#zb1 x (Y/n)

[fanbasetwo]

┊ ZEROBASEONE NSFW LINKS!! ♡︎

pairing: legal line of zb1 x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links, a lot of nasty stuff tbh . [LIBRARY]

[001] — although you and jiwoong had been fighting for a few days, what were the results? better than ever. when he fingered you to make up for the argument, what could be better than you caressing his dick?

[002] — hao most certainly did not understand what you meant when you invited him to test a new s.x toy. he did understand what you meant, though, now that you were using it on him.

[003] — you were supposed to spend the weekend to ensure you had had some quality time with your husband but somehow that statement could also mean—some good fucking quality time with your husband hanbin. switching places on the counter with him eating your pussy and then you returning the favor by licking your favourite treat, his cock.

[004] — it was too difficult for you to stay apart from matthew, but the energy was evident when you two were reunited. soft caressing, gentle riding, and quick fucking with tender cuddles are all examples.

[005] — taerae was rather on the gentle side but would you complain when he punishes you for being a brat all day?

[006] — just ricky taking his favourite girl, you, in doggy style after you jokingly said that “his dick isn't enough to satisfy you” guess he'll have to prove himself then.

[007] — when your sweet boyfriend gyuvin took you against the wall after you said that you liked men who did it “rough” all the while knowing that gyuvin had been anything but rough… but guess you changed it for once.

[008] — you were completely opposed to gunwook’s idea at first, but as he demonstrated what it really included, now, you didn't appear to mind it all that much. He teased you by inserting his cock inside your underwear and rubbing it next to your pussy, getting the material so moist that it was nearly translucent and extremely sensitive.

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[atzhrts]

pls pls pls more horny zb1 texts those are so so so good😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

tysm pooks 🤞🏻

references in gyuvins & haos. look up “tati westbrook time and place” if you don’t get haos and “070 was so sweet and willing” if you don’t get gyuvins

for some reason my auto correct keeps wanting to make them british 😞 ricky is supposed to say “my” not “me”

[serejae]

stay a while | s.hanbin

pairing : hanbin x reader

genre: fluff , being hanbins passenger princess

warnings : kissing, very self indulgent ugh i need him

-the members would mess up your seat but hanbin knows where you like your sest exactly

- always has your essential in the glove box

-the radio is yours, doesnt care what hes listening to as long as its you

-during roadtrips he never needs caffeine or anything, just talk and that keeps his energy up

-when you two are ordering food through the drive through, he lets you order. you’ll lean over his seat to which he admires you, you look at him staring only for him to lean in for a kiss (self indulgent)

-drives you anywhere you want, no complains, no matter where it is or the time

-in his backseat he has your plushies, blankets, anything you need to sleep peacefully

-and forbid any of the members mess up your plushes or “hurt” them, hes kicking them out of the car (jk)

-he knows the exact temperature you like the car, and he goes with it no matter if its too hot or cold for him

-your seat would have those special head pillows or neck pillows just for it to be comfy for you

-in the sun visor mirror (the little flappy thing infront of the drivers and passenger seat with the mirror) he has your initials next to the mirror made with rhinestones

-has a polariod of you and him on his dashboard as well and a plush that reminds him of you

-im sick. he would open ur car door and if you were trying to get out, he’ll run out the car before you could open your door to open it from the outside for you

- he drives with one hand. i repeat with ONE HAND. the other hand is on your thigh or holding yours

-as he pumps gas, if he sees you look at him hes gonna send a flying kiss to you in the car

-will always buckle your seatbelt for you doing that leaning over thing 😐

-if one store didnt have what you were craving, he’ll drive to another no complaints and if you were too tired to go in he’ll go in and scan the store for you

[blue-jisungs]

MORE BOXER GUNWOOK I BEGGGGGGGGGGGG IM RIPPING MY HAIR OUT LOSING MY MIND RNNN

work out method

author's note. hehe you ask you shall receive!! also wrote it for @slytherinshua bc i enjoy making u lose ur mind :D

warnings. not a warning really but it’s specified it’s fem!reader that loves pink, lowkey a pilates princess if you will; violence mention n just,, its boxer gunwook so its related to that; sohee/jiwoong/hanbin cameo + slight jealousy. ALSO this is a continuation of this but it can be read separately c:

word count. 1429

“seriously?” jiwoong scoffed and halted his movement. gunwook used that to his advantage, landing a sharp punch in the older’s chest. 

only after doing that, he turned his head to where jiwoong was facing. 

and instantly a smile broke out on his intensely focused face dripping with sweat. 

“hi baby!” you yelled out and waved your hand. 

what jiwoong reaction meant was probably the ridiculousness of this situation (well, he always joked a bit about your relationship – gunwook being the violent boxer, and you being the embodiment of pink sunshine). 

your whole outfit was pastel pink, even your mat and water bottle. gunwook’s eyes also noticed the little bow on your tied hair.

“i hope i’m not interrupting! wookie said i could use the gym anytime so here i am. don’t mind me, boys” you hummed and gunwook felt jiwoong’s burning gaze on his face.

“’wookie’? seriously?” the older teased and came back to his fighting posture. 

“you’re just jealous, you’re single as fuck” gunwook grunted and also kept his stance, observing you with a corner of his eye. 

you were just putting on your pink headphones with hello kitty stickers on them. 

it was rather amusing, he had to admit. the image of you, all sweet and sugary in a pink outfit, in this obscurely messy (and probably stinky) place. filled with gym rats, and not a single hint of pink anywhere. 

“focus, park. i know you want to fly to your barbie doll like a puppy in love but you still have a training to finish” jiwoong hissed harshly, throwing a direct punch at his pupil. 

gunwook just grunted and ducked in the last second, keeping distance. 

but he couldn’t quite focus, to be frank. your sudden visit just made him so happy and he just wanted to have you in his arms and– 

wait. 

why is that guy approaching you? 

“snap back!” jiwoong raised his tone but only the punch landed on gunwook’s collarbone made him realize that. 

he took a few steps back from the impact, eyes glued to you. and sohee. 

this idiot. why did even hanbin bring him here? and why is he talking to you– 

a painful hit coming to a contact with his jaw. gunwook lost balance and fell on the floor with a slam, causing you to turn around. 

there was worry in your eyes, ready to approach him but he just shook his head and quickly stood back up. 

“jealousy is a disease, get well soon” jiwoong snickered and patted his back “go sort this guy out and come back. take that as a break, maybe then you will focus” 

gunwook sent him a boyish smile and left the boxing ring, hand glued to his jaw. 

“i saw that, my poor baby” you whined as soon as you saw him approaching and walked up to him, cupping his face. 

you took care of him many times, countless nights spent on bandaging and cleaning his wounds. 

gunwook melted upon your touch, the adrenaline rush coming off of him. then, he eyed sohee up and down. 

“don’t you have training to finish? where’s hanbin?” your boyfriend hissed and you just sent him a shocked look. 

“you’re younger than me, gunwook. stop bossing around” sohee frowned and crossed his arms “i was just being polite and said hello to your girl”

“exactly, my girl–” gunwook’s next words were muffled because you squished his cheeks roughly, preventing his lips from moving. 

“i apologize, sohee. wookie can sometimes be a little mean” you smiled sweetly and saw the amusement in the guy’s eyes.

“’wookie’?” he repeated with a mocking smile and shook his head “it’s fine, y/n. i’ll go back to training now, have a good one!”

you let gunwook’s face go and waved at sohee. before you could even register him waving back, gunwook placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

“hi” he grinned like an idiot, clearly happy that you two are alone now” 

“hi, mr boxer. how was your day? did you kick some ass?” you asked, tucking a strand of his hair away from his eyes. it stocked to his forehead because of the sweat but you weren’t grossed out. 

“mhm. jiwoong is gonna be all sore tomorrow” he hummed and adored your face. you looked so cute “do you need me to help you with warming up?” 

your brows shot up in surprise. 

“do you have the time? i’m pretty sure you were in the middle of–” you started and gunwook leaned closer, lips brushing against yours. his hands rested on your hips.

“grandpa can wait” he whispered, obviously having jiwoong in mind. 

you chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on his chapped lips. 

gunwook helped you stretch a bit at first, occasionally eyeing sohee angrily through the mirror on the wall. 

his hands were guiding you softly, gentle touches fixing your position. 

jiwoong looked at you two from the corner of the gym with an amused smile. 

“he acts so rough and rebellious but look at him, hearts in his eyes as he’s so careful with her” his coach cooed and hanbin, who was next to him, nodded. 

“they are such a cute couple” 

and it was true; gunwook used to be an illegal boxer, almost everyday risking his life for some adrenaline and underground fame. you knew about it but that didn’t stop your heart from hurting whenever he came home all bruised up. 

one day you two decided to put this to a halt: it was slowly eating your relationship alive. 

gunwook decided to become a professional boxer, seek legal training and slow down with the championships and weekly fights. 

he was rough, it was like second nature to him. but with you he was always gentle, as if scared to break you in half. 

one maybe wouldn’t notice but jiwoong, who has been training the younger for a while now, certainly saw it. not only now but in general, you had a good influence on him.

so why not let the kid goof around for a little longer before dragging him back to practice? 

“c’mon, five more” gunwook encouraged you and all of a sudden warming up became an actual training. 

he was gently holding your ankles, playful smile on his lips, as you were laying on the ground. you’ve already done twenty crunches but he knew you could do five more. 

“one crunch one kiss” you mumbled and he nodded with a grin. 

with such a motivation, you managed to pull up and met his lips halfway. erupting into giggles when you laid back, you couldn’t help but adore his smile too. 

“i think i might start using that method as well” gunwook clicked his tongue and you did the second one. 

“but you work out here, not at home. and im rarely here” you teased and your back met the ground again. “will you do it with jiwoong? or maybe sohee?”

“just hurry up and do the third one” he grunted and you did, pecking his soft lips. he spoke up after you pulled back “fair point though, i might just start warming up at home” 

you tried to catch your breath, your stomach muscles near giving up. 

“come on, two more” your boyfriend tilted his head, sneaky smirk on his features. 

you rolled your eyes and gathered your strength: with a swift move you moved forward, almost bumping into his nose. gunwook chuckled quietly and started drawing circles on your ankles with his fingers. 

“last one, baby. you’ve got this” he hummed, brown eyes shining with enthusiasm. 

and you did. with a dramatic groan you pulled back up and met his lips, this time kissing him a little more passionately. gunwook’s hand sneaked up and squeezed your knee, deepening the kiss. 

“gross, absolutely gross. and trust me, i have seen a lot taking place in this gym. chop, chop, wookie. back to training” jiwoong’s voice boomed above you and you pulled away, flustered. 

gunwook full on ignored his coach, though. he just kept staring at you with a wide smile. 

seeing you all blushing, in the place he couldn’t imagine his life without, doing what he loves… with you by your side. it was a good decision to give up illegal boxing. besides, he gets to see you more often–

“now” before gunwook realized, jiwoong was pulling him up by his shirt. 

“just go train and wrap up early. we can continue our training at home” you mumbled and saw his cocky smile before jiwoong dragged him to the ring again. 

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @haecien ,, @stryroses

[4doras]

DOCTOR! DOCTOR! ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

how could a star player who never makes a mistake keep getting hurt? ⊹♡

basketballer!gunwook x studentnurse!reader

genre. fluff, mentions of getting hurt

wc. 1.4k

a/n. doctor doctor is stuck in my head and i’ve been wanting to make a gunwook fic, so it’s perfect timing ^_^

everyone knew park gunwook — gunwook, the star player of the school’s basketball team, gunwook, the guy who never missed a shot, gunwook, who wouldn’t miss a game for the world. he loved basketball, and everyone loved him, everyone except you.

you didn’t hate him per se, but you wouldn’t seem to find the hype around him. of course, you could agree if people spoke about his looks, but his personality? he wasn’t anything special.

more under the cut!

gunwook was flawless on the court with his precision and skill. no one could ever remember a time when he made a mistake, but lately, something odd had started. ever since you became the nurse at the clinic, gunwook had been getting injured more than usual. it was as if every time he played, he’d somehow end up with a bruise or a twisted ankle, always finding his way to you to get treated.

you couldn’t understand why he; who was so perfect, kept making these mistakes on the court. due to your slight dislike of him, you tried to keep your distance, but with each injury, you ended up seeing him more. and though you didn’t want to admit it, a small part of you wondered if it was more than just bad luck.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

“y/n?” a voice echoed through your silent office, “could you bring your kit and come to the court? gunwook got hit in the head.” you recognised the boy as one of gunwook’s friends, another basketball player. “alright, i’ll be right there.” you kept your composure light and smiley, but you couldn’t think of a way how gunwook, someone who was also known to have good agility, could’ve been hit in the head hard enough to need someone to care for him.

you weren’t in any rush to go over, not like the other players were, but when you noticed him rubbing his head, you figured that you might as well check, turning your slow walk into a paced jog.

as you made your way over, you noticed his friends were acting a bit… strange. they weren’t laughing or making jokes, but there was a weird energy between them — glances exchanged, suppressed smiles, like they were all in on something. gunwook wasn’t in much pain, just a bit shaken, but his friends were acting like everything was perfectly normal, almost too normal, considering the situation. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but the way they behaved around gunwook left you feeling a little suspicious. they weren't concerned, not in the way you'd expect after an impact like that, making you wonder if they were up to something.

you crouched by him, holding him up so he’d sit up properly, had he been laying down flat before. “does it hurt here?” you gently put pressure on his forehead, unsure of where he got hit. “a little,” his voice carried a hint of discomfort, “it’s kinda like… here.” he took your hand off of his forehead, bringing it to the side of his head. “tell me when it hurts.” you gradually applied more and more pressure on the area, promptly hearing a wince. “i think you’ll be okay, just be careful. follow me, i’ll get you some ice.” you got back up, extending your hand toward him, offering him help to get back on his feet.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

he sat in front of you, waiting for whatever help you could give. once you looked at gunwook closer, you noticed a few scratches on his hands and a small cut on his forehead. it wasn’t serious, but you still reached for some ointment and a plaster to tend to the wounds. carefully applying it to his forehead, you found herself realizing gunwook looked a lot cuter up close than you ever really paid attention to before. his features were soft, and even with the small scrapes, there was something about him that made him seem a bit more attractive than she’d expected. you quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing on helping him rather than letting her mind wander.

you couldn’t be thinking like this — about gunwook, or anything else that made your heart flutter a little, but it was hard. it didn’t make sense. you knew he wouldn’t like you back, and that was fine. you didn't think less of yourself, but the truth was clear: there were so many other girls that were prettier and ‘more his type’ who thought of him the same way too. you had no reason to dwell on these feelings, especially when it wouldn’t lead anywhere. you couldn’t let herself get caught up in something pointless.

“focus, y/n. don’t daydream, your patient is hurt!” he whined, playing a small pout on his lips. “i’m not… i’m just a bit tired.” you hoped your lie was strategic enough, but acting wasn’t your major. he could see straight through you. “hm,” he cooed, “tired of what?” gunwook tilted his head to the side in mild confusion, the corner of his lips curled up into a playful smile as he looked at you. it was almost as if he knew that you weren’t telling the truth and was waiting for you to explain. “tired of you always coming here. i thought you were the best player, how come you keep ending up hurt?”

gunwook couldn’t help but giggle, seeing how clueless you were. you had no idea how obvious his feelings were. it was like a secret game to him, watching you so unaware of how much he liked you, despite him constantly creating a reason to find you.

gunwook knew exactly what he was doing when he’d fake an injury during basketball practice. it wasn’t that he actually got hurt, but he’d always manage to ‘slip’ or ‘twist’ something just enough to need attention. but the real reason? he loved having your attention on him. he’d sit there, trying to hide his grin, pretending to be in pain just to have you close. it wasn’t that he wanted to get hurt, but the way you cared for him made his heart race, and the excuse to see you — even for just a moment — was worth it every time.

“you’re seriously blind, huh?” he folded his arms, an irritating smirk on his lips. “i like you, silly. i’ve only been getting hurt because i wanna see you, and it wasn’t even that big of an issue… to me, at least.” gunwook couldn’t help but smile, his eyes lit up with a quiet confidence, as if the words he just said were exactly what he’d been waiting to say for a long time.

“what?” you couldn’t find the right words. you wanted to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn’t come out. every time you opened your mouth, it felt like they got stuck somewhere in your throat, tangled. the more he came to your office, it became more obvious to you that you liked him. you knew that much — maybe more than you even realized; but trying to put it into words felt impossible. it wasn’t that you were unsure of your feelings, it was just that every time you looked at him, all you could think about was how much you wanted him to know, but not knowing how to say it.

“i’m not joking, y/n. why do you think i’d keep coming here for something so small, like a cut? i could take care of that at home. i come here because i like you, because i want to see you.” gunwook looked at you, his eyes held an honesty that was impossible to miss, as if everything he was feeling was laid bare in that quiet, unwavering gaze.

“please, give me a chance, y/n.” you couldn’t say no to him, his eyes were basically kneeling in front of you, pleading for you to say yes. “you’re so desperate, it really doesn’t fit your look.” you giggled. you couldn’t believe the park gunwook was on his knees for you. “is that a no?” he said, in a much, much sadder voice. “i didn’t say it was.” you couldn’t help but laugh at his face. “i like you too, gunwook. but you better stop getting hurt for me.” you crossed your arms, pretending to look annoyed, but the playful smirk tugging at your lips betrayed you.

“i promise i’ll stop,” he put his pinky out, “and i’ll win every game for you.” his smile grew bigger. you locked your pinky with his, and pressed your thumbs together. “you better.”

[suunani]

sweeter than cookies ( sung hanbin )

▍ hanbin needs your help for baking cookies.

content : 1300 words, male reader, neighbor!hanbin, fluff fluff and only fluff, hanbin don’t know how to bake cookies (or did he?), they’re both crushing on each other ig.

you were halfway through your favorite tv show when the doorbell rang.

it wasn’t a sound you heard often. living alone meant minimal interruptions, and the only person who ever stopped by was your neighbor, sung hanbin — but that was still rare.

hanbin, the sweet and ridiculously attractive guy next door, always seemed busy with something.

and as much as you’d like to spend more time with him, your interactions were mostly polite greetings in the hallway or quick chats about packages and apartment maintenance.

which is why you weren’t expecting him tonight, especially when you opened the door to see him completely covered in flour.

“hey…” hanbin started, his voice hesitant.

his apron was crooked, his dark hair flecked with white powder, and he was holding a tray of what looked like… well, something burnt beyond recognition.

“i know this is random, but… i need your help. please.”

for a second, you just blinked at him, trying to process what you were seeing.

sung hanbin, always so polished and put-together, stood before you looking like he’d lost a battle with a bakery. his wide, pleading eyes locked onto yours, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“help with what?” you asked, though the evidence was pretty clear.

“baking,” he admitted sheepishly.

he glanced down at the tray in his hands, then back at you. “it’s my friend’s birthday tomorrow, and i thought it’d be nice to make something myself, but… well.”

he gestured at the tray, his expression somewhere between defeated and embarrassed.

your laughter bubbled up before you could stop it.

“hanbin, what even is that?”

“cookies!” he said, trying to sound confident, though the blackened lumps on the tray told a different story. “at least, they were supposed to be.”

you leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms as you took in the full picture : his flushed face, the smudges of flour on his hands, the way his apron was hanging loosely on one side.

it was hilarious, yes, but also ridiculously cute.

“and you thought i’d be the one to fix this disaster?”

“well…” hanbin shifted his weight, his lips pulling into a shy smile. “i’ve seen you cook. through your window sometimes. you look like you know what you’re doing. and, honestly, i’m desperate.”

there was no way you could say no to him — not when he was looking at you like that.

“alright,” you said, stepping aside to let him in. “let’s see what we can do.”

your kitchen wasn’t particularly big, but it was well-equipped. hanbin stood awkwardly near the counter, holding the burnt tray like it might crumble to ashes at any second.

you grabbed it from him and set it aside, then started pulling out ingredients from your cabinets.

“first off,” you said, turning back to him. “we’re starting from scratch. no offense, but i don’t trust whatever recipe you were using.”

hanbin chuckled nervously. “none taken. i think i might’ve missed a few steps… or all of them.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you didn’t follow the recipe?”

“well, i skimmed it,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “and then i kind of guessed on some of the measurements.”

“right,” you said, trying to suppress a laugh. “lesson one : baking is not guessing. you can’t just throw things together and hope for the best.”

hanbin pouted — a real, full-on pout — and you had to look away for a second to keep your composure.

“okay, chef,” he said, a playful lilt in his voice. “teach me your ways.”

you walked him through the steps, starting with creaming butter and sugar.

hanbin stood next to you, intently watching your hands as you measured ingredients and explained each step. he was surprisingly attentive, nodding along and asking questions that made you pause and smile.

but it didn’t take long for his focus to waver.

“like this?” hanbin asked, taking the spatula from you and giving the mixture a tentative stir.

“almost,” you said, leaning in to adjust his grip. “you want to fold it, not just mix it around.”

you didn’t miss the way his breath hitched slightly when your hand brushed against his. you glanced up, catching him staring at you, his lips parted just enough to make your heart stutter.

“you okay?” you asked, your voice quieter than before.

he blinked, his cheeks coloring faintly.

“yeah! yeah, just… trying to learn,” he said, his tone a little too bright.

you didn’t push it, though the way he quickly turned back to the bowl made you chuckle under your breath.

as the baking continued, hanbin’s attempts at subtle glances grew less and less discreet. he’d watch you as you rolled out the dough, his gaze lingering when you licked a bit of frosting off your finger.

when you caught him staring for the third time, you finally decided to address it.

“is there something on my face?” you asked, breaking the silence.

hanbin froze, his eyes widening. “what? no! i was just…” he trailed off, clearly flustered.

“just what?” you teased, leaning against the counter and folding your arms.

he opened his mouth, closed it, then groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“i’m not good at this,” he mumbled.

“at baking?”

“at… at pretending i’m only here for baking tips,” he admitted, his voice muffled behind his hands.

that caught you off guard. “what do you mean?”

hanbin peeked at you through his fingers, his ears turning red. “what i mean… i didn’t just come here because of the cookies. i wanted an excuse to spend time with you.”

for a moment, you just stared at him, your mind racing to catch up. he wasn’t joking. the shy, hopeful look on his face made that clear.

“well,” you said slowly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you could’ve just asked.”

hanbin’s hands dropped, his eyes meeting yours in surprise. “really?”

“yeah,” you said, stepping closer. “i wouldn’t have said no. though i have to admit, this whole flour-covered, burnt-cookie situation is kind of charming.”

he laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. “great. so i didn’t have to humiliate myself?”

“not at all,” you said, grinning. “but i’m glad you did. otherwise, i wouldn’t get to see you like this.”

“like what?”

“adorable,” you replied, your voice soft.

hanbin’s breath hitched again, but this time, he didn’t look away. “you think i’m adorable?”

“i do,” you said, holding his gaze. “and next time, maybe we can bake something together from the start. no excuses needed.”

his lips curved into a shy, radiant smile. “i’d like that.”

by the time the cookies were baked and cooling on the counter, the awkwardness between you had melted away. hanbin leaned against the counter, watching you carefully place the last batch onto a cooling rack.

“these turned out way better than mine,” he said, his tone light.

“you don’t say,” you teased, glancing at the burnt tray he’d brought over.

hanbin laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “thanks for helping me. and for, you know… not kicking me out after i showed up looking like this.”

“hey, i kind of like this version of you,” you said, smirking. “flour-covered and hopelessly cute.”

he groaned, though the smile on his face betrayed him.

“you’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“probably not,” you admitted, grabbing a cookie and handing it to him. “but i’ll make it up to you. next time, you can watch me embarrass myself just for trying to impress you.”

hanbin paused, his cookie halfway to his mouth.

“you don’t have to try to impress me,” he said quietly.

the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then he smiled, breaking the tension. “but i wouldn’t mind watching you bake more. you’re kind of amazing at it.”

“careful,” you said, grinning. “keep saying things like that, and i might think you actually like me.”

hanbin’s smile softened. “maybe i do.”

and just like that, you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time hanbin showed up at your door.

[niki-phoria]

찬란한 day and night / 내일의 너와 나 love again

notes: gn reader, 429 words, happy birthday my lovely jiwoong <33 i'm wishing for nothing but great things for you now and forever :)) sorry about the unexpected hiatus !! finals are killing me lol, forgive any mistakes i wrote this in like 30 mins lmao, title from zb1 - reaching for you

“you’re crushing me,” KIM JIWOONG groans as he playfully complains. 

“i’m not crushing you,” you scoff but shift your position to the side nonetheless. jiwoong tenses slightly beneath you when you nuzzle yourself closer against him. your head rests comfortably against his shoulder; your legs are haphazardly draped over his torso. 

jiwoong sighs softly but doesn’t protest otherwise. he wraps his arms around your waist comfortably, allowing you to hide your face into the crook between his neck and shoulder. stray strands of your hair tickle against his soft skin, making him scrunch up his nose at the feeling. 

beside you, the small candle you had set on your table glows brightly. the familiar scent of vanilla fills the air, wafting comfortably throughout your apartment. hao had gifted it to you a few days prior, insisting it was a “pre-christmas gift.” 

jiwoong’s skin feels cool against your back when he slips a hand beneath your shirt, rubbing miscellaneous shapes against your side. you curl further into his touch at the comforting feeling, nuzzling yourself even closer against him. “hanbin wants us to stop by later,” he says quietly, careful not to break the comfortable silence. “something about wanting to have a family dinner for the holidays.”

“sounds nice,” you mumble. “remind me to make some dessert or something for him. we both know you all could use the help cooking.” 

jiwoong chuckles softly, silently humming in agreement. “i’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” 

you sigh quietly as you begin to feel yourself growing more tired. jiwoong’s dull nails scratch gently against your skin. the comforting feeling slowly lulls you to sleep as the sun begins to set around your apartment, leaving only the small vanilla candle sitting on your coffee table illuminating the room. 

leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against the skin just beneath jiwoong’s ear. the feeling sends shivers racing down his spine and butterflies swarming throughout his stomach. “what are you doing?” he whispers. 

you smile softly, this time pressing a kiss against his cheek. “nothing,” you murmur. your lips trace against his smooth skin, pressing little kisses wherever you can reach. a deep flush spreads across his cheeks when you cup his face between your hands, gently stroking your thumb against the ridge of his cheekbones. 

“i love you.” your lips feel chapped when they brush against his skin when you lean upwards to press a fleeting kiss against the underside of his jaw. you comfortably rest your hand against his chest, feeling the steady beating of his heart in his chest. 

“i love you, too.”

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[miumura]

YUJIN HAVING YOU AS A CHILDHOOD CRUSH!

( 제로베이스원 한유진 ) ﹕what it's like for yujin to have you as his childhood crush

𝓹airing yujin x childhood crush gn!reader ⟡ 𝓰enre pining (yujin) ∿ fluff ⟡ 𝔀arnings none in particular, yujin is just cute Realness!!!! wc ( 0.5-0.7k+ ) ⟡ 𝓼oph’s 𝓷otes ⟡ thank you so much for requesting !! i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed the writing process for yujin >3< !!

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who never knew what was it was to like someone romantically until the moment you ran up to him with that radiant smile, extending your hand and said, “i’m y/n, what’s your name?” from that day on, he felt like now he just finally knew.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who found his eyes brightening every time someone brought up your name. his attention would always seem to increase as he actively listened to others talk about how wonderful you were, leaving him nodding in agreement too. it always made him happy to know that others saw in you what he had seen all along.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who would often ask you if you could be partners with him in everything—from games to projects—simply because he wants to spend him with you. he’d pout and argue that, out of everyone, he knew you the longest—so of course, he had the right to choose you first.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who covered for you whenever he felt like you were about to get in trouble. if they don’t buy his explanation, he’d fully take the blame by creating a good explanation (that’s hard to refute) or say he was apart of it, just so you wouldn’t feel alone if you were punished.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who found himself trying to indulge in whatever interested you, just so he could bring it up once and have you ramble on about it. he loves listening to you talk, so you can bet he’d be listening intently, knowing that he gets to hear you while understanding it all.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who often sneaks glances at you whenever he could. he does it just to make sure that you were feeling alright, or simply, just because he wants to.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who finds himself sulk quietly to himself when something or someone gets your attention rather than him. even despite how he’s feeling, he just simply lets it happen, knowing he can’t keep you to himself.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who attempts to make these jokes to make you smile, but only makes himself a fool with his slip ups and him getting embarrassed midway through. regardless, if he still heard you laugh, then his mistakes were suddenly all worth it.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who finally works up the courage to ask you out with the help of his friends. he spends hours rehearsing his confession, pacing back and forth as he mumbles the words under his breath. even with him forgetting his lines and going off on a nervous tangent for too much of his liking, he’s determined to get it just right—because you’re worth every second of his preparation.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who went to your house with a teddy bear and chocolate, his ears turning redder by the minute as he rambled—completely forgetting what he had rehearsed a month prior.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who felt overjoyed when you accepted his confession, finding himself grinning on the way home. that day, all he could think about was your words and especially the kiss he managed to get with the boldness he never knew he had.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND YUJIN who always knew and wanted you to be the one and only for him.

💬 — i don’t know why i didn’t work on this sooner,, this request was soooo 😞🫶

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[kiwihrt]

cool guy? · park gunwook

summary. after some encouragement by his classmates, park gunwook decides to go up to you and confess something · high school au

park gunwook x reader · fluff · 1k words · masterlist

As the sunlight peeked through the trees and poured through the classroom window, you found it relaxing, yet blinding. You were squinting, trying to see what was written on the board, but you could only vaguely make out the large letters written at the top—something about preparing for summer break.

You put a hand above your eyes, blocking the sun so you could write down as much as you could before the bell went off for lunch. You wrote down a mere five words before you heard the shrill ring, and began rushing to get as much done as you could.

With a sigh, you pulled out your phone, deciding to take a picture and write down the rest during lunch instead.

After picking up your things, you made your way into the crowded hallway, pushing past students and slowly making your way to the cafeteria. You had your own lunch so you just tucked yourself into a relatively empty corner of the room, pulling out your food and your notebook.

It wasn’t long before you heard the chattering voices begin to float closer, and a once empty table was now occupied by a friend group. You tried your best to ignore them and let the sounds of their voices blend with the rest of the noise of the cafeteria, but they were simply too close and too loud. You let out a sigh, feeling frustrated at the lack of work you were able to get done today.

You reached into your backpack, pulling out your headphones so that you could play your studying playlist, and just as you had popped one side into your left ear, you heard a certain familiar word. A name—your name.

Your head snapped up, and you looked at the group ahead of you, finding that a few of the boys sitting at the table in front of you were looking at you discreetly. They quickly looked away, eyes darting around as they tried to pretend they weren’t looking at all. What were they doing?

You noticed one boy in particular who was sitting at the end of the table, the perfect spot for you to see his side profile. His cheeks and ears were dusted pink, as he spoke rapidly to his friends. It was kind of cute, actually. You had never seen him like this. Park Gunwook was usually the type that looked so confident in everything he did. He was the cool guy.

For a moment, he glanced at you, looking panicked when he noticed that your gaze hadn’t shifted yet. You looked back down to your notebook, confused at the current events. Why were you the topic of their conversation?

You decided to leave out one of your headphones so that you could listen in, but they were talking quieter now. You felt so awkward and seen knowing that they were probably looking at you. This type of attention wasn’t something that you ever gravitated to. In fact, you tried to avoid it.

By the time you realized that you hadn’t gotten any more work done, you heard footsteps coming towards you, and then you saw someone in your peripherals. When you looked up, Gunwook was standing there, looking far less confident than he usually did.

The moment your gaze fell on him, he looked away awkwardly, and then pointed to the seat opposite to you. “Can I sit here?”

Startled at the question, your mouth fell open for a moment, but you then said, “go ahead.”

When he sat down, there was a a small awkward silence between the two of you, followed by some groans from his friends, one of them even face palming.

“I like your pen.” You saw him pointing to the pen in your hands, which had a cat on the top of it. “It’s cute.”

You pursed your lips, suddenly feeling embarrassed that he noticed the pen. You shifted it around in your fingers, glancing at him. “Thanks.”

Before another awkward silence could fall over the two of you, you spoke next. “I like your shoes.” You tapped the table with your pen. “They’re nice.”

“Thank you.” He said, startled. Somehow his face turned more red. “I- yeah, they’re new.” He nodded. “Anyway, I was thinking…”

You looked down at your notebook, holding back a smile at the way Gunwook was acting. It was strange, seeing someone who always looked to collected, now acting so flustered.

Gunwook put his hand on the back of his neck, dropping his head down as he refused to look you in the eye. “Did you… maybe… uh, hold on— how about— could we maybe—“

“Is he serious? All that pep talk for nothing?” You heard one of his friends murmur in the background.

“Do you want… to go out sometime?” Gunwook mumbled out.

Now, as you sat in front of the boy you’ve been secretly crushing on for months, you felt your heart skip a beat. Your mouth fell open in shock, and the loud cafeteria was no longer bothering you.

Gunwook looked more nervous as the seconds ticked by, hearing nothing but your silence, but before it became too late and he started to make an excuse, you rushed out a response. “I would love that.”

Now Gunwook’s expression was mirroring yours, before he broke out into a delighted smile, his cheeks still tinted red. “Okay.” He nodded, trying to lessen his smile and… is he trying to act cool? “Yeah, okay. Sounds good. Uh, could I get your number?”

You smiled, writing your number onto the bottom corner of the page in your notebook, and ripping it off to give to Gunwook. He took it from you, unable to get rid of his smile. “I’ll text you later than.” He stood up, his hands held behind his back like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Okay.” I smiled feeling the same joy I saw in him.

When Gunwook returned to his table, some of his friends pat him on the back, and said some form of congratulations for not blowing it.

By the end of the day, you had received a message.

Hey, it’s Gunwook. You free Friday?

@ haodore

[tzuyusluv]

Gas Station Rain

genre -> fluff

pairing -> zb1’s yujin x reader

warnings -> nothing <3

word count -> tbd

summary -> yujin is a gentleman <3

Scouring the gas stations shelves for any new items, you barely hear the rain hailing down. Yujin followed behinds you, occasionally picking up a few items and setting them in the basket.

“Hey. Look at this.” Yujin calls out to you picking up a new flavor of iced tea. Turning around, he holds up the tea packet and proudly shows it off, turning it around in a 180 angle multiple times. “Yeah that’s right. Last one as well!” He boasts before tossing it in the basket.

He takes the basket out of your hands and then brings it to the checkout where the cashier looks like he’d rather be anywhere than there. “Your total is ₩41,418.” The cashier says bored. Yujin pulls out a random card from him wallet, seeing your confused look he smugly says, “Ricky Hyung.”

As Yujin finishes paying for it all, you both quickly realize that the rain has started to downpour. “Oh. I forgot an umbrella.” Yujin says looking concerned. “Well we can wait it out?” You suggest to him before he quickly shakes his head. “I’ve got a better idea. Hold this.” He hands you the bag filled with your snacks.

“What are you doing?” You ask while he ignores it and takes off his jacket. He places it over your head and completely ignores himself as his jacket takes the beating from the rain. “Yujin you’re going to get sick.” You protest as he leads you down the street back to the dorms. “When I do, just make sure to use Ricky Hyungs card to buy things. He won’t notice.”

[fanbasetwo]

lmao ik you just did two ricky post but maybe perv ricky headcanons pls?

if not i get it

PERVERT BOYFRIEND RICKY HEADCANONS!!

NOTE FROM SENA , I made this a perv bf headcanons so that I could add some more points lol (kinda getting back to writing the requests) MASTERLIST!!

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He's always trying to sneak a peek at your tits and ass. He's shameless about ogling you and probably won't even mind it if you saw him doing so.

He loves it when you dress slutty. He encourages you to wear short skirts and low cut tops to show off your body.

He's a bit of a voyeur. He gets turned on watching you in the shower or changing clothes.

He's always trying to cop a feel. He grabs your ass and boobs whenever he gets the chance.

He loves bragging about how big his cock is and how tight your pussy feels around it.

He's always trying to get you to send him nudes. He begs for pictures of your tits and ass just so he could jerk to them.

He loves watching porn together. He gets off on seeing you get turned on by other people (also since it escalates in a passionate love making session easily)

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[atzhrts]

hello i love your work sm!! i’m new to this requesting thing but could i request a ricky x idol reader au? i could totally see them meeting through another chinese idol like chenle (like the china line groupchat!) thank you so much!

— mochi

hii!! tysm!! (i have no idea if nct dream was at mama 2024 but for this plot they were!)

　　 　 　⠀˖　⠀˙⠀　｡ idol!ricky x idol!reader ⠀˖　⠀˙⠀　｡　⠀

you just recently debuted, mama 2024 being your groups first big schedule. needless to say you were incredibly nervous until you ran into two of your fellow idol seniors. you knew of them but you didn’t know you’d get to know them so early into your carier but it turns out chenle is quite the chatterbox. the both of them made you feel incredible comfortable during such an eventful night and you were extremely grateful. however you only managed to catch chenles number as he was the only actually sitting close to your group during the event, ricky having already left once you got to his groups seat.

and ricky thought you were so gorgeous from the first time he saw you and he could’ve actually screamed when he realised he never got your number or any way to get in contact with you. so he swallowed his pride and asked chenle if he could forward your number, not without being teased of course

the two them texted every night, ricky wishing you luck before every single performance even the once you didn’t tell him about and congratulating you on your first win, sending flowers to your dorm “congrats pretty im proud of you “. you telling him how good he did after each tour stop and listening to him rant about his company.

sends you flowers every opportunity he gets, he loves your reaction to it even if its just over text most of the times. would also send you one with a little note saying “be my partner?” (but he’d also ask you face to face at a nice picnic date )

values your fashion advice so much and vice versa. whenever you spend another late night talking about what you like and what would suit him best he mentally takes notes to bring it up to his stylist. telling them that someone close to him whose opinion he really values told him he would look good in this and that and if they could do that for his next outfit.

the two of you incorporate pieces of each others outfit in your own, ricky wears you favorite ring on his necklace and you get to wear his earrings.

whenever you have a concert in a chinese speaking country he would teach you some good sentences, looking at you like you put the stars in the sky when he hears you speak his mother tongue.

you’d never pay for dinner, like you would physically have to fight him to get his card away

takes you on so man picnic dates during the evenings, watching the sunset together and later gazing at the stars. kissing when you see a shooting star and telling each other you wished to spend the rest of your life with each other

he sometimes plays your groups songs in the back of his lives acting like he doesn’t see all the comments about a y/n x ricky interaction.

the fans then proceed to make little compilations of all of your interactions, ricky looking at you lovingly during a tiktok challenge, you mouthing their lyrics during one of their award performances, the two of you coincidentally making the same pose for fans and giggling with each other once you find out, you looking away shyly whenever ricky meets your eyes.

definitely post memes about the two of you like „the bad bitch i pulled by being a cutie patootie“

[blossominghunnie]

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞

Pairing: Matthew x 10th!fem!member

Summary: Fanservice can be helpful sometimes, especially when you’re trying to hide a secret relationship from your fans and the world.

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: I just love writing for this man. 🙂‍↔️

Fans have always liked you and Matthew together, they live for every interaction you have with him. This started since pre-debut, right after contents of zb1 started being uploaded. Back in your boys planet days you didn’t really interact a lot with the boy, but some star creators had the hope that you would end up working together in at least one presentation, it didn’t happen unfortunately but they were over the moon when you debuted together.

Since you were the only girl in the group, you were shipped with basically every one of the group, minus Yujin, since you were an 03 liner. But their favorite pair was with Matthew, which was actually ideal because you two had been dating for about 4 months now. It was the perfect way to hide it.

You were always next to each other, leaning your head on his shoulder or viceversa, him being your helper while you cook (he doesn’t do much, he just likes being near you), him always touching you in any way (hand on your thigh, hands clasped together, arm around your shoulders or waist, etc).

At first you were pretty careful when the cameras were on, until a live where Matthew leaned his head onto yours (he was sitting behind you) and placed his arms around your shoulders. You moved your head upwards to look at him, a loving look on both your eyes and a small blush could be seen on your cheeks if you looked closely (which was what happened.) It was a quick exchange that fans weren’t supposed to catch since you were on one of the ends of the phone’s screen but surprise, surprise, they did.

That small clip of the live went viral, it was EVERYWHERE. After this, you were much much more shipped with him, everyone thought you looked so cute together.

You didn’t think much about it, until your timelines were filled with edits of the two of you and even on fan signs zeroses wanted tons of more new interactions.

“Matt? Have you been seeing more posts of us?” You asked him a few days after the bomb exploded; you were lying together on his bed, just scrolling through your phones while playing with his hair, his head resting on your chest.

“Mhm, it’s entertaining to watch them. We look cute.”

You nodded, you did like them. There were a lot of talented editors.

“I think it’s the first time I’ve seen that many. And people ships us a lot.”

“As they should, we’re the cutest together.” Matthew turned around and looked at you with a smile while you giggled. He leaned and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Can’t deny it.” You agreed, a lovesick smile on your face.

Oh if your shippers could see you now.

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[blue-jisungs]

sylvanian family

# author's note ... probably the cutest shit ive written in a while </3 the jiwoong brainrot was STRONG n also !! the acc i mentioned is real -- i love their recipes n calico critters:((( its in polish but i believe they do have some englih trans included !!

# word count ... 778

jiwoong watched you scroll through some person’s tiktok profile, peeking through your shoulder. you were laying in his arms, his chin resting on your shoulder. he treasured peaceful moments like these, knowing that not only his schedules make it hard for you to have a moment for yourself but also his menace gremlin members. despite having separate rooms they seemed to love bothering him. and you.

he was close to dozing off, something so comforting about being able to hold you in his arms. at times like these you reminded him of his favorite childhood teddy bear.

a soft huff left your lips and you scrolled down once more.

“that looks delicious” his hum startled you a bit but you nodded, your hair ruffling his cheek.

you were watching a profile of a person who was posting baking recipes. lemon cheesecake, matcha pancakes, strawberry tart… they all looked mouth watering and beyond cute.

however, what mostly caught your attention were the sylvanian family figurines in the background. the author of tiktok’s called them their little helpers and they were always featured in the videos.

“i always wanted to have one…” you mumbled and shifted a bit, so now your head was tucked underneath his chin. jiwoong put an arm around yours, still able to see your screen.

“lemon cheesecake?” he blinked, looking at the step by step recipe “no problem, we can make one…”

“no” you laughed, vibrations echoing through his body too. a smile bloomed upon the sound “i meant those calico critters!”

“calico… what…?” he repeated in a small voice.

you let out a dramatic, annoyed sigh and rolled off him. now laying beside him on your stomach, you typed something in your phone and turned the screen to him.

jiwoong put one of his - now free - hands behind head and the other reached for your phone to pull it closer. his hand stayed atop of yours, brushing your fingers gently.

in front of him there was an image of small figurines of plush animals. rabbits, squirrels, cats… every animal that he could name. they were dressed in sickeningly cute attire: from overalls to dresses, most of them in pastel colors. he even noticed a set of figurines consisting of a mom sheep and baby sheep triplets.

“i’ve always wanted them so, sooo badly. my childhood friend used to have a house! i was so jealous. she had a house and, and a car! like for the figurines” you rambled and his attention shifted to you, smiling subconsciously.

having the comparison of the small figurines and you, he noticed some similarities. the general cuteness and desire to caress gently.

“but i never had one. they were so expensive… well, they still are” you sighed and turned your phone “oh, there’s a blind box! awww look, there’s one with a mushroom hat nooooo i’m gonna cry”

jiwoong scoffed in amusement, poking your hand with his finger. you showed him the picture.

he smiled upon seeing the little guy you were talking about.

“c’mere my calico critter. you look like one, you know?” he hummed and gestured you to come closer. your face lit up, phone dropping somewhere on his bed.

scooting closer, you rested your head on your hand. faces inches away, he had to raise his chin slightly since he was laying down.

“yeah?” you grinned, tilting your head curiously.

ah, you were going to be the death of his.

“mhm. you’re so cute like them. and i get cuteness aggression as well” jiwoong explained and you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“i don’t get cuteness aggression from them. it’s just… ugh” you giggled and kicked your legs “you can’t just say that!”

“oh, i can. they’re called sylvanian families? we’d be kim families then. or l/n families?” jiwoong pondered out loud “we’d be the black cats. no, i’d be the black cat and you’d be…”

“the calico cat” you finished his sentence excitedly and something told jiwoong that this specific one might be your favorite.

“right. and then we’d have kitty triplets. that just makes sense, doesn’t it? they’d have all of our colors” your boyfriend’s voice was soft.

you pouted, heart swelling in your chest. jiwoong never judged your inner child’s dreams and never batted an eye.

“i love you” you hummed, climbing on top of him. you poked his chest “don’t get surprised if i become poor one day. poor but rich in calico critters”

jiwoong scoffed and just pulled you into a tender kiss, making a mental note to buy you the house and the figurines later as a present. after all, who was he not to fulfill his baby’s wishes?

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @haecien ,, @stryroses

[aebinspa]

tell me somethin' i don't know

PAIRING: gunwook x y/n reader

GENRES: fluff, gunwook is your brother's best friend (of course gyuvin is your brother), reader is a bit shy, they are the same age, reader is bad at math and gunwook is actually the solution to her problems!

WORD COUNT: 0.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: english is not my first language! i wrote this very short part about gunwook on the train and it will be the last thing i post for a while! i have already started to use my time to write a medium-length fic about karina that i hope will be better than the others i have written :) have a nice day!

The room of Gunwook, your brother's best friend, was strangely clean. Even after looking for several minutes in every corner, to then accuse him of something, you couldn’t find anything. The room was small but welcoming and on one side there was the enormous desk, with the books you would need for revision.

Sure, you didn’t hate Gunwook, but finding yourself suddenly, from one day to the next, at the house of one of Gyuvin’s most popular friends wasn’t exactly relaxing. Your brother Gyuvin certainly had everything a woman or a man could be interested in, but once you got to know him you couldn’t help but notice that he was missing something: a bit of tact.

“Y/n, you’re already here, ah” Gunwook, surprised, entered the room and closed the door behind him. Gunwook was popular, too popular for your tastes. You were the same age, you attended the same school but not the same section. The desperate sighs and screams you heard when you passed in front of his classroom, always surrounded by fans, made you turn on your heels every time.

If you had to describe your relationship with him, perhaps you would have reduced it to those greetings you sometimes exchanged when your eyes met. Nothing more. Except for one small detail: you too, like many others, found him extremely attractive and, on several occasions, he had shown you that he was kinder than Gyuvin’s other friends.

“Mathematics doesn't really get into your head, does it?” a bright smile almost made you regret not being very good with numbers. “Yeah. And Gyuvin decided to make my problem your problem, too,” you said, emphasizing the “your,” and the young man laughed. “We’ll show Gyuvin that the two of us are better than two Gyuvins.” This time it was you who laughed. “We are, without a doubt.”

Gunwook spent the next three hours explaining to you in detail everything you didn’t understand and, when necessary, he stopped to let you take a break. Sometimes your hands would touch and your breathing would synchronize; you tried desperately not to make it obvious that you weren’t indifferent to that closeness. Once you finished reviewing all the notes you had brought with you, you thanked Gunwook with a weak “thank you” to which he responded with a huge smile full of warmth.

“Well, Gyuvin didn't do anything wrong in calling me to help you.” “Sometimes he knows how to make himself useful!” you replied a little too enthusiastically, immediately ending up embarrassed by your own words. “Y/n, whenever you want, I’m always willing to give you a hand” “You don’t have to” You accidentally met your gaze in the nearby mirror and noticed the redness on your cheeks. What an idiot I am.

“Let me put it this way.” Gunwook settled back in his chair and took your hands in his, causing you to yelp a little, to which the boy responded by tilting his head and laughing, whispering “How stupid you are.” “Um, tell me.” “Next time, let’s go to a nice coffee shop to study or the library. Anywhere you like. I have an overwhelming urge to take you out on a date.” Your head was spinning a little, so you held his hands tighter as if seeking support.

“Maybe you got the wrong girl” That toothy smile didn't seem to leave Gunwook's face. “I don’t think that’s possible. I, well,” Gunwook ran his hand through his hair, “I need to get to know you better. Every time I talk to you or simply look at you my heart does flips. I don't know how I got through today's lesson without kissing or touching you."

"Oh, okay" “Is it a yes, Y/n?” Gunwook was now closer than expected. “Yes, I feel the same so how could I say no to you?” You were the same color as a tomato. Gunwook came closer and closed the distance between you by giving you a chaste and sweet kiss. You responded with a huff.

“You’re good with women” “Tell me something I don’t know, Y/n”

[niki-phoria]

나란히 걷는 우릴 따라서 / 반짝이는 snowflake, 설렘은 can't stop it, baby

notes: gn!reader (no pronouns used), 438 words of me missing blonde ricky, inspo for his outfit is the same one as the icon, barely proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from zb1 - melting point

SHEN RICKY cocks his head as he looks at you through the mirror, smirking softly. the silver accents of his stage outfit shine even beneath the dim bathroom lights. “you’re staring.” 

you chuckle quietly, shaking your head as you take a step closer. you raise a hand to adjust the edge of his suit, smoothing out the edges of his collar. the fabric has been pristinely ironed, tailored to fit his body perfectly. “you’re handsome.” 

ricky laughs, shaking his head. nimble hands move to fasten his favourite cross earring in place; the silver jewelry perfectly matches the silver accents littering his suit jacket. “you always say that.” 

taking a step closer, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. ricky smiles, silently allowing you to guide him backwards until his back rests against the door. “because it’s always true.”

leaning in, ricky rests his forehead against your own. his fingertips slowly trace miscellaneous shapes against your hips. the feeling sends shivers racing down your spine and warmth spreading across your face. 

“ricky,” you murmur. your hands curl into the fabric of his suit, urging him to step even closer. reaching up with your free hand, you brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. warmth spreads across his face, tinting the tips of his ears pink. 

you can almost hear how his breath hitches in his throat. his lips just barely ghost against your own. the anticipation sends shivers racing down your spine. “yeah?”  

your hand falls, trailing your fingertips along the underside of his jaw. ricky’s eyes are the colour of honey when his gaze meets your own. you chuckle at the faint blush that begins to spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

ricky’s touch feels like lightning. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach relentlessly. he eyes flutter shut when you lean in, so close that your lips just barely brush against his own. “kiss me,” you whisper, nearly breathless.

he smiles softly. you can feel the corners of his lips curl upwards when your lips finally meet his. you can vaguely smell the strawberry chapstick he had applied previously. his lips move in tandem with yours. your bodies fall into a dance you’ve done many times before, meeting and parting in a steady, unmistakable rhythm. 

you’re nearly panting by the time you pull away. you can feel your heartbeat racing in your chest. “was that good enough?” he asks. ricky’s hands move to tilt your face upwards until your gaze meets his. “or do you still want more?”

“shut up,” you chuckle, leaning in to press your lips against his once more. 

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