#zerobaseone x y/n

[yingsfirst]

Learning Chinese — Ricky!!

PAIRING: ricky x reader (established relationship) GENRE: fluff WARNINGS: none! probably... WORD COUNT: 446 NOTES: I’m a beginner chinese speaker so feel free to reach out if you have any corrections! and with that, please enjoy :)

Chinese is difficult. Like, absurdly difficult. The tones were difficult, learning to read was difficult, and sentence construction was difficult. As for writing… you had strong opinions regarding that. Opinions that are better left unsaid.

Worse yet, you couldn’t quit. Learning Chinese for your boyfriend meant that quitting would feel worse than it would’ve been had you decided to learn the language for any other reason. 

So with a sigh, you continue reading through your textbook as it attempts to teach you some new words. 

Unfortunately, being hunched over a desk for a few hours must’ve taken its toll on you. The words on the page were hardly making any sense. Your head is in your hands, you feel a headache creeping up, and you really, really just want to get up and sit with Ricky on the sofa.

Your boyfriend, however… was perfectly happy scrolling on his phone, looking at whatever he usually looks at with an entertained smile on his face. 

You must’ve been staring for a while though, since he looks up from his phone and makes eye contact with you. A quick once-over is all he needs to realize that you were struggling. Badly.

“Do… you need some help?” He asks, tilting his head.

You purse your lips and look back at your textbook. “Yeah, actually,” you start, only now realizing that you could’ve asked for help this whole time. “What’s the difference between 时候 (shíhòu) and 时间 (shíjiān)?”

“Uh…” He says, putting his phone down and making his way over to you. Ricky’s brows furrow as he looks at your textbook. “Shíhòu would translate to when or moment, whereas shíjiān would simply be time. The former is used when… describing a moment, I guess, whereas the latter usually refers to a specific time.” 

Chinese is difficult, and you can see that explaining it is just as difficult as learning it. “Huh,” is the response you decide is appropriate. 

Ricky gives you a strained look. “Would an example help? Here, translate the following sentence: 晚上你有时间吗？(wǎnshàng nǐ yǒu shíjiān ma?)”

“Do you have time in the evening?”

“Yeah! Now, this one: 你想我的时候，我也想你。(nǐ xiǎng wǒ de shíhòu, wǒ yě xiǎng nǐ.)”

“When you miss me, I miss you as well.”

He gives you a satisfied hum in response. “Good, thank you.” 

Without another word, Ricky decides that he’s given you an adequate lesson and goes back to lounge on the sofa.

You guess you can survive with what you’ve learnt today.

Later that day, you decide to ask Zhang Hao for help, just to see what he says.

“Shíhòu is qualitative. Shíjiān is quantitative.”

…you suppose he’s a teacher for a reason.

[swagittarius127]

— The day Ricky fell in love with you

☆ pairing — ricky x gn reader

☆ genre — fluff

☆ tws — none :p

☆ authors note — i <3 ricky

☆ word count — 318

— Of course, when the episodes for the new, hottest romance K-drama dropped, Ricky knew he wanted to watch it with you 

— He’s never asked someone to watch a show with him before, so when it came time, it was safe to say he was a little awkward about it

— But how could you say no to those eyes??

— He tried his best to keep a calm demeanor, but inside he was pretty excited

— A small smirk is visible on his face

— He pressed play on the TV, while you guys lay on the couch together 

— As the show went on, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if you two had scenarios like the leads in the drama

— What if he caught you from falling like that?

— What if he could hold you close like that?

— What if he had the chance to kiss you passionately like that?

— What if he got to put his arm around you like that? 

— Maybe… he should try that last one

— Ricky was a simple man and did as he pleased

— Not thinking much about it, he snaked his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him

— You were a little shocked by his boldness 

— Was this actually happening right now??

— Your eyes never left the screen as you were too nervous to look at him and face the reality that Ricky really did make a move on you 

— A smile found its way onto your lips though 

— Making Ricky feel satisfied with his actions

— He couldn’t take his eyes off of you

— He was so absorbed by you that everything else seemed to fade away 

— He forgot all about the show playing in the background 

— His mind became full of you

— How your eyes tinkled, how the artificial TV light made your skin glow, how pretty your hair lays, how plush your lips must be, etc.

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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

[niki-phoria]

I WILL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE / ALWAYS, ALWAYS STAY

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 621

notes: i adore ricky sm and i love the friends to lovers trope so here's my attempt at it lol, idea was inspired by this prompt list from @urfriendlywriter, barely proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from zb1 - always

“have you ever kissed anybody before?”

SHEN RICKY’S heart nearly stops in his chest; his breath catches in his throat and his eyes widen in surprise as he shifts to look at you. “what do you mean?”

you turn, rolling over onto your side to face him. your features seem to glow in the silver moonlight. sliding your hand underneath the pillow, you use your elbow to prop yourself up on his bed. “have you had your first kiss?”

ricky pauses. your questions are being asked in earnest. there’s no hint of malice in your tone, just genuine curiosity. swallowing his anxiety, he finally murmurs. “no, i haven’t.”

you seem to relax at his answer, smiling softly across from him in the darkness. the blanket feels soft against your hands when he reaches out, hesitantly intertwining his fingers with your own. you flinch slightly in response before you relax, gently squeezing his hand in return. 

ricky’s touch sends electricity down your spine. you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, relishing in the feeling of his thumb gently stroking against your knuckles. “do you want to? kiss someone, i mean.” 

he hums, pausing in his ministrations for a moment. an agonizing moment of silence lingers as he debates his answer before finally whispering, “i want it to be at the right moment, with someone special.” 

his response hangs heavy in the air. you nod slightly before hesitantly asking, “do you have anyone in mind?”

“you.” the word falls from ricky’s lips so casually you almost think you misheard him. your entire body goes rigid in surprise as you stare at him, wide-eyed. 

the butterflies swarming throughout your stomach feel more like an angry swarm of hornets. your heartbeat grows louder with each passing moment. just before ricky can pull his hand away and apologize, you whisper, “me?” 

“y/n.” your heart lurches into your throat. you can feel the way ricky’s fingers dance along your cheeks, hesitantly tilting your face upwards until your gaze meets his own once again. his voice is quiet - nearly inaudible over the sound of your frantic heartbeat and racing mind. “i like you. i’ve liked you since the day i met you.” he nervously chuckles, gingerly brushing his fingertips against your cheek. “can i… can i kiss you?”

“please,” you whisper. 

ricky’s lips are - somehow - even softer than you had always imagined. his hands hesitantly rest against your cheeks; his thumb traces along the edge of your jawline. your bodies move together in tandem, working together in an unconscious but very welcome dance. you can vaguely taste the hints of strawberry chapstick he had grown so accustomed to wearing. 

ricky is softly smiling when he pulls away. his cheeks are flushed a deep pink as he reaches up to brush a stray strand of your hair back into place. his lip tint has transferred across your lips, making him chuckle softly as he rubs the pink hues away from your skin. “was that okay?” 

you smile brightly. ricky catches your gaze slip back down to his lips once again before settling on studying his deep brown eyes. they look almost black in the darkness, the usual honey-like colour hidden beneath a blanket of darkness. “it was more than okay,” you reply.

ricky’s lips curl into a soft smile. his eyes crinkle up ever so slightly in the familiar way that makes your heart beat just a little faster. “i don’t want to be friends anymore,” he murmurs. his words send shivers down your spine. “i want to be yours.”

you lean in, pulling him into yet another sweet kiss. you can feel the ghost of his smile when your lips meet his own. “you already are.”

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[mirisss]

Morning Routine

Seok Matthew x 10th female member! reader

Thank you for the request! I tried my best to write it, I hope you enjoy it!  

Wordcount ≈ 1k

Warnings: None I think,

(Y/n)’s POV

Being the one female member of a group with nine male members isn’t always easy, though it helps that most of the guys are very chill and like my brothers. It also helps that one of them happens to be my boyfriend. It felt weird to live with the nine of them in the beginning but now, about one and half years later, it’s become normal and comfortable. We have all created our own routines with one another. 

Mornings were always a fun experience, Matthew loves to sleep in for as long as possible, he also has a talent for falling asleep in a second, so making sure he stays awake in the mornings can be a handful. However, now that Matthew and I are in a relationship, I have found some ways to get him to wake up quickly. 

As my alarm goes off, I wake up and turn it off, I feel Matthew’s strong arms around my waist and hear his soft snores from behind me, I try to turn around and face him, but this particular morning, his grip was extra strong so the only thing I could do was manage to pry his hands off from around me and slip out of the bed. A frown formed on his face at the loss of contact but he quickly shook it off and he returned to his peaceful slumber. I walked over to the bathroom, happy to find it empty, so I slipped inside and finished my morning routine, once done in the bathroom I opened the door to find Jiwoong waiting. “Good morning, Woongie,” “Morning, (Y/n), is Matthew up yet?” “I doubt it,” We joked, and then I walked back to Matthew’s and I’s room. 

Once inside our room, I found Matthew still sleeping on the bed, I walked over to him, and gently shook him a little, saying his name, “Matthew, baby, time to wake up,” He mumbled something incoherently, but soon enough he opened his eyes, smiling widely at the sight of me, I assumed at least, he opened his arms, wanting me to crawl back into the bed with him. But I stepped back so that he couldn’t reach me. “Come on, Matt, we have to leave soon, even Yujin is up and ready, so come on, hurry up, you can sleep more in the car, but only if you get up,” “Mm, just five more minutes, please???” He gave me his best puppy eyes, but I knew not to fall for it, five minutes usually end up being more like an hour, or until Hanbin comes in and drags us both up from the bed angrily. 

“Either you get up now, or no kisses or hugs for the entire day, not even from Gunwook,” We both laughed at the joke because Zeroses are convinced Matthew and Gunwook have something going on, no one has even mentioned the possibility of Matthew and I, which is, in a way, positive, but outrageous at the same time. Matthew shot up out of bed and ran to the bathroom with some clothes in his hands at the ‘threat’ of no kisses. It works every time. I finished packing my bag with things for today's shot and walked out to the kitchen to see if someone was making breakfast, I found Hao and Hanbin in the kitchen. 

“Binnie, are we eating breakfast here or in the car?” “I think either in the car or we’ll get something on the way, it’s quite a long trip today, but they said not to eat beforehand,” Hanbin said as he took out two glasses and filled them with water, he gave one of the glasses to Hao and the other to me before he took out another glass and filled it with water for himself. “Alright, and thanks,” “Have you managed to get Matthew up?” Hao asked. “Yeah, he’s in the shower right now, other than him, are we waiting for anyone?” “Not really, Taerae is packing up his things and waiting to brush his teeth but both bathrooms are occupied, the rest are supposedly done,” Hanbin said but he didn’t sound too convinced, Gyuvin has a reputation for being late, and so does Yujin. Gunwook is usually one of the first to be ready, only late when he ends up having to help someone else with something. 

“I’ll go and pack Matt’s things up so that we can leave soon,” “Sounds good, (Y/n), we’re lucky to have you, Hao, and I’ll go check on the other as well, our manager just texted that they’ll be here in 10 minutes so we need to hurry up,” I just made a joking salute before I went back to my room and packed my boyfriend’s things. As I was packing an extra hoodie into his bag, I suddenly felt two strong arms around my waist, the familiar arms didn’t surprise me, this was part of the morning routine, “Good morning to you too, Mattie,” “Good morning, darling, can I have a kiss now? I got up and I’m ready to leave,” I turned around in his hold to find his signature charm smile, and who am I to resist it? “Of course you can,” 

He leaned in, and soon enough, our soft lips met, in a sweet passionate kiss, that was interrupted by Ricky who stuck his head in our room, “Ew, wrap it up lovebirds, Hanbin is calling for everyone,” Matthew broke the kiss of only to glare at the younger boy, “Yeah yeah, we’re coming,” He mumbled before giving me one final quick peck on the lips, grabbing both his and my bag as well as one of my hands. And then we left our room, walking out to the hall, where we found the rest of our 8 group members. Oh, how I love our morning routines.

[jujitto]

☁️﹒𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝟫 ♩ ⁺ 𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖦𝗒𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗇

⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ۪ ׂ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ cw ۪ ׂ 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟫𝗄

⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ۪ ׂ 𝗀𝗒𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝟫. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇´𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇´𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌.

There was a smile on your face. There always was when it came to him. Being with him made you feel like you were floating, walking on clouds. It's just for the little things he does.

How his lips would turn up ever so slightly at the corners whenever he saw you. How he always found a way to sneak into your arms or vice versa. The way he would press his nose into the crook of your neck when he hugged you.

His dopey-in-love smile he would always show you. Yep, it's official. You both were walking on cloud 9. You loved it.

You loved the way he would get all shy around you, even if he was the one who asked you out. He was a nervous wreck the whole time, stuttering and stumbling over his words. Like now he took your books and held out his hand for you to hold.

Kim Gyuvin had that dopey smile on his lips that you couldn't help but fall in love with him again. You slipped your hand into him as you two made your way across campus.

"You look very beautiful today," Gyuvin mumbled, his eyes never leaving you. "Thank you, You look quite handsome yourself."

Gyuvin smiled. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks. You always noticed how Gyuvin was never afraid to compliment you, but once he received one he was a blushing mess. It was adorable.

He always knew what to say, and he was never shy about giving them. But sometimes he was so sweet it was unbelievable.

The way he would leave notes in your bag, or the way he would always remember your favorite foods. Like today, he surprised you with your favorite snacks on his way to class. He was the sweetest, you were convinced.

You were so caught up in thinking of how sweet he was that you didn't realize he had stopped walking. You looked up at him with a questioning look, wondering why he had stopped. He just stared at you, smiling that same dopey smile that was making your heart race.

"Do you have to go to work after school today?" he asked. "No. Why?" you said, cocking your head to the side. He squeezed your hand and continued walking.

"Because I want to take you out tonight," he said. Your heart skipped a beat. "Take me out?" you asked.

Gyuvin nodded. "I want to take you out for dinner. On a date. With me." he said, a blush creeping up his neck. You smiled and nodded your head. "Yes. I'd love that."

He let out a breath. "Okay, good." He was so cute. His nervousness was making your heart melt. He was always so sweet. He always took such good care of you. He was perfect.

As the two of you walked across the courtyard, you couldn't help but stare at him. The way his dark hair fell into his eyes. The way his lips curled into a smile when he caught you staring.

"I can't wait," you said. He looked at you and grinned. "Neither can I." As the two of you approached the building, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next period.

"Guess that's my cue," you said, letting go of his hand. He grabbed it back. "Wait." You looked at him and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. You smiled and stepped closer to him. "Of course you can."

He smiled and cupped your cheek in his hand. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling. The kiss was gentle and soft. It was perfect. You pulled away and looked at him, his dark brown eyes twinkling in the sun. He looked so happy.

"I love you," he whispered. You smiled, and leaned forward, pressing another kiss to his lips. "I love you too."

When you got to your class, you sat down, pulling out your notebook. You couldn't stop smiling.

He was everything to you. He was your world. And he loved you just as much as you loved him. And you were looking forward to spending more time with him.

Because he was everything. You could spend an eternity with him. And you wouldn't have any regrets.

You sighed, resting your head on your hand, daydreaming about Gyuvin. The next thing you knew, the bell rang and you jumped. The class was over. "Time to go." You gathered up your books and headed towards the door. Gyuvin was waiting for you, his dopey-in-love-with-you-smile still on his lips.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked, holding his hand out to you. You smiled and laced your fingers with his. "Yeah. I'm ready."

He beamed, and tugged on your hand, leading you out of the building. He was the love of your life. You were going to cherish every moment you had with him. "Come on." he said.

"Where are we going?" you asked. He smiled. "Just wait." You grinned. He was a romantic. He always found the best places to take you.

You followed him, letting him lead the way. You knew this date would be perfect. There was no doubt in your mind that it would be. Especially when it was Gyuvin who had planned it.

Your dopey-in-love boyfriend who would go to the moon and back for you. your boyfriend, who made you feel like you were walking on clouds. Floating above the heavens. He and his love made you feel like you were on cloud nine. A place where you never wanted to come down from.

[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. 

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[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.”

[yingsfirst]

Boyfriend Texts — Kim Gyuvin!!

[swagittarius127]

— The day Matthew fell in love with you

☆ pairing — matthew x gn reader

☆ genre — fluff

☆ tws — none

☆ authors note — i’m going to try to write/update every other day

☆ word count — 286

— You and Matthew decided to make a late-night run to the convenience store

— As you browsed through the aisles, you both stocked up on snacks and drinks

— Matthew insisted on paying no matter how many times you said you could pay for it yourself

— In one hand, he held two full plastic bags, and with his free hand, he held the door open for you as you walked out

— “Thanks, Mattie. You really didn’t have to.”

— “It’s no pro-“

— “OMG, Matthew, look!”, You cut him off.

— You ran up to a claw machine game placed outside the convenience store, “I love these!”

— He chuckled “But you never win and end up wasting all your money.”

— You playful rolled your eyes in disbelief.

— In your heart, you were a pro

— In reality, Matthew was right…

— You placed your hand on the glass as you looked at all the adorable stuffed animals with cutest faces

— You started to pull out your wallet

— “Not on my watch.”, He held you close to his chest with firm arms

— He picked you up and ran away

— “Matthew”, you slightly whined in shock

— Both of your giggles could be heard through the empty street

— He set you down once you guys were far enough from the machine

— His heart was pounding

— Not from the running

— It felt different

— There were feelings of warmth and endearment behind this

— As you looked up at him with a pouty face, he couldn’t help but think how adorable you are

— For some reason he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you

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[kiwihrt]

guidance · sung hanbin

summary. being an idol with hanbin as your older brother.

sung hanbin x sister!reader · platonic, fluff, drabble · 0.8k words · masterlist

! : fem!reader, idol!hanbin, idol!reader, tiny bit of angst, r being hated on, everything else is just fluff and comfort.

You were Hanbin’s biggest fan—before the world ever got to know who he was. You cheered him up when he was at his lowest, and you cheered him on when he was announced as second place for the new k-pop group ZeroBaseOne. You couldn’t be prouder.

It was really encouraging to see what could be achieved. You saw him living out his dreams as you continued to practice hard. His words of comfort were always sent to you through a message, over the phone, or in person as he hugged you and pat the back of your head.

Part of you was beginning to lose hope that you would ever debut, but you pushed forward.

Thank goodness you did, because you soon found out you were going to be finally making your debut. You were in a group with four other girls, and they were some of your closest friends. You had been training with two of them for some time, and had gotten to know the other two a few months ago. They were like your family.

When Hanbin found out, he was overjoyed. He found the nearest time in both his and your schedule to visit you, bringing you flowers and some of your favourite snacks as a gift. You almost burst to tears from both the gesture and from the exhaustion you went through to make it to this point.

He saw the way your lower lip trembled almost immediately and he pulled you into his embrace, a warm laugh leaving his mouth. “Don’t cry~“ He had said, a hand on the back of your head. “You finally did it.” He said pridefully.

By the time your debut came around, you were more stressed than ever. Endless promotions, sleepless nights… it was a lot. The one thing that kept you going? The nightly messages from your big brother. ‘First performance today! You did amazing 🫶’, ‘Make sure to rest well :)’, ‘Try not to overwork yourself. Take breaks when possible ❤️’.

It was amazing what a quick text message could do for your motivation. It helped so much.

When things eventually took a turn, and you made a small mistake in one of your performances, the amount of hate you got was unbelievable. Who would’ve thought people would have so much to say about you tripping over your feet? It was only the slightest stumble. ‘All that training… just to mess up in the first month of being an idol?’, ‘This girl wasn’t ready. Maybe i’m an ot4 stan now…’, ‘Why did the company even put her in this group? She’s not even adding anything to it.’

K-Pop fans don’t seem to think their idols see everything they post, but they see a lot more than anyone would even think. And when suddenly you’re a trending topic amongst multiple K-Pop fandoms?… you definitely heard the things that were being said about you.

You knew you shouldn’t let it get to you, but it did. You cried into your pillow more times than you cared to admit, and it wasn’t until you heard your phone ringing that you realized you had someone who would be there to listen. Someone who knew you better than anyone.

“Y/nie~” His comforting voice flowed through the speaker. You tried to keep the tears back, but at his tone, they started rolling down your face again. He heard your hiccups and sniffles from his end and his lips went into a pout. “Don’t cry… I know it’s hard. I’ve been where you are before. People will freak out over the smallest things. It’s a bit pathetic.” He laughed, maybe attempting to maybe you laugh. Maybe for a moment you did laugh, the half-joyful noise breaking through your quiet sobs. You heard his hum in content at the sound.

He continued. “You made a small mistake, and that’s completely fine. you’re going to make mistakes, but since you’re so new to the industry, people are going to watch you a little closer, and they’re going to be a little meaner, but that doesn’t mean what they’re saying is true. You’re one of the most talented people i know—and I’ve known that for a long time.” He sighed, pausing for a moment. “If you ever need anything, I’m always here. You can call me any time and I’ll always get back to you.”

Your breath started to slow, and your crying started to lessen. He was right. “How about tomorrow we go hang out. You’re not doing anything right? You have a free day? Well, I’m free until noon, so we can hang out. How’s that sound?” At the end of his sentence his voice lifted up into that higher pitched tone he used with his maknae of his group often. You weren’t a stranger to the tone, and it made you laugh. “Okay, sounds good.”

You could tell that he was smiling through his light voice coming through the phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow, than. Goodnight. Rest well. Love you.” You smiled. “Love you, too.”

You were Hanbin’s biggest fan first, and he was yours. It was clear in the way he checked in on you, guided you through your new career, and lended a helping hand when you couldn’t pull yourself up.

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[niki-phoria]

LIKE ALWAYS MY FOCUS IS ON YOU

pairing: shen ricky x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 448

notes: my motivation has been garbage lately lol, i might occasionally post some zb1 fics bc i love them, not proofread, title from ZEROBASEONE - SWEAT

sunlight danced across the sky, casting a golden glow across your bedroom. the clouds above are tinted in various shades of pink and orange as the sun slowly sets; its rays slowly disappear below the horizon. RICKY interlinks his pinky finger with your own, watching you with a soft smile as you settle yourself beneath the blankets.

“i missed this,” you sigh, resting your head against ricky’s shoulder. his arm snakes around your waist, keeping your body pressed against his. “i missed you.”

he hums as he reaches over to push a stray strand of hair away from your face. ricky’s touch is gentle as he carefully tucks the strand behind your ear. “i missed you too, love.”

you smile, taking the moment to observe your lover. video calls with an unstable connection could never do him justice. from up close, you can still see the black eyeliner surrounding his sharp eyes. the thin layer of foundation coating his cheeks does little to hide the flush slowly spreading up his neck and tinting his ears a light pink. 

ricky turns to face you, his gaze capturing yours easily. silence falls across your bedroom, only occasionally broken by the low hum of the air conditioner. “you’re staring,” you murmur. 

ricky hums in response. his tinted lips curl into a soft smile as he reaches up, gingerly resting his hand against your cheek. “so are you.”

you wrap your hand around his wrist, rubbing your thumb against the grooves of his knuckles. ricky’s hands are soft against your own. his skin smells of hotel lotion and the soap in your bathroom. they fit perfectly into your own, intertwining almost subconsciously. “you’re beautiful.”

ricky laughs - a soft, beautiful sound. it fills the previous silence of your bedroom, making a smile spread across your own lips. “yeah?” he teases, leaning in until there are mere centimeters between your faces. “you think so?”

“of course.”

he smiles. your eyes flutter shut when he slowly leans in. ricky’s lips are soft when he finally presses them against your own. he kisses you like he never wants to let go - pouring all of the love and longing he had felt into the kiss. you can just barely taste the cherry chapstick he had applied a few hours earlier; his tinted lipstick stains against your lips. 

your lungs are burning by the time you pull away. your flushed cheeks match ricky’s as he presses another chaste kiss against your cheek before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “i love you.”

you pepper a few stray kisses against his skin in response, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. “i love you too, ricky.”

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[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.