn’t the right word because it felt like so much more than that. Like you had found the right place to fit your soul and it was being kept from you. Like you were the positive end of a magnet being pulled away from the negative side. You never thought you’d be able to feel so deeply for someone, but as Jiwoong’s hand slips into your own and he guides you into his apartment, the concept of loving someone more than yourself suddenly makes sense to you.

Regret is the last thing on your mind when your back hits the door and his lips are meeting yours. The rim of his glasses knocks against your nose a bit, but all you can feel is his hands gripping the skin of your waist. Jiwoong kisses you like he’s done it before, handling your body against his like you’re all he’s ever known. His tongue gently explores your mouth, his teeth biting down a little on your lower lip as he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours.

“Do you want this?”

You let out a deep breath, “Yes.”

He kisses you deeply again, and you taste the wine he must’ve been drinking before calling you. Jiwoong’s hands are careful as he pushes you back towards his bedroom, laying you back on his bed and the look in his eyes is one that you don’t want anyone else to see as he removes your shoes. 

They’re practically glowing as they trail back up to your face, his cheeks are the same color as rosebuds and his lips are swollen from the way he’d been working them against your mouth. Hesitantly, you reach up, fingers removing his glasses from his face. The action is almost domestic, as if it was something you’d done together countless times before. When he blinks softly, you can tell his vision is adjusting, probably a little fuzzy without the aid of his prescription. 

His pupils are blown and his lips are slightly parted and, yeah, you don’t want anyone else to see him like this.

Jiwoong lowers himself back over you, body already acting on instinct as he leans to kiss you again. The feeling of the minimal amounts of your skin on his, his scent filling your mind, his hands coming up to hold your face to him as he deepens the kiss has you clutching onto his glasses still in your hand pathetically. His tongue practically licks into your mouth and your heart races at the feelings coursing through you. 

“So good… You taste so good…”

“Jiwoong–” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as his lips continue moving against yours. His taste takes over you as his tongue slowly flicks over your lower lip, gently requesting entry for an even deeper kiss.

“You’re so good. I can’t get enough of you. My sweet girl,” he says against your mouth, each syllable muffled by the gentle press of his tongue against yours as his hands slowly glide down your sides, softly tracing over your frame.

All of your rationale is consumed by desire as you press closer to him, his hands trailing down to your hips as he flips over, helping to maneuver you onto his lap. When you feel his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts and dig into your flesh over the thin fabric of your underwear.

“I tried, I tried so hard to resist you. But I can’t help it, YN, I want to enjoy you. Want to feel you.” Jiwoong’s voice is thick with need as he looks at you. 

You nod softly. You’ve never wanted anything so badly before. “Please,” you agree.

Jiwoong smiles as you speak. “Do you really want this?”

Trying to think clearly for a moment, you do your best to think of what this could result in. This wasn’t just going to be a one-time thing, you knew that, and you still had a few months left for your student-teaching. But you cared about Jiwoong. You cared about him and you knew that you could make this work. You weren’t dumb.

So, you nod a little again, “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” he breathes. “Promise to tell me if you want to stop?”

His nose bumps against yours as he speaks, arms encircling you tighter, his body slowly pushing up to you. Your hands find his face again as he leans back against the pillows by his headboard. “I promise.”

Your heart flutters when his hands slip under the bottom of your shirt. “I’ll be gentle, and I’ll stop whenever you want, I just want to hold you and– and feel you–”

He cuts himself off with a low groan, your hips subconsciously rolling down onto his. You’re glad for the thin layers of clothing you’re wearing as you watch his head tilt back. Jiwoong’s breathing quickens as he moves his fingers down your spine, body continuing to push closer to you and you can feel the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, his length pressing up into your clit easily. 

“You want me?”

Jiwoong responds instantly, bodies still moving gently against one another with an underlying need. “I want you. I want this, I want more–” He seems to regain a bit of his control as he lifts your shirt over your head, your skin bare beneath it and his fingers go up to flick at your nipples instantly. You jerk against him, the added sensations making your body move desperately to get more friction on your clit. 

“From the first time I saw you,” Jiwoong begins against your skin as he moves his lips from your cheek to your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “I knew you were going to drive me crazy because I couldn’t have you but– God, but you’ll let me have you anyway right?”

You moan weakly, feeling the wetness begin to build up in your panties, “Yes!”

One of his hands leaves your tit to go to your neck, tracing over a bite mark he’d left on the flesh. His voice has a hint of a tremble in it as his breathing becomes heavier, “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more than I want you. I can’t resist you, can you feel it? Can you feel how much I want you?”

You can, you’re grinding down onto him and it must be painful–how much he wants you. 

“I want to hear you, sweet girl, I want to hear you moan, and cry out.” He pinches your nipple softly and you yelp, feeling that coil in your stomach begin to tighten. “I want to see you come undone.”

His hands push you further down in his lap as you let out a plea of his name, teetering right on the edge. It’s pathetic, honestly, he’s barely done anything and you’re still so close. But you’re so pent up from his teasing and his words and how beautiful he is. His smell, his words, how easy this all feels. 

“Don’t hold back, YN, it’s okay… I want you to feel good.” You grip at his shoulders desperately, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm hits you suddenly. “There we go, baby, come for me. You’re doing so well.”

Jiwoong doesn’t give you a moment to breathe, moving you so you take his spot against the pillows while he removes his clothing. If you didn’t feel so dazed, you would be able to appreciate the sight of his bare torso more, the way the muscles ripple under his skin as he moves on to his sweatpants. When he’s just in his boxers, Jiwoong presses his lips to your neck again.

He continues to kiss and nibble against the skin, taking his time and enjoying you, just like he said he would. The thought makes your thighs press together, another wave of arousal already passing through you again. You press your face into his hair, breathing in his scent as his teeth meet your neck. Jiwoong lets out a soft, shuddering sigh as you press your nose into the strands, his hands going back to traveling over your bare torso, circling your nipples. 

“You’re mine?” His voice is thick with emotion, his words almost slurred as his mouth travels downwards to capture one of the buds in his mouth, suckling it softly and making you whine. You press a hand over your mouth, biting against it and muffling a moan as his hands move over your stomach and near the edge of your panties. He squeezes your hips, biting the bundle of nerves he has between his lips softly. 

“Don’t muffle it, baby, I want to hear you.”

Everything about this feels so intimate. Like you’ve never reached this level of connection with another person, and all you can do is continue thinking of him. Your thoughts simply being: Jiwoong, Jiwoong, Jiwoong.

He’s removing your shorts along with your panties, “That’s a good girl… I want to feel more, come on, sweet girl, are you okay? Do you want to go further? You’re doing so well.”

“Yes, I want more,” you respond instantly. You’d be a fool not to and your heart steadies when you glance down to see the smile on his lips. 

“You’re doing so well, my sweet girl, I’m so proud of you.” Jiwoong places one last kiss on your stomach before he leans up to kiss your lips again. Your head is swimming with desire, from being with him, from tasting his skin, from feeling him close to you like this. 

You suck in a deep breath when he parts from you. “You can keep going.” His fingers brush over your ribs as he holds your face again, mouth pressing firmly against yours, exploring every inch of you as your bodies meld together. Everything feels so warm and it’s getting hard to breathe, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Please, Woongie, I want it–” The only thing separating your entrance from his cock is the material of his boxers, and you reach down to fumble with the waistband. Jiwoong chuckles softly, lips moving over your jaw. When you finally succeed in pushing them down enough to free his length, he slowly pulls back to look at you.

Jiwoong’s thumb runs over your lips at a speed that truly shows his control. “I want to be the only one who can make you feel like this.” You part your lips, taking the digit into your mouth. He lets out a low, soft moan as you swirl your tongue around his thumb, his eyes closing briefly before he opens them again. His gaze is the darkest you’ve ever seen it as he slides his finger out and away from your tongue. 

“I want to be closer to you,” he trails off as he pecks your shoulder, and you groan when you finally feel the thickness of his tip run through your folds a few times before it finally gets caught on your entrance. “I want to know everything about you, want to explore every inch of you, to feel every part of you… I want to know what makes you feel good, how you like to be touched… kissed, every sound you make when I make you feel good.”

His mouth kisses over the shell of your ear as he speaks, “You’re mine. I want you, I want you so badly.”

“I know– I trust you.” It’s the last thing you get out before he’s stretching you open. The thickness of him fills you perfectly, every movement from him making you want to forget taking a moment to adjust and let him fuck you. His mouth is right next to your ear and you can hear every little breath, every little strained whimper leave him as you clench around him, shaping yourself to the shape of his cock. 

Finally, after a moment of letting his hips sit against yours, enjoying the feeling of being connected, you whine. “Move, move, you can move–”

It doesn’t take him long to listen to you, thrusts beginning slow and deep as you cry out. His hands trail up and back down your side as he pushes into you at a pace that makes you want to sob from frustration. You feel your head spin as his mouth travels over your neck, lips pressed against your cheek before he kisses you again. 

He starts moving a bit more, thrusts sharp as he quickly finds that little mushy spot inside of you, rubbing against it again and again to the point where you’re feeling the tears well up in your eyes.

“I’d do anything to have you like this. Always.” You barely register his words, the sound of skin slapping and the wetness of your juices almost drowning them out. Weakly, your fingers curl into his sheets as his pace slows, hips rolling against yours. “I want to be closer to you– closer, I need to feel you more.”

“How–” you get out before Jiwoong’s pulling you up towards him, holding your body against his tightly as his dick gets even deeper inside of you. His movements are shallow, but it feels like he’s in your stomach, and your moans are getting more and more strained as your throat begins to feel raw. 

“Look,” he breathes, hand in your hair as he forces you to see where your bodies meet. The sight has you squeezing around him, the build-up already beginning in your lower abdomen again. Your poor clit looks so swollen as your walls stretch to swallow him with each of his movements, a ring of white settling at the base of his cock each time he fully enters you. “You’re so good for me.”

Your body continues pressing against his, and you cry out loudly, eyes squeezing shut. 

“S’good… Lift your head back up– I want… I want to be able to–” He stops mid-sentence, his movements beginning to speed back up as he grips you tighter. You try to listen to him, but you think that your muscles are spasming as his mouth meets yours in a messy, passionate kiss. You can feel his body shaking, and you know he’s getting close too.

Jiwoong’s hands release you, and you fall back to lay against the pillows again, lower back arching to try and find his touch again. “Can’t–”

“You can, sweet girl… It’s okay, my baby, be good for me,” he speaks slowly, his words heavy with lust. “Be a good girl– Do it for me.”

“Okay,” you cry a little. Another soft moan slips from Jiwoong’s lips as he tries to get as close as possible to you again, moving his mouth near your ear.

“I’m almost there– Can I… Do you want–”

“Yeah, inside,” you breathe, chest heavy with the labored movement of sucking in air. And it’s barely a few more seconds before your high hits you. The sensation is so strong that your vision goes black for a moment, missing the way that Jiwoong’s eyes lock onto your face, hearing his name spill from your throat as his hips push against yours one last time. His hands grip your waist and his mouth opens with a loud groan of your name as he comes, body shaking lightly as he continues to hold onto you. 

You feel warm as his body collapses, the weight comforting as the fuzziness from your orgasm begins to morph into exhaustion. You feel safe, like nothing could hurt you as he laughs shakily, kissing your cheek before he gets up to clean you up. You feel loved when he gets back in bed with you, cuddling you against him.

You don’t feel any regret at all when you wake up the next morning. 

Later that week, Jiwoong takes you out on a date. Well, you can’t call it a date. He calls it a “professional meeting” as a joke because nothing about it is professional at all. Not the expensive restaurant he takes you to or how he pays for your meal or how the conversation is much too friendly for a teacher assistant and the professor she’s studying under. Especially not the way he fingers you as he drives you back to your apartment.

The nightly calls continue and so does staying later in his classroom. Things feel like they’re progressing at the normal rate for a relationship. Things feel like a normal relationship and suddenly, a month has gone by. 

And you decide to bring it up.

“Are we dating?” you ask him one night, sat next to him at his desk per usual. You had just begun to grade small assignments from students on your own, Jiwoong checking over them once you were done, and he glances over your shoulder at the piece you’re working on. He doesn’t say anything. “Jiwoong.”

“I heard you,” he acknowledges before falling silent again.

Confusion enters your emotions as he continues working, completely ignoring your question. “So…” Suddenly, he groans, removing his glasses and rubbing over his face with one of his hands in a very dramatic fashion. You’re surprised at the reaction, to say the least, feeling your face scrunch up in the way he whined like a child. “What?” you press.

“YN, you know that’s not possible.”

You feel like you’ve been shocked. “So you’ll fuck me and take me out on dates but you won’t make me your girlfriend?”

“First of all, those aren’t dates–” You scoff, leaning back in your chair as you stare at him in disbelief. “And second of all, I’m technically your teacher– it just, a relationship wouldn’t work right now.”

You remember using those words towards him. You hate how he’s using them back towards you, it makes a weird feeling settle in your gut that you can’t really explain. What makes you feel worse is the way he slips his glasses back on and goes back to work like it was nothing. 

“What about after I graduate?”

“That’s a ways away.”

“Okay… well, I want a future with you and I want to know where things stand–”

“And I told you where they stand, so drop it.” His tone is sharp, a timbre he’s never used on you before. Usually, he was so gentle with you, and the rudeness in his voice is something you’re not used to, making you shrink back a little.

After breathing heavily for a moment you continue, “Fine.”

“Don’t get short with me.”

Maybe you’re being a little petty. “I’m not being short, Jiwoong, I’m agreeing with you.”

You go back to the paper you’re reading, gripping your pen tightly as you consider what needs to be fixed. Anger is an emotion that you’re not fond of, you hate the way you let it control you, and you try not to focus on the emotion as Jiwoong sits silently next to you. Things feel cold all of a sudden, like a wall had been put up between the two of you. 

“I’m sorry,” Jiwoong says abruptly, voice soft. You look back up at him to find him holding his hand out to you. Your eyes flick down to his outstretched hand, then back to his face. “Obviously I’ve never been in this situation before. I want to be careful with how we go about this, and I don’t want to date you privately–I want to show you off. It’s what you deserve.”

“It’s okay to have reservations, but I don’t want to waste my time if you can’t see this going anywhere,” you explain, voice matching his. Jiwoong nods in a way you think is supposed to show he understands you. 

“Let’s give it a bit more time, okay? There’s no need to rush into things,” he says. And then he smiles a little, and you hate the way it instantly comforts you. Fighting back your own smile, you bite your tongue, which he notices, and proceeds to smile wider. “I care about you, and you care about me. Isn’t that all that matters right now?”

Begrudgingly, you place your hand in his and his fingers wrap around it, squeezing softly, “I guess.” 

Against your better judgment, you stop fighting the smile. “Let me take you out tomorrow.” And you agree, because you think you’ve fallen in love with him. 

When you arrive at his classroom the next morning, Jiwoong’s speaking with another one of the girls in your program. From the way her hair flows behind her perfectly and her tall height, you know it’s Xiaoting. You haven’t spoken to the girl a lot, but you know she’s very intelligent, or else she wouldn’t be assisting at the same university as you. Quietly, you slip into Jiwoong’s office, setting your bag down while trying not to interrupt their conversation. You stay in the room as you try to watch them through the crack in the door, trying to not make it apparent that you were attempting to eavesdrop. But she’s not there for much longer, and the blush on her cheeks is telling enough, along with her smile as she nods farewell. 

That sinking feeling is back in your stomach again, and your heart feels heavy as you exit Jiwoong’s office, trying to look casual as the ugly feeling of jealousy grows within you. He greets you as usual, and you decide to take that as enough reassurance that everything is fine.

Everything is fine as the two of you joke throughout the day, as the two of you talk and work together. Everything is fine as he drives you back to your apartment, telling you he’ll pick you up at eight. Everything is fine as you get ready to go out and everything is fine as you sit on your couch, watching as the clock hits the time he’s supposed to meet you.

Maybe it’s traffic. Maybe he got held up with something else. You try to think of every possible scenario as you sit and wait, letting your mind run wild as you watch the hands of the clock hit nine. And then nine-thirty. When two hours pass you finally get up, trying not to cry as you go get ready for bed. 

He hadn’t forgotten. There was no way. He had told you when he was going to pick you up. So what had happened? You want those feelings from the previous days to come back: the anger, the jealousy, but instead all you feel is embarrassment. You feel bad for yourself, and saddened at the fact that the small action that hadn’t even been explained yet chipped away at your trust for the man. You go to bed that night with a heavy heart, a sensation that was slowly becoming familiar to you. 

The sound of your alarm is severely unwelcome the next morning. You lay in your bed for a bit, staring at your ceiling fan whirl around hypnotically. It’s easy to debate calling in sick, to want to lay in your bed for the rest of the day and to be dramatic over the fact that you had been stood up. You don’t want to see Jiwoong, but your curiosity gets the better of you. So, you go through the motions of your morning routine, make the drive to the university by yourself, and enter Jiwoong’s classroom to find him alone. You’re silent as you begin preparing the room for the day, even after he approaches you in the confines of his office and tries to give you a quick morning kiss. 

A rush of satisfaction goes through you when surprise reads on his face after you dodge his attempt, pushing past him lightly. “YN…”

You don’t respond to him, pretending that you didn’t hear him as you go back into the main section of the classroom. 

“YN,” Jiwoong calls again, following you. “Please, what’s wrong?”

Scoffing slightly, you turn to face him. “You really don’t know?”

The clueless expression he sports tells you enough and you press your lips together, nodding slightly. He’d always made you feel important and seen, and now you felt like the complete opposite. “I– wait, YN, I know. I’m sorry–”

“No, you don’t know!” you argue back. “Don’t act like you do, that makes it worse. Standing me up is bad enough, but you can’t even remember the fact that you did it? Do you know how embarrassing that is, Jiwoong?”

He shakes his head softly, trying to approach you again. When his hands try to hold onto yours, you rip them away from him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No, of course I remember, sweet girl, of course I do– and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The last thing I want you to feel is embarrassment.” You sniffle softly as you listen to him, and this time, you don’t push him away when his hands go to hold your face. “Something came up, YN, and I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t.”

“I want to trust you, Jiwoong, but I can’t–”

“Please believe me, YN, please, I can’t lose you.” Your eyes search his irises for anything that might tell you he’s lying, but all you can see is fear. He might not be telling the truth about what had happened, but he was scared. Scared that you weren’t going to hear him out.

You suck in a deep breath, “What happened?”

“Some teachers decided they wanted to get together and I couldn’t tell them that I already had plans and I didn’t want them to see me texting you and I… I’m sorry, I know it looks bad, but sweet girl, I swear I didn’t do anything to betray your trust.” You weigh his words for a moment as you look at him. If that scenario was true, you could understand where he was coming from. Anyone finding out about this relationship would get you kicked out of the program and cause Jiwoong to probably lose his job. 

But that was the thing, you couldn’t tell if this scenario was true.

You wanted to believe him. After all, you loved him and you wanted to believe he would never do anything to hurt you. People always told you you were too forgiving, but you simply just put yourself in their shoes, trying to consider how they were feeling. This was just one mistake Jiwoong had made and when you thought about it, you knew he cared about you. He deserved a second chance.

“Fine.” His entire body relaxes instantly as he lets out a deep breath, pulling you into a tight hug. You feel his nose bury into your hair, inhaling deeply. “But don’t let it happen again. At least text me. Please.”

“It won’t happen again, my sweet girl, I swear.” 

His lips press against your hair as he repeats that sentence over and over. And you believe him. 

Jiwoong lives up to the promise. He showers you with his affections after that morning, getting you little gifts and taking you out more often. His words are sweet and sound like they could come from Shakespeare himself when he tells you he loves you. Buzzing with excitement and giddiness, you had told him you loved him too. But the thought of you still not being official with him was still planted in the back of your mind. You knew the reasoning, but that didn’t make you feel any better, even as you laid on his chest in his apartment while wearing his shirt. 

It became customary for you to spend nights at his apartment after you both said the ‘L-word’. All you wanted to do was see him and to be with him constantly, it didn’t matter what you both were doing. And it seemed like the feeling was returned from him. Jiwoong bought things according to your preferences now and you had a toothbrush that sat next to his. With him, you felt safe, and as time passed, you felt more and more needed by him. 

With the weekend finally arriving about three weeks after he stood you up, you had packed a bag, as usual, to go to Jiwoong’s for the weekend. Originally, you had told him you were going to stay back at your apartment and study that night, but as the night went on you missed him more and more. So you’d figured you’d surprise him. Was it crossing a boundary? You couldn’t tell, but you thought that he’d at least be okay with saying hi considering you might as well be his girlfriend at this point. And especially since he loved you. 

Standing in front of his apartment door, you knock softly on the wood, forgoing the spare key so you at least wouldn’t barge in and scare him. For a moment nothing happens. You count to ten slowly before knocking again. In his apartment, you hear movement, before there’s the sound of the lock and Jiwoong’s peeking his head out into the hallway. 

Your face lights up instantly at the sight of him, hair wet and face flushed. “Hi.”

“YN…” His smile looks forced as he keeps the door mostly shut. “What’re you doing here? I thought you were staying at yours this weekend?”

You take a step closer to the door, waiting for him to let you inside. “Well, I was, and then I was missing you, and I was hoping that you’d let me spend the night, but if not that’s totally fine–”

“No, no, of course, it’s alright, sweet girl, just give me a second to go put some clothes on.”

You think you see a flash of red hair as Jiwoong moves away from the door, closing it behind him quickly. Awkwardly, you stand in the hallway for another five minutes, playing with the strap of your bag as you glance up at the door every now and then. You play up the red hair you thought you saw to your imagination. And from how tired you were. Because who else would be in Jiwoong’s apartment this late at night?

When the door finally opens again, Jiwoong opens it fully, and to your relief, it’s just him. Him in a gray sweater and some pajama pants. He reaches for you, wrapping an arm around you as he kisses your hair. “You tired, sweet girl? It’s pretty late.”

You furrow your eyebrows as he closes the door behind you both. “I guess I could sleep… I was kind of hoping to spend some time with you though–”

“If you’re tired you should go to sleep.”

You laugh a little at the statement, following Jiwoong to his bedroom and dropping your bag on his floor. “Yeah…”

He goes over to his bed, pulling the covers back and motioning for you to crawl in. So you do, cuddling up to his chest like you usually do as he turns on the TV for background noise. For a while, it’s just the two of you talking about whatever, like you usually do, and slowly the tiredness does begin to set in, your eyes drooping as you listen to him ramble on. The soft sound of his voice always does wonders to calm you– a small bump from inside his closet rips that sense away immediately.

“What was that?” you ask, slightly scared. 

Jiwoong laughs, pulling you back down to lay on him. “Probably just some shoe boxes that fell over. I’m going through my clothes right now… Why? D’you think it’s a ghost.” 

Weakly, you hit his chest, “Very funny.” He chuckles softly once more, grabbing your hand to hold it against him. The lull of his heartbeat gets you to settle back down. Your eyes stay on the screen of the TV as he reaches over to shut off the bedside lamp, casting the room into darkness except for the blue glow from the device in front of his bed.

“I actually have a question for you,” Jiwoong says as you begin to drift off. 

“Hmm?”

He pauses, and you know in typical Jiwoong fashion he’s thinking of how to phrase something. “If you’re okay with it… Would you like to officially be my girlfriend?” 

The grin finds its way onto your lips easily, and you glance up to look at him. He’s also smiling. 

“For real?”

“For real,” he repeats back to you, voice slightly mocking.

You laugh, a sleepy yet loving feeling taking over your heart. “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend.” Jiwoong leans down, kissing you softly, and you bask in the sensation of his lips on yours, tongue pressing against yours in a way that somehow feels fond. 

He pulls away, resting his cheek on your head, “I love you.”

As you fall asleep, those are the last words you hear, and you quietly repeat them back to him before slipping into unconsciousness. That night, you dream of Jiwoong going back to the entrance of his apartment, hearing him say goodbye to a woman with red hair. When you wake up, he’s still lying right next to you.

You feel so unbelievably happy as the two of you spend the rest of the weekend together and as you both get ready for the day when Monday rolls around. Jiwoong makes breakfast which you happily eat, only for you both to brush your teeth together and for him to sit and watch as you fix your makeup and hair before he drives you both to the university. You feel like you’re floating, like nothing could bring you down as you drop your things off in his office and as he kisses your cheek while you go off to one of the bathrooms. 

In the girl’s bathroom is Xiaoting, standing in front of the mirror doing her makeup that she honestly doesn’t need in the slightest. You smile at her briefly, her returning it before you use the toilet and go back to the sink to wash your hands.

She flicks her hair over her shoulder, “Are my eye bags gone?” You glance at her face in the mirror, her skin practically flawless. 

“I don’t think they were there to begin with.” The two of you laugh a little as you go to dry your hands.

“Well. I had a long weekend, so I was just double-checking.”

Going back to standing next to her, you watch as she fluffs her eyelashes with one of her fingers. “Was it at least a good weekend? Something about you looks different.”

“Ah, I got my hair done. Red’s cute, but I wanted to go darker for a little.”

You hate the paranoia that shoots through you at the mention of red hair, reminding yourself to trust your boyfriend as you maintain your smile at the older girl, “It’s pretty on you.”

“Thank you,” Xiaoting says sweetly, expression warm. “But, yeah, I had a good weekend. You?”

Subconsciously, your smile becomes a true one. “Um, yeah, the guy I’ve been talking to for a while asked me to be his girlfriend.” Xiaoting lets out a cute gasp that makes you laugh a little.

“Oh, that’s so exciting, happy for you.” She pulls out a lip liner, removing the cap before lifting the product to her lips. “Me, personally, I am taking a break from relationships right now…” she trails off, focusing on her makeup. 

You hum softly in acknowledgment, “I thought you were seeing someone though? That’s what Sieun said.”

Xiaoting smirks a little, putting her lip liner away. “Ok, so, don’t tell anyone but I’ve actually been hooking up with one of the professors here.”

“Oh– wow,” you giggle, slightly stunned as Xiaoting nods.

“It’s nothing serious. I think he’s seeing another girl or something, but like– he’s hot and the dick is good so I can’t complain.”

Very girl’s girl of you, you think bitterly, but you can’t blame her. After all, she’s not the only one in a relationship with one of the professors here. “Can I ask who?”

The look she gives you has your stomach turning in a way that makes you almost feel nauseous, “Actually, it’s Dr Kim–”

You don’t hear the rest of the words she says. Everything feels like it goes silent as panic flares up in your chest. Not anger, not sadness, just pure panic because–what did this mean? You think that your hands are trembling as you nod robotically along to her words, cheeks hurting from the way your lips are uncomfortably turned upwards. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening, Jiwoong wouldn’t do this, there was no way. He wouldn’t betray your trust like that. No, Xiaoting was lying, she had to be because Jiwoong loved you.

“YN?” Her voice does little to break you from your thoughts, the shakiness of your panic and nerves still evident as you clasp your hands together.

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay? You look like you’re gonna get sick.”

“Ah…” You felt like you were going to be sick. You didn’t want to think about this anymore, but everything was starting to make sense: that night he stood you up, the red hair. Had he made you his girlfriend as a distraction? Is that what he was trying to do? You needed to go home. You had to get out of here, you didn’t care about figuring out if the girl next to you was lying or not, you just needed to get out. “I’m… yeah, I’m gonna go home.”

You don’t say anything else to her as you exit the bathroom, everything passing by in a blur as you rush out of the school. Unsure of where you’re even going, you start walking in the direction of the way you think leads to your apartment. You don’t really care though, because that’s when the tears begin to well up.

What had you done? Did you do something? Were you not good enough for him? Was your love not good enough for him? Sucking in small, shallow breaths while trying to calm yourself down, you can’t find it in yourself to care about the rest of the world as people on the sidewalk pass you, looking at you like they were scared of you. Tears slip down your face as you continue walking for an amount of time that you’re not even sure of. You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, but you leave it there because you know who it is and you can’t talk to him. You can’t hear his voice because you know it’ll make everything seem fine again and it wasn’t.

There were small signs. You can’t believe you were dumb enough to ignore them. 

You don’t know what time it is when you reach your apartment complex, but when you ride the elevator up to your floor and stand in front of your door, you realize that your keys are in your bag. And your bag is in Jiwoong’s office. It’s like that’s the final straw, and you're sobbing as you struggle with the doorknob. Nothing was fair. Eventually, you pick yourself up enough to go back down to the receptionist to ask for the spare key and she must feel the right amount of pity for you to give you the key without question. 

Being in your apartment is a comfort you haven’t felt in a while. Partly because you can lay in your bed for the rest of the day and partly because there’s nothing that reminds you of Jiwoong here. It was always you going to his apartment. The apartment he took all of his girls to. 

You don’t bother with checking your phone for the rest of the night, not caring about the way its vibrations have begun to slow down or how it rings before you put it on silent mode and leave it on your kitchen counter. Instead, you use your laptop to email the head of the program that you had left early that day because you were feeling sick, not having time to tell anyone else. You don’t care if she doesn’t believe you, you just want to lay in bed and feel sorry for yourself. 

You fall asleep early that night, body exhausted from the amount of crying you’ve done and now numb to the hurt you feel. What pulls you from your dreamless sleep though, is the loud knocking on your apartment door. Sluggishly, you pull yourself out of bed when the knocking doesn’t stop after a while, looking through the peephole to find the one person you didn’t want to see. But that doesn’t stop you from cracking the door open a bit, and you suddenly get deja vu from the previous weekend. 

“YN–”

“What do you want,” your voice is flat as you watch Jiwoong try to reach for the door. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you feel the first flames of anger begin to ignite. He didn’t have anything to say? He wanted to act dumb? “What do you want, Jiwoong?”

“Please, you just need to hear me out–”

“Hear what out? When did you start sleeping with her?” He doesn’t even try to deny anything, knowing he’s been caught and the thought makes you want to scream in frustration and pull at your hair. “When?” you repeat angrily.

Jiwoong sucks in a small breath as he runs his hand through his hair, “YN, you have to understand, Xiaoting doesn’t mean anything to me–”

“Clearly neither do I!”

“YN–”

“When, Jiwoong.”

He hesitates before speaking, “A week after you and I had sex for the first time.” He looks ashamed. You never thought you’d see a man like him look like a kicked puppy, but that’s what he did look like, and the sight didn’t even satisfy you in the slightest.

“I trusted you–”

“You still can–”

You push the door open, revealing the full sight of him. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. Let me talk, not you.” 

Instantly, he nods, complying with your wishes. Trying to control your frustration, you breathe slowly. “I trusted you, considering everything. I gave you multiple chances, and you still did this, and honestly? I don’t even care why.” That’s a lie, you do care, you care a lot. You don’t want to cry, but all of the emotions are too much, and as you speak you feel the tears begin to fall down your cheeks. 

“I don’t want to see you again. I’m going to transfer to a different assisting job, and I don’t want you to ever try to contact me again.”

Jiwoong’s gaze hardens, and suddenly, the man who looked so sorry just a few moments ago looks scary. His eyes look dead, mouth sat in a firm line as he stares down at you, rising to his full height. 

“You don’t want to do that, YN, really.”

“Don’t threaten me, I’ll call the police,” you warn, not backing down despite the feeling in your stomach that’s telling you to slam the door in his face. “I want my bags back. For all I care, you can give them to Xiaoting and have her bring me them.”

His chuckle has a wary shiver running down your spine. “Don’t leave me, sweet girl, it won’t end well for you.” 

When you look in his eyes, you don’t find any of the Jiwoong you used to know. Nothing of the Jiwoong you’re in love with and your heart somehow breaks even more. “Good night, Dr Kim.” You close the door, ignoring how angry he sounds on the other side of it as you lock it behind you, going back to your bedroom before letting the rest of your tears out into the sheets. 

Peace is hard to find, you conclude as you take the next two days off from your student teaching, staying away from all and any forms of social media as you tried to heal as much as you could in such a short amount of time. You still loved Jiwoong, there was no way feelings as strong as the love you had for him would go away in two short days. The thought of it made you angry, but ultimately, you just wanted to ignore anything to do with the man for as long as you could. So on that third day, you had opened your laptop to request a change in who you were studying under.

You weren’t sure if that was even possible, changing your assignment, and you weren’t sure of what excuse you could come up with, but you figured you’d think of something. 

“What…” you say softly to yourself at the email from your program already sitting in the inbox. 

As your eyes skim over the first few words, your heart falls to your stomach. 

“No, no, no,” you repeat softly to yourself, desperately clicking on the box frantically, trying to convince yourself that you were just having a horrible dream.

…Due to inappropriate advances made towards staff, you have been removed from this program… Your life is ruined in one email. In six words. You don’t feel anything and all you can think of is: How did this happen? But deep down, you know, and as the first sob leaves your throat, you hear his voice in the back of your head: “You don’t want to do that, YN, really.”

The air was humid as you entered the small bookstore, the heavy feeling in the atmosphere cluing you into the warm summer’s rain that was on its way. You fix your bag over your shoulder as the smell of paper and coffee fills your nose, a sense of safety grounding you as you look around the small space. Few customers are there, considering you weren’t working the busy hours that day, just from dinner time till closing. 

“Hi Ms Park,” you greet the owner behind the checkout counter softly, and the old lady smiles at you as you pass behind her to hang your things up before you begin your shift.

Life was hard after you were expelled from your education program. You had been left to try and figure out where to go from there. Thankfully, you were able to find another program that would accept you. It was through a smaller school, and you would always have that expulsion on your record, but after a hard month, you could finally see your life getting back on track. And you were working in your favorite bookstore during the meantime, trying to save up money for your future. 

You adjust the nametag on your top before going back out, asking Ms Park what she wanted you to do first and she was quick to direct you towards a cart of new material, kindly telling you to shelf the books. Doing work like this was good for you, you had concluded. The monotonous actions that you repeated over and over again silenced your mind, pushing those thoughts away that would try to creep into your still-healing mind. And heart. 

Hours pass as you continue working, completing little tasks that the sweet owner asks of you, and as you tidy up one of the back corners, you hear her voice. “YN?”

“Mhm?” you hum, glancing at the mess you still needed to finish picking up as you turn around. 

You think your heart stops when you see him standing next to your frail-looking boss. You feel yourself freeze, the fear that even just the mention of his name causes you magnifying by the thousands. When you catch yourself, you do your best to snap out of it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so timid. 

“Jiwoong’s looking for something? Would you mind helping him find it?”

You grit your teeth a little, “Of course, Ms Park.” The old lady smiles as she looks up at Jiwoong, patting his arm softly before leaving you alone with him. 

You do nothing except stare at him for a moment, not convinced that this was really happening. 

“It’s good to see you.” You don’t say anything. Jiwoong smirks as he steps closer to you, head tilting to the side. “I don’t think you’re supposed to give customers the silent treatment.”

Pushing down your anger, you do your best to keep your face expressionless. “What can I help you with?”

The sight of his smile makes you resist the urge to hit him. “When do you get off?”

“What can I help you find?” you try again, shifting back a little as he moves forward again.

“You know… I’ve been going to this bookstore for a long time, and only recently did they move the poetry section.” You swallow harshly. “Care taking me there?”

Shakily, you lift your hand to point in the direction of the genre he was speaking about, “Head in that direction and they’re behind the shelf and to the right.”

“Mmm, you should come with me.” You don’t say anything, avoiding his gaze. His light touch on your chin makes you flinch softly and he coos a little. “Don’t be scared, sweet girl, I wouldn’t hurt you. But if you need another lesson, I’d be more than happy to give it to you.”

“Don’t–”

“I heard you’re entering a new program? One of my friends works at the place you’re going to.”

The combination of fear with the distant mix of love is something you thought never would’ve been possible. But even after everything he’s done, after the time you’ve spent away from him, you can’t ignore the love you’d once felt towards him.

Jiwoong smiles softly, “Come to dinner with me tonight.”

“No,” you reject softly and his grip on your chin tightens slightly.

“Come on, YN, I apologized for the whole Xiaoting mishap, didn’t I? I would hate to have a talk with your new program coordinator about… the things you’ve done. After all of the time I’ve given you to think about things too.”

You feel humiliated as your cheeks warm. Despite it just being the two of you in the back corner of the store, you feel like there are so many eyes on you. Most of all, you feel ashamed over the little flicker of excitement in your heart at the thought of seeing him like that again. Intimate. On a date. With you.

Your throat feels swollen as you nod slightly. 

“Ah, there’s my girl,” Jiwoong says, and the happy tone of his voice is something that would’ve tricked you in the past. You don’t know what he’s doing. You don’t know why he’s still holding onto you like this. “I’ve missed you, my sweet girl. I knew you weren’t dumb enough to make the same mistake of leaving me again.”

Jiwoong’s hand runs over your hair, “I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

But you feel dumb as you silently agree with him, falling back into his trap and sealing your fate as he grins.

[starvity]

heyy! you can totally ignore this is ur not comfy but i’m sick (and delusional) rn so how would zb1 react to reader having a nose bleed when they’re hiding their sickness 🫶

anyways i love all your work so farrr <33

— ☆ zb1 reacting to you getting a nose bleed

gn!reader x zb1 (ot9)

genre: slight angst, fluff // warnings: BLOOD obviously, arguments/yelling, tears uhuh. reader is sick and tired...

author’s note: get well soon anon :(( i am once again writing angst today what is happening!!! thank you for requesting though hehe and let me call jebewon real quick and tell them to take care of you!!! (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

ੈ✩��₊˚ jiwoong

he would totally panic but only internally. in reality, he will try to act composed to take care of you and your nose bleed. will get you some tissues and a warm towel to wipe the blood stains off your nose. once he made sure the nose bleed had stopped, his panic mode will comeback and he's going to ask you thousands of questions!! if you tell him that it's not the first time that it has happened this week he will obviously lecture you and force you to cuddle with him until you get better. "didn't i tell you to stay in bed?" jiwoong asks. "i'm just going to open the door, calm down." you chuckle, trying to get behind your boyfriend who was standing in front of the door, blocking it. a sudden smile breaks the serious look on his face. he lifts you up and throws you on the bed. "i'll be your legs for this week so stay here, will you?"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hao

very confused when you were casually talking on the couch and he notices the blood dripping from your nose. probably like :O for a few seconds before you kindly ask him to get you some tissues. trips and bumps into furniture a few times on his way to the bathroom because he's confused and panicked. however, when you tell him you've been kinda sick but you were hiding it from him, prepare yourself to get yelled at lmao. of course, not to the point to make you cry but i see him just screaming some incoherent sentences (definitely curses in chinese under his breath lol) about how you need to take your health seriously. in the end, he will softly kiss you and make a promise to never hide anything from the other again :]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanbin

leader mode activated!!!! as soon as he noticed your nose was bleeding, he tells you not to panic as he gets a tissue from his bag. he softly places it on your face and explains to you what's happening. you might think he's the calmest one but his eyes can't lie!! he's looking at you with such a concerned face when you tell him your health hasn't been the best lately. you chuckle, letting him know that he doesn't need to worry. he sighs and takes your hands in his, asking you to please tell him when you're sick so he can help you with chores, work, etc. throughout the week, when you get up to cook, clean or even go out instead of resting, he will call your name sternly and point to the bed with a small nod, indicating you to go lie down before he does it himself.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ matthew

super confused n°2. when he notices you rushing to the bathroom from your desk, he doesn't really question it. but when he goes to wash his hands and sees the blood-stained tissues in the trashcan, he knew something wasn't right. matthew comes up from behind you, who was super focused writing on your laptop, and wraps his arms around your torso. he starts pressing some kisses along your jawline, suggesting you to take a break. when you don't seem to move at his words, he turns your chair around and cups your cheeks with his hands. upon seeing the tired look on your face, he asks if you've been sick lately. when you tell him you were but didn't want to tell him, he takes you in his arms and carries you to the bed. you end up talking a bit (mainly matthew ranting about how much he loves you and how you should take care of yourself) before falling asleep.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ taerae

takes it extremely seriously. your nose starts bleeding again and you sigh, grabbing another tissue. the box was almost empty with the amount of times it had happened this week. you reassure taerae that you were used to it as his eyes widen. he cannot believe you've been hiding the fact that you were sick from him and worse, that you lied; saying you were fine whenever he asked you how you were doing. i wouldn't even be surprised if a small argument occured because i feel like taerae would base his relationships on trust and you hiding something from him will definitely hurt him a little. probably gives you the silent treatment for 3 hours (cause he's just dramatic like that) before coming back to your shared room to check up on you. when he discovers that you still haven't taken a break he throws a blanket on your face and drags you to the bed (on the floor, if he has to). wouldn't talk for a good 20 minutes before sighing and telling you to never hide anything from him again. he also apologizes for the small fight and kisses your face over and over again <3

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ricky

like every friday, ricky was taking you on a date. you had fallen sick at the beginning of the week and you kinda wish you could’ve staid home today. but since it was the only day you two could really hang out, you didn't want to cancel your plans. you were sitting on the bed, waiting for ricky who takes forever to get ready. your head starts spinning so you briefly close your eyes in hope that the feeling will go away. you hear him softly call your name, asking your opinion on which tie would suit him better. and you know how they get nose bleeds when they see someone attractive in anime? well today, ricky thought that it could also happen in real life. he starts to laugh, saying how your body can't handle his charm, in a teasing voice. when you tell him it's because you've been sick though, his smile drops immediately. he can't really hide the embarrassing blush on his ears as he apologizes for this bad "joke" (he was completely serious). "then let's stay inside today, yeah?" he suggests, opening his arms for a hug.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gyuvin

another dramatic one omg... i also see him being kinda terrified of blood so he will probably throw you some tissues from a distance, his face turned away from you and his eyes shut. you can't help but laugh at his behaviour while he screams that it's not something to joke about and that he will call his mom to drop you off at the hospital. "i've just been feeling kinda sick, don't worry about it", you confess but he suddenly grabs your face, shaking it slightly "why didn't you tell me!?", he screams. gyuvin abruptly stops his action, his face growing dark again when he thinks about the possibility of another nose bleed happening from shaking you like this. later, you end up watching a movie together, finally allowing yourself to rest. you can't help but giggle every 5 minutes when you turn your head just to see gyuvin staring at you with big eyes "are you REALLY sure you're okay??". please kiss him and tell him you're alright for the nth time today because my man is STRESSED.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gunwook

see, gunwook is super attentive so i don't think it would be so easy to hide the fact that you were sick. you noticed how he would check up on you more often, and how he would offer to do the chores for you (even though he would always whine when he had to do them). when you kept telling him that you were alright, he tried to appear less concerned but so many questions were still running at the back of his mind. his assumptions were finally revealed to be true as a drop of blood lands on your sheet while you were studying together. you try to hide your face from him, quickly grabbing a tissue to clean the blood. "let me see." he cups your cheeks, obliging you to look at him. you had never seen him so serious and if you were being honest, the unusual frown on his face was scaring you a little. you spoke first, admitting that you've been sick and apologizing for not letting him know. gunwook shushes you with a peck on your forehead as he sees your eyes water. you spend the entire night talking about your concerns, holding and comforting each other. <3

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yujin

doesn't really make it a big deal. or at least that's how it looks like. yujin has been observing how hard you've working and how you would look a bit more tired than usual. you would reply late to his texts, ignore his calls because you were "sleeping", tell him that you can't meet up because you're busy...again... he was once again having trouble falling asleep tonight as many thoughts were clouding his mind. he had even asked his mom and his friends about how to bring the subject up with you. looking at the time on the clock, he gets up and decides to walk to your house, not knowing if you would even be awake to let him in. you open the door, a tissue stuffed into your nostril and awkwardly greet yujin. he stares at you blankly before letting himself in and closing the door behind him. without a word, he hugs you "you're stupid", his voice sounds weak. you apologize, rubbing his back as you hear his sobs, he must have been so worried to see you like this. "promise me to never overwork yourself again when you're sick", he pulls away and dries his tears. "i promise", you murmurs and interlocks pinkies.

[77zrose]

★ JUST ONE MORE

pairings: non/idol! kim jiwoong x f!reader. genre: sfw age, tooth rotting fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply. kissing?

 김지웅 / non/idol!kim jiwoong x f!reader

word count: 263

summary: you and your boyfriend jiwoong share a quiet, affectionate moment on the couch. after exchanging a kiss, jiwoong asks for “just one more” leading to a series of sweet kisses and laughter that seems endless.

• The rain outside pattered softly against the windows, a cozy rhythm filling the quiet apartment. You were wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, drowsily watching the world blur through the drops on the glass. But it was Jiwoong’s warmth next to you that made everything feel just right.

“Are you tired?” he asked, glancing down at you with a soft smile.

You shook your head, even as your eyes threatened to close. “Nope, just… comfortable.”

He chuckled, his arm pulling you closer, his fingers drawing small circles on your shoulder. “Good. I don’t think I’m ready to let go just yet.”

You looked up at him, catching the way his gaze softened as he met your eyes. Without thinking, you leaned up, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, that’s it?” He pouted, a playful glint in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow. “What, you want more?”

“Maybe,” he teased, his face so close now that you could feel his breath.

So, you leaned in again, this time pressing your lips softly to his. Jiwoong’s hand found your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin as he deepened the kiss, slow and tender, like he wanted to savor every second.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were grinning like kids. “Just one more?” he murmured, eyes sparkling as he leaned in again, clearly not done yet.

One more kiss became two, and then three, until you both lost count, laughter mixing with the sweet, unhurried rhythm of kisses that felt like they could go on forever.

“I think I’m addicted,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, his smile brighter than the rainy day outside.

my first post be gentle w/ me ;(

[latherinhoney]

Watching

(ricky & jiwoong - zb1)

genre: non-idol au

description: you catch two guys staring at you the whole night, why not have a little fun?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: eating out, blowjob, nipple sucking, fingering, cum eating, riding, creampie, reader is tipsy, everything is consentual, not proofread

a/n: hello everyone! I have not posted in idk how long 😭 but I got the urge to write a fanfic probably bc I'm procrastinating on finals but I hope you all enjoy this is VERY self-indulgent lmao but I hope you all enjoy

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You drank a little more then what you had bargained for at the club. Stumbling a bit and feeling your body start to warm up. The alcohol making you feel warm and fuzzy and giving you liquid courage. Pretending to pull on the hem of your dress attempting to look distracted, you look over to check if they’re still staring. Sure enough they still are.

The two guys who had been staring you down the whole night. Your eyes glancing over over to accidentally meet theirs. They had been staring you down the whole night, a look of lust lingering in their eyes. As if they we’re just waiting for the moment you would flag them over to you.

Though you couldn’t deny that men were very attractive, they looked like models that had just walked out of a magazine cover. You noticed as they kept leaning into each other to whisper something into the other person's ear. To which they would glance over at you making sure you made eye contact.

Jiwoong had a bulkier build with perfectly styled hair and a smile you couldn't deny. On the other hand Ricky had a slimmer build though slightly taller than Jiwoong but carried a more serious expression.

After finishing fidgeting with the hem of your dress and realizing that they're still looking over, you feel all the blood rush to your face. You curse knowing that they're essentially waiting for you to call them over but can't bring yourself to do it. It felt wrong but the alcohol in your system had you second guessing. You go up to the bartender and ask for another shot, looking over your shoulder and sure enough they're still staring.

Once placing the shot in front of you, immediately you chug it down, wincing at the taste and burning feeling down your throat. Taking a deep breath you turn around and instantly your eyes meet. The look in their eyes turning from lust into hunger. You motion over with your eyes, pointing into the direction of the bathroom and start walking over.

Almost as if you were going to disappear right in front of them, the men quickly rush over to the bathroom right behind you. You can see them taking a quick glance to make sure no one's watching them and follow you rapidly into the bathroom. You feel heat overtake your face as you head for the last stall and hear them right behind you.

You turn around and see them locking the stall door and staring you hard up and down. Taking in the sight of you, as they slightly bite their lip.

“Fuck, I'd been waiting for you to call us over” grunts the man with a broader build.

“Can you at least tell me your names, so I can at least know what names I should be moaning?” you ask.

The man with the slimmer build chuckles

“ I'm Ricky and he's Jiwoong” he says pointing to himself then the other man.

“But I'm not here for introductions, I just wanna see what's under that dress” he motions walking over to you.

Ricky sits you down, as you can feel the heat start creeping up your face and pussy. He starts to slip the top part of your dress down, fidgeting with the buttons. Once done he slips it down slowly taking in every inch of you before your boobs bounce out. Sucking in his lip as he sticks his hand out to grab onto one of them.

You can't help but moan at the feeling of him slowly starting to massage your breasts.

“Shhh” Ricky puts a finger over his mouth “someone might hear us”.

He continues to massage your breasts, running his thumb over your nipple. One of your most sensitive areas you could almost feel yourself coming from it alone. Squirming around from the sensation your pussy was begging to be touched.

Noticing Jiwoong squats down and runs a finger over the cloth of your underwear. Barely managing to hold your moan in, he laughs and continues to run his finger up and down your slit. Eventually causing your underwear to be soaked.

“Does baby need me that bad?” He cooes has he starts rubbing his finger over your clit. You feel your twitch from the sensation wanting to move away but him holding a tight grip on your thighs.

Letting a small whisper pleading for him to fully touch you, he finally stops and pulls your underwear to the side.

“Fuck you have such a pretty pussy” he groans as he sticks his tongue out and licks your slit. Your body burning with lust and need, you beg him to keep going.

“ Such a needy baby” he chuckles and continues licking up and down your slit. Sticking his tongue into your hole and starting to tongue fuck you. You can feel your body burning, becoming increasingly hotter by the second.

Ricky continues to rub on your nipples and watch you squirm under Jiwoong’s grip. Lowering his head down, he takes a nipple into his mouth starting to suck on it. Causing you to arch your back at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure. He feels pleased with himself knowing your struggling to keep yourself together.

Taking turns alternating between sucking each nipple, he watches as Jiwoong eats you out with no mercy. Jiwoong sucking harshly on your clit then switching to licking up and down has your brain short-circuiting. He smiles as he continues licking up and down your slit knowing you're close.

Between Ricky sucking on your nipples and Jiwoong eating you out, you knew you weren't gonna last much longer. Your thighs we're pressing into the sides of Jiwoong's head as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit. You could feel the knot building in your stomach getting increasingly tighter and tighter.

Feeling the pressure of your thighs Jiwoong knew you were close, he was practically drowning with how wet you were. Slipping his fingers into you, he starts pumping in and out.

“Come on baby cum for me, cum onto my face” he moans into your pussy eating you at a feverish pace

The feeling in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter until you feel it snap.

“Fuck, i'm cu-cumming” you stutter as you continue to ride out your high on Jiwoong's face.

Slurping up all your juices, Jiwoong continues to eat you until you beg for him to stop.

“Fuck, taste so good” he moans continuing to suck “such a good girl”

“Please” you beg for him to stop. Body too limp to fight him off. Giving you one last lick he pulls off and places a kiss on your lips.

“Taste so good baby” he smirks into the kiss.

Ricky pulls away from your nipples and you whine from loss of contact. He lets out a slight laugh and looks at you in your fucked out state. Pussy swollen begging for more and nipples all puffy.

“My turn” Ricky says to Jiwoong and motions for him to help you get up. As Jiwoong helps you get up and steady your balance, Ricky sits down and begins to unzip his pants. Pulling down his boxers, his cock springs out. Stiff and already leaking pre-cum. When he was watching Jiwoong eat you out it was becoming increasingly hard for him to keep his composure.

The way he saw you clench around Jiwoong's tongue he could only imagine how you would feel on his cock. In your lulled out state you could only feel your pussy beg for more as Jiwoong helped stand up.

Your pussy clenching at the sight of Ricky pulling out his cock, begging to fuck yourself on it.

Ricky motions for Jiwoong to help bring you over.

“Sit her down slowly” Ricky tells Jiwoong “let her adjust first”

Jiwoong brings you over and helps you spread your legs apart to sit onto Ricky’s cock. Practically drooling at the thought of you finally being able to fuck yourself on his cock, you slowly start to sink yourself onto him. He was thicker than you expected, stretching your pussy out. Once finally on his cock, your body was pleasing to start moving up and down.

Ricky felt like the could come already with how hot and tight you felt. If this is how he felt already with you just barely past his tip he didn't know how long he'd be able to last. You felt like a vice on his cock once fully seated, he needed to start moving desperately.

Immediately he start pounding into you both of you letting out sighs of relief once you started feeling the friction. You felt so hot and warm, Ricky’s head was spinning and it was becoming hard for him to keep his sanity.

Jiwoong’s cock was pressing against the fabric of his jeans watching the both of you. Palming his cock through his jeans, he starts to unzip and pulls out his cock. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn't get any friction.

Getting fucked in your blissed out state, you feel something tap the side of your face and when you look you see it's Jiwoong motioning for you to open your mouth. Opening your mouth wide open, he sticks his cock in moaning at the feeling. As best as you can you grab him by the base and start rubbing up and down, licking his tip. Jiwoong grunts at the feeling, needing more.

He sticks his cock further down your throat causing you to choke but making him feel desperate. He continued to throat fuck you as he desperately needed to reach his high.

Ricky continued pounding into you, his cock rubbing over your g-spot again and again. You knew you weren't going to last much longer and glancing over at Ricky he wasn't going to either.

His head was spinning, body feeling feverish and the only thing on his mind was chasing his high and he could feel it approaching. The way you gripped onto his cock, getting tighter and tighter by the second he felt like he was going insane.

Jiwoong felt himself nearing as well, pulling out every few seconds to give you a breather and then going right back into it. The way your throat clenched around his cock only made him want to fuck into your mouth harder.

You felt overstimulated, getting fucked twice at one time but all of that was blocked out by the need to cum. The feeling that you had in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. Without warning, the knot in your stomach had finally snapped cumming all over Ricky's cock.

“So fucking tight, I can't take it” Ricky grits through his teeth as he continues fucking you through your high as he continues reaching his own.

The grip on his cock, becoming so tight and warm he gives his final thrusts before unloading into you.

“I'm cu-cumming” he moans as he continues fucking his load into you.

Overwhelmed by the fact that both of you had finally come, you weren't finished just yet as Jiwoong was still reaching his high.

Continuing to fuck into your face, you could see his face contort before finally cumming. One last sloppy thrust and he shot his load directly into your mouth, whimpering from the feeling. Pulling his cock out from your mouth, he leaned in to give you a kiss.

Pulling away he moaned at the sight of watching you swallow his load. Your body felt overwhelmed and extremely sensitive. You winced when Ricky lifted you up and pulled his cock out of you whining at the loss of contact. Sitting you back down on his lap again, his load slowly dripping out of you onto the floor.

“So…” Jiwoong sheepishly said “wanna go for round two back at our place?”

[foreverbase1]

In My Dreams | a ZEROBASEONE series

❥Pairing: ZEROBASEONE x GN!Reader

❥Genre: Fluff, Angst

❥Warnings: pet names, slight cursing

❥Song: In My Dreams by Red Velvet

❥Featuring: KIOF Natty, tripleS Chaeyeon, BND Jaehyun & Sungho

❥Synopsis: Y/N is tired of being alone and wants to add some color to their typically boring life. They soon experience 8 dreams between each night, each one different from the last but somehow linked. Each of these dreams features a different, but unique and attractive man who plays as their lover in these dreams, all of them having different lifestyles and love languages. Who will you choose in the end?

THIS SERIES DOES NOT FEATURE YUJIN!

Prologue

Is your dream lover.....

The first dream

Kim Jiwoong?

•The Actor Dream Boy

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The first dream Y/N has is one where they find themselves reciting lines from a script, with an extremely attractive man who seems to be their lover. Will you choose him?

•Jiwoong Ending | Coming Soon!

First Intermission | Coming Soon!

The second dream

Zhang Hao?

•The Bratty Dream Boy | Coming Soon!

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The second dream Y/N has is one with a man who's definitely way out of their league, the two spend the day together shopping for apartment decorations. Oh, did i mention how much of a brat this one was? Will you choose him?

•Zhang Hao Ending | Coming Soon!

The third dream

Sung Hanbin?

•The Husband Material Dream Boy | Coming Soon!

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The third dream Y/N has is about a picnic date with a man who easily takes their breath away, and as the date continues, Y/N can't help but notice how this man is pure husband material. Will you choose him?

•Hanbin Ending | Coming Soon!

The fourth dream

Seok Matthew?

•The (Anything But) Cute Dream Boy | Coming Soon!

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The fourth dream Y/N has is with the most adorable man they've ever laid eyes on. But as the dream goes on, he persists that he's anything but cute! Will you choose him?

•Matthew Ending | Coming Soon!

Second Intermission | Coming Soon!

The fifth dream

Kim Taerae?

•The Heavenly Singer Dream Boy | Coming Soon!

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The fifth dream Y/N has is one with a handsome man where they spend the day together in their apartment, the man sings a song he wrote himself to Y/N. Did i mention his heavenly voice? Will you choose him?

•Taerae Ending | Coming Soon!

The sixth dream

Shen Ricky?

•The Young and Rich, Tall and Handsome Dream Boy | Coming Soon!

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The sixth dream Y/N has is with a man who's young, rich, tall and handsome? This dream lover just can't stop showering Y/N in gifts! Will you choose him?

•Ricky Ending | Coming Soon!

Third Intermission | Coming Soon!

The seventh dream

Kim Gyuvin?

•The Energetic Dream Boy | Coming Soon!

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The seventh dream Y/N has is one where they spend the day at an amusement park with a cute, but overly energetic boy. Will you choose him?

•Gyuvin Ending | Coming Soon!

The eighth dream

Park Gunwook?

•The Oversized Teddy Bear Dream Boy | Coming Soon!

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The final dream Y/N has is one with a boy who's love language is physical affection. For the entire dream, Y/N can't seem to escape the arms of this tall and oversized teddy bear. But that doesn't sound so bad, does it? Will you choose him?

•Gunwook Ending | Coming Soon!

Epilogue | Coming Soon!

[matthyeu]

i would rather die ― kjw.

pairing ⇢ kim jiwoong x gn!reader 

genre ⇢ angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, royal!au

warnings ⇢ violence, blood, swearing

word count ⇢ 2.8k

synopsis ⇢ it only took a near death experience for you to realize the crown prince of vuiryn wasn't all that bad.

dressing up, dancing, laughing, eating small appetizers for aesthetic purposes. they were all things you never did in your everyday life despite your position as the child of your kingdom’s ruler. in technical terms, this was supposed to be your social group, fellow children of rulers or other noble people gathered together. 

but it wasn’t. 

before being the future ruler of your kingdom, you were the leader of the military, the leader who was forced to leave behind their comrades as you attended this gala your father pushed onto you. you thought while your kingdom was at war with several other rebelling countries, you should have been in the front line, guiding the troops and making plans. your father had other plans though, leaving your second in command to handle this week’s battles.

for he thought before you were a military general, you were the future of the kingdom, meaning it was your duty to ally yourself with many other future rulers. he wanted not only an allyship, but also a union of two rulers’ children, so your kingdoms would be tied and willing to help in times of despair like this. that was why in his eyes, you were more valuable dressed up to play spoiled royalty desperately looking for a spouse. 

still, that wasn’t the kind of person you were, going up to the most known people at these gatherings, kissing up to them in hopes of seducing them to somehow grant your kingdom with surpluses of supplies to aid your losing battle. 

besides, most of these people would never want to mingle with someone like you, a known royal who physically had blood on their hands, as if they didn’t have blood on their own from their neglect. at least yours wasn’t the blood of your own people. 

“haven’t seen you for months.” 

and there was the most arrogant one of them all, the one who probably had not only his hands covered but also his entire body. there was no way prince jiwoong of vuiryn didn’t have an overflowing pool of citizens’ blood in the back of his royal palace. his demeanor and powerful aura already exemplified that of a power-hungry ruler. if his ruling was anything like his father’s, you could count on that pool becoming a whole ocean of blood, a literal red sea, once he was crowned. 

he was probably the only one your father didn’t want you to attempt to seduce. it would be favorable if your kingdom was not intertwined with the tyranny of vuiryan. it would not settle well with your people, knowing the reputation the current king had. 

it was unfortunate that he was the only one of the royal social circle to even attempt conversing with you. 

“must you always do this?” you asked, finishing the remains of the wine poured to you by one of the servers, its cost probably enough to cover important funding for your comrades’ weapons. 

“i figured you would have liked some company. you’re always off on your own world at these gatherings. wouldn’t kill you to intersect the conversations y’know?” he attempted to joke with you. 

he was always like that, playful but in a way that put himself on a pedestal to look down at you. even with his more positive attitude, you knew better than to place any trust in him. he too probably gossiped among the groups about how pathetic you always seemed when you were alone. 

there was nothing good that came out of someone like kim jiwoong. he was just another child of one of the many tyrannical rulers across the land. you could never put partial blame on them for their parents’ actions, for your own father would probably act in a similar manner if you hadn’t taken it upon yourself to lead the military to protect your citizens. 

“after all the times you’ve done this, i would think you understand i would like nothing to do with you,” you emphasized as you finished your drink, placing it in a bin of various dirty glasses to be cleaned. “now if you’re done annoying me, i’ll be going.” 

you turned your heel, beginning to walk away from him. not long after, however, you felt a harsh grab at your wrist. immediately, your eyes rolled back, nearly enough to look into the interior of your skull. was he really going to do this?

did he really have to do this when you just wanted to go off to find some unsuspecting victim to seduce into granting your kingdom the needed money to fund the troops? he was really getting on your nerves. 

“jiwoong, let go of me,” you sternly demanded, trying to thrash away from the grasp. 

the first siren went off when the grip around your wrist tightened. as much as jiwoong liked to provoke you, he would have never gone this far, bringing such discomfort to you. there was something off about this. 

your suspicions were confirmed as you felt cold metal across the skin of your neck and an equally cold voice whispering in your ear. “don’t move now, your highness.” 

your eyes immediately darted around the room where many were in the same position as you, held at knifepoint and threatened with their life. some failed to follow instructions in a panic and paid the price as a consequence. 

this was another reason you hated coming to royal gatherings. they were the perfect place to be ambushed. you couldn’t care less about leaving your kingdom without a future ruler, but to leave your comrades without a current one, that was something you could not do. 

you obeyed his commands, stilling without any sign of resistance. you would figure something out. you always did. it was just…there was no way you could pull anything off in the position you were in. any move would leave you dead, and you didn’t have anything on you to wiggle yourself out of the situation. your father was stern on not bringing anything that would intimidate the rest of the guests. if only he knew that could cost the life of his dear child. 

the only thing you could do was oblige to the commands. you could read their intentions. these people were not in it to kill. if so, they wouldn’t have let as many people run as they did. if they wanted to kill you, they already would have. they wanted ransom. you could figure out a plan once they took you to wherever they were planning. 

“UUAGH.” 

or not. the knife at your throat was lowered after your attacker was…well attacked by someone else. you looked over to see jiwoong, hands bloodied but still holding on. quickly, he grabbed you by the wrist and you two began your run, far away from the ballroom where hell had been let loose. 

“let go of me!” you yelled as you struggled against his grasp, which almost caused both of you to tumble over. 

a harsh motion was made to release your wrist, and you could see the annoyance on his face. “wow, not even a thank you. if you didn’t notice i just saved your fucking life. if you had stood there in shock any longer, you would be dead.”

you turned away from him, defeated that you couldn’t think of a witty remark to counter it. he was right. you had frozen the moment you were freed. if your attacker had gotten up, it would have been over for you. you whispered a few incoherent swears to yourself, frustrated you let your guard down so easily while at the gathering. it was not like you to do that, but now it had you on the brink of life and death. 

“thanks,” you mumbled. 

you heard him chuckle, somehow still mocking you at this moment. “can’t hear you you.” 

you sighed, rolling your eyes as you two turned a corner. you still had yet to know where you were running to. the corridors of the palace seemed endless, and you didn’t know the way out. from the looks of how the two of you continued to run, jiwoong didn’t know either. 

your lack of knowledge on the palace layout was your biggest drawback. as you turned another corner, you were met with several members of the attacker group, all armed and ready to take you down. it seemed they had shifted gears from kidnapping to killing seeing the resistance the two of you put up. 

and here was your second mistake. when your original attacker had fallen back, you should have taken his weapon. not having one rendered both of you useless in this situation. both of you backed up until there was nowhere else to back up. 

running seemed out of the question now as there was only a certain amount you two could run until fatigue caught up to you. there had been so much running involved in the earlier moments that your legs would probably give out within fifteen or so minutes of running at a fast pace. there was only a slim chance none of the six men in front of you would be still following you by then. you didn’t know how much stamina they had. 

you two looked at each other, the first time you looked at him with genuine concern. this was life-or-death, not a time for you to express your burning hatred toward him. 

“you go,” he ordered. 

“what.” 

with no further explanation, he headed into the crowd first, stalling for as much time as he could. they were too focused on him to even pay mind to you. they wanted the satisfaction of killing just one of you. 

seeing the sight, you took off. it was probably better off him than you. 

you had a whole future ahead, both for you and the army you led. you couldn’t let yourself perish now. jiwoong, he was just another prince who had no heart for others, no consideration for his citizens. if he was gone, vuiryn would not have another tyrannical ruler. this was completely fine. 

however, the more you thought about it, the more it wasn’t fine. what on earth were you thinking? when was it better off if someone was dead? the only answer was if they were a horrible person, but…jiwoong had never even proved to be that kind of person to you. sure he was annoying, but you couldn’t recall a time where he had mentioned anything cruel or unsettling. 

the overthinking made you pause in the hallway

maybe you had misjudged him. no. you definitely had misjudged him. if he was as cruel as you thought he was, why save you back in the ballroom? he had the stamina and strength to get out of there, but he had risked the extra time to help you. 

even if he wasn’t all good like royalty tended to be, there were some things you would never know about him if you let him die. 

immediately, you turned around, running back to where you had left him. on the way, you tried to scour for things to use to your advantage. the only thing you could make use of was a vase on display, but it was still better than nothing. 

your lungs were already giving out. this was the fastest you had ever ran in this type of clothing, the kind where your legs felt restricted, so you needed to use more muscle to even try to move properly. 

by the time you made it back to the scene, your arms and legs had almost made you collapse. you weren’t prepared to do this much running at a gala. 

you took a pause at the corner, gripping onto the wall to steady yourself. you only hoped you had made it back in time. your determination would have been useless if he was already gone. 

alas, you found yourself weirdly overjoyed seeing jiwoong still struggling with several men, now only two. it was impressive, but you could tell from the look of his stances he was about to lose this fight. you had to step in. 

waiting for an opening, you ran back into the scene at the first glimpse of one. both of the attackers’ backs were turned to you, but you were in clear vision of jiwoong when you slammed the vase across their heads. screams of terror were released as you used that window to kick them back into the wall. 

now, it was your turn to grab onto jiwoong to make a run for it. 

“i told you to run.” 

“a thank you would be nice, y’know.” 

he laughed at your mockery of his earlier words. the situation had completely changed. now you were the one holding onto him tight as you tried to navigate a way out of the building. 

“you seem like the type to want me dead though. change of heart?” he asked, heavy breaths accompanying his words. 

“i thought about it, and i would rather die than be indebted to you.” you would never reveal the true reason you came back. it was far too embarrassing for you to admit. 

finally, you two made it to an exit, pushing the doors out together in unison. outside, there stood many soldiers, some of them from your own kingdom. it seemed many kingdoms had dispatched soldiers to help clear the palace after the news spread. you felt pity for any soldiers who would have to find the bodies of their respective royals. 

“general!” you whipped your head around to see some of your comrades worriedly approaching, “we were worried about you once we heard the news. we had just finished our own battle, but we wanted to come make sure everything was okay.” 

you found their concern warming after such an eventful night. “of course i’m alright. i’m a military general after all.” 

you heard jiwoong clear his throat behind you. “and because i had prince jiwoong to help me through it.” 

you watched as your two comrades exchanged glances, both with each other and between the two of you. their smiles grew. “so you’ve nearly fulfilled your own mission, we see.” 

eyes widening at their statement, you realized what they were hinting. jiwoong’s eyes furrowed, opening his mouth to ask a question you could predict. before he could though, you intersected, walking over to where they were administering first aid. “let’s make sure we get wrapped up to prevent infections.” 

now, here the two of you sat, sitting across in silence as many doctors and nurses applied ointment at your wounds. there was an uncomfortable silence. neither of you knew how to start a conversation after everything that had happened that night. 

it took until your treatment was finished for you to finally ask the one question bothering you the whole night. 

“you know how to fight really well? i knew all royals had special training, but you really seemed like you knew what you were doing. i’ve never seen someone in the royal social circle be so unafraid of getting their hands dirty.”

jiwoong looked away with a smile on his face, unsure whether to take your comment as a compliment or an insult. “i’ve always wanted to be a soldier,” he admitted. 

the declaration made your eyes widen, to the point where you swore they were about to pop out of your sockets. you had never heard a royal (besides yourself) say such a thing. everyone always called you crazy for the path you chose, so you always assumed he felt the same way. 

“so, you don’t think i’m crazy?” you asked for clarification. 

he shook his head. “no quite the opposite actually, i’ve been trying to become acquainted with you all this time. i admire your work, and wanted to ask you about how you convinced your father to let you do such a thing.” 

your mouth dropped open. you were hating this man for no reason. your hatred was based on false accusations. 

“wow, i really know nothing about you.” 

“well, do you want to know more about me then?” he suggested. 

you smiled at him. “sure, i would love that.”

even though vuiryn was the one kingdom your father didn’t want you to become close with, it was hard now that you knew its prince was nothing like its king. its prince was exactly like you. he truly was the only one who could talk to you because of that. 

if that wasn’t enough convincing to allow him to become your ally, you didn’t know what would be. 

“i also have thought you were really charming ever since we met, so it’s not just that i wanted to use you for advice. i really want to get to know you.”

or maybe this was the beginning of a union. 

you hit him on the shoulder, laughing with him for the first time. “now hold on, we’re going a little fast here, buddy. let’s take it slow.”

[atsuwiee]

mean something

in which your classmate who also happens to be part of the student council, catches the aftermath of your troubles.

pairing: student council!jiwoong x troublemaker!gn reader | genre: fluff, ??? to lovers (kind of), self-indulgent fic

warnings: mentions of wounds, light swearing, grammatical errors, not proofread

xian’s note: can’t sleep so i lazily made this on my phone lol. 2am moments, also i didn’t know how to end this so… i’m sorry ? lol :P

story under the cut.

the golden rays of the afternoon sun had shined through the empty classroom as you stayed behind, but you’re not the only one, jiwoong is with you. jiwoong, who stands before you with his arms crossed, his brows are furrowed and you aren’t sure if it’s a good thing. he’s part of the student council and is your classmate right now so it was a given that he was always on your back with each move— knowing you’re some sort of troublemaker but not only that you’re careless as well!

he sighs and he only gets down by his knees as you sat on the desk as he instructed you, your legs dangling slightly but he holds it still, he starts to clean your wounds. with your constant refusal of going to the school’s clinic, he had no choice but to do it himself.

but why though? it was a constant question. it had to mean something, right?

you hissed as he pressed the cotton and medicine on the wounds of your knees.

“jiwoong you really don’t have to,” you say softly but only met with his own silence. you sighed and he moves to your arms. you were roughed up pretty badly— just because of a fight between your classmates.

the guys were saying some nasty shit about your friend and you just… decided to step in.

“ow!” you exclaimed but jiwoong only exhales sharply. he looks more serious. sure he was quiet, but not like this.

“jiwoong, are you—“

“can you just— just stay out of trouble for once?”

your eyes widened slightly as he said that, legs stop moving and he’s still cleaning your arm. “this is the third time. the third time! you know what kind of offense you’d get with that?” you don’t answer but lower your head. “god, y/n, you don’t realize how bad this is, you’re even getting yourself hurt” jiwoong says with a frustrated tone.

“why do you care so much?” you blurted out. you didn’t mean to but the words slip just right off of your tongue. jiwoong scoffs at the question. “am i not allowed to?” he retaliates.

“you are. but why me?” you asked and he stops as he places the last bandaid on your elbow. “just… attached to you, i guess” he mumbles it.

you only perk up an eyebrow, his words were still incoherent. “just? just what?” you tilted your head as he got up to your level and checked your face for cuts or bruises.

“i said, i’m just attached to you,” he says with a hushed voice and sighs. “this isn’t our first time with this conflict, no? i’ve always just been reprimanding you and… treating you— even helping you in homework” he says softly.

it was… hard to refuse it meant something but you didn’t want to assume. did it mean something?

“what about it?”

you asked, genuinely clueless.

he scoffs.

“what about it? are you that dense?” jiwoong repeats, as he asks and he backs away for a bit to press the cotton to dry the corner of your busted lip. “do you not see how it means something?” he asks and sighs.

the only sound escaped from your lips were a soft “oh” and then looking right into his eyes. “thought you… well never thought about me as something else rather than a troublemaker” you mumbled and he takes the cotton away to put ointment to the corner of your lip, the proximity heats your cheeks up, creating a pink tint across your cheeks.

“you’re… interesting” jiwoong says and your a bit baffled by his admission on it. “you’re endearing and seem fun to be with, i just thought, why not i try” jiwoong spoke truthfully. you only stared as he fixed you up and then the sun was slowly going down. he wasted no time with finishing up then sighing in relief you were now finally having to have your wounds treated.

“come now, i’ll bring you home” jiwoong offers as you hop down the desk. “i’m alright—“

“i inist. it’s getting late and i don’t want you in another trouble” you sighed as he spoke then grabbed your bag like the gentle man he is.

“let’s go home.”

[key201303]

Zb1 Halloween texts (Jiwoong, Hao & Hanbin)

Summary: Random texts you exchange with your boyfriend about your plans for Halloween 🎃

Warnings: None!

Pairing: zb1 (Jiwoong, Hao & Hanbin) x f!reader

(Other members coming soon)

🎃🍂🍃👻 🎃🍂🍃👻 🎃🍂🍃👻 🎃🍂🍃👻 🎃🍂🍃👻 🎃🍂🍃👻

Kim Jiwoong 👻

Zhang Hao 🎃

Sung Hanbin 🍃

[fictionlover100]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓘𝓷-𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷: Prolouge

Synopsis: Hanbin sets out to find his crew one by one he finds them.

Genre: Sci-fi Adventure, Angst

Pairings: ZB1 X OC

Word count: 5.2k (5,286)

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The Space ship was significant, containing at least 18 bedrooms with workout space, a kitchen, and many more amenities. However, the ship was heavily damaged and needed constant repairs.  Hanbin had been saving up for this ship for a long time. He worked on cargo loading and transport for a long time. He was excited to finally be able to start his own journey with his own crew.  But, now that he is in front of it, he feels alone and isolated. He needs to find a crew and fast, preferably some people who can work on fixing the ship. He was so lost in thought, staring at the ship, that he hadn’t realized the kid was standing beside him. 

 “This is sick. I haven’t seen a ship this size since I was 8.” The person spoke, looking at the ship with a smile. 

The person turns to Hanbin, extends their hand, and states,“ I’m Han Yujin, by the way. I'm here to show you how the ship works.”

Hanbin is silent at first. This kid in front of him could not be more than 13 years old. 

How can he tell me about the tech on the ship? It's probably older than him. 

“I know I look young. I grew up around the ship,” Yujin states when Hanbin looks at him with a confused face. 

“I’m Hanbin. How old are you? Shouldn’t you be in school?” Hanbin extended his hand hesitantly, and Yujin accepted, shaking it back.

“I'm 16. Growing up, I just studied many ships in my free time, so it's like second nature,” Yujin led Hanbin onto the ship. 

“ I notice that there seems to be a lot of issues with the oxygen system, so I can repair that before you head off…” Yujin rambles on about the issue of the ship, and in Hanbin eyes, Yujin would be perfect, but he might be young for the type of work he wants to do. “... also light travel will be tougher due to the size, but I can add that on in--” 

Hanbin interrupts Yujin, “ Why don’t you join my crew? It is clear this ship needs repair, and if you can spot those little details to fix. You are smarter than most ship repair people.” 

Yujin was stunned. He had thought of sinking on a ship and leaving, but who would help train the new mechanic? What about his friends? He can’t leave them. 

“ I appreciate the offer, but I have friends that need me,” Yujin stated in a dejecting way.

“It's clear you want to come. Do these friends of yours have skills like you?” Hanbin asks. Yujin thinks maybe they can join him. But he doesn’t know if they want to leave this planetary system. 

“ I have one friend who is good with computers and tech. The others get into fights a lot, though” Yujin states, laughing and looking at anything but Hanbin.

“ Well, I’m here for the next few days; why don’t you introduce me, and maybe they can join you too?” Hanbin states he thought finding his crew might be a good idea.

“ Uh… If they agree, then I’ll join.” Yujin states 

Gyuvin was sitting in the stands outside a cage with a computer in his hands. He couldn't care less who was in the ring; he was more focused on trying to find work as a technology expert. The crowd around him was loud and noisy, yelling at the people in the cage—some people flaunting their wealth and screaming at the fight in the ring. The current match that everyone was screaming at nearly the end of the match. Gyuvin was only here waiting for one person, and his match was next. 

When the 1st match was over, Gyuvin had closed his laptop. He watches as the ring worker drags the loser's unconscious body out of the ring.  Gyuvin stands looking at the ring, seeing the next opponent to enter the ring.

“ That was great, ladies and gentlemen. The last person's fight against the feared Titan is new. The rookie beast Gunwook Park!” The crowd boos the new challenger in the ring. However, Gyuvin smirks, seeing his friends entering the ring. 

Gunwook was physically fit, with his broad shoulders and lean body. He entered the ring with a stoic face, not daring to show a reaction. Gyuvin goes to the betting booth to look at his friend's odds of winning. 

The sign states: Gunwook V. Titan - 1:25

Gyuvin pulls out 200 credits and speaks to the bookie, “ 200 credits,” 

“ 200 on Titan” 

“No, Gunwook.” The bookie shakes his head and hands Gyuvin back a ticket. Gyuvin walks closer to the ring, squeezing his way through the crowd. He makes his way toward the ring fence and spots Gunwook's corner. He catches Gunwook attention and sends him a thumbs-up. Gunwook smirks and gets ready to fight.

“ Gyuvin, what the hell are you doing here?”  Gyuvin cringes at the voice. It was a female voice and one that he recognized well. 

“ Hey, Izumi, funny seeing you here; I thought you would be back in the shelter,” Gyuvin stated, scratching their head and focusing on the match. Gunwook also spots the person standing next to him and laughs to himself. 

“ This is what you guys sneak out to do; why Gunwook returns with a bruise.” Izumi crosses her arms and looks at Gyuvin. `

“ Yes, now we need to cheer on Gunwook`.” Gyuvin turns Izumi toward the ring. The bell rings, and Gunwook stands from the corner. Izumi closed there eyes and shuffled closer to Gyuvin, trying to avoid the sight of the rough fight. 

The Titan strikes Gunwook, directing the punch toward his head. Gunwook could barely dodge the punch, and he felt the rush of air pulling past his ear. The crowd cheers for Titan, and Gunwook knows there are only two people in the crowd who are on his side. Gunwook took the opportunity and went for Titan's arms. His attempt was successful, and he flipped Titan to the ground. Gyuvin cheered as the rest of the crowd reeled in anguish. 

“ What’s happening?” Izumi's eyes were still closed, and They were speaking toward Gyuvin. 

“ He is winning; that’s what's happening,” Gyuvin said with a smirk. “ and we are going to be able to buy a ticket out of this stupid system,” 

“Well, I would say keep your money.” Izumi says, “Yujin said he has a way out of this system.”

“Last time I trusted Yujin, I lost 1,000 credits and was still here,” Gyuvin spoke, still looking at the fight.

“ Yujin met a guy in the mechanic bay looking for a crew, and the ride would be free. Just have to stick with the ship.” 

“ That sounds too good to be true,”

“ Yujin, check the dude's background. He is legit, Gyuvin,” Izumi states. “Gunwook, Yujin, and you can finally leave, and you can keep your credits,”  

Gunwook had put Titan on the ground and secured him into a headlock. He was waiting for the titan to tap out, but the titan was scratching his legs and punching his arms. But Gunwook was in pain but silent, hoping the titan would sleep.  Izumi finally decided to take a peek at the ring. They see Gunwook grinding their teeth as the titan struggles to escape his grasp. Eventually, the titan loses consciousness and collapses to the ground. Gunwook lets go immediately and stands victoriously. Gyuvin cheers, and the people around them seem annoyed that a rookie beat the reigning champion. Gunwook leaves the ring and joins his friend in the crowd. 

“ Izumi, I thought the Goodie would be back at the shelter,” Gunwook spoke, wiping the sweat off his forehead. 

“ They say Yujin has an opportunity for us to leave this system and be a part of the crew finally,” Gyuvin spoke with his arms crossed over his chest, standing in disbelief. 

“ If you two don’t believe me, at least meet the guy offering Yujin,” Izumi pleaded. Gunwook is convinced but looks to Gyuvin for confirmation. 

“ Fine, I will sit down and talk to him,” Gyuvin gave up. He doesn’t believe this is real, but if Izumi is convinced, he might try it.

------

One month later

  “ Do you have any idea where we are going?” Gunwook asked, sitting in an open chair within the cockpit. Hanbin was looking at the dashboard with intergalactic maps next to it. He could barely hear the question, more focused on not crashing the ship into an asteroid. 

“ Hey…. Captain.” Gunwwok spoke again and waved his hand in front of Hanbin's face. It effectively woke him up from his daze.

“ What… Sorry,” Hanbin spoke, still looking at the maps.

“ I asked. Do you have any idea where we are going?”  Gunwook spoke, leaning on the dash console.

“ Yeah, of course.” Hanbin laughed off, “ One of the outer planetary systems to stop and stock up before the next mission.” 

Hanbin had straightened his posture at the question, though Gunwook didn’t believe him. Over the past month, Gunwook had spent most of his time on the ship with Hanbin.  Gyuvin and Yujin were focused on repairing the ship and rarely gave Gunwook the time of day. He learns what Hanbin tells and knows when Hanbin is lying to him. It helps when you grow where they did. 

“ Look, next time we stop, we should look for a navigator or someone that can get us better-paying gigs at least.” 

“ You may be right, but we need to start making more money before we hire anyone else,” Hanbin states, navigating the ship. 

“ Why not teach me how to navigate the ship, and then when we stop, you can go looking for better jobs instead of working to plot the next course,” Gunwook offered. Hanbin smirked; he knew that would help, but what about his role in the group? But Gunwook was right; he needed to step away from the plotting course and focus on jobs on which he could make more money. 

“ Alright, I'll teach you how to plot a course and navigate; once we land, I'll look for our next job, Deal?” Hanbin spoke, handing the original course plan to Gunwook.

“ Deal,” Gunwook spoke with a smile. Finally, he has something to do rather than watch people work all the time. 

Over the next week, Hanbin began to teach Gunwook about the ship's navigation. As well as how to pilot the ship to avoid space debris. Gunwook was grateful that he could just be a little less lonely. 

-

The Ship had pulled into the port. Gunwook looked through the front window to see a flashing sign that read Welcome to Base One. 

Gyuvin had been on his laptop to get the ship's mainframe up and working. So far, it's been a month and only weak progress. He was slowly getting frustrated with the bit of progression. The rest of them had tried to convince him to take a break, but it was just bothering him about why he couldn’t finish his repairs. But before he can go at it again, the laptop in front of him slams shut.

“ You have been looking at the screen for way too long, and you need to stop 'cause you're gonna drive yourself crazy,” Yujin spoke with his hand on the laptop.

“ If I don't finish, I will go crazy,” Gyuvin spoke, looking annoyed.

“ It will be the same as you left when we all return, " Yujin said. “Besides, I haven’t eaten, nor have you, and Hanbin is paying,” 

“ Well, who can turn down free food?” Gyuvin spoke, getting up from his seat. He turned around to see Gunwook standing at the door frame.

“ Guess who successfully landed and navigated the ship,” Gunwook spoke with a device smile.

“That's so cool; I didn’t know you knew how to do that,” Gyuvin spoke, 

“ Hanbin taught me over the week,” Gunwook said dreamily. “Maybe one day I can be a full-time navigator,” 

 “Congrats, now can we all just go eat?” Yujin whined. The other boys had left the small electrical room to find Hanbin on the loading bay looking at a small hand-held thin glass device.  Hanbin is looking at available gigs, but nothing satisfies his demands. Then he sees a message from an old friend, putting a smile on his face.  The same person was the reason why they came to this place. Hanbin quickly put the device in his pockets and smiled at the three boys approaching him.

“ You guys are ready to eat,”  Hanbin said. All of them nodded while Yujin was rubbing his belly.  Hanbin snickered at the youngest action. 

“ There is a place an old friend recommended this.” Hanbin spoke as  the boys got off the ship and onto the port bay. 

“What is the place called?” Gyuvin asked

“It’s called In Bloom,” Hanbin said, walking toward the restaurant's direction. 

-

INSIDE THE IN BLOOM

The inside of the place was loud and Chaotic. The waiter and bartenders were scrambling. 

If you asked Jiwoong why he was here, it would be so that he could earn some credits. The only thing on his mind was the job at hand. Jiwoong sat in a corner booth facing toward the exits and was monitoring  every individual in the place. He was keeping track of who had entered and exited. He was busy looking at his surroundings but failed to notice a blonde lanky waiter walking toward his table. 

“ Would you like another drink, sir?” The waiter spoke. Jiwoong read the metal-plated name tag on the waiter; it read Ricky. Jiwoong never really looked at the waiter and made sure that his face was the last thing he could be remembered by.

“ Just another beer,” Jiwoong placed an empty cup before the waiter. 

The waiter didn’t get a good look at the stranger's face but grabbed the cup and walked away to compile the request. Ricky hated this place, the one he was bound to for his life. He wiTheyd to see the stars be like those who told stories about those heists and flirtatious escapades in the bar. But, this place was far from the stories that the patrons came and talked about. 

“ Hey Kid! Can you get another round for this lovely Lady and me,” A grimy old man spoke with a beautiful young woman sitting on his lap. 

The women seem to be a drunk and giggling mess. The only thing keeping her from falling on the floor was the arm of the old man. This is the worst part of the job.

“ I can get you a round, but the lady, not so much,” Ricky said with a capitalistic smile, getting the new glass for the previous person he was tabling.  The old man began to complain, but Ricky had already tuned the man out, busy working on the other gentleman's beer order. Once the glass was filled with the forty beverages, Ricky returned to the table and placed it before returning to work behind the bar.

Jiwoong grabs the glass and takes a sip, and then the In Bloom doorbell above the entrance rang. Jiwoong spotted four men enter as a group. Jiwoong had made eye contact with one of the people in the group and looked back with the same distant gaze. The group had secured a table and had barely paid attention to Jiwoong. 

Jiwoong noticed that one had checked his phone and headed to the bar, presumably for a drink. But, the waiter who had handed him the beer was too busy cleaning the glass.  Jiwoong did not want to be distracted by the exciting interaction, so he focused on the door and opened his ear to ensure he found his target. 

-

An hour had passed since Hanbin Crew had arrived at the tavern.  Gunwook, Gyuvin, and Yujin were in their 3rd glass of water, and Hanbin's gaze was still at the door. He occasionally looked at his phone, waiting for his friends to arrive; just as Hanbin's eyes left the door again to check his phone, the bell above the door jingled, and two people walked in. 

Both were around the same height, smiling from ear to ear. The others held their heads down and were careful. Hanbin spotted his friend and waved them to the table. 

“ Matthew! Over here!” Hanbin motion. The Smiling one grabbed the other arm and dragged them toward the table. 

“Hey bro, what’s up?” The smiling one, Matthew, said, walking up to Hanbin with his cautious partner beside him. Hanbin stands and outstretched his arm, and Matthew walks straight into Hanbin's arms. The other three boys look at newcomers with curiosity and hesitantly. 

“ Who is the sad duckling you brought with you?” Hanbin said, noticing the figure on Matthew's right-hand side. 

“ A friend from college… He needs help, and you have a ship,” Matthew said, smiling beside Hanbin. The stranger held out his hand toward Hanbin. Hanbin looked at his face and noticed that the man wore round glasses and looked more sophisticated than Matthew. 

The stranger introduced himself, “ Hi, I’m Taerae.” 

He quickly sat down at the next available seat to not draw too much attention to himself. However, one person at the back of the tavern was paying keen attention to Taerae. 

“ Matthew, I can’t afford another mouth to feed,” Hanbin said, shaking his head and sitting back in his seat.

“ What if I said I can get you and everyone on your ship jobs without working for the Intergalactic Council,” Matthew said in a hushed tone. 

“I would say that statistically it's nearly impossible,” Gyuvin said, knowing very well that the Intergalactic Council had effectively made it impossible to find high-paying jobs unless you come from royalty.

  “ The only way you could do that is illegal trade, which is asking for a death wish,” Hanbin spoke carefully. It was a bad idea that they were discussing going against the Intergalactic Council in such a public setting. But Hanbin knew that if anyone reported them, then it would be the death of his dream.

“ I can get us the job of hunting down rare artifacts, and all we have to do is collect and deliver the items,” Matthew spoke with wonder in his eyes. “ These jobs are higher paying than the jobs you guys have, and if there is an injury, Taerae can patch you guys right up.” 

Hanbin was contemplating; the offer was good, and it would be enough to pay off his debts and feed the crew. But, it would mean that if caught, they would have a bounty on their head.

“ Fine but we need people to help out with other aspects of these missions. You and I both know that we need at least three more people, someone to help train us with basic skill of defense, someone with charm to help with distraction, and someone who can get us into hard places.” Hanbin spoke using his finger to emphasize the importance

 Matthew just smirked and responded “ We can find those types of people along the way.”

Jiwoong was focused on that name for the past couple of days. He slowly got up from the table and left some credits on the table. He wipes out a high-tech Lazblade, aims at Taerae's neck, and announces himself to the group of boys.

“Kim Taerae, This can go either way. I can kill you right now, or we can leave peacefully and not cause a scene,” 

The rest of the table quickly stood up, backing away from Jiwoong's weapon. Hanbin had widened and was the first to put his hand in the air to face the unspoken attacker. 

“Hey, I'm sure Taerae here didn’t do anything wrong,” Hanbin said, alleviating the situation with a slight tremble.  However, Jiwoong ignored Hanbin and waited for his target to move. At this point, Ricky had seen the blade in the bounty hunter's hand. Ricky made his way toward the group that was causing a seen

“ What is going on here?” Ricky spoke in an irritated tone. Jiwoong had managed to look at the waiter who had served him earlier. “ Just some bounty I am here to collect,” Jiwoong spoke calmly, his eyes trained on the back of Taerae's head. Hanbin widened even further; his friend never informed him of the bounty on the guest. Matthew had lowered his head, avoiding Hanbin's gaze. 

“ Look, I didn’t do anything wrong,” Taerae finally said and slowly stood up. “ You might have the wrong guy.” 

Hanbin watched the whole ordeal and was stunned, unable to do anything. He looks at the blonde/white-haired waiter with hints of prayers in his eye. He was practically begging Ricky to kick the bounty hunter out. Ricky knew if he kicked out the bounty hunter, the situation would continue outside, potentially damaging the tavern's reputation and causing him to lose his job. But, if he allows the bounty hunter to continue, fewer people will start coming, and he will lose his job. “ Okay, Look, either way here, I will lose my job, so why don't we just calm down,” Ricky spoke with a sense of calm and compulsion. This causes Jiwoong to move his gaze from his target to the waiter.

“ This doesn’t concern you,” Jiwoong spoke to Ricky. Gunwook took the opportunity to make a move toward Jiwoong. Gunwook knocks the weapon out of Jiwoong's hand, and it clatters to the ground. 

“He said you have the wrong person,” Gunwook spoke, trying to be more intimidating. Jiwoong quickly went to grab his weapon and aimed towards Gunwook's neck. Hanbin is quick to make sure Taerae stays behind him.

“ Okay, Sir, Please put the Blade away,” Ricky exclaimed, losing his patience. Gunwook and Jiwoong enthralled the other part of the Tavern. This causes the outside onlooker to chant, “Fight! Fight!”

“ Look, Kid, This is just a part of my job, and I could kill you instantly, " Jiwoong said with a frustrated tone. “ So let me take him, and I will be out of your hair.”

“Yeah, Then do it,” Gunwook yelled in Jiwoong's face. Jiwoong chuckled at Gunwook. This was hilarious to Jiwoong. Did Gunwook have no common sense to never mess with a bounty hunter and his payday? Gunwook had noticed the 

“ Okay, Gunwook, Let's not make threats to a man with a blade to your neck!” Gyuvin spoke. Ricky approaches Jiwoong and Gunwook and places his hand on their shoulder. 

“ You should listen to your friend,” Jiwoong said, smirking and tauntingly. 

Ricky is slowly pushing Jiwoong and Gunwook apart and is the only one actively trying to defuse the situation. Jiwoong put his blade away, turned his body toward Taerae, and started to walk toward him. However, he is turned around by a strong pull and struck in the face by Gunwook. Jiwoong was pissed and decided to punch back harder. Ricky tries his best to stop the brawl but is pushed to the ground by Jiwoong and Gunwook. The people around the pair start cheering and enticing both of them. Hanbin starts to stress and tries to help stop Gunwook from creating a bigger scene, but to no avail. Jiwoong throws a couple of punches toward Gunwook and tries to subdue the giant bo; however; Gunwook manages to dodge them. As the fight grew longer Jiwoong began to learn Gunwook’s moves and landed a successful punch straight into the boy's stomach. The crowd became louder with every punch and dodge between them. Matthew and Taerae were both trying to escape through the crowd but to no avail, and they were still in sight of the bounty hunter. 

“ ENOUGH!!!!” A towering man with a larger build and a deep, booming voice shouts, causing the crowd to disperse and the fight to end. Ricky knew that now he might get an earful. At that moment, Jiwoong and Gunwook stopped throwing punches and were out of breath. The larger man made his way toward the group. Once there, he grabbed Gunwook and Jiwoong both by the collar and guided them to the door. Hanbin was the first to exit after the pair, followed by the rest of the crew. Ricky had stayed in place, hoping his boss would let this fight slide. 

“ Ricky, I expect you to leave your apron on the bar stand in the next few minutes.” The owner of the bar spoke

“ I didn’t even start it this time,” Ricky pleaded with his boss. “ Look, I need money. At least wait til the end of my shift to fire me.” 

“ This was the 3rd fight you have been involved in this week,” the owner said, towering over Ricky. “You knew the risk of not letting me handle the roughhousing.”

Ricky dejectedly removed his apron and placed it on the counter before walking to the back to grab his things.  Now, he was out of a job and needed to find a new one quickly. -

OUTSIDE THE IN BLOOM

Gunwook was still breathing heavily, while Jiwoong looked unbothered. Gunwook was still annoyed because he nearly lost and probably would walk away from this fight with a couple of bruises. But Jiwoong was the complete opposite, he looked unscathed and more annoyed that he was still there. Jiwoong scanned Gunwook from head to toe; he recognized the protectiveness in his fighting style. Jiwoong saw his younger self within the younger boy. 

“ You're a good fighter I give you that,” Jiwoong praised Gunwook “ But, I have to do my job kid and I know he is your friend but, if i don’t bring him in he will have the mark of death…”

Gunwook knew all too well what the mark of death meant but, he also knew that he didn't need to lose anyone else. Jiwoong watches the younger boy's facial expression change form a face of stoic to sadness then back. 

“...and the next person to try and grab him won't leave you alive next time,” Jiwoong said, trying to scare him. 

The entire group had finally all  made their way outside with Matthew and Taerae by the time Jiwoong spoke. Hanbin, Yujin, Matthew, and Taerae were still in a bit of a shock at how quickly the fight escalated. Gyuvin was more focused on the fact that he hadn't seen Gunwook start a fight since they were kids, Gunwook was a fighter but he mainly waited for the opponent to strike first. So, to Gyuvin and Yujin they knew Gunwook was fighting about a simple bounty but something more puzzling. They all started at the bounty hunter and the ship's new navigator waited for the tension to break. It shocked  the group when Taerae broke 

“ Have you ever asked what my crime was?” Taerae spoke directly to Jiwoong. 

“ I don’t need to know,” Jiwoong said, attempting to grab Taerae’s wrist to cuff him. But Gunwook shoved Jiwoong's hands away causing the bounty hunter to drop the cuff to the ground. Jiwoong stood in disbelief as he see the groups that was with his target slowly try and form a human shield around Taerae

“ You really want to protect someone you just meet that bad” Jiwoong spoke to the group. 

“ I saved someone's life,” Taerae spoke so everyone around him could hear. But Taerae’s gaze was fixed on Jiwoong. “ However, according to the Intergalactic Council rules, the person I saved was a waste of resources and technology, ” 

Jiwoong hesitated in picking the cuffs off the ground. He makes direct eye contact with the medic for the first time. Jiwoong knew the medic was wrong but these benefactors controlled the system and he had to follow the system. “ You really want to roam the universe with the mark of death, put all these people you just meet in danger,”

Taerae takes a step in front of the human shield that was made out of people he might be his safety for the rest of his life. 

“Yes, even if it means I have to die to help people I swore to protect, the benefactor will never rule how I practice my medicine… just like they don't control your emotion,” Taerae spoke, offering a single handshake as a peace offering. 

Jiwoong knew that if he did this they would tell him that he could no longer be a bounty hunter. He let too many people on his list go and never gave word back to the IGPF that they needed to be marked for death. Afterall, Jiwoong was human; he had feelings and empathy toward those people trying to make life less cruel.  Letting one more person go they might start going for his head. Jiwoong needed a plan fast and he knew all about the research plan made he could join  them and teach them how to protect themselves 

“ Frist, I need an assurance, if I let you go they come after me for not completing another job and I don't think either of us want to die,yet” Jiwoong spoke with a sense of confidence in his voice “ Lets make deal, I come a long on your little adventure and give you all the protection you clear need and I can teach skill that can help you on your task acquiring artifact for the researcher,” 

The rest of the group's eyes widened, including Matthew. The researcher believed that no one had heard his proposal to his old friend. They thought they were discussing pretty quietly. Jiwoong stifled a laugh at the group face because most people would never know that a bounty hunter had such keen observation skill. 

Hanbin spoke first “ We have a deal, but I need to make it clear that you can never ever inform the IGPF about this”  Jiwoong responds with a simple nod and proceeds to shake taerae hand.

That is when the door to the In Bloom opened again and they noticed the waiter that had been serving them earlier exit with a defeated look on his face. Ricky noticed the two parties he had just tried to separate from fighting shaking hands. It just had to be his luck. They resolved it outside and now he was out of a job.

 Ricky was pissed. “ I told you both this could be resolved with a simple conversation outside and now since you decide to have a fight inside I am out of job” That's when Ricky remembered the research of this group remark before the whole ordeal.

“ You know what if you don't want me to report this little deal to IGPF which would cause the doc to receive a mark of death and the rest on a run give me job on your ship,” Ricky spoke in such a calm was that Hanbin was still slowly processing that what the man had just said was a threat. 

“ Are you serious?” Gyuvin said in disbelief that another person heard them speak, maybe that wasn't so discert after all.

“Serious as ever and aren't bounty hunters, the first rule is never make deals in the open” Ricky says gazing at the bounty hunter. Jiwoong also realized how stupid he could be.

  Hanbin rolled his eyes before speaking sarcastically “ Anyone else want to join along?”

Ricky didn't respond, instead he walked toward the group with a hand out and in the palm of his hand was the keys to the Hanbin ship. Hanbin was flabbergasted at this kid's action. 

 “ You should be more focused on your surrounding and make sure you have everything before you leave” Ricky speak and shake Hanbins hand to make sure the deal is secure. 

Hanbin then realized that Matthew was kinda of right they would find the type of people they need on the way.

[okshu]

—ㅤ⠀ 峠ㅤ⠀ 𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ZB1 FIC RECS﹚

all fics of zb1 that me and @fairyofmangoes read and swooned over at the dead of the night. the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works too.

▨ LEGEND ㄑ f - fluff, a - angst, s - smut

성한빈 ─── SUNG HANBIN

be careful, don't fall by @haesunflower [f] [uni AU, clumsy reader and student nurse hanbin; 0.7k]

a night in monaco [ one . two ] by @ohsunnyboy [f] [fake dating, flirting, one bed trope, lazy kisses]

to breathe in your life by @zhng96 [f] [comfort fic, insecure!reader]

sitting in traffic by @loserlvrss [a,f]

hanbin and non-sexual dominance by @zbis [f]

forget? you? by @hariboz [a]

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김지웅 ─── KIM JIWOONG

french press by @zerobaselove [s] [jealous jiwoong; 1.2k]

cuteness aggression by @haecien [f] [boyfriend texts with jiwong]

a morning to remember by @taerrrrrae [f]

winter confessions by @taerrrrrae [f]

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章昊 ─── ZHANG HAO

a perfect fit by @zerobaselove [f] [campus crush! zhang hao x reader; 3.4k]

to chase a dream by @ohsunnyboy [f] [musician au, rivals, makeouts and happy endings]

one day only by @cinnajun [f] [established relationship; 1.3k]

drunk of you by @kkongdakz [a] [rivals to somewhat lovers, suggestive; 2.3k]

dollification by @amoremainslayer [s]

sir oblivious by @sxmmerberries [f] [textfic]

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석매튜 ─── SEOK MATTHEW

coloumb's law by @seoktized [s] [ft. jake from enhypen, college au; 3.4k]

airpods by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [stepcest; 2k]

feel good by @loserlvrss [s] [soft smut]

show me how to use that pretty mouth of yours by @aswaki [s] [oral fixation; 2.2k]

mile high club privilege by @aswaki [s] [stewardess/flight attendant reader, strangers themed; 1.8k]

matthew flashfic this and this by @aswaki [s]

semi public sex by @528-hotline [s]

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김태래 ─── KIM TAERAE

taedros taedros [ one . two . three ] by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [bsf taerae]

giving it a chance by @haesunflower [a] [not super angsty, established long term relationship]

keep it quiet by @cinnajun [f, sugg] [best friend’s brother!au x reader; 3.6k]

this loser by @kkongdakz [f]

a summ(lov)er song by @kkongdakz [f]

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沈泉锐 ─── SHEN QUANRUI

against everything by @ohsunnyboy [f] [royalty!au, arranged marriages, sword fights and honour]

cherry chapstick by @loserlvrss [sugg]

sunlight by @kkongdakz [f]

wooden block tower by @kkongdakz [a]

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김규빈 ─── KIM GYUVIN

7:34 pm by @zhng96 [f] [blurb]

sunny days by @zhng96 [f] [3.1k]

new year's kiss by @hariboz [f] [friends to lovers; 1.6k]

only one by @loserlvrss [f] [established relationship; 1k]

battery recharge by @kkongdakz [f]

kiss it better by @kkongdakz [f]

world's cutest couple by @cinnajun [fake angst]

pool sex by @carmesi-butterfly [s]

birthday much? by @arafilez [f] [drabble; 0.3k]

you kissed him and ran away by @sxmmerberries [f] [text imagine, bsf!gyuvin]

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박건욱 ─── PARK GUNWOOK

why are you ignoring me by @slytherinshua [f]

one bed by @kkongdakz [f] [enemies to somewhat lovers; 1k]

consequences by @lovepookie [f, a]

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한유진 ─── HAN YUJIN

a spark of light by @ohsunnyboy [f] [bestfriends, homework, pining away and gaming]

love lock by @trsrina [f]

mario cart by @trsrina [f]

2a.m. crisis by @slytherinshua [f, sickfic]

side dishes by @gyubaseone [f]

everything is okay by @taeraemisu [f]

7:39 pm by @itsactuallylina [f]

red thread of fate by @carmesi-butterfly [f]

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제로베이스원 ─── OT9 / POLY

zb1 top 3 kinks by @melobin [s] [not including gunwook & yujin]

cute things zb1 do as you bf by @tzuberry [f] [maknae line hcs]

she's busy bro by @haesunflower [f] [text imagines, yujin not included]

cuddling with zb1 by @cinnajun [f] [headcannons, yujin not inc]

this love is small by @taeiun [f] [some of the little things that they do in your relationship, yujin not inc]

zb1 as love tropes by @tzuberry [f] [headcannons, maknae line]

sweet venom by @taeiun [f] [headcannons, pulling them by the collar and kissing, 02z + 04z + gw]

zb1 as your boyfriends by @cinnajun [f] [hcs, yujin not incl]

zb1 as taylor swift songs by @zhng96 [f] [blurbs]

calling your bsf "babe" by @zhng96 [f] [text imagines]

why him by @hariboz [f] [text imagines, you ask for another member's pc]

why didn't you kiss me by @hariboz [f] [text imagines]

favourite places to kiss by @loserlvrss [f] [blurb, gw + yj not incl]

is this mine? by @kkongdakz [f] [reaction, when you wear their clothes]

we're so cliché by @kkongdakz [f] [zb1 as love tropes]

kiss me by @kkongdakz [sugg] [making out with hyung line]

you being sleep deprived/sleep drunk by @sxmmerberries [f] [maknae line + taerae, text imagines]

no more kisses by @faithst [f] [ot8, hcs, s/o being shy after every kiss]

copyright to respective authors, don't forget to reblog their works ^^ okshu + @fairyofmangoes

[lvlybin]

18+ Thinking about sub!Taerae & sub!reader pt.2 (ft Jiwoong)

request could you write a sequel to the taerae drabble where another member helps guide them? if not thats completely ok! thank you for your time, have a nice day. really quick… hope you like it :D I was gonna write it w Matthew but then blond Jiwoong lol >_<

p in v sex, unprotected sex, cuckold?, like one spank

Taerae really hadn’t meant to tell Jiwoong about the newfound struggles in your relationship with him. It just kind of happened. Not necessarily because Jiwoong was there and ready to listen, but because of how mature and understanding Taerae knew his hyung could be. What he didn’t expect was for Jiwoong to help hands-on. 

“You have to be a little rough with her, Taerae,” Jiwoong mumbled, putting his hand on the younger’s lower back to push him into you again. You yelped softly at the sudden intrusion, Taerae’s thick cock bullying its way into you again under Jiwoong’s doing. Taerae breathes heavily, trying not to let his mind slip to the thought of just fucking you relentlessly. 

Jiwoong’s fingers go to pinch at your clit, massaging the hard bud softly and he chuckles softly at your reaction. “You feel that Rae?” he asks, in reference to how you clench around your boyfriend tightly at the ruthless way Jiwoong’s playing with you. All Taerae can do is moan in response, hips meeting yours at a pace that makes your thighs burn. Jiwoong’s touch leaves the spot between your legs to grab Taerae’s hair, making your boyfriend still his movements. 

“Two fucking sluts is what you both are,” he mumbles, forcing Taerae away and out of you, the feeling of being empty causing another whine to escape you. Your vision is blurry as Jiwoong grips your sides roughly, practically lifting you off the bed and flipping you over. “We’re gonna try a different learning method, okay Rae?” His rough hands manhandle your hips up, pushing your head down so your back is arched and you can feel Jiwoong’s dick pressing against you. 

Jiwoong pauses for a moment, looking over at Taerae. Your boyfriend’s eyes are wide at the sight of the older man controlling you so effortlessly, a little dazed too. Once again, unsure of what to do in the situation. “Taerae, is this okay?” The younger man nods instantly at Jiwoong’s words and Jiwoong nods a little before getting consent from you as well. Then, his dick is splitting you open. 

The way Jiwoong fucks you is so different from the way Taerae does. The older man has so much more power behind his thrusts, forcing your cheek to rub against the sheets every time his length pushes into you. And when you feel him hit that spot inside of you, you moan out loudly. 

Jiwoong chuckles a little, and when you feel his hand come down on your ass you let out a loud, “Fuck!”

“Taerae, your girl likes it rough.” Jiwoong leans over you, pausing his movements for a moment as he pulls at your hands that were fisted in the sheets. He held your hands tightly at your lower back, using them to fuck into even harder. 

Taerae never thought that he would be into watching his girlfriend get fucked by another guy, but at that moment, he’d never seen anything hotter. The humiliation of how bad he was at taking control and the way your teary eyes never left him even as Jiwoong pounded into you roughly made rushes of arousal go through his body and left his dick painfully hard. 

The wet sound of your pussy and the smacking of Jiwoong’s skin against yours drowns out your weak moans and whimpers, throat too sore to be any louder.

“Tae– Taerae!” you cry out and Jiwoong laughs. 

He looks over at Taerae, “She wants you to fuck her like this so bad.” Taerae swallows harshly as Jiwoong pulls out of you with a small ‘Pop’. He watches as his hyung moves to kneel next to your head, blocking your view of Taerae as he places his wet dick next to your mouth. Jiwoong taps your cheek and you instantly open your mouth to let him insert his cock into another one of your holes. The soft sound of you gagging around his friend makes Taerae move closer to you again as Jiwoong looks over at him.

“You ready to try again?”

🧾 an a/n… happy taerae day!

[starvity]

— ☆ good morning texts with zb1 (hyung line)

gn!reader x zb1 hyung line

genre: texts, fluff // warnings: swearing, petnames, lots of kisses, flirting, suggestive for taerae’s

author's note: first post on this blog!! hope you guys enjoy it <3 maknae line version coming up soon... (★ω★)/

[gothlcsan]

hii love ur work as always, can i req how zb1 would react to you not being able to walk the next morning after yk !!🫶

oh you put thoughts into my head.. i hope you enjoy anon

warnings biting, pussy eating, overstimulation, dacryphilia, gym sex, kissing, teasing, bruises, fingering, cockwarming, sorry if i miss anything …

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Sung Hanbin’s eyes stay on you with an amused smile on his face as he watches you try (and fail) to walk toward the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. You turn to face him, your face scrunched up in annoyance as well as embarrassment, being unable to walk due to the night before. Your legs felt as heavy as lead pipes, waving him over to help you to the bathroom. Hanbin is quick on his feet (that only adds to your slight annoyance) helping you up by placing an arm around your back underneath your armpits to help lift you up from the floor. The walk itself to the bathroom felt like forever, sighing in relief as you sat on the toilet, leaning forward to place the top of your head against his stomach, using Hanbin’s body as a head rest.

“I hate you,” you grumbled, the pain in between your legs down to the sore bruises on your legs serving as a constant reminder. Hanbin does nothing but laugh a little, running a hand through your hair as he says you’re pretty, too proud of himself to deny being proud of causing your current state.

Kim Jiwoong uses the arm wrapped behind your shoulders to bring you into a kiss, his lips warm and soft against your own. The fingers of his free hand snake their way down to gently touch your swollen clit, causing you to jerk.

“It’s too sensitive,” you whined, burying your face into the small space of his arm and chest. He chuckled while moving your face to regain eye contact, moving it back down to try and touch the swollen bud. You jerk once again telling him it was too much, a cocky smirk on his lips as he asks why you were so sensitive down there. To which you whine and tell him that he knows exactly why. Jiwoong plays dumb, claiming he has no idea before asking you to enlighten him! You know you’ll get nowhere if you don’t play along, a blush erupting across your face as you explain how he made you cum too many times in a row and now you were incredibly sore and incapable of walking. His eyes are fixated on you which makes you nervous blushing more as he pins you down, a hand sneaking it’s way in between your legs, fingers brushing up against the swollen bud making your eyes roll back with a moan.

“Let’s stay in bed then.” Jiwoong states, your head is already too fuzzy to care much about anything else besides the feeling of his touch.

Zhang Hao kisses your cheeks, apologizing in between each one for immobilizing you.

“I didn’t think I went that hard, I'm sorry.”

He’s trying to be sincere with his apology but your scowl makes him laugh, it being too cute for him. You whine that he’s mean for leaving you unable to walk correctly and now laughing at your face, Hao explaining he truly didn’t mean to. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, lips quivering as you tried (and miserably failed) to hold back your tears.

At first Hao instantly begins to comfort you and apologizes again, growing quiet as you accidentally brush your hand against his growing erection. Silence fills out the room, looking up at Hao who is staring down at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard once he sees the tears staining your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins to say but the way your eyes were shining wet with tears, he cups your face to pull you into a heated kiss.

“You look so pretty when you cry, you know?”

Whining you call him stupid, sighing as he pulls you into his lap, rutting against his bulge as he stares at your pretty stained face. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Seok Matthew sets his weights down, walking across the gym to stand behind you, his hands grazing up your sides until they settle in the dips of your shoulders. You watch him through the mirror, tipping your head back until it rests lightly against his stomach.

“You need help?”

With a shake of your head you let out a small laugh as Matthew questions you again making you blush bringing up this morning.

“You sure? You needed help getting out of bed this morning.”

“Matthew!” Giving his arm a light slap, he bends over your body in a fit of laughter, his hands leaving their previous spot on your shoulders down in between your legs. His fingers dangerously brush up against your clothed pussy, the fabric being swallowed easily as he pushes the digits. Moans drip from your mouth from his skilled touch, tilting your head to the side to watch him work you via the mirror. His taunting words reminding you how hard he fucked you the night before he had to carry you out of bed to get to the gym makes you body arch beneath him. It doesn’t take long for you to beg him to take you there on your yoga mat, climbing off the bench to position yourself onto the ground.

You didn’t care about the outcome of this, your body aches melting into distant memories until a few hours from now, clinging to Matthew pathetically as he guides you on your trembling legs to the bedroom.

Kim Taerae kisses down your inner thighs, a smug smile on his face as he asks where you got the bruises from.

“You know where,” you tell him with a slightly annoyed undertone, your thighs jerking as he bites down into the soft skin in retaliation.

He was purposely teasing you, your body aching from a few hours ago, unable to walk properly without limping as well. Taerae rubs your clit with his fingers, your head rolling to the side as you breathlessly moan.

“You look so hot all bruised up like this, remember all of it?”

Sparking your memories of him bending you nearly in half and abusing your pussy, you grew wetter, much to Taerae’s amusement as he leaned forward and lapped his tongue over the slit of your pussy in response. Working his fingers alongside his tongue before kissing your clit, you grab the pillows behind your head, arching to gain more friction. Taerae’s lips leave your clit with a lewd yet pop, clenching around his fingers growing more insane with each passing second. It hurt to move, unable to suppress your pained noises which Taerae quickly turned to moans as he turned to finger fuck you as his tongue and lips worked together in harmony to abuse your clit.

It didn’t take long for you to cum, an embarrassed laugh coming from you as you looked down at Taerae, his face wet paired with that damn smile of his.

Ricky smirks watching you cling to the bed frame, legs shaking as you try to stand up. Falling back onto the bed with a pained groan, Ricky offers to help you, whipping your head around to glare at him.

“You did this in the first place.”

“I remember someone asking for me to go harder.”

Opening then shutting your mouth you face away from him, he wasn’t wrong about that but you didn’t want to admit that either. Feeling the bed shake as Ricky moves about, you feel a hand slip up from your neck to cup your cheek, trying to get you to face him.

“Look at me.”

Refusing at first, Ricky gives a dumbfounded chuckle before forcing you to face him. His eye contact was intense, you know that he loved keeping eye contact when playing with you like this. More so, you knew he loved watching as you struggled to maintain it as he fucked you mercilessly.

Cupping your jaw, he kisses you, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth before letting it free, your eyes widening from the few seconds of pain. It doesn’t take much for you to end up back underneath him, arms tightly crossed behind his neck, moaning loudly whilst maintaining eye contact as Ricky quickens his thrusts. Each time he reconnected with your thighs, a loud slap being hurt echoing from the room.

You knew you’d be unable to move even an inch after this, Ricky smiling at you, coaxing you to keep your eyes open as he pins you down for him to use so perfectly.

Gyuvin nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a whine coming from you asking him to stop moving so much. Your body was already insanely sore, Gyuvin having to help carry you to the bathroom and then back to bed. Having already faced the teasing from your boyfriend for being unable to walk, you wanted to settle down for a bit, Gyuvin not seeming to get the hint.

“Sorry,” he whispered, a clear smile on his face based on his tone.

He shifts again behind you, your nails digging into his bare thigh as you gasp, his dick pushing deeper into your already sensitive pussy. It was clear this was on purpose but he’d deny it, trying to look over your shoulder to glare at him, demanding he settle down. However, he doesn’t, instead he lifts your leg up and begins to thrust back into you. Gyuvin’s movements are fluid, your eyes scrunched up as you moaned loudly begging for him to continue. Your thoughts became cloudy, words slurred, quite literally going dumb on his dick, the pain in your legs being forgotten for now.

Gyuvin absolutely loves dumbing you down for him to use.

[hariboz]

HE HAS COOTIES BTW!

“they text you “he’s busy” to prank you for once!”

pairing: bf!zb1 x gn!reader

genre: fluff/humor 😽

warnings: no yujin, cussing, kayemess jokes, it’s silly 🫶🏻

notes: i made this during the half time of the ger/sui game…also, has this trend been dead for months at this point? well yes but i love it so i’m doing this regardless ´･ᴗ･` in other news i realised how much i used to love kaomojis omg

[oracle-of-dream]

Bad Habit

Summary: Jiwoong's your partner in class studying bad habits. You happen to chew on the inside of your mouth and bite your nails. It's not healthy! He feels compelled to find a new way to help you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Jiwoong is a caring man, Finger/Hand fetish, Finger Sucking, Hair Pulling, Oral Fixation, Blowjob, Cum-swallowing

Wordcount: 2.5k

It's been a habit you've had for a long time. Maybe even since you were a kid. Any time you felt stressed out, you naturally started grinding your teeth. It felt like your brain was running out of air, your ears buzzed, and you couldn't think straight unless your mouth was occupied. After a while, it changed to chewing gum, sucking on lollipops, biting your nails... whatever you needed, to keep your brain running. It was just so relaxing.

The clouds looked so fluffy today. You chewed on your index finger while letting your mind wander.

"Y/n, your assigned partner is... Jiwoong." Your professor's voice snapped you back to reality.

Looking around the room for context clues on the topic, you noticed everyone was sitting in pairs. Talking to one another, and discussing plans.

A man by the window stared at you, his dark eyes locked with yours as he smiled. He waved you over and you took your bag to sit by him. "I'm Jiwoong. We'll be partners for a while for the project. Do you get everything that's happening?" He asked with a soft smirk.

You hated partner work. It complicated things, and you didn't even know the topic. And this Greek statue of a man was your partner–it smelled like you would be doing it all alone anyway. "No, I missed the explanation. I'll go and ask the teacher."

Jiwoong shook his head. "No need. I can explain it to you." Jiwoong explained the entire project idea with amazing clarity– as if he had written the assignment himself. It was a simple experiment to study bad habits. Each group was meant to learn about their partner and identify a bad habit and ways they can try to prevent it.

"Oh, that's super simple. What's your bad habit, Jiwoong?"

Jiwoong chuckled. "I thought we were supposed to learn about each other. Where's the fun if I just tell you the answer?"

"What do you suggest instead?"

"How about lunch? You can learn a lot about a person over a meal." Jiwoong started packing his bag. You followed him, packing your back, and walking to the campus cafeteria.

You tried to study him while walking, but he gave nothing to work with. It was time for a different approach. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"I work out," He said shortly.

"Favorite foods?"

"I like fruits, mostly the sour ones."

"Um... fears?"

"Next question."

You continued asking general questions until you sat at the table across from him. It was beginning to irritate you how nonchalant he was being. The static in your brain started taking over, the rising sound of ringing in your ears. Before you could enjoy your food, you started chewing on your chopsticks. The feeling of rolling your tongue over and around the cold metal soothed you in an instant.

"Y/n?" Jiwoong called.

"Mmh?" You mumbled as you looked over your food, deciding what to eat first.

"Actually, never mind." Jiwoong picked up his utensils and started eating with you.

You tried to study Jiwoong while he ate, but he was still perfect. An impeccable wall, with not a single crack. Meanwhile, Jiwoong studied you back with sharp eyes that occasionally met yours. Eventually, figuring out the other got boring and you let your mind wander again. Going over what else you had to do after lunch. Go to another class, study for a few hours, and then you have to stop at the store to get food for dinner.

Unconsciously, your hand scratched your chin. But instead of putting your hand back down, your thumb found its way to your lips. Your lips parted and you started chewing on your nail.

Jiwoong sucked on his teeth. "Don't bite your nails. It's not healthy for you."

You obediently put your hand down. "Whatever," you mumbled. You continued with your meal, occasionally glancing at Jiwoong and catching him closely watching your hands. You ate your meal but somehow you ended up biting your nail again.

Jiwoong stood and grabbed your hand, his eyes coated with a hint of irritation. "Don't bite them," He warned. "Or is this your bad habit?" Jiwoong smirked at you as he shook your hand in his.

"I guess it is."

"So, now we're supposed to find a way for you to break that habit." Jiwoong went through his bag and pulled out a lollipop. "Just suck this instead, okay? I read before that the best way to break that habit is to do something else."

You took the candy from him to see the flavor. "Is this butterscotch? Who eats this?" You tossed it back to him.

"It was just a random flavor, I didn't specifically pick that one. Just eat it." Jiwoong unwrapped it and pressed it to your lips, leaning over the table to reach you. You turned your head, which forced Jiwoong to hold you by your chin and guide the candy to your lips. He was soft when handling you. Holding your chin up so you were looking at him as his thumb brushed against your lips. Your lips parted for a moment and he seized the opportunity to slide into the opening. Just for a moment, Jiwoong's finger passed into your mouth and then left. His eyes were tender but piercing and you felt something inside you snap...

Jiwoong let you go and sat down. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so pushy–I was just trying to–"

"It's fine... I have to go. I'll see you around." The words spilled out of your mouth quickly as you scooped your belongings and rushed out of the cafeteria, your mouth filling with saliva as you did.

You could only make it to the bathroom before spitting into the sink. Your skin ran hot in waves, almost pulsing. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see Jiwoong's face holding you as his hands slipped into your mouth. Locked in a stall, you tried to calm down but the candy wasn't helping. Even biting your nails wasn't good enough anymore. You sat on the toilet, closed your eyes, and put your fingers on your lips. You saw Jiwoong looking at you with so much care as his fingers pushed into your mouth, letting you suck on them. He moved his long fingers making you gag as he held you by your neck–he wouldn't let you back away from him. Your body twitched and squirmed as your brain went black. Softly, you started humming, then moaning as you felt pleasure from your mouth being occupied. Less than a minute of this made you finish in your pants, you breathed heavily as you returned to reality.

You were sitting in the bathroom. Fingers dripping, lips swollen, and a dark spot in your pants that couldn't show how messy it was in there.

You cleaned yourself up, had to use your bag to cover your crotch, and left the bathroom. After a few minutes, you could feel an itch at the back of your throat. No matter how many times you coughed or rubbed your throat, it wouldn't go away. By the time you got home, it was unbearable. Drinking something cold or hot and eating cough drops. Nothing was working... Until you had an idea. Slowly, you put your index finger in your mouth and started to suck on it. The itch stopped and your head was at peace again. But anytime you stopped, the itch wouldn't stay gone for long.

Were you really that much of a freak? You couldn't focus unless something was in your mouth. You had to buy more candy that night to try and calm yourself, but you barely slept. At all. And the next morning was even worse, even your fingers weren't doing the trick anymore. You needed something longer to touch the back of your throat, to itch it directly. But your gag reflex would stop you from pushing anything too far... You needed someone to scratch it for you.

You struggled through the school day. Every minute felt like an hour. But you just needed to see him again, to ask for help...

When your psychology class came, you booked it into the classroom. Jiwoong was there before you and smiled at you walking in. Your body's immediate reaction was to start salivating as if it knew what would come. You approached Jiwoong as calmly as you could, trying to drink down as much spit as you could before speaking.

"Jiwoong, about yesterday–"

"I really am sorry about that. I shouldn't have been so forceful with you."

"No! I'm really not offended."

Jiwoong chuckled. "Well if you're sure. Just let me know if I can do anything to make it up to you, I just feel bad."

Your brain rang in alarm. This was your chance. "I–uhm, actually do have something you can help me with."

His eyes brightened. "Sure, anything."

"Can you come with me for a bit? Now?" You tried to contain yourself but the way you said "now" was almost like a moan. Jiwoong nodded and followed you out of the classroom. You led him down a few hallways until you found a secluded spot.

"What's wrong? Is it bad?"

You nodded. Struggling to keep it together. You picked up Jiwoong's hand before speaking, "I-I need a serious favor."

"Say it."

Your face burned with embarrassment with the words that came out of your mouth, "Can I please suck on your fingers?"

The silence was deafening. You stood there, unable to look at his face, waiting for his eventual judgment. But it never came–Jiwoong moved his hand to your lips. "Do I need to do anything specific?"

"You'll let me!?"

Jiwoong nodded. "I said I'd make it up to you. So, sure."

You couldn't hold it back anymore. You didn't waste another moment as you closed your eyes and took two of Jiwoong's fingers into your mouth. You pushed as far down as possible, gagging immediately as your body shook. You felt Jiwoong pull his hand away, maybe out of fear for your safety, but you opened your eyes to look at him. You silently begged for more.

Jiwoong moved his fingers back into your mouth, making your eyes roll. It felt so much different when he moved on his own.

You pulled off completely, swallowing a deep breath first. "C-Can you... do it?"

"D-Do what?" Jiwoong's eyes were wide as he watched your every move.

"Please... can you help me?"

"Just tell me what to do."

"Can you take control a bit? You can stop, but I can't do it alone."

Jiwoong smiled, cupping your cheek. "Okay, I can. If that's what you need, I'll do it. My way." Jiwoong fixed his stance before you, his energy completely switching. "Kneel for me," He commanded.

Slowly you knelt and looked up at him.

"Oh, that's perfect." He stroked your cheek again before putting his two fingers on your lips. "Open." You shivered at receiving the order as your mouth wrapped around his fingers. Jiwoong held the back of your head with his other hand and pushed you forward. His fingers pushed into your mouth as your tongue wrapped around them. They tasted sweet, like sugar, and were so soft. Jiwoong played with your tongue, stroked the roof of your mouth, and looked deep into your eyes the whole time. His chest rose sharply as he gripped your head tighter, his breath loud and ragged. "Y/n, stop for a second," He pulled you off him, leaving you gasping for air.

"Why? Please, don't stop–I'm not finished." You begged, almost crying from the absence.

"I know... I need help too." Jiwoong pushed your head toward his crotch, gently asking. "Can you help me too? It'll be good for us both." Sucking his fingers was the only thing you'd thought about. But now Jiwoong was offering something else... From what you could see from the bulge in his pants–he's huge.

You nodded slowly. "Please, let me suck it."

Jiwoong unbuckled his pants and let his cock out of his underwear. It slapped against your face. It was heavy and warm. It smelled clean with a hint of sweat. He tapped it on your face a few times before he pulled on your hair. "Open... Please." You could hear Jiwoong straining, trying to keep himself from being too rough with you.

You gently opened your mouth and went to reach for his cock. Jiwoong swatted your hand away. “No hands, just–let me.” Jiwoong slapped his cock on your tongue. “You’re so cute… It’s almost bigger than your face. Lick it, baby.” Your tongue darted out, giving small kitten licks, precum salty and sticky on the stiff muscle. Jiwoong’s jaw clenched as you swirled your tongue around the tip, then licked along his shaft slowly. “Very good,” He mumbled. “Just like that, keep going.”

Your spit dripped down his cock as you licked, almost choking on your spit as you climbed up it.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” Jiwoong grunted. You nodded gently, eyes begging for more. Jiwoong pushed into your mouth, cock heavy on your tongue as the tip hit your throat. “So wet–” He started moving, listening for your moans as the vibrations traveled up his cock. Every touch of the back of your throat hit the spot perfectly. You gagged, but with Jiwoong holding you there was no way to pull away. “Brace yourself.” Jiwoong started speeding up, now both hands were holding your hand as he moved your head on his cock in time with his thrusts. Your throat bulged as his length dove down your throat. You twitched and shook at the sensation overload. Jiwoong didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

He grunted at every thrust, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Sorry–” His next apology was cut off by his orgasm crashing over him. His cum spilled into your throat, while his cock was still deeply invested in you, forcing you to swallow. “Take it… Every drop,” Jiwoong grunted as he pulled his cock from between your lips and took a good look at you. Red, teary love-struck eyes, swollen lips, breathing heavily. You enjoyed every second of it and couldn’t feel the itch anymore. Finally, you could think soundly. Then the thought of what just happened crept into your mind.

“Jiwoong, I…”

Jiwoong looked around while slipping his cock back into his pants. “We should get out of here.”

“About that, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t get rid of that feeling and I needed something…”

Jiwoong helped you to your feet. “I needed you too,” He kissed you, tasting himself on your lips. “And if you need assistance regularly, I can do that.”

You nodded. “I’d like that… A lot.”

Jiwoong’s hand slid down your stomach, “And, I can even repay you for–” Jiwoong’s eyes widened as his hand reached your crotch. “Did you cum already?” You slowly nodded. “You need some extra pants? I have my gym pants in my bag.”

“Yeah… if you don’t mind.”

[foreverbase1]

BΛD IDΣΛ ЯIGΉƬ? ❣ Kim Jiwoong

❥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex!Kim Jiwoong x gn!ex!reader

❥𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

❥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff?, Angst?, Exes to Lovers?

❥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of alcohol and being drunk

❥𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: bad idea right? by Olivia Rodrigo

❥𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: IVE's Gaeul, tripleS's Xinyu & Cherry Bullet's Bora

❥𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Reader is out with friends when their ex, Jiwoong, calls them asking them to come over. Ending left open for your own delulu interpretations <33

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬! <𝟑

"𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥"

You don't know what compelled you to come out tonight, you usually weren't someone who went out drinking. Sure, you've had alcohol here and there, but you never went to the point you got drunk.

However, something was different in you tonight. You couldn't exactly put your finger on it, but when your friend Bora invited you out to come with her, Gaeul and Xinyu to a bar, you surprisingly said yes. Quicker than you would've. It must've shocked them, cause they expected you to say no.

So, here you were. Sitting on a stool at the bar with a glass in front of you drunk out of your mind. You weren't alone thankfully, cause you had Xinyu next to you and she was sober. You both watched Bora and Gaeul dance the night away while drunk, you were drunk too but opted to stay seated cause you were sure you'd hurl if you even moved an inch.

Xinyu sat with you and opted to only drink lightly to make sure someone could get everyone home in one piece. You honestly were embarrassed at how you cried like a baby when she told you this, cause you simply couldn't fathom how amazing she was.

"I'll be right back, Y/N. Don't move" She told you as she got up from her seat, her tone stern. "Yes ma'am!" You drunkenly responded back, giggling at the end. Xinyu sighed, giving you a small smile before she walked off to the bathroom. And now there you sat, alone, at the bar. Drunk and now stuck in your thoughts.

Your mind wandered to one person automatically, and you couldn't tell if you wanted to throw up from the thought of him or because you were drunk out of your mind right now. The person occupying your thoughts was Kim Jiwoong, your ex.

You two had broken up 2 months ago and it sucked, you cried for a month straight and your friends had to pull you out of your slump. It hurt cause you loved him so much and every time you saw him, he seemed to be doing perfectly fine. It might be crazy, but you also sometimes found your self subconsciously stalking his socials every now and then to see how he was doing.

But as if some god above heard your thoughts, your phone started vibrating. You were pulled from your little Jiwoong daydreaming session and your eyes travelled to the electronic device sat on the counter beside your glass. You looked closer at the screen and your eyes widen in shock. "Okay Y/N, you're just really drunk right now" You said out loud, laughing to yourself.

You were sure your eyes were deceiving you and that your brain was just really drunk, cause no way was Kim Jiwoong calling you right now?

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚."

You knew you shouldn't pick up the call, if you did and your friends found out they would kill you. And while Bora's words about getting over him and growing to be happier than him played in your head, your hand reached for your phone and clicked the green icon to accept the call, raising the device to your ear in lightning speed.

You felt your heart begin to beat faster when you heard his voice come through the phone and fill your ears. God you were down bad for this man and you weren't even ashamed of it. "Y/N..." He spoke your name and you couldn't lie, you loved the way your name rolled off his tongue. But the tone in his voice.....you couldn't quite read it.

You felt like maybe he was drunk too, maybe he was missing you or maybe he just wanted a quick one night stand before he forgets you again. But something in you was telling you his tone meant something and you just couldn't tell what it was cause you were drunk. Yeah, that has to be it!

"Jiwoong?" You replied, your words slurred a bit from being drunk. It was quiet for too long after he had said your name and it was driving you crazy.

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨."

"Come over" He said, hanging the phone up quick. It left you stunned, did he really just do that? And while you were going to burst into tears about how stupid you were for answering his call, a text would stop you from doing so.

Jiwoong's contact lit up your screen, you had refused to block his number even after promising your friends you would, a thousand other times. He had sent you his new address with a smiley face message left right underneath it.

You were sure your heart was about to explode inside your chest. You raised your finger to your mouth, beginning to bite your nail as you sat there deep in thought. It was a habit of yours and Jiwoong found it cute, while your friends found it annoying. But who cares what they had to say when the man of your dreams was asking you to see him tonight.

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

When Xinyu returned from the bathroom, you quickly hid your phone. You knew that you had to make a plan to get out of here and see him, you were dumb and drunk out of your mind for doing this, but you 𝘯���𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 to see him.

Turning to your friend, you smiled and made up a lie on the spot. You were sure she was gonna see right through it, but she surprisingly didn't. "Hey, can you drop me off at....my friend's, he- she wants me to come over and i'll just crash there tonight" You said, trying your best to not almost let slip that Jiwoong had called you, and while you made a mistake by saying 'he' instead of 'she', Xinyu thankfully just took it as you being drunk.

"Sure, let me go get Bora and Gaeul. It's late anyway" She smiled at you, standing up and walking over to retrieve Bora and Gaeul from their spot on the dance floor. After a small unserious fight between the three, you were all now driving to the address you had given Xinyu.

"𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙝, 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨. 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩"

Bora and Gaeul were passed out in the back of Xinyu's car, having used up all their energy on the dance floor. And you knew they were gonna go through a horrible hangover in the morning, but right now, Jiwoong was your priority.

Xinyu eventually pulled up outside of an apartment complex, Jiwoong's new one after he moved from his old one shortly after you two broke up. Your friend looks over at you and smiles, giving you a hug as you exit the car. "Stay safe Y/N and call me first thing in the morning!" She says, watching as you nod your head and wave goodbye to her.

You made sure to watch Xinyu turn a corner down the street, before you rushed into the building and up the flight of stairs.

"𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"

As you ran up the stairs, your brain started trying to talk you out of it. What if he really did just want to use you for one night before he blanked you the day after and you fell back into that depressive slump?

"𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"

Your heart, however, argued back. What if he missed you too? What if he wanted to patch things and make it work between you two? You never really got closure because you couldn't understand why he wanted to end things.

So maybe, just maybe he finally realized now that he wanted to be with you and that he needed you the same way you needed him!

"𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"

While your brain and heart argued, you neared his apartment. Your legs were burning from how many stairs there were and you were sure you were gonna trip and faint the more you climbed them, but something in you kept you going.

"𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"

As you stood in front of his apartment door, completely out of breath, your heart and brain had stopped arguing and were now replaced by your gut's voice. It told you that this was right, this was going to go right, this was what was meant to happen all along.

You raised your hand and knocked on his door, hearing a faint "coming" from inside. It was him. And as you heard his footsteps approaching the door and the door swing open, your eyes intertwined with his, a small smile appearing on both of your faces. You were left breathless at how amazing he looked, your eyes flickered behind him before returning to his gaze. The lights were dim, romantic even and it made your heart do twirls in your chest.

"Hi"

"Hey"

"𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚"

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑𝟑𝟑