#zerobaseone zerose

[yuyuonabeat]

I feel so bad.

How did I not know that Mother Hanbin shared birthday with me?!?!

Happy early birthday (korean birthday since it’s tomorrow there) to Hanbinnie🐹!💜💜💜

And ofcourse I cannot forget.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY TWIN @yourfatherlucifer FELIX I LOVE YOU💜💜💜💜

[astrae4]

THROW HIM AWAY! | Han Yujin

IN WHICH yujin wants to cuddle you, but you want to cuddle mr. carrot. A Valentine’s Special

FEATURING Zerobaseone’s Han Yujin and you, a highschool au

WARNINGS: kissing and sugar sweet nicknames

NOTE: Happy Valentines everyone! Here is for my jebewon readers and Yujin stans. Love you all (muah muah muah 💋) and please help me reblog hehe~ it’s my first time writing for zb1 so tell me if you want more works for them in the future!!

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IF THERE WAS ONE THING you treasured more than your stash of shoes, it would be the stuffed bunny doll that Yujin gave you during his confession. A pink, soft plush (you named him Carrot) with a white bow wrapped around its neck. You still remembered the day he gave it to you, after school with trembling hands as he rapped out his confession, eyes looking everywhere but you. You remember accepting it shyly, face feeling hot as it implied that you like him back.

That was three months ago.

Now, it seems that you grew very attached to the doll, not being able to sleep without it. So much so that you brought it with you during your Valentine's sleepover with Yujin.

Yujin had begged asked his mother to let him invite you to his house for a sleepover as his valentines day surprise. You were excited, and thankfully, your parents had let you come. The day was perfect in your eyes. You arrived in the evening and played video games with him and his brother until dinner time. Then, you had dinner with his parents. After, you and Yujin washed the dishes before finally having alone time together.

He had surprised you with strawberries covered in chocolate that he made himself (it tasted questionable 😨 but you still ate it, silently praying that you won’t end up in the toilet bowl) and gave you a small bouquet of flowers. (it was the last of his money but he’d never admit it)

You kind of almost teared up, thanking him by giving the boy a kiss on his cheek.

After, you played seventeen matches of uno and two matches of scrabble (Yujin rage quitted scrabble which was why you played uno so many times) before it was time to sleep.

”Can I have the right side—”

”Sure, now cuddle me,” he said impatiently, opening his arms.

Unfortunately for him, luck wasn’t on his side.

”Okay, but—” you took out Carrot, “Carrot goes in the middle.”

“Are you kidding me.” (the boy was like🧍🏻🙁)

“What.”

“Why are you holding that, we’re about to cuddle.”

“Are you rejecting Carrot right now, Yuyu? He’s our child.”

”Throw him away!”

”NO 😠😨!”

“He can live without hugging you tonight, it’s supposed to be just you and me..”

“Well, I can’t live without him.”

Yujin dead stared at you, before pulling the covers over his head and back-facing you. Oh..he was sulking alright. You looked at him, then at Carrot, and sighed.

“But I guess I can’t live without you most..so Carrot can sleep alone tonight..”

You could literally hear the gear in his head run as he peaked his head out of the blanket, giving you his boba eyes.

“Really?” He asked.

You set Carrot aside, going under the blanket and sandwiching him in a hug immediately, “yeah.”

He let out a noise of complaint, but you knew that he was enjoying it most since he didn’t retaliate and hugged you back, burying his face in your head. (Thank goodness you used your peach shampoo today)

A bit of silence passed as you basked in his warmth before you broke it, face looking up at him.

“Yujin.”

He let out a hm? as a reply.

“Happy valentines, love you.”

He looked at you with lovesick eyes before giving the fastest smooch (peck) in the lips. You were shocked, and he was 😼 because he was very proud of doing that.

The boy let out a giggle 🔥 (how dare he after he gave you a bomb) and went back to his previous position.

“Love you too~ goodnight and sweet dreams my honey bunny sugar plump pie.”

“Why do you have to ruin the moment.”

“Lol.”

“Goodnight too I guess..”

It was safe to say that you couldn’t sleep well that night; somewhat because Yujin forgot to tape his mouth so he snored so loud and drooled on your head, mostly because of his previous words and actions. (You’d never tell him that it was because of his previous behavior though, his head’s already big enough…)

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[i97chan]

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤ(이슬방울)　　୨୧　　꒱　　　．💧🧶

[bang-chan-my-man]

ZEROBASEONE Gyuvin & Gunwook for WWD Korea Sept 24

[sh0tanzz]

ZB1 HANBIN IDEAL TYPE ~ based on astrology

reminder this is based off of my opinions from observing his chart and my own knowledge and is not exact fact unless I knew him myself and im not a professional astrologer

Note: yes I have posted this before but took it down because people had me fed up 😭

Appearance: he enjoys the beauty within other cultures but may lean more towards korean beauty standards, someone who presents as feminine or is overall pretty/ethereal, a pronounced attractive neckline, nice shoulder lines, someone smaller than him whether it’s via frame/height/etc, softer but pronounced facial angles and features, a cute nose shape, cute smile with charm, very clean and prim dress up style (always presentable basically), a face that’s more expressive and not super stoic, pretty lip line, wears more pretty or glam makeup

Personality: someone on the more introverted/introspective side of the spectrum, a homebody, carries themselves with value and self esteem, someone a bit opinionated or sassy, transparent or simplistic with their emotions, someone who can easily come up with jokes (witty), sweet and polite, creative but not overly “deep” or pretentious, calm but capable of leaving their shell, someone with a form of status or regality to them, a bit gossipy, someone easily admired, someone with hobbies that lead them to be talented, takes good care of themselves, very intelligent or well versed in certain subjects, has good emotional intelligence and understanding/empathetic with reason

Morals/Values: someone who has financial plans or ideals/borderline has a sense of financial responsibility, someone who doesn’t overindulge in the party scene too much, a person with a belief system or morals that they’re loyal to, someone who understands the value of time being used wisely, open to other perspectives and cultures (isn’t overly bigoted basically)

Extras: he MIGHT not be interested in the basic typical people in the industry like he may prefer people who have different venues of creativity or has talents outside of basic dancing/singing, may find languages and cultures outside of his own attractive, maybe like a more lighter or softer toned voice

[zeroseuniverse]

 The Future is Going to be Okay

pairing: Seok Matthew X Fem reader

word count: 720

summary: soft mornings with Mathew

warning: talks of children

Matthew was surprisingly usually an early riser so when the man was still sleeping when she woke up, she smiled. She had been hoping for a moment like this, the sun beaming around his head like a halo, a soft smile resting on his face. She reached her hand out, softly grazing her fingers across his beautiful features, it always amazed her how she ended up with him. His sweet and considerate nature makes it impossible to not love him, and he’s the first person to ever treat her as if she’s the most fragile treasure in the world. 

 She carefully moved out of his grasp, his smile falling into a frown at the missing warmth, so she placed her pillow in his arms, her scent and warmth flowing back into his body. After sparing him one last smile she quietly snuck out of the room, towards the kitchen, to start putting together a nice breakfast for once. Usually, he was rushing off in the mornings, panicking he’d be late, but since it was the weekend she was hoping the two could have a calm weekend. 

Matthew opened his eyes, groggily processing the smell of food flowing into his nose. He moved his eyes to look at his lover, only to see the side of the bed empty and cold, his lips pulled into a pout, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, he sat up swiftly moving to put some sweatpants on before making his way to the kitchen, following the scent of food. 

She had just flipped the last egg onto the plate when arms wrapped around her waist and a face nestled into the side of her neck, “Good morning sleeping beauty” she hummed, setting down the spatula and placing her own hands on top of his.

“You know… I had this amazing dream last night,” he spoke, his voice muffled as he dragged his lips slowly across her skin.

“Oh? Is that what kept you sleeping so long?” She wondered, leaning her head back against her boyfriend, feeling his hum in agreement against her back.

“Mhmm, and I woke up wanting to tell you about it but guess who wasn’t there?” He used his arms to turn his beautiful woman around to face him, leaning down to connect their foreheads.

“Well I thought I could make you some breakfast, you never sleep in.”

“Hmmm all I want in the morning is to wake up to your face, every,” he placed a peck on her cheek, “Single,” He placed a peck on her other cheek, “Morning.” He finished planting the last kiss on her lips before grabbing the two plates to her side, turning to carry them to the table leaving his lover baffled. 

She joined his side at the table taking her spot, ready to eat only for Matthew to grab her hand and stop her, she looked up at him in shock, only to be met by his adoring smile. It was…different, he always admired her but he never looked so dopey, it made her grin in return, he looked so lovesick.

“What is it?”

“I love you.” He expressed, tightening his grip on her hand, she just looked so ethereal at that moment.

“Okay, what was this dream that has you acting so dopey?” She giggled, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.

“I’m going to marry you.” He said, yet again baffling his lover, though he didn’t waver and continued, “I am going to marry you, and we’re going to start a family, and our children are going to have the best uncles in the world, with the most supportive parents. I’m going to work less, and learn to cook rather than brew experiments.” He giggled, making her giggle as well, tears welling up in both of their eyes. 

“What are you on about my love?”

“I had a dream, we were parents, and happily married. We’d have Sunday dinners with the guys and we’d both cook the food together, we’d be a unit, nobody doing more than the other in any aspect. You are the only one I could ever see my future with. You are my future, my forever.” He confessed, keeping his eyes locked on her own. “Would you marry me?” he asked, plucking a flower from their centerpiece with a corny smile.

“I’d marry you any day at any time.” She cooed, watching as her now fiancé delicately maneuvered the flower stem to make it into a ring. The scene was so soft she started crying softly, happy that maybe her happiness would never end.

[hanbinstar]

hihi can I be 🐰 anon anyways can I request asking zb1 for cuddles

Of course 🥰 tbh I am so happy to be getting requests I usually don’t do full group because its more time and I have school but im gonna try to do this as much as I can, rn i have had a lot of testing so I might be late sorry

Jiwoong - Jiwoong is so fine omg he would probably come up to you while you’re doing homework (let’s pretend we are in college) and would wrap his arms around you and lightly kiss your neck (in a cute sweet way) “baby please, you look stressed how about you take a break with me” he would then proceed to cuddle up with you on the couch and watch your favorite movies

Matthew - i feel like Matthew would probably not even need to ask, he’d just start back hugging you or if you are on the couch he would hold you in his arms and give so many forehead kisses

Zhanghao - he would definitely pout or whine until you ask him what’s wrong “these days you’ve been so busy and i know we live together but i need your attention desperately” you would give in and hug this man

Taerae - he’d probably not even ask he’d just take you to the couch and lay his head in your lap so you could cuddle him and play with his hair

Hanbin - he would probably be very careful at first when asking because he wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable despite you being his partner so when he did ask he felt so relieved when you said yes, ever since then he has been a complete cuddle bug

Gyuvin - he probably jokingly pulled you onto his lap and you didn’t say no so he took it as a sign that you were cool with it, he’s really tall so when y’all cuddle in bed he sometimes wraps his arms and legs around you “haha youre trapped”

Ricky - Ricky Is a confident man who probably wouldn’t even hesitate when asking you “YN come here let’s cuddle” he’s very gentle with you and he probably plays with your hair while your face is buried in his chest

Gunwook - hed be smiling so hard and keep checking if you were alive “Gunwook I already told you,Im asleep I’m not dead, a dead person would not be snoring as loud as I do”

Yujin - he would probably be so shy, omg imagine him coming home from futball (soccer) and he just asks you for cuddles as a reward for him winning, he would try to be confident and chill but his heart would beating so fast and when you fall asleep on him he would probably try so hard not to move (the thing you do when your cat is ontop if you asleep so you make sure to stay as still as possible) he would eventually fall asleep as well

[ayatxt]

⟡ 🥬 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

⟡ 🥑 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

[taeraemylove]

Hanbin is the type to

The type to bring home flowers every Friday for you

The type to leave notes around the house with romantic messages

The type to text you every day while you are at work/school to ask if you’ve eaten

The type to always have your favorite snacks on hand because he knows you like them

The type to create personal playlists for you to listen to

The type to give you his jacket when you’re cold

The type to remember things you like and research it to relate to you

The type to open doors for you

The type to always have a blanket in his car so you don’t get cold

The type to hug you from behind when you’re cooking

The type to hold one of your hands while he drives

[woongisi]

Freudian Slips // Kim Taerae

switch!Kim Taerae x switch!fem!Reader // SMUT, some angst & fluff

WC// 5.9k

Synopsis// Taerae tried to stay respectful and ignore the fact he wanted his cock down your throat. Sometimes, his own thoughts betray him.

Warnings// angst, name calling, yelling, pussy eating, porn w/ (some) plot, "good girl", nipple play, marking, cumming in pants, blowjob, best friends to lovers

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"Tae, I'm getting hungryyyyy."

The two of you had been on the floor in front of the couch, compromising comfort in many regards. Your head had been resting on Taerae’s lap for some number of hours while he watched whatever shows graced the food channels of the tv. You didn't mind, it was quiet sans the occasional chit chatting or his gentle humming when he decided it was a bit too silent.

Truthfully, Taerae’s focus on the tv was less out of interest and more out of necessity. Sure, he loved watching the guys in the shows travel the world to try new restaurants and making notes of ones he would likely never visit. Unfortunately for him, the proximity of your face to his groin and the gradation of light across your face bothered him more than he was willing to admit to himself. He couldn't look at you long enough for his mind to begin to wander or he knew he'd risk making you uncomfortable. Had he done that, Taerae would've left, screamed into his pillow, and dedicated his life to solitude.

“Dude, you have to quit watching these before I’ve had dinner.” You groaned and pulled yourself to an upright position much to Taerae’s simultaneous relief and disappointment. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Well what have you been into lately?”

You pondered for a moment, beginning to spout off all the dishes you'd made and places you'd been that really hit the spot. Unintentionally egging on a discussion of the world’s many varieties of food for the next 10 minutes.

Once your stomach twisted again, you slammed your fist against the coach and shushed him. “Ok. Enough. My stomach is digesting itself. So… what's for dinner? I'm down for whatever.”

“You.”

Taerae had spoken without a single prior thought, far too lost in the depths of his brain filled with food and… lust.

The confused and conflicted face you hit him with was enough to bring realization to what he'd just said. The poor boy’s heart dropped with his face red hot in embarrassment.

“I- I meant… I meant you can decide! I'm… I'm also down for whatever…!” He was already preparing to get up and leave on the assumption you'd want him to.

“Taerae. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your initial reaction was to snap at him. “Seriously, ask yourself if that was appropriate, at all. Are you really just as sex depraved as every other guy?” You shoved your face into your hands. “Jesus Christ, dude.”

You almost caught yourself off guard with your own reaction. First and foremost you'd felt violated and angry… which hadn't yet begun to subside.

���I'm sorry- Really, I didn't mean-” Guilt sat heavy on Taerae’s mind, hurt, but feeling the reaction was what he deserved after all.

“Shut up. Just… just quit. All you men are the same. Forgive me for even trying. Or.. or wasting my time. Or yours. Whatever the hell we've been doing! Half a decade with you for this?” Deep down you knew you were being too harsh. You just weren't willing to get hurt again. A history of shitty men catcalling you, all your male friends ending up just wanting you for sex, just overall sleaze left you defensive.

Taerae remained silent, unable to form any words with sharp tears pricking at his eyes. By now he'd already backed up and moved to his knees, beginning to stand up.

“It's embarrassing, honestly. For you. I truly can't wait for the day I’m more than a damn hole to people.” You continued your rant, yet to notice the fat tears that had started rolling down Taerae's cheeks. “Quit thinking with your dick! I didn't think you were like that. It's just fucking disgusting. Why do I try anymore, Taerae you- you…”

Your eyebrows furrowed in surprise when his shame was no longer capable of being ignored. He slumped back to his knees in defeat, choking back cries, something that often failed and led to a weak sob. “I'll go… maybe you're right. I- I'm sorry again. I just…. just… never mind. You can block my number if you want…” Nearly every other word was interrupted with a sniffle or painfully restricted heave of his chest.

Your gaze fell more softly upon him. You hated to admit he… kinda looked pretty like this. “No,” you huffed and frowned with the awful knowing feeling that set deep in your chest, reaching to rest a hand on his knee. “I'm the one that should-”

Taerae cut you off sharply, “No!” He flinched back from your touch as if even coming in contact with you would kill him. “It's my fault I-”

“God, shut up!” Your voice raised again which did, indeed, shut him up.

You'd known Taerae for a number of years now. You'd just graduated college together, and had met him when he transferred to your high school in your senior year.

Back then you didn't see him for at least two weeks but you always heard murmurs about some new kid. You shared no classes, but word spread fast. A new kid is a new kid, your graduating class hadn't had one in years. Rumors were pretty mild compared to the usual gossip. The new kid was too quiet, the new kid came from overseas, the new kid was kinda hot but not really their type. Too nice and too passive. You knew from the start you wanted to meet him one day.

During the first fire drill of the year, you did. An unfamiliar face caught your eye in the grouping adjacent to yours. He was looking straight to the ground, fidgeting with the silver ring on his left pinky. It seemed like it spun. Most of the other kids were on their phones or talking, the teachers had given up on quieting them down pretty quickly.

You had snuck into his group, greeted a couple classmates you know alright, and placed yourself right in front of him.

“Hey, are you the new kid? Tae… Taetae? Raerae…?”

He had looked up from the ground with a small startle and nodded shyly. “Uh… Taerae… yeah.” He looked off to the side. “Why do you ask…?”

“Oh, I was just curious. I’d heard people talking about you and wanted to know what was up. I'm y/n by the way.” You cocked your head to the side to teasingly meet his gaze.

He was, as the other girls described, kinda hot. But… maybe he was your type? His dark brown hair hung across his forehead, straight and well kept. His deep brown eyes weren't eager to meet yours but you were glad to meet his. Neither of you knew just how pivotal that fire drill would be.

The teachers had signaled the all clear and just like that you were gone, yelling back that you liked his glasses and that he should come find you at lunch.

And find you at lunch he did. He had decided in the hours between that you couldn't be so bad. You didn't ridicule him for being so quiet, you didn't treat him like an animal to be oohed and ahhed at. Within a few weeks he'd developed a crush on you but pushed it to the recesses of his brain. You were his only friend at the school and he had studying to focus on. You, he thought, were too good for him anyways.

In the following years you grew to be attached at the hip. Always berated with questions as to if the two of you were dating, you both answered in equal shock with “Ewww!!!” and “I would never”... which had bothered him a little more than he liked to admit.

You spent lunch together. You spent time between classes together. Occasionally, you skipped class together. You spent your whole summer inseparable until the day you started your final year of college. And when that ended, you threw your graduation parties together. You had learned so much during those years. He had learned everything about you. Your dreams, your fears, your rocky history with men, what made you angry, what food you loved and hated, your favorite spots in town… everything.

The years that flash across your mind in only seconds snapped you back to the present situation.

In that short time, your mind had switched from the hurt you felt with others to fear. Fear that you were about to lose the best thing you ever had. Your best friend.

“Taerae. Taerae, come here…” You crawled over to him and, despite his protests, wrapped your arms around him. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I… I know you didn't mean to upset me.”

The boy’s tears had begun to flow openly and he was sobbing into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Sputtering apologies for getting tears and snot all over your shirt, pressing into your form.

“You've always been so sweet to me, even when I was messing with you and even when I didn't deserve it.” Every sentence you spoke drove him to be a complete and utter mess. You squeezed him tightly, securely, apologetically. “It was too much. The way I just yelled at you… It just struck a chord. I'm sorry. Nobody's ever treated me like you do.”

You said nothing more. Taerae had never seemed so small beneath your hold. You ran your hands through his wavy hair, hair that he recently had lightened to a lovely golden brown hue. With no lack of effort on your end, you managed to get his glasses off of his face and placed them on the carpeted floor beside you. You wanted to cry too. You wanted to cry and just say you were sorry over and over again. You resisted it even if only barely. The two of you never fought. Never.

When he calmed down enough, you let him go and gave his shoulder a tiny nudge. “Come on. Look at me.” Reluctantly he did.

His pretty brown eyes were puffy, blown wide, and glistening as he looked to you. “You… you don't hate me now?” Taerae's voice was meek in a way you hadn't seen since his last breakup. “I understand if you do…”

You spoke slowly, deliberately, and carefully to avoid revealing the extent in which he was breaking your heart right now. “Please. Hush.” You wiped the tears from his eyes with the knuckle of your finger. “I know you too well… I could never hate you. You're too kind, too gentle, too…”

Your next words came out in unison.

“Pathetic.”

“Perfect.”

Taerae's shocked expression was hardly repressed. “Perfect…? No. No no no, I'm anything but that. I'm nothing. Not compared to you.”

“Please don't make me tell you to shut up again. Hey… you're wearing the same sweater you were wearing when we met.”

“You remember that…?”

“I couldn't forget it if I tried to. You changed my life. We've done practically everything together for 5 years. If I lost you I don't think I'd ever be the same. Besides, it just looks so cute on you.”

Silence hung heavy in the air except for the background noise of Guy Fieri leaking from the television. All you two could do was stare at each other in a confusing meld of emotions. You fumbled for the remote, placing the tv on mute before you spoke.

“Hey.”

“Yeah, y/n…?”

“Would it be weird if I told you I'm in love with you?”

At that very moment Taerae felt like he had to be delusional. Maybe dead. Whatever he felt, there was no way you just said that to him.

“What…?”

It was your turn to shy away from his gaze.

“D- Do you mean it? Please don't toy with me like this. I can't take it. Please please don't do this to me. Don't break my heart.”

“You know I mean it, Tae. Do I lie to you?”

Taerae’s heart was stuck in his throat. Tears that never truly stopped had started once more. This time, accompanied by his smile that always extended ear to ear.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Taerae was absolutely beaming, giggling like a little kid. “I've dreamt about this day. I've liked you for years. I always pushed it away, thinking you'd never like me like that. You were seriously out of my league. Still are.”

Suddenly, you were pulled into a tight hug. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest. You'd be able to feel him crying too, if it weren't for the fabric of your shirt already being soaked.

“Oh, y/n. You were the first person in this city to treat me like I mattered. I've never truly been able to ignore my feelings, but… when you were laying there. So peaceful. So at ease with your head secure in my lap. I just wanted to love you.”

He paused only long enough to take a deep breath.

“I've always loved you but I wanted to love you. I wanted you to be mine and only mine. To hold you, to comfort you, protect you. Your pretty little face putting so much trust in me. I shouldn't be speaking like it was in the past. I want to. Present tense. I want to fall asleep with you and then every morning I want to wake up with you.”

Taerae’s next words were considered carefully.

“If we're bearing it all, I should admit this too. Earlier… it was a slip of the mouth but I meant it in a way. It wasn't some filthy joke to try and get under your skin or in your pants. But… I do want you that way. I guess… sexually… I just didn't want you to find out in such a way and I needed you to hear that I really care for you and wasn't just riled up because your face was near my bits.”

“Alright, that's enough.” You bit your lip and grabbed his left hand. The one he wore the spinning ring on way back then. “I want to kiss you. I can't talk anymore. I need you to feel that I love you. So, please. Can I kiss you?”

Taerae groaned in relief and giggled. “I've waited 5 years for this. God. You know my ex from last year? She was pretty and all but through all that I only wanted you. All that just to say… kiss me. I'm almost begging you to.”

The first connection of your lips was eager but soft, and sent shockwaves through your bodies. This is what you'd been missing. This is what he'd been missing. No amount of hot flings could've ever prepared you for how it was to kiss Taerae.

“Thank you.” You whispered against him. It only took a moment's time for your lips to clash again, this time more passionately. He tasted faintly of caramel and dark brewed coffee. The scent you caught from the collar of his shirt was new and sickeningly intoxicating. You were used to his natural scent by now and had always enjoyed it, but smelling it now with the velvety rich perfume was an entirely different sensation.

You weren't sure how experienced your dear friend was, but you were sure he'd never kissed anyone like this. His lips were pillowy and unexpectedly soft. Contradicting his generally unassertive nature, Taerae had decided there was enough surface level kissing. The surprise of him attempting to push his tongue into your mouth caught you off guard, causing you to yield easily. A soft whine rose from your throat, egging Taerae on.

“Having fun, yeah?” He chided at you, his typical humor coming back to him.

“Having fun, yeah?” You mocked. “Just keep kissing me, pretty boy.”

There were no complaints to be had on that command. One hand firmly on your back and the other holding the side of your face, Taerae's presence was domineering. The way his hands spread so far across you had you acutely aware of just how large they really are. You desperately wanted to know what those hands could do, but patience was a virtue you had to exercise.

“You taste so good, Tae~” Your face was red hot, almost humiliatingly so. Each time you pulled away from each other, saliva hung between you in heavy strands. You hadn't expected to be kissing your best friend, nor had you expected you'd be on the floor if it ever were to happen. Taerae leaned forward, guiding you carefully to rest your back against the front of the couch.

Taerae broke the kiss, both of your lips growing red. You let out a whine of dismay which was quickly silenced by him latching on to your neck, just below your ear. Taerae's warm breath against your skin made you shiver and you moved to grab on to the sleeve of his sweater.

“Shit- Tae, don't, I have to work tomorrow.” Despite your protests, you'd subconsciously craned your neck to grant him easy access.

“Hm?” He nipped lightly at your flesh. “Waited all this time but you want me to stop now?

“Fine, but if anyone says a word to me you'll never hear the end of it.”

“Hm. I can live with that.”

His onslaught against your neck was relentless, moving his way down toward your collarbones. Red and purple hues were now flowering on the expanse of your skin in deliberately placed blotches.

“Hey, switch it up.” You tapped his arm to get his attention, your message conveyed easily enough. Adjusting your respective positions and climbing onto the couch, you were now straddling Taerae’s hips. You cupped his face, lightly caressing his cheeks with your thumb. Your eyes fell upon him with adoration, taking in the views of his furrowed brows, glossy eyes, and blushing cheeks. With a loving sigh, you granted a small kiss to his cheek before taking his lips into yours once more.

You grasped one of his hands, guiding it to hover just above your chest. Between kisses you assured him it was alright for him to touch you, which he was happy to accept. Your breath hitched once he took your breast into his large hand and brushed his thumb across your nipple. The days in which you bothered to wear a bra around him had passed a couple years ago. Normally such a simple action wouldn't have brought much of a reaction, but this situation was far from ordinary. His massaging of your flesh was slow, almost hesitant, and he was clearly relishing it.

The kisses you exchanged were growing increasingly sloppy and desperate. Softly moaning and whimpering into each other's mouths, teeth occasionally scraping, tongue intertwining. Taerae was becoming increasingly excited, not only evidenced by his less coordinated movements but the growing bulge in his jeans as well. You took note of this and gave your hips an experimental roll. Taerae's brow twitched and he hissed, a small involuntary buck of his hips meeting.

“O-oh my god, y/n, hell.” He was hit with a sudden worry and shook his head slightly, now maintaining eye contact. “First. I know I want this… but are you sure you do? Really really sure? It's so sudden I… I don't want to pressure you into anything. I’d never forgive myself.”

“Idiot,” You chuckled. “I promise if I wasn't sure then I'd have stopped this by now. I want to be close to you, I want to feel you.”

Taerae flashed you a brilliant grin and settled his hands on your waist. You draped your arms over his shoulders, wrapping around to the back of his neck, and nestled your face against the crook of his neck. You swore you could almost feel his heart kiss a beat at the feeling of you licking a small stripe down the side of it.

“Just revenge.” You quipped, proceeding to suck circles into the delicate flesh and biting down gently.

“You gotta be trying to kill me, woman.” You granted him no audible reply.

You again started to move your hips against him, the friction of your panties and thin shorts against the rough denim sending a shock straight to your core. He was already becoming putty in your hands, pliant and gradually losing the dominant facade he'd earlier displayed. His hips came up to meet yours with breathy moans emitting from the two of you. Deciding you'd abused his poor neck enough, you pulled away from his neck. One hand now resting on his side, the other slipped under the thick sweater fabric but still above the white button up he donned beneath.

“Bet your ex never did this to you, hm?” Taerae about jumped out of his skin when your index and pointer finger pressed down on his nipple, rolling the sensitive bud beneath them.

He tossed his head back with a pathetic drawn out whimper. “Damnit, didn't know they were so fucking sensitive. You're right… but I’m so fucking glad you are now.” He swallowed his next breath hard and spoke shyly. “P-please, I like it, don't stop.”

Who were you to deny?

Your continued ministrations were of course pleasurable to you but nothing was quite as satisfying as the way Taerae was coming completely unraveled beneath you. His erection was straining painfully against his jeans now, every buck of his hips driving him just a bit more crazy, short noises of “ah, ah” falling loosely from his lips whenever you applied pressure to him again.

The grip your partner had on you was becoming almost painful but pleasantly so. Arousal filled eyes looking up admirably at you, his mind was spinning.

“Wait, wait, I'm close- so close.” Taerae warned but groaned at the sudden loss of friction when you stilled your hips.

“What's wrong? You wouldn't wanna be done already would you?” It was your turn to tease.

He shook his head and you pressed your forehead against his.

“I've got a question , Tae. You ever wondered what I taste like?”

“God, yes, s-so many times.”

“Right, then I've got an idea. Taerae. Do you wanna eat me out?”

“Fuck. Yes. Is that even a question?”

Taerae took his position back on the floor, legs folded neatly beneath him. You were lounging against the back of the couch with legs open wide to grant him access. Taerae ran his hands along your thighs. He'd seen them many times before, years of ignoring how much he wondered how they'd feel.

“Come on,” You whined, “not to be all impatient but I really would love some relief right about now.”

Taerae hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts, urging you to lift your hips, and pulled them off of you. He swore his mouth watered at the sight of you. Your underwear were simple, your typical bikini style. They were sky blue, ribbed cotton, with a tiny white bow right on the middle of the waistband.

“Ah, cute.” Taerae laughed lightly and leaned in, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. “Never took you for someone to wear anything but skin tone panties.”

“You've… thought about it?” You looked to the side shyly as if he was looking at your face anyways.

“Mhm. Thought about a lot of things.”

Taerae left sloppy open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, pulling at the skin softly with his teeth. He took in every little twitch of your muscles and every little noise you made.

“Alright alright, I'll stop teasing.”

Taerae removed your panties, biting his bottom lip harshly. You squirmed, self conscious under the intensity of his gaze.

“Fuckin’ beautiful…” He muttered under his breath and gave your clit a playful lick which made you jump. Arms situated on either side of your hips, Taerae delved into you eagerly, coating the lower half of his face in your juices in little time. “Baby, you're so wet, shit.”

You ran one hand through his fluffy hair, assuring that it was all because of him, all for him. He granted you a sloppy lick along the entirety of your cunt eagerly. He nuzzled into you, tongue delving into your core. Every movement felt electric to you, drowning in the sensation of his nose bumping into your clit, losing yourself more and more when you focused in on the sounds of his mouth against you and the way he panted whenever he paused to catch his breath. One of your hands was pressed against your mouth to stifle your moans while the other grabbed at Taerae’s hair.

You yanked at the locks unintentionally harsh when Taerae’s lips latched onto your clit, sucking eagerly with his tongue pressing against it lightly. The sting of his scalp solicited a choked groan deep from his throat. You took note of it, realizing there was definitely a reason he enjoyed it so much when you played with his hair all the time. Cute.

Taerae had yet to notice the fact he was rutting his hips against the couch, far too focused on eating you out as if he'd never get the chance again. For all he knew, he wouldn't. He removed his right hand from your leg and dipped two fingers into your opening, plunging them in and out progressively deeper as they were coated with your wetness. You'd given up on keeping quiet by now, the hand previously over your mouth now pinching your nipple through your shirt.

“Feels so good,” You gasped out. Taerae curled his fingers, eventually locating the spot that made you cry out. You felt him smile, narrowing in on it and using his free hand to lightly press his palm flat over your pubic bone.

“There you go, just like that.” He purred, picking up his pace. Your chest was heaving, your mind reeling and leaving you wondering where he learnt this and how the hell he got so good at it. His ex crossed your mind but you couldn't be bothered to feel jealous at the moment. Not when the callused pads of his fingers were abusing your g-spot.

“Tae, I'm gonna- Please please just don't stop!” You begged incoherently to him. Taerae’s hips stuttered against the couch, not realizing just how close he was until it was too late. He grunted, desperately chasing his high until he pushed over the edge, his seed spilling out to ruin the expensive denim of his jeans. His moans reverberated through your nerves, bringing you to ecstasy moments after he came. Your thighs shook and clamped around his skull which only encouraged him to ride through both of your orgasms.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” Taerae soaked in your praises, freeing himself from the grasp of your legs once you had calmed down.

“Good god, you're good.” You took deep breaths, trying to regain composure. Taerae stood up and leaned over you so he could kiss your forehead and hold your cheek.

“Thank you, love,” Taerae avoided eye contact and scratched his arm. “I, uhm, I may have finished… I’m really sorry.”

“Trade me places. Don’t apologize. Don't worry. I'll clean you up real nice.” You smirked.

If his situation didn't feel real before, it did now. You were looking up at Taerae, fumbling to undo his belt until you could remove it and toss it to the side. You handed him his glasses with the insistence he should be able to see you perfectly.

Taerae considered his words carefully. “This is crazy, all of this. I… think we're past the point of hiding anything. I've stayed up so many nights buried deep in a toy, pretending and wishing so badly that it was you. Now you're here, unzipping my pants…”

His statements made your ears hot while you instructed him to help you out, pulling his pants down to his ankles. He was just in his sweater and underwear now, navy blue plaid boxers complete with a sizable wet patch at the front.

“What else did you think about? Don't be shy. I wanna know.” You lightly squeezed the form of his dick with a mumble. “Such a mess you've made.”

“Well, I-” Taerae’s voice caught in his throat when you started to palm at his groin, agonizingly slow and deliberate. “You remember all those times some freak wouldn't leave you alone so you grabbed my hand and declared how you were taken?”

You placed a kiss just below his navel, right on his happy trail. “Of course I was happy to help you out before all else… but at night I’d always think about how small your hands felt around mine.”

You pulled his boxers down, enough for his dick to spring out and land against his stomach with a wet slap. A drawn out groan filled the room.

“Oh my- has anyone ever told you that your cock is beautiful?” It really was. He wasn't the longest, sitting at what you guessed was 6 inches, but he was girthy. His dick curved upward pleasantly, adorned with a couple prominent veins and a pale pink head. Everything was amplified by the thick white liquid coating the length of it.

You rested your head against his thigh, lazily stroking up and down, taking in the view, and smiling a little at the feeling of Taerae petting your hair. The moment was tender, uncharacteristically quiet. He looked at you like you were his whole world, whispering praises of how pretty you are, soaking in the sensations.

“Alright, I did say I’d clean you up, yeah?”

You licked a long stripe up the underside of Taerae's dick, gathering some amount of his seed on your tongue as you did so. You swallowed it eagerly and stuck out your tongue with an “ahh” to let him see there was nothing remaining. You continued your job with excitement, leaving small licks across the skin until the only residue left was your saliva.

You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and took the tip into your mouth. You tongued at his slit, noting the way he shuddered. Neglecting to give any meaningful warning, you took a deep breath through your nose and pushed yourself down on his length, gagging a bit when the head touched the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Taerae’s hand grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Where'd you learn to do that? Ngh- actually, don't tell me. I can't stand to t-think about your lips on anybody but me.”

You pulled your head off of him with a pop and looked up with pleading eyes.

“Please, I want you… in me.” You couldn't understand how you felt so bashful with Taerae considering how long you'd known him. You mulled over it for a moment, deciding it was reasonable enough to feel embarrassed to be begging any man for anything.

Something switched on within Taerae’s mind. “Alright, up.” He patted his thigh, guiding you to straddle him with the head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

“You sure, baby?” You nodded. “Ready? Promise? I want to hear you say it.”

“I promise, need you.”

“Good girl.”

Taerae used his hand to slide his cock between your folds, using the other to urge you to sink your hips down.

“A-ah, Taerae!” You cried and pressed your head into his neck. He swore he could've cum on the spot. You'd used his full name before. Plenty of times, really. Normally you were just calling for him across the room. Maybe scolding him for saying something dumb, or even yelling at him as you had done not even an hour prior. This was… different.

“Come on,” He gently pried you from his body. His eyes sparkling, looking at you like you were his entire world, pride swelling in his chest. “Hold on tight.”

You flung your arms around him happily, regaining your position by his throat. Taerae's hands grabbed firmly at your hips as he started to thrust in to you.

“Good god, so tight.” Taerae growled. The stretch was incredible, your walls clenching around him. The initial sting was soothed quickly. You could've sworn Taerae was made for you in every way. His personality, his care, the way your bodies slotted together, how satisfyingly he filled your cunt.

Both of you swore up and down you usually lasted longer but between the surges of emotion longing, you were reaching your peaks quite rapidly.

Taerae was basking in how you begged for him to speed up, unknowingly stroking his ego. He smirked with satisfaction, you were finally his… and he needed to hear it out loud.

“You want more?” His voice was low and velvety in your ears. “Right. Then tell me who's wrecking you? Who do you belong to?”

“You, Tae-” His nails dug into your sides with his thrusts intensifying swiftly. “Belong to you, don't want anyone else. Just Taerae-”

His hips snapped roughly upward, letting himself set a brutal pace.

“That's right, y/n. Mine. Don't need anybody else.”

Your ramblings had devolved to moans with the occasional coherent utterance of Taerae's name, thanks, and praises.

“Getting close, hon?” Taerae's breath was shaky and hot, his mind clouding with the pleasure that washed over him in waves.

You nodded fervently, pleading with him to keep going, to let you finish. Granting him permission to cum inside before he had even asked. With a series of high moans, your orgasm hit you like a semi, clamping your teeth down on the side of Taerae’s neck hard.

“Fuck!” Taerae yelped and planted himself firmly within you, pushed to his limit by the way you desperately rutted your hips against his in an attempt to drag out your high. His cum covered your walls in white hot ropes with every twitch of his cock, filling you up until it began to seep out of you and down to his balls.

For a few moments, everything was quiet other than both of your exhausted pants. You clung to him like he wasn't corporeal, like he was going to disappear if you let him go, feeling his heart beating forcefully beneath his sweater. You pulled off of him, mourning the loss of his cock and the sticky liquid that flowed freely from your hole.

Coming back to reality, insecurity grabbed hold of you cruelly and you held back tears.

“T-Taerae…?”

His hand rubbed your back reassuringly.

“Yes?”

“Do you still love me?”

“What kind of silly question- Nevermind.” Taerae squeezed you into a hug and wiggled back and forth. “Of course I do. Sure you just took me to another planet but I told you that's not the only reason I love you. I promise.”

Your stomach growled in the silence, reminding you of what had gotten you to this situation in the first place.

“I'm sorry again, Tae. I love you so so so much…”

Taerae made a noise of acknowledgement. “I love you too. Hey, you still hungry?”

“God damn I almost forgot. Can we get chinese?”

“What? You just had korean! But, if that's what you want then I guess so…”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed and pinched Taerae wherever you could grab.

Taerae removed you from his arms, peppering tiny kisses all over your face and hands.

“Get up so we can clean up, alright? Then I’ll call in the order and you can take a nap. I'll wake you up when it gets here.”

You nodded happily, following him to the bathroom while he switched on the showerhead. You both tossed your shirts to the side and hopped under the hot water, embracing each other once again.

“Thanks for pissing me off, Tae.”

“Yeah. Thanks for not killing me on the spot.”

[taeraex]

breaking news! an almond fits in taerae's dimple!

[sunshyni]

ㅤㅤ<goodnight n go>

<p>why'd you have to be so cute?</p>

<notas>Gente, ele é tão fofo, sério!!! 😭

Eu achei que meu bias no zb1 fosse o Ricky, mas agora tenho as minhas dúvidas KKKKK Foi muito gostosinho escrever isso, e sinceramente??? Acho que ficou a cara dele!!! Juro!!! 😭 Espero que vocês gostem!!!

<w.c>1.2k

<avisos>Tá um tiquinho sugestivo porque eu escrevi escutando Ariana Grande, então já era de se esperar KKKKK Informação muito específica e desnecessária, mas a prota é um ano mais velha que o Gunwook em homenagem a mim mesma porque eu sempre fico muito chocada quando me deparo com idols mais novos que eu (sim, eu sou que nem o Jisung bugando muito com os membros do nct wish se referindo a ele como hyung KKKKK)

Boa leitura, docinhos!!! 🌀

<p>you know where your hands should be. So baby, won't you come show me?</p>

— Eu perdi meu ônibus pra casa — Gunwook reapareceu à porta do seu apartamento, depois de vocês terem passado a tarde inteira aconchegados no corpo um do outro, sendo obrigados a se despedirem com um “Boa noite” hesitante, acompanhado pelo ato de segurar as mãos até a distância desvencilhar os dedos. Então, numa atitude imprudente, Gunwook simplesmente deixou passar diante dos seus olhos o último ônibus da linha que o deixava praticamente na porta da sua casa. Mas como voltar para a sua casa se ele só conseguia de fato descansar apenas nos seus braços? — Posso ficar aqui?

Ele perguntou, pressionando a bochecha contra o batente da porta, o rosto ligeiramente corado, você não sabia dizer se era pela pequena quantidade de liquor que você adicionou no chocolate quente que vocês estavam bebendo, ou se era devido ao ar gelado da noite, ou – última hipótese e a mais provável de todas – se era por sua culpa.

— Não — Você brincou, um sorriso emoldurando seus lábios nos quais o Park era incapaz de tirar os olhos nas últimas semanas. Você segurou a palma direita dele com as duas mãos, conduzindo-o até a sala enquanto ele fechava a porta com a mão livre, e assim estavam de volta em frente ao sofá que passaram embolados um no outro ao passo que assistiam um clássico com a Sandra Bullock. Os créditos de “Enquanto você dormia” ainda estavam pausados e as xícaras da bebida quente que você providenciou permaneciam sobre descansos de copo em cima da mesinha de centro quando você ajudou Gunwook a tirar o casaco de inverno pesado.

— Você nem deveria ter se despedido pra começo de conversa — Gunwook estreitou os olhos para você, mas seus olhos estavam mais concentrados na camisa de mangas compridas que mais parecia de compressão, marcando os ombros largos de uma forma gloriosa que te fez se ajoelhar no sofá e abrir os braços num pedido silencioso de abraço. Gunwook tratou de repousar a terceira peça no primeiro móvel que encontrou – um armário que você utilizava para guardar suas louças mais caras e que em outras circunstâncias teria reclamado da escolha, mas era incapaz de discutir com aquele ursinho – e te abraçou, contornando a sua cintura com uma ternura sem igual ao passo que se juntava a você no sofá confortável.

— Foi a senhorita que 'tava quase me expulsando daqui — Você gritou de surpresa quando Gunwook fez cosquinhas na sua barriga, fazendo com que você perdesse a força nos joelhos e desistisse de lutar contra as mãos traiçoeiras do mais novo, deitando no sofá esticado como sinal de derrota.

O Park se deitou bem ao seu lado, de frente para você, a mão acariciando gentilmente o seu rosto enquanto você fazia subir a barra da calça dele com o pé, roçando na perna de Gunwook e provocando-o de um jeitinho que fez ele se estremecer de prazer.

— Porque eu tenho medo de não conseguir me conter — Você admitiu e Gunwook te olhou com uma expressão confusa adornando o rosto angelical — Só não se despede mais de mim, tá? Fica aqui. Você é um pouco maior que esse sofá, mas a minha cama te serve bem.

Gunwook desviou o olhar, claramente envergonhado, mas um sorriso orgulhoso cobria-lhe os lábios rosados, afinal ele não se importaria de morar por definitivo dentro de um cômodo do tamanho de um banheiro, se estivesse junto com você, disso ele tinha certeza.

Mesmo que vocês ainda nem namorassem. Vocês se conheceram no trabalho, num acidente no qual você quase quebrou a impressora colossal e Gunwook te impediu de imprimir uma quantidade absurda de cópias, não demorou muito para você se sentir ansiosa em vê-lo engravatado todos dias a la Clark Kent, e Gunwook tinha inventado de presentear a equipe com um copo de café todos os dias, apenas para grudar um post-it no seu com mensagens simples de “Bom dia” e um desenho fofo, e algumas mais ousadas como “Sinto o seu perfume de longe. Será que eu posso chegar mais perto pra averiguar se é seu mesmo?”, pequenas atitudes que te faziam querer mimá-lo e tê-lo por cima do seu corpo ao mesmo tempo. Vocês com frequência trocavam olhares por cima das repartições e enviavam mensagens um para o outro no chat da empresa, Deus sabia o quanto você tinha medo do departamento dos recursos humanos estar secretamente interceptando as conversas, mas isso nem passava por sua cabeça quando Gunwook esticava o pescoço do outro lado da mesa e perguntava “Sério?” para alguma mensagem sua, apenas movimentando os lábios.

Gunwook vivia segurando sua mão, vocês passeavam para tudo que é canto, mas nenhum dos dois havia se declarado ainda e Gunwook ainda não tinha te beijado, embora você tivesse consciência – levando em consideração as milhares de mordidas de lábio de puro nervosismo enquanto contemplava sua boca – que ele estava desesperado para isso, o que fazia com que ele chegasse um bocado mais perto da definição de fofura.

— Quero que você saiba que tem toda a liberdade — Gunwook nem piscava, atento demais no que você tinha a dizer e de repente consciente demais da proximidade dos seus corpos, o que fez com que seu coração batesse em disparada, feito um cavalo de corrida destinado a alcançar o primeiro lugar — Pode me tocar como você quiser.

Gunwook mordeu o lábio inferior, soltando-o lentamente, permitindo que ele escapasse suavemente dos dentes antes de colar os lábios nos seus com sutileza, ao passo que a mão retinha sua nuca com confiança, um contraste que não podia passar despercebido e que te fez derreter feito picolé nos braços dele. Consistentemente, lá estava Gunwook por cima de você enquanto te beijava com uma doçura sem fim, o antebraço bem ao lado do seu rosto, impedindo-o de colocar o peso do corpo sobre você, ainda que aquela altura do campeonato, você não desse a mínima se ele te pressionasse um pouco, seria tão bom quanto, já que dessa forma poderia senti-lo melhor.

— Eu 'tava sonhando com isso desde que te dei aquele primeiro café — Você prendeu a respiração quando a mão dele percorreu a lateral do seu corpo de forma perigosa, no entanto ainda suave e pura, apenas conhecendo território desconhecido.

— Então o café sempre foi proposital? — Questionou e pode observar bem de perto quando as bochechas e as orelhas de Gunwook adquiriram um tom vermelho de forma gradativa. Você deixou um selinho rápido na ponta do narizinho encantador dele, tirando-o de uma tela azul da timidez — Quer que eu tenha tanta energia pra que, especificamente?

— É que... — Ele escondeu o rosto quente em seu pescoço, incapaz de te olhar nos olhos por aqueles instantes, embora estivesse se aproveitando da oportunidade para sentir seu cheiro e espalhar beijos preguiçosos na região do seu colo, o que provocava arrepios por toda extensão do seu corpo sensível especificamente por ele.

Quando Gunwook guiou o olhar para você novamente, seus olhos tinham adquirido um brilho diferente que se assemelhava bastante com desejo, as pupilas dilatadas comprovavam isso, e o frio na sua barriga, como se estivesse prestes a andar em uma montanha-russa sem trava de segurança constatava isso de forma mais impetuosa ainda.

— Continua... — Você o estimulou com a voz falha e com a impressão de que poderia facilmente se dissolver feito uma gelatina em dias quentes, se as coisas progredissem naquela maneira gostosa.

— É que a gente pode fazer bem lentinho... — A sua mão repousou sobre o peitoral dele, se certificando de mantê-lo minimamente afastado para fitá-lo nos olhos enquanto falava — Mas é que eu não sei se consigo me conter com só uma vez.

[junnieverse]

9:37 am ➳ S. HANBIN

➙ synopsis: mornings with your boyfriend

Hanbin

pairings: sung hanbin x gn!reader

genre: teeth rotting fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: not proofread so there might be typos. prepare to melt because this was too cute.

a/n: hello my angels! here's a little something new for you guys to read, my writing is a little rusty since it's been awhile but it feels great to get back at it after so long. I didn't know whether to make this a headcannon or timestamp and in the end it was the latter. :)

You're soon woken up feeling the light from the morning sun peeping through the window introducing yet another sunny summer day and you couldn't help to think what better way to spend it than with with your boyfriend Hanbin.

You both had been working tirelessly the entire week and the night before you dedicated the evening to binge watching your favourite shows and movies while snuggled up to each other.

Twisting yourself to turn to the other side of the bed which your boyfriend usually occupies, you're met with an empty bedside with nothing but his pillow and scrunched up sheets.

Looking around the room in confusion, you're left worried not knowing where Hanbin could be considering as far as you were concerned, he wouldn't be working today and even if he was going to go somewhere without saying anything, he would've left you a message or stuck a note on the pillow before leaving.

You're soon pulled out of your thoughts as a pan hitting against another pot is heard and Hanbin's cooking playlist is playing.

Quickly putting on a hoodie, you make your way to the kitchen as the relaxing music fills your ears and the light scent of coffee and bacon hits your nose.

Standing by the door, you can't help but admire Hanbin's figure as his back faces you, too focused on cooking to have noticed your arrival and it's moments like this where you thank the universe for such a perfect boyfriend.

Making your way up to him, you gently wrap your arms around his waist, feeling him slightly jump in suprise but he soon lets out his cute laugh enjoying your affection as you engulf him in a back hug.

"Well good morning to you my love," he says glancing behind at you as he continues to cook with you holding onto him.

"Good morning," you mumble tiredly as you shut your eyes enjoying just staying close to your boyfriend.

"Breakfast is almost ready so you can go take a seat by the island and your boyfriend will be serving you soon," he soon responds adding the pancakes to the plate.

You then let go of his figure but just as you do, Hanbin turns around to face you engulfing you in another tight hug before he places a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You look pretty," he compliments showing his whisker smile.

Looking at him, you immediately break eye contact feeling shy at his sudden compliment.

No matter how long you've been dating Hanbin, he always found a way to bring back the butterflies in your stomach and make you blush and smile like a madman.

Taking a seat by the island bar stool, you continue to silently admire your boyfriend who was making breakfast.

Before you knew it, he was in front of you with a cup of coffee that not only smelt like heaven but you knew it tasted just as amazing.

His mom owning a cafe and him having worked part time there as a barista and earning his license to be one meant Hanbin knew alot about how to make a good beverage and he knew exactly how to make you a good drink with a cutely designed heart in the foam.

Placing the food down on the counter, Hanbin quickly grabs the necessary utensils making sure to cut a peace of the pancake he made, dipping it in some syrup and brings it to your mouth.

At this gesture you lean in closer to try the food as it melts on your palette leaving you feeling a sense of peace.

"This is amazing," you say and Hanbin can't help but smile as you compliment his food and he feels proud for being able to satisfy your taste buds.

Taking a seat beside you, Hanbin begins to eat his own food as he tells you about his members crazy antics from the day before when he found Gyuvin and Yujin in a box.

Knowing the two boys, you knew it was better not to ask about that madness.

At some point everything else he said became a blur as you simply took the time to admire how the sun coming through the kitchen window was hitting his skin making him glow especially more and his laughter was music to your ears.

Everything about this moment was perfect, nothing felt more special than being able to spend a relaxing morning with breakfast being served to you and the great company of your boyfriend Hanbin.

Those were your favourite mornings.

[bang-chan-my-man]

Hanbin Instagram Update

[sh0tanzz]

can you do ZB1 as your boyfriend PLS (like all of them🙏)

guess who’s kinda back…😨

ZB1 RICKY AS YOUR BF based on astrology ~

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!)

Taurus Sun @ 29° : With his sun being in a venusian sign in a leo degree (the sun), he’s the bf that takes care of himself/maintains his appearance. Everyone talks about “boyfriend air” and how bfs tend to be messy but he most likely is vv hygienic. He’s not one to rush and might initially be a bit reserved/introverted (until he opens up and feels more comfortable). He appreciates physical art and pleasures (fashion, food, leisure) and it translates into his relationships. He probably likes to gift his partner with material items that enhance their beauty so outfits, skincare, jewelry. It makes sense that he helps the members do their makeup and probs would maybe do the same for his partner. Being reliable is something he finds relatively important.

Gemini Moon @ 9° : In relationships he enjoys being able to be versatile and express himself in different and even unpredictable ways. He finds comfort in being able to freely share his thoughts/feelings and will reciprocate this to his partner. He may enjoy hearing his partners pov and opinions about things or even relish in hearing his partner’s voice in general. There’s a sense of spontaneity especially with the moon being in a sag degree. He has moon square jupiter+uranus and trine neptune; so he could be a bit restless and even indifferent emotionally adding onto his unpredictability. I wouldn’t say he has mood swings but his feelings could be very case by case.

Taurus Mercury @ 4° : He is honestly on the more laidback and rational side of things but is capable of being more obstinate and deliberate. He has mercury trine jupiter and sextile uranus so he lowkey has a gift for gab and basically is a yapper with whoever is partner is. With mercury sextile mars he might even slightly enjoy debating things (unless it’s something he’s super set in opinion with and sensitive about). He’s most likely more intelligent and has more common sense than he likes to let on and most likely shares his more intellectual/philosophical side when he’s with his partner. Would enjoy having person inside jokes with his partner alone.

Gemini Venus @ 26° : He’s naturally flirty, charming and even playful. He dislikes being bored and mentally under stimulated in his romantic pursuits. He acts in a sense that will bring both comfort and stability but also still mentally entertain. He likes his space however and may not enjoy extreme clinginess. Ricky is naturally creative and finds beauty in refined things with quality even in the mundane. He’s the guy who takes you to outside places to both indulge as well as communicate. He flirts in a way that’s not super in your face but still witty and clever with a smoothness; with it being in a taurean degree he finds satisfaction in giving gifts and doing reciprocal tasks. He has Venus opposite Pluto so depending on the state of the relationship he may have a tendency to constantly waiver between being passive/indifferent to being attached/controlling or just borderline being unpredictable in his displays of affection.

Cancer Mars @ 8° : In a scorpio degree oooo. He’s very caring and protective to a degree. He most likely would want to take the lead or at least be a source of comfort for his s/o. He isn’t super quick to confront and may gather his thoughts and feelings before expressing more negative feelings. He might have an unintentional tendency for unspoken resentment if he doesn’t/can’t express himself. He has mars sextile jupiter and conjunct saturn so though he seems slow to act whenever he does it will be bold or at least with impact, in relationships he wants actions to emotionally mean something and not be pointless. Lowkey might be persistent in a seductive nature LOLL.

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Safety First

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Seok Matthew X Fem Reader Word Count: 1K Warnings: None really aside from Reader being Ji-Woong's Sister

If there was one thing in the world that she knew for certain it was that her brother adored her, Jiwoong was undeniably her number one person in this world and if someone so much as breathed in her direction, they would be interrogated like they just committed 3 counts of murder. Even so, he did love the fact that most of his friends took to her like a brother when he wasn’t around, so it wasn’t a surprise when he invited her to go camping with them. She mostly stuck to her brother's side, but Gyuvin, Taerae, and Yujin would occasionally kidnap her to cause some sort of chaos, which is actually what led her to this moment, funnily enough.

The four stood in front of their 6 friends, all four deciding to look at their surrounding areas as if they didn’t see the 6 sets of shocked and amused eyes directed in their direction. “How in the world did you guys end up soaked, there’s no water near here?” Hanbin wondered, causing Taerae to look more sheepish than the others.

“So, remember how you told me to dump the cooler earlier?” He smiled sweetly trying to butter up his hyung, only earning quirked eyebrows in response, which caused him to huff and cross his arms.

“Taerae packed water guns so we used the water to fill up water guns, we had a war, which Yujin and I won by the way!” Gyuvin snitched, earning glares from his accomplices.

“Well, you four will be sitting in Jiwoong’s car since it has seat covers, we already packed your bags into the truck so no change of clothes,” Hao explained earning pitiful nods in return.

“I call shotgun since I won!” Gyuvin hollered trying to run to the front seat only to get pushed back by Jiwoong.

“I don’t sit next to wet rats, You four wet rats can sit in the back, Matthew is riding up front since the truck has minimal space,” Jiwoong stated, earning a glare from his sister.

“Um I’m the only girl, why am I being put in the back with these three giants and how do you expect us to fit?” 

“You will start to smell in about 20 minutes, and I don’t want to be smelling it so closely, You guys can figure it out.”He smiled falsely at her before he and Matthew went ahead getting into the car.

“Sometimes I think he likes Matt more than me,” She grumbled watching as her accomplices tried to gauge the size of the back seat, “At least it wasn’t Gunwook…He’d take up the whole damn seat with his shoulders.” She joked, earning a giggle from Taerae and Gyuvin and a smile from Yujin. 

“How about you lay across our laps?” Yujin offered, which earned three shrugs in agreement, and so the three giants got into the back seat lifting their arms slightly so it would be easier for her to climb over, however, they didn’t anticipate just how painful it would be with her moving across them, her knees and elbows pressing on their muscles in all of the wrong ways. 

“Ow!”The various yelps echoed through the car earning laughs from Matthew and Jiwoong and sputtered apologies from the girl. The girl quickly got off of the boys instead taking position curled up in a ball in front of Yujin leaving all of the boys with a free lap. 

“You guys are seriously going to have her sit on the floor?” Matthew asked incredulously, he looked at the girl in concern.

“She’s the smallest, it’s a tight fit man.” Gyuvin defended looking down at her a little shamefully. Matthew assessed the situation quickly, if he gave up his seat to her there was no way the four males could sit comfortably in the back, if he moved Taerae to his seat, since he was broader, and instead moved to the back he could move her onto his lap so that everyone could sit comfortably, that seemed to be the easiest route. 

“Taerae, switch with me,” Matthew suggested with zero hesitation earning confused looks from the four in the back, he didn’t stop to look at Jiwoong, who had a small smirk on his face hoping this would have happened. 

“No, it's fine! I’m okay right here.” She reassured, Matthew ignored the girl simply giving Taerae a stern look, the switch didn’t take long, Matthew was then sitting in the seat behind Taerae, swiftly hoisting the girl up into his lap and placing her sideways. After a started yelp, she looked at Matthew with wide eyes, but the man was simply reaching for the seatbelt, securing it around both of them, his hands then moving to place themselves securely on her hips. “Matt, I can sit on the ground. I don’t mind, I don’t want to get you all wet.” She stammered only to be met with the sweetest smile directed up at her from below, the man moved some of the wet hair out of her face and as the red crept up her neck and to her ears, he could simply only look at her like she had a face full of makeup and was dressed in a ball gown, it was odd how she had never noticed the look the boy had given but seeing it up close she recognized it.

“Just stay here, it’s safer.” He spoke so softly she barely heard him, and as the road trip began, their position slowly moved to a more comfortable one, her arms now wrapped around his neck, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as they both watched TikTok on his phone, giggling quietly to each other about each one, she moved her eyes from the screen for a moment, catching her brothers eye in the mirror, he had a larger smirk on his face and approval glittering in his eyes. She was almost shocked at how okay he was with her sitting on his best friend's lap, but maybe she could understand, he had always expressed how good he thought Matthew would be with a girl, always trying to talk him up to her. She trusted his approval so with that thought she slouched back into Matthews's arms leaning her head on top of his just embracing the moment.