#zb1 kim gyuvin x reader

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pretty boy on lockdown! | k.gv

pairing: popular guy! kim gyuvin x fem, student president! reader warnings: swearing like three words, mentions of food genre: fake dating, reverse grumpy x sunshine, super fluffy, angst if you squint but even then it's not that much, crack fic wc: 9,752

Kim Gyuvin was begging on his knees trying to get away from his crazed fangirls. He just needed a moment of peace. Along came you, the stingy student president who didn't even know who he was! You were the final piece to the puzzle; the perfect addition to his perfect plan. It was simple; you two pretend to date and drive away all of Gyuvin's weird fangirls. You only had one rule, though; Gyuvin has to drive you everywhere!

a/n: hiii i'm back with my first fic for zb1! I love kim gyuvin with all my heart omg this fic was actually so fun to write! please support zb1 and their new song, crush, too! I tried to make this one super fluffy so hope u guys enjoy~

You were holding someone’s hand.

The hand was much bigger than yours, most likely a man’s. The metal surface of what you assumed was a ring had shocked your skin cool. His knuckles were calloused, rough—he seriously needed to invest in some hand cream. Contradictingly, his palms were warm and clammy; a sensation you didn’t particularly enjoy, either.

More importantly, however, you didn’t have a clue who this man was. 

It seems he didn’t catch that memo.

“I already have a girlfriend,” the owner of the hand bogusly smiled at the two girls who cornered you in the middle of the hallway. Stupefied, you gazed up at his towering frame and broad shoulders, with his sports bag flush against his chest. You glanced at his flushed red ears, sweat beading from his forehead, his puppy dog eyes that were full of determination. You admit; he would’ve been cute if it weren’t for this non-consensual hand holding habit of his. The creepy-hand-guy glanced at his feet. “I can’t date you, sorry!”

“Awe, Gyubinnee!” one of the girls whined, a sound synonymous with an air horn. “Since when were you dating someone?”

You seconded the air-horn girl’s testaments. Since when were you in a relationship you didn’t even know about?

His hand clung around your fingers tighter. “It just sorta happened, you know?”

The two girls took quick glances at each other, whining some more before ultimately walking away, their shoulders slumped to the floor. Creepy-hand-guy waited a few paces, his eyes tracking the girls like a sniper on the kill. The girls turned the corner at the hall, and only then did the creepy hand guy exhale from relief. He held a hand against his chest, as if his heart was minutes away from falling out of place. Clearly, creepy-hand-guy was forgetting something.

“Are you gonna let go?”

“Oh, shit,” he jutted, his hand flying away from yours. He took two lengthy steps away from your figure, as if he finally learnt the meaning of personal space. Took him long enough. You heave a sigh, using your finally free hand to continue what you were originally here to do; gathering your things to bus home. 

“I’m really sorry—those girls were killing me.” He cradled the nape of his neck with his palm, flashing the grin. A genuine one, this time. Though it was laced with nervousness. “Thanks for helping me out. I’m Gyuvin.” 

Gyuvin pushed a hand out to your direction, making this the second time you’ve ever held his hand. You hugged your books against your chest, leaving one hand open to shake his hand. “y/n.”

“Do you usually hold random girl’s hands in your free time?” Turning around, you took a jab at him as you shoved your books into your school bag. It elicited a nervous chuckle from his chest. Gyuvin clung onto his bag strap. “No, those girls back there—they keep harassing me and asking for my number. So, I, uh, had to improvise? Yeah.” 

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but giggle at his lack of coordination. Gyuvin fiddled with his fingers, lighting up at the sight of your amusement. He really did resemble a puppy. 

You clicked your phone open, your eyes scanning the time left you had to rush over to your bus stop. Shock ran though your spine, sweat beaded from your forehead. 8 minutes. You had 8 minutes before the bus would arrive, and the closest bus stop resided on the other side of a massive hill. Slamming your locker shut, you dashed to the exit, brushing past Gyuvin’s shoulder. You quickly turned back, greeting the puppy boy with a weary eye-smile. 

“Good luck with that—”

“Wait!”

His voice tethered you to the ground, your body frozen. You couldn’t quite figure out why you bothered to listen; the clock was ticking—fast. Gyuvin adjusted his figure to face you upfront before bending over in a 90* bow. Your brows furrowed, speechless. What was this guy doing?

“Can you be my fake girlfriend?”

You choked, eyes spilling from your sockets. This felt like some joke, like a prank camera crew was moments away from jumping out and exposing their true intentions. You glanced around just to be safe. You caught a glimpse of the boy before you, slowly straightening his posture—his eyes flooding with determination. Your lips part. He wasn’t joking, was he? 

The puppy boy continues his wild claim, his palms facing you in defence. “I know it sounds crazy, but those girls have never listened to me before! This is the first time they’ve actually back down after I’ve told them to go away.” Gyuvin held a hand to his chest. “If I make it seem like I’m in a believable relationship, I might actually have a shot at making those guys leave me alone.”

Gyuvins eyes drilled into you, his voice softening. “I really need your help—please.”

Feelings of guilt started to seep into your chest, but you quickly swatted them away. You barely knew this man, why would you give into his psychotic request? You checked the bus time once again; 6 minutes. Shit. 

“No thanks!” You jutted from your chest.

With that, you dashed out the door, your bag swinging side to side as you ran. As heartless as your actions were, you didn’t bother to look back. You simply let the puppy boy fend for himself. It didn’t matter, you’ll never see this guy again.

Right?

Running. Kim Gyuvin was running. His breath hitched against his chest, sweat 

beaded from his forehead, his sports bag swaying frantically at his hips. He barely took notice, though; his brain was too occupied with escaping the two random girls who asked him for his number this afternoon. 

Correction: girls who asked for his number and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Gyuvin tucked himself away, hiding behind a wall of lockers to catch his breath. He combed through his hair, his chest heaving. This wasn’t the first time this happened. There have been countless times where Gyuvin had to run for his life from random people in his school; people that claimed to be fans. It was one of the downsides to being popular.

Gyuvin knew it was vain. He knew people would die just to be in his shoes. He knew people would love to be adored the way he was adored. Yet one massive thing completely goes over their heads; it was exhausting. People didn’t fully understand his struggles; the constant noise, the lack of privacy in the classroom and the bus ride to and from school. The only reason he studied his ass off to get his licence the minute he could was to get away from those fangirls who had no clue about personal space.  

Now, they’re going so far as to wait for him after practice, and chase him down for his number. Gyuvin needed to put an end to this. Now. 

Hastily, Gyuvin scanned the barren hallway. Nothing but a sea of beige lockers; all closed. It was natural, it was well after school hours—almost everyone had to be home by now. Gyuvin’s shoulders sunk to the floor, his heart losing hope for a successful escape. 

The sound of rustling suddenly crept up to his ears as he turned his head to the left. He found the figure of a girl turned away as she moved books and papers around in her locker. Her face was buried into the nook of the locker, paying no attention to the world around her. Her surroundings, baren and quiet. Gyuvin envied her a little; she looked like she was having a peaceful day. 

Another glance at the locker girl and a lightbulb bounces from Gyuvin’s brunette head. The locker girl was none other than you, Park y/n. According to Gunwook, you were the bossiest class president in your year, and you often stayed late after school for your various class president duties. Ricky dubbed you a tryhard for it. Gyuvin, however, didn’t have much to say on the matter—he’s never had the chance to talk to you.   

Gyuvin found himself staring at you, time standing still. His eyes widen before he sends a swift slap onto his cheek. Yet, that didn’t stop from curiosity bubbling in his chest.

The echoes of steps and faint voices bounce from further down the hall, Gyuvin’s spine freezing in fear almost immediately after, his brain being thrown straight back into reality. Shit. They were back. Gyuvin had to act fast. In a panic, Gyuvin’s eyes landed on your hand, which was dangling nonchalantly against your side as you fiddled with your phone. An idea perked up in his mind, an idea he swatted away instantly. But as the steps grew faster, and his time ran shorter, he knew he had no other choice. 

Gyuvin gulped as he dashed over to you. Guess it’s worth a shot.

So much for your peaceful day.

“Alright, I’ll pick you up at 4, we’ll get something to eat, then we’ll head to the concert venue.” Your best friend, Matthew listed out; his voice muffled by the crunch of cornchips. His thumb swiped over his phone, his other hand tossing more chips into his mouth. You sat across from him on your living room floor, your frame buzzing with excitement as the two of you planned your most anticipated weekend yet. Your favourite artist was holding a concert in your city and you needed to go; your life depended on it. 

Cheerfully, you nod at Matthew’s rundown of your weekend plans, a grin plastered on your face. A grin that would disappear. The cause? Matthew's snoopy ass. 

“We’ll figure out the rest later—tell me more about that hand holding guy!”

Right. That was another reason for your best friend’s visit; for him to probe you for answers regarding the weirdo, Kim Gyuvin. You only sighed. You only graced him an ominous text about it last night before you went to bed, it was only fair. You took one last swing of your soda.

“He was running away from some girls. Apparently, they can’t get the hint when he tells them he's not interested.” You wave your hand nonchalantly when images suddenly pop into your mind. The image of Gyuvin bowing down like a dork, his puppy dog eyes full of determination. The image of Gyuvin’s cheeky smile—a smile that was plastered onto his face for the entire 10 minute interaction. Your brain lingered on that image for a little while, though you weren’t fully sure as to why. 

“Oh, and get this,” You finally continued, waving those weird thoughts away. “The guy asked if I could be his fake girlfriend. Like—what?”

“What, really?” Matthew erupted into a fit of giggles, his figure folding up into a ball and rolling around like some unbalanced egg. “That’s so stupid. Did he even tell you his name?”

You nipped at your lip. “Yeah. Gyuvin.”

Matthew choked on his chips, his eyes spilling from their sockets. You stood still, frozen as curiosity took over your frame. Did you say something wrong?

“Wait. Kim Gyuvin?”

“Yeah?” You furrowed your brows. “Does that matter?"

Matthew scoffed. "He's only one of the most popular guys at school? How did you not know this?"

You only shrug. Being class president didn’t leave much room for a social life. This was no exception. Matthew ran a hand through his hair, his jaw grazing the floor in awe. You, meanwhile, only brought your soda can to your lips, nibbling at the metal as you thought back to the puppy boy. The way he fumbled and stuttered on his words, the way he so desperately ran away from his supposed fans. This guy was supposed to be your school’s hotshot pretty boy? Nah. That was impossible. 

Matthew leaned back onto the couch, a mischievous grin stretched across his face. “Go for it.” 

You choked. “What? No!” You swat the air, huffing a sigh. “I’m way too busy for something that silly. Besides, it sounds like he’s got a whole roster of girls to choose from. He doesn’t need me.”

“I dunno, sounds like he does. No one just asks a question like that,” Matthew shrugs. You wince, memories from that afternoon with Gyuvin popping into your brain; your cruel rejection in particular lingering well past its welcome.  

“Maybe it’ll be fun for you, too! Your social life needs some work—OW.” Your palm smacked his shoulder. Deserved. 

“I don’t need a fake boyfriend for that, I have you.”

“Yeah. Your only friend. I can’t hang out all the time!”

“Whatever,” You swat the air again, not putting much thought into Matthew’s words as you dug your hands into a newly opened bag of chips. Matthew was just being delusional anyways. There was no point in listening to him. 

There’s no way you’d give Kim Gyuvin the light of day.

Luck wasn’t on your side this particular afternoon.

It started with the bipolar weather of your city. Blue skies of the afternoon quickly shrivelled up into thunderous grey clouds, and soon later, showers of rain drenched the outside. Luckily enough, your student council meeting had just ended, meaning you’d be trapped in the pouring rain. Without an umbrella. Yay. 

You pushed through your school doors, being immediately greeted with harsh rain as you took your first steps outside. You tried to salvage your face, at least. Pressing your hand against your forehead in a makeshift visor; but it was no use. Your makeup had practically washed off of your face, like a tiny floatie amidst a grand wave. You only nipped at your lip, the rest of the trek to your bus stop becoming a cold, shivering blur. As you finally approach the barren bench and bus stop pole, you pull your phone out, only to be met with another devastating piece of news. 

32 minutes. The next bus was 32 minutes late. Your heart sank into the drenched sidewalk.

A sigh escapes your lips as you look up at the droplets before you, the splotches of gloomy clouds crowning over your once innocent sky. You didn’t even have the energy to complain, it was no use. As much as you wanted it to, whining wouldn’t make the bus get here faster, or miraculously send a ride your way to get you away from this mess. And so, you stood your ground, convincing yourself that everything was fine.

Happy thoughts. Like the warm shower you could take the moment you arrive home, or the concert outfit you could plan even though the concert was still weeks away. Yeah. Just think happy thoughts, y/n. 

Your phone buzzed against your palm, your eyes scanning through the numerous water beads cascading off the glass.

matthew! [6:49 pm] GIRL I'M SO SORRY MY PARENTS JUST GROUNDED ME

matthew! [6:49 pm] I CAN’T FUCKING GO TO THE CONCERT

Your heart shattered. No. This can’t be happening. You and Matthew; that's how it was supposed to be. You couldn’t just go alone! Who else were you supposed to go to the concert with? Frantically, your thumbs swipe up the screen, summoning the phone keyboard. 

y/n [6:50pm] WHAT

matthew! [6:50 pm] I KNOW 

matthew! [6:51 pm] I stayed out past curfew like ONCE

y/n [6:51pm] is there really no way to change their minds?? 

y/n [6:52pm] like chores?? 

matthew! [6:54 pm] no :(( I already tried everything

matthew! [6:54 pm] just go without me 

You nipped at your lips. You doubted being able to go, yourself. Your parent’s hand one stipulation when allowing you to go to the concert. You needed a ride. Neither one of your parents were available, nor did they want you on a 2 hour bus ride to the other side of town. Matthew was your only option, and now he’s gone. Your heart beats rapidly beneath your chest. What were you going to do? 

“y/n?” 

The voice shook you to reality. You could tell the voice was yelling, attempting to overpower the crashing rain and its new friends; thunder and lightning. Your eyes move to follow the voice, your poor pupils meeting with a strong beam of light. You wince, using your arm to shield the light. A car sat in front of you, oddly enough. A car you didn’t quite recognize. Though the owner of the car would supposedly beg to differ. You bent down to get a better few of this mystery owner. 

You choke. 

It was Kim Gyuvin. 

You glance around before taking a step closer. “What are you doing here?”

“What?”

“I said; What are you doing here?” Your voice grew louder at the end. 

“Oh,” He picks at the nape of his neck. “I was driving by when I saw you. Who takes the bus in this weather?”

Your eyes fall to the ground; your soaked shoes. “Nobody could pick me up.”

The blanket of your silence was overwhelmed by the rapid taps of the rain droplet hitting against Gyuvin’s windshield. 

“Do you want a ride?”

Your eyes widen, spilling from their sockets. Was he being serious? Kim Gyuvin, the man who you knew for about 48 hours in total, just offered you a ride in his car. Was he insane? Between this and his little hand-holding habit, you were starting to get the impression that personal space was not in this man’s vocabulary. 

“What? No tha—”

A sudden strike of lightning flashes down near you, the earth below rumbling and jolting in fear. You clearly did the same, yelping out a shriek as you almost lost your own balance. Fear shot down your spine faster than the lightning strike you had just witnessed. Your eyes bounce back to Gyuvin’s car. Fuck it.

“Alright, fine.”

Cold. Your clothes were cold against your skin as you leaned back in Gyuvin’s passenger seat. The seatbelt pushed the wet fabric into your skin further, making you shiver at each movement. Your fingers fumbled with the straps of your bag, eyes boring into the neon green light of his car radio. Gyuvin’s eyes darted to you, overflowing with unease. “Music?”

“Uh, it’s fine.” Your eyes wandered to the crashing raindrops outside; the sky painted a deep navy blue. Your eyes followed each streetlight that flew by your view, desperate for a distraction. 

The two of you were drowning in awkward silence, nothing but the rumbles of thunder booming in your ears. You were suffocating. What else were you supposed to do? You didn’t exactly know what to say to the boy who asked you to be his fake girlfriend. You tapped your fingers against the nylon of your school bag. 

“Those girls from the other day,” Gyuvin’s voice suddenly peaked, his thumbs drumming against his steering wheel. “They hadn’t approached me at all, today. That fake relationship thing really worked.”

You only nod. Did people really think you were a couple?

The thought makes your stomach feel funny.

“Is it really that bad?” You looked over to him. 

Gyuvin huffed a sigh, his cheeks puffing up with air. “It happens almost every day. It drives me crazy.”

You gulp, Gyuvin’s response rendering you speechless. The most popular guy at school hated being popular. Ironic. Guilt clung onto your chest again. You had to admit; you felt bad for the guy. Having people chase you down the halls on a daily basis wasn’t an easy feat. And yet, he chose to stay popular. You couldn’t help but wonder why.  

Maybe you were a little curious when it came to the school’s pretty boy. 

You choke. What an absurd thought.                              

At that moment, intrusive thoughts flooded your brain. Thoughts of Matthew and the concert; thoughts of waiting for the bus on cruel, rainy days; the fact that this was the fastest you’ve ever gotten home after a student president meeting. You took note of the heater effortlessly thawing your frozen body, the shield of the windows protecting you from the crashing rain. 

Eventually, Gyuvin pulls into your driveway. He sets his car into park, fidgeting with the buttons to unlock the car doors. Your eyes met Gyuvin’s, which were already staring back at you. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Wait!” You began without thinking. Gyuvin’s brows furrowed together, confused.

“I'll do it. I’ll be your fake girlfriend.”

Gyuvin’s eyes split from their sockets. He leaned forward in shock. Maybe a little excitement, too. “What?”

“But,” You lifted a finger to the sky. With the way he stared back at you, you were convinced Gyuvin forgot to breathe. You continued. “I’ll only do it if you do something for me in return, got it?”

“Yeah, anything!” Gyuvin’s heart began racing.

“Drive me everywhere.”

Drive me everywhere.

Your voice replayed in Kim Gyuvin’s head. It replayed during the lacklustre lectures of his biology class; during the repetitive drills of his basketball practice warm ups. It was odd. The presence of you in his mind made his boring day a little less boring. 

As baffling as your demand was, Gyuvin couldn’t help but accept. In exchange for a fake relationship that would drive away the fangirls he had to deal with on a daily basis, Gyuvin would drive you to and from school everyday, as well as wherever else you wanted to go. It’s a win-win situation; a way to finally escape the horrors of those obsessive fangirls. A way to finally be at peace. Besides, he always felt a little bad watching you bus home everyday.

Gyuvin’s chest bubbled up with excitement. He wasn’t quite sure why. 

“No hugging? Really?”

The two of you sat in Gyuvin’s car, scribbling down what you both thought were important ground rules to have for this peculiar fake relationship. You’ve only agreed on three so far.

Kim Gyuvin drives Park y/n to and from school

Kim Gyuvin takes Park y/n to concert

Park y/n scares creepy fangirls away >:))

You grumble. It clearly didn’t dawn on you how much of a headache this would give you. Gyuvin leaned back on the driver’s seat, exasperated. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, his brow’s furrowing at your seeming outlandish claim. You only nibbled at your lip; unsure of what exactly was so wrong with what you said. “Yeah. No hugging. Or touching, for that matter.”

“How would anyone believe us if I can’t hug you?” Gyuvin throws his hands in the air like a big baby. 

“I dunno? I’m just not a touchy person—It’s not a big deal.” You shrug, swatting away his concerns. Gyuvin springs up from his laid back stance, snatching the notebook away from your unassuming hands. You stay stunned, brows furrowing at what he was doing. You watch as he scribbles profusely before facing the journal your way the minute he finishes. 

Kim Gyuvin and Park y/n MUST hold hands (to avoid suspicion!)

The notebook drops onto your lap as you gaze back at Gyuvin, an unamused stare lining your face. “Really?”

“What? Holding hands isn’t that bad!” Gyuvin grins. “It’s not like we haven’t done it, either.”

Heat creeps up to your cheek. His remark earns a punch to his shoulder.

“Are you obsessed with my hands or something?” You scowl. 

This time, it was Gyuvin’s turn to grow absolutely flustered. His cheeks grew into a deep red, the wash of colour spreading all the way to the shell of his ear. He coughed out a lump from his throat as picked at the nape of his neck. “What? No—shut up!”

Gyuvin gulped, slightly turning away from you. “It’s a nice middle ground.”

You sigh, your shoulders sinking into the plush of his passenger seat. “Fine.”

You never thought you’d be spending your Wednesday afternoon eating ice cream atop the trunk of Kim Gyuvin’s car. 

It happened seemingly out of nowhere. One minute, you were sitting peacefully in the passenger’s seat. Your mind wanders absently as you hum along to the faint radio emitting from Gyuvin’s crummy speakers. Your windows rolled down halfway; just enough for the wind to graze against your face, to refresh your skin.

The next minute? Kim Gyuvin gasps at a sight on the road. With the way his eyes spilled out of their sockets, his jaw grazing his lap, and his finger jutting out before him, you would think there was a bear on the road, or something. Gyuvin begins to literally howl at the sight, his figure bouncing in his seat like a kid with candy. You finally look over to what the puppy boy was currently losing his mind over. 

It was an ice cream stand. On the side of the road. It wasn’t candy, but it was close enough. You rolled your eyes. 

“Wanna get ice cream?” Gyuvin’s puppy eyes glimmered with whimsy and wonder; you were at a loss for words. You picked at your lips, eyes avoiding his. “I dunno. I gotta be home soon—”

“But these ice cream stands always change locations—and their stuff’s the best!” You felt the car slowly move to the side of the road before coming to a slow halt. There was no point in arguing now. Gyuvin shifted the car in park. “We’ll be quick, I promise!”

You glanced up at Gyuvin’s eyes once more. They bore into you, glistening in a way that made your heart melt. Damnit. 

“Alright, fine.”

“YAYYY THANK YOUUU!” Gyuvin yelped at the top of his lungs as he sprung out of the car. He didn’t forget to dash to your side of the car, opening your door for you before practically skipping his way to the ice cream stand. 

You sat on the roof of his car’s trunk, your knees tucked up against your chest as your arms hugged them close. Your fingers loosely latch onto your cone of chocolate ice cream, the frosty exterior stopping you from holding onto the cone with a firm grip. Gyuvin sat beside you, leaning back with his legs sprawled over the trunk’s surface. He brought his mango-flavoured cone up to his lips, about to take his first bite before latching his attention onto you. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”

You gazed up at him. “Yeah, yeah. I will.”

It was peculiar; the way you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He didn’t look different in a physical sense; same hazelnut hair, same basketball team jacket hugging his frame, same broad shoulders and tall physique. Yet, something was off. 

Kim Gyuvin was supposed to be the campus pretty boy. This elusive celebrity of the high school hallway. Completely untouchable to the masses. This Kim Gyuvin, however, was nothing of the sort. He was bubbly and bright. He was clumsy and jumpy. His energy worked overtime, it almost amazed you. He didn’t seem unattainable at all.

It was almost cute. 

You choke. What were you thinking? Kim Gyuvin wasn’t cute. Were you crazy?

“y/n!” The touch of a finger poking against your cheek pushed you back to reality. Your eyes once again met Gyuvin’s, now with a mad expression lining his face. “Hurry up and eat—I was waiting for you!”

You finally lick your ice cream cone, stupefied by the creamy consistency and perfectly sweet flavour. The treat melted in your mouth; it was addicting. You couldn’t stop eating it. In your peripheral vision you watched as Gyuvin watched you, a proud grin lining his face. “So? What do you think?”

“...Yummy,” You mutter in between bites. Gyuvin only chuckles. You watch as his puppy eyes fold into crescent moons and your heart melts faster than the ice cream in your hands. With his free hand, Gyuvin pokes out his index finger before lightly tapping the tip of your nose. 

“You’re so cute, y/n.”

Your heart performed backflips at his words. Maybe you were starting to prefer this bubbly Kim Gyuvin. 

Sweat beaded off your forehead. Nervousness drilled through your skin. 

The reason? Kim Gyuvin, who was currently standing outside of your classroom door. 

You knew that today was your first “official” day of the scheme. Hell, you planned the whole scheme out last night on call. Nevertheless, fear shot down your spine. You’ve seen Gyuvin’s fangirls first hand—you knew they wouldn’t handle this new relationship lightly. You weren’t sure if you’d make it out of today alive.  

Worst of all? It seems Gyuvin was actually enjoying this. 

Gyuvin’s shoulder leaned against the door frame as students funnelled through the narrow exit. Girls glance up in shock, whispering to their friends at the sight of the infamous Kim Gyuvin waiting for someone at the door. Waiting for someone that wasn’t them. 

Gyuvin’s eyes finally meet yours, a mischievous grin stretching across his face as waved at you. You glare back at him, looking around for a clear path before stomping over to him. 

“What are you doing here?” You seethed through your teeth, jutting a finger at his chest. 

Gyuvin only grinned. “I came to visit you before practice, baby!” 

The nickname summoned glares from all around you. You were done for. Your voice got quieter. “Didn’t we agree on meeting in the car? So I don’t, you know, die?” 

“That would take too long,” Gyuvin waved his hand. “I just wanted to see you.” 

Your cheeks flare up at his words. You frantically sweep your hands, gesturing to him to leave. “Well, you see me now, right? So shoo! Before more people kill me with their eyes.” 

“Alright, alright,” Gyuvin dragged on his words before his fingers laced in between yours. You jolt, most definitely not ready for the stupid stunt he was about to pull. 

Suddenly, Gyuvin gently cupped your hand in his, his thumb softly swiping against your skin as he lifted your hand up to his lips. Air stops right before it reaches your windpipe; you couldn’t breathe. Your heartbeat surged with energy as your eyes widened. He looks back at you one last time before grazing his lips against the heated, flushed surface of your skin. What was Kim Gyuvin thinking?

“Wish me luck at practice, love!”

You choked. Red paint smeared on your back, drawing out the image of a target. The stares of every girl in your homeroom burned through your skin. You glanced up at Gyuvin, a mischievous grin now sweeping across his face. A grin that calms you down in seconds. Odd, considering it's the same grin which sent your heart through turbulence just minutes before.

Maybe Kim Gyuvin is an idiot. 

Maybe he took it a little too far with that stunt he pulled. 

He couldn’t help it, though. He saw it in a movie once, and always wanted to try it out. Besides, your reaction was priceless. The way your eyes shoot out of their sockets, your jaw hanging to the floor. 

The way your cheeks flared up in minutes, like a milk bun in a toaster preheated way too high. The way you nibbled on your knuckle from your stress. The way your eyes glistened beneath the school’s building lights as you shot him a deathly glare. He could have sworn you carried a galaxy within them. 

Gyuvin couldn’t ignore how small your hand was compared to his, either. 

Soon enough, Gyuvin’s heart was pounding through his chest. Images of you clouded his vision. 

Gosh, you’re adorable. 

Gyuvin practically skipped on his way to practise.

Your stomps of fury echoed throughout the hallway leading up to your school's gym. The impact earned concerned stares from the students passing by, but you didn’t pay them any mind. You were laser-focused on one thing; getting answers from Kim Gyuvin. That cheeky asshole. 

What kind of stunt was that? Kissing your hand in front of the sea of fangirls at his disposal? Did he want you to die? With the way your heart was racing, you felt as though you were going to die anyway. You just chalked it up to your rage.

It couldn’t explain the way your cheeks ignited in flames, though.

Your frame burst through the gymnasium doors, the boom bouncing off every surface of the barren room. The facility was practically empty, save for a few students dressed clad in their gym strips and packing their bags to go home for the day. You counted maybe a handful of them standing around, gazing at you like a deer in headlights, but it didn’t matter. You were here for one person, and one person only. 

“Gyuvin!” Your voice leaped out of your chest without thinking. You gulp, watching as Gyuvin’s teammates slowly turn towards you, Gawking at you like some foreign creature of the wild. Gyuvin catches your figure in his gaze shortly after, a small smile hooking onto the corner of his lips. “y/n?”

“I need to talk to you.” Your voice softened this time around. A faux smile lined your lips as you made your way towards him.

“You miss me already?” Gyuvin innocently asked, a not-so-innocent grin smacked across his face. You only rolled his eyes. “Oh shush! What the hell was that stunt you pulled just—”

“Wait! These guys don’t know yet!”Gyuvin suddenly nudged your shoulder gently, interrupting you. Pressing a finger to his lips, he tilted his head towards his friends, his voice hushed. “They think we’re really dating!”

“So?” You crossed your arms, your voice meeting his.

“So, we gotta act like a couple!” Gyuvin’s hand gently traced the outside of your arm, slowly falling until he reached your fingertips. He clung onto your fingers loosely, the act making your heart race. “Remember the deal?”

Suddenly, a cog in your brain switched. All eyes were on you, each student curious what would happen next. All attention; laser focused on you. You weren’t looking for an answer, anymore. You wanted to make Kim Gyuvin pay for what he did; for drowning you in a sea of embarrassment. You wanted revenge. 

He wanted an act? Oh, you were gonna give him one, alright.

“I mean—Of course I missed you, baby!” Your voice sang sweet like honey. As you raise yourself onto your tippy-toes, your face inches closer to him. You watch as Gyuvin’s eyes spill from their sockets and his face plumps pink. He’s stunned to his core; you’ve turned him to stone. Your free hand cups the side of his face. A smirk lined your lips as they graze against Gyuvin’s cheek in a sweet kiss. 

Sweet, sweet revenge. 

You step away from the stunned puppy, clinging onto his fingers. You made sure not to miss the stunned faces of Gyuvin’s teammates, their jaws grazing the floor. And who could forget Gyuvin’s reaction? You certainly couldn’t, with the way his face drowned in red, his hands cupping over his mouth. You send him a flirty wink. “I’ll be in the car. Don’t keep me waiting!”

You skipped your way out of the gym, totally ignoring your racing heartbeat. It was just from the adrenaline, anyway. 

“What happened to Matthew, sweetie?” Your mom tilted her head to the side. 

You picked at your fingers, eyes darting between your socks and the coffee table just paces beside them. “He couldn’t make it tonight. Gyuvin offered to take me instead.”

Currently, you and Gyuvin are sitting on your living room couch, facing your parents. Barely facing, anyways; you have never been more nervous in your life than at this very moment. A gulp pushed through your chest. You weren’t fully sure why the campus pretty boy was currently in your home. You just wanted him to pick you up right before you had to leave for the concert that evening. Instead, he insisted on coming half an hour early to introduce himself to your parents. Was he crazy?

All of this felt so formal. Like it was a real date. It made your stomach swirl in on itself.

As his forehead proceeded to shed bullets, Gyuvin clumsily shot up from his seat, jutting a hand towards your dad. “My name is Kim Gyuvin, sir! I am y/n’s classmate and I happened to—uh—have tickets to the same concert as her—I have no ulterior motives with your daughter sir, we are just friends—” Gyuvin spat out in a rushed, single breath. Your body cringes as you watch from the sidelines. Your father hesitates, his brows furrowing as he takes the hand of the lost puppy. 

“Alright, then. Have her home by 11,” Your dad simply says. 

Gyuvin’s chest puffs up, determination swelling in his cheeks. “Yes, sir!”

You gaze up at him from your seat on the couch. The way his brunette head gleamed beneath your living room lights. You watched as his hands moved from fidgeting with his belt loops, to aggressively brushing through his hair, to clinging behind his back. You watched as his eyes burned with a passion you’ve never seen before. As if he was committed to making the best first impression to your parents. A weird feeling bubbled up your chest. 

You shot up from your seat and b-lined for the kitchen. “I’ll get everyone some water!” 

Escaping to the solitude of your kitchen, you swing open the cabinet door. You reach for the first cup you find before drowning it underneath the faucet water. The white noise of the water pressure flooded your mind. Your weird, weird mind. 

“Is that your new boyfriend?” The voice of your mother popped in your ears, nearly making you spit out your water. 

Boyfriend? Kim Gyuvin? Was your mother crazy?

You took another gulp of water. Your mother was only half wrong, you suppose. You were technically his fake girlfriend. But that wasn’t the same. Still, the thought made your heart race. 

“What? Mom—no!” You quickly brush the thought away. Or try to, anyway. “We’re just friends. It’s not like that.” 

You keep eye-contact with your socks as your mother’s voice peaks up again. “That’s too bad. I like him for you.”

You picked at your lips. Why was your heart beating so fast? “What do you mean?”

“The boy seems sweet. Not many guys your age are willing to drive someone around like that. He seemed so eager to meet us, too—that's rare. Plus, he's handsome!” Your mother sent you a soft smile. “Boys like that are hard to come across.”

Images of Gyuvin rush to your mind. Images you couldn’t swat away easily. With no final words, your mom slips out of the kitchen, leaving you to drown in your thoughts. 

It was odd, to say the least. 

Music was blasting in Gyuvin’s ears. It was blasting so hard, in fact, that Gyuvin could feel the bass ruminate in his chest. And when there wasn’t any music, the screams of fangirls filled in those gaps. Neon lights blared like sirens from the front of the stage; the brightness almost hurting his eyes. He was drowning in a sea of people; fans dedicated to the music of whatever band was playing before him. There were a multitude of distractions in front of him. 

Yet, Kim Gyuvin still had his eyes on you, standing beside him in the crowd.

The way your eyes sparkled the moment the band played your favourite song. The way you threw your arms in the air, dancing to the beat of the music and singing the lyrics with all your heart. The way your smile never failed to brighten up the dim concert hall. It was all Gyuvin could focus on. 

Gyuvin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as his heart beat beneath his chest, overpowering the pressure from the music around him. The heat creeping under his skin could have easily been chalked up to the crowd of people pushing up against his body, but Gyuvin had a feeling that wasn’t it. The culprit was you, taking over every thought he had in his mind. 

What if it wasn’t fake?

You and him. Park y/n and Kim Gyuvin. What if it was real?

Gyuvin’s stomach flipped in on itself. 

He couldn’t help but laugh as a stranger’s shoulder bumped into him, jolting him back to reality. There was no way you’d want to be with him. This was all just one big lie, anyway. Gyuvin was just reaching for the stars. 

Maybe front row tickets weren’t the smartest idea.

As expensive of a purchase as they were, many people were still able to afford them. As a result, you were swimming in a crowd of avid, committed fans—and you could barely float. Don’t be fooled, you loved this rare opportunity to see your favourite band perform live. Nevertheless, standing in this crowd was exhausting. 

Soon enough, the concert had entered its third and final set of the night. But rather than losing their energy, like what was expected to happen at the end of the night, the crowd gained energy. Slowly, the people around you surged with energy; jumping up and down, shoving left and right. Your shoulders roughly crashed against those of your neighbours, but nobody noticed. Everyone was too busy enjoying themselves. 

You, however, weren’t. With each strike against your frame, fear shocked through your body. You felt closed in, trapped. You held your limbs close to your chest, out of fear that you’d hurt yourself. You needed a way out. 

Suddenly, the face of a certain someone appeared in your mind. A certain someone that you couldn't quite find at the moment. 

Where was Gyuvin?

You whip your head around, eyes frantically scanning the blurry, messy crowd. No one resembled the tall puppy boy you grew so familiar with. Your eyes could practically dry out with how hard you worked on them, searching for Gyuvin in a heated frenzy, but he was nowhere to be found. You were enclosed by waves of strangers, not one face looked vaguely familiar to you. Your breaths began to quicken as fear shot down your spine. Your body froze on the spot—a deer in headlights. 

Without warning, the touch of a hand grazed against your wrist. You didn’t have time to react before the hand clung onto you, pulling your figure to your right. Soon later, you crashed onto the tense surface of someone’s chest, their body heat swiftly igniting your own. 

You glance up, your eyes meeting those puppy eyes you know and love. 

Kim Gyuvin looked down at your figure, his gaze overflowing with worry and fear. Your heart finally begins to calm down, your mind finally clearing. You watch as his free hand reaches up to touch you, but it hesitates at the last second. The hand that clung onto yours, however, never dared to let go. 

“Stay close, okay? I don’t wanna lose you.”

You gulped, butterflies fluttering at the pit of your stomach. Only now did you fully register how close you two were. You were snug against his chest, faces just centimetres apart. You gazed up at his figure; the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down, the way his once brunette hair blazed a cool indigo underneath the blaring stage lights. The way that his eyes collected stars as they hung onto you—only you. His breath wisps onto your skin, his shoulders effortlessly caging your frame in his. Your skin suddenly felt hot, flushed. 

There was something different about Gyuvin, tonight. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

You didn’t know what came over you, or what monster had possessed you just now, but you found yourself resting your head on Gyuvin’s chest for the rest of the concert. It felt safe there; a part of you never wanted to leave. 

“Thank you,” your voice didn’t reach past a whisper.

10:48pm. The sun retired beneath the sky. Stars peeked through the ebony fabric. The small glimmers of light you did see were in the form of streetlamps, quickly passing you as Gyuvin drove you home. 

It was night-time. It was dangerously close to your curfew. Yet you didn’t want to leave. 

Gyuvin’s car came to a soft halt as he drove into your driveway. He brought you home right before the hour of your curfew hits, like the gentleman he was. It made your stomach flip in on itself; made your head spiral in directions you didn’t deem possible before. What was Kim Gyuvin doing to you?

The air was tense, quiet. Neither of you spoke as you exited the car, the light outside your house cascading over your figures like liquid gold. You watched as Gyuvin’s eyes grazed through the gravel of your driveway; the leaves of your front yard hedge—but never on you. Though you did the same, it still made your heart sink a little. Was this really the end of the night?

“Hey,” Your voice peaked beneath the silence. “Thanks—for tonight.”

Finally, his eyes land on you. His hand reached up to cling on the nape of his neck. “I mean, you made me come here.”

“Hey! You started this, you know.” You roll your eyes to the stars above, crossing your arms and leaning back on the side of Gyuvin’s car.

Gyuvin’s eyes stayed on you as his figure inched closer. He shoved his hands in his pockets, the cool air condensing his breath into puffs of air every exhale he takes.  You felt your heart race beneath your chest again, forgetting to breathe, yourself, as Gyuvin rests a hip beside you. His eyes folded up into crescent moons. 

“And I don’t regret a thing.” His voice was soft, fragile. It made your heart leap.

It was as if the space around had faded away, leaving only you and Kim Gyuvin in its wake. This world was yours and yours alone. You felt your body shifting closer and closer to Gyuvin’s frame. Your figure slowly encases itself in his warmth; his body heat. Your eyes darted back and forth between your shoes and Gyuvin’s eyes. Butterflies bombarded your stomach. 

You thought back to your mother’s words from earlier that night. 

What if everything was real? What if you had something more?

Adrenaline shot through your chest. It was an absurd thought. But, you clearly weren’t thinking straight.

Your eyes latch onto Gyuvin’s lips. Your hands fiddled with the hem of your jacket. You took note of Gyuvin’s arm, reaching out to you before hesitating, eventually leaning on the roof of his car. His eyes lured yours in, holding them hostage as your hands developed a mind of their own; resting atop of Gyuvin’s shoulders. With your heart springing from your chest, your bodies move closer. Gyuvin’s palm slides up against your cheek as your eyes flutter shut. You felt the puffs of his warm breath graze against your skin. Sure, maybe you weren’t thinking straight. You haven’t been since the concert, but for once, you haven’t felt more sure about anything in your life. 

“y/n?”

The voice of your father jolts the two of you back to reality. You jump back, a wall of awkward space slicing through you. Your head darts over to your house’s front door, where you found your dad in his sleep robe and pyjama bottoms, leaning against the door frame. “What are you doing out here? It’s late. Get inside.”

You and Gyuvin simultaneously cleared your throats, your eyes dodging each other as you scramble to collect yourselves. You and Gyuvin said your hesitant goodbyes as you trekked into your home. 

Gosh, you’re so stupid.

Kim Gyuvin couldn’t move out of your driveway. His figure was frozen, immobile as he sat in the driver’s seat. His hands hung loosely around the stagnant steering wheel as his mind ran in circles. 

Kim Gyuvin is an idiot.

He was rash and reckless; a complete fool. He should’ve known better than to try and kiss you. He knew this relationship—this fake relationship, was nothing but a complex business venture. He knew that no real feelings were supposed to mix in this cauldron of lies. Things would turn messy if they did. You two had a simple deal; he would drive you around, while you drove away those crazy fangirls he had seemed to forget about. 

He also knew that none of that seemed to matter anymore. The more time he spent with you, the more he focused on you. You had his heart on lockdown; and he didn’t mind it one bit. 

He also knew that you could feel it, too. The way you leaned into him, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, pulling him in. The way you gazed up at him, your eyes glimmering golden from the streetlights above. Maybe it was too early to tell, but the excitement was already buzzing through his chest.

Maybe he had a chance. 

There was only one way he could find out. 

Sitting up straight, Gyuvin shifted his car in reverse before slowly backing out of your driveway. He opted to wait for another day, seeing how late it was in the evening. But that didn’t stop the adrenaline from coursing through his body. 

Kim Gyuvin is an idiot.

An idiot who has fallen for you.

“You almost WHAT?” Matthew’s voice jumped out of your phone like a fish out of water. You dug your head in your hands, a million different emotions rushing through your mind. You spun around in your desk chair, getting dizzy as you stared up at the ceiling. It didn’t matter though; your mind was already spinning. Spinning with thoughts of Kim Gyuvin. 

“We almost kissed.” You muttered, your head sinking onto the surface of your desk. “When he dropped me off yesterday. We just started talking outside his car. One thing led to another and—God, I wanna die.”

A series of incoherent mumbles erupted from Matthew’s line. “What stopped you? Why didn’t you just kiss him?”

“My dad caught us outside.” You groan, your fingers digging into your temples. “Besides, I was just being stupid. I shouldn’t have tried to kiss him.”

Matthew finally calmed down. You could hear him munching on a snack through the phone. “Why’s that?”

Wasn’t it obvious? You weren’t supposed to be with Kim Gyuvin. This relationship was supposed to be fake; a strict business plan. You had no real chance with Kim Gyuvin—he was the campus pretty boy, after all. You huff a sigh from your chest. 

“I can’t be with him. Everything we had—it’s all fake. A fake relationship so he could get away from those crazy fangirls, and I could stop taking the bus in the rain. We can’t just—”

“Do you like him?”

Matthew’s words cut through yours like a knife. You choke. Stubbornly, your mind ventures out to images of Gyuvin Images of Gyuvin’s puppy dog eyes—those very same eyes that would fold up into heart-wrenching crescent moons every time he smiled. You thought about his touchy tendencies and the ways he made your heart race. From booping your nose to kissing the back of your hand. You thought about how you first met; how he clung onto your hand for dear life. How you thought it was weird then, but now you didn’t seem to mind. No one seemed to make your heart flutter the same way Kim Gyuvin did. 

“Yeah.” You heard yourself answer without much thought. Heat creeped up to your cheeks.

“Then none of that matters!”

Your stomach flips in on itself. Matthew was right. You liked Kim Gyuvin; and you weren’t going to let anything get in your way. 

“I’ll call you back, Matthew.” You quickly swipe at your phone.

“GO GET YOUR MANS—” Matthew’s voice peaked through the mic before you hastily ended the call. 

You were more than disarrayed when it came to getting ready to leave the house. A haphazardly draped sweater hung over your figure. You didn’t bother to change out of your pyjama shorts as you slid on your house slippers. You weren’t fully sure if they were matching, either; you didn’t have the time to care. With your stare blazing with determination, you only cared about one thing; making your way to Kim Gyuvin. 

With more strength than you anticipated you swing your front door open, immediately greeting the harsh welcome of the afternoon sunlight and crisp breeze. After wincing at the light, you look up.

You choke. 

It wasn’t just the weather that greeted you with an extra shock factor this afternoon. With a rose in one hand, and his other hand balled up into a fist in the air—you assumed he was about to knock on your door—a figure stood before you. His puppy dog eyes stared back at you with determination as your heart performed backflips beneath your chest. 

Kim Gyuvin was already there; at your front door, waiting for you. 

“Gyuvin?!” You jolt, stepping out of the house and sealing the front door behind you shut. Kim Gyuvin towered over you, his tall frame shielding you from the blaring afternoon sun. But the warmth on your face stayed, all the same. You gulp, immediately aware of your less than tasteful current appearance. You swipe at your hair, taming any potential fly aways before fiddling with the handle of your zipper. You winced in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”

Gyuvin nervously scans his surroundings before looking down at the rose in his hand. He pushes it forward; towards you. 

“I, um—I thought of you.”

Your heart simultaneously surged with energy and melted into a puddle; were you having a heart attack? Your fingers grazed the rose, your chest buzzing with a feeling you couldn’t explain. You part your lips to say something, but it seems Gyuvin wasn’t finished. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, actually. Ever since I met you and randomly held your hand, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You gulp. “Gyuvin—”

The puppy boy gazed down at his shoes, the shell of his ear turning pink. “Maybe this is selfish, but I don’t like having to use some weird, intricate plan to spend time with you. I wanna drive you around, but not just because it’s a rule we discussed on a piece of paper. Everything in me is telling me that I need to be with you. Like—really be with you.”

“Gyuvin—” 

“I know you probably don’t wanna hear this. I just wanted to get it off my chest. I  guess I should’ve planned this out more, sorry about that—”

“Gyuvin!” You watched as the puppy boy jumped, his eyes collecting stars in broad daylight; it amazed you. 

Gosh, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

It all happened in mere seconds. Your heart danced beneath your chest as it heaved with energy. You were a balloon seconds before popping. Your limbs gained rebellious minds of their own, your legs inching closer to Gyuvin’s frame as your arms reached out to cling onto his jacket. Gyuvin only gazes back at you, his figure not daring to step away from you as he lets you pull him closer. A thread of space hung in the balance of your faces. With your mind splitting in different directions, and your heart finally leading your body, you squeeze your eyes shut; 

Capturing your lips in his. 

Candy. Kim Gyuvin tasted like candy as your lips melted into his. Slowly but surely, your figures began to move. Gyuvin’s touch was soft, fragile. His arm gently snakes around the small of your waist as the other supports your head by the palm. Your hands slip on either side of Gyuvin’s face, pulling him closer. He was snug against your frame—so close that he could feel the butterflies erupting from the pit of your swirling stomach. So close that he could touch the heart that was beating rapidly. Rapidly for him. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t dare to let him go. 

Your lips hesitantly pluck apart, both of you torn between reaching out for another kiss and taking a much needed deep breath. Your chest heaves as you glance up at him, your face drenched in flustered heat. Kim Gyuvin wasn’t any better, with his face smeared in red blush. It was gut-wrenchingly adorable. You gulp, still breathless. 

“I wanna be with you, too.”

Gyuvin only gapes at you, completely stunned as you continue. “From the moment I met you, you never failed to amaze me. Everything with you has been so spontaneous and fun—it’s all so new to me. But I don’t hate it. I wanna experience more with you, Gyuvin. I wanna be with you—for real, this time.”

The silence, accompanied by the squawks of the birds in the sky, drops you into reality as your skin runs hot from embarrassment. Gyuvin only gulps, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly. His eyes gaze into yours, practically forming into hearts as he pulls you close. 

“God—I like you so much, y/n” Gyuvin’s chest buzzed with excitement as he peppered small kisses all over your face. Your heated, flushed face. You reach up to play with his brunette hair, a smile staining your cheeks. 

“I like you more, dummy.”

Kim Gyuvin leaned against the doorframe of your classroom. 

You skipped your way over to your boyfriend as the clamour of students packed up their belongings for the day. Eyes of every girl in your class darted towards you and Kim Gyuvin. It was the school’s latest hot topic; the campus pretty boy and the stingy class president—a match made in heaven.

It was as if your bodies were made for one another; the way you folded into each other’s arms with immense ease. Gyuvin’s arm snaked around your waist as you clung onto the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. 

“You got practice?” You ask after pulling away. 

“Yeah.” Gyuvin huffed. “Just wanted to see you!”

“You’ll be late, Gyuvin.” You cross your arms, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re not just trying to stall and eventually skip, are you?”

Gyuvin only dragged on a long, indecisive hum before you sent a fist to his shoulder. “Go to practice!”

“Okay, fine!” Gyuvin bends down and places a quick peck on your cheek. Even as your boyfriend, Gyuvin never failed to make your heart flutter. “I’ll see you later, baby!”

As you retired back to your desk to retrieve your things, you felt the stares of various fangirls burning through you. But they didn’t matter. Unfortunately for them; you had Kim Gyuvin’s heart on lockdown, and you wouldn’t have it any other way!

[nanasdream]

Your laugh was contagious, your smile was healing and your oh-so-sweet voice was music to his ears. He could get drunk on your laugh if he could. He didn't need alcohol to be intoxicated, your scent was intoxicating enough for him. Your beauty put the Mona Lisa to shame, in Ricky's eyes no one could ever live up to your beauty. You were his muse, the air he needed to live, the water he needed to survive, but to you, he was just a friend. A friend who could be very easily replaced, and he hated that.

He hated how your laugh got louder, your smile much sweeter and your voice more beautiful when Gyuvin was there, he hated how you would lean onto him when he told a joke, hated how you hit his arm when you laughed and how you would look into Gyuvin's eyes as if you could get lost in them. No matter what he did, Ricky would always be a friend.

No matter how much Ricky loved you he was oblivious, oblivious to the love you had for him. No matter how funny Gyuvin was, no matter how caring and considerate he was, he could never be Ricky and you hated that. You knew letting him go so he could fall for someone whose worthy of him would be like stabbing yourself in the heart, but for his sake, you were more than willing to do that.

If only Ricky's sister hadn't put your letter in the recycling bin, then maybe something could have happened. Maybe Ricky would be able to shake all the doubts out of you and give you the love you deserved and desired. If only.

A/N: help, idk what this is, please send requests for zb1, I'm bored.

[fryuteih]

Boyfriend Material

Kim Gyuvin x Reader

High School AU(I'm not creative) where Gyuvin tries to convince the reader to date him. Unfortunately for him, reader is more than cautious of his playful personality.

Note: Probably not very grammatically well. I think this story is too long.

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Does your heart beat for him? Gyuvin would often wander around this question.

Many seconds have been spent trying to talk to you. Many minutes have been spent staring at you. Many hours have been spent thinking about you. Many days have been spent longing for you.

It wasn't as if Gyuvin didn't do anything about his more than average adoration for you. He did. He did almost everything that he could. Almost everything for you to reciprocate what he felt, or atleast for you to just look at him properly.

"Keep sulking over there and you'll end up becoming a skeleton." Gunwook hopelessly jokes to his hopeless friend Gyuvin who had been silently staring at an action figure for the past few minutes.

Junhyeon and Gunwook were sitting on the latter's bed. Gunwook had invited his two friends to his house to hang out. Gyuvin sitting on the floor and staring at a figure with joy drained out of his friend's face was not what he had planned to be "hanging out".

In response, Gyuvin only sighs. The boy seemingly was not comforted by his friend's words, his dilemma was too big to be joked about.

"Keep sighing over there and [name] will eventually smell your bad breath from where they're at." Junhyeon laughs

Junhyeon's joke however, unlike Gunwook's, had elicited a non-lifeless response from Gyuvin. The boy's eyes widened, quickly bringing his hand up to his mouth and puffing out air through said mouth to smell his breath.

"Is that why they don't like talking to me?" Gyuvin panics, "Is my breath that bad?"

"Well sure, [name] looks at you in disgust, but I'm sure that your breath isn't the only reason." Junhyeon snickers

Gunwook smacks Junhyeon's back, which elicits a painful wince from the boy, "Sure that you need to brush your teeth after eating fish, but your breath isn't that bad." Gunwook tries to reassure Gyuvin

"But it is bad?" Gyuvin whines, dragging his hands over his eyes, "Stupid, stupid Gyuvin! Always with stinky breath, no wonder they dont like you, they're never gonna like you!" The boy crazily rants about and to himself.

"Didn't know you were into degradation." Junhyeon's amusement was met with Gunwook loudly smacking him on the back,

"OW!" Junhyeon clutches his knees

"You know what, man? You're breath doesn't smell bad. We were just joking with ya." Gunwook tries to once again, reassure his friend, who was banging his head against the wall.

"That doesn't make sense. Then why don't they like me?" Gyuvin had transferred his antics from banging his head on the wall to trying to pull out his brown hair with both of his hands, after having had set the action figure he was holding down beside him, "I tried everything! Bad breath has to be it!"

"You know maybe [name]'s just into more mature guys." Junhyeon says nonchalantly to the boy while laying down on Gunwook's bed.

"What?" Gyuvin now sets his hands on the floor. His hands were now supporting his body that was leaning towards the direction of Junhyeon, expectantly waiting for an explanation.

Before Gunwook could yet again land a slap on Junhyeon, the latter signs to the former to stop, "You aren't really what someone would flex to be their boyfriend. Sure, you're handsome, but I think [name] isn't that shallow."

"You're actually on to something." Gunwook squints suspiciously at Junhyeon.

"So? So?" Gyuvin asks desperately, he uses his knees to walk over to the two boys. The boy stops "walking" once he had reached a close distance and starts patting non-stop on both of his friends' thighs, demanding for a response.

Junhyeon stops Gyuvin's hand with his own, and, without raising his head up to look at him, says, "You're a kid bro."

Gunwook follows in suit of Junhyeon, lightly holding Gyuvin's hand on his thigh, but unlike Junhyeon, looks Gyuvin straight at the eyes, "What he means to say bro, is that you don't act mature enough for a relationship. You always sleep in class, spend your free time playing around, making a mess when eating, making fuss whenever you're in a crowd, and when it comes to [name]...."

Gunwook looks away, halting his statement, seemingly not able to tell his friend what comes next.

"You scream their name whenever you see them, when there's a ton of people around. You're always following them around, talking their ear off. You scare away anybody you see them with. You're always teasing them, hiding their things and laughing when you find a booger in their nose. The list just goes on." Junhyeon completes Gunwook's statement.

Gyuvin looks shocked, "I was just trying to point out the booger, I didn't want them to be embarrassed if other people pointed it out."

"Dude, it's embarrassing when you point it out, especially when you're laughing and when other people can hear you." Gunwook takes his hands off of Gyuvin's to facepalm, "Gyuvin, maybe you can tone down your antics a little bit. Be a little more mature."

"Leave [name] alone, I think this is getting out of hand." Junhyeon grumbles softly to which only Gunwook heard and in response, had nodded his head slowly.

A few seconds pass in silence.

Gyuvin then stands up and puts a fist to his chest, "[name], I'll be the boyfriend you want!"

"First step, stop shouting all the time." Junhyeon sits up and places his hands on either side of his ears with a displeased expression.

"This talk was supposed to stop you from annoying [name], not annoy them even more." Junhyeon grumbles. Unfortunately, Gyuvin seemed to be off in his own world and hadn't heard Junhyeon.

"Where did this even come from?" Gunwook mumbles to himself.

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"Let me help you with that." Gyuvin awkwardly smiles at you, hands outstretched to the pile of books you were taking out of your locker.

"No." You reply sternly, not looking at the boy beside you as you struggle to close your locker while carrying your books.

"No, I insist." Gyuvin makes a small fuss with your hands, trying to take your books by force.

The both of you tussle for a bit. None of you, however, had turned out to be victorious as your books fell to the ground, accumulating stares from passersby.

Gyuvin immediately crouches down to collect your fallen books. Before you could do anything, Gyuvin had already stood up with your books in a tight embrace to his chest, "Lead the way, [name]."

"Gyuvin, give me back my books." You exasperatingly sigh and ignore what Gyuvin had said to you, locking your locker closed.

"No, a gorgeous person like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things. You know what? Let me carry your bag." Gyuvin outstretches his one hand, pulling on your backpack strap that was hanging on your left shoulder, in an attempt to carry it for you.

You grip the boy's wrist near your shoulder, "I'm very not in the mood to chase you around the whole school for my things. So, give it up."

Gyuvin scrunches his eyebrows together, "What? I was just going to walk you to class. Come on now, don't you trust me."

"I don't."

Gyuvin pouts, "Please? Please? Please? Please?"

"Fine! Stop whining. If you run off with my things or hold this against me in the future, I'm going to literally never talk to you." You relent to the boy as his whines had started wringing in your ears.

You slap the boy's hand away from you and your backpack. You then try to walk away to your classroom, but you were halted in your tracks. You turn your head to see that Gyuvin had grabbed the handle loop of your backpack.

"What's your problem?" You angrily ask the boy.

"Give me your bag?" Gyuvin confusedly questions you, tugging on the handle loop.

You grab the boy's arm that was on your bag and fling it towards his body, "Be lucky that I am letting you carry my books. I want to go now, so, don't make this difficult." You say your piece as if talking to a child who had done something wrong.

"Exactly, you're already letting me carry your books, so, just let me carry your bag." Gyuvin says like it was common knowledge.

"If I'm going to give you my bag and then you run off, I'm going to be left with nothing. Now, let's go before I take my books away from you." You storm off, Gyuvin quickly trailing behind to catch up to you.

Due to the fact that you were walking so fast and that Gyuvin had been trying to walk beside you, he wasn't able to be aware of his environment. In simple words, the boy had tripped face-first onto a pillar because of that.

"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, stopping in your tracks to barely touch the boy's cheek with your palm to see if he had broken anything on his face.

Despite almost breaking his nose, Gyuvin didn't let your books fall, firmly hugging the said books.

"Yeah, I'm just glad I didn't land on my butt."

"Are you sure? I can ask for an ice-pack from the nurse."

"Nah, I'm a strong man! This was nothing!" Gyuvin holds his chin high.

You roll your eyes, retracting your hand and turning away to continue walking off to your classroom. This time, your pace was slower.

As you had turned away, Gyuvin turned a very dark shade of crimson. The boy gulps and takes his long legs to walk beside you.

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Gyuvin had dropped you off and was now sitting in his classroom that differed from yours. The boy sets his head atop of his table, his right cheek meeting the cold desk. He adjusts his eyes to look at the window infront of him and thinks about his earlier encounter with you.

Never talk to him again? Were you really going to be that extreme? He could barely stay sane without hearing your voice for a few seconds, how could he endure a period of "never"?

He remembers how you had flung his arm away. Sure, it hurt when his arm hit the hard books he was carrying, but the rejection hurt more. Knowing that his advances towards you were always shut down, made his heart rip little by little, because it meant that you didn't want him, that you didn't need him.

"Good Morning, class."

Gyuvin quickly stands up alongside his classmates to greet the old professor.

"You all may take a seat. Now, turn to page 144 in your textbook."

Unlike the past, Gyuvin had brought his textbook this time. Furthermore, he actually opened his book, to the correct page, nonetheless. It was unusual, so unusual that his seatmates and even those infront of him had turned to look at him. Not only did Gyuvin open a book, a book that was for academic purposes, he had also opened a notebook where he was taking down notes.

For the whole hour or so lesson, Gyuvin was attentive up until the bell rang, signifying the end of the class.

"Keep up the good work Kim Gyuvin." The old professor smiles at the boy in amusement.

"Sir, yes Sir!" Gyuvin responds in much determination, one wouldn't have guessed that the boy was a slacker in class.

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It was a hot afternoon, Gyuvin and Gunwook had just finished after-school soccer practice that day and were now in the changing rooms. Their friend, Junhyeon, was already waiting for them outside the changing rooms and had invited himself in, once the two boys had entered.

"What's going on with you today? You're being a little less loud than usual." Gunwook says jokingly, wiping sweat off of his own forehead with a clean towel.

"I'm just toning it down, you know?" Gyuvin says whilst changing into the fresh clothes he took out from his bag.

"You didn't even sleep in morning classes today." Junhyeon pointed out, sitting on the bench in the changing room and on his phone.

"What can I say? I am Mr. Perfect." Gyuvin hums, shoving his dirty clothes into his bag.

"And just when I thought you actually changed. Well, Junhyeon did say that you started to doze off in math class. But I guess that was a fluke, huh?" Gunwook clacks his tounge

"Be more respectful of your elders, would ya?" Gyuvin playfully slaps the back of Gunwook's head.

"Hey, bros, could you hurry up a bit? I've been waiting for a hundred years now." Junhyeon complains

"Jeez, could you not? Me and Gyuvin have been tirelessly practicing for the next match, the coach had us stay behind even." Gunwook defends himself and Gyuvin, "You aren't even supposed to be inside the changing rooms."

"Ok, not my fault you guys are MVPs or something that need extra training. You guys promised to game with me after practice." Junhyeon whines, "And tell that Han Yujin kid to stop staring at me weirdly."

"I'd stare at you weirdly too if you were looming over the changing rooms. I'd think you were a pervert or something." Gyuvin defends his junior.

Junhyeon lets out a dramatic gasp, wiping away fake tears, "I am not a pervert! How dare you!" The boy then changes his mood quickly, smiling mischievously, "Gyuvin, bro, I actually forgot to tell you something."

"You already had my attention bro, what is it?"

"There's this girl in our class that's got a crush on you. I think you'd like her." Junhyeon giggles

"Name reveal! Name reveal!" Gunwook claps his hands together repeatedly.

"I really could care less." Gyuvin sighs, rubbing his face.

"Is this because of [name]?" Gunwook asks, seemingly disappointed.

"Why do you even like them?" Junhyeon chastised

"What do you mean?" Gyuvin aggressively asks, slamming his locker door shut.

The other two boys wince, they were taken aback by Gyuvin's sudden change of behavior.

"I don't mean that [name] isn't a catch or anything. They're great actually." Junhyeon quickly defends himself, shaking his hands infront of his chest, "I just meant like why do you like them specifically?"

"I, uh, I uhm." Gyuvin struggles to find an answer.

"I think it's time you move on, bro. Go and date someone else you're actually interested in. For example, maybe you'll actually like the girl Junhyeon talked about." Gunwook says seriously

"Where is this even coming from? I really like [name], I always have liked [name]." Gyuvin asks in disbelief, laughing along the way.

"Then why do you like [name]?" Junhyeon repeats his question.

"I like- cuz you know, uhm. Ah, because I uh." Gyuvin struggles yet again to find an answer. Shouldn't his two closest friends know why?

"You're always like that whenever someone asks why you like [name]. It's really time that you stop messing with them." Gunwook points out.

"I'm not messing with them." Gyuvin whispers

Taking a deep breath of the fresh late afternoon air, he had reached the school's exit and then finds a bench to sit on outside of the school building.

Did his two closest friends really think that he was messing with you? Gyuvin silently walks away, making sure that the changing room door closed silently. The boy becomes deaf to his two friends calling out his name.

He makes a bee-line for the school's exit.

Why did he like you? Was a question frequently asked, by your friends, his friends, his team-mates, his siblings, and even his mother. It was a simple question, but Gyuvin couldn't really pin-point an answer. This has caused for a lot of people to assume that his feelings for you were for laughs, that they weren't real. Maybe it wasn't real. Maybe it wasn't genuine. But why did Gyuvin want you so badly?

Gyuvin didn't really think much. He never sat down to collect his thoughts or reflect on his feelings. So, now he will. Why was it you that he wanted when there were other people who wanted him, like that girl from his class? Well, he was stubborn and often pursued anything he happened to set his mind on, so, maybe that was the reason. Gyuvin didn't want to "mess" with you in that extent. So, he focused on thinking, something others wouldn't have imagined him doing, all to answer the infamous question, "Why does Gyuvin like [name]?".

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Walking down the busy halls of the school with no particular destination in mind, Gyuvin was chatting away with his good friend, Gunwook. It was the first day of school and Gyuvin was curious about which teachers Gunwook had, in the event that he had that teacher before.

"Math with Ms. Lee, and then Science with Mr. Cruz." Gunwook tells his older friend of his teachers in each class.

"Good luck with Mr. Cruz, he's a total nightmare." Gyuvin laughs at his friend.

"Was he really a nightmare or were you just being a slacker in class?"

"Hey now, you don't hear me complaining about the other teachers." The brunette boy sighs, "Besides, who tells a poor young boy to sit on air for 15 minutes? Sounds like child abuse to me."

Gyuvin wasn't really paying attention to his environment. Suffice to say, due to his inability to be aware and his extreme clumsiness, he trips and hits a concrete pillar face-first. The impact of which he hit himself wasn't what you called a breeze, rather, it was the opposite. So much so that he fell down on his back, the back of his head included.

"Argh" Gyuvin rubs his nose, he was on the floor, and since he never bothered to close the duffel bag that he was carrying, its contents had spilled all over the floor.

"Are you okay?" You asked, kneeling down to the boy to see if he was alright. You didn't touch him to help him up immediately, as you thought that it'd be awkward and didn't want to intrude personal space.

Gyuvin tilts his head up to look at you whilst holding his nose in pain, he was in a daze and was slightly hallucinating, "Am I dead?" 'Cuz I think that you're an angel." The boy says with a nasal voice.

You shake your head, collecting Gyuvin's things on the floor so that they didn't block the way for other people passing by. You fold the clothes among the fallen contents of the brunette's bag, and place his things carefully back inside the duffel bag.

"You're really beautiful, I'm really beautiful, we should totally go out." Gyuvin sends you finger-guns, clicking his tounge alongside.

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" You ask seriously, worried that the boy may be out of it.

"If that means spending more time with you, then yes and yes and yes." Gyuvin drones

You finish placing Gyuvin's things in his bag with an action figure and offer a hand to him.

"You want to hold hands? Don't mind if I do."

You help Gyuvin up on his feet and sling his duffel bag over his arm. You then turn to Gunwook who had been hysterically laughing all this time, "This your friend?"

"Yes" Gunwook musters up a one-word response from laughing too hard.

"Heyyyy, don't talk to another man. I'm a jealous boy, you know." Gyuvin whines, not letting go of your hand.

You tussle with the brunette for a bit, taking your other hand to free your hand in and from his grip. The boy only takes his other large hand and tries to cage your free hand in his.

"I'll take him out of your hands." Gunwook had calmed down from his laughter and pulls Gyuvin away from you by the collar. This had made a leeway for you to take your hands away from him, and ultimately, leave.

"Thanks, have a good one. Take him to the nurse if he keeps this behavior up." You bow your head slightly and run away from the pair.

"Talk about being embarrassing, man." Gunwook shakes his head, slapping the other party's back.

"Who was that?" Gyuvin asks in a daze

"I don't know, I think they're in your year."

"Well, Gunwook, my man." The brunette slings his arm around the other boy's shoulders.

"What?"

"Get your suit and tie because your going to be the best man."

"Don't even think about it. The least that you can do is thank them, not play around with them."

"Exactly, I'll thank them by being their own one of a kind boyfriend." Gyuvin puts his fist to his chest.

"Where did this even come from? You're absolutely delusional."

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"You know, I'd be a great boyfriend."

"Oh!" You let out a yelp and turn to look at Gyuvin who had set his hand on the table you and your friends were occupying, "Oh, its you."

"Yeah, it's me, your future boyfriend." Gyuvin scoots your friend, Taerae who was beside you, aside and invites himself over to sit in between the both of you, "This must be fate."

It wasn't fate. In all actuality, Gyuvin had been ditching his friends during lunch to scour the entire cafeteria to find you. He had been doing this for the past 4 days, shoving his lunch down his throat in the last 5 minutes of lunch period, when he couldn't find you.

"I don't even know you." You dejectedly say, trying not to look at the boy who was trying to put his face infront of you.

Gyuvin fakes a hurt look. Your friend infront of you, Jeonghyeon, scoffs, "He's in the same basketball team as me, his name's-"

"Up, up, up, up, let me introduce myself Jeonghyeon." Gyuvin drops his act and clears his throat, "Since I am your future boyfriend, I will let this slide. But don't do this again!"

"Ok?" You shoot a glance at Taerae, asking for help silently, but he was too busy trying to hide his laughter.

"My name, your future boyfriend's name, is Gyuvin. But you can call me any sweet nickname you'd like." Gyuvin winks at you and rests his lower arm on the table.

"Well okay, Gyuvin, have you eaten yet?"

"Why, I haven't yet. You're so thoughtful, uh..."

Jeonghyeon covers his mouth to laugh, "You don't know their name?"

"Shush, Jeonghyeon!" Gyuvin shouts, showing the other boy his index finger, gesturing him to stay quiet, "What's your name, lovely?"

"Well, you should go back to your table and eat, it isn't good to starve." You look over to Jeonghyeon, asking for help with your eyes, but he too, was too busy trying to hide his laughter.

"You're so sweet, darling. Please tell me your name, though." Gyuvin places his hand on your shoulder.

"It's [name], now why don't you go eat, Gyuvin. If you want, you can take my lunch." You offer to Gyuvin, trying to make him go away.

"Gyuvin and [name], that's nice." Gyuvin wanders for a bit, he stares at you a bit too long and a bit too hard. He then notices something in your nose, "Oh, by the way, you have a booger in your nose."

That seemed to have done it, as all of your friends started to unleash their loud laughter. Even people nearby started to chuckle.

Gyuvin laughs it off, "Here, let me take it off for you." He takes his hand off your shoulder towards your nose but you push his hand away and cover your nose with your right hand.

The brunette was hurt by your rejection. He thought that he didn't do anything wrong. You had stood up and used your left hand to push your tray of food towards Gyuvin, "Here, eat. I'll be going now."

Gyuvin was going to say something else, but you were already running off to the exit.

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"Bruno Mars is better." Taerae argues with you.

You and Taerae were in the same class and subsequently, were talking in the classroom you both shared before classes started.

"Whatever you say. Arguing with you is tiring, you're so stubborn."

"I am an ENTJ after all, it's in my nature."

"Stop blaming your MBTI for your horrible attitude."

"Good Morning [name]!" Gyuvin's voice booms inside your classroom, interrupting the conversation you were having with Taerae.

"How did he find my class?" You ask in disbelief.

"I may or may not have said anything about your whereabouts to Junhyeon." Taerae giggles

"He's friends with Gyuvin?" You ask, terrified that you have a mutual friend with Gyuvin.

"I mean Jeonghyeon is too, but-"

"What're we talking about today?" Gyuvin interrupts once again, pushing Taerae's chair away from yours with his leg to make room for his own chair that he had dragged away from an unoccupied desk.

"Oh, hello there Gyuvin." You awkwardly greet the boy who had now sat down beside you.

Gyuvin snakes his arm around your shoulders, "Hi [name]."

"What brings you here?" You try to back away from the boy but his arm stuck you down to your place.

"You, ofcourse. The day was so beautiful today that I just had to come see you."

"Really? I didn't know that you came this early to school." You grumble loudly enough for the boy next to you to hear.

"I told you already, the day was so beautiful today that I just had to see you, sweetie." Gyuvin baby-talks you.

"Well okay then.." You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say, "Sweetie.."

You cringe at yourself while Gyuvin was almost shaking in joy. However, Gyuvin's joy was mildly interrupted by Taerae's loud laughter.

"What're you laughing at?" Gyuvin snaps at Taerae

"Ah, I didn't mean to-"

"You know what? Can you leave? You laughing at [name], isn't needed."

"That wasn't my intention, I-"

"Leave." Gyuvin stares the boy down until he finally stood up to go out of the classroom.

"You went too far." You stare at Gyuvin

"He was laughing at you."

"He's my friend, ofcourse he's going to laugh at me." You push Gyuvin's arm away from you gently, "Look, Gyuvin. I appreciate that you care for me to an extent but you need to learn about not overstepping boundaries."

"I'm sorry, [name]." Gyuvin pouts

"No need to apologize to me. Go after Taerae and apologize to him." You shoo Gyuvin away to which he obediently follows.

Gyuvin finds Taerae just outside your classroom, leaning against the lockers.

"Hey man, I'm sorry about earlier." Gyuvin brings a hand out for Taerae to shake.

"No worries." Taerae brings his hand out to accept Gyuvin's handshake, "But I do want to ask you something."

Gyuvin brings his hand down from Taerae's, "Shoot."

"Why do you like [name]?"

"Why? Do you like them?"

"Absolutely not, we argue too much. I'm just curious, you liking them came out of nowhere. So, why do you like [name]?"

"You know..." Gyuvin drones on his answer, "Because... uhm.."

Taerae doesn't wait for Gyuvin to continue, "Try not to mess with [name], alright?"

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"Where is my calculator?" You search your backpack for the said calculator.

You had left your things unattended at the table you and your friends had gathered around, to go to the restroom. You thought that since your friends were there, your things would be guarded.

"I don't know. Maybe Junhyeon knows, him and his friends just left awhile ago." Jeonghyeon suggests

"When you say Junhyeon and his friends, do you mean Gyuvin?" You slowly turn to Jeonghyeon, almost terrified.

"Ahhhh" Jeonghyeon seemingly had a moment of realization, "Yes.."

You see, when you left for the restroom, Junhyeon had stopped by at the table your friends were gathered at, to talk to Taerae. With Junhyeon was Gunwook and most importantly, Gyuvin. The latter was going to ask where you were when he spotted your things at the far-right end of the table. He recognized your bag easily.

Since your friends were occupied talking to each other, he did what any normal person would do. He sneakily took the calculator near your bag.

Junhyeon had finished talking with Taerae, and left with Gunwook and Gyuvin before you came back. In great fashion, Gyuvin took your calculator with him home.

"What's gotten you so happy there?" Gyuvin's mother asks her son.

The boy had changed into his house clothes and was sitting in the kitchen where his family was eating.

"What do you mean?" Gyuvin giggles, he had been giggling ever since he was picked up from school by his older brother, Hao.

"Does my boy have a crush in school?" His mother gushes.

"Ewwwww." His younger sister, Eunchae, voices out her disgust.

"What's your problem? You've been giggling non-stop." Hao exasperatingly asks his younger brother.

"Yes, I do have a crush."

"Ewwwww!" Eunchae voices out her disgust even louder.

"Oh hush Eunchae, go on now." His mother excitedly waits for Gyuvin to expound on what he had just revealed.

"What? So, you asked them out or something? Well, congratulations and shut up." Hao complains

"No, but I did take their calculator with me." Gyuvin proudly says, puffing out his chest, "They're probably panicking right now."

"Oh, Gyuvin.." His mother sadly calls out to him.

"Way to impress your crush, I guess." Hao says in a sarcastic tone.

"What?" Gyuvin asks confused

"Give your crush their calculator back first thing in the morning, Gyuvin." His mother berates, "That's not how you try and impress a person."

"But it's just a joke. They'll have no way of ignoring me now." Gyuvin tries to defend himself, "It'll give me a laugh too."

"Do you even like them, Gyuvin?" His mother asks, trying to find a middle ground for her next argument.

"I do."

"Then don't try and drive them away."

"Okay, mom.." Gyuvin reluctantly gives up to which Eunchae snickers at.

"It's alright Gyuvin, you're father always used to tease me back in the day too." His mother reminisces the past, "What's my boy's crush's name?"

"[name]"

"Oohhh, so, what do you like about this [name]?" His mother asks, elated.

"Because you know..." Gyuvin pauses for a few seconds, nervously laughing and quickly trying to find an answer, "Whatever dad saw in you.. I guess.."

His mother sighs and shakes her head, "Bring that [name]'s calculator back to them immediately. I really need you to stop playing around, Gyuvin."

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It was early morning and you were tiringly getting your things out of your locker. You had texted and even tried to call Gyuvin countless of times yesterday night for your calculator. To the point that you had to question if Junhyeon had given you Gyuvin's right number.

As you lock your locker closed, your calculator presented itself infront of your face.

"Guess what I have?" Gyuvin laughs, tauntingly shaking your calculator infront of you.

You quickly try to grab your calculator but fail as Gyuvin retracts his hand away from you faster. The boy was an athlete and that was to your disadvantage. Especially when he starts running away from you, laughing maniacally along the way.

"Try and catch me!"

"Gyuvin! Give it back!" You scream, chasing the brunette along the halls of your school.

"Only if you catch me!"

The two of you continue running and screaming in the hallways. This continued on for what seemed to be a long period to you, as you were running out of breath. Luckily for you, Gyuvin hits his stomach with a drinking water fountain, causing him to stop in his tracks and clutch his stomach in pain.

"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, catching up to the boy and patting his back softly.

"Kim Gyuvin and [full name]!"

You turn your head to see your school's prefect.

"Go to my office now and clean up whatever mess you made!" The prefect snides, pointing at the ground near you.

On the floor was you calculator, broken. You couldn't help but sigh, squatting down to clean up your broken calculator. Gyuvin tries to help you, eyes squinting in pain as he tries to squat down but you stop him, wrapping a hand around his leg to stop him from extra movement.

"Faster! Can't believe the youth are so disobedient these days!" The prefect had his arms crossed and was tapping his right foot impatiently.

You put the remains of your calculator into your backpack and stand up. Gently taking one of Gyuvin's arms and wrapping it around your shoulders, you help the brunette walk with you to follow the prefect to his office.

"Sorry." The brunette whispers, not looking at you.

"It's whatever." You reply monotonously

The prefect quickly open the door to his office and runs to his desk to sit down. You close the door behind.

"Quickly now!" The prefect snaps his fingers, while you sit Gyuvin down on one of the two chairs infront of the prefect's desk and then sit on the other unoccupied chair.

"Do you know the consequences to your actions?"

You open your mouth to answer but was swiftly interrupted.

"First, the both of you ran in halls. Second, the both of you screamed in the said halls. Third, you destructed school property, the wat-"

"[name] didn't do anything wrong. I stole their calculator and they were just trying to take it back." Gyuvin interrupts, done with the prefect's aggressiveness that had involved you.

"So we're interrupting elders now, Mr-"

"He didn't mean to." You nervously try to defend the boy beside you.

"Now you too-"

"I did mean to. What kind of prefect are you anyway? I'm in pain and you still bring me to your office before the clinic. You're screaming and being passive-aggressive to two teenagers at your grown age. I can go on and on but you know what? This is actual bull-" Gyuvin tries to distract the prefect from getting angry at you, so, he started spewing out nonsense that would transfer all of the prefect's anger and focus towards him. Even if it meant suspension or expulsion that would lead him to miss the matches he had practiced for. It was his fault anyway.

But before he could continue his vulgarity, you bring a hand to his mouth to stop any sound from resounding. However, you were too late as the prefect had successfully fallen into the brunette's trap.

"I'm calling your parent, Mr. Kim Gyuvin. You are suspended and are to go home." The prefect solemnly says.

"He really didn't mean too, he's just in pain." You try to reason.

"[full name], don't get yourself into any more trouble. I'll dismiss you with only a two-day after school detention."

Gyuvin sees your mouth open but quickly opens his mouth to speak over you, "I told you that they didn't do anything wrong. Why are you giving them punishment?"

"Don't try and make this worse for yourself." You loudly whisper to the brunette, pinching his thigh.

"Listen to your partner, Kim Gyuvin. [full name], you are dismissed, please leave." The prefect shoos you away to the exit.

"Can you lend a calculator to [name]?" Gyuvin quietly whispers.

The prefect sighs, "[full name], tell Mrs. Cruz that I'm lending you my calculator. She'll know that it's from me."

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"Yes Sir" You respond, surprised, bowing your head and leaving the office. You decide not to fight back anymore as it might lead to Gyuvin getting into more trouble.

"Stop getting yourself into more trouble, mom is fuming right now." Hao berates his younger brother while driving.

Gyuvin's older brother had picked him up from the school grounds after their mom had received a call from the prefect, informing her of the boy's suspension.

Gyuvin stays quiet, fiddling with the action figure he had broken when he first bumped into you.

"Don't get me started with that crush you have that you got into trouble." Hao says exasperatingly, "If you can call them your crush, that is."

"What do you mean?" Gyuvin asks softly with an annoyed tone.

"First, drop that attitude, be happy that i was free enough to pick you up when mom told me to." Hao rants, "Let me ask you again Gyuvin, because it seems that you got into trouble by this one singular person."

"They didn't do anything!" Gyuvin slams the action figure down into the car seat.

Hao ignores his younger brother's behavior, "What do you like about this crush of yours, that you push yourself into so much trouble?"

"Can you shut up?" Gyuvin snarkily replies, tired of the question.

Only those who had seen him together with you would understand, or atleast his two closest friends would, he thought.

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Jeonghyeon had ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang for lunchtime, the reason being that he was going to practice basketball at the gym with the rest of the basketball team. Due to immediately leaving, the boy had forgotten his lunchbox at the classroom.

Like the good friend that Taerae was, Taerae was going to bring the forgotten lunchbox to his friend at the gym. But Taerae just had to drag you along with him. You were more than reluctant to come along as you still had to buy your own lunch at the canteen, and saw this as an event that would postpone your eating time.

"Stop complaining. I haven't eaten yet and I'm not complaining, sounds like your just a bad friend." Taerae says as the both of you walk to the gym.

"I could care less." You say, rubbing your face, "I should've just ate with Giselle and the rest."

"But I'm your favorite friend, aren't I?" Taerae pushes the gym door open upon reaching the said gym.

Stepping into the gym, you are presented with a group of twelve or so teenage boys playing basketball. The both of you move closer to the group that was playing basketball. Unfortunately, Jeonghyeon was too busy playing. It was as if Lady luck was on your side, as there were also no players on the sidelines that you could've left the lunchbox with.

"Let's just leave his lunchbox here, I'm starving." You complain, pointing to the floor Taerae was standing on with piles of clothes and belongings.

"This is actually disgusting, can't they place their things somewhere else." Taerae scrunches his face in disgust.

"Beats me, just leave it there."

"No, we will not be leaving his lunchbox on the floor. It's dirty and what if he doesn't see it?" Taerae disagrees with you.

"You're logic is dumb. Whatever, you're waiting here by yourself." You try to walk away but Taerae stops you by your collar.

"I am not waiting here alone with fifty sweaty, rowdy and annoying boys." Taerae exaggerates, stomping his foot on the floor.

Hearing a loud clack, the both of you look down to see an action figure that had a dislocated arm. It was Gyuvin's figure, he always brought it around with him, and Taerae had dislocated it with his foot.

"Ohhhh." Taerae nervously giggles

"Yeah, ohhhhh. You're actually dead." You say, squatting down to take the action figure in your hands.

Taerae seemed frightened by your words as he drops Jeonghyeon's lunchbox on your back and quickly runs away to the gym's exit.

"Talk about being a bad friend." You mutter under your breath, taking the lunchbox from your back to your lap to hide your hands that were trying to fix the dislocated figure.

"Oh hey! Look at that! It's Gyuvin's crush!" A rowdy boy playing basketball laughs loudly, pointing at your figure crouched down.

Out of all the moments any of the players could've acknowledged you when you were still with Taerae, it was now that you were all alone trying to fix Taerae's mistake.

"Hey, [name]! This one's for you!" Gyuvin shouts upon landing his eyes on you, dribbling the basketball in his hands.

Your eyes widened in horror, quickly trying to snap the figure's arm back into place. This was your worst nightmare, alone with many males that stenched of sweat and having one of those said males loudly dedicating a shot for you.

Gyuvin outstretched his arms upwards to shoot the ball in the hoop.

Gyuvin missed the shot.

All of the rowdy, smelly, sweaty, and loud teenage athletes erupted into laughter.

"[name], this one's for you!" One of the players mock Gyuvin.

Among all the teenage boys, Gyuvin laughed the hardest. He was on his knees, clutching his stomach from laughing too hard.

You couldn't help but feel absolutely humiliated. As you snap the figure's arm back into place, you stand up. Your legs felt weak, you wanted to run away and hide in embarrassment. Talk about having someone loudly dedicating a shot to you infront of adolescent boys and absolutely missing it.

The boys seemingly had stopped playing due to laughing too hard.

Jeonghyeon jogs towards you, "Hey, is that my lunchbox?"

"Yeah, Taerae was supposed to give it to you but he ran away." You say in a hushed voice, handing the lunchbox and the now fixed action figure to Jeonghyeon, "Give that to Gyuvin, Taerae accidently broke it earlier but I fixed it, so no problems now."

"Thank-" Jeonghyeon was about to thank you but you were already running away.

"Don't tell me is [name] your significant other or something?" A member from the basketball team asks Jeonghyeon, "Looks like you can't mess with [name] anymore, Gyuvin!"

"What? Are you serious?" Gyuvin asks, glaring at Jeonghyeon's back.

"What? No, they were just bringing me lunch. Let's calm down now." Jeonghyeon responds irritable, he turns his head towards Gyuvin.

"Here, [name] fixed it. They said Taerae broke it." Jeonghyeon throws the action figure towards Gyuvin, and like the true athlete that he was, Gyuvin catches it.

Gyuvin scans the figure. Sure enough, it was fixed. The figure's arm was now where it was supposed to be. Although, Gyuvin was confused, it's arm was dislocated ever since the fateful day that he fell and met you, how did Taerae break it?

"Hey Gyuvin, why do you like [name]?" Jeonghyeon asks, hugging his lunchbox.

"Yeah Gyuvin, tell us why you like [name]." Another team member snickers, not taking the question seriously.

Gyuvin stays silent, too tired to answer, scanning the figure in his hands. The boys listening in snicker and stifle their laughter.

"Whatever dude, don't mess with [name] too much."

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"Hey bro! Sorry about earlier!" Junhyeon slaps Gyuvin's back and sits next to him on the bench.

"Yeah bro, sorry." Gunwook says, bringing Gyuvin's duffle bag with him and sitting down on the other side of the bench, beside Gyuvin.

Gyuvin sits up straight from his slouched position, "Why are the both of you apologizing?"

"Oh, uh, you know for ganging up on you." Gunwook replies, taken aback by Gyuvin's formalities.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. It is my fault for having immediately acted upon my anger."

"Drop that attitude bro." Junhyeon says, worryingly looking at his friend.

"Apologies, I will try to act more mature from now on."

Gunwook nervously laughs and chucks Gyuvin's duffle bag into the latter's lap, "Here you go bro, you left it at the changing rooms. Next time, you should really fix your clothes, it's disgusting."

"Apologies again, I shall clean up after myself from now on." Gyuvin says, taking out his things to arrange them in his bag.

"Are you really fixing your things right now bro?" Junhyeon asks

"Yes, please don't wait for me. You can go ahead without me." Gyuvin continues to fix his things.

Gunwook and Junhyeon share a look of worry.

"Look bro, we're sorry, we shouldn't have ganged up on you about [name]." Gunwook breaks the silence.

Gyuvin takes out the action figure out of his bag and zips the said bag shut, after arranging everything.

"No, it's completely understandable. My actions towards [name] were immature and concerning, I'll try to make it up to them from now on." Gyuvin caresses the figure with his thumb.

"You're going to be their own one of a kind boyfriend, ah?" Gunwook motivates his friend

"I'll be a proper boyfriend."

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Ever since that day, when the boy's two closest friends had questioned his feelings for you, Gyuvin had become nothing short of a perfect student.

He had stopped being late to school, arriving almost an hour early to school. He stopped sleeping and slacking off in class, even math class, even actively participating or asking questions. He had stopped being so loud in the halls, walking at a normal pace and being aware of his surroundings. He had even started asking for extra work from teachers to boost his grades.

Suffice to say, he was a teacher's pet, well-mannered and focused on his studies that he even quit every sports team he was in to be able to study more. Even to the dismay and constant protests of his multiple team-mates about him quitting, he politely declines coming back.

It was such a sudden change that Gunwook and Junhyeon worried and started to feel guilty, did their friend change because of them? It was such a sudden change, and a big change in fact. No one would've known that Gyuvin would become a studious student, even more so quit sports.

So, the both of them had begged you to talk to Gyuvin. You were the reason why the boy got angry at the both of them and then suddenly changed afterwards.

So, here you were, sitting at a park bench on a cool Saturday afternoon. Since Gyuvin would decline any efforts Junhyeon and Gunwook made to hang out, under the pretense that he needed time to study, you were the one to ask Gyuvin out. Luckily, Gyuvin had immediately agreed to you.

"[name]" Gyuvin says breathlessly, greeting you.

"Gyuvin" You politely smile at the boy.

"I'm truly sorry, did I keep you waiting?"

"No, not much really. I just came really early, you came earlier than what we agreed to."

In all actuality, you were worried for the boy. Hearing his two closest friends tell you that he wasn't acting normally frightened you. Sure, the brunette was rowdy and had moments where you wished you never had helped him that one fateful day, but he also had moments where he tried. No one really took such an interest in you, it was charming, and the said brunette really tried his best to appease you.

"Still, I shouldn't have made you wait. That's not what a proper..." Gyuvin halts his statement.

"A proper what?" You ask, trying to not make the air awkward.

"Nevermind, I brought you flowers by the way." Gyuvin says smiling at you, giving you a small bouquet of flowers.

"You didn't have to. Thank you, it's very pretty." You smile, looking at the flowers you have received.

"Their artificial flowers too, so it won't wilt." Gyuvin chuckles lightly, "Do you like it?"

"Ofcourse I do."

Gyuvin's smile widens, "That's good. So, what would you like to do in this fine afternoon?"

"Oh, about that. Can you sit down with me?"

The brunette sits down beside you, awaiting your words.

"First off.." You chuckle, smiling and looking at Gyuvin, "What are these flowers for?"

Gyuvin seemed shocked at your question, "Well, I just thought I'd get something nice for you on our first date. Isn't that normal?

"Ah" You didn't mean to ask Gyuvin on a date, you just said that you wanted to hang out and talk. The brunette seemed to had mistook you, but you don't bring that up. Instead, you ask the always lingering question in your head, "Gyuvin?"

"Yes, [name]?" The boy looks thoughtfully at you.

"Why do you like me?" Sure, you helped him up that one time when you first met, but that really didn't explain his infatuation with you.

"I like you because you always care for me." Gyuvin says, making sure that your eyes were on him, he stares into your eyes, "Whenever I mess up. Whenever I test your patience, you always end up still trying to help me. Like when I pointed out and laughed at your booger that one time infront of tons of people, you still offered me your lunch knowing that I hadn't eaten yet."

You stare into Gyuvin, expecting more, and more did he deliver.

"I don't know why I started liking you, I probably hit my head too hard and fell in love with you at first sight when we first met. But that led me to actually fall in love with you. From trying to see you everyday, to messing up, and you cleaning up after me." Gyuvin keeps his stare on you, "That's why I like you, [name]."

Gyuvin takes a deep breath, "If you would let me, I would like to try and make you like me back, [name]. If you would let me, I will be a boyfriend that is deserving of you, [name]."

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Ever since that day, you and Gyuvin started going out together. The boy had kept his promise. Once you said yes to his proposal, the brunette gave you his undivided attention. When he was studying and you happened to ask for him, he would quickly attend to you, even after you would refuse and tell him to keep studying. He always made time for you, even when there wasn't time.

He was a picture-perfect boyfriend. Kind, patient, studious and sugar-coated his words for you.

He would be the picture-perfect boyfriend but you yet had accepted to officially put that title onto him. Much to his dismay, but he would always smile and tell you to not feel pressured to accept.

Today, Gyuvin and you were strolling during the young night. The both of you were walking with no particular destination in mind.

That was what Gyuvin thought, but you were actually leading him to a local basketball court that was free to anyone.

As the both of you reach the court, you point your finger at it, "Hey! Let's go in there!"

"Oh? You want to play basketball?"

"Yeah." You step into the empty basketball court, guessing that no one was playing this late. Gyuvin follows behind you.

You look around for any basketballs, and luckily, find a basket full of them. You take one out, "Jeonghyeon told me that you were a star player. Show me your moves!" You enthusiastically say, throwing the ball towards Gyuvin.

Gyuvin chuckles, "You've been forcing me to play sports these days. Are you into athletes, darling?"

"What about it?" You laugh

"Well, you could've just said so, love." Gyuvin chuckles, dribbling the ball you had thrown at him, "Do you want to play with me?"

"How about you show me how to play first, showcase your awesome-st moves!" You clap your hands together, sitting on the lower-staircase the court had for viewers.

"Anything for you, sweety." Gyuvin sweetly smiles at you.

The boy dribbles the ball around the court for a few minutes, doing cool tricks with the said ball along the way as you applaud. After the said few minutes, he brings the ball above his head to shoot it.

"This one's for you, [name]!"

Gyuvin shoots the shot.

You clap as Gyuvin walks closer to you and sits beside you.

"How was that for redemption?" Gyuvin laughs

"More than enough." You smile at him

"You know, don't you not like sports? I'm sure Jeonghyeon told me that." Gyuvin points out

"You know, speaking of Jeonghyeon, he told me that you played ice hockey! Why don't you show me that next time?" You try and change the subject.

"It's not good to ignore what other people say, love." Gyuvin playfully furrows his eyebrows and pouts.

"I don't like playing sports, but I like watching!" You partially lie.

"Really? Jeonghyeon said that you don't come to watch his games because you found it boring." Gyuvin asks seriously

You gulp, "I like watching you do it."

"Why?"

"Because you like it. You enjoy sports, Gyuvin. You're always happy when you play sports. Back then, you would endure handling too many sports with a smile because you liked it, you like it." You repeat your last words.

Gyuvin cups your cheek with his hand. He uses his other hand to support his body leaning into you. As his nose touched your own, you bring a hand to his shoulder to stop him.

That seemed to upset him, as silent tears started rolling down from his eyes, "Does your heart even beat for me?"

Instead of answering, you take your hand off of his shoulder and tilt your head to meet his lips in yours. You taste the bitterness of his tears.

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"Hey bro, nice game!" Gunwook congratulates Gyuvin, excitedly hugging him.

"Yeah, nice game bro! You were totally the MVP." Gyuvin hugs the other party back.

"Only because you just started practicing last week after not playing for a whole three(3) months."

"Just take the compliment bro." Gyuvin says

"Ayo! Congrats to my two bros!" Junhyeon joins the hug, "I'll let it slide that the both of you are sweaty."

Gunwook laughs, "No one asked for you to join the hug."

The three break the hug as Junhyeon fakes hurt, "How dare you!"

"It's great to have you back on the team." Yujin speaks up, eliciting a frightened screech from Junhyeon who didn't see the boy coming.

Gyuvin hugs the younger boy, Yujin, who reluctantly hugs back, "I hope that you're happy with me Yujinie."

"I am, now, stop hugging me." Yujin forcefully pushes Gyuvin off.

"Yujin, kid, stop scaring me!" Junhyeon berates the younger boy.

"Just stop being a scaredy-cat and you wouldn't have this problem." Gyuvin defends his junior.

"Hey, Gyuvin!" Jeonghyeon runs up to the said brunette.

"Yeah, dude?" Gyuvin responds

"You played awesome at soccer today. You still up for that basketball match this Friday?" Jeonghyeon asks hopefully.

"Heck yeah! Why is that even a question?" Gyuvin proclaims loudly, smacking Jeonghyeon's back, "Is [name] with you?"

Gunwook and Junhyeon wiggle their eyebrows as Jeonghyeon laughs, "Yeah, they're with Taerae right now in the stands. They actually watched the match."

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His skates clash with the ice in the ice rink of the mall. Gyuvin holds the both of your hands as he guides you in skating, "You said you wanted me to show you skating." The brunette chuckles.

"Yeah, show me skating, not you showing me how to skate." You correct the boy holding you, as your legs wobble from not being familiar with walking on ice.

"Don't worry, I got ya." Gyuvin teasingly says, letting go of your hands for a split of a second.

"Gyuvin!" You scream, grabbing onto his stomach and hugging it.

Gyuvin hugs you back and laughs menacingly. The boy laughed a little too hard as he slipped on the ice, bringing you down with him.

"Talk about being a good skater. I thought you played ice hockey!" You whine

"I'm sorry, love. No one's perfect, I guess."

"Yeah, especially you!"

"Scratch that, you're perfect." Gyuvin smiles at you, struggling to stand up on the ice with you.

"You're such a cheesy boyfriend." You tease after finally being up on your feet.

"Your own one of a kind." Gyuvin says, bringing your face closer to his.

"You are not kissing me in a mall!" You berate

"Let's get out of this rink then." The boy laughs, taking your hand and guiding you to the rink's exit.

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That's the end of that. I'm sorry if that was actual dog shit 😔 (No offense to Eumppappa, I literally did not mention the dog at all in the story). I'll write a Sung Hanbin×reader story fiction next, I promise that that wont be a High School AU anymore. Sorry if I just wasted your time and thank you for reading.

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[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

[032104]

GYUVIN IN A PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET RELATIONSHIP ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ smau !

idol!gyuvin x idol!reader (female), y/n is faceless ^_^

other members: matthew gunwook

another zb1 post in celebration of the new cb ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ and scratch what i said about charlie being the only tolerable puppy ever because no one can dethrone my baby eumppapa

[taeiun]

sweet venom.

synopsis: when you pull them by the collar of their shirt to kiss them

who: zb1's middle & maknae line x gn!reader (yujin not included)

categories: fluff, sort of suggestive, hurt / comfort, headcanons + short scenarios

warnings: light swearing, mentions of food in gyuvin's section, not proofread bc im such a slay so please please please lmk if there's more

word count: 1.5k

✧ MATTHEW !

⟡ you do it to shut him up /hj. affectionately. this canadian man is funky and we love and cheer for him because of that. but boy do most canadians have something in common: talking. (as a canadian im allowed to say this)

⟡ in this case, it’s not storytelling or his ad campaigns, it’s about how he loses to you in mario kart for the fifth time in a row. for all i know, he could be cracked at mario kart, but let’s be honest, he would somehow go from second place down to eleventh within a matter of minutes. 

⟡ matthew isn't a sore loser by any means, his whining about losing are mainly all for fun and to tease, but after the fourth game… maybe he does gaf y’know :/ 

⟡ pouty!!! also probably throws the controller, lightly mind you, to the side before taking a deep breath in and letting out a silent scream into his palms as the screen flashes with another loss for him. 

⟡ kiss it better otherwise he’ll never play again (that’s a lie) (he’d do almost anything you’d ask him to) (whipped)

matthew leaned his head back against the couch cushion and pinched his arm to make sure that this was real as his character finally crossed the finish line. in eighth place. you looked over at him encouragingly, made a remark about how this was better than last game, before patting his knee. he threw you a scathing glare, whines bubbled up from his throat, and he leaned his full body weight against you. he didn’t notice that there was a tug on his shirt, the soft cotton balled up in your fist as you pulled, before his lips were on yours, his whines drowned out. it was embarrassing how fast he melted into the contact, eyes closed as he rested a hand overtop of yours, he’d never live it down.

✧ TAERAE !

⟡ a kiss like this with taerae would most likely happen in a slow, sort of slow, heat of the moment thing. but it would be a softer, gentle tug of his shirt. nothing too fast. 

⟡ you both would probably be looking at each other already, coming down from the high of hanging out together before bam! it hits the both of you that “wow. i'm incredibly in love with this person.” 

⟡ ngl… he’d be a bit too hesitant to do much about it at first. but i mean. that’s why you’re the one gripping his shirt collar and not the other way around-

⟡ he stares at you with wide eyes and a facial expression like :o when his lips are suddenly pressed against yours. but taerae recovers from the shock fairly quickly and leans into it, eyes closed as he kisses back with the tease of a grin on his face. 

⟡ he’ll pull away with the biggest smile and pinch your cheek before going in to kiss you again, being the one to pull you in this time.

water dripped from his thoroughly soaked hair, trailed down his jaw and continued to dampen the fabric of his shirt, leaving no place dry as you both stood outside amidst the rain. he stared at you, breath coming sharp from his mouth as he looked at you in some awe. you laughed and in return, so did he. you cupped his face gently, wiped a thumb under his eye to clear the water, efforts futile. taerae grabbed your hand and tugged, nose bumped against yours, before he greedily took your lips in his once again.

✧ RICKY !

⟡ he’s insufferable istg / j. ok but you not be able to get away with this move properly imo without having some sort of built up tension. as in the type of tension to cut with a knife, the opposite of taerae’s. 

⟡ ricky would be able to see you go in for the kiss from a mile away… he just. knows these things somehow and is prepared. he would have to be distracted enough, emotionally, in order to pull it off. 

⟡ that or you wrestle him and pin him for long enough. i have such a strong urge to grab this guy by the necktie and shake him around a little. affectionately i swear. 

⟡ despite the colder appearance, ricky is emotionally intelligent and he does have his softer moments. the aftermath of a fight would be the main scene i picture this happening in? 

⟡ “do you even want this?” // “what-” // “do you even want us?” // “of course i do.” type of beat do you get me? you feel me? you hear me? set me freeee- erm. 

there was something about the silence, weight undeniable as you and ricky stood opposite of each other. shoulders tensed, he heaved out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose as you dug your nails into the palm of your hand in a closed fist. you knew what was coming; the rush of doubts and worry that would spill from his mouth about the relationship and how he constantly felt as if you deserved better, how he was the damage. you marched with a purpose towards him, placed a hand firmly on his waist as he knotted his brows together in mild confusion, before butterflies bursted in his chest. the pressed collar of his shirt would need ironing later, crumpled in your tight grasp, but ricky couldn’t find it in himself to care all too much, not when he cupped the back of your head and pressed you closer.

✧ GYUVIN !

⟡ it would be a “did you eat the last donut in the fridge?” // “yes. what are you going to do about it?” // “get it back of course.” // *starts making out* type of thing. 

⟡ we know this man has the best reactions to things so just. he flounders when you first kiss him out of the blue; like a literal fish out of water despite this not being the first time lol. 

⟡ idk i just feel like this would happen so often?? like i see gyuvin dating someone with similar energy and excitement towards things (not to say he wouldn’t date you otherwise. man falls hard in general) but just imagine doing something dumb and then one of you pulls the other in. 

⟡ “i can’t believe you just did that.” // “yeah well.” // *making out again* this whole thing is just. gyuvin coded imo. maybe im just sleep deprived. 

⟡ when you do it however… he can’t do anything but stare are you with those eyes of his. you already know the ones. shellshocked, flabbergasted, stunned, electrocuted, astonished, etc etc.

you grinned as gyuvin flailed his arms before resting them on your shoulders, slumping into the kiss. it was sweet in a literal sense; you could taste the powdered sugar and jam that stained his mouth from earlier. his face was fully flushed when you pulled apart. you giggled and swiped a thumb at the corner of his lips, collected the last bit of your sweet treat, and brought it to your mouth with a wink before walking away like nothing ever happened.

✧ GUNWOOK !

⟡ omg the scene i have in mind is when you have to leave for a while, talking like a month or more, and won’t be seeing gunwook for the next while. he’s so intent on making things work out for all the time you guys are doing the ldr. 

⟡ runs through a list of everything you’ll need to pack, triple checks everything with you, makes sure you have the right flight booked… you’ll have to pull him aside and reassure him that you’ll be fine and that he doesn’t need to worry about anything; doing all that is kind of a stress reaction. 

⟡ is so jittery leading up to the day where you have to leave :( clears his schedule to the best of his abilities to make sure he has all the time with you. 

⟡ 100% is seeing you off at the airport don’t even think otherwise. “you’ll call me when you land, right?” // “of course.” // “and you’ll update me with stuff you’ve done? And sec pictures of yourself?” // “sweetie-” 

⟡ kiss him to shut up but softer and with more tears bc he will start crying and bury his face into your shoulder. 

gunwook thought he looked horrible, face puffed up and nose runny as he sniffled and wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes. you thought completely the opposite; there was something about the early morning sun that shone through the windows and highlighted the rosy parts of his cheeks and the small pout he wore on his lips. he opened his mouth, ready to go on another ramble before you delicately pressed your lips against his. the drawstrings of his hoodie were twirled between your fingers as you pulled lightly on the thick material. he smiled into the touch, eyes still rimmed with tinges of red, and held on for one last kiss.

^ . _ . ^ notes: first post on the new blog... apologies for any mistakes im notorious for writing these late at night and giving up when it comes to proofreading TwT.

© taeiun 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim any of my writing as yours.

[zerobaselove]

zb1 finding out you have a crush on them from another member

pairing: ot8 zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: wrote these on the bus home from work :') also sorry theyre so long i actually kinda hate it but i didnt know if separating it would look silly or not so here

[globaloppaaa]

Hey! Can you please do "babysitting with zb1"?

i love this idea!! got started on it as soon as you sent it! thank you for requesting bb, and as always if anyone wants to request more my inbox is currently open! might need some time as school is beginning for me again.

w/a: literally the smallest hint of suggestive theme of u squint to the point that your eye are just closed.

for hanbin, I don’t wanna say that this man has no flaws… but he really knows how to take care of younger siblings so any child is no problem at all. Heck, he’s probably taking care of you too. He’s got a lot of experience with taking care of others that it comes like second nature to him. Leaves you little notes of encouragement around the house when things start to get too stressful :))

jiwoong is doing your job for you at this point lol. Probably the most calm when one child throws a bit of a temper tantrum. His soft voice when he communicates to them can naturally bring a smile right back to their face. I feel like taking care of younger siblings pose no challenge to him whatsoever, I mean they’re just like mini versions of you two! Maybe he’s starting to get his head stuck in the clouds with the whole “mini you” idea…

If you’ve seen zb1 taking care of those twins on youtube you know well that hao does NOT know how to take care of children well. you’re lowkey 🤏 close to kicking him out with the way he talks back to the kid as if they’re both five years old. however watching the way you’re able to calm the child down really takes him by surprise, and he finds himself more willing to learn how you take care of them so well, while ultimately keeping both him and the kids under control too.

matthew tries so hard to be the best good cop of a babysitter he can be, though sometimes he forgets that bounderies and lessons do need to be learned! is the kind of babysitter that melts at the sight of the child’s puppy eyes and gives in to whatever scheming they may have up their sleeve. next thing you know there’s paint splattered on every surface but the ones paint is supposed to be on. “how could i resist?!” he says, giving u a pout while he attempts to remove the smear on his cheek, and honestly it’s hard for you to resist when he looks at you that way too.

you can bet taerae is singing those kids one hell’ of a lullaby every night WHEWWW. We all know how soothing his voice is, perfect for stormy nights or when’s there’s still a bit too much excitement past curfew. He’s definitely more of a practical kind of babysitter if that makes sense though. “Why do they play with rocks and twigs when the big screen tv is right there?” 🙄🤷🏻 Kinda guy. I will say that you and taerae are especially good keeping kids entertained. They adore his energy and humor and all the little skits he’ll put on. Babysitting with him leaves everyone smiling.

ricky is so elegant with it 😭😭 I don’t think you’ve ever heard him raise his voice because the children just obey without question. It’s almost strange lol. You two work as a great team! You make up the rules (because he likes listening to you too ☺️) and he’s the official communicator of said rules. Babysitting never feels stressful with him. His one downfall is that he will buy the kid(s) anything at anytime, and then he’ll buy YOU anything you want at anytime. He just wants you all to be happy what can he say?

gyuvin is surprisingly very good at babysitting when given instructions, knows what food is healthy and chewable, can easily make them fall asleep at curfew, and ensure the kids always keep a smile on their face. it’s hard to believe that when you run to the store, forgetting one item that all hell breaks loose. “i don’t know what to do when you’re gone.” he winces, in what looks like the most uncomfortable pose of defeat on the floor, the children jumping atop him in victory.

gunwook For sure knows what a child’s needs are, but learns all the details and the in-betweens from you! Definitely gets affected by cuteness aggression so sometimes it can be hard for him to concentrate, and then if YOU’RE there? Great, that’s a whole other distraction he’s gotta try and fail to ignore. Gunwook makes babysitting feel like a normal part of life rather than any kind of chore or job. He’s a bit head over heels on the idea of having his own family some day, and just maybeee he’s thinking about having it with you. 🤭

yujin i’m sorry but you’re practically taking care of him too. I’m not saying this because i think he’s a “baby”, but because he’s so socially awkward with the kids he can’t even hold eye contact lmao. For example, one of them might start to throw a tantrum out of the blue, and yujin’s solution involves him standing there watching like 🧍🏻😟. He’ll most likely start shouting your name for assistance… he really is trying his best! I think Yujin likes to let you lead with the babysitting, while also giving him a front row seat at admiring you being so passionate about making others happy and well cared for.

[slytherinshua]

SUMMER'S #1 PERK

genre. fluff. warnings. gyuvin is shirtless ‼️⁉️ n reader gets very shy. AND GYUVIN IS SO FLIRTY GOD. not proofread cause it's 6 am and i'm going to sleep but i'll fix it later if i have to skdjsk. pairing. gyuvin x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. requested by 🥟 anon for prompt #27: "eyes up here, idiot" ++ written for @blue-jisungs <3 (i forgot if this was a deal before or not but uhh ik im getting gunwook in return for finishing this so a win is a win 💪) a/n. the zb1 delusions continue guys (send more in if u have any 😭‼️)

You had never been a fan of summer. The overwhelming heat, sticky sweat, and endless free time just clashed with you. As soon as summer started, you were already counting down the days until it would end, much preferring winter to it any year. 

But, as you sat on the pool chair under an umbrella, you realized that summer might have at least one perk to it. And that was your boyfriend shirtless at the pool.

You had been dubious at the idea of swimming with your boyfriend’s friends when he suggested the idea to you that morning. It was only your second or third time hanging out with them, and you never particularly liked water activities. But all your prior reluctance seemed to have disappeared into thin air the second Gyuvin walked out of the house with iced lemonade in his hands and a very clear absence of any swim top. 

You couldn’t help but blush at the sight. Truthfully, the most you had seen was him in a tank top as the weather got warmer. You were always one to take things slowly, and while you knew he worked out and definitely had muscles hiding underneath, you were never in a rush to see them. Maybe because you knew you would get flustered like you were now. 

Gyuvin’s eyes searched for yours, as they always did when he was apart from you for any amount of time. His face brightened when he spotted you sitting cross legged on the pool chair, book in your lap, trying your best to look anywhere but him. 

“Want some lemonade?” He asked as he walked over, holding a cool glass topped with a pink straw and a paper umbrella. The sun shined straight down on him, doing wonders to warm his skin tone to a rich golden colour, his chest and abdomen catching the warmth of it as well. 

He had told himself he wouldn’t get his hopes up about your reaction to him being shirtless. He loved having an effect over you; it boosted his ego. But he didn’t want to be cocky. It was true that he had worked on his chest and abs a little harder specifically for you. Who could blame him for wanting to look nice for his girlfriend? He just wanted to match up to how pretty you were.

He didn’t miss the way you were avoiding eye contact, or the flush that was taking over your face. Now that he saw how shy you were, he couldn’t help the grin that spread to his face. You took the lemonade from him and used it as a distraction, although you snuck another peak at his stomach when he handed you the glass.

“The boys want to do a relay race. I’ll be back once I win!” He said cheerfully, leaning over your chair to give you a kiss on the forehead.

You let out a sigh of relief when he turned away from you, so sure you were going to completely melt into a puddle under his stare if he looked at you for even a second longer. Watching him from a distance was infinitely easier on your racing heart.

The boys did several rounds of relay races, and then started to play catch with some pool toys. You just watched them with a smile on your face. They were having fun, and you loved to hear your boyfriend’s laugh. He was on a team with Jiwoong, Yujin, and Ricky for a game of pool volleyball, and somehow, miraculously, they won against the others.

You saw Gyuvin cheer, hugging Ricky in celebration. It was cute how hard they celebrated just for winning a game of pool volleyball. Gyuvin then turned to you, grinning as your eyes met. You smiled at him and he beckoned you over to him, meeting you at the side of the pool.

You dipped your feet into the water, sitting on the poolside as the other boys got out to dry off. Gyuvin swam over to you, still somehow taller than you despite standing much lower in the water.

“Did you see I got the winning point?” He laughed, pushing his hair back off of his forehead as he got to the edge of the pool. 

“I saw! It was a super close game.” You smiled as he wrapped your legs around his waist, closing the little distance between you two. “You know, you distracted me from my book.” You draped your arms around his bare shoulders, not minding how they were still wet from the water.

He started to smile, “Oh? How so, baby?” He teased, already knowing where this was going. 

“How am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re shirtless?” It was hard to even say it in front of him, the sight of his smirk widening making you blush. You would’ve run away from his teasing if you could, but he had you trapped, hands securely on your waist, keeping you close to him.

“Eye's up here, idiot.” His eyes twinkled as he lifted a hand to your cheek, feeling how warm it was. You couldn’t even think of a suitable defense to save yourself from the embarrassment given how your brain was short-circuiting. Not that Gyuvin gave you any time to respond regardless, much more focused on capturing your lips with his. 

Seeing you shy only made him bolder, confidence bubbling in his chest more than it ever had before. Your blush was already the most adorable sight Gyuvin had ever seen, but to know it appeared because of him made his heart warm in his chest. 

Summer’s biggest perk was definitely this. Shy giggles, flushed cheeks, and warm kisses shared in the pool with your (shirtless) boyfriend. 

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[sxmmerberries]

Accidentally confessing to your crush after mistaking his number for your friend's one - kim gyuvin x reader

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[faithst]

no more kisses!

⊹˚.♡ syn jebi’s reactions to their s/o being shy after every kiss

⊹˚.♡ genre ot8 x gn!reader, fluff

masterlist | ask

성 hanbin

he adores it sm

he gets so giggly abt it, with the whisker smile and all

most likely will tease you

“i’ve kissed you so many times before and you still get bright red.”

did i mention that he gets sooo flirty

he gently pulls your chin to make you face him before scanning your flushed face, smirking at the mess he has made you

“you can handle one more kiss, right?”

김 jiwoong

finds it amusing

he enjoys seeing you all flustered like that because of him

he doesn’t say anything about it though.

but you can see in his facial expressions that he’s enjoying it

just so smiley all out

he has such a mischievous smirk and you can’t even look at him in the eyes anymore

“i think i need to kiss you one more time.”

장 hao

his honest reaction; are you okay?

like actually concerned on why you keep moving your face away from him after every kiss

misunderstands your reactions and thinks you don’t like his kisses

might get pouty

pokes you “hey.”

he’ll keep puckering up his lips, awaiting a kiss

“should i keep kissing you to get you used to them?”

석 matthew

he finds it so funny

but he’s also a bit confused??

every time you try to hide your blushing face from him, he’s like ‘why whyy?’

and then he tries to physically pull your face back (gently) to give you more kisses

“just one more!!”

and it keeps going back and forth like that; him trying to kiss your face and you trying to avoid them

might turn into a chase until you give up and let him smother you with kisses

김 taerae

he’s v much aware of how shy you become when he kisses you

so, he makes it a challenge for you

he’ll keep kissing you and giving you compliments in between until you get flustered

he says its to have you get used to it but wbk it’s all excuses to get to kiss you more without you running away from him

he lets you pick where you want him to kiss so win for you!

“you’re so cute.”

셴 ricky

it’s a guilty pleasure of his

won’t ever admit that he loves seeing your reactions and how easily you fold

he acts so oblivious too

“hey, love.” he says as he places a sudden kiss to your lips as you were telling him smth just to see how’d you react

“oh, u-um anyways.. as i was saying..” you immediately start stuttering and ricky tries to hide his smile

you notice him tho “you did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“can’t help it when you look good in red.”

김 gyuvin

he tries to think of many other ways to trick you into getting to kiss you

he loves teasing you about it sm

you’ll never hear the end of it

“look over there!” he points behind you

as soon as you turn back to face him, you’re met with his lips connecting with yours

has such a cheeky smile right after with absolutely no shame

somehow, he gets away with this a lot

“now, that wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?”

박 gunwook

another case of happy smiley boy

as much as you get shy, he does too

and oh boy, is it visible in his ears and cheeks

“i liked that, did you?”

and you two are staring into eachother’s starry eyes, feeling the heat rushing to your faces

he has to take a moment to fan himself away from it

“is it okay if i kiss you again?”

faithst 24’

⊹˚.♡ taglist @haesunflower @big-uwu-stan @gnwookie @yjhcloud @kpoprhia @blaycke @ashyakii @watamotee33 @hazyskyline @doobinnies @alwayswook @chanlixed @kimiczi @taeraemisu

[loveforquanrui]

hii!! can i please req how zb1 would act when you sleep on the couch after an argument 💓

hi nonnie!! sorry i took a while to get to your request school was starting so my attention was on that! but here you go I hope you like it. also i didn't feel comfortable writing yujin since I wrote this in the sense of ZB1 being in romantic relationships so I did not want to include yujin.

-Jiwoong-

if that's what you want he would understand

he would be so sad though :((

he wouldn't annoy you by begging you to go back to bed

instead he stays up all night hoping you're gonna go back to him

but no you are stubborn and strong willed so you sleep on the couch

when you wake up to your surprise he is fast asleep next to you

-Hanbin-

oh hanbin :')

the moment you said you would sleep on the couch, hanbin was ALERT

he would not even let you make contact with the couch

"please let's just talk it out"

in the case that you don't want to talk to him though..

he would just hold your hand all night until you talk to him

and then he would talk through the argument and try to find a solution right away

hanbin just doesn't want you to go to sleep feeling sad or angry :(

so ofc our little hamster is going to do anything to make you feel better and to make up for the argument

-Hao-

Hao is an introvert

his first instinct is to give you space, since it's what he would want

so he would go to your shared bedroom thinking you would join him later

but when night time hit and you still weren't there he got worried

despite his begging you were adamant that you would sleep on the couch

so while you went to shower, he prepared anything you may need

blankets? check. comfy slippers? check?

but before you could even see him prepare all that for you

as quickly as he set that up, he quickly left to your shared bedroom

once you were fast asleep

hao would occasionally wake up to go check up on you

yes he understands that you're upset but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop being the amazing boyfriend he is

-Matthew-

the way this man would feel SO BAD (queue stayc)

the idea that you rather sleep on the uncomfy couch instead of the comfy bed in his arms..

yeah that was enough for him to run to you and apologize

matthew is sooo persistent

he would be apologizing all night and try to convince you to go back to bed

when you don't budge and are set on staying on the uncomfy couch

he takes matters into his own hand ;)

after an hour he has enough and flings you over his shoulder, takes you to the big bed, tucks you in and gives you a longing kiss

after doing so he is off the sleep in the couch

FORGIVE HIM PLS :(

-Taerae-

the way this man is so stubborn and petty

his pride is HIGH

he wouldn't even bat an eye when he sees you sleeping on the couch (BRO IS THAT PETTY)

he goes to bed in your shared bedroom not caring and giving you the cold shoulder

until 2 hours pass and he starts missing your warmth

that's when he gets up and looks at your sleeping figure from the hallway

he just stands there and contemplates whether he should wake you up

he does.

"i can't sleep please come back. im sorry i promise i won't do it again"

-Ricky-

this man is lucky he has such a face

at first he wouldn't tell you anything, his stare seems cold and blank when he sees you

he doesn't care, atleast on the outside

on the inside we know Ricky is literally crying

it hurts him so much seeing you rather be on the couch instead of with him

he lets you be and you fall asleep on the couch

to your surprise though when you wake up, you're met with the familiar morning light and the familiar blankets hugging your body

throughout the night, ricky watched until you fell asleep and when you he knew you were out, he carried you back to bed and slept next to you

when you turn around to see if ricky is in his usual spot, instead of your boyfriend you see a note

"im sorry please forgive me come to the kitchen"

when you get up and get to the kitchen you see multiple gifts and breakfast on the counter

a shy ricky holding the back of his neck saying "good morning"

-Gyuvin-

if you left the couch expecting to be alone, you are wrong.

the moment you leave to the couch, he is trailing behind you

gyuvin loves you too much he wouldn't let you be alone

lets alone would he let you go to sleep angry and alone

despite you not talking to him and giving him the cold shoulder

this man is cuddling up to you saying...

"i know you're upset but I love you and I don't want you feel like I don't"

you both end up making up but still sleep on the couch cuddled up together

when you wake up, gyuvin delivers breakfast in bed (the couch)

all day he is doing some sweet acts of service (THIS MAN IS SORRY FOR WHAT HE DID)

-Gunwook-

gunwook like hanbin would not let you fall asleep on the couch when you are upset

he understands what you are feeling and he wants you to know that

he insists that you guys fix the argument

when you refuse to (cause sometimes we be petty like that)

gunwookie sits on the floor next to the couch, holding your hand until you are willing to talk

when you can't take it anymore (he literally will not let go) you decide to give in and talk about the argument

you both talk and both apologize and come to an understanding

after communicating the problem you guys go to your shared bedroom holding each other

guys gunwook would be such an amazing boyfi

[nanasdream]

pls i need a part 2 of the Ricky angst

part 1 (doesn't have to be read before this part)

I want to start off by apologising for going MIA. I had mocks and I finished my A-levels today (YIPEE)

edit: yo, I started uni lmao, this is so late I am so so sorry

edit part 2: I ended up rewriting the entire part 2 because I kept getting stuck.

A/N: I reread part 1 and realised that it didn't make much sense and because of this I will rewrite it and upload it later.

Anyway, here's part 2, I hope you like it!

It didn't matter. Gyuvin knew about your feelings towards Ricky but believed he could change your mind. It hurt at the beginning. It killed him seeing your eyes lighten up when Ricky walked into the room, but could he blame you? He knew you always loved him, but it still hurt. Why couldn't you forget Ricky and love him? It didn't matter. He needs to get you and Ricky together. He's his best friend and you're the one his friend wants. He can let you go, this is the least he could do for his best friend.

So he did, he let you go. Spending less and less time with you and more and more time with Yujin so you could spend that time with Ricky. He knew that distance can either make or break a bond between two people. Any other day he would have wanted the distance to make the bond between you and him stronger, but in this situation he wished nothing more but for the distance to make you forget him.

This change was not unnoticed by you. You noticed how distant gyuvin was, it hurt. He was your best friend, but now all of a sudden he started treating you like a stranger. He would walk away whenever you'd try to approach him and give you the shortest and coldest replies ever. Did you do something to upset him? You couldn't remember doing anything that could have potentially upset him to the point of ignoring you. You didn't know who to talk to, your best friend was no longer there so you ended up talking to the only other person you trusted Ricky.

You didn't know how to approach Ricky. It felt a bit awkward, you didn't know what to say after not really haven spoken to him in a week. You still loved him very much, but how could you continue knowing that he was in love with bahiyyih.

You had started to avoid Ricky ever since you saw that the guy you were madly in love with had someone else in his heart.

Ricky thought you didn't reciprocate his feelings. You never replied to his letter. In fact you started to ignore him after he had put the love letter on your desk.

bunch of morons.

Using the spare keys he had given you, you went inside his house. Taking off your shoes near the enterance, you went upstairs to his room, greeting his mum and sister on the way up.

"Hey Lucy."

"Whose Lucy?" He asked turning around to see you sat on his bed.

"You."

"I'm Ricky?"

"Are you tho?"

"Y/N, stop with the gaslighting. You already made me question whether I'm a human or not." He chuckled looking at you. He looked so beautiful. His gorgous eyes staring into yours and all you wanted to do was to drown in them. Staring into his eyes should make you giddy, make you feel on cloud 9, but all you could do was tear up.

All the feelings you had supressed were starting to overflow, itching to explode and create chaos. Days of feeling like an awful person, feeling unworthy of love had caught up to you.

You dropped your gaze, too scared of making him walk away seeing your tears.

"Hey, what's wrong pretty?" He asked tilting his head to look at you. Pretty. You were his pretty. What was Hiyyih? Was she his beautiful girl? Before you could let yourself continue getting consumed by your thoughts, the feeling on Ricky's hand holding your hand and moving it closer to him had you brought back to reality.

You didn't know what to say or do, you tried your best to bring your tears back in, but there was no point. Tears started to stream down your face as Ricky took his hand away from yours and brought you in for a hug. He let you cry, stroking your back to comfort you.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked in a whisper. You clung onto his shirt, not wanting to let go. You didn't want to be right. For the first time in your life you wanted to be so wrong, so wrong about the fear that he would leave you. Wrong about the fear that you would lose both your friends at the same time. "It's okay Y/N, take your time." He comforted you.

The tears had started to slow down now. Wiping your tears, you looked up at him, easing your grip on his shirt and calming your breathing. "It's Gyuvin," you started, you felt the tears coming up again. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes to keep the tears from falling. "He has been avoiding me." You started to fidgit with the friendship ring Ricky had bought you and Gyuvin. "He won't reply to my messages, he doesn't talk to me, he only really ever hangs out with Yujin and when he does talk to me, he acts like he'd much rather be doing anything else. He's so cold to me Ricky. It's almost like I don't know him anymore." It felt much better getting it off your chest. You took a shaky breath as you continued, "I miss him so much Ricky. It's so lonely without him." Ricky's heart broke hearing the pain in your voice. It also broke knowing how much Gyuvin meant to you, Ricky was sure that you loved Gyuvin more than your own brothers. Ricky didn't know what to do except pull you into his embrace and stroke your back.

"Won't Hiiyih get mad?" You asked in a whisper. Ricky stopped stroking your back and looked at you, seeing you already looking up at him.

"Hiiyih?" He asked, confused why she was being dragged into a conversation and why she would be upset.

"Yeah." You continued, "you and her are in a relationship right? Or is just a crush that you have on her?" You asked breaking eye contact with Ricky.

Ricky never felt this much confusion in his life before. Where was this coming from? "I am so confused right now. What are you talking about? Shouldn't you be worried that Gyuvin will misunderstand?"

"Gyuvin? Why would- why does it matter if Gyuvin minsunderstands Ricky?"

"I don't know, maybe because you like him?"

"I do not like Gyuvin like that Ricky, you know that!" You exclaimed, getting out of Ricky's emrace. "It's always been you who I liked." You blurted out. Your eyes widened as you realised what you had just told him.

"Wow, you're so funny Y/N. If you really like me then why did you not give a reply to the letter I put on your desk?" He asked getting annoyed, he took a sharp breath as he continued, "I let you go, I started giving you space so you and Gyuvin could get closer and maybe even start dating because I saw the sparkle in your eyes I never saw around me. This isn't a funny joke. It's not funny to play with someone's feelings." His voice had started to get very sharp and loud. He was pissed and really hurt, you could see it very clearly, his eyes were not looking at you, they were darting around, he was rubbing his temple.

What was happening. You both started to question whether what you assumed to be a fact was really a fact or something your brain made up to trick you.

A/N: guys part 3 will hopefully be the last one, I wanted to finish it here, but I feel bad that I haven't posted it on the due date and ended up taking longer

[harmonicakai]

Like Real People Do

Pairing: Gyuvin x Reader

Summary: You find yourself falling for the cute boy whose writing assignments you proofread, and discover that your lives have been intertwined for longer than you thought.

Tropes: tutor!reader, basketball player!gyuvin, writers, soulmates, college AU, fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: literally none it’s so cute

A/N: This is a formal apology for my Beomgyu angst <3

“And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?” —Invisible String, Taylor Swift

Gyuvin certainly doesn’t need any help with English, but it gives him a good excuse to spend time in between classes and basketball practice staring at you.

If anything, your talents would be better suited to helping one of his classmates understand all the old poems or crazy novels that they get assigned, but he’s the one who lucked out when your former professor suggested you read her most promising student’s work.

From the first draft, you were hooked, and had somehow started a writer’s circle where just the two of you meet weekly to share your works in progress. 

In no time, you’ve helped Gyuvin become one of the top students in Writing 101, and he’s worried you’ll notice that he’d be just fine if you stopped helping him. Still, the A’s keep rolling in and you keep meeting up with him anyway.

When Gyuvin’s latest short story gets nominated for a departmental prize, you’re over the moon for him.

“You are so amazing,” you smile up at him. “We should celebrate! That’s a really big deal. I was nominated last year, but didn’t come close to winning.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he points out, looking down at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck. “Really, Y/N. If I win, it would be just as much your prize as it would be mine.”

“Don’t be silly,” you say, packing up the rest of your lunch. You usually only see him in the library at your designated meeting time, but today, he sought you out in the courtyard to make sure you were the first person he told. “I’m just the editor. All of the ideas came from you. Plus, I’m only good at English because I grew up speaking it. It’s much more impressive for you to have learned it recently and write at the level that you do.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Y/N,” he replies, helping you up off your picnic blanket. Before you can do it yourself, he’s already reaching down to fold it, his long arms handling the fabric with ease. “You’d write circles around me any day.”

“I don’t want to get into another compliment war,” you giggle, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. Recently, it’s been filled with way too many books, and your classes are so jam-packed that you never have time to run back to your room in between them.

“Here, Y/N, let me,” he says, taking your backpack from you. He’s already got his own on, but he wears yours over his front, barely even flinching at the extra weight. “Where are you headed next? I’m done with my classes for the day, so I can walk you.”

He’s always been desperate to ask you to hang out outside of your brainstorming sessions, but every time he thinks he’s worked up the courage, you’ll laugh or smile or even just glance at him and his brain short circuits.

“I have a music class across campus in thirty minutes,” you reply. “Don’t you live the other way, though? You really don’t have to walk me. It’s pretty far.”

“I want to,” Gyuvin reassures you. He offers his hand. “Here. I walk pretty fast, so let’s make sure I don’t leave you behind.”

You hesitate for a moment before taking it. You’ve had a crush on Gyuvin ever since the two of you first crossed paths—he’s the literal embodiment of sunshine trapped inside a cute boy—but things have only ever been friendly between the two of you.

His hand is big, wrapping itself around yours almost entirely. The walk is silent, although you swear you can hear your heart about to beat out of your chest as you pull him along your usual route. Gyuvin makes sure to always let you lead.

“You know,” you start, still not looking back at him. “We’re kind of like Orpheus and Eurydice right now.”

Gyuvin lights up at the reference, with mythology being one of the first things you two really bonded over. “If you looked back at me, the only thing I’d probably die of is how cute you are, Y/N.”

You’re glad you’re turned away so he can’t see the bright blush that’s spread across your cheeks. His words get you so flustered that you don’t even notice you’ve stopped walking.

“Did I say something wrong?” Gyuvin asks, his voice laced with concern. He moves to face you, your height difference causing him to crane his neck down. Meanwhile, your gaze is locked on your shoes.

“Gyuvin,” you say, still refusing to meet his eye. You pull him over to a nearby bench. “Remember when I said I liked the love story you wrote the other day?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he confirms. “You complimented me on how realistic it was and I told you it was only because I based it off of real life.”

“Was it…” your words catch in your throat, unable to face the embarrassment of if you’re wrong. “Was it about us?”

“Yes,” he admits almost immediately. You finally turn to face him, greeted by a nervous look. “Listen, Y/N. I only wrote it because I knew you’d read it, and I thought maybe if you saw how good characters that were a lot like us could be together, you’d give me a chance in real life. But you didn’t really notice, or maybe you just wanted to ignore it, so I kind of abandoned all hope of us ever being together.”

You blink back at him. How could you be so oblivious? Your entire major was based on analyzing words, and you couldn’t even see that he wanted to be with you so badly that he had to write it into existence.

Words always come easy to you, except at this very moment.

“You abandoned all hope?” is all you can manage to get out. You try to pull your hand away, but he only grips it tighter.

“I tried,” Gyuvin says, his voice soft. “But you’re all I ever think about. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be capable of writing someone who even comes close to how wonderful I think you are, Y/N. There just aren’t words to describe all the ways in which you’re special to me.”

You laugh, his words making tears well up in your eyes. “You know, I used to go to basketball games a lot before we even met, just so I wouldn’t have to feel so lonely all the time. And I remember liking your smile and the way you always encouraged your teammates. I would go home and wish I had someone like you in my life.”

“You’re kidding,” he says, taking out his wallet. You knit your brows in confusion, watching as he pulls out a small piece of paper and unfolds it. “Here.”

He hands it to you and your eyes widen at the words printed out. It’s the poem that you had published in the school’s literary magazine last spring about wanting to romanticize your life. Talking about your feelings makes you anxious, but nobody reads those publications. Except for Gyuvin, apparently.

“I liked you before we even met, too,” Gyuvin confesses. “Your poem is actually the reason I got into writing in the first place. I used to read it before all of my games, but I know all the words by heart now, so I just keep it in my wallet for good luck.”

This all feels too good to be true, but his touch keeps you grounded in reality.

“Maybe I should start coming to basketball games again, then,” you think out loud. “I stopped going because I felt awkward not knowing anybody.”

“Well, now you’d know me, and I’ll make sure the whole team gets to know you, too, okay?” The way he smiles at you, his eyes so full of light, takes your breath away.

“Really?” you ask, looking at him in disbelief. The thought of meeting so many new people at the same time scares you, but if Gyuvin likes them, you’re sure you will too.

“On one condition,” he says, closing the gap between the two of you. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand settling on your cheek. “I get to introduce you as my girlfriend.”

“Deal,” you grin, inching closer until your lips are pressed against his. You’re nervous that he’ll somehow figure out that you’ve only ever read about kissing in books, but the way he melts into you tells you that he doesn’t mind.

“You’re going to be late for class,” Gyuvin reminds you, pulling away. He desperately wants to keep going, but not at the expense of your grades.

“Class can wait,” you say, leaning in for another kiss. Your fingers lace themselves through his soft, messy hair. “I said we’d celebrate your nomination, so let’s celebrate.”

[tzuberry]

(cute) things zerobaseone maknae line do as your boyfriend ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, established relationship, bulletpoint

cw none ⠀⠀⠀wc 410, 418, 505, 462 (1,795 overall)⠀⠀⠀reading time 7 minutes

note HELLOOOO i havent posted a fic since july 15th and that was my first fic ever on this account omg... thank u for all the notes on my other post LIKE i didnt expect so much + thank you for 90 followers!! also i might start writing for tiot and evnne if i have time 🫡 likes are reblogs are appreciated if u can 💟

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ricky 리키

lets you play with his hair

i think ricky is honestly extremely particular with his hair, and especially who gets to touch it

his hair isn’t very visibly damaged despite getting it dyed frequently / basically not having black hair since he was probably fifteen years old (and he’s nineteen now, so that says something) so he has to take good care of it not to have it fried off

there were stories about him during bopeul where they said they always saw him fully ready with perfectly styled hair whenever he left his room, too

like i’m not even kidding he has to care for his hair a whole lot or by now he could’ve been bald i’m sorry

when his friends—mainly gyuvin—try to play with his hair or comb their fingers through it, ricky allows it but is not that pleased because he put effort into styling his hair and doesn’t want it to get messed up

gyuvin jokingly whines a little, but is over it after a few seconds

when ricky started dating you, although he thoroughly knew you and almost all of your habits and mannerisms, he didn’t think you would be into playing with his hair

you’re hanging out, watching a movie at your apartment while your head is rested on his shoulder when he feels your fingers suddenly brush through the strands of his hair

he turns to look at you, partly shocked but also just wondering what you’re planning on doing to his hair

you shrug your shoulders, keeping your eyes on the tv and not minding him one bit

“what are you doing?” he asks, a little amused

he expects you to reply playfully, to exchange banter or something like that

but instead, you say, “your hair is really soft, you know,” as you proceed to curl a portion with your finger acting as the curling iron

ricky quite literally folded that day... now he lets you do whatever you want with his hair

you can braid it, curl it, whatever

he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you, even if he spent nearly an hour fixing it this morning

you’re in a cafe talking to gyuvin and gunwook, sitting at the other side of the table when you lift your arm to twirl ricky’s hair, him not remotely flinching at the contact

gyuvin is pleasantly surprised to witness this sight

“you don’t let me do that,” he sulks, aimed at ricky

your boyfriend scoffs. “you’re not [name].”

gyuvin 규빈

always texts you + makes sure you’ve eaten

okay i think i’ve seen a lot of people say this already idk but i think it’s soooo true

gyuvin texts you excessively

like. about anything

there was one instance when his little brother had a crush on a girl, and gyuvin literally went to you for help and his brother didn’t even have an inkling of what was happening

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): [NAME] MY LITTLE BROTHER... is... growing up :(

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he used to be so small i could put him in my pocket and now

yn: what happened???

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): he LIKES A GIRL. who told him it was okay to get a girlfriend? at his toddler age??

yn: gyuvin i love you but we started dating when We were his age

and then he continued to ask you for advice on how to help his brother get the girl he liked

there’s more instances of him oversharing his brother’s life with you, but that ends there

he also buys you snacks all the time

even if you don’t want it. even if you verbally, very clearly, straightforwardly tell him you’re not the tiniest bit hungry

he’s basically your mother oml

he makes those little snack baggies for you to take

before you both graduated, gyuvin would bring you lunch. it didn’t just stop at snacks

he would ask his mom to help him cook for you

and he’d make it all cute and stuff like shaping the rice to be your favorite character

he’d pack it to school and give it to you in the morning. omg

mixing those two things together, you get “have you eaten yet” texts all the time

it’s two pm, and you were so stuck while helping a friend that you regrettably forgot to eat lunch. ‘it’s okay,’ you assure yourself, ‘i had a late breakfast’

gyuvin texts you, asking the usual “have you eaten lunch????” and you lie and say yes

and then your phone rings and you know you can’t avoid it anymore because he can see through your voice when you lie

from the speaker of your phone, gyuvin’s voice is unbelievably attractive—but you choose to ignore that fact for now

“[name],” he deadpans. “be honest. have you eaten?”

choosing to accept defeat, you exhale deeply. “no.”

gyuvin suddenly hangs up and only a text is left on your screen

gyuvin (DO NOT REPLY): i’m coming over in. like 30 minutes i have to ask my mom to help me cook

gunwook 건욱

teaches you how to dance

gunwook is SO good at dancing it’s so crazy

i love watching him on stage because he’s the best performer ever. like he seems to genuinely enjoy it and i hope he never loses that love for dancing / singing / rapping

you on the other hand..... you could be good at dancing too, just definitely not as good as gunwook

so whenever your scheduled dates are interrupted by his extracurriculars at school, you decide to tag along with him, if the members of his clubs don’t mind (which they usually don’t)

one of his extracurriculars is the dance team

and most of the time, when your preplanned dates are cancelled because of an extracurricular he has lined up for him, it is almost always dance

so you end up following him to the practice room, silently watching him in the corner so as to not obstruct their view of the mirror by sitting directly in front of them

his eyes light up with the flame of passion you adore so much, and you’re so content that even if your date is cancelled because of this, you’re not annoyed and you still get to indirectly spend some time with him by spectating him as he does what he likes

in the short breaks that he gets, he takes the opportunity to sit beside you on the floor and ask about your day

when the practice session ends, he asks if it’s okay with you if he stays to polish up the routine, to which you say yes and offer to stay with him because everyone else has started to leave

after a while, he grows tired and plops down next to you

gunwook chuckles. “i’m sorry for cancelling our date and making you stay with me.”

“it’s alright, i like watching you dance.” you smile

he abruptly stiffens up, irises reflecting the light, making his eyes glow excitedly. “do i dance well? what do you think?”

you giggle. “you dance very well. a lot better than i can, for sure.”

“mhm, yeah?” he grins widely, and you know what he’s going to do

gunwook jumps up on his feet, extending his hand out to you to help you get up

“you just need a little help.” he nods proudly. “you’re lucky i’m your boyfriend.”

you take his hand, and he leads you to the center of the room and he starts to dance with you ballroom style (???) like the waltz and stuff

he guides your arms over his shoulder to circle his neck, and his hands rest on your waist and then he starts counting, “4... 3... 2... 1... like this,” as he takes a singular step in different directions, encouraging you to mirror his movements

you almost trip, but you tightly cling on to his shoulders before you can fall

gunwook laughs. “enough dancing for today?”

“yes, please,” you agree, letting your body fall forwards into a hug with him

“alright. if you’re not that tired, are you still up for that date?”

yujin 유진

(tries to) initiate / enjoys physical touch

yujin doesn’t seem like his love language is physical touch.... i know gyuvin does it a lot to him and he kinda pretends to not like it but it’s so endearing and i sooo believe he deep down loves it

it’s the same with you, but he’s the one intiating it

he never thought he liked skinship all that much, because he would even jokingly say it pestered him a little at times when gyuvin would dote on him

but when it came to you, and when you first started dating, he was itching to hold your hand

it was so new to him because he never craved for anyone’s physical affection before

all his older friends like gyuvin and gunwook would always just.... initiate skinship for him and he thought he didn’t like it but

suddenly you come along, and you don’t even try to hold his hand

he thought couples were supposed to hold hands?? and hug??

but you’re not budging and it’s so frustrating

while walking you home from school like usual, as you tell him about your day, he tries to gather the courage to intertwine your hands

it doesn’t work, and he’s left with cold hands as he stares at you enter your front door

“next time,” he whispers to no one but the wind

next time comes and still... he’s too nervous to hold your hand

the distance between your palms is less than four inches, and all he has to do is take the leap—besides, nothing could go that wrong. you like him and he likes you

he purposely bumps the back of his hand with yours, but doesn’t actually take your hand in his

he awkwardly rubs his nape, unsure of what to do now

your brows knit together, as you’re now aware of yujin’s weird behavior

“yujin?” you tug on his uniform sleeve. “is something wrong?”

“no! nothing’s wrong,” he quickly denies, “don’t worry about it.”

“okay... can i see your hand, though?” you request, and it successfully confuses him because why do you want to see his hand?

he obliges, giving it to you palm up when you lace your fingers with his

“i’ve noticed you trying to hold my hand since last week,” you say, giggling. “i was waiting for you to do it, but i guess you’re too shy.”

“i’m not that shy,” yujin defends, looking down at your interlocked hands... ‘this is a good feeling,’ he thinks

you nod passively. “it’s fine. it’s one of the reasons why i like you.” you swing both your hands back and forth in the space between you

yujin doesn’t try to retort, only relishing the feeling of your hand in his

skinship isn’t so bad... maybe he could get used to this.

[seolpsy]

zerobaseone — domestic things they would do as your boyfriend !

pairing. bf!zerobaseone x gn!reader

notes. decided to write again hehehe i havent updated in soooo long but i missed u guys!! ttm :))

word count. 286, warnings. none

kim jiwoong

- listens to you when you talk about your day.

- cooks your favorite meals.

- rests his hand on your back.

- acts goofy when you’re sad to cheer you up.

zhang hao

- sits close to you when you’re together.

- helps you finish your chores/run errands.

- makes silly vlogs about his day to send to you later.

- asks you how you’re feeling every day.

sung hanbin

- gives you massages.

- takes care of you when you’re sick.

- slow dances with you in the dark.

- offers you a bite of food before he takes one.

seok matthew

- tells you he misses you when you’re apart.

- laughs at your inside jokes.

- watches movies and shows with you, even if he’s bored.

- cuddles in bed with you in the morning before getting up.

kim taerae

- makes you a cup of coffee/tea every morning.

- sings you to sleep at night.

- interlocks your arm with his when you’re sitting next to each other.

- remembers the little things you tell him.

shen ricky

- takes you shopping.

- rubs your thumb when holding hands.

- looks at you from across the room to make sure you’re okay.

- surprises you with “just because” gifts.

kim gyuvin

- calls you when he misses you.

- gives you hugs and kisses for no reason.

- sends pictures of things that remind him of you.

- takes the peel off of fruits for you.

park gunwook

- sends you cute text messages when he’s thinking about you.

- always compliments you.

- makes eye contact with you and smiles.

- gives you his sweater when you’re cold.

han yujin

- holds your hand often.

- listens to you attentively when you talk.

- buys snacks for you when you’re hungry.

- writes you little notes in the morning before he leaves.

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