#jae fluff

[tangylemonade]

TWO

Eaj (boyfriend AU) x afab reader

18+ MINORS DNI (istg 🫵🏾 ಠ_ಠ if I catch you)

Word count: 2.2k

꧁ ☂︎ ⚠︎(smut) w/ f ☁︎(fluff) ꧂

Warnings: unprotected sex (don't forget the casing before you stuff your sausage)

To the anon that requested this I am so very sorry for the extreme delay. I was super busy and honestly I've not been writing much. I hope that if you read this you enjoy it even if only a little ♥️

Tick…tick…tick.

Time passed as slowly as the molasses you poured into your cookie batter. Warmth radiated from the oven but you still felt cold in your sweats. Feeling lazy, you hadn't changed from this morning. You only recently pushed past the unwavering exhaustion to eat a quick dinner and make you and your lover a treat. Cookies in the oven, you started on some tea.

“Ah shit,” you whispered to yourself quickly bringing your finger to your mouth in an attempt to soothe the ache.

Your dry eyes blinked as your thoughts wandered, and you lowered the heat while continuing to stir the bubbling beverage. Even though it was only 8 o'clock, the week had worn you out, leaving your head feeling heavier than ever. Taking your tea off the burner you checked the weather again and re-read Jae’s last messages.

Jae-Jae <3 ~

*This bug screwed us over.* - 6:34 pm

*we're gonna eat dinner here* - 6:45

*be home in an hour xoxo* - 7:23 pm

Jae had gotten up before you, having been called into work on a weekend due to a coding issue that you were too sleepy to fully understand when he tried to explain it to you. Your brows furrowed as you checked your watch for the hundredth time. Anxiously you checked outside the window as the gentle snowflakes that were fluttering down picked up speed.

Absent-mindedly, you went to fetch two mugs, running your slightly stinging fingers under some cold water as you rinsed them. Your two cats, Peanut and Butter, brushed against your legs, longing for attention and a taste of what you were preparing.

Carefully dodging the felines under your feet you placed the now steaming mugs on a tray before rushing to take out the cookies.

Perfectly golden and prettily plated, you set the cookies on the tray before cleaning up after yourself and heading to take a quick shower.

Refreshed yet somehow colder you nabbed one of your boyfriends sweaters before grabbing your phone to check your messages once again.

Beep! Beep! The sound of an incorrect password reached your ears before you could unlock your phone, followed by the exasperated swear of your lover. With a laugh, you unlocked and opened the door, quickly throwing yourself into his arms. He stumbled back slightly, his arm instinctively wrapping around you. The cold wind lashed at your skin through his sweater and your thin house clothes, but you hardly cared.

“Baby, it’s freezing. Let me get inside,” he said.

Your body warmed to the wistfulness in his voice as he squeezed you tightly and peppered your head and cheeks with his cold lips.

“You took soooo long,” you whined, waddling together back into the house. “I was soooo bored!”

“I thought you were going to catch up on some sleep,” Jae replied, using the few seconds you were willing to let him go to remove his coat and hang it in the closet. You reached up and pulled off his hat, dusting the snowflakes from it.

“Turns out I couldn’t sleep without you,” you said as you pulled him back into your embrace. “My poor baby, you’re freezing!”

“I just barely beat the snow. I feel bad for anyone who works further away than I do, the highway is already getting icy.”

“ I can’t believe they called you guys in on a weekend and in this weather, no less.”

“Assholes. And it was a mistake on their end.”

He gave you a tighter squeeze. “But enough about them… you smell so amazing… and warm.”

He tightened his grip again, pulling giggles from you as his cold cheek pressed against your neck, seeking warmth.

“I made cookies and tea,” you said proudly, pulling back to look at him. The bags under his eyes were heavy, but his smile still lit up his face as he gazed at you.

“I’m going to go shower,” he said, trying to pry your arms from around him.

“Wait.” You pouted.

He chuckled. “I’ll be back, and then we can relax.”

“Hurry.”

“Hurrying.”

You lived together and saw each other often, but your free time was limited. It felt like forever since you had hugged him like that. With one of you working overtime while the other left early, your daily life felt empty whenever you found yourself without each other.

Sitting in thought you blew on your tea between sips, the mug warming your cold numbed hands. Your thoughts filled with him like oxygen filled your lungs, and the warmth of the tea filled your chest.

Through the ups and downs of life, like a raft you kept each other above the floods of burn outs and constant burdens. You relied on those soft moments with Jae to help you heal from the exhausting weeks that crowded your schedules.

Jae laid his head on your lap, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Your hair is still a bit wet, love,” you giggled.

“I couldn't keep waiting,” he replied, turning to bury his face into your belly, causing his glasses to slip askew. You took them off for him and placed them on the coffee table.

Picking up a cookie you gave him a bite before taking one yourself. Warm in chewy you savored the sweet taste on your tongue. His hand reached up, popping the last bite of cookie into his mouth.

Jaes hands snaked around your waist, tickling your sides.

“What the heck, Jae?” you laughed, trying not to spill your drink.

His response was the delightful sound of his laughter as he sat up and took your mug from you.

He took a long sip before nodding his head in approval. “This is also very good.”

“Yours is right there.” You reached for your mug, but he pulled it away.

“Nah, yours tastes better.”

“They're exactly the same,” you said, rolling your eyes but still smiling.

“Impossible.”

“And why is that?” Your eyebrow quirked in response to his change of tone.

“Because yours tastes like you.” His eyes tracked your lips as you licked them.

“Well, then why drink that when you can get a taste from the source?” you said with a tilt of your head.

It felt so good to banter with him like this. The butterflies in your stomach danced warmly and familiar as you watched him put down the mug and turn back to you. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you to him, your legs settling around him as you comfortably fell into his lap.

Holding his face, your lips hovered close together, buzzing with joy just to be near each other.

“Gosh, I missed you,” you whispered against his lips.

Jae's lips brushed softly against yours, a gentle knock at your body's door. His fingertips sent chills across your skin as his caresses moved up your thighs to your hips, sliding beneath your shirt, and to your back. Your skin flexed and relaxed under his touch.

Your thighs squeezed around him, as your body craved more.

You pulled at his shirt and he chuckled softly against your neck, his hands gently gripping your arms to pause your desperate motions.

Jae pulled off his shirt before removing his sweater from your body along with your shirt. With flushed cheeks and blown pupils you watched his eyes devour you. Your chest heaved as Jae’s hands began once again to caress you, his mouth leaving hungry bites against your burning body. The grinding of hips came naturally as you both desperately desired the next portion of the intimacy you missed.

Throwing your head back you shut your eyes and allowed your other senses to enjoy the moment. Open-mouth kisses and gasps filled your ears, the smell of his body wash and freshly baked cookies, the warmth of his body radiating into you in electrifying ecstasy.

“Honestly,” Jae said between kisses, “my back hurts way too much to continue this on the couch.”

Your laughter broke the kiss and almost made you fall off his lap, but he caught you with hands wrapped securely around you.

“Sorry,” he said, holding your skin flush against his, hearts beating in sync.

“No worries.” You stood up, intertwining your fingers with his as you pulled him up with you. “Besides, I don’t like it when the cats watch us; it feels weird.”

Jae laughed, the sound light and infectious, as he followed you into the dimly lit hallway. “You know they don’t even care, right? They just want to be around us.”

You shook your head. “I don't know. It feels like they’re watching too intently.”

“Sorry Peanut and Butter.” Jae whispered, shutting the door quickly behind you two, locking the perverts out and only leaving behind their meows of protests.

You stretched out on the bed, heart racing with excitement.

Leaning against the doorframe Jae grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched your body in full.

“Now I see where the cats get it from.” You laughed.

With your finger you beckoned him closer. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna join me?

Seductively you slipped your thumbs into the sides of your shorts, catching your underwear as well, as you began to shimmy a little and pull them both off.

With a single, smooth motion, Jae closed the distance between you, his hands gliding up your thighs and grabbing your hands, igniting every nerve in your body. "That's my job," he whispered, breath warm against your ear.

His hands gripped your waist, his eyes roaming over you and drinking in your form up close in the low light of your shared bedroom.

You watched as his tired eyes darkened, arousing desire reflecting in them as he dipped down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. Jae’s hands roamed lower, exploring the curve of your hips before slipping underneath your shorts. His fingers brushed slender and electric against your delicate bud. His lips hungrily swallowed your gasps as the skill of his touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through you.

"God, I missed you all day." he groaned as he pulled back just enough to drink you in once again. The sight of you, vulnerable and eager, sent his senses into a frenzy.

Your own hands took the opportunity with him raised above you to roam along his chest and down to his waistband. Unsanctimoniously you grabbed him as you pushed on his waistband and pulled at his cock, freeing him from the confines of his clothing.

Jae let out a shaky breath, his eyes rolling back slightly at your touch.

Feeling restless and ready you whined as he slowly pulled down your shorts and underwear, kicking them off the rest of the way.

“Jae… the day was far too long for you to be playing around,” you complained as he pulled your hands away from him pinning them above you.

He chuckles at your neediness before letting go of your wrist and sitting up.

Jae's fingers trailed down your body before settling on your waist and pulling you towards him. Gripping your hips, he pushed into you and scattered stars into your vision.

Every thrust sent fireworks through your vision but that didn't stop you from trying to take in the look of pure ecstasy on his face when Jae felt your walls squeeze around him.

You could feel the tension building between you, a delicious pressure that promised a long overdue release. One hand reached for your clit, nearly throwing you over the edge as your bodies collided against each other. Normally you would hold out longer but your head was already spinning.

“Cum for me baby.” The low whisper of his voice was enough to set you spiraling as your body shook and your walls fluttered and squeezed his cock.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice thick with desire, urging you on. You could feel him deep within you, every movement sending you higher into your orgasm. The sensations were intoxicating, and you surrendered completely, allowing the moment to consume you, your senses bursting in a kaleidoscope of pleasure. You felt him soon after, his hot seed spilling atop your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

Looking up you watched him in the glow of the city lights from your window. His eyes fixed on yours, your hearts still racing and bodies glistening with sweat.

"Let's take care of you," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. He disentangled himself from you before retrieving a warm, damp cloth. After cleaning up, he returned the cloth to the bathroom and flopped back into bed next to you.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you curled into him. With the covers pulled up to your ears, you let the warmth of his body envelop you, completely cocooning yourself in the moment. Jae's arms snaked around you, his nose burrowing into the crook of your neck as he pulled you impossibly close. Your bodies lay skin to skin, the quietness of the cold night embracing you and pulling you into sleep's welcoming arms.

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[littlescorp1o]

i love men with glasses

[valsntine]

jaehyun x reader (fem) dandelion

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jaehyun who really loves his girl.

he spent months building up a solid friendship with you before asking you out. jaehyun who sends you flowers every saturday morning when he’s away and loves you more than anything.

now he loves his girls . all three of you now. both your daughters being a spitting image of you , from your hair to your smile. but they didn’t miss out on the jeong dimple genes.

after your second daughter was born, he was asked when you’d be trying for a son. and he waved them off thinking how he couldn’t even imagine life as anything other than tea parties every sunday. him squeezing into a small rapunzel chair sipping imaginary tea with your youngest while your eldest put bows into his hair.

makeovers with the girls before he has to put on his actual makeup before a show, him telling them they could be his actual makeup artist someday since they’re doing so good. jaehyun who can’t help but smile everytime he hears the pitter patter of the girls walking to your shared room in the morning. mornings filled with kisses on the cheeks and making breakfast together. him holding both the girls on his hips while you shape the pancakes into hearts.

people had asked him about who would carry on his family name, but jaehyun knows his girls carry your kindness of heart, his humbleness, and both your kids being proof love will always live on. your beautiful qualities instilled into your daughters will live past a last name.

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this was soooo self indulgent #sorry

[atomicfoxx]

💖 I need a big boyyy, give me a big boyyyyyyy 💖

and I need him so bad

[meracyn]

ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇ-ꜱᴜɴɢ

sypnosis. after a painful breakup that left you mentally scarred, you're forced to see kwon again, this time at the sekai taikai tournament. after successfully avoiding him many times, he finally got you to himself. the question is- will you go back to him again?

warnings. cursing, female reader & part of miyagi-do. kind of angst? the other 2 parts are up! click these; two, three

You arrived at the bar with the rest of the Miyagi-Do members. After many hours of rough training sessions and competition at the Sekai Taikai tournament, you all agreed it was fair to have some fun for a while.

The music blared through the speakers, every vibration being sent to your body. It was pretty full, but you weren't going to let that prevent you from having fun. Robby and Miguel went off on their own, as well as Demetri and Hawk. Devon had stayed back since she claimed to feel unwell, leaving you, and the female captain of your dojo alone.

You made your way to an empty spot, when you heard an all familiar voice call out to you. Looking up, you saw Sam, who sat next to you on the table, offering you a drink. "Here, you did great today by the way." She said with a smile.

Taking it from her hand, you took a sip. "Thanks, you did too." Not long after, Sam excused herself to take some fresh air outside, reassuring you she wouldn't take long.

As you were left alone, you eventually got bored and decided to go up to the bartender and order a stronger drink, which was probably a bad idea as you ended up drinking more than you intended to. Your vision was slightly blurred and your head was starting to throb.

"Ugh.." You groaned, pressing a hand against your forehead as you tried to walk out of the bar, stumbling on the way before you bumped against someone. Muttering an apology, you took a step forward when a hand grabbed your arm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A sharp, low voice practically hissed at you. You felt your heart stop as you recognized the voice all too well, bringing back painful memories you thought were already gone. You tried to get out of their grasp, but their hold became much more firm, making you unable to leave.

"Let me go," You said, your tone coming off more aggressive than you thought.

"And let you be with those guys who are practically eyefucking you?"

Clenching your fist, you finally looked up. Like you figured out, it was Kwon.

Memories of the breakup flooded your mind, reminding you of the pain you felt back then. It only made your head hurt even more–and your heart, too.

"I can handle myself, thanks." You mumbled, taking the opportunity to remove your hand away from his touch. "I don't have anything to talk to you about."

Kwon reached out to hold you again, this time an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. "Actually, we do need to talk."

You shook your head in anger, attempting to get him off of you. Kwon dipped his head low in response, his lips beside your ear. "Do you really want to cause a scene right now?" He asked, his tone sending you shivers down your spine.

You reluctantly stopped moving, as Kwon took your hand and led you out of the bar, headed towards a dark alley. The air was very chilly, a stark contrast to the bar’s warm atmosphere. As soon as Kwon stopped walking, you yanked your hand out of his.

"Why did you even bring me here?"

"I didn't think you would be at the Sekai Taikai."

"But I am, what about it?"

"You keep avoiding me."

"Yeah. The same reason you ended our relationship turned out to be in vain." You retorted, voice wavering slightly. The alcohol was starting to affect you more by the second, causing you to hold onto the cold, rough wall behind you.

Kwon took a step closer to you, faint hesitation flickering in his eyes for a moment before disappearing just as quickly. He lifted his hand to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. "Remember those nights we spent together?" He whispered.

You shook your head, feeling a wave of drowsiness overcome your senses. "Kwon..don't.." You said quietly.

"Let us try again," Kwon persisted. "Give me another chance..yeah?" He murmured, bringing your face closer to his. Your breath hitched at his actions, heart pounding.

"We can't." You pushed him away from you, making him slightly surprised. "We're in different dojos now. Focus on yours, and I'll focus on mine." Before you could continue any further, Sam spotted the both of you and quickly rushed over to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder as she glared at the male in front of you.

"Get out. Don't you dare get any closer to her." She threatened, before turning to look at you, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah.. let's just go." You replied while avoiding Kwon's burning gaze. Sam nodded, letting you hold onto her for support as she led you out of the place.

You couldn't look back, fearing you would break and go back to him. Although deep down, you knew Kwon would do his best to do just that.

[pintrestgrl]

can I request a mattheo fic where reader is obsessed with kissing him

🧜🏻‍♀️

obsessed!reader with boyfriend!mattheo

you’ve been with mattheo for a while now, and there’s this magnetic pull between you that never fades. it’s like every time your lips brush against his, the whole world stops, and nothing else matters except the fire sparking between you two.

you’re obsessed with kissing him. not just the quick pecks or the casual brushes of lips in passing— no, you crave the kind of kisses that steal your breath and make your heart hammer in your chest. the kind that make you forget who you are for a second, because in those moments, you’re just his.

mattheo knows it. he sees it in the way you stare at him across the room, fingers twitching, lips parted slightly as if waiting for him to close the distance. sometimes, you catch him smirking at you when you think no one’s watching. that slow, knowing smile that promises he’s going to take full advantage of your obsession.

“you’re ridiculous,” he once said, voice low and teasing, as you snuck up behind him and pressed a long kiss along his neck, making him shiver. “can’t get enough of me, huh?” you grinned, cheeky and bold. “never.”

there’s something electric about the way he responds, his hands gripping your waist tighter, his mouth claiming yours like it’s a challenge. you’ve learned every inch of him by now, the way his lips curve when he’s amused, the soft places behind his ears, the tiny flicker of vulnerability in his eyes when the world isn’t watching.

one night, you’re sprawled out beside him on his bed, the moonlight streaming through the curtains. you’re lazy, fingers trailing absent patterns on his skin, but your lips keep finding their way to his jaw, his cheek, his mouth. anywhere you could reach, the craving impossible to ignore.

mattheo watches you, amusement flickering in his gaze, before he pulls you closer until there’s no space between you. ”you think you’re the only one obsessed?” he murmurs, breath warm against your lips. you laugh softly, heart pounding. “prove it.”

and with that, his mouth crashes onto yours. fierce, hungry, full of promise. your world narrows to the taste of him, the feel of his hands tangled in your hair, the heat of his body pressed against yours.

time slows, and you get lost. lost in him, in this obsession you share, in the way kissing mattheo feels like coming home. because this isn’t just a craving. it’s the beginning of everything.

a/n: first mattheo workkk

tags : @hrryp0thead @theosbae @theosbaby @theonottbabygirl

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Gi hun X F!Reader: The look of love, the rush of blood

Warnings: smut, fluff, safe sex, penetration(p in v), cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), post game Gi hun, confessions, porn with plot, no use of y/n, female reader

Word count: 3,1K (the thirst for this man is real)

You were laying down, your hands wrapped around a book as you waited. You knew he’d be back soon. The truth was you weren’t even really interested in what you were reading, you just needed to distract yourself. You’d gotten off early tonight and even though you should probably be sleeping you couldn’t seem to close your eyes. Not when Gi hun was still out there, looking for the man that had plagued his thoughts for the last three years. 

He’d found you a year after the games. You’d been working at a bar back then and he’d stumbled in one night. You’d noticed his somber expression the moment he’d sat down. You got all types of people coming to the bar but there was something different about Gi hun. A dark cloud seemed to follow him wherever he went. It made you want to know him.

It started off as small banter, he’d come for a drink and you’d spend the rest of your night trying to tug a smile for his lips. It never worked of course. His burden was too heavy. It had made him cold and cut off. Still, he couldn’t find it in him to tell you to leave him alone. You were the one bright thing in the miserable life he’d started leading since he’d left the games.

He wasn't even sure what had made him talk to you one night. Perhaps the loneliness had finally gotten to him. Or maybe he just needed to get some of the weight off his shoulders. He’d told you about the games and the salesman and the rest of it. You listened to him without judgment. When he finally finished speaking he’d expected you to tell him he was crazy or that he’d had too much to drink but you just stayed quiet for a moment. And then you’d said something that had surprised him immensely.

“How can I help?”

The rest was history. Try as he might, Gi hun couldn’t seem to get you to give up on the idea of helping him. And after a while he stopped trying to convince you. He liked the company. Sure, he had the men who worked for him but that was different. They were there because he was paying them. You were here because you wanted to be. You’d started spending so much time at the motel that Gi hun had given you your own room. You hadn't moved in exactly but you would sleep there most nights. You’d told him it was because you felt safer knowing that he was nearby but the truth was you felt like you needed to keep an eye on him. You knew he was motivated but you also worried for his health. All he did was sit in his car everyday and watch his monitors every night. It wasn’t good for him to be so consumed with his task. No matter how noble it was. 

You flipped over another page, eyes moving over the words absentmindedly. Your head snapped up at the sound of footsteps. You looked down the hall, waiting as the footsteps got closer. Gi hun frame came into view.

“How many times have I told you to lock your door?”

“Oh relax. I knew it was you.”

“And if it wasn’t?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning over the bed to reach beneath it. You pulled out a pistol before leaning back into your prior position. You raised the gun and closed one of your eyes, aiming at Gi hun with expert precision.

“Then I would have shot you.”

Gi hun leaned against the doorway for a moment. His eyes raked over your body, noticing the way your shorts were bunched up, leaving your thighs barely covered. It took all his strength to not show you how much the sight affected him. “I brought dinner.”

You smiled at him, moving to hide the gun before getting up from the bed. You made your way past Gi hu,  walking to the  makeshift  “dining room”. Gi hun watched you for a moment, eyes catching on the sway of your ass before he shook his head.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

You lay the table as Gi hun unwrapped the takeout containers. You hummed as you moved around, swaying slightly to the sound of your own voice. Gi hun couldn’t help but smile at the sound. He didn't allow himself to have a radio, knowing it would call too much attention. But ever since you’d joined him he didn’t feel the need for the machine. Not when he had you as his very own jukebox. The chairs scraped against the floor as the two of you sat down. You ate in silence for a while. It didn’t feel awkward. After two years you’d grown used to the quiet manner in which Gi hun behaved. You never forced conversation, fully content on just being around the man. 

“What were you reading?”

“Some dumb romance.”

“Not a fan?”

“I’ve got nothing against it but it’s just so…”

“Sappy?”

“PG 13.”

Gi hun almost choked at your words. He let out a small cough, wide eyes moving to look up at you. You were completely unaware of the thoughts your words had made rush into Gi huns mind. He wondered what you normally read. 

“But it helps to distract me so I can't complain. You okay?”

You were looking at Gi hun now, noticing the slight blush that coated his face. You raised your eyebrows, slightly amused at his reaction. You didn’t mind talking about this sort of stuff, you were shameless that way. But Gi hun seemed to have a harder time. What you didn’t know is that this difficulty was due to you. Over the years Gi hun had found himself growing fond of you. It had been a while since he’d lived, in the broad sense of the word, with a woman. Not counting his mother of course. Being around you made him feel like a horny teenager. And that made him feel pathetic. 

“Anyway, how was your day?”

He welcomed the change of subject. Gi hun told you about the searches and the dead ends. The two of you continued to chat through dinner and no matter what subject you were discussing, Gi hun's mind couldn’t seem to get the dirty thoughts in control. You’d cleaned up the dinner table, saying goodnight before making your way to your room. Gi hun watched you walk away, his eyes lingering in the space you’d occupied before moving to focus on his cameras. 

You’d been trying to sleep for what felt like hours. When you’d finally realised it wasn’t going to happen you shifted to turn on the lights, grabbing the book you’d been reading before settling back in bed. You’d made it through one chapter when there was a knock on the door.

“You awake?”

“Yeah, come in Gi hun.”

The door opened slowly, Gi hun lingered on the doorway for a moment before stepping into the room. 

“Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, I just couldn’t sleep.”

He gave you a sheepish look and you smiled.

“Neither could i. Well don’t just stand there, come here.”

Gi hun moved over to the bed. You hadn’t shifted from your position, your head rested on the pillow, your feet placed on the mattress, knees bent towards the ceiling. It was only when he’d made it to the edge of the bed that he realized you were only in your underwear and a flimsy sleep shirt. Normally on nights like these, when neither of you could sleep, Gi hun would make his way over to your room, lying beside you for a couple hours before sleep seemed to take over your body. You were normally the first to succumb to slumber. Gi hun would watch you for a moment before rising from your bed and moving to cover you up with the sheets. He’d turn off the lights and close your door before moving to his own room. But tonight something was different. Tonight Gi hun seemed to get the nerve to do something he’d wanted to do for a long time.

He hesitated for a moment at the edge of the bed, trying to steal his nerves. Before he could chicken out, he placed a knee on the mattress. You watched him crawl over to you. You’d expected him to stop once he’d reached your legs but he didn’t. Instead he continued to crawl until his body was over yours. He gazed into your eyes for a moment and you felt the breath catch in your throat. Then he did something you expected even less. He laid down on your chest, his body resting against yours. Your legs caged his waist as he relaxed into you. It took you a moment to realize this was actually happening and that you weren’t dreaming. You could feel Gi huns breath against your neck. Instinctively your hand moved to caress his locks, causing him to let out a small noise of satisfaction. His nose shifted against your neck brushing the skin lightly. You had to close your eyes, your body already reacting to his proximity. One of Gi hun’s hands moved to caress your thigh, it was an innocent enough gesture but you couldn’t help but whimper. The noise made Gi hun raise his head to look at you.

“This okay?”

You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Gi hun moved to kiss your neck.

“How about this?”

You bit into your lip, nodding once again. Gi hun enjoyed the way your body reacted to him, he’d barely even touched you and you were already speechless. One of his hands moved beneath your shirt, inching against the skin until he found your breast. You gasped as he began to knead your breast with his hands. Your legs tightened around his waist instinctively, hips bucking up into him. Gi hun grinned against your skin. But you weren’t the only one who was becoming flustered. Gi huns dick twitched against his sweatpants as you shifted beneath him. It was your breathy whisper of his name that caused him to look up at you. He’d barely registered your movements before your lips were on his. Your tongue lapped over his lips begging for entrance. He was more than willing to give it to you. He groaned as you tugged at his hair, tongues moving in tandem. You could feel him growing harder against you and that knowledge made you clench around nothing.

“Gi hun?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you-hum-help me?”

He gave you a confused look and your heart clenched at the sight. For a grown man he had such an innocent face. You moved until you could grab onto one of his hands, guiding it until it rested against your cunt. You moaned as Gi hun's hand grazed the place where you desired him most. The sound made his eyes widen, understanding immediately. A rush of pride made its way through his chest as he realised he’d managed to make you as needy for him as he felt for you. You had expected him to help you out with his fingers but Gi hun had other plans. He shifted down your body until his face was at your cunt. You threw your head back as he placed a kiss on your thigh. Carefully his hands moved to your waistband, tugging your underwear down. A breath left Gi huns throat as he caught sight of your pussy. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet.”

He moved his fingers over your folds, collecting your juices on his digits in disbelief. You whined above him, hips chasing after his fingers. Gi hun didn’t waste time, his lips found your folds immediately. Your hands clung to his hair, as his tongue lapped at your folds. His hands moved to rest at your hips, helping him eat you out with a newfound fervour. All you could do was gasp and moan as Gi hun moved with expert precision. You’d never expected him to enjoy this so much but you’d been pleasantly surprised. You clenched around his tongue and he groaned.

“You close?”

“Yes Gi hun please just a bit-shit-there! Right there!”

He sucked on your clit and you were a goner. Your lips parted, his name slipping from them in an euphoric shout. You coated his face, body sagging onto the bed as your orgasm washed through you. Gi hun lapped it all up, stopping only when you let out a small whine of discomfort. He dragged himself up your body, settling into his prior position. You tugged him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Unconsciously Gi huns hips rutted against you. You smiled into the kiss, hand moving to caress Gi hun through his pants. He groaned against your lips. 

You pushed yourself up, forcing Gi hun to lift his body too. He watched you remove your shirt, throwing it somewhere across the room before looking at him expectantly. It took him a second to understand what you wanted. When he finally got the message he got off the bed removing his clothes until he was fully nude before you. Your mouth dropped open at the sight of him, he was surprisingly toned for somebody his age. Before Gi hun got a chance to get self conscious you were gesturing him to come to you with one finger. He grinned at you, crawling over your body once more. You opened your legs to him eagerly. 

“Oh shit.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t have any condoms. I don’t keep any because I never…well, you know.”

He gave you a sheepish smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay.”

You leaned over the bed, reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Gi hun looked at you in surprise.

“Don’t worry. I’m not bringing anyone here. I kept these here in case I got the courage to…”

“To?”

Gosh he could be so oblivious. 

“You know…”

You gestured between the two of you.

“Oh.”

His eyes widened in realization.

“Oh!”

You smiled at him, your hand moving to cup his cheek. You placed a kiss on his lips before moving to hand him the condom. He took it from you, opening the package and slipping it on. You relaxed onto the bed, waiting for him to line himself up. Gi hun glanced up at you.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Very.”

“Okay.”

He began inching himself into you slowly,his eyes never leaving the place where your two bodies connected. It was shameless but the sight of your pussy swallowing his dick was enough to make him twitch. The sounds leaving your lips didn’t help much. You were all breath whines and quiet moans. He set a tender pace, fucking into your gently. Your forehead rested against his, breathes mingling as you each enjoyed the feeling of each other. Your nippels rubbed against his chest causing you to moan. One of his hands moved to knead the flesh as he continued to thrust into you.

“Fuck you feel good.”

“Ah Gi hun! Please give me more.”

He wanted it to be tender. He wanted to transmit his gratitude for you with his body but he could also feel his self control slipping. He sped up slightly, his thrusts becoming rougher and upon feeling you clench around him he wondered why he hadn’t done this since the beginning. You clung to his body, your pants growing as he moved your legs up slightly, allowing him to hit your g-spot perfectly. 

“I’m close…”

“Just a little more. Wait for me okay? Can you do that princess?”

With the way he was fucking into you it seemed you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer but you’d try for him. You gave him a small nod, nails digging into his back. Turns out you didn’t have to wait too long. Before you knew it Gi hun was  whining out your name, his hips stilling as he came. You followed after him, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach finally snapped. Gi hun fell into your body. Sweat coated both of you but neither one seemed to mind. Gi hun placed one last lingering kiss to your neck before rolling off of you. You stayed still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. 

“That was-”

“Wonderful.”

You turned to look at him.

“It was wonderful Gi hun.”

He smiled at you,pulling your body to his until your head rested against his chest. You traced the lines of his abs, enjoying your post orgasmic bliss in silence. You tugged your lip between your teeth, a small wave of guilt gnawing at your chest. 

“I’ve been selfish.”

“Huh? How come?”

“I’ve been hoping you didn’t find him.”

You lifted yourself off Gi huns body, resting on your arm as you spoke.

“I know what you’re doing the right thing but I can't help it. I-”

You took a deep breath in, forcing the tears down. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to go, Gi hun.”

Gi hun watched the way your face contorted as you spoke, clearly trying to stop yourself from crying. 

“I love you.”

Your words had surprised him immensely. Never would he have imagined the words slipping for your mouth. But the words didn’t frighten him. In fact they made him realize something he’d been denying for a long time.

“You don’t have to say anything. You don’t own me that. I just wanted to get it of my chest in case-”

“Hey, hold on a second.”

His hand made its way to your cheek, forcing you to face him. He raised his brows at you, his lip tugging to one side of his face.

“I didn’t think I'd ever get a shot at something like this. I didn’t feel like I'd even deserve it. Not after…”

He paused for a moment, memories flashing through his mind. He pushed them down, focusing on you instead.

“What I'm trying to say is, I love you too.”

You gasped at his words.

“I think I've known for a while but didn’t have the courage to accept it. You’re…well… you’re really something special.”

He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but grin. You leaned down, placing a kiss to his lips before laying on his chest again. Gi hun knew he couldn’t give up on his mission. He needed to end the games once and for all. He knew he had to win, after all, you’d be waiting for his return. And he would find his way back to you. No matter what.

[dilfismz]

Squid Game Characters texts during “talking stage” HCs

Contains: Junho, Thanos, Minsue, SaeByok, Salesman, Se-mi, Namgyu, Inho, Sangwoo, GiHun

[onriyuview]

going to a rave or concert with bf!p1harmony member

genre: fluff, nsfw/suggestive below the cut (18+, mdni)

cw: established relationship, female reader, mentions of substance/alcohol use, pda, kissing/making out, groping, possessive piwon, non idol au

a/n: i wrote this at 4am while still intoxicated post-first rave so i hope you enjoy my drunk thoughts. i’ve also been wanting to write this ever since those pictures of intak, keeho, and jongseob in the crowd at gov ball were released.

imagine going to a rave or concert with your boyfriend and he’s just holding you close, hugging you from behind and dancing with you.

you turn around to face him and stare lovingly at him as you both feel the music coursing through your veins. his hands go to cup your face as he presses kisses all over, pulling away to smile at you as he spins you around so you can enjoy the light show the artist puts on for the crowd.

he loooves having you in his arms so close to him and being able to show other guys around you that you’re his and no one else’s to lay hands on or even look at. is definitely possessive in public, especially if either or both of you are under the influence; the pda is coming out and there’s nothing anyone else can do about it. for the most part, keeps it simple and classy with just skinship and kisses. it’s enough to make you feel safe and him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

absolutely makes sure you’re hydrated before, during, and after the outing so you can have a good time. will even take off your makeup and do your skincare routine for you at the end of the night if you’re too gone or tired to do it yourself. loves to take care of you and nurture you because you’re his loving partner who deserves nothing but the best (which is what he is to you).

nsfw/suggestive below the cut! mdni at this point

if he had to be completely honest, your outfit had his head spinning even more than the substances or alcohol. he knew you were planning this outfit for a few weeks now, constantly drooling at the idea of you in less clothing than usual. the moment you got dressed, pulling on the last few accessories to tie the look together, all it took was one look at you for him to drink you in and get drunk on you alone. he admired the bold and sparkly makeup you decided to do, fingers lightly touching the jewels on your face every now and then.

it was nights like this when he couldn’t believe you were his girl. he was obsessed with you (which is nothing new) and couldn’t keep his hands off you the entire night. he tried his hardest to limit the pda to kissing and holding you in front of him, not wanting to ruin your high/trip if he got too handsy. but the moment you turn to look at him with those big doe eyes he’s a goner.

his hands travel from your waist down to your ass, the lack of clothing giving him easy access to squeeze and grope at the flesh. your arms snake up around his neck as he leans down to kiss you, slowly and passionately. time stopped down when the two of you were together, especially intoxicated and in the middle of a huge crowd; it felt like you two were the only ones that existed.

the longer you two kiss, the more handsy he gets, causing you to gasp and allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. you can taste the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, but his touch is even more intoxicating. the thrumming bass drowns out any noises you may make to those around you, but he knows you so well and knows exactly what sounds you’re making just by how desperately you’re kissing him back, panting and scratching at the hair at the nape of his neck.

when you finally pull away after what feels like an eternity, he’s still holding you close to him, one hand around your waist and the other giving your each of your cheeks a light squeeze. you’re both breathless and can’t help but smile at each other as you rest your foreheads against one another. “you make me crazy, y/n,” he shouts over the blaring music, pressing another kiss to your smiling lips. “i love you too,” you nearly scream back, laughing before he turns back around to enjoy the show, but now pulling you even closer than before, with his chin on your shoulder, just so you can feel the affect you have on him digging into your ass.

[lovemepartly]

bf!namgyu ✩ headcanons

warnings: 18+, smut. some mentions of drinking and drugs. might be a bit ooc.

a/n: sorry if these are shorter than usual, i’ve not been in the mood to write lately :/ speaking of which, it might take me a bit longer to get to requests, but i am working on them, i promise!!

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• despite his tough front, namgyu’s a pretty big softie, especially when it comes to you. he’ll climb into your arms at night and will fall asleep almost instantly. plus, he loves it when you play with his hair and scratch his head.

• when he’s not working at the club, he’ll usually spend his nights there and bring you with him. he’ll pull you onto his lap, offering you a sip of his drink or blowing smoke in your mouth. depending on how intoxicated he gets, he’ll make out with you without a care in the world to who is watching.

• he’s extremely possessive and gets jealous easily. when he sees you talking to another guy, he’ll immediately come up to you and wrap his arm around your waist and pull you away.

• namgyu loves it when you wear his clothes; he loves to see you lounge around the house in his t-shirt. when you go out with your friends, he’ll usually lend you his jacket or coat just so everyone knows you’re taken.

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• namgyu is extremely touchy during sex. his hands are always roaming around your body, squeezing and pinching.

• when he’s nestled between your thighs, he definitely loves it when you pull his hair. it drives him crazy and he’ll only get messier with his movements.

• he definitely loves to overstimulate you. to hear you beg and whine and tell him you can’t take any more only makes him smirk.

• he loves getting head from you. when you get on your knees and wrap your lips around his length, that’s enough for him. he’ll thrust into your throat, loving the way you gag and how your eyes tear up. he’ll reach down to push some hair out of your face, muttering, “my pretty girl. so good for me, aren’t you?”

[big-poppa23]

Something Like Her

synapse: in a game built to kill, y/n didn’t expect to feel anything—until she meets hyun-ju, a former soldier with steady hands and a guarded smile. she’s only ever dated men. but there’s something about hyun-ju—something like safety, like defiance…like possibly love.

pairing: cho hyun-ju x female!reader

contains: objectification, transphobia, awakening of sexuality, death

a/n: i can’t believe I haven’t written for my queen until now. im so in love with her and dae-ho. btw i just found out the doll in red light green light is actually saying “the mugunghwa flower has bloomed”

PART TWO

. . .

The air is too still.

Hundreds of players stand frozen on a faded, oversized playground while the mechanical doll at the far end slowly turns her plastic head. Her pigtails sway unnaturally. Eyes scan with robotic calculation.

“무궁화 꽃이 피었습니다,” the doll’s robotic slowly hums. (Mugunghwa Kkoci Pieot Seumnida)

Everyone bolts forward in scattered chaos — some with desperation, others with deadly focus. Y/N sprints across the dirt like her life depends on it, because it does. Her heart slams in her chest like a hammer against rusted metal.

She’s halfway to the finish line when it happens.

Her shoe catches a ridge in the ground — a root, maybe. She stumbles, just slightly — a breath, a blink.

She’s going to fall as the doll’s phrase slowly comes to an end.

Time slows. There’s a flicker of acceptance in her chest — the quiet knowing that she’s about to die. Then—

A hand wraps around her wrist, firm and unshaking.

Player 120.

“I’ve got you,” a soft voice whispered urgently, barely audible over the gasps and screams around them.

She moves with the precision of someone who’s been forced to live carefully. In one graceful motion, the arm now around her waist as she yanks Y/N upright, steadying her just as the doll’s head turns and the eyes flicker over them, she looks up at her savior just in time.

They freeze.

The woman holding her was tall, with dark hair that framed her face like curtains. Her expression was sharp — serious — but there was something warm in her eyes. A quiet strength. Her painted fingernails were digging into Y/N’s jacket from where she held on, unmoving, as still as a statue.

They don’t move.

The doll scans. Pauses. Moves on.

Gunshots crack in the distance. Someone screams.

But the two of them are alive.

And then the doll is humming again.

Hyun-ju lets go. Y/N’s knees tremble, but she runs towards the finish line. They both do.

. . .

The cold hum of the fluorescent lights overhead buzzes like a warning. The vote is over. The decision made.

They’re staying.

Despite everything — the blood, the screams, the slaughter masked as a children’s game — the majority chose to keep playing. Desperation outweighs fear.

Y/N sits stiffly on the edge of a steel bunk, staring down at her hands. They still tremble a little. Not from the game — but from how close it came. One misstep. One second slower. She would’ve been—

“Dead,” she mutters under her breath.

She looks around the room. Players avoid eye contact. Some cry quietly. Some already lie down, curling into themselves like children. The air smells of sweat and despair.

Then her eyes find Player 120.

She’s sitting by herself, legs folded. Calm on the outside, but her fingers pick absently at the corner of her sleeve. A mask of composure, but Y/N knows that kind of loneliness. The kind that keeps you apart even in a crowd.

Without thinking, Y/N gets up and walks forward in the line. She grabs a fresh dosirak box, still faintly warm, and an extra water bottle.

Then she crosses the room — quiet, unsure. “Hey.”

Hyun-ju glances up. Her eyes soften just a little.

Y/N holds out the food. “I figured you probably didn’t feel like getting in line.”

A pause. Hyun-ju looks from the box to Y/N’s face, then takes it gently. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

“But you did.”

Y/N shrugs, trying to mask the awkward warmth building in her chest. “You, uh… saved my life earlier. Felt wrong not to say thank you properly…Well, as much as I can in here.”

Hyun-ju smiles — not wide, but real. “You’re welcome. Just don’t die in the second round, alright?”

“That’s the plan.”

They sit there for a moment — not talking, not eating, just existing side by side in the strange quiet after violence. Somehow, this tiny act of kindness feels like rebellion in a place designed to strip away humanity.

Y/N finally exhales. “You always look out for strangers?”

Hyun-ju opens her water bottle, thinks for a beat. “No,” she finally says softly. “But you didn’t feel like a stranger.”

And for the first time that day, Y/N smiles too.

The tin of the dosirak clicks softly as Y/N peels it open, the scent of lukewarm rice and kimchi filling the air between them. It’s far from appetizing, but it’s something. They eat in silence for a few minutes, the tension slowly bleeding out of their shoulders like a muscle finally relaxing.

Hyun-ju glances sideways at her. “You eat like someone who grew up fighting for the last bite.”

Y/N huffs a faint laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

A pause.

“What’s your name?” Hyun-ju asks.

Y/N looks up, a little surprised. “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Hyun-ju repeats, as if tasting it. “It suits you.”

Y/N tilts her head, eyes narrowing curiously. “You say that like you’ve known me longer than a few hours.”

Hyun-ju smiles softly. “Some people don’t need long.”

Y/N looks down, hiding the ghost of a smile. Then— “You?”

“Hyun-ju,” she says. Her voice lowers slightly, like she’s weighing whether to give more.

Y/N nods, then decides to take the chance. “I… didn’t know what to expect when you pulled me up earlier. I thought maybe you were just one of the quiet types.”

“I used to be a sergeant,” Hyun-ju says, the words spilling out without ceremony. “Special Forces. Never really had the luxury of being loud.”

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly. “Wait, really? You—were military?”

“Was.” Hyun-ju sets her spoon down. “I got discharged a while ago.”

“What happened?”

A beat. Hyun-ju’s eyes flick to the floor. She’s quiet for a moment. When she speaks again, her voice is steady, but heavy. “…I told them I wanted to transition. Live openly. As myself.”

“And?”

“And that was enough for them to throw me out.”

Y/N doesn’t respond right away. She just watches her. Takes her in. Finally, she says, “Well… for what it’s worth and from what I saw, they lost a damn good soldier.”

Hyun-ju lifts her eyes to meet hers. There’s something unspoken in her gaze — surprise, gratitude, maybe even a flicker of hope “Thanks,” she murmurs. “Most people just stare or whisper.”

“Screw ‘most people.’” Y/N says. “You pulled me off the ground today like it was nothing. Like you’d done it a hundred times before. Everyone here would’ve let me fall and die. But not you. You’ve got more courage in your little finger than half the people in this room.”

Hyun-ju chuckles. “Don’t make me like you too fast.”

Y/N grins, leaning back on her hands. “Too late.”

The fluorescent lights buzz above them, but for a moment, they feel a little warmer.

Not friends. Not allies. Not yet.

But something’s beginning. And in this place — this hell — beginnings are rare.

. . .

It was a new day which meant it would be time for the second game. As the remaining stepped into a new room, it was announced they all had five minutes to get into groups of five.

Y/N blinked, heart already racing. Five. It wasn’t enough time. Not for strangers. Not for trust.

People scattered like frightened rats, some sprinting toward familiar faces, others grabbing whoever was closest.

She looked across the sea of bodies and saw Hyun-ju standing alone.

Their eyes met.

And then the crowd surged.

Y/N moved fast, weaving between players, reaching out—but a shoulder slammed into hers before she could get to Hyun-ju.

“Hey! Group of four!” a man barked nearby. “We need one more!”

Y/N turned hopefully, but his expression changed as he looked her up and down — not with camaraderie, but with something that made her skin crawl.

Like she was for sale.

Another man beside him grinned, elbowing his friend. “She’s cute. Bet she’ll keep us warm at lights out.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She stepped back without a word.

“Suit yourself, sweetheart,” the first one called after her. “You’ll be begging to join us when the clock runs out.”

She ignored him and turned to the next group.

Three women. One man.

All eyes shifted as she approached.

“Already full,” one woman said coolly, before she could even speak.

Another offered a sympathetic shrug, but didn’t fight it.

Y/N moved on. Fast.

Around her, people were forming up in uneven circles, huddling in tight, wary clusters. She spotted someone waving others over — until Hyun-ju approached.

The shift was immediate.

One of the men in the group looked her over judgement in his gaze and sneered. “No, we’re good.”

Hyun-ju’s jaw clenched. She said nothing. Just nodded once, stiffly, and walked away.

Y/N’s chest burned. She turned sharply and forced her way through the throng, her voice rising. “Hyun-ju!”

Hyun-ju looked up — and this time, didn’t hide the relief in her eyes.

Y/N reached her, breath short. “Guess we’re the leftovers.”

Hyun-ju smiled faintly. “Maybe we’re just the ones who haven’t forgotten how to see people.”

Y/N didn’t reply. Instead, she grabbed Hyun-ju’s hand and held it tight. “Then let’s survive together.”

They stood shoulder to shoulder, the crowd moving around them like a tide. Cold glares and cruel whispers bounced around the room, but neither flinched.

1:04… 1:03…

Y/N and Hyun-ju stood firm in the corner of the room, back-to-back against a tide of rejection, judgement, and half-formed alliances. The chaos was beginning to quiet — not because people had settled, but because options were running out.

Then they saw them.

A woman in her late 70’s or 80’s — slight, trembling but proud — moved through the thinning crowd with a young man beside her, maybe mid-fourties’. He gripped her hand tightly, knuckles white, his face a mask of worry as he scanned the room.

Player 149 and Player 007. Mother and son.

Their steps hesitated as they neared Y/N and Hyun-ju’s duo.

Y/N felt it too — the uncertainty, the desperation. She took a half-step forward, voice almost shy.

“Would you…?”

At the same time, the older woman spoke.

“Can we…?”

Their mirrored hesitation said everything — four outcasts finding one another at the final hour.

Hyun-ju glanced at the mother’s hands — worn, calloused, trembling not with fear but with determination. The son, silent, nodded in solidarity.

Y/N opened her mouth to respond—

“You insolent fools!” The voice sliced through the air like a blade. Player 044 marched toward them, her eyes gleaming with something unhinged. “You made me come to you when you should’ve come to me.” Her lip curled. “I should just slay you with my knife.”

Silence fell between them like a dropped stone.

Y/N looked at Hyun-ju. Hyun-ju looked back — deadpan, blinking once in disbelief.

Is this really happening?

But the clock was still ticking.

00:12… 00:11…

“We need five,” Hyun-ju said under her breath, gaze not leaving 044. “We don’t have the luxury to be picky.”

“Can we survive her?” Y/N murmured.

“We’ve survived worse.”

Ten seconds.

Without another word, 044 joined them, uninvited but technically valid.

The group of five now stood complete — a mismatched portrait of the rejected, the forgotten, and the unhinged.

And as the countdown hit 00:00, the doors slammed shut behind them.

There was no turning back. Not from each other. Not from the game.

. . .

They made it.

Somehow — through near falls, and the frantic clatter of childhood games turned deadly — they made it.

The Six-Legged Pentathlon had pushed them to the edge: five games in rapid succession — Ddakji, Flying Stone, Gonggi, Spinning Top, Jegi — all tethered together by cuffs on their ankles and coordination. Every misstep pulled someone else down. Every second counted. There was no room for ego, no time for hesitation.

But they worked as one.

Clumsy. Fast. Breathless. Alive.

Y/N hadn’t realized just how tightly she’d been clenching her jaw until they crossed the finish line and she felt her teeth ache from the pressure. They were one of the first groups back to the dormitory — bruised, limping, and victorious.

Now, the room hummed with exhaustion and leftover adrenaline. Murmurs. Shallow breathing. The occasional dry cough.

Y/N sat on the cold steel steps of their bunk, her back against the frame. Beside her, Hyun-ju sat close, their knees nearly touching. Neither of them spoke at first. They just breathed. Together.

It wasn’t peace — not in the real sense. But it was a moment without panic, and that was rare enough to feel holy.

Then, finally, Y/N broke the silence with a small, raspy voice: “You know…” Hyun-ju turned her head, a slow tilt of curiosity. Y/N smiled — crooked and tired — as she looked down at her own scuffed shoes. “I’d pay every last won I have to see you slap Player 044 again.”

That caught Hyun-ju off guard. A pause. Then the faintest smirk tugged at her lips. “She was panicking.”

“She was being a maniac,” Y/N countered, letting out a breathy laugh. “I mean, yeah, we were all freaking out, but she could’ve gotten us killed.”

“So I slapped her.”

“So you slapped her,” Y/N echoed, grinning now. “And it was beautiful. Like, poetry. Especially after all the shit-talking she did during each of our games.”

Hyun-ju chuckled under her breath — short and quiet, but real. “Next time, I’ll let you do it.”

“Oh no,” Y/N said, nudging her knee against Hyun-ju’s playfully. “That was your moment. I’d only ruin the art of it.”

They both fell into silence again, but this time it was warmer. The air between them carried something unspoken — not quite flirting, but not far from it either.

Y/N glanced at Hyun-ju from the corner of her eye. The soft curve of her lips. The way her hands rested calmly in her lap, even after everything. That quiet strength again. That stillness.

Y/N didn’t mean to stare. But she was. Again.

Hyun-ju was sitting there, the dull overhead lights casting soft shadows over her features — strong, serene, undeniably beautiful.

Y/N’s eyes traced the curve of her jaw, the slope of her neck, the calm set of her mouth.

She felt the flutter again. That weird flutter in her chest. Like excitement dressed in nerves.

It wasn’t the first time.

She pulled her knees up to her chest, burying her face against them briefly as if to block out the heat rising in her cheeks. Get it together.

She’d had boyfriends before. Some serious. Most forgettable. Some good in bed. Most…selfish.

But none of them ever made her feel this aware.

Aware of every glance Hyun-ju gave her.

Every silence they shared. Every time their fingers brushed just a little too long when passing a bottle of water.

It wasn’t like falling for a guy. It didn’t hit with testosterone and friction and predictability.

No — this was quieter. Deeper. It crept in slowly like warm water in a cold tub — and now she was in too deep to tell when it started.

And maybe what shook her most was the way it felt so natural. Not like a mistake. Not like confusion.

It just…was.

She found herself listening for Hyun-ju’s voice when others were talking. Watching her mouth when she wasn’t speaking. Feeling something twist — something good — when Hyun-ju smiled at her, like she was letting Y/N into some secret world no one else was allowed in.

Is this a crush?

Y/N let her head fall back against the cold metal of the bunk frame, staring at the ceiling like it held answers.

God, what even is this?

But the thought didn’t bring panic.

It brought the ghost of a grin. A thrill that buzzed beneath the exhaustion of survival.

Y/N looked at her again.

Hyun-ju was watching her now — calm, soft-eyed, curious.

Y/N looked away quickly, heart thudding.

Too fast. Too loud. Too hopeful.

She didn’t know what this was becoming.

But it made her feel alive. And in a place built to kill everything human, that felt like a kind of rebellion.

Hyun-ju glanced toward Y/N with the beginnings of a smile — small, quiet, but warm enough to thaw ice. She looked like she was about to say something.

But the moment was interrupted.

“Listen,” said Player 149, settling across from her on the bunk like they were old friends in a public park instead of prisoners in a death game. “Can I ask you something?”

Hyun-ju nodded politely. “Yes.”

“When you were playing Jegi… why didn’t you want us to look? Are you shy?” There was no mockery in her tone, only curiosity — the kind older women sometimes carried, blunt but not malicious.

Hyun-ju didn’t flinch. “It’s not that,” she said calmly. “I’m just… not completely done.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked up at that.

“What do you mean?” Player 149 asked, genuinely puzzled.

Before Hyun-ju could answer, her son — Player 007 — shifted uncomfortably. “Mom, stop asking questions. You’re being nosy.”

But Hyun-ju only chuckled, her fingers folded in her lap. “It’s alright,” she said. “I still have some procedures left. I just didn’t want people to stare at me.”

The air stilled slightly.

“What procedures?” Then Player 149 blinked and, after a beat, gestured vaguely toward Hyun-ju’s chest, speaking without judgment — more like someone puzzling out a riddle. “Oh… so that’s how you got those too? I knew they were too big to be natural—”

“Mom, please,” 007 groaned, gently tugging at his mother’s arm.

Y/N’s gaze drifted, unbidden, to where the older woman had pointed.

She hadn’t really looked before. Not closely. Not in that way.

But now, her eyes found the soft curve of Hyun-ju’s chest, how it rose and fell slowly with her breath. And for one suspended second, her thoughts blurred.

Then realization slammed into her.

She was staring.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, blood rushing to the surface like a guilty alarm. She yanked her gaze away, jaw tightening in shame. The last thing she wanted was to make Hyun-ju feel watched, like a spectacle — especially after what she’d just confessed.

Stupid. Don’t do that.

Y/N’s heart thudded unevenly. She hugged her knees closer to her chest, face half-buried, trying to will the heat from her skin to vanish.

It wasn’t about curiosity. It wasn’t about shock. It was something else. Something complicated. Something real.

The truth was… she found Hyun-ju beautiful.

Not despite her being trans.

Not because of it.

But alongside it.

Hyun-ju was beautiful in ways that couldn’t be boxed in or labeled — not by surgery, not by old habits, or what she thought she understood about herself.

And if her body was still in transition… that didn’t matter.

Because what Y/N felt — this pull, this gentle ache in her ribs every time Hyun-ju smiled — wasn’t about biology. It wasn’t theoretical.

It was personal.

God, Y/N thought, pressing her fingers to her burning cheeks. This is really happening, isn’t it?

And yet, despite her embarrassment, a flicker of something stayed alive inside her: Warmth. A kind of wonder.

[gds-daisy]

Can u please do #95 from list one ( "quiet, baby, others will hear" ) w sub!namgyu x f!dom reader! With a bit of reader pulling his beautiful hair and degrading him tehee

collide

pairing: namgyu x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!namgyu, unprotected p in v sex, riding, pet names, praise, degradation, hair pulling, mention of orgasms, fluff, etc.

prompt: "quiet, baby, others will hear”

smut prompt special!

Ah, almost peace and quiet at last. It was almost time for lights out, and everyone was accounted for in the shared sleeping area. That was except for you and Namgyu. The two of you had successfully snuck your way out of the common area and into the women's restroom.

See, Namgyu had a rough day to say the least, and you could tell how stressed and worn down he was. When you brought it up to him, he said it was nothing. Classic Namgyu. However, after a while, he admitted the truth and told you everything. That's when you suggested going to the bathroom together. To take care of him.

And lettiing him ride you would do exactly that.

Currently, his cock was softly plowing into you as you set the pace. He had become a disaster on top of you. His hair was all disheveled and sticking to his face with all the sweat produced. Despite looking like hell, he was in heaven. His moans were practically orgasmic as you saw his head fall back in ecstasy. You tug at his hair, forcing his head forward and being met with his angelic face. You loved watching your pretty boy take what he so desperately needs. It wasn't the first time, that's for sure. However, it had always been him taking charge. This was a rare side of Namgyu.

He whines at the sudden force, pretending to hate it...but you knew better than to believe that narrative. You continue to guide his hips back and forth, taking the opportunity to make him rock deeper into you. He feels the difference in movement and pace, which makes him moan in response as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room almost entirely.

"Quiet, baby, others will hear," you say in a sweet and sultry hushed tone.

"I ca-can't baby... feels so fucking good," he groans out as his cock glides further into your tight walls.

"Watch it. I will stop right now if you continue being a brat. You want me to take care of you or not?" you say in a faux threatening manner.

"Please don't stop...I'll behave. I promise," Namgyu pleads with a sullen look in his eyes.

"Then be a good boy," you coo, almost warning him in a way. Namgyu nods his head, indicating he understood your authority right now. He would never admit it, but he fucking loved how hot you were when you were all bossy.

In protest to his earlier actions, you tighten the grip on his hips and pull him closer to you. "What do you want from me, ‘Gyu?" you ask him, intrigued to hear what his answer would be.

"I want it faster..." he admits in shame, acknowledging his vulnerability in this precise moment. "I think we can make that happen, baby," you assure him. He was looking at you with that pathetic look in his eyes. How could you possibly deny him?

“You can go faster now,” you say to him. That’s all the initiative he needs before plowing his dick into your cunt at an even faster and deeper rate. You gasp as you feel him bottom out inside you. “Fuck…just like that, sweetheart,” you praise into his ear, letting him know just how good he was making you feel. Despite being fucked by him before, you were never prepared for how much his dick would stretch you out. It felt fucking amazing.

Your words of praise seem to egg Namgyu on even more. He doesn’t even have to say anything to confirm your suspicions. The way his hips are practically stuttering tells you everything you need to know.

“Shit…’M gonna cum,” he groans with a raspy voice.

“Tell me that you’re my dirty whore then…” you demand. “Then I’ll let you cum.”

On any other occasion, he wouldn’t let that slide, but he desperately needed to cum and he wouldn’t risk talking back if it cost him his awaiting orgasm. He has no choice but to give in.

“I-I’m your dirty whore,” he lets out with a shaky voice.

“And a good one at that,” you add as you bounce up and down on him, fueling his desire to spill inside you even more.

His erratic movements were accompanied by his balls becoming tight—a telltale sign that he was on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm. The one he so desperately needed.

“Come on, give it to me.” you moan out as you tug at his locks.

“Oh god I-I’m gonna!” is all he manages to get out before his cock spurts out thick ropes of cum, now nestled inside your bruised pussy. You continue to sink on his dick to get him through his heaven sent high. He fucks his cum deeper into you, knowing that’s how the both of you liked it. As Namgyu was stuffing you full, he suddenly hits that part deep inside you that made you cum every single time.

Between the sensation of his cum and his dick stretching you out, it proved to be too much because you could feel the hot coil in your tummy starting to unwind. With a few more thrusts, you manage to milk his entire cock, earning yet another groan from your sweet boy. The newfound sound of panting had quickly died as the two of you rode out your guys’ shared orgasms together.

You slowly pulled yourself off him inch by inch, which allowed him to sit on your lap comfortably. Your fingers combed through his sticky hair as you took a second to admire your boy. He was truly the most gorgeous boy on earth, and nothing would convince you otherwise. Not only that, but he made you feel safe in a way you had never felt before. You made him feel the same way. You guys completed one another.

“I love you so much,” you hear Namgyu suddenly say, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I love you more, ‘Gyu. Don’t ever doubt it for a second,” you softly coo into his ear. He cradles your face in response, now looking deep into your eyes that he loved so very much.

“Thank you for helping me out today. I really appreciate it, baby,” he says.

“I’m always gonna be here for you no matter what. I promise you that,” you reply.

“Good because I don’t know what I would do without you,” he admits with a chuckle before burying his head into your shoulder ever so lovingly. You caress his back with smooth movements of your hand, providing a sense of comfort and tranquility for the both of you.

It couldn’t get any better than this.

[koenig-my-beloved]

~Soft spot~

Nam-gyu x f/reader (fluff)

You came home from work one day completely exhausted seeking comfort in your boyfriend. Maybe he had one of his softer days today.

Warning: mentioning of sex, drug use (on nam-gyu’s side)

Word count: 840

Authors note: NOT proofread, wrote this on the bus ride home after a long exhausting day myself

It was a long, exhausting day, and you were just happy to finally get home. When you opened the door, the smell of weed instantly hit your nostrils. You used your hand to try and fan it away, but to no use. You slowly entered, kicking off your shoes and throwing your jacket over the hangers.

As you moved on into the living room, you saw your boyfriend on the couch, his legs spread far apart almost claiming the whole couch, arms lazily draped over the headrest. His head leaning back looking at the ceiling and between his fingers a joint that he brought to his lips. He didn’t seem to notice you, so you quietly called out to him, hoping he had one of his softer days today. “Huh?” he lifted his head off the headrest lips slightly apart, eyes red and pupils blown out. “I’m back from work” you said quietly with a weak smile. “Uh huh” he hummed his head falling back again. You stood there for a while, waiting for any reaction besides that, but all he did was take another drag from the joint.

You let out a shaky breath before walking into your bedroom to get changed. Eventually, you took out one of his shirts and a comfy pair of sweatpants before walking back to him. He was still laid out like a half dead body. “Nam?” You called again, walking towards him.

“What do you want” he asked, his voice slurred, not really expecting an answer.

You stood in front of him, quiet at first, before softly saying “Some hugs maybe?” It sounded more like a question than anything else. The day was so overwhelming you weren’t quite sure what you wanted anymore.

He lifted his hand bringing it up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You stood there quietly fidgeting with your hands.

“Sure” he said, finally looking at you.

You made your way around the coffee table and sat down next to him. He gently placed his arm around your waist and that was all it took for all the tension to leave your body, for your composure to falter. Your eyes started stinging and you felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks.

Nam-gyu sensed that something was off and took one last drag from his joint before crushing it in the ashtray on the coffee table. He then went on to gently pull you onto his lap and wrap both of his arms around you. He didn’t like it when you cried, except it was him making you cry when the two of you had sex.

How he enjoyed seeing your tears, one hand around your neck the other on your waist as he pushed deeper in your warmth. You squirming underneath, gripping at his arms, his name falling off your lips like a mantra.

But now you were crying because of… what exactly? He didn’t know too high to even think straight, let alone figure out why you were crying.

“Hmm why are you crying” he asked feeling your hot breath on his neck as you sobbed into his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He added rubbing his thumb over your back gently.

You quiet down a bit “E… Every… thing” you stammered, not daring to look at him.

“You want a joint or… ?” He asked probably not knowing what else to say, to which you quickly shook your head.

You both stayed silent for a while, his thumb continuing to gently rub soothing circles on your back.

He let out a deep sigh before gently grabbing your cheeks with both of his hands looking into your eyes. Your gaze kept wandering everywhere, the wall to your left seemingly far more interesting than your boyfriend.

“Look at me” he said abruptly, as if he was getting annoyed, but the gentleness of his thumbs wiping away your tears showed otherwise. Your eyes slowly turned towards his and there was something so calming about those wide pupils of his. You wrapped your arms slowly around his neck your hands tightly gripping onto his shirt, so tight your knuckles were turning white.

“Shhh” he tried to sooth you as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand gently tangling in your hair. You pulled away slightly to get another glance of those lulling eyes, hoping it would calm your nerves a bit more.

Cries turned into sobs and then eased into quiet sniffles. He gently nudged your face up to press his dry lips onto yours. It was a soft, fleeting kiss before he leaned back, exhaling loudly, his hands dropping to your waist. Despite that you could swear you still felt his lips against yours, lingering there for a moment longer than they actually did. You then leaned into him your head on his shoulder before shutting your now puffy eyes.

“I love you Nam” it trailed off your lips so gently and lovingly. Nam-gyu let out a huff before humming shortly in response. His hand finding its way back into your hair running it softly through the strands.

[zoofzoofxx]

—The art of eyecontact—

Pairings ; Axel Kovacevic x fem!reader

Summary ; After the night Axel helped you, it’s evident he regrets his harsh words and is ready to apologize, eager to mend what was broken between you. However, someone has stepped forward, admitting their jealousy and confessing they can’t bear to see the bond between you and Axel rekindling.

Warnings ; mention of alcohol & alcohol usage

Pt. 4

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‘Oh my goodness, yes!’ Sam cried out, bursting into our room with uncontainable energy. Startled by the sudden commotion, I stood up quickly, my gaze darting around the space as golden sunlight poured through the window, illuminating everything in its path and landing squarely on my face.

‘What’s going on?’ I asked, my fingers absentmindedly combing through my tousled hair, still heavy with the haze of sleep.

‘They’ve rescheduled the semi-finals—by two whole days!’ she exclaimed, gripping my shoulders with unrestrained enthusiasm. Her excitement was palpable as she began to shake me, almost as though trying to transfer her joy through sheer force.

A laugh escaped me, light and unguarded. I felt as if I had awakened from the most peaceful, restorative rest I could remember, and her jubilant announcement only elevated the sense of ease and delight lingering in the air.

‘So, what’s the plan?’ I asked, sitting upright in bed, my fingers lightly brushing over the edge of the blanket as I smoothed it out. My mind wandered to my wardrobe, already strategizing the perfect outfit for the day. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Sam at her vanity, meticulously applying her makeup. Her movements were quick but precise, the kind of efficiency that came with years of practice.

‘Breakfast, beach, bonfire, and then sleep,’ she replied, clapping her hands together in satisfaction as she stepped out of the bathroom, her beach outfit perfectly chosen and accessorized. It suited her effortlessly confident demeanor. ‘Tomorrow, we’ll explore Barcelona. Properly this time.’

‘Sounds perfect,’ I said, standing and stretching with a calm, deliberate movement. I wandered to the window, briefly letting the sunlight warm my face, before turning my attention back to my bedside table, tidying the few things that were out of place.

A knock interrupted the moment, and I turned my head toward the door. Sam shot me a glance, with a quick nod, she strode to the door.

I couldn’t hear the conversation clearly, but the tone was unmistakable—coolly polite, with an undertone of tension. When Sam returned, Tory and Kwon followed closely behind her, their presence instantly changing the energy in the room.

‘Tory!’ I greeted warmly, my voice genuine as I crossed the room to hug her. Though our dynamic had been competitive lately, I still couldn’t help but feel a soft spot for her charm.

‘Whoa, hey, Y/n,’ Tory said with a light laugh, hugging me back tightly before stepping away. Her ever-sunny demeanor masked the sharpness in her eyes, which flicked around the room as if cataloging every detail.

I turned to Kwon next, his tall figure leaning casually against the doorframe as though he owned the space. His expression was as smug as ever, and in his hand, he held a small paper bag, which he tossed onto the nearby table with a calculated nonchalance.

‘For you,’ he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. ‘You went a little overboard last night. Figured you’d need this to recover. Electrolytes, aspirin, green tea. You’re welcome.’

I arched a brow, stepping forward to inspect the bag. ‘Thoughtful of you,’ I replied, my tone measured and neutral, refusing to rise to the bait. ‘Though I’m perfectly fine this morning, thank you.’

He let out a quiet scoff, his smirk widening. ‘Right. Because chugging cocktails like they’re water doesn’t have consequences. Try to pace yourself today, or are you planning to make a habit of needing my help?’

‘Don’t flatter yourself, Kwon,’ Sam cut in, her voice sharp as she moved to my side. Her gaze was icy as it flicked between the two of them. ‘We’re perfectly capable of managing our day without your… oversight.’

I could see Tory nudge Kwon lightly with her elbow, clearly trying to break the tension. He merely rolled his eyes, the picture of indifference.

‘Don’t mind him, Y/n. He’s just trying to be helpful… in his own special way,’ she said with a grin, her voice carrying that easy charm she always relied on to smooth things over.

‘I’m glad we caught you before you headed out,’ Tory added cheerfully, brushing her hair over one shoulder as she surveyed the room.

I offered a calm smile, effortlessly dismissing Kwon’s air of arrogance. ‘It’s always a pleasure to see you both,’ I replied smoothly, maintaining my composure.

My gaze shifted to the clock on the wall before I turned back to them. ‘Have you eaten yet? If not, you should join us for breakfast. We’re heading out soon.’ I reached for my bag and began pulling out my neatly folded clothes, carefully laying them on the chair beside me.

Tory’s face lit up as she nodded enthusiastically. ‘Breakfast sounds perfect!’ she said, her energy contagious as always.

Kwon, on the other hand, gave a dismissive shrug, his posture still lazy and unbothered as he leaned against the doorframe. ‘Sure, why not?’ he muttered, though his tone made it sound like he was doing us a favor by agreeing.

I raised my eyebrows slightly at his nonchalance but didn’t comment. Instead, I gestured toward my clothes with a small smile. ‘Give me ten minutes to change, and we can head out.’

Tory sat down on the edge of my bed, making herself comfortable as she kicked her legs lightly. ‘Take your time, Y/n. We’re in no rush,’ she said, her tone warm and inviting.

Kwon, still stationed at the doorframe, crossed his arms and watched the room with that same unreadable expression. His eyes lingered on my methodical movements as I gathered my things, but his expression betrayed nothing beyond his usual air of aloofness. I ignored him, focused on maintaining the order and ease I carried through my morning.

As I stepped toward the bathroom, I glanced over my shoulder at Tory. ‘Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be ready soon.’

‘Always do,’ she replied with a wink, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly before disappearing behind the door to change.

—

After stepping out of the shower, the faint sound of Tory and Sam talking drifted through the door. Their voices were surprisingly calm, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. The tension between them had been far from positive for a while now—ever since Tory joined Cobra Kai. But seeing them exchange words without hostility gave me a glimmer of hope.

I wrapped a towel around myself, wiping the steam from the mirror as I thought about Tory. Despite everything, I understood her choices. Her life hadn’t been easy, and joining Cobra Kai must have felt like her only option at the time. Still, it had put a rift between her and the rest of us.

I was happy to see Sam, in her own way, making an effort to bridge the gap. I knew it wasn’t easy for her. Sam had been hurt too, in ways that she didn’t often talk about, and trusting Tory again wasn’t something that could happen overnight. But even this small conversation felt like progress.

After Tory left our dojo, I had tried to reach out to her more times than I could count. Texts, calls, even dropping by her place—most went unanswered. For days, it had felt like she’d shut me out completely. I told myself it was just her way of coping, but it didn’t make the silence sting any less.

Hearing her voice now, though, talking with Sam instead of arguing, gave me hope. Maybe this trip was a chance for all of us to start over—not perfectly, not easily, but step by step. I smiled to myself as I slipped into my clothes, feeling a flicker of optimism.

By the time I opened the door and stepped back into the room, the air felt lighter. Tory was perched on the edge of my bed, gesturing animatedly as she spoke. Sam, leaning casually against the window, listened with a look of cautious interest. The sight made me pause for a moment, appreciating the delicate balance we were all trying to maintain. Maybe today would surprise us all.

I let Tory and Sam continue their conversation, their voices blending into the background as I shifted my attention toward Kwon. He stood near the doorframe, his posture as casual and self-assured as ever, his arms loosely crossed. As I moved about the room, gathering a few essentials into my bag, I decided to make an effort at small talk, even if Kwon’s usual attitude made it a challenge.

Leaning lightly against the wall beside him, I turned my head and smiled politely. ‘So, Kwon, are you excited for the semi-finals?’ I asked, keeping my tone warm and conversational.

His eyes flicked toward me, the familiar glint of arrogance unmistakable as he smirked faintly. He leaned slightly closer, as if to make his next words more pointed. ‘Excited?’ he echoed, his voice dripping with condescension. ‘More like prepared. Excitement’s for people who aren’t confident in their chances.’

I raised an eyebrow at his response but kept my expression composed, refusing to let his bravado faze me. ‘Well, confidence is a good thing,’ I said smoothly, tilting my head slightly. ‘But even the most prepared fighters can use a little excitement to keep them sharp. Don’t you think?’

He gave a quiet scoff, his gaze briefly flicking to Sam and Tory before returning to me. ‘Maybe for some. But I don’t rely on adrenaline to win.’

I smiled faintly at his predictable response, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. ‘Good to know,’ I said lightly. ‘Though I’d say a balance of both doesn’t hurt. Keeps things… interesting.’

Kwon’s smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me. ‘Interesting, huh? You seem awfully calm for someone who’s about to face some serious competition.’

I straightened up and met his gaze, my expression unshaken. ‘Calm doesn’t mean unprepared,’ I replied with an even tone. ‘It just means I trust in the work I’ve put in. There’s no need to overcompensate.’

The faintest flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual air of superiority. ‘We’ll see about that,’ he said with a shrug, his voice low.

I simply nodded, a serene smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I stepped away to give him space. As I moved toward Sam and Tory, I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. Kwon’s arrogance might be his armor, but I wasn’t about to let it pierce through my calm.

After joining Sam and Tory, I exchanged a few pleasantries before we all left the room together. The morning sunlight streamed through the hallway as we walked, chatting about our plans for the day. It was decided that after breakfast, we’d split up to enjoy the day in our own ways and regroup at the bonfire that evening. Apparently, one of the teams eliminated from the Sekai Taikai had decided to host a massive gathering on the beach—a gesture to let loose and connect after all the intensity of the competition.

At breakfast, we found a table near the window. I slid into the chair closest to the sunlight, with Sam taking the seat next to me. Across the table, Kwon sat directly opposite me, while Tory casually took the spot across from Sam. It was a comfortable arrangement, though Kwon’s piercing, ever-analyzing gaze was hard to ignore.

I pulled out my phone, letting the easy banter around me fade into the background as I scrolled through my notifications. Nothing unusual caught my eye at first—just the usual updates and a few texts—until a new one popped up, stopping me mid-scroll. It was from Axel.

I tapped on it hesitantly, the memory of last night already creeping back into my mind. The message was simple but sent a wave of unease and something unspoken through me: Meet me after breakfast?

I stared at the words, my thoughts racing. The events of the previous night rushed back with startling clarity—the way Axel had put me to bed after my near-embarrassing state, the softness of his voice, the warmth of his touch as he made sure I was comfortable. My cheeks grew hot at the thought, and I could feel my heartbeat quicken.

Glancing around the room, I scanned for him, unsure of whether to respond right away. It didn’t take long to spot him—sitting a few tables away, hunched slightly as he poked at his food. His expression was unreadable, his focus firmly fixed on the table in front of him. Next to him, Zara appeared to be in the middle of a rant, her voice just loud enough to carry snippets of complaint. She waved her phone in his face, rolling her eyes dramatically, but he didn’t seem to care.

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as my gaze lingered on him. For a moment, I wondered if he even remembered everything from last night. Did it mean anything to him? Or was it just a matter of responsibility, making sure a opponent didn’t pass out on the spot?

The sudden snap of fingers jolted me out of my thoughts. My eyes darted up, meeting Kwon’s expectant, mildly annoyed expression.

‘You awake over there, or did your phone just suck your soul out?’ he asked dryly, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that bordered on condescending.

I blinked, tucking my phone away quickly to hide the message. ‘Sorry,’ I replied smoothly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear

His smirk was as insufferable as ever, one eyebrow raised in mock concern. ‘Are you going to join us, or are you plotting your next move over there?’

My posture straightened, offering him a calm smile despite his condescending tone. ‘Just catching up on a few things,’ I replied evenly.

‘Must be important,’ he quipped, loosens up in his chair

‘I like to stay prepared,’ I said, keeping my voice light.

His smirk deepened, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, I turned my attention back to Sam and Tory, who were now discussing the best way to navigate the city.

But as I reached for my cup of tea, my thoughts drifted back to Axel. He had already made it clear that this competition wasn’t just about skill for him—it was personal. And whether I wanted it or not, we were locked in a rivalry that neither of us could walk away from.

The question now was whether meeting him after breakfast was worth the risk.

—

After breakfast, Kwon and I were walking behind Sam and Tory as we left the cafeteria, still laughing about Kwon’s ridiculous plans for what he would do if he won Sekai Taikai. His ideas were completely over the top, imagining himself hosting grand celebrations and making impossible demands. I couldn’t help but laugh along, even though part of me knew he was just being his usual, confident self.

But then, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and there he was—Axel. A mixture of stress and a strange happiness washed over me at the sight of him. I couldn’t help but feel both uneasy and relieved. I wasn’t sure if it was the nervousness from our rivalry or just his presence, but something about him always left me feeling conflicted.

I sighed softly, forcing a smile, and waved at Kwon and Tory, signaling I’d be stepping aside for a moment. Kwon, not looking thrilled at the interruption, offered me a small, almost reluctant smile in return before turning his attention back to Tory.

Sam, sensing the tension, had already made an exit. ‘I’ll give you two some time,’ she said casually, heading for a nearby convenience store to grab snacks for the beach. It was almost as if she knew I’d need some space to handle Axel, though I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever conversation was about to unfold between us.

With Sam and Tory gone, it was just me and Axel now, and I couldn’t deny the mix of emotions bubbling up inside me.

Axel stood there in silence for a moment, his gaze fixed on me, and I could feel the familiar tension hanging in the air. Though on the outside I tried to appear calm, inside I was anything but. My heart raced, and my thoughts were a whirlwind, but I kept my posture relaxed, my expression composed.

‘So… what’s up?’ I asked, offering a soft smile, hoping to sound as casual as possible. I folded my arms gently, but there was a nervous flutter inside me that I couldn’t quite shake.

Axel raised an eyebrow, taking his time before responding. He looked around briefly, almost like he was deciding whether or not to speak at all. When he finally did, his voice was steady, though there was an edge to it. ‘We need to talk.’

His words hit me with a jolt, and despite the calm tone, I felt a knot form in my stomach. It wasn’t the friendliest invitation, but it wasn’t exactly a confrontation either. With Axel, it always felt like there was something unsaid lingering between us, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking now.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. ‘About what?’ I asked, my voice as steady as I could manage.

Axel exhaled sharply, his eyes narrowing for a moment before softening slightly. ‘About what happened yesterday.’

The mention of yesterday made my pulse quicken, but I forced myself to remain outwardly calm. The memory of what had transpired was still fresh—unclear and confusing—and I had hoped we could just move past it without bringing it up. But now that he’d said something, I realized there was no easy way around it.

‘I’m not sure there’s much to say,’ I replied softly, trying to keep my tone light yet truthful. ‘I remember how you helped me get home safely, and I’m grateful for that. But the words you said a few days ago still sting. You said I’m your opponent, and that there’s nothing between us.’ As soon as the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted them.

He didn’t respond immediately, his expression growing more intense. I knew that was probably not the answer he wanted to hear, but I wasn’t about to add fuel to a fire that didn’t need to burn.

‘It’s not that simple,’ Axel said, his tone firm, but there was something in his eyes that made it hard to ignore. He took a step closer, his presence unavoidable, and I could feel the tension between us rise. ‘You can’t just act like the last few days didn’t mean anything,’ he said, his voice carrying an edge of frustration.

I took a moment to collect myself. Though inside, my mind was racing, I remained still on the outside, careful not to let him see how affected I was. I didn’t want to make this more complicated than it had to be.

‘I’m not pretending anything,’ I said softly, meeting his gaze with calm clarity. ‘I just don’t think we need to make a bigger deal out of it. We’re rivals, Axel. It’s complicated enough as it is.’

Axel studied me for a long moment, his gaze unwavering. He seemed to be searching for something, trying to figure out if I was hiding something or if I truly meant what I was saying. But no matter how hard he looked, I didn’t let him see the storm brewing inside me.

The silence stretched between us, thick with unsaid words. Then, Axel spoke again, his voice quieter this time, but still resolute.

‘I think we both know this isn’t just about being rivals.’ His words hung in the air, and despite my best efforts to remain composed, a part of me felt exposed.

Axel stood in front of me, his expression conflicted as the tension between us hung heavy in the air. His gaze flickered between my eyes and the ground, as if searching for the right words. The soft sounds of the world around us seemed distant, as though it was just the two of us in that moment, suspended in time.

He exhaled, his shoulders dropping as if he’d finally come to a realization. ‘Y/n,’ he began, his voice quieter, more vulnerable than I’d ever heard it before. ‘I regret what I said. I… I didn’t mean it.’

I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him right. My heart raced, a mix of confusion and hope swirling inside me. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, not sure if I was ready for the answer.

Axel took a step closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a level of sincerity I hadn’t seen from him before. ‘I said there was nothing between us. But that was a lie. I pushed you away, and I can’t stand the thought of you thinking that I didn’t care.’ His hand gently brushed against my arm, the contact sending a shock of warmth through me. ‘I care, Y/n. More than I should.’

The words hung in the air between us, and for a moment, neither of us moved. I was frozen, unsure of what to say or do, my emotions swirling in a chaotic dance. But his honesty left no room for doubt. I saw it in his eyes—regret, longing, something that was far beyond rivalry.

Before I could respond, Axel took another step forward, closing the distance between us. His hand reached up, cupping my face gently, as if afraid I might pull away. I didn’t. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, my heart pounding.

‘I was scared,’ he admitted, his voice low and raw. ‘Scared of what it meant, scared of how it might change everything. But I can’t deny it anymore.’

I could feel the tension in the air shifting, the walls we’d both built around ourselves crumbling with every word. My chest tightened as his face drew closer, the heat from his body mingling with mine. Then, before I could think, Axel leaned in, his lips brushing against mine with a softness that took my breath away.

The kiss was gentle at first, like he was testing the waters, waiting for me to pull away. But I didn’t. Instead, I found myself melting into the kiss, my hands instinctively reaching up to thread through his hair as I deepened it. Axel’s arms encircled me, pulling me closer, and the world outside us disappeared completely.

In that moment, there was no rivalry, no past mistakes. There was only the warmth of his touch and the truth that had finally been spoken between us. And as we pulled away, I knew things between us would never be the same again.

Axel’s voice was a soft murmur as he spoke against my lips. ‘I’m sorry for pushing you away, Y/n. I should have never said that.’

I smiled, my heart still racing but my mind at ease. ‘It’s okay, Axel. We’re here now.’

Axel gave me a tight smile, his eyes softening, but there was still an unreadable edge to his expression. ‘I guess… I’ll see you later,’ he said quietly, his voice betraying a trace of uncertainty.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat, unsure of how to respond. As Axel turned and walked away, my thoughts swirled—conflicted, confused, but somehow clearer. It was as though a door had cracked open, and I wasn’t sure what was on the other side. I stood there for a moment longer, watching him disappear into the distance, before I took a deep breath and turned toward the hotel’s main entrance.

The lobby felt quieter than usual as I walked through it, the weight of the conversation still lingering in my chest. I could hear the soft hum of distant voices, but they didn’t register, my mind too focused on what had just happened. I made my way to the exit, pushing the heavy door open.

As soon as I stepped outside, the warm air hit me, and I saw Sam waiting by the railing outside the hotel. She was casually leaning against it, a small bag of snacks in her hands, but it was the way she looked at me that told me she had already noticed something wasn’t quite right. Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me, and I felt a twinge of guilt. She could tell something had happened, even if I hadn’t said a word yet.

‘Everything okay?’ Sam asked, her tone light but with a hint of concern.

I offered a small smile, still feeling the warmth of Axel’s words lingering in my chest. ‘Yeah, everything’s fine. Let’s just go to the beach,’ I said, not quite ready to dive into the details yet.

We walked side by side as we made our way toward the beach, the sounds of the bustling city fading into the background. The salty air filled my lungs as I tried to collect my thoughts, but it was hard to ignore the rush of emotions. Sam didn’t push me to explain right away, though I could tell she was waiting for me to speak.

As we neared the shore, the waves crashing softly in the distance, I finally spoke, my voice low. ‘I… talked to Axel,’ I started, unsure of how to put it all into words. ‘We cleared the air. Kind of.’

Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. ‘Cleared the air? What does that mean exactly?’

I sighed, my fingers brushing through my hair as I looked out at the ocean. ‘He admitted he was wrong—about what he said a few days ago, how he acted. He regrets saying that there was nothing between us, that I’m just his opponent. It was… a lot, Sam. But I don’t know if I can believe everything he said yet. It’s confusing.’

Sam nodded, her expression softening as she gave me a sympathetic look. ‘That sounds like a lot to process. But, hey, at least he owned up to it, right? I guess it’s a step in the right direction.’

I nodded slowly, still unsure of what all of it meant. ‘Yeah, I guess. But I’m not sure what to do with it. I’m still trying to figure out where we stand—if things are even going to change between us at all.’

We reached the edge of the beach, the cool sand beneath our feet grounding me, though my thoughts were anything but calm. Sam walked beside me, silent for a moment, before she spoke again, her voice quiet but knowing.

‘You don’t have to have it all figured out right now, Y/n. Just take it one step at a time. And if Axel really means what he said, he’ll show it. Words are one thing, but actions speak louder.’

I looked over at Sam, her words offering a small sense of comfort. She was right, of course. I didn’t need to have all the answers right now. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could handle it. With the ocean in front of us and the warmth of the sun on our backs, I took a deep breath and let the moment wash over me. Whatever came next, I would face it head-on.

With a soft smile, I turned to Sam. ‘Thanks. Let’s just enjoy the day, yeah?’

We continued walking, the soft sand beneath our feet as we searched for a spot to leave our things. After a few moments, we found a quiet area near the shore, away from the crowds, where we could set our bags down. Sam quickly spread out a towel while I placed the snacks beside us.

Once our things were settled, we turned toward the water, the cool waves lapping at the shoreline. The weight of the conversation with Axel seemed to drift away with each step we took toward the sea. As we waded into the water, the salty breeze lifted my spirits, and the sound of the waves drowned out everything else. Whatever had happened with Axel, whatever came next, I knew I wasn’t alone in this. And that thought brought a quiet sense of peace, at least for now.

—

‘Hmm, actually, I’m craving some carbonara,’ I murmur, glancing at Sam. Her eyes light up immediately.

‘I was thinking about chicken Alfredo pasta!’ she says excitedly, clapping her hands together.

‘Oh my god, let’s go home, change, head to a restaurant, and then after dinner, we can go to the bonfire!’ She practically bounces up, her enthusiasm contagious.

‘Great idea!’ I smile, already standing and gathering my things. Together, we headed back, excited for what the rest of the day would bring.

—

As I stood before the mirror, meticulously blow-drying my hair and carefully placing each section into rollers to achieve the perfect blowout effect, Sam’s voice cut through the sound of the dryer. ‘There’s a rather upscale restaurant nearby. Should I secure a reservation?’ she inquired with an air of casual consideration.

I peeked my head from behind the bathroom door, offering her a warm smile and a thumbs-up in approval. Her eyes brightened instantly, and she clapped her hands together in delight before quickly retrieving her phone. The soft sound of her dialing the restaurant reached my ears as I turned my attention back to the task at hand, carefully selecting my outfit for the evening. I moved to the closet, my fingers brushing over the fabric of my beige trousers, before settling on the white off-the-shoulder long-sleeve top I had in mind.

Through the sound of Sam’s conversation, I could hear her thanking the restaurant and concluding the call with a polite farewell, placing the phone down on the nearby counter.

‘We have thirty minutes,’ Sam announced, her voice tinged with urgency as she hurriedly began to sift through her own wardrobe. She was clearly eager to be on our way.

In the meantime, I scanned the room for my brown leather bag, which I quickly located beside the dresser. I moved purposefully to grab it, my fingers instinctively reaching for a few essentials—lip balm, a compact mirror, and my phone—before stowing them away with precision. Every movement, though rushed, was deliberate, and the anticipation of the evening ahead added a sense of excitement to the otherwise ordinary act of getting ready.

—

‘Mmm, that was absolutely delicious,’ Samantha exclaimed, placing her fork and knife neatly on her plate. She leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. I was still savoring the last bite of my meal, enjoying every mouthful, but Sam was already thinking ahead.

‘I’m going for a tiramisu,’ I said, setting my cutlery down gently on the plate. Sam’s eyes lit up as she made a mental note of her own dessert choice.

‘I think I’ll go with the cheesecake,’ she replied with a grin, clearly excited about the sweet treat ahead. The waiter passed by, and Sam quickly flagged him down, placing our dessert orders with a touch of enthusiasm.

As we waited for our desserts, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. We discussed the things we might do when we returned to Los Angeles—the places we’d visit, the activities we’d try, and all the adventures we would inevitably have once we were back in familiar surroundings.

‘We should definitely go to the beach as soon as we’re back,’ Sam suggested, her tone dreamy as she stared out the window at the darkening sky. ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve just relaxed, you know? No schedule, no obligations… just the sun and sand.’

I nodded in agreement. ‘And maybe we can check out that new art exhibit downtown. I’ve heard great things about it.’

Sam tilted her head, tapping her chin thoughtfully. ‘That sounds perfect. A little culture mixed with some chill beach time… who wouldn’t love that?’

The waiter soon returned with our desserts, placing the rich, creamy tiramisu in front of me and the decadent cheesecake in front of Sam. We both smiled at the sight of our treats before diving in, the conversation briefly taking a backseat as we indulged in the sweet, velvety desserts. For now, there was no rush, no pressing plans—just the simple joy of good food and even better company.

—

After we ate, we didn’t head back to the hotel but instead made our way straight to the beach. The warm evening air felt refreshing, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore was calming. I found myself hoping that I might run into Axel again and get the chance to talk to him, to clear the air after everything that had happened.

As we walked, I suddenly felt a presence beside me, and before I could react, a familiar arm draped around my shoulders. I froze for a moment, instinctively recognizing the clean, woodsy scent of cologne I knew all too well. I turned to find Kwon smiling down at me, his face slightly flushed and his movements a bit unsteady. I could already smell the alcohol on him, and it made me wary.

‘Hey, Y/n,’ he said, his voice a little slurred. He stopped walking, and I followed suit, feeling Sam tense beside me.

‘Kwon, what do you want?’ Sam asked, crossing her arms over her chest, her tone already laced with annoyance. She had never been a fan of his presence, and it was obvious she wasn’t happy to see him now either.

Kwon ignored Sam’s cold response and focused his attention on me. ‘Y/n… I have a question…’ he said, his words dragging a little as he reached for my hand. His hands were warm and soft, but the unsteady way he held it made me hesitate for a moment.

I tilted my head slightly, waiting for him to finish.

‘Can you pleaseee give me a hug?’ he asked, his voice almost childlike. His words were slurred, but there was something in his expression that caught me off guard. It wasn’t the usual confident arrogance or teasing I’d seen from him before. No, this was different. He looked… vulnerable, maybe even a little desperate.

Sam burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but giggle as well. Kwon’s face remained earnest, though, and despite the humor of the situation, I couldn’t ignore the underlying sadness in his eyes.

I softened, realizing that, despite his arrogance, he was in some kind of emotional state—one that probably wasn’t all that different from mine in moments like this. So, with a small smile, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him in a hug.

The warmth of his embrace was brief but surprising, and when I pulled away, Kwon didn’t say anything. He simply looked at me for a moment, almost as if he was processing something. Sam was still chuckling beside us, but there was a sense of quiet tension between Kwon and me, one that I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret.

‘Can we talk, please? Alone?’ Kwon’s voice was low, and he looked at Sam, almost pleading with his eyes. Sam, sensing the shift in his tone, raised her hands in mock surrender.

‘I’ll be by the bonfire,’ she said, pointing to a group of people gathered around the crackling flames a short distance away. I gave her a quick nod and a thumbs up, signaling that everything was fine. She walked off, leaving Kwon and me standing in the quiet space between the noise of the beach and the bonfire.

I turned my attention back to Kwon, who seemed less confident than usual. He was pacing slightly, his hands shoved into his pockets, eyes darting around as if he wasn’t sure what to say. There was an unusual tension in his posture, something different from the usual cocky swagger he wore so effortlessly.

‘So… have you ever heard of “drunk words are sober thoughts?”’ Kwon asked, his words slow and deliberate as if he was choosing each one carefully. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, something I hadn’t expected from him.

I nodded, unsure of what to say next. I had heard the saying before, but this time it felt different—more significant. Kwon wasn’t the type to share much, especially when it came to emotions. His usual bravado seemed to have taken a backseat, and for a moment, I could see the struggle in his eyes.

‘Yeah, I’ve heard of it,’ I replied, keeping my voice calm, trying to read him. ‘What does that have to do with this?’

Kwon took a deep breath, his gaze shifting to the sand beneath our feet. He seemed almost lost in his thoughts before looking back up at me. There was a quiet sincerity in his eyes now, something raw and honest that I hadn’t seen before.

‘By that, I really want to say that…’ Kwon trailed off, his words stuck in his throat as if he couldn’t quite find the right way to finish his sentence.

‘Fuck, Y/n, you’re making this extra difficult,’ he muttered under his breath, his frustration evident. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair, his gaze darting around as if looking for some kind of escape. It was clear he wasn’t used to being vulnerable, and it was making him uncomfortable.

I frowned, sensing the shift in his mood. He had always been so confident, so sure of himself, but now he seemed like he was struggling to find his footing. Before I could say anything, Kwon suddenly grabbed my shoulder, his touch firm but not aggressive. He looked at me, his expression tense but also filled with something else—maybe desperation, maybe hope.

‘Do you want to go for a walk?’ he asked, his voice quieter now, a hint of uncertainty in it that I hadn’t heard before.

I hesitated for a moment, but then I nodded. There was something about the way he was looking at me, something that made me want to hear him out, even if I didn’t entirely understand what was going on.

‘Yeah,’ I said softly. ‘Let’s go for a walk.’

He let out a breath of relief, as though my answer gave him a small sense of peace. Without another word, he guided me away from the spot we had been standing, the tension between us still lingering in the air but not as heavy as before. We began walking along the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the silence between us.

There was a long silence between us, a thick, suffocating pause that seemed to stretch on forever. The air between us felt charged, uncomfortable, like something unsaid was hanging there, waiting to be acknowledged. I could feel the tension in his posture, the way he was walking just a little too close, but not close enough.

Then, as if it couldn’t stay quiet any longer, Kwon broke the silence. His voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was an edge to it.

‘I hate the feeling when I see you with Axel,’ he said suddenly, his words slicing through the air like a confession he hadn’t meant to make.

I stopped walking, my heart skipping a beat. I turned to him, trying to read his expression, but it was unreadable—like he was fighting some internal battle, the one I hadn’t been prepared for. My stomach twisted as I tried to figure out what he meant, but before I could ask, he looked away, his jaw clenched.

And then, without warning, he took a deep breath and said something that completely threw me off balance.

‘I… I can’t just stand by and watch anymore.’

¡Important!

A/n : Sorry for the cliffhanger, everyone! I’m sad to announce that my posting schedule might become a bit less frequent in the coming weeks. With exam week just around the corner, I have a lot on my plate—I’ll be preparing for a total of nine exams, one for each subject, and I really want to do my best to pass them all.

But don’t worry, this doesn’t mean I’ll stop posting altogether! It just means updates will be spaced out a little more—probably every 4-5 days instead of the usual 1-2 days. I hope you can understand and bear with me during this time.

I’m excited to share that I’m now posting my story on Wattpad as well! You can find me there under the username @zochya. If you prefer reading on Wattpad, the story is available for you to enjoy there too!

Thank you so much for your support and for following along with my story. It means the world to me! Also, apologies for any grammar mistakes—I’m doing my best! I hope you continue to enjoy the story, and I can’t wait to share more with you soon!

[rdmasevi]

Wrong Turn, Right Timing

Title: “Wrong Turn, Right Timing”: a Formula 1 x Kpop fanfiction

Pairing: Jake ( ENHYPEN ) x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

Genre: Accidental Encounter | Slow-Burn Romance | Celebrity AU

Warnings: None

Summary: When Jake accidentally bumps into a blunt, no-nonsense Ferrari F1 driver while out for a run in Monaco, he's surprised—and weirdly intrigued—by someone who couldn’t care less about his fame or charm.

You never got lost.

Not in Monaco. Not with a perfect sense of direction sharpened by years of memorizing race tracks in your sleep.

And yet, here you were—somewhere near the old town, helmet tucked under one arm, walking down a narrow street after your car’s GPS decided to glitch halfway through the return to the paddock. You could’ve called someone. You didn’t. You liked silence. Solitude. No PR handlers. No cameras.

Just cobblestone, sun-warmed stone walls, and the quiet lull of the Mediterranean beyond.

You turned a corner—and collided with someone.

Hard.

“Whoa!” the guy yelped, stumbling back, phone slipping from his hand.

You caught it midair before it could hit the pavement, and handed it back without a word.

“Thanks. That would’ve been embarrassing in front of my—oh.”

You finally looked up.

Jake.

ENHYPEN’s Jake.

Sweaty, out of breath, in a t-shirt and running shorts. Clearly mid-jog, probably lost too.

He stared at you for a moment, then lit up with that kind of grin you didn’t trust. The kind of grin people used on red carpets and magazine shoots. But up close, it looked… more human.

“You’re that Ferrari guy, right?” he asked.

“Mm.”

Jake blinked. “Is that a yes?”

“I guess.”

“Wow. Okay. So this is the part where you say, ‘and you’re Jake from ENHYPEN,’ right?”

You tilted your head. “Do I have to?”

Jake laughed, caught off guard. “You’re not like I expected.”

“That’s what people say before they try to impress me.”

“And does it work?”

“No.”

Jake narrowed his eyes in mock offense. “Rude. I’m very likable.”

You started walking. “Then your fans will find you soon enough.”

He jogged to catch up. “Wait—seriously? That’s it? No photo? No fangirl moment?”

“I’m not a fan.”

“Ouch.”

A few steps in silence. Then Jake muttered, “You could at least pretend I’m interesting.”

You side-eyed him. “I don’t do pretending.”

Jake bit back a smile. “So you’re blunt. Got it.”

You glanced at him again. “You don’t get many people telling you the truth, do you?”

He paused at that. “Honestly? Not really.”

You shrugged. “Must be exhausting.”

Jake laughed, softer this time. “It is.”

Somewhere behind you, the faint sound of a scooter and excited voices echoed. Jake froze.

“Paparazzi,” he muttered. “Please tell me you’re fast.”

“I’m a Formula 1 driver.”

“Perfect,” Jake grinned. “Then you won’t mind ducking into this alley with me?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “It’s not a kidnapping. It’s just strategic hiding.”

You didn’t resist when he tugged you around the corner. The two of you ducked behind a stone archway as two scooter-riding fans zipped past.

For a moment, it was just you and him, tucked into a pocket of quiet.

Jake peeked around the edge. “Clear.”

“You really live like this?”

“Only when I leave the hotel without my manager,” he said sheepishly.

You looked at him. “Why’d you come out alone?”

Jake hesitated. “Honestly? I needed space. The others were asleep. I didn’t want to sit in another hotel room pretending to be perfect.”

You looked at him again—really looked this time. No cameras. No performance. Just a guy, sweaty and winded, hiding in a side street with someone who didn’t give a damn who he was.

“I get that,” you said quietly.

Jake smiled. “So... does this mean you might like me a little now?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Would it help if I bought you a smoothie?”

You sighed. “Depends on the flavor.”

“I knew it,” Jake said, beaming. “You are capable of liking people.”

You started walking again. “We’ll see.”

He followed, still smiling.

[meracyn]

kwon as your boyfriend <3

a/n: whoops i broke my rule of only posting once a day lmao but idc this man is too fine to even regret this. i never really paid attention to the other characters ngl 😭🙏 but im willing to take requests from them (ex. miguel, axel, etc) too lmao

we’re continuing with the overprotective partners squad™, starring bitches and bros and nonbinary hoes (ifykwim ILY) who just. are so down bad for their partners they’d do anything to keep them safe

this guy is one of the top ranked members 💯

although it is true, kwon is definitely protective over you– it depends however, as in, depending on how capable you are to defend yourself. this doesn’t only mean physically, verbally too.

if you are into karate and have the skills to pay the bills (another reference lmao), kwon won’t be as protective, as he himself acknowledges your strength and is very proud to let others know you are his partner.

if it’s the other way and you don’t do karate, it just increases his protectiveness– he won’t judge you for it or anything, but will offer to teach you some tricks in case of an “emergency” (basically him going to a match and won’t be there with you) so you can defend yourself, though you’d probably have a ‘guard’ with you lmao (yoon 💀)

very touchy, but more in private, and just an arm around your shoulders, back or waist in public. kwon would most likely give you his jacket too, as a sign for anyone not to mess with you

is so gentle with you behind closed doors; like full on holding your hand and pressing a soft kiss, holding your cheek and staring lovingly into your eyes, having you in his arms every time you kiss, he’s a whole different person when it comes to his partner, and obviously has a soft spot for you

teases a lot lmao. say, for example, you get jealous over someone walking over to him and ask for his number, kwon would quickly notice and be so smug with it– attempts to rile you up and see how long you can remain calm before before doing anything

won’t stop mentioning it too 💀 “aw, remember when you got jealous~? how cute.” will make it up to you though, by making out ‘til you aren’t mad anymore doing anything you want

lots of cuddling, kwon feels reassured and relaxed if you’re laying beside him– either having your head on his chest or on top of him (IN A NON DIRTY WAY STOP 💀), anything that includes you being close together = happy kwon

will defend your honor as many times necessary, this guy does not play when it comes to anyone badmouthing you in front of him, he won’t hesitate to kick their ass (literally)

always strives to cause a good impression to you. if you’re present during any of the tournaments he’s attending and such, kwon will be showing off lmao, that smirk on his face when he wins and sends a look your way

the longer you date, the more he’s sure you two will marry, in fact he’ll even bet his own life about it– kwon’s just that sure– he knows you won’t leave him, you’re stuck to him like glue and can’t run away 😭

“you can run but can’t hide from me” – kwon

“wanna bet about it” – you

uhhh what did you do lmao RUN

this man is too fine ugh how does he do it