bfwooin

[bfwooin]

LURVEEEE THIS BBY 🫂💞

"Have you ever thought how easy it would be for us to end the other one and never get caught?"

I'm ngl, I should do something about procrastinating (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ) anyways, tagging: @shintaru @ravenwritten @sylith @bfwooin @zyart-jpg @i-nssomniia @kuchisabishiiiii

HYUK:

Honestly, at first Hyuk thought he heard you wrong. He's half-asleep on your chest, while you were gently playing with his hair, brushing it with your fingers or curling his dark folds around your digits.

And then you suddenly asked....that.

"Have you ever thought how easy it would be for us to end the other one and never get caught?"

Your question caught him off guard, especially your sweet tone and whisper, like you were asking if today's date. Hyuk lifted his head from your chest, his chin resting on your skin.

"To be entirely honest..." His voice trailed off, as if he was unsure whether it would be alright to admit it or not.

His hesitation made your chest beat faster. You were joking, of course. You asked that as a joke. It was totally just an intrusive thought- but with Hyuk...He was joking too, right?

He opened his mouth to speak again. "I've thought about what I would do if you were to die."

You blinked at him, his confession coloring you surprised. "Really? And what would you do?"

Hyuk stared at you for a moment, his eyes locked on yours. His mind shrifted to the old thoughts he had kept locked in his heart. It was unpleasant thought. No, it was more than just unpleasant.

The amount of effort he put in just to make you fall for him, just so you could get interested by him — whether it's the amount of times he freed his schedule just to see you, when he took you to playgrounds and proudly showed off his stunts, randomly asking to hang out with you, casually showing up in front of your house, memorizing your schedules, maybe he's bit guilty of obsessively having all his attention on you too.

It's weird to others maybe, but to him, it was normal. It was his calling to make you his, to understand you throughoutly and it was also his calling to don't lose you.

Hyuk usually didn't care about death as any normal person would. Maybe because he grew up in environment where death wasn't taken as seriously as it should have been, maybe because that thought didn't occupy his mind often. But maybe, just maybe, that wasn't case with people he was permanently fixated on.

Deep beneath that heart, he held a special place for people that he loves, in his own ways, and Hyuk isn't the type to just...get used to them not being here.

So what he would do if you died?

The thought is terrifying enough as it is for him, but confronting that question to give an answer was harder than he had thought it would be. "I wouldn't date again" he mumbled, loud enough for you to catch his words but quiet enough for the intimate moment. "I would still text you and send you videos of my stunts."

You let out small "aww", it was rare to see Hyuk being this open but i guess that's how he usually is half-asleep — clingy and open.

"But baby..." You awkwardly called him. "That wasn't the question....I still appreciate your answer though."

After hearing that, Hyuk furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and adjusted his position. "Then what was the question?"

"Have you ever thought how easy it would be for us to end the other one and never get caught?" You repeated for him.

He immediately flopped his head back on your chest, replying with "Nah" but then he slowly looked at you, raising his eyebrow slightly. "Have you?"

"Well..." You glanced away, rubbing your neck in awkwardness, purposely ignoring Hyul's soft gasp. "As a joke, kinda...That was when you scooped me as your backpack on your bike and pedalled like we had nine lives. At that time? I kinda wished to kill you but jokingly!"

Hyuk scoffs, closing his eyes. "Oh wow..." Honestly, he isn't surprised. You did almost bruised him from how hard you were holding him back then.

You continued to caress his hair gently, humming to yourself. In the midst of random prank question you heard from tiktok, you got such intimate moment for yourself and your boyfriend admitting he'd stay loyal to you even after death. What else could have possibly made you happier?

Wooin:

On a beautiful starry night, where moon blesses the streets with its silver light, when people are taking walk outside, kids playing football on playgrounds—screaming and laughing together, couples going on dates despite the time of the day, enjoying the warmth of the night....

You're stuck in your home with your sadistic, son of a bitch boyfriend, who decided making you watch horror movie with him was the best plan for indoor date.

That's how you ended up snuggled up to him, wrapped in the blanket like a burrito, your eyes wide in pure horror, fear nestled in your very bones. Wooin? He had smug grin on his lips, arm wrapped around you—pulling you in his embrace, his eyes switching from glancing at you to watching the movie, that didn't even scare him even a bit.

Honestly, he knows he's sick for enjoying the moment you're so terrified at but the way you're holding onto him like he's the safest space for you right now, the way you're cuddling with him, the way you're jumping at jumpscares and cussing out the ghost who, apparently, made you believe in existence of god as you were repeatedly begging deities to spare your heart from whatever the hell he picked—all of this was so amusing to him.

His eyes darted to the TV again, watching the way a main character killed his own wife in the fear of her being a witch and get away with it. Oh, that guy was nutjob, definitely. But then what could Wooin be called after asking you stupidly terrifying question at the worst (right) time possible?

"This made me think how easy it is to kill your own lover and get away with it. Have you ever thought of it?"

Your eyes immediately shoot up to look at him like he grew three separate heads, giving him most offensive side-eye he could ever get from human being, then turned your head to face him. "If you don't stop purposely trying to get me scared, I will kill you."

"Oohh." Wooin grinned. "Is that a threat? From you?"

"Very much so." You answered and turned your head back to the TV.

He hummed to himself, his thumb brushing your thigh. "But I could—"

"Say one more word and I'll suffocate you like this guy did in the movie."

"....." He opened his mouth again. "You know what? I don't dislike that idea."

And that's how he ended up sleeping on the couch instead of bed with you, since you claimed he was going to bring bad luck to you now–after all the nonsense he sprouted from his mouth.

JOKER:

Training with him was always amazing way to spend time, since both of you are quite athletic. But as always, his training schedule was too exhausting for you—as someone who wasn't interested in boxing nor weightlifting.

So watching him train after taking a break? Now we're talking. Usually, you'd be too distracted by his muscles, his biceps, the way his abs glistened with sweat but now? Your thoughts were occupied by certain question that intruded your brain.

So being too comfortable with him, you didn't mind asking it. "Hajun."

At the mention of his name, he glanced st you mid lifting, humming in response.

"Have you ever thought about how easy it would be for us to end the other one and never get caught?"

That's it. You did it. And almost made him drop the bar on himself.

His eyes meet yours, processing the question you just asked. Then he went back to lifting his weight while answering you with question. "Is that one of your intrusive thought too?"

Chuckle gets past your lips, barely audible. This poor man had to deal with lot of weird questions from you, huh? "No, this thought might be wanted."

He stops once again, side eyeing you before sighing in pure agony. "This is why I didn't want you to meet Hyuk. You got affected by his homicidal impulses."

"What impulses?!" You burst out laughing, leaning forward out of habit.

Opposite from you, he was NOT amused. Probably because of the recent race he had where Hyuk messed up everything by trying to have fun. Hajun, without a hesitation, repeated. "Homicidal."

He scoffed at your careless reaction, not seeing where he's coming from. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just..." You got yourself together, your laughter dying down. "I wasn't expecting you to insult Hyuk like that."

"It's not insults. It's facts. And you're getting influenced too." He explained, completely putting down the weight on the floor. "So, please don't act on your homicidal impulses. I actually have plans for our future."

[bfwooin]

come on i know youre hiding somethibg from us... drop the actual one right now 😌

I can't stop me anymore

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Synopsis ~ smut & blow jobs

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A/N ~ I haven’t written smut in a while so please enjoy! 🫶🏼🩶

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[bfwooin]

How would each of Sabbath crew member introduce their gf to their crew?

if i ain't with you, i don't wanna be.

content. established rs, wooin's just a menace to everyone lol

a/n. havent done hcs in a long timee. hope u like this anon! i locked in and wrote this on my flight.

꩜ vinny.

— honestly, i think he wouldn’t want to introduce you to the likes of the sabbath crew.

— he’s scared that they might take you away from him, despite your loyalty for him.

— but somehow, wooin found out about vinny’s little secret; you.

— wooin may or may not have peeked at vinny’s lockscreen that showed a photostrip of you and vinny together, kissing and acting all lovey-dovey.

— so of course, he needs to find out who the girl is that has vinny so whipped.

— wooin pesters him to bring you to one of their training sessions, and he agrees because he could no longer stand wooin’s annoying rambles.

— you’re now by vinny’s side, clinging onto his arm like a stray as you look at the three intimidating men whom you don’t know the names of before you.

— vinny sighs frustratedly, holding you close by your waist.

— “yeah, she’s my girlfriend.”

— you shyly wave, and vinny immediately turns you away from their gaze as the two of you ditch his training for a date instead.

꩜ joker.

— another victim of wooin’s bugging i fear.

— both him and hyuk gossip about the girl joker sees frequently after his training ends, which is you.

— you always stand by the side, leaning against the concrete wall as you wait for your boyfriend to approach you.

— you’re familiar with wooin due to the many times joker has shit-talked and conplained about him to you.

— so, when you suddenly see the entire crew approach you and joker, cornering the both of you, you know damn well whose suggestion it is to do so.

— joker looks at them with a scowl, glaring at wooin most of the time.

— funny, because he looked at you with such loving eyes seconds ago.

— he grabs your hand from behind, shielding you from the others while him and wooin go back and forth on how he should introduce you to the crew.

— your boyfriend finally relents because all he wanted to do was go back to his apartment and lie in your arms.

— “my girlfriend. bye.”

— he declares monotonously and leaves the three of them behind, pulling you away with him.

— you laugh at his antics on the way home, and he takes it with a subtle blush across his face.

꩜ wooin.

— fucking prick, he’ll show you off like a trophy.

— he’ll boast about you to the rest of the crew, and they’re all sick and tired of the same “my baby’s so pretty, isn’t she?”

— he loves talking about you. and if he’s all talk, he must show it, right?

— he drags you out of the house, not taking your laziness for an answer as he drives you, in his obnoxious car, to his club to meet the crew.

— you walk into the establishment with him, eyes of men and women gawking at the sight of the both of you.

— he has his arm around your waist, possessive and proud.

— he wastes no time and guides you to the table where the three men are seated, and boy does he give you a grand entrance.

— “everyone, say hi to my girlfriend.”

— it’s an order, not a choice.

— he even raises your arm and twirls you around, earning a stifled laughter from hyuk as he couldn’t believe the idiocracy he’s witnessing.

— you’ve managed to make wooin so fucking smitten for you, it’s almost admirable.

— “don’t think about buying any drinks for her, yeah? only i get to do that.”

— warnings after warnings for the boys came out of his mouth as he pulls you close, marking his territory even further.

— you sit down with him, and the three men don’t dare to look your way, earning a triumphant smirk across his lips.

꩜ hyuk.

— it all started when wooin asked him whether he had a girlfriend, or was seeing anyone at the moment

— obviously, he didn’t expect hyuk to say yes.

— he was nonchalant about it as well,

— “mhm, i have a girlfriend, why?”

— wooin was stoked for his best bud, and playfully asked him to invite you over for one of their races.

— another thing wooin expected hyuk to disagree on.

— but your boyfriend said sure to his invitation for you, and now you’re in the sabbath crew’s locker room with hyuk standing behind you.

— he has his hands on your shoulders, his presence towering over your figure.

— “meet my girlfriend,”

— you smile awkwardly and give a small wave, and wooin approaches you with a smirk.

— vinny and joker nod at you in acknowledgement.

— but before wooin could get too close, hyuk pulls you behind him, stepping in between you and wooin.

— possessive indeed, because hyuk has been obsessed with you ever since he locked eyes with you.

— he couldn’t afford to let you get swept away by wooin.

— but you too are as in love as him, tugging the back of his shirt in harmless possession.

— you wish you could see the subtle smirk on hyuk’s face when he realised what you were doing.

[bfwooin]

Heyy can you write for Wooin x reader who can't make herself c*m?😭

baby, i'ma need more than a hug.

synopsis. your boyfriend, wooin, helps you with your not-so little problem that he unknowingly caused.

content. MDNI, fingering, very light sub-dom themes, masturbation, established rs, dirty talk, mention of spanking.

a/n. ^^ YES I CAN. thank u for requesting n i hope u like ittt. also im sorry if its bad bc i think its not one of my best works aaa but still i loved writing this prompt so hehe thank u!!!

you’ve tried, and tried, and tried — vain attempts of replicating the pleasuring sensation that your boyfriend has made you discover and feel whilst dating him.

you were a saint before you met him, untouched and inexperienced, never seeking out the urge to have sex with anyone. the explicit sex scenes from movies you’ve watched before, and porn you’ve unintentionally stumbled across whilst surfing online, became a reality for you, and you sunk into the trenches of wanting more.

he was gentle with your first, constantly checking up on you every few thrusts while you were too overwhelmed with the unfamiliar feeling that coiled in your lower abdomen. his reassurance and gentle touches amidst chasing his own high made you feel comfortable, despite him having to kiss your tears away as he was just too girthy.

what you thought would be soft, relaxed sex from then on, was quite the contrary. wooin had you wrapped around his finger — or rather, his dick — fucking you into oblivion and making you see stars each time with his mean thrusts; rough and raunchy.

your first time was merely a test run for him, to gauge how compatible your body would be with his. and somehow, he figured to make you feel sore and achy after each time, because, “you can take it.”

well, you couldn’t. but to make matters much worse for you, you wanted more of it.

more of that submission you feel when you’re beneath him, taking his cock in your tight cunt as he pounds you from behind. you wanted more of his touch, the way his fingertips rub your perky nipples that send shivers down your spine drove you over the edge.

you’re not exactly depraved of him, but a little greed couldn’t hurt. (you’ll regret that later on).

it’s safe to say that wooin has ruined sex for you, as you’re now desperately humping your hand, whining into the pillow as you attempt to mute your gasps. you’re laid on your stomach, your hand beneath you and against your slick warmth as they rub in circles.

you’ve lost count on your failed attempts to masturbate. every time you do it, you always end up sticky, sweaty, and sexually frustrated, fingers coated in your juices you’ve been rubbing for almost an hour before you give up each time.

it’s like a curse has been cast upon you, to not be able to satisfy yourself without ever needing your boyfriend’s help. lately, he’s been coming home later than usual due to a sudden influx of clubgoers to his establishment, and with him being owner, he had duties he needed to fulfil there.

it’s the sixth night of this occurrence, almost a week of not having sex, mind you. you just couldn’t stand it anymore, and you turned to the only thing that could possibly offer you some relief for your itch.

you raise your hips, grinding your cunt against your fingers as they rub your wet folds sloppily. no technique, only desperation, maybe that’s the reason for your failures. tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes, wanting to just feel your climax and get it over with.

but your body refuses to heed your mind, it just needs something more. “baby, what do you think you’re doing?” his snide voice calls from the bedroom door. you stop your movements in a panic, before turning your flushed face to meet his eyes.

wooin leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and gaze unrelenting. your cunt clenches in anticipation, the feeling of getting caught building up your arousal. “you just couldn’t wait, huh?” he teases, walking over to you and smacking your ass playfully as he sits close to your waist.

“‘m sorry…” you whine, stuffing your face into the pillow again to hide your embarrassment as you remove your hand from your pussy. “did you make yourself come from your fingers?” his dirty words made you shiver as you shake your head.

he coos, feigning sympathy for you. “do you want to come, baby?” you lift your head up and look at him, nodding desperately with your flustered cheeks puffed out. “use your words, hm?”

“i want to come… please.” your begging pleases his ears as he smirks, trailing his hand from your nape down to your back. he squeezes your ass harshly, making your hips twitch. “lift up your hips,” he commands, and you do as told.

without wasting any second, he plunges two fingers into your hole, rubbing your insides so perfectly that make you arch your back. you gasp in pleasure, whimpering as he fingers you unforgivingly before taking them out and rubbing your clit.

you kick your legs up, squirming from his touch you desperately needed as he inserts his fingers back into your cunt again. you clench around him, coating him with your wetness while your ass jiggles in time with his ruthless slams.

“you’re so tight. gonna come, baby?” he moves his fingers faster as you moan your response, crying out in bliss and flailing your feet in overwhelming pleasure. your orgasm crashes onto you quickly, stilling your body as you pulsate around his fingers tightly.

your body squirms uncontrollably, breathless whimpers escape your mouth as he continues to finger you through your orgasm, this time rubbing your spot deeply as you attempt to pull your hips away from him.

“fine, fine. i’ll stop.” he relents, removing his fingers from your cunt. “so fuckin’ wet, just for me.” he licks your slick off his fingers, and you watch back in horror before weakly kicking him in the stomach to stop him.

“it’s dirty…”

“oh, so you admit you’re a dirty girl? good to know.”

“shut up! you know what i mean,” you lie on your back, catching your breath from your climax.

but seeing him remove his orange cap and clothes, you know you’re not spared any second to relax now.

[bfwooin]

"Loved It So Much, Had to Film It"

shameless smut, twt porn links, reverse cowgirl, doggy, cowgirl, video recording, MDNI

>click the link if u want visual but it's not really relevant lol also no vinny cus he minor

Hyuk

he always jokes about starting a porn account—just so the whole world could see it’s only his dick you take. only his you beg for. only his that splits you open like that.

“shit—hold on,” he huffed, snickering as the camera wobbled in his hand, his other gripping your ass tight.

you were laughing too—breathless, high off the way he kept pulling you back onto him, cock hitting deep with every slap of skin. the sheets were a mess beneath you, your knees slipping just a little every time his hips snapped forward.

“god—this angle’s so fucked, Hyuk–” you choked out between moans, glancing back with a teasing grin. “if this ends up in your hidden folder, i want director credits.”

“shut up,” he grunted, twitching inside you, trying to keep focus but losing it fast.

“you’re not even filming right—” your voice broke into a whimper as he hit that spot just right, “—mmfuck—dropped it again?”

the camera sagged from his grip, landing uselessly in the sheets. he cursed under his breath, then fully abandoned it, both hands flying to your hips as he fucked up into you harder, sweat-slick and panting.

“i was gonna cum just holding the damn thing—what the fuck were you even saying—”

“you’re terrible at this,” you giggled, moaning halfway through as your head dipped into the pillows, “—ngh—no wonder the last one was all blurry—shit—”

“you’re literally laughing while i’m losing my fucking mind,” he growled, chest pressed to your back now, his thrusts growing ragged. “god—you feel so good—fuck—keep doing that—keep talking—”

you were whimpering and gasping and still somehow grinning, pushing back into every thrust like you wanted to break him.

“say cheese, baby,” you teased between broken moans, “’cause you’re about to ruin another sex tape.”

he groaned—loud and guttural—before snapping his hips up one last time, burying himself deep as he came with a choked, desperate sound.

Wooin

he loves filming you taking him—especially when you’re both high and lazy and tangled up on his couch, limbs draped over each other like you’ve got nowhere else to be. the camera’s perched on the coffee table just a few feet away, tilted up at the perfect angle—just enough to catch the way your ass bounces, the way his cock disappears into you with every slow grind down.

he’s slouched low into the cushions, shirt half-off, pants pushed down to his thighs. you’re straddling him, knees digging into the couch, arms wrapped around his neck for balance. the only light in the room is the tv’s flicker and the red record light blinking steady.

you’re already sinking down again, sloppy and slow, moaning like you don’t even realize you’re being filmed.

“feels so good… love you—ah…”

your voice is thick, a little breathless, a little ruined. his hands are on your hips now—one squeezing, the other sliding down to spread you wider, to watch himself slide in again, slow and messy.

“fuck—look at that,” he groans, eyes locked on the stretch, the slick noise of it echoing too loud in the quiet room. “you see what you’re doing to me, babe?”

you don’t answer—not with words. just roll your hips, slow and filthy, like you know exactly what you’re doing. like you’re showing off for the camera. your thighs are shaking, breath hitching every time he grinds up into you.

“shit—ride it, baby, yeah—just like that. fuckin’ love watchin’ you take it…”

he’s slurring now, voice low and wrecked, forehead pressed to your shoulder as you keep moving. your spine arches a little when he hits that spot, and your moan comes out cracked and wet against his ear.

“m-making a mess, baby,” you whisper, giggling through it, high off him, high off everything.

“that’s the fuckin’ point,” he breathes, bucking up into you once—sharp, needy. “gon’ fill you up again. want the camera to catch it all—how full you get for me. fuck.”

his hand slips up your back, other still gripping your ass like he’ll die if you stop. you keep riding—slow, syrupy rhythm, high and ruined and so damn gone.

the camera keeps recording. blinking red. catching every slick sound, every bounce, every moan you try and muffle into his neck.

Joker/Hajun

contrary to what anyone might think—he loves being taken care of. especially by you. with his cock buried deep inside your soaked, fucked-out cunt. the sheets are ruined, covered in cum—yours, his—he doesn’t care.

right now, the only thing he’s thinking about is how good you look bent over in front of him—ass covered in the first load he couldn’t hold back when you’d jerked him off earlier—before you climbed on top, took him in like you needed it. like your body was made to fuck him.

you’re folded over, cheek pressed to the sheets near his feet, knees spread wide, ass bouncing as you fuck yourself on his cock. he’s barely holding the camera steady, voice hoarse and low behind it, breathing heavy like an animal.

“fuck—look at you,” he groans, “just milking my dick—so fuckin’ good for me.”

you moan out, breath stuttering, back arching deeper when he thrusts up just right.

“shit—twitching again, hajun?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder, a wicked little smirk tugging at your lips. “gonna cum already?”

he groans again—louder this time, sharp and choked, like the pressure’s hitting all at once. the camera dips. he lets it fall.

“fuck, i wanna cum in your mouth this time,” he pants, grabbing your hips to still you. “get over here, love. wanna see you drool around it.”

you don’t even hesitate. you ease off of him, dragging his cock out of your soaked cunt with a wet, needy sound that makes you both moan. he’s flushed, hard and twitching, shiny with your mess. and you—dazed, lips parted, hair clinging to your cheeks—you crawl between his thighs like it’s instinct.

“whatever you want,” you whisper, licking your lips.

your hand wraps around the base, mouth sliding over him slow, tongue teasing before you sink down with a moan.

“fuck—just like that,” he breathes, head falling back as you bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, hands stroking what your throat can’t take. his fingers tangle in your hair, holding on, barely surviving.

“don’t stop—shit, i’m gonna cum—fuck, take it—”

he jerks once, twice—and breaks with a loud, desperate groan, spilling down your throat. you swallow everything, jaw aching, spit leaking as you pull off with a soft pop.

he slumps back, chest rising hard, breath wrecked.

“fuck,” he whispers, eyes blown and spent. “you’re gonna kill me one day.”

you grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“only if you beg.”

[bfwooin]

Every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feelin' mine

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Synopsis ~Jay Jo cheats on Shelly with long term crush Y/N

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A/N ~ I’m sorry Shelly 😭😭😭 I don’t think Jay would ever cheat this is just to go with the song! The part at the end about sharing is to show after both parties were involved in Jay cheating on Shelly only y/n is blamed by rumors being spread that she likes to “share” men as in she’s a homewrecker.

You don’t remember how you started making out with the Genius rookie Jay Jo. You only remember drinking while playing spin the bottle now you’re having an intense make out with the super rookie. Sometime after you pass out from all the intoxication once you finally wake up you hear a familiar voice. “Hey, wake up?” He says. You get up and look and see Jay Jo. “What happened last night?!” You ask. “You two made out all night…” Minu says with a disappointed look on his face.

“How are we going to Shelly?!” You ask. “You don’t! At least not yet.” Minu says. You look over at Jay and he’s looking down playing with his fingers. He seems to be lost in worrisome thoughts. “I ruined my relationship with Shelly because I got drunk” he says, putting his head in his hands. “It was a mistake we didn’t mean to.” You say and Minu scoffs “do you hear yourself?! You sound like an asshole” he says.

The worst part was deep inside Jay Jo’s heart was that he now longs for you too. He had a crush on you even before dating Shelly but you never looked his way and he wasn’t confident enough to go against his mother to be with you until everyone in hummingbird helped change him. By then he was already with Shelly now he’s torn between the two women that mean the most to him in his life. He’s not even sure how you feel about him or how Shelly will react to the news. You left quite an impression, an unattainable addiction to be exact.

Shelly walks in with Owen looking for Jay and all three of you stiffen up not knowing how to break the news. You all hadn’t made it that far in planning to break the bees gently before she walked in. She hugs Jay the second she sees him with a huge smile on her face. Once she pulls away she notices the missing hummingbird necklace. “Where is your necklace?” She asks him and his eyes grow twice their size and he looks down. You can hear Minu choking on the air caught in his throat upon hearing the question.

“Ugh men” you think to yourself they do something wrong then they don’t want to admit it. If they you will “If you’re wondering why your gift went missing my body’s where it’s at.” You say while pulling the necklace from underneath your shirt revealing it. Jay and Minu don’t dare move a muscle and Owen seems to pick up on the memo much quicker than Shelly. “Why do you have it?” She asks. You turn a look at her and truthfully when you make eye contact with her you feel so horrible.

Her hopeful expression looking for a reasonable answer to this and knowing you don’t have one breaks you. Shelly is your closest friend. You never wanted to hurt her but you don’t know what came over you last night. Even if you were drunk you didn’t believe it was an excuse to make a move on her man. “Jay gave it to me after we made out last night while playing spin the bottle” you say as soon as it comes out the tension in the air is thick. Minu is wheeling himself backwards out the room slowly.

Shelly exits the room in tears and Owen has Jay by the collar ready to punch him but he gets shoved off by Jay. You watch as Jay runs after Shelly. Unclasping the necklace you hand it to Owen to give to Shelly you don’t stick around long enough for him to say anything to you. It’s been a few months and they worked it out and got back together you don’t even know how. Everyone made you out to be the villain to sweep the issue under the rug. You’re excluded from being a part of the team and anytime you come around they all stare and whisper.

You knew she wanted to marry him but you didn’t realize the extent she’d go to in order to do so. Even if they last forever she’ll always taste me when she’s kissing him. Everytime she closes her eyes and feels his lips against her own sges really feeling mine and every time she breathes his air I was already there she can have him if she likes thinking about it doesn’t mean I care everyone already knows I like to “share.”

[bfwooin]

NEEDY

morning sex, smut, established relationship, needy!reader

you’re not exactly the horniest tool in the shed, but there’s just something about waking up to your boyfriend, all warm and stretched out beside you.

something about the way his shirt’s ridden up, the quiet flex of his stomach and that lazy kind of strength he never means to show. and then there’s the slow press of his morning wood against your thigh, thick and insistent, while you’re draped over him like it’s the most natural thing in the world

so god forbid you inch a little closer, clumsily straddling his thigh through the mess of pillows and blankets tangled around you both. barely awake, but definitely needy now, you nuzzle into his neck and give him a soft, lazy shake.

“...can i put it in...?”

you spoke against his skin, voice thick with sleep, just horny enough to tug at his eye mask and try waking him up for a sleepy little yes.

he mumbled something incoherent, face scrunching as a warm streak of sunlight cut across the bed. his hands found your waist, slow and heavy with sleep, one eye cracking open to glance at you. you’re already moving, dazed and needy, still half-asleep but grinding against his thigh like your body knows what it wants before your mind catches up.

“wooin... want it...” you breathe out, barely more than a whimper.

he groans, deep and rough, and shifts beneath you—slow, careful—until you’re straddling his hips, still tucked into the crook of his neck.

“mm... ’kay... lemme put it in, baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked with sleep, eyes still shut but hands already guiding you closer.

he didn’t bother taking it off—just nudged your underwear to the side with the lazy care of someone still caught in a dream. then he was sinking into you, slow and steady, a soft sigh falling from his lips like it was second nature.

his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, and for a while, he barely moved—just let you rock your hips in that slow, aching rhythm. the sun was warm, your breath against his neck even warmer, and he was teetering on the edge of sleep again.

“...gon’ move… just sleep…” you whispered, almost too soft to catch, voice cracking with the need you were too tired to hide. “m’ sorry...”

you pressed kisses to the side of his neck—half-apology, half-instinct—as you kept moving, small whimpers slipping out of you every time your hips met.

“g-gon’ cum...”

you said it so sweetly, so breathless, like a prayer. and it was like flipping a switch—his eyes flew open, hands clamped tight on your hips.

“oh—fuck, yeah?” he breathed, voice suddenly deeper, rougher.

his grip on your hips tightened, and before you could say another word, he was moving—rolling his hips up into you with deliberate force, chasing the way your breath hitched every time.

no more lazy pace. no more half-asleep rhythm. he fucked up into you like a switch had flipped, like waking up to you falling apart on top of him was the only alarm he ever needed.

the quiet of the morning slowly gave way to your soft whines and breathy moans, muffled against his neck as he did what he did best—making you feel good, even half-awake.

his eyes stayed on you, heavy-lidded but focused, watching the way you clung to him like you’d fall apart without him. the way your mouth dropped open when he hit just right. the way you whispered his name like it was the only thing you could still remember.

“mm—baby...” he breathed, voice strained, feeling you start to shake around him.

you clenched down hard, body trembling, and he lost it—groaning low and sharp into your shoulder as he came, burying himself deep as he did.

you stayed like that for a beat, breathing each other in. heavy limbs. full silence. the kind that felt sacred.

then, he laughed—low and rough in his chest. “you’re such a menace this morning, you know that?”

you let out a sleepy whine, face buried in his neck. “m’ not a menace...”

“baby,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “you woke me up by grinding on my thigh and asking to put it in. i was dreaming about breakfast.”

“i said sorry...” you mumbled, still breathless, voice small.

“you said sorry while riding me.”

“i meant it...”

he laughed again, arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulled the blanket over both of you. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

you sighed, already half-asleep again, murmuring against his skin. “love you...”

“love you too, needy.”

[bfwooin]

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Synopsis ~ reaching for the same book & studying together

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Word count ~ 1,000

You scan over the selection of books in the M-P section looking for a specific book. “Hmmm Medicine Oxford textbook… no ugh where is it?!” You think to yourself worrying, the library closes in half an hour. You don’t have much time to check it out. You glance at the top shelf and spot it “ Ahh, Netter Atlas of Human Anatomy! Here it is!” You say softly aloud. Standing on the tips of your toes you try reaching the book but you just can’t reach it.

“Who the fuck put it on the top shelf out of reach?!” You think to yourself. Looking around you spot a stepping stool. “Perfect” you think, picking it up and placing it in front of the shelf. You step up and reach for the book in the same instant you feel a hand brush against yours. Your heartbeat begins to race when you feel his hand slide down to your wrist before letting go. You step down and turn to look and see a guy with a mullet and glasses.

“I need that book” he says looking down at the book in your hands and back up at you. “I need it to study!” you reply back. “Then we have no choice but to study together. The library is about to close” he says. You nod your head in agreement. You finally get a better look at him and he’s quite taller than you and very attractive. He has a small stack of books in his hands. He has a book on cycling, Textbook of Medical Physiology & Prescription Drugs “interesting choices” you thought to yourself.

You both find a table in the back of the library behind a large shelf. You open the book and begin taking notes, sharing it with the boy with glasses. After fifteen minutes of sharing the book you notice he fell asleep. You gently pull his glasses off so he doesn’t damage them while napping. He looked tired so you decided to let him sleep. As sleeping beauty found himself in a deep slumber you take over writing his notes not wanting him to miss out on the study material. You didn’t notice how tired you were until you started nodding off.

“ Five minutes won’t hurt” is the last thought you remember having before you’re being shaken awake. “Hmm, five more minutes!” you say, and continue to sleep. Until you’re shaken awake again “what is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes you fully grasp the situation when you can’t see anything in front of you. “It’s so dark in here” you say. “The lights are out genius … ” he says. You would’ve given him a side eye but you can’t even make out his face with how dark it is. “Oh really didn’t know” you reply, rolling your eyes although he can’t see your expression.

“Do you think we are locked in?” He asks. “Probably” you responded. He turns on the flashlight on his phone while putting his glasses back on. “Follow me” he says while gathering his books. You follow behind him and he heads to the counter dropping the unchecked out books off. Heading towards the door he pushes it and it doesn’t budge. You watch as he tries to unjam the door by slamming the side of his body against it but once again it doesn’t budge.

He reaches at the top of the door searching if an extra key is left anywhere but he turns up empty. “What do we do now?” You ask. “Study,” he says. “Seriously?! We should find the light switch” you say. You walk around looking for a light switch but every one you found and flipped didn’t work. “There must be a main switch” he says, making you sign aloud. “Looks like we are stuck here till morning” you say.

“What’s your name?” You ask. “Jay Jo” he replies. “ Jo like Mahon Jo, the late legendary cyclist?! Are you related?!” You ask. You watch his eyes go wide hearing the name “How did you know?!” He asks. “The shared last name and the cycling books gave it away” you say. “Also you look like him when you smile. I used to attend a few of his races when I was little. My dad was a huge fan.” You say hoping you don’t sound weird.

Luckily he takes the compliment well and you see a small smiling forming on his face. He randomly pulls out a lollipop with a lime green wrapper offering it to you. “Here~” he says. “What’s this for?” You ask while unwrapping it and popping it into your mouth. “An apology fo-“ “ARFGH” you interrupt him spitting out the lollipop. “WHAT FUCKING FLAVOR IS THIS?!” You shout. “Shhh we are in a library and wasabi flavored” he replies.

“Who the fuck eats wasabi lollipops?!” You ask feeling your tongue on fire. His only response was the sound of him trying to stifle his laughter. “Oh so you find my misfortunes funny?!” You ask, looking at him. He shakes his head putting his hand in his pockets. “No, we should sleep until morning, it's not like we’re getting out” he says. You mod your head in agreement and follow him back to the table you both left earlier.

He pulls out his chair, taking his jacket off placing it in his lap and leaning his head back against the wall. You pull your chair beside him and try to get comfortable leaning your head on the table. After he notices you adjust your position a total of five times he offers his shoulder for you to use. Taking him up on his offer and closing your eyes you can feel him place his jacket over your chest. He was thankful you couldn’t see his face because his cheeks were a bright pink shade. After the heat in his face finally cooled he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

[bfwooin]

You could have anyone else you wanted to I'm begging you

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Synopsis ~ You spot a girl with her hands all over your man 😡🤬

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You walk outside the store to see some bitch with her hands all over Hyuk. She’s got her arms linked around his pulling on him. You’re furious and upset, why hasn’t he pushed her off already?! Why is she so close to him? He clearly doesn’t want her touching him. Even though his mask covers half his face you can see from the store entrance that he doesn’t want her all over him. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s looking at her like she’s some pest and his body language gives it all away.

He’s pulling away from her but she keeps pulling him in like she doesn’t care about his boundaries. She could have anyone she wanted but out of everyone why does it have to be your boyfriend. You walk over to them and pull his arm away from her, interlocking your fingers with his. “Babe, I got your favorite banana pudding. It was the last one!” You smile while giving her a death glare with a huge grin on your face that says “he is mine bitch”.

You notice he seems to relax in your touch, no longer seeing stressed or bothered. He pays the girl no mind using his free hand to take the banana pudding out of your bag. He lets go of your hand to open the banana pudding while walking past the girl and she wasn’t there. She goes to follow him pinching the sleeves of his zip up, making him turn and look at her. Before she could say anything you grab her by the hair and yank her back. You still have a hold of her hair making her turn to look at you. “What do you not get? He’s taken so piss off” you say.

Hyuk continues eating his banana pudding watching you in amusement he loves when you get possessive over him. It’s one of your many traits that attracted him before you two started dating. He steps between you two not wanting to end up at the police station. You’re supposed to be on a date and he doesn’t want anyone to get in the way. He takes your hand and walks away shoving past the girl that just doesn’t know when to quit. He pulls you into an alleyway ditching his pudding who knows where.

He’s got your back pressed against the wall with his hand around your waist and the other pressed against the wall behind your head. You pull his mask down to see he’s wearing a huge grin on his face. Leaning down beside your ear he softly whispers “Do you know what you do to me when you get like this?” He knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to rile you up even more. You cross your arms over your chest and look up at him. “Why didn’t you push her off?” You ask.

The question makes him laugh and he leans back down towards your ear confessing “because I knew you were watching” you’re shocked “you did it on purpose?!” Now you’re pissed and he’s just smiling. You push him off you and walk away “I shouldn’t have got you that pudding you don’t deserve it” you say continuing to walk away. With his legs being quite longer than yours he catches up to you pretty fast. He slides his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers. Once his grip is firm he’s pulling you towards him before you could snatch your hand away from his hold.

You turn to him “Hyu-“ you’re interrupted by his lips crashing against yours suddenly. He uses his free hand to cup your face and pull you closer to him. He pulls away from the kiss playing with his bottom lip. “What was that for?” You ask and he smiles again “this time it’s because she’s watching” he answers your question making you turn to look at the entrance of the alley. Sure enough she was watching and she didn’t look happy.

He takes your hand in his again, turning you around so you can leave the alley. “Let’s go on our date!” he says. After some time walking he stops to look at you. “You're the only girl for me” he says while leaning down to your level. You smile at him feeling a lot happier. You peck him on the lips giving him a short & sweet kiss. “You’re the only boy for me” you say, making him smile. After the misunderstandings were finally cleared you both went on your date having a great time together.

[bfwooin]

speaking of which:

im fuming 😇

we r literally married... 😛 also i have 6 diamonds now so if the predictions r true and raf limited myth is coming,, u wont ever see me again

[bfwooin]

I feel nothing for you, nothing for you

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Synopsis ~ how y/n and Wooin handle meeting after their breakup

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A/N ~ writers block may be cured but now I’m depressed… This is my first song fic that I’ve ever written!

His name still lingers around but you no longer hear it. It’s only been a few months and you’re already healing. Self sabotaging himself into the grave with no one left to grieve him. You barely remember his name or the nights you shared tangled in his sheets. His number has been blocked since the day he walked out on you. Shelly sits down at the bar beside you “Wooin is here and he’s telling people your his ex” she says scoffing while rolling her eyes in disbelief at his audacity to still keep your name in his mouth after he made you fall for him just to abandon you.

“Who is that? I’ve never met him and he certainly wasn’t my ex” you say it so truthfully that to anyone overhearing it would make him sound like a crazy stalker whom you’ve never known but to Shelly who knew you, your heart, & your past new forgetting he ever existed was your way of coping and she didn’t correct you nor pry. “It’s all pins and needles babe I feel nothing for him” you tell Shelly with a smile showing the life has been brought back into you. A life that was sucked out of you when you were with him. You were so full of life before you met him and you’re returning back to that place.

Maybe you were a little cold and cut your throat but how else were you supposed to get over him? Your first love, the guy you were going to marry, wasn't easy to forget but you managed well. You removed every piece of him from your heart and memory. You wanted it to be as if you never met him, you never had lost your virginity to him nor got matching tattoos. That tattoo cover up you got hides the proof of that.

You glance behind you at the bar seeing the life he’s left you for. He thinks he’s so important since he got a little fame from losing league of street but you got bad news and a grudge from your past. They’ll all surely forget him like his crew mates when he was pursuing a pro career. People who only pay you attention when your skills promise then spotlight aren’t people who truly love and have the best interest for you.

Yet you had love and his best interest in mind and he threw it all away for a bunch of fakes who won’t even remember his name tomorrow. It’s pathetic and you don’t feel bad for him at all. You look down at your phone when you feel it vibrating against the bar table. “Who is it?” Shelly asks. “No one important, just an unknown caller ID” you say replying to her. You were both unaware of his intense stare watching you not answer his call from across the room.

His heart still longed for you but he felt it was far too late to reach you. After all he slit his own throat and you didn’t rush to save him. You always ran after him when it walked out and pushed you away but this time you let him run and you never chased him. To you he ended the relationship and he doesn’t get to walk back in when it’s convenient for him and when he sees his mistake but to him he just wanted to feel like he meant something for once.

Everytime you chased him he felt he was worth it and someone finally cared for him until you quit looking for him. You and Shelly say your goodbyes as you shut her cap door and wave her off telling her to text you when she’s home safe. You stand at the entrance of the bar waiting for the next cab. You decided to play some games on your phone to pass the time. A hand being slammed right beside your face makes you jolt and look up.

You look into the familiar yellow tinted glasses at his beautiful, tragic, piercing gaze. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” You say with a smile trying to be polite. He smiles and laughs but you can tell it’s not genuine laughter full of joy. His laughter is laced with pain that’s buried so deep you can’t dig up. “Do you feel anything when you see me?” He asks. “No, why would I?” You respond and laugh at his question.

He leans in closer looking straight into your eyes. You can feel the tip of his nose against your own and his breath is so close. “Do I no longer make your heart race?” He asks eyes scanning over you searching for the love they once saw in your eyes. “No really I feel nothing” you say pushing him off you. You spot your cab and walk past him getting in to head home and he doesn’t chase you. He enters the bar and downs tons of alcohol hoping he could easily forget you the way he believes you’ve forgotten him. He soon realizes that he too can’t forget the first love of his life.

[bfwooin]

Hi! Sorry it took a while, but here you go queen<3

THIS ONE'S FOR YOU CUTIE; @owenight

Pairing/s: Sabbath Crew x Reader (Individual)

Summary: How they react to your chronic injury acting up after a race.

Tag/s: Fluff, Established RS (aside from Vinny's), Hummingbird!Reader for Vinny, Injuries, Psycho! Hyuk cus he annoying

A/N: First time posting them as a whole, kinda nervous.

Wooin

The ache had already started by the time you crossed the finish line—low in your ankle, climbing up your calf like a lit fuse. You shoved past the officials, barely noticing them as you slid off your bike with a hiss, swearing when the cleats caught.

It felt like a cramp. Manageable. But your body knew better. The pain sharpened, breath hitching as panic bloomed—cold, familiar. Your mind spun, dragging up the old injury like a warning siren you couldn’t shut off.

“I-It hurts—”

The words barely made it out, more breath than voice, as the medics rushed in. You collapsed near the railing, legs trembling while they worked on your lower half, checking the tight pull of muscle and bone. But it wasn’t the pain making your eyes sting—it was the quiet, pathetic realization: this is your best now.

Not the races you used to fly through. Not the strength you once carried like second skin. Just this—slumped on the pavement, clutching at old wounds that never really healed.

But before you could spiral into self-pity, arms slid around your shoulders and pulled you gently upright—warm, grounding. 

You didn’t resist—couldn’t. You leaned into the embrace, your head resting against a steady chest, one hand bracing the back of your skull like he knew how close you were to breaking.

“You dumbass,” came the familiar murmur above your head.

Wooin’s voice came in low, rough, and just a little too soft to match the insult. 

“I told you to let me run it, didn’t I?”

You didn’t answer, just turned your face into his shirt, letting the exhaustion catch up to you as the medics poked at your leg. He adjusted his hold, tucking you closer like he didn’t care who saw.

“I just wanted to help,” you mumbled, the words muffled in fabric.

“You’re still an idiot,” he said, but it lacked heat. More fond than frustrated. “What, you think you’re invincible again, hm? Think that metal in your leg is just for decoration now?”

You shifted slightly, enough to glare up at him through damp lashes. “Says the guy with a knee that pops every time he gets off a curb. If you ran it, you’d be worse off than me.”

Wooin gave a short laugh, cocking a brow like he was about to make some obnoxious retort—but didn’t. Instead, he looked down at you, smirk tugging at his lips but eyes unexpectedly sincere.

“Yeah, maybe,” he said with a shrug. “But I’d take that over seeing you like this. Easier to deal with a busted knee than you crying into my shirt.”

His thumb brushed over your shoulder in a slow circle—absent, soothing.

“Besides,” he added, leaning just enough to drop his voice near your ear, “I still look good even if I'm limping—but you? You look like a kicked puppy, babe.”

You gave a breathy scoff, weakly smacking his chest with the back of your hand. “Jerk.”

“Your jerk,” he said easily, chin resting on top of your head. “Now stop crying. You’re gonna make me look like a decent person.”

But he didn’t let go—not when you leaned in closer, not when you stayed quiet. He just held you tighter, like he had no plans of letting you face it alone.

Joker

He wouldn’t even let you race.

You sat on the curb just off the track, arms crossed over your knees, watching the others cool down from the sprint event. The cheers still echoed faintly, but the race was over—and you hadn’t been in it.

“I could’ve easily snatched first place,” you muttered, more pout than pride, as you handed Hajun his water bottle. Your lips jutted out just enough to make your sulk obvious.

He didn’t respond right away. Just looked down at you, sweat-slicked and breathing heavy from his own run. He took the bottle—but with it, your hand too, fingers slipping into his like it was second nature. His gloves were still on, rough and warm against your palm, and he held on tighter than necessary.

“No,” he said, quiet but firm.

You blinked, waiting for more.

“It’s a sprint,” he added, his voice lower now, eyes still fixed on yours. “Fast, brutal. You would've pushed yourself too hard—and you know it.”

There was a softness to the way he said it, even if his tone stayed rough around the edges, like it always did. He wasn’t angry. Just... sure. And that somehow made it worse.

You looked away, brows drawing together. “I’ve been training. I know my limits.”

“Exactly,” he said gently. “And you only stop when it breaks—I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

The words landed harder than you expected. He wasn’t trying to guilt you. He was just saying what he saw. What he knew.

You stayed quiet, staring down at your intertwined hands. His thumb rubbed a slow circle over your knuckle, a small comfort you didn’t ask for but couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from.

“I hate sitting out,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “Makes me feel like I’m already done…like the injury’s all I got now.”

He knelt down in front of you then, placing the bottle aside and lifting your joined hands to rest against his chest. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt, steady and strong.

“You’re not done,” he said, dipping his head slightly to meet your eyes. “You’re just... smart enough to take care of yourself. Even if I have to be the one to make you do it.”

A breath hitched in your throat, emotions warring behind your eyes. Embarrassment, frustration, something warm and aching in between.

“Besides,” he added with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “If anyone’s gonna steal first place and look good doing it, it’s me.”

You scoffed, lightly smacking his arm. “Cocky much?”

“Confident,” he corrected, still holding your hand close. “And really, really glad you’re not in pain right now.”

And even though part of you still longed for the rush of the race, the burn of adrenaline—you leaned forward and let your forehead rest against his shoulder. Letting him be proud for the both of you, just for today.

Hyuk

He’ll probably be pissed—not the kind of pissed that comes from worry or disappointment, no. Not even because you didn’t listen when he told you not to push yourself.

It’s something else.

“You should’ve raced me instead.”

That’s the first thing he says—jaw clenched, eyes sharp—like the medics fussing over your leg are more of an inconvenience than a relief. He crouches beside you, all casual menace and twitchy fingers, like he’s one breath away from dragging you out of their hands just to prove a point.

Because that’s what really eats at him.

Not your injury. Not your stubbornness.

But the fact that you risked yourself for someone else. For some forgettable competitor who won’t even remember your name tomorrow—who didn’t earn the right to push you that far.

If anyone was going to drag you past your limits, it should’ve been him.

He’s the only one who gets to see you fall apart like that. Not out of cruelty—but because he understands the burn of ambition too intimately to pretend it doesn’t consume people.

He wants to be there when you shatter—not to say I told you so, but to be the one holding the pieces, rearranging them, admiring the cracks like they make you more beautiful, not less.

“You picked them?” he scoffs, leaning in with a tilt of his head, a sharp grin curling at the edges. “All that fire and self-destruction—and it wasn’t even for me? That’s just insulting.”

He says it like a joke, but there’s something off in his voice—too low, too bitter. Like it’s not just annoyance laced into the words, but hurt.

Because Hyuk doesn’t mind watching things break. He likes it, if he’s honest—the thrill of it. The beauty in that precise second something gives in and stops pretending it’s fine.

But not you.

You’re not supposed to break without him there to catch it. To witness it. To matter when everything goes sideways.

“If you’re gonna throw yourself into the fire,” he mutters, brushing a few strands of sweat-matted hair from your forehead with the back of his hand—surprisingly gentle, like he doesn’t trust his fingertips not to linger—“at least let me be the one to light the match.”

You groan, leaning your head back against his shoulder, too tired to fake a glare. “You’re a psycho. Shut up.”

He snorts, not even offended. His grin softens just a fraction—less wolf, more warmth. “You know I’d never let you hit the ground, right?”

Then, because he can’t resist twisting the knife a little, he adds with a lazy drawl, “I’d throw the damn race just to hear you curse me out mid-pedal. That’s way more fun.”

Despite the ache pulsing through your leg and the humiliation gnawing at your pride, a small laugh escapes you—helpless and tired and entirely real.

“…If you set the match, Hyuk, we’d both end up on fire.”

He grins wider, smug and sweet all at once, like he’s proud of that idea. “Yeah. But at least we’d burn together.”

And even though you hate that he gets to you so easily—hate how he makes recklessness sound like safety—there’s comfort in his chaos.

Because it’s Hyuk.

Caring in the most backwards, explosive, beautifully twisted way.

And somehow, being in his arms like this—hurting, but held—makes you feel just a little bit more whole.

Vinny

You’d peeled away from the rest of the Hummingbirds the second the race ended—shoulder-checking through the crowd like brute force could outrun the sting in your leg and the embarrassment clawing up your throat.

Behind the waiting area, you found a half-shaded corner—blissfully empty—and sank against the wall with a muted hiss.

The pain flared sharp under your skin. You pressed your palm over your knee like pressure alone could shut it up. It was fine. You were fine. Just winded. Just pissed. Mostly at yourself—a little at your teammates and everyone else.

But a lot at him.

“You look pathetic.”

The voice cut in from the right. You didn’t even need to look. That smug tone could only belong to one bastard.

You looked anyway—slow, unimpressed, dry-eyed like you were already over whatever conversation he thought this was going to be. His mismatched eyes met yours as he strolled closer—unhurried, unreadable, irritatingly steady.

“Get lost,” you muttered, voice low and gravelly. “Not in the mood for Sabbath’s stray skulking in my shadow.”

You shifted slightly, trying to draw your leg in like it was no big deal—like you hadn’t just bitten the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from groaning. Like you weren’t one twitch away from curling up like a kicked mutt.

He didn’t buy it. Of course he didn’t.

He knelt in front of you without a word, gloved hand reaching out to tug your leg toward him.

“Stop—” you hissed, jerking back instinctively.

He didn’t stop.

His thumb pressed just above your knee—right into a familiar pressure point that sent pain shooting up your thigh. You cried out before you could catch it.

He clicked his tongue. “If it hurts, genius, you go to the medic’s tent. You don’t limp off like some feral alley cat to die behind the bleachers.”

You kicked at him with your other leg, but it barely made him flinch.

“Leave me alone,” you growled. “Since you’re so good at leaving anyway.”

That made his brow twitch. Just a little. Barely. But you saw it.

“Still bitter?” he said, easy. “Thought Hummingbirds were all about rising above and flapping off into the sunset.”

“Oh, screw you,” you snapped. “You ditched us for a cult with better jerseys and half a moral compass.”

“Sabbath doesn’t do moral compasses,” he said without missing a beat. “They’re complete asses.”

You scoffed, trying again to wrest your leg free. “Traitor.”

He grinned, weakly, like something old and familiar was tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Still hurts more that I left, or that your knee’s busted?”

You opened your mouth to snap back, but shut it again, jaw clenched, heat rising in your face—not from the banter, but from the pain spiking again.

Vinny saw it. You caught the flicker in his eyes—his cocky veneer faltering for half a second before he exhaled.

“Hold still,” he said, voice lower now. His grip gentled. “I’m not gonna make it worse. Just checking.”

You grumbled but didn’t move. Didn’t stop him. Not even as your fingers curled into his shoulder—right over the jersey that somehow looked both right on him and entirely wrong. It wasn’t the one you used to share. It wasn’t yours.

“…Come back, Vinny.”

It slipped out quieter than you meant. A cracked whisper, thin as breath.

But his answer was the same it had always been—just silence. No flinch, no shift, just his hands steady on your knee like that alone could make things better. Like kneeling in front of you still felt natural, even after everything.

God, you hated him.

Maybe.

A little.

But not enough to pull your hand away.

Not enough to tell him to stop.

[bfwooin]

HALLOOO ILY our minds are in sync hehe, interlinked even 👽

Can you do a comfort Wooin fic? Could involving hugging, being there for each other.

why'd you keep those things from me, my love?

synopsis. your fwb, wooin, couldn't help but notice your changes that you're unaware of, and he helps to soothe the ache inside of your heart.

content. fwb relationship, wooin has a crush on reader, misunderstandings, eventual confession, hurt and comfort im sorry i couldnt help it, reader is a heavy overthinker.

a/n. title is my crashout song, my 90 in a 35. anyways thank u for the request anon! i hope u dont mind the hurt that came along with it :p also i received a lot of wooin reqs im so excited yay my bb boy

tags. @dzvelinaskebiyars @zyart-jpg @shintaru @sylith

your relationship with wooin became strange after a drunken incident.

you used to be only friends with him, stealing bites of his food and his hoodies from him, not until the both of you drank together and had the night you could never go back from. this oddity persisted as neither of you could forget the memories and the heat of the night.

regrettably so, embracing this relationship was an option the both of you agreed upon after you came up with the idea.

for better or for worse, it’s strictly no strings attached, and you were extremely fine with this arrangement, but the dynamic between the two of you changed.

ironically, distance was put between the both of you, as you felt alienated from the boy who you once felt the closest to, the boy who you resonated with the most.

wooin was the one who started to drift emotionally ever since you suggested the god-forsaken idea. it’s a shame that the only thing that closed this gap between you two was sex.

come over, fuck, aftercare and wash up, leave, repeat. no passion, only lust for mere satisfaction.

you weren’t so fine with this arrangement after all, but who were you to say that when you brought it up in the first place?

this new-found unfamiliarity had gotten so bad that wooin didn’t know how to react after seeing your emotionless expression as he opened the front door, his tongue stopping to swirl the last bit of candy in his mouth before the confectionery all dissolved on his forked tongue.

if the two of you stayed as friends, he would’ve immediately ushered you inside and tried his best to make you feel better, maybe wrapping his arm around you and guiding you to the couch as he asks you what happened.

but the both of you stood still like idiots, not knowing how to proceed after meeting each other. you looked so down; those once lively eyes were now so dull, and you expected wooin to just continue with your request after seeing you like that?

a quick fuck would never fix anything, your gloom feelings would still linger after the high ended. you studied wooin’s expression, and it’s almost as if he wanted you to leave. he had his hand in his pocket, his gaze hinted at the slightest glint of bitterness as he looked at your messy appearance.

you knew he wasn’t the best with his words, but not speaking a word to each other only made your feeling of emptiness feel worse.

wooin, do something. anything.

you turned your head away from him, deciding to walk away before you felt your wrist being grabbed by his hand. he tugged you back, ceasing your steps as you turned to him expectantly. “i thought you wanted me to leave.” you admitted, and he didn't say anything as he led you into his home toward his bedroom.

the moment he shut the door, you began to lift up your shirt, wanting to remove it like you conditioned yourself to after so many encounters with him. “stop,” he muttered, and your eyes widened at the anomaly of his character, though you listened and took your hands off of your shirt.

“y/n, what’s wrong with you?”

“everything.” you whispered sarcastically, looking away from him as you tried to avoid the confrontation you ached to experience.

your heart raced the fastest it had out of the umpteen times wooin fucked you in his room. “be serious, you’ve been acting weird lately.”

“i’m fine, now fuck me.”

“no, i won’t.”

“excuse me?” you narrowed your eyebrows, your sadness bordering anger.

“i just want to know what’s going on with you.”

“i’m perfectly fine, okay?” you said in an outburst, accidentally raising your voice at him before you covered your mouth. you looked away, not wanting to see his expression after you shouted at him; but it’s a waste of your muscle movement, he looked the same – uninterested.

though behind that face laid a deep desire to break your walls down and open your heart out to him. he was dying to know why you were suddenly so withdrawn around him, keeping to yourself and only coming over for sex whenever either of you asked for it.

he missed the girl who would watch him do tricks on his fixie.

he missed the girl who let him taste her food from her finger before it was done cooking.

and most importantly, he missed the girl he almost confessed to that night – almost – before the alcohol ruined everything.

he knew nothing that went on in that head of yours, and it hurt to watch you slowly slip away from him emotionally. he continued to watch your shocked expression before he had enough of this misunderstanding and pulled you into a tight hug.

you didn’t reciprocate, being sandwiched by his arms as he squeezed you tightly to reclaim the grasp he held so loosely before.

he should’ve spoken up and intervened earlier, perhaps stopping this arrangement between the two of you to prevent your insecurity from becoming worse.

it was a mistake to begin with.

your throat was dry, words that wanted to escape couldn’t. but you tried to speak your mind, after seeing him try for you as well.

“i… don’t like this thing we have.” your voice wavered, and he hugged you even tighter.

“i hate it too.” his raspy tone made your heart twist, aching with realisation that he felt the same.

your limp arms rose, your palms meeting his back as you returned the hug. you clung onto the fabric of his shirt, clenching it until it formed wrinkles that wouldn’t go away once ironed – you claimed him as yours.

“i like you, i’m sorry.” he whispered, and you tilted your head up to meet your lips with his for a kiss.

every ounce of feeling was poured into it, more than you ever experienced when you had sex with him. his lips were soft, feeling the tip of his bottom lip piercing brush your lip occasionally.

the taste of strawberry from his mouth sweetly lingered in yours, making your head spin along with your heart. the two of you finally pulled away, a string of saliva bridging your lips with his.

“yeah, i like you too.”

“i think the kiss was enough to tell, darling.”

“oh, shut up…” you whined softly as he grabbed the back of your head and brought it to his chest, hugging you once again. you sank into his arms, overcoming this inadequacy you felt in silence.

wooin didn’t want to let go, to let you go and dive into the feeling of such despair once again.

he cared about you a lot more than you think he did.

[bfwooin]

ME WITH YOURS HELLO?? ure too sweet i dont deserve u 😔😔🩷

Girl, I can't anymore😔 I need tattoo artist reader x Wooin to breathe

say it, baby. do it, baby.

synopsis. despite wooin's unexpected arrival, you decide to take him in and tattoo him after operating hours.

content. reader is a tattoo artist, banter, wooin is a little shit who likes to flirt with us ugh.

a/n. babe ure probably not breathing rn so i hope this revives u 😇 TATTOO ARTIST READER AND WOOIN??? ur genius i love ur brain. thank u for requesting love i hope u like it <3

tags. @shintaru @sylith @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n

you wipe down the tattoo chair minutes after your last client left your shop, humming to the tune of the song that plays through the speakers.

the faint scent of antiseptic and ink linger in the air of your surroundings, a smell you’re too familiar with having started your business venture just a year ago.

it was on a whim, you began this journey from your unauthorised poke-and-stick services to your friends stemmed from pure boredom, until they recommended you to pursue the craft of tattooing professionally.

so, years later after an apprenticeship, you’re here in your very own tattoo parlour in the streets of seoul, built from your humble beginnings. tossing the clean wipe and your black latex gloves into the trash, you walk towards the door, wanting to pull the metal shutters down to end your night as you had finished all of your clients for the day.

you don’t accept walk-ins, and you hate dealing with difficult people who insist you on accepting their patronage through bribery. it’s gross how the world revolves around money, but it won’t work with you.

your handiwork is precious, sacred even, and you rather not waste time around snobby customers, who want to get a tattoo to seem tough and cool. it’s a meaningful job, and you always love to listen to stories about the customers’ choice of tattoo that they want permanently on their skin. and with you being the tattooist, you get to do the honours.

a session with you is never dull, you love entertaining, and being entertained, by your clients; they’re what makes your job more fun. grabbing the stick to pull the shutters, a man with yellow-tinted glasses struts his way into your parlour, ignoring the fact that you were about to close it.

he looks familiar, attractive too, as if you have seen him on live television before. maybe he’s a host? you pay no mind to it. “excuse me, sir. i’m closing for the day.”

“come on, one more customer wouldn’t hurt, right sweetheart?” he teases, and you cringe at his words. he walks over to you and checks your appearance out, his eyes darting all over you and your body before you sigh to yourself and ask, fully knowing what his answer will be.

“what’s your name? do you even have an appointment?”

“the name’s wooin. and yes, i do, so stop frowning at me. you’re too pretty to be doing that.”

you’re weirded out by this guy who firstly, walks in as if he owns the place, and secondly, has the audacity to flirt with you? you roll your eyes, walking towards your counter to see if he was lying about his appointment.

as the keyboard clicks echo from your desk, you unfortunately find out that he was right, and that he actually came on time for his appointment as it was specifically booked after opening hours.

for some reason, on one particular day where you were going through your client bookings, you accepted wooin’s after-hours tattoo appointment; a goddamn half- sleeve tattoo of a snake.

you ought to be sleepy or drunk to accept it on that fateful day, but business is business, you couldn’t back out even if you wanted to. it'd be rude and unprofessional of you to send him on his way as well. “alright, make yourself comfortable.”

you cock your head towards the leather chair, signalling him to sit on it as you put on a new set of gloves. he couldn’t stop himself from smirking as he sat on the cushioned seat, looking around your studio while you looked for the designs you drew weeks before.

“here, take your pick. if you don’t like any of them, i’ll just redraw and we can rearrange-”

“shit, you’re good at drawing.”

your lips part, itching to form a small smile from the compliment. though you keep your cool, muttering a soft ‘thanks’ at his words. he looks up from the file full of your designs, observing the way your ears flush a subtle hint of redness as you had your gaze elsewhere.

you jolt instantly, feeling his index finger tap your arm to get your attention. “this one’s good, i’ll get it.” he picks the one with a large skull that accompanies the snake, matching his hand tattoo that you couldn’t help but notice.

you couldn't deny that he's handsome. but fuck, even his hands look good. something about his black-painted nails and knuckle tattoos make you weak in your knees a little. “cool tattoos you got there, on your hand.” you blurt out as you pull out the transfer paper the design was made on.

“i could say the same to you,” he replies, looking at your arm that's wrapped by a stitch tattoo, heavily inspired by tokyo ghoul. he maintains eye contact with you, but you break it off and walk away.

you pull your tiered-cart of materials needed for your session, whipping out a pair of scissors to cut the design to fit his arm. “so, what’s your name, cutie?”

it’s almost midnight, too late for you to deal with his antics. “i’m y/n,” you answer tersely, shaving and cleaning off any hair on his arm before transferring the design onto his skin.

“how did you find out about this place? and why not go back to the one you went to previously?” you ask with genuine curiosity, sterilising and preparing your tattoo gun as he replies, “i pass your shop everytime i drive through this street. it’s hard to not notice you, you’re attractive as hell.”

“so, you came here because you think i’m hot?”

“basically, so let me get your numbe- fuck!”

you cut off his words by poking his skin lightly with the needle, earning a soft chuckle from you upon seeing his reaction. “hey! i could sue you for misconduct, you know?” he threatens playfully as you start the gun, the whirs blasting into your ears as it vibrates in your grasp.

“mhm, sue me then.” he lets out an exasperated sigh while you tell him that you’re about to start. he nods, and you proceed with the inking of the outline of the tattoo.

surprisingly, he’s quiet with a few playful conversations here and there, but never really getting too deep into talking. he's more of observing you move the gun with precision and skill; it’s like he’s appreciating your talent, and you feel the appreciation in return.

halfway through with the outline, you stop the gun as you ask, “are you fine? we can stop here for the night if you’re hurting and continue next time.”

“keep going, sweetie. i’m stronger than you think.” he smirks, and you oblige, continuing from where you left off and eventually completing the linework.

you heave, admiring your work after hours of tattooing. it’s almost two in the morning, and you begin to think that you should charge extra for working overtime. wiping the remainder of blood off from his arm before covering it in film, you say, “okay, you can come in next week for the shading.”

“can i come tomorrow?”

“hell no, your arm needs to heal.”

“but i wanna see you again.” you remove your gloves and throw them away as you walk over to the counter to calculate the cost of the session.

“don’t care, your total is $1100. cash or card?”

“are you scamming me?” he asks playfully, standing up from the chair before wobbling slightly as it’s been hours since he last stood up.

“i’m not, you broke?” you reply flatly, evidently done with his bullshit and in need of some form of energy as you point to the sign on your desk that shows your rates and how you charge.

he says nothing more, pulling out his card and paying the amount in full before putting it back into his wallet.

he attempts to stretch his freshly-inked arm, enduring the stinging pain that came along with it as you both waited for the receipt of his transaction to be printed.

pulling the strip of paper out of the device, you quickly jot down something at the bottom before handing it back to him.

“see you next week, wooin.” he nods, and as he walks away from your counter and towards the door, he stops in his tracks whilst examining the receipt.

he turns his head, looking back at you with a triumphant smirk as he claims, “i knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“whatever makes you happy.” you avoid his gaze, knowing you’ll blush.

you didn’t expect him to immediately confront you after you wrote your number down and gave it to him, just like he asked you to.

and at the very least, you hope you don’t regret doing so. after all, you’re not the type to just give out your number to anyone.

[bfwooin]

Ice cream

m.list ♡ taglist

Synopsis ~ ice cream Mukkbang with Owen

Tagging ~ @ravenwritten @dzvelinaskebiyars @sylith @sanzuslutttt @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @prepchii @bfwooin @hyukwwn @kuchisabishiiiii

A/N ~ for some reason this made me want to cry

Owen fell into a rut where he only felt two things one loathing for Jay Jo and two felt depressed that Shelly was taken. You just couldn't take his complaints anymore. So you took him to an all you can eat ice cream shop. It’s your favorite place to go when you’re sad. You push him into the store since he couldn’t stop dragging his feet. Upon entering you immediately feel better eyes glowing from excitement. You take Owen’s hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling him towards your favorite section.

“Look at all the cones” you say with a huge smile on your face looking up at him. You frown when you see his pouty face clearly still sulking. “Get whatever you want it’s on me” you say. “Thanks” he says finally saying something for the first time in a week. You both get matching waffle cones to start you picked cookies and cream and he picked mint chocolate chips. You sit down at a booth writing down on the order tickets the ice creams you both picked.

“Owen you should get over Shelly she’s taken now” you say but he gives you the silent treatment and a pissed expression. “ I’m just saying it would be healthy to move on. She's happy with Jay, you should be happy too!” You add. “I’m not happy that she’s with Jay” he says, managing to pout while looking pissed off. He finally takes a bite if his ice cream while looking out the window.

“If it makes you feel I got cheated on” you say while laughing. “That’s not funny and I don’t feel better” he says. “I’m sorry I have a dark sense of humor so it’s hilarious to me” you take a bite out of your own ice cream while looking at him. “Shelly’s lucky” you say softly looking away from him. “How is she lucky with him? she should be with me!” He asks. “That’s not what I meant, I envy her a little…” you don’t finish your sentence deciding to drop the topic.

“Then what did you mean? Why do you envy her?” He asks the questions you were hoping he wouldn’t ask. “You’re so not good at reading the room” you reply. “Just answer me” he retorts. “I meant she’s lucky to have someone loyal like you remaining by her side although she’s found love in someone else and that’s why I envy her” you say getting up to purchase another ice cream. He gets up following you. “But why does that make you envious do you have a crush on me or something” you push him playfully.

“All the guys I like play me, cheat, or abandon me so I’m jealous that she has someone loyal to her but she isn’t interested in you. She doesn’t have to return your feelings. I'm just saying seeing someone throw away something I can’t even get makes me feel jealous” you admit honestly. He doesn’t say anything and you decided to order two of every ice cream off the menu for you both to try. “Let’s see who gets a brain freeze first” you say while grabbing a spoon waiting for your order to come out.

“They will probably melt before we get a brain freeze” he says. The orders come out and you make eye contact with Owen. “I’ll beat you” you say “I’m not competing” he replies although he says that when he sees how fast you’re eating your ice cream he immediately eats his faster. After eating all the ice cream you both sit there holding your heads and stomachs with your hands. “The ice cream was supposed to make me feel better but now I feel like shit” you say. “Tell me about it” he replies, making you laugh. “I’m so glad you find my misery hilarious” he says leaning his head against the table. “So I’m hearing you want round 2?” You say he jolts up from laying his head down. “No I’ve had enough I’ve cream gif an eternity” he says.

[bfwooin]

Period comfort with Hyuk Kwon

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Synopsis ~ Hyuk taking care of reader on her period

Tagging ~ @ravenwritten @dzvelinaskebiyars @sylith @sanzuslutttt @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @prepchii @bfwooin @hyukwwn @kuchisabishiiiii

You’re currently cuddling with your boyfriend taking a nap until your stomach starts to feel like it’s being shredded from the inside out. You try ignoring it thinking that maybe you just ate something bad and have an upset stomach until Hyuk wakes you. “You’re bleeding all over my sheets” he says. You wake up rubbing your eyes. You didn’t fully hear what he said. “Huh why'd you wake me up” you ask yawning.

“This is no time to be yawning, it looks like I murdered someone on my bed” he says. Still not putting two and two together you look at him confused. “You’re bleeding on my blankets” he says again. Finally it clicks and your eye’s immediately grow three times their normal size. “Oh I’m sorry” you say rushing to get up. “I’ll clean it” you say. “No, I'll clean it, do you need anything? You didn’t bring a bag with you when you came over last night so I’m assuming you don’t have anything to take care of that” he replies.

“No I didn’t bring any of my menstrual products” you reply. “I’ll wash these sheets & but you some products go shower and you can wear something from my closet when you get out” he says. You smile happily that he’s being so considerate but still slightly embarrassed you woke up bleeding on his bed. “I get x brand pads/tampons” you say. “Ok I’ll get those” he says. You relax in the shower until you’re all cleaned up. You get dressed in Hyuk’s closet making an unfortunate makeshift pad out of toilet paper.

You honestly could cry, using toilet paper is the worst, almost worse than waking up on your period and your boyfriend saying it looked like a crime scene on his bedsheets. Once you left the bathroom you took the bedsheets out of the dryer making Hyuk’s bed for him. You’re surprised your period came so earlier than last time and Hyuk never remembers. Anytime you tell him he still forgets and claims it’s because he knows you’ll remind him so he doesn’t need to remember.

You get where he’s coming from but it still hurts your feelings. While you reminisce on your experiences with Hyuk he is currently struggling at the supermarket. He can’t find the brand you asked for. He even searched it up on Google and he’s staring at his phone and the aisle stressing cause he can't find it. He knows you and if he doesn’t get it right you’re going to beat him up. So he calls reinforcements “Hey Wooin, what are good menstrual products?” He asks.

“So you like her so much you’re even shopping for her?” Wooin says Hyuk can picture his shit eating grin on his face. He hangs up on Wooin knowing he’s in a time crunch to get you the right products. “Fuck it” he grabs a bag of this, a box of that, a packet of this, a tube of that, and then he heads to the snack aisle dumping whatever into his cart. He gets a suspicious look at the counter by the cashier but he’s looking down at her like “my day is hard enough don’t question my life choices”

He makes his way back home to you with a bag load of stuff showing off his riches and his love for you. If you were anyone else he’s probably tell you fuck off and to get it yourself. He opens the bags, unloading everything onto the living room table. You walk into the living room seeing loads of things. “Did you buy the whole store?!” You ask in shock. “I got a few things I thought you might like” he says. “It’s more than a few Hyuk” you say laughing. He doesn’t respond and you help him unload the bags.

“Hyuk, all of this is nice but where are my pads? I kinda need those” you say. “What do you mean where they are in there unless I forgot them at the store.” He says looking around at the items. “Here he says passing you the box” you take the box smiling until you read the box “ADULT DIAPERS HYUK WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I SHIT ON MYSELF THESE ARE PADS” you shout making him cover his ears. “That’s all that had i swear” he says still covering his ears.

“What else did you buy?” You ask looking at the items. “Nipple bomb?!, SHARTING KIT, A DOUCHE… i'm going to kill you” you say, tackling him down. But he holds up an oversized banana plushie “I got this too” he says and you break down sobbing. “I have nothing to use. I had to use your shorty cheap toilet paper for a pad and you brought me back diapers” you say in between sobs. “Aren’t they the same” he asks. “No they aren’t” you say. “Just wear them, it's not a big deal” he says.

“Since it’s not a big deal you wear them” you say. “Alright I will” he says going into the bathroom coming back out in an adult diaper and your tears start flowing uncontrollably again. “What’s wrong now?” He asks. “Hyuk, that's the scariest thing I’ve ever seen, please take them off,” you say, still sobbing at the sight of your boyfriend in an adult diaper. He finally takes the adult diaper off after deciding to torture you a bit more with it by strutting around and doing model poses. “Alright after the day I’ve had I’m going to sleep and cuddle with me” he says. You follow him to bed and he promises to give you a massage when you wake up.

[bfwooin]

Girl, I can't anymore😔 I need tattoo artist reader x Wooin to breathe

say it, baby. do it, baby.

synopsis. despite wooin's unexpected arrival, you decide to take him in and tattoo him after operating hours.

content. reader is a tattoo artist, banter, wooin is a little shit who likes to flirt with us ugh.

a/n. babe ure probably not breathing rn so i hope this revives u 😇 TATTOO ARTIST READER AND WOOIN??? ure genius i love ur brain. thank u for requesting love i hope u like it <3

tags. @shintaru @sylith @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n

you wipe down the tattoo chair minutes after your last client left your shop, humming to the tune of the song that plays through the speakers.

the faint scent of antiseptic and ink linger in the air of your surroundings, a smell you’re too familiar with having started your business venture just a year ago.

it was on a whim, you began this journey from your unauthorised poke-and-stick services to your friends stemmed from pure boredom, until they recommended you to pursue the craft of tattooing professionally.

so, years later after an apprenticeship, you’re here in your very own tattoo parlour in the streets of seoul, built from your humble beginnings. tossing the clean wipe and your black latex gloves into the trash, you walk towards the door, wanting to pull the metal shutters down to end your night as you had finished all of your clients for the day.

you don’t accept walk-ins, and you hate dealing with difficult people who insist you on accepting their patronage through bribery. it’s gross how the world revolves around money, but it won’t work with you.

your handiwork is precious, sacred even, and you rather not waste time around snobby customers, who want to get a tattoo to seem tough and cool. it’s a meaningful job, and you always love to listen to stories about the customers’ choice of tattoo that they want permanently on their skin. and with you being the tattooist, you get to do the honours.

a session with you is never dull, you love entertaining, and being entertained, by your clients; they’re what makes your job more fun. grabbing the stick to pull the shutters, a man with yellow-tinted glasses struts his way into your parlour, ignoring the fact that you were about to close it.

he looks familiar, attractive too, as if you have seen him on live television before. maybe he’s a host? you pay no mind to it. “excuse me, sir. i’m closing for the day.”

“come on, one more customer wouldn’t hurt, right sweetheart?” he teases, and you cringe at his words. he walks over to you and checks your appearance out, his eyes darting all over you and your body before you sigh to yourself and ask, fully knowing what his answer will be.

“what’s your name? do you even have an appointment?”

“the name’s wooin. and yes, i do, so stop frowning at me. you’re too pretty to be doing that.”

you’re weirded out by this guy who firstly, walks in as if he owns the place, and secondly, has the audacity to flirt with you? you roll your eyes, walking towards your counter to see if he was lying about his appointment.

as the keyboard clicks echo from your desk, you unfortunately find out that he was right, and that he actually came on time for his appointment as it was specifically booked after opening hours.

for some reason, on one particular day where you were going through your client bookings, you accepted wooin’s after-hours tattoo appointment; a goddamn half- sleeve tattoo of a snake.

you ought to be sleepy or drunk to accept it on that fateful day, but business is business, you couldn’t back out even if you wanted to. it'd be rude and unprofessional of you to send him on his way as well. “alright, make yourself comfortable.”

you cock your head towards the leather chair, signalling him to sit on it as you put on a new set of gloves. he couldn’t stop himself from smirking as he sat on the cushioned seat, looking around your studio while you looked for the designs you drew weeks before.

“here, take your pick. if you don’t like any of them, i’ll just redraw and we can rearrange-”

“shit, you’re good at drawing.”

your lips part, itching to form a small smile from the compliment. though you keep your cool, muttering a soft ‘thanks’ at his words. he looks up from the file full of your designs, observing the way your ears flush a subtle hint of redness as you had your gaze elsewhere.

you jolt instantly, feeling his index finger tap your arm to get your attention. “this one’s good, i’ll get it.” he picks the one with a large skull that accompanies the snake, matching his hand tattoo that you couldn’t help but notice.

you couldn't deny that he's handsome. but fuck, even his hands look good. something about his black-painted nails and knuckle tattoos make you weak in your knees a little. “cool tattoos you got there, on your hand.” you blurt out as you pull out the transfer paper the design was made on.

“i could say the same to you,” he replies, looking at your arm that's wrapped by a stitch tattoo, heavily inspired by tokyo ghoul. he maintains eye contact with you, but you break it off and walk away.

you pull your tiered-cart of materials needed for your session, whipping out a pair of scissors to cut the design to fit his arm. “so, what’s your name, cutie?”

it’s almost midnight, too late for you to deal with his antics. “i’m y/n,” you answer tersely, shaving and cleaning off any hair on his arm before transferring the design onto his skin.

“how did you find out about this place? and why not go back to the one you went to previously?” you ask with genuine curiosity, sterilising and preparing your tattoo gun as he replies, “i pass your shop everytime i drive through this street. it’s hard to not notice you, you’re attractive as hell.”

“so, you came here because you think i’m hot?”

“basically, so let me get your numbe- fuck!”

you cut off his words by poking his skin lightly with the needle, earning a soft chuckle from you upon seeing his reaction. “hey! i could sue you for misconduct, you know?” he threatens playfully as you start the gun, the whirs blasting into your ears as it vibrates in your grasp.

“mhm, sue me then.” he lets out an exasperated sigh while you tell him that you’re about to start. he nods, and you proceed with the inking of the outline of the tattoo.

surprisingly, he’s quiet with a few playful conversations here and there, but never really getting too deep into talking. he's more of observing you move the gun with precision and skill; it’s like he’s appreciating your talent, and you feel the appreciation in return.

halfway through with the outline, you stop the gun as you ask, “are you fine? we can stop here for the night if you’re hurting and continue next time.”

“keep going, sweetie. i’m stronger than you think.” he smirks, and you oblige, continuing from where you left off and eventually completing the linework.

you heave, admiring your work after hours of tattooing. it’s almost two in the morning, and you begin to think that you should charge extra for working overtime. wiping the remainder of blood off from his arm before covering it in film, you say, “okay, you can come in next week for the shading.”

“can i come tomorrow?”

“hell no, your arm needs to heal.”

“but i wanna see you again.” you remove your gloves and throw them away as you walk over to the counter to calculate the cost of the session.

“don’t care, your total is $1100. cash or card?”

“are you scamming me?” he asks playfully, standing up from the chair before wobbling slightly as it’s been hours since he last stood up.

“i’m not, you broke?” you reply flatly, evidently done with his bullshit and in need of some form of energy as you point to the sign on your desk that shows your rates and how you charge.

he says nothing more, pulling out his card and paying the amount in full before putting it back into his wallet.

he attempts to stretch his freshly-inked arm, enduring the stinging pain that came along with it as you both waited for the receipt of his transaction to be printed.

pulling the strip of paper out of the device, you quickly jot down something at the bottom before handing it back to him.

“see you next week, wooin.” he nods, and as he walks away from your counter and towards the door, he stops in his tracks whilst examining the receipt.

he turns his head, looking back at you with a triumphant smirk as he claims, “i knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“whatever makes you happy.” you avoid his gaze, knowing you’ll blush.

you didn’t expect him to immediately confront you after you wrote your number down and gave it to him, just like he asked you to.

and at the very least, you hope you don’t regret doing so. after all, you’re not the type to just give out your number to anyone.