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serapharua · 2 months ago

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୨୧ 一 HYBRID!ZB1 reacting to you scratching behind their ears when they’re giving you the silent treatment.

zb1 ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff hybrid au — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : by 🐺 anon! ☆ — zb1 masterlist

JIWOONG (panther hybrid) :

The room was still, save for the low hum of the city outside your window. Jiwoong sat on the edge of the couch, arms folded, his posture composed, too composed. His long tail flicked once behind him, the only outward sign of the agitation simmering beneath his calm exterior.

He wasn’t looking at you. Hadn’t, for the past hour.

It was quiet the way only Jiwoong could make it, sharp, deliberate. He didn’t lash out when upset. He just withdrew, curling inward behind that composed, unshakable mask of his. It was worse than raised voices or sharp words. It made the space between you feel cold.

You sat across from him, watching his ears twitch minutely whenever you shifted. He was aware of you. Still present. Still listening. But determined to keep the wall up.

You bit your lip, heart tugging. He wasn’t angry to hurt you, he never was. But something about the way you had snapped earlier had struck a nerve.

Maybe it was the look on your face. Or maybe it was instinct, but you stood, walked over slowly, and sank beside him on the couch. He didn’t move away.

You reached out gently, slowly, toward the base of his ear, those sleek black-tipped ears that always twitched when he was trying not to show how much he felt.

Your fingers brushed behind one, carefully scratching where you knew he was most sensitive.

For a split second, nothing happened.

Then his shoulders dropped, his breath caught, and to your surprise, he leaned into your hand. Just a little. Barely perceptible, but there. His ears flicked again, tail going still. His eyes, half-lidded, softened despite himself.

And then, a soft, rumbling purr.

The sound slipped out before he could stop it. Instinctual. Warm. Vulnerable.

You smiled, relieved and touched all at once. “Jiwoong…”

The spell broke.

His eyes snapped open fully, and he pulled back slightly, clearing his throat, the mask returning in small pieces. “I’m still mad at you,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze, though his ears were now a little pink at the tips.

“I know,” you said softly, keeping your voice even, soothing. Your hand hovered near his ear again but didn’t push. “But I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

He was quiet again. But this silence was different, less cold, more hesitant.

Eventually, Jiwoong let out a quiet sigh and leaned into you ever so slightly, resting his shoulder against yours. “You drive me crazy sometimes,” he murmured. “But… I hate ignoring you more than I hate being mad.”

You smiled, letting your fingers graze his hand, his tail curling lightly around your ankle like a silent peace offering.

And though his pride told him to stay guarded a little longer, the subtle twitch of his ear toward your hand said it all,

He wasn’t done being mad, but he wasn’t letting you go either.

ZHANG HAO (red panda hybrid) :

Hao was sulking.

Not dramatically, not the way Gyuvin might, loud and exaggerated. No, Hao’s sulking was quiet, still, and pointed. He was curled up on the far end of the couch, arms crossed over his chest, his big, striped tail draped tightly around him like a shield. His rounded red panda ears were flattened just slightly, betraying the sting still lingering from your earlier disagreement.

He hadn’t spoken in almost twenty minutes. That had to be a record for him.

You sat nearby, watching him with soft eyes. You knew he wasn’t angry in the way some people got angry, he wasn’t bitter or cruel. He just didn’t know what to do with hurt that hadn’t been soothed yet. So he closed in on himself and let silence do the talking.

You shifted closer, cautious, testing the waters.

Hao didn’t look at you, but his ears twitched.

Carefully, you reached out and scratched behind one of them, gently, at first, your fingers brushing through the soft reddish fur where it met the white tufts. His entire body tensed, tail twitching once behind him.

Then, slowly… he leaned into it.

A soft whine bubbled up in his throat, surprised, involuntary, embarrassed. His head tilted a fraction toward your hand before he realized what he was doing and snapped upright again.

“I’m still upset,” he huffed, his cheeks blooming with pink. His big fluffy tail betrayed him, flicking lightly against your thigh as if it didn’t get the memo.

“I know,” you murmured, thumb grazing his ear just once more. “I just… didn’t want you to think I didn’t care.”

He was quiet, still turned halfway away from you. But then he let out a small sigh, more vulnerable than annoyed.

“You’re annoying,” he whispered, but he was already scooting closer.

You grinned. “So I’m forgiven?”

“No,” he muttered. “But you’re allowed to keep doing that. Just… don’t tell the others.”

You gently resumed the soft ear scritches, and Hao visibly melted, hiding his face in his sleeves as if that could stop the pleased little noises starting to slip out again.

Maybe he was still upset. But red pandas, it seemed, had a very hard time pretending they didn’t like affection, especially from the person they loved.

HANBIN (hamster hybrid) :

Hanbin wasn’t angry, not exactly. He didn’t like conflict, especially not with you, but after your earlier argument, he’d gone quiet, retreating into himself in the way he sometimes did when he was overwhelmed. Not cold. Just… still. Still and careful, like if he didn’t move too much, his emotions wouldn’t spill over.

He sat on the floor with his back leaning against the couch, legs pulled up and arms folded on top of his knees. His ears, soft and rounded, were angled low, drooping a little more than usual.

You knelt beside him, hesitating for a moment. “Hanbin…” you started, but he didn’t look up.

That silence stung. He was usually so warm, so quick to comfort. Seeing him like this, withdrawn, made your heart ache.

Your hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing gently behind one of his ears.

He twitched.

Hanbin stiffened, breath catching like he wasn’t expecting that kind of contact, not right now, not when he was trying so hard to stay composed. But then a soft noise left him, almost a whimper, and his shoulders sagged. He leaned into your touch before he could stop himself, his cheek brushing your wrist.

“…You’re not playing fair,” he muttered, voice barely audible. His round ears flicked faintly beneath your fingers, betraying how much he liked it.

“You weren’t listening to words,” you said quietly. “So I tried something else.”

He looked up at you then, eyes shining with just a hint of that vulnerable softness he so often kept hidden behind his reliable smile.

“I just needed a minute,” he said. “But I hate being like this with you.”

“I know.” You kept scratching gently, your other hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I hate it too.”

Hanbin let out a shaky laugh, leaning all the way into your side now, like a tired animal seeking warmth. His ears twitched once more before settling flat in contentment.

“Can we pretend I didn’t make it weird?” he asked sheepishly.

You smiled into his hair. “You didn’t. You’re just really bad at staying mad.”

He pouted lightly. “You’re really good at finding my weaknesses.”

You kissed the top of his head. “Only because I love you.”

And just like that, Hanbin melted again, soft, safe, and forgiven.

MATTHEW (red fox hybrid) :

Matthew hadn’t said a word in ten minutes.

For most people, that wouldn’t mean much. But for him, someone who always had something to say, always teasing, always laughing, the silence was heavy. Too heavy.

He sat curled up on the couch, hugging a throw pillow to his chest, fluffy red tail wrapped tight around his side. His fox ears, usually alert and twitching with interest, were flat against his curls. He wasn’t even pretending to scroll on his phone anymore, just sat there, lips pressed into a pout, eyes focused somewhere just past the floor.

You stepped into the room and knelt beside the couch, leaning in slightly.

“Matthew.”

No response.

You tilted your head and gave a soft sigh. If he was ignoring you on purpose, it was only because he didn’t know how to say he was upset. That much, you understood.

Without a word, you reached up and scratched gently behind his ear, not teasing, not playful, just… soft. Careful. A question, not a command.

He flinched.

And then, after a beat, melted.

His shoulders relaxed against the cushions, the pillow loosened slightly in his arms, and his tail gave one small wag. His eyes fluttered closed, just for a second, and he let out the faintest, most reluctant sound, somewhere between a sigh and a purr.

You bit back a smile.

“You’re not allowed to use that against me when I’m upset,” he mumbled, barely opening one eye. “That’s cheating.”

“But you’re letting me,” you murmured, scratching a little slower now, more deliberate. “Which means you’re not really mad.”

He opened both eyes now, face still scrunched in that stubborn foxlike pout. “I’m a little mad.”

“Then let me apologize.”

He hesitated. And then, all at once, he dropped the pillow and slumped into your lap with a dramatic sigh, tail flopping heavily against your side.

“I’ll forgive you,” he said, curling into you like you were the safest thing in the world, “but only if you keep doing that for at least ten more minutes.”

You laughed quietly, fingers weaving through his hair to scratch just behind his ears. “Deal.”

His tail flicked, ears twitching, face softening completely against your leg. Even when Matthew was sulking, affection always won in the end.

Especially when it came from you.

TAERAE (beagle hybrid) :

The music from his headphones was loud enough to hear from where you stood, but he wasn’t even bobbing his head along the way he usually did. That alone told you everything.

Taerae lay on his stomach across the bed, chin resting on his arms, ears drooping low and tail completely still. The silence between you was weird, tense, especially from someone as open-hearted and affectionate as him.

You approached slowly, sitting on the edge of the mattress without a word.

He didn’t look up. Just kept pretending to scroll on his phone, like the air wasn’t heavy and full of things unsaid.

You hesitated for a moment, then reached forward, not saying anything, and gently scratched behind one of his soft ears.

It twitched.

He froze.

Then, like it was muscle memory, Taerae instinctively leaned into your hand, a soft nnngh slipping from the back of his throat before he could stop it. His tail gave a little wag, just once.

And then it hit him.

He snapped upright and turned his face away, ears flicking sharply. “Hey, no fair,” he said, voice muffled, clearly embarrassed. “You can’t just do that. I’m still upset.”

You tilted your head, smiling just a little. “Didn’t seem like it for a second there.”

“I—that doesn’t count,” he huffed, nose scrunching in protest. “You know I like that.”

You scooted closer and scratched again, slower this time, watching the way his body betrayed him, the way his shoulders dropped just slightly, tail starting to sway despite himself.

“I also know you don’t like being mad at me.”

“…Maybe.”

His voice was small now, softer. And when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, the pout he wore was already beginning to crack.

You shifted your hand to cup the side of his face, thumb brushing just under his eye. “I’m sorry, Tae.”

He leaned into it before he could think better of it. “I hate giving in this fast,” he muttered, tail thumping lightly behind him. “But I missed you.”

You smiled. “I missed you too.”

And with that, he melted again, against your palm, against the warmth of your apology, like forgiveness was already curled inside his chest, waiting for an excuse to be let out.

RICKY (Siamese cat hybrid) :

You found him by the window, back to you, the long line of his tail flicking in slow, agitated sways.

The late afternoon sun framed him in gold, catching the slight twitch of his ears as he pretended not to hear you walk into the room. He was immaculate, as always, posture perfect, limbs drawn in with feline precision. But there was tension in his shoulders, a stiffness in the way he sat that told you exactly how upset he was.

“Ricky,” you said gently.

No answer.

You stepped closer, careful not to crowd him, letting your presence speak louder than your words. He didn’t flinch, but his tail stopped moving, waiting.

You reached up slowly, fingers brushing the base of his ear.

A flick.

Then another.

And then, in a moment of instinct betraying intention, he leaned into your hand with a soft, involuntary sound, something low and almost smug in the back of his throat, a sound he’d never let himself make on purpose.

You watched his tail curl at the tip, and his eyes flutter half-shut like he was letting himself be touched despite himself. He even purred, not loud, but noticeable, honest.

Then it hit him.

He straightened suddenly, pulling away just enough to glare at you with narrowed, silvery eyes. “Seriously?” he snapped, but the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed how flustered he actually was. “I was ignoring you.”

You tried, really tried, not to smile. “Didn’t seem like it for a second.”

“That’s because you cheated,” he hissed, ears tilted back. “You always know how to get to me.”

You stepped in again, slower this time, and scratched gently behind his ear once more, just to prove your point. His eyes fluttered, and the tiniest sound left his throat again before he bit his lip and turned his head sharply away.

“I’m still mad,” he muttered.

You leaned in, voice quiet. “Then I’ll keep apologizing until you’re not.”

Ricky stayed quiet for a moment. And then, slowly, his tail brushed against your leg, deliberate, not quite forgiveness, but not rejection either.

“…Just don’t think you’ve won.”

But his ears tipped toward your hand again anyway.

GYUVIN (Golden retriever hybrid) :

He’d been moping for hours.

Sprawled across the couch, cheek pressed to the cushion, tail drooped over the edge like all the energy had drained right out of him. He wasn’t mad, not really, just wounded in that very Gyuvin way, a little too sensitive for his own good, but too proud to admit it out loud.

You could feel the silence weighing down the room. He wasn’t talking to you. Wasn’t looking at you either. Just the occasional exaggerated sigh, a glance at his phone, and the tiniest shift of his ears whenever you moved nearby.

So you came up beside him, kneeling by the couch quietly.

Still nothing.

Your hand reached out, fingers brushing gently behind one floppy golden ear.

He jolted.

Then… stilled.

His ear twitched once, twice, and then he leaned into your hand, slow and helpless, like gravity had pulled him there. His brows furrowed just a bit, eyes slipping closed as a deep, contented rumble left his chest. Not quite a purr, more like a soft whine of comfort, low and immediate.

And then he realized.

He sat up fast, blinking in surprise like he couldn’t believe you tricked him again.

“Hey, I’m mad at you!” he said, nose scrunching as his tail gave one happy little wag, a traitor of its own. “I was trying to be mad. I was doing a really good job!”

You chuckled, reaching for his ear again. He flinched, but didn’t actually move away.

“Keep doing that,” he grumbled, eyes narrowed. “And I’m gonna forgive you way too fast.”

Your fingers scratched gently behind his ear again, and this time, he melted. Fully. He flopped back onto the couch like his bones had disappeared, arms crossed but not meaning it.

“…Fine,” he said, quieter now. “You win.”

You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “It’s not about winning, dummy.”

But from the soft thump of his tail against the cushions, you could tell he was already over it. Just like that.

GUNWOOK (German Shepherd hybrid) :

He sat near the door, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on some distant point like he wasn’t really there. The room felt colder somehow, the air thick with the unsaid between you.

You approached slowly, aware that this wasn’t the kind of silence you could break with words. Gunwook’s jaw was tight, and his ears flicked back slightly whenever you moved closer.

Gently, you reached out and let your fingers brush behind one of his strong, alert ears.

He froze.

The tension in his broad shoulders softened just a fraction. A low, almost reluctant sigh escaped him, like a quiet surrender. His head dipped toward your hand, and for a moment, his eyes closed as if trusting you without words.

Then he stiffened again, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze with that steady, unreadable look.

“I’m still not over it,” he said quietly.

You nodded, voice soft. “I know. But I’m here.”

Gunwook’s lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile, his tail giving a slow, deliberate sweep. His ears tilted forward, accepting your presence, maybe not fully ready to forgive, but willing to lean into you just a little.

The weight in the room shifted. The silence wasn’t so heavy anymore.

YUJIN (border collie hybrid) :

The quiet was different with Yujin. It wasn’t just silence, it was the nervous kind, the kind that made his hands fidget and his gaze dart away whenever you looked his way. Being upset wasn’t something he did easily, especially not in front of you. He wanted to be strong, to stand his ground, but he stumbled over his own feelings.

You found him sitting on the floor, knees drawn up a bit too close, tail flicking with restless energy. His ears twitched at every sound, and the tension in his posture was almost painful to watch.

You crouched down beside him, your fingers reaching out gently to scratch behind one ear.

At first, he stiffened, eyes wide, caught off guard by the touch. Then, as your hand moved with patient calm, his body slowly relaxed, a soft, uncertain whine bubbling up from deep within his throat, something small, almost shy.

He leaned into your touch, eyes closing just a moment before he remembered himself.

His cheeks colored faintly, and he pulled back just enough to avoid your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m… not mad,” he said quickly, voice a little shaky.

You smiled gently. “You don’t have to say it.”

Yujin’s tail gave a small wag, tentative but genuine, and his ears twitched forward again, letting you know he wasn’t holding onto his grudge as tightly as he tried to.

The silence between you softened, not perfect, but a beginning.

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slytherinshua · 1 month ago

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ıllı　ZB1 AS F1 DRIVERS　( 제로베이스원 )

includes . . . kim jiwoong, zhang hao, kim taerae, shen quanrui (ricky), and park gunwook.

genre headcanons , non-romantic (no use of yn/reader) , f1!au cw not proofread wc 1081 (roughly 200-300 per member) request yes note was excited to write this hehe!! only included 5 members as my brain kinda gave up, but really focused on including the members i haven't written a lot for yet <3 if you like these headcanons, you might be interested in my nct wish as f2 drivers as well! net @kstrucknet

KIM JIWOONG ﾐ 김지웅

i feel like he’d have a really good career in his early days

like a few years after his rookie season

starting out in one of the midfield teams and then getting promoted to a seat in either mercedes or mclaren

and say he has one or two world championships under his belt, both tight competitions with other racers in their prime

but now he’s later on in his career, and he’s stuck in a slump after 5 or so years of top racing

back to a not-so-great lower team, like sauber or haas, maybe aston martin if he’s lucky

he’s just giving me major nico hulkenburg (if he wasn’t allergic to podiums) or fernando alonso career vibes and not just cause he’s the oldest member of zb1

i feel like he’s a well respected driver, just not a prioritized one

and it’s not like he’s anywhere near retiring

more like the grid is just so full of young rookie talent, that teams are too distracted by that

and it’s true he isn’t in his prime anymore, and not getting the results he used to

but he can definitely still score points, and there are some aspects to his driving style that haven’t changed one bit

like his reaction speeds are still quick as hell, and the team can always count on him to overtake a lot of cars right in the first lap of the race

he just has more trouble impressing during races, and his own motivation for winning has decreased as well

ZHANG HAO ﾐ章昊

sassy little williams boy

but williams on the rise, williams in their peak

williams who score points

even williams on the podium

and boy does hao get cocky whenever he scores those precious points

good weekends bleed into the next, and he often gets little streaks of amazing races

one of the fastest in free practice, in the top 5 for qualifying, on the podium for the race

and i feel like he would do amazing in sprint races, just to score a bit low during the actual race

one of his problems is that once the car starts to give him issues, he gets frustrated easily

and once he’s frustrated on track, he starts to take more risks to try to save his race

which ends up leading to more chances of mistakes

he wouldn’t get into super big crashes

he is an experienced enough driver to control the car, at least

but he might swerve a bit, become a victim to understeer a lot in corners, and overall be battling his own car for most of the race

with so much focus on that, he can’t really do what he does best

which is offensive overtaking and battling for higher positions

KIM TAERAE ﾐ 김태래

i’m putting him in mclaren, he gives me those papaya vibes

a pretty consistent driver all things considered

when the car is really good for the season, he turns into a beast

constantly getting poles and race wins, seemingly without struggling either

great team synergy, great car, great racing

he’s honestly really talented, and it’s especially noticeable on the more physically taxing circuits

like jeddah, singapore, or qatar

rare that he makes rookie mistakes, even when he’s a new driver

he might have some rough free practice sessions, but he learns quickly and applies it where it’s really needed

works the best under pressure, which is why he always gets excited when there’s a tough rivalry during a season

on the flipside, when he’s not being pushed, or he feels like he doesn’t have anything to work towards, he gets bored

of course winning races is satisfying, but he craves that fight to get on the podium

he doesn’t like when it’s basically given to him from the get-go

he’d definitely have great teamwork with his teammate

and for sure is a fan favourite driver pairing as well

like he’s definitely getting shipped with different drivers to high heaven

and to be honest, he’s so totally here for that

like he’d go out of his way to make moments he knows fans will be clipping for days

SHEN QUANRUI ﾐ沈泉锐

little ferrari or alpine boy

he is destined for some team that will mistreat him, i fear

no stability and constantly having beef with the strategists, team principal, or even his teammate

it’s rough out here

nonetheless, he’s a talented driver and team problems aren’t gonna stop him from performing his best on track

if the car’s a tractor, there’s not much he can do, but he’s great at defending

honestly a mind reader on track

it’s like he can predict every single move the other drivers will make

he’s out here playing 4d chess

he’s very friendly with interviewers and honestly just a super fun and flirty personality

even though all the fans know how much he puts up with for the team

multiple times his race wins have been sabotaged by team orders

questionable pit strategies, undercuts for cars that weren’t a threat in the first place

a big part of ricky’s problems stem from communication with the team, and an inability to gel well with his strategists and mechanics

if he gets a spot in a different team that is smarter than ferrari (cough), he would win championships for sure

PARK GUNWOOK ﾐ 박건욱

i place him as an aston martin or haas driver

he’s either in a midfield team or one that has the potential to get on the podium but probably not every race

his qualifyings are hit or miss, and he really struggles in the race

but he’s great at tyre management and really feels the car

gets the nickname tyre whisperer for sure, possibly even in his first season when he’s still a rookie

crashes the car a lot in rainy races, and understeer is a real pain for him when it hits

when he really has a great car that season, it’s possible for him to score points in a rainy race

but most of the time he’s honestly thanking god whenever a safety car gets pulled out during a wet race

tries not to get too frustrated when he DNF’s but i honestly get the impression that he could get quite heated during a race

needs a few minutes to cool down before he answers any press about a crash or mistakes made during the race

and probably is still fuming for hours after

ultimately his mindset is to do better for the next one, though

always pushing

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arafilez · 11 months ago

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19:42 ㅤㅤㅤ☆ ㅤ —﹙ k.tr ﹚

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The air fills with Taerae’s soft strums on his guitar as he plays a song he had recently written. You halt at the doorway, eyes training on his back as you watch him with a lovesick smile on your face.

Maybe it is the dim lights, his bare face with his usual glasses, his deep, melodic voice, or possibly everything else that makes you stare at him like a whipped teen with her first crush.

When Taerae’s shirt shifts a little as he adjusts the guitar you get a weird idea in your mind, giggling softly and then slapping yourself lightly for being so head over heels for him.

Slowly sneaking behind him you stand for a while, basking in the scent that is so him, before you sneak an arm around his waist earning a surprised gasp from him. You giggle softly seeing a red hue cover his ears as he says, “When did you get here?”

“A while ago,” you murmur as you nuzzle your face in his neck and press a feather-light kiss on his neck. You feel Taerae stiffening, lightly tripping on his words before his composure is back and he laughs.

The deep laugh vibrates off his body into yours as he says, “This is new, anything good happened?” You shake your head against his shoulder and quickly peck his neck again before he can talk more. Taerae hums visibly unfazed by your second attack as you stare at him with narrow eyes.

You peck him again and again, all over his neck knowing he can’t keep up his unflustered state for long but as you are going in for the seventh peck Taerae turns his head and presses his lips to yours taking you by surprise.

Your eyes widen as you blink, unable to kiss back and Taerae’s lips are gone as soon as they come. A smirk slowly makes its way into his face as he grins, his cavernous dimples glistening in the low lights. You feel flustered at his stare as he asks, “So when exactly were you back?”

You blink at him, brain not comprehending what he asked and Taerae bites back a smile as he sees you. Intertwining his fingers with yours, a small breath leaves your throat as you reply finally, “A while back.”

“Okay, good,” he hums as he pulls you into his lap, resting the guitar on his other leg and says, “Then I get to kiss you all I want.” Your face heats up and you slap his chest lightly making him grin, “What? You were having fun kissing my neck just a while back!”

“Shut up,” you groan and he smiles saying, “I will,” and presses his lips to yours.

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faithst · 1 year ago

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— SYNCING your profile, are you ready to begin? —

⌞ MATCHED ⌝

ᡣ𐭩 •｡୨ৎ ˚ SYNOPSIS; caught in the relentless pursuit of her academic and career goals, yn’s social life takes a backseat, prompting concern from her best friend who advocates ‘living while you’re young’. she receives a text, finding herself wrapped in the new dating program that had been spreading like wildfire in campus. the more she indulges in these new connections, she begins to question her priorities.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡୨ৎ ˚ GENRE; socmed + written chapters, dating sim au??, uni au, multiple tropes (enemies?? to lovers, opposites attract, love at first sight, etc), multiple endings, fluff, comedy, fem reader x zb1

ᡣ𐭩 •｡୨ৎ ˚ WARNINGS; profanities, jokes that may be offensive to some (hopefully not), multiple tropes, noona agenda (cause i can), personalities may not be accurate, slow updates (may vary)

ᡣ𐭩 •｡୨ৎ ˚ FEATURES; zerobaseone hanbin zhanghao taerae gyuvin, aespa winter, kep1er chaehyun, enhypen jungwon, ive yujin

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⌞ CONTENT ⌝ 01 new picture 02 hello to you too 03 first impressions are important 04 you had me at hello 05 primary color 06 what the hell.. 07 wasn’t expecting you 08 oh, it’s you.. 09 my plan 10 what is happening?!

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blue-jisungs · 11 months ago

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video games

# author's note … i like to think that im scary while gaming (i literally never join the vc bc im too scared)

# summary … taerae isnt scared of you. exception: you when gaming.

# warnings … cursing,, sm cursing ... yn can come across as toxic but idek lmfao; crack n fluff !

# word count … 546

“can you like, shut the fuck up? i didn’t order a yappucino”

there weren’t a lot of things of which taerae was scared of, and he took pride in that. however, this was something he was terrified of.

“get your shit together, man! why does our support do more damage than you? that’s ridiculous!” you growled into the mic.

you gaming.

your boyfriend entered the room, hand resting on the cold doorknob.

he noticed you sitting on your gamer chair, leg bouncing up and down in an anxious manner. ot wasn’t necessarily due to anxiety right now, you just often did that subconsciously when you were gaming. and especially when the game was intense, the impact from your moving leg would shake the desk and knock over your figurines.

“now you’re calling me a bitch?”

taerae gulped and slowly entered the room. the purple led lights captured your focused features and he adored your side profile before deciding to chime in.

just when he reached his hand out to tap your shoulder, you leaned away on the chair with a groan.

“thanks for the cover, i really appreciate that” your voice was dripping with sarcasm.

your eyes snapped up and you noticed taerae.

you were scary like this: extremely focused, words sharper than a knife. and rightfully so, taerae knew the gaming environment. but you could be really mean – he knew that if he was a stranger online hearing you, he’d cry on spot.

but upon seeing his face, your features dramatically changed in a split second. your eyes widened and a huge smile bloomed on your face.

muting yourself, you reached your arms out and made grabby hands.

“baby!” you whined and taerae hugged you, the rough material of your headset brushing his cheek. he heard faint sounds coming from it “how was your day?”

your voice was sweet, nothing compared to the tone you used to diss your teammates.

“it was good! i just missed you tons” he hummed, leaning away to adore your face. suddenly there was a switch and your brows furrowed. while he started another sentence, you leaned to unmute.

“how long have you been–”

“mind your own business, dickhead. and so what if i am? guess what? i also did that with your mom”

taerae snorted. despite your scary appearance, your comebacks were quite funny. you sent him a proud smile and the sounds of your keyboard clicking echoed through the room.

“yadda, yadda, yadda. do you ever shut up?” you grunted into the mic and left the game because it was the last round and you were dead already “yeah, no you. speaking of which, my boyfriend says hi. say hi!”

taerae frowned and leaned closer into the mic.

“get a life, it’s just a game” he mumbled and saw your wide smile.

with that, you left the voice chat as well. putting down your headset, you rose to your feet and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“that was good, how did you know he was being mean?” you hummed, titling your head.

taerae scoffed, amused.

“a wild guess” he grinned and leaned in to kiss you, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips.

as much as he loves you, he’d never play video games with you.

masterlist <3

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

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jungsita · 26 days ago

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#kpop #kpop moodboard #moodboard #random moodboard #kpop messy moodboard #archive moodboard #archive layouts #cute moodboard #messy moodboard #Spotify #kim taerae #zb1 taerae #taerae imagines #taerae zerobaseone #zb1 moodboard #zb1 #zerobase1 #zerobaseone #bg moodboard

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niki-phoria · 5 months ago

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i love your zb1 writings but noticed taerae doesnt have one :( would u be able to write learning to play the guitar from him 🙇🏻‍♀️

let me close to you / 나를 살게 해줘

pairing: kim taerae x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 524

notes: glasses taerae my beloved <33, questionable guitar knowledge bc idk how how play, thank you for the request !! i hope you like it :)) not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from project 7 - antidote

“what do you think?” KIM TAERAE asks as he looks up at you over the edge of his glasses. stray strands of messy brown hair frame his face. the curve of his guitar’s body rests against his thigh as he leans backwards against the wall. the final note he had played reverberates throughout your bedroom for a few seconds before it dissipates, leaving you in silence once again.

“it’s perfect.” you smile softly as you stand from the chair at his desk, moving to sit beside him. taerae welcomes your presence immediately, moving the guitar to the side in favor of coaxing you to lean against his chest. beams of sunlight fill his room. in the light, his otherwise dark eyes shine the colour of honey. you reach up to brush a stray strand of hair away from his face. “just like you.”

taerae brings a hand up to cover his face as he laughs loudly. his bright smile exposes the dimples on his cheeks. you take the opportunity to lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against his flushed skin. “you flatter me.”

you hum, leaning back against taerae’s chest. gingerly, you run your hand along the neck of the guitar. your fingers dance along the edge, careful not to damage the instrument. “i’ve always wanted to learn to play,” you say quietly. “but i never had the time. or the willpower.”

“here,” he shifts slightly so the guitar is sitting in your lap instead. the polished wood feels cool against your hands; it contrasts against the warmth of taerae’s skin. “put your fingers here,” he says. taerae is gentle as he guides your hands into place. you can’t help the butterflies that immediately begin to swarm throughout your stomach at his touch. the guitar strings feel rough against your fingers. you can feel the coils dig into your skin as you hold them against the wood. “and strum like this.”

you curl your hand, hesitantly brushing the side of your thumb against the strings. they feel foreign against your skin - rough and unforgiving. behind you, taerae nods. “it feels weird at first. try it again. you’ll get used to it.”

this time, you begin strumming at a more regular pace. as time passes, you find yourself growing accustomed to the action. taerae’s hand finds a place resting against your thigh, occasionally drumming his fingertips against your leg along to the rhythm.

the soft noise of your guitar playing fills the otherwise silent room, only adding to the tranquility of the moment. “what do you think?” you ask, still following the same rhythm.

behind you, taerae chuckles. “it’s perfect,” he says. “just like you.”

you can almost picture taerae’s bright smile as he leans his chin against your shoulder. you continue the gentle strumming, maintaining the rhythm. his arm rests comfortably around his waist as he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. “i love you.”

you turn, catching taerae’s lips in yet another sweet kiss. his hand moves to cup your cheek, pulling you closer. “i love you, too.” you murmur, the guitar now long forgotten in favor of its owner.

if you liked this fic, please comment, reblog, or leave feedback !! and if you want to support me, check out my zb1 masterlist <33

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lvlybin · 5 months ago

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roadtrips with rae/binnie!!! they can put their license to good use 🥰

✉️ was thinking of Hanbin driving in the Jeju vlog the entire time I was writing this ask. men that have their driver's license and are GOOD drivers are just 10x hotter

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗anbin ﹙𝓼.﹚

Hanbin would be the boyfriend that has everything planned out to the fullest. He would be spontaneous at times, like seeing a roadside attraction and deciding that you both absolutely needed to see it, but overall, he’ll have things down to the time, and he tries to stay on schedule. He would carry all of your bags to the car and get you all of your favorite snacks and whatever drink you want so that you can get going. While driving, Hanbin would always have a hand on you: on your thigh, in your own hand, or resting on your forearm. Just as a way to always be touching you because Hanbin loves touching you.

And when you look over at him, you remember just how attractive he looks while he’s driving. He has one hand on the wheel as he manspreads in the driver’s seat a little. He’s dressed in comfortable clothes for traveling all day, his gray sweatpants showing off his thighs beautifully as he tilts his head back to lean on the headrest. His hand rubs on your thigh comfortingly.

“Want me to drive soon?” you ask, feeling a bit bad that he’s been doing all of the work so far. But Hanbin simply furrows his eyebrows and pouts his lips a little, shaking his head.

“No, you relax. This is your vacation,” he says and you glance over at him with a small smile. “Besides, I like driving.”

Your smile widens. “I like you driving too.” His dark brown eyes meet yours as his fingers flex on the wheel.

“Yeah?” You hum as you nod. “Well, you can enjoy it for a bit longer. We’ll be getting to the resort in about… an hour.”

You planned to enjoy it to the fullest too. Curling up in the passenger’s seat (because Hanbin doesn’t like it when you put your feet on the dashboard, says it’s dangerous), you watch your boyfriend handle the wheel with ease. You were looking forward to getting to the resort, though. As much as you enjoyed the driving part of road trips, because then your true relaxation time with Hanbin could truly begin.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓣aerae ﹙𝓴.﹚

Taerae, on the other hand, doesn’t plan things as well. He’ll bring up the idea of wanting to go on a vacation with you, book a hotel, and get you on the road with him the next day. But somehow that makes things even more fun, the excitement still fresh in both of your minds as you wrap your blanket tightly around yourself in the passenger’s seat. It was early in the morning, a rare sight for the both of you, but if you wanted to get to the resort before dinner time, you had to leave early.

Taerae had taken you through a drive-thru for coffee before he began driving. So as you’re sipping your drink, you scroll through the playlists you and Taerae have created together, selecting a more chill one to start the road trip in a calmer mood. But eventually, when you got closer to your destination, you’d get more and more excited.

“Did you make sure that we packed everything we need?” Taerae asks, his glasses perched on his nose as his large hands steer the wheel in a way that you strangely can’t look away from.

“Mhm. Double-checked before we left,” you say softly as Taerae reaches for his coffee without looking away from the road. You swallow harshly as he continues driving with one hand. “It’s a little late to be asking that, though,” you laugh. “If I hadn’t, then we wouldn’t be able to turn around and get anything. We’re already an hour in.”

Taerae sets his coffee back down in the cupholder as he shifts in his seat, his t-shirt making his arms look larger than normal. He just looked so good while driving. “I’d buy anything we needed.” You laugh, and Taerae finally looks away from the road to glance at you. “Get your hand out from under that blanket, Darling, I need something else to hold onto to keep me awake.”

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zeroseuniverse · 2 months ago

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Hi, i saw your NCT DREAM Reaction: You Sleepily Confess to Them Without Realizing It, can you do it with ot9/just maknae line ZB1?

ZB1 Reaction: You Sleepily Confess Without Realizing It

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Hanbin

You nodded off during a late-night talk, your arm lazily hooked around his. As he adjusted your jacket, you mumbled something like, "Feels nice... being with you. I always feel better when it’s you." He stopped for a second, unsure if you even knew what you were saying. He glanced at you you were fully asleep, eyes shut, breathing even. A small, warm smile tugged at his lips. “...You make me feel better too.”

Jiwoong

You’d drifted off on the couch, head tipping toward his shoulder. Just as he reached to adjust the pillow behind you, you whispered, barely audible, "You’re so good to me, Jiwoong... I wish you knew how much I like you." He froze. Blinked. The moment passed as quickly as it came. He didn’t say anything, just watched the slow rise and fall of your chest with a dazed expression. Later, he sat beside you a little closer than usual.

Zhang Hao

Your eyes were fluttering shut while watching him tune his violin. Without thinking, you whispered, "Hao... I like when you play. And... I like you." He glanced over, a faint crease forming between his brows. “You like—” He paused. You were asleep, head lolling against the cushion. He blinked once. Twice. Then returned to his violin, but his fingers trembled on the strings for the next few notes.

Matthew

You were nodding off beside him, mumbling through a yawn. "You always take care of me... I think I’m falling for you." He slowly turned to you like he didn’t quite process it. “Wait… wait, what?” he whispered. Then you shifted, completely out. He stared for a long beat, mouth open in disbelief, then softly face-palmed. “…Don’t do that to my heart, bro.”

Taerae

You were lying in bed after a long day, both of you quietly on your phones when you drifted off mid-scroll. Out of nowhere, you sighed, "I think I’m gonna fall for you if you keep being like this..." Taerae looked over immediately. You were already asleep, thumb hovering over your screen. He blinked a few times, face slowly warming, then tucked the blanket around you more tightly. No response just his quiet smile in the dark.

Ricky

You fell asleep mid-conversation, cheek resting on your hand. He leaned back to grab his charger when you murmured, "I like you more than I should, huh..." He froze, eyes wide. “Wait—what?” He leaned in a little too fast, accidentally bumping the table. The noise jolted you upright. “Huh? Wha—what happened?” Ricky quickly smiled, too wide. “Nothing! Nothing. You said... uh... something about soup.” He didn’t sleep that night.

Gyuvin

You were half-asleep in the backseat of a van after a long outing, leaning against the window. He was scrolling through photos when you murmured, "You’re my favorite... don’t tell the others." His head snapped toward you so fast it almost gave him whiplash. “…Huh?” You didn’t move. He blinked in stunned silence, then stared out the window with the softest, most bashful grin. No one had to know—but he’d remember.

Gunwook

You were curled up beside him with a blanket over your head, complaining earlier that you were too tired to think. Moments later, he heard: "Why do you have to be so easy to like..." Gunwook’s eyes slowly widened. He gently pulled the blanket back to look at your face. Fast asleep. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if he should feel honored or panicked. “...Wow. Okay.”

Yujin

You fell asleep during a late group hangout, head resting near his shoulder. Just as he reached to make sure you didn’t slump over, he heard, "You’re the reason I get nervous, you know." He choked. Actually choked. Coughed loud enough to startle you awake. You looked up, dazed. “Yujin? You okay?” “Me? Yeah! Totally! You—you were talking in your sleep!” he blurted, flustered. “About what?” He panicked. “...Potatoes.”

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serapharua · 2 months ago

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୨୧ 一 HYBRID!ZB1 REACTING TO YOU DURING YOUR OVULATION PERIOD

zb1 ot8 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff hybrid au kinda suggestive — WARNING : possessive — REQUESTED : no ☆ — zb1 masterlist

JIWOONG (panther hybrid) :

There was something different in the air, Jiwoong could sense it before you even said a word. His sharp panther instincts picked up on the shift in your scent the moment you walked through the door, subtle but unmistakable to him. It was warmer, sweeter, tinged with something that made the hairs on the back of his neck rise, not with alarm, but with a deep, primal awareness.

You were ovulating.

He didn’t bring it up. He didn’t need to. Jiwoong was never the type to act impulsively, even when his instincts stirred beneath his calm surface. He simply watched you more closely, his dark eyes lingering just a little longer than usual, his presence shadowing yours with quiet purpose.

You noticed the change, of course. How he hovered a bit nearer. How his voice dipped, rougher around the edges when he said your name. How his gaze grew hungrier in the low light of evening.

“Jiwoong,” you said softly one night, curled up on the couch beside him. “You’re staring.”

He blinked slowly, almost like a feline caught mid-thought. “Am I?” he asked, voice a low purr.

You gave him a look, not teasing, but a little shy. Your body felt warmer lately, needier in ways you couldn’t quite control. He hadn’t touched you differently, not yet, but his energy wrapped around you like velvet, ever present, ever aware.

“It’s… hard not to,” he admitted after a pause. “You smell different. Stronger. Like something in me is pulling toward you, and I’m trying not to… act on it too fast.”

Your heart stuttered. You could see the restraint in him, every part of his body taut, his jaw tight, ears flicking slightly with tension. His tail twitched once behind him before curling back around his thigh.

“You don’t have to hold back so much,” you whispered, resting a hand on his thigh. “I trust you.”

His eyes darkened, pupils dilating ever so slightly. But even then, he leaned in slowly, his movements precise and careful.

“I’m not going to take advantage of something just because nature says I should,” he said. “But if you want me close… I’m here. All of me.”

You slid into his arms, and he gathered you up with a quiet sigh, like he’d been holding back breath for hours. His nose brushed the side of your neck, inhaling deeply, and a low rumble vibrated from his chest.

He didn’t rush. Jiwoong never did. But that night, when you fell asleep tangled in his arms, it was with the heat of his body keeping you steady, and the quiet knowledge that he was fighting every instinct just to make sure you felt safe, not claimed.

Because Jiwoong, even at his most primal, would always choose you first, your comfort, your pace, your trust.

And if that meant curling around you like a silent guardian until the ache passed, then he would stay that way. All night. Without question.

ZHANG HAO (red panda hybrid) :

Zhang Hao had always been gentle in the way he loved, measured, quiet, but unmistakably warm. As a red panda hybrid, he was sensitive to even the smallest changes in his surroundings, and even more so when it came to you.

So when your scent shifted, subtle but ripe with the telltale signs of ovulation, he noticed.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just blinked slowly as you walked past him one morning, his ears giving a small, startled twitch. His tail curled protectively around himself like it always did when something stirred his instincts, and he followed you with his gaze, eyes darker than usual, a contemplative glint lurking behind their softness.

The day passed in a strange blur of silence and tension, Hao kept glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking, caught in a quiet war with himself. There was something magnetic pulling him closer, some ancient thread wound into the fabric of his being. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears every time you came near.

That evening, you found him in the sunlit corner of the living room, nestled in a pile of pillows and soft blankets he had instinctively built up around himself like a den. When you stepped in, he looked up at you with wide eyes, his ears perking slightly before folding back, shy and hesitant.

“…You should probably stay away,” he said gently, though his body language told a different story. “You’re… warm.”

You tilted your head, crossing the space slowly. “And that’s bad?”

“It’s not bad,” he murmured, voice strained with control. “It’s just… you’re already hard to resist when you’re normal. And right now, my instincts are louder.”

You moved to kneel beside him, your hand brushing lightly against the curve of his tail where it wrapped around his waist. “So don’t resist.”

His breath hitched, cheeks blooming with red. “If I let go, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

You smiled, leaning forward until your forehead met his. “Hao. I trust you. I know you.”

That broke something in him.

He cupped your face with trembling hands, drawing you into his arms so carefully it felt reverent. The embrace was close, but not frantic. His touch was soft, cradling, as if holding something precious. He buried his face in your neck, breathing you in with a quiet, shaky sigh.

“I’ll stay like this,” he whispered. “For as long as you need me.”

And so he did. Wrapped around you, tail curled securely, he kept you tucked against his chest as the evening darkened into night. He didn’t push or press, just held you close, body warm and firm with restraint, his heartbeat steadying the pulse thrumming beneath your skin.

In that quiet safety, you felt the ache in your body ease, not because it went away, but because you knew you were cared for. Hao would never let instinct override his heart.

Not when it came to you.

HANBIN (hamster hybrid) :

Hanbin wasn’t oblivious, not by a long shot. As cheerful and relaxed as he seemed most of the time, his senses were sharp, especially when it came to you.

You had barely stepped into the room before his nose twitched, ears perking subtly atop his head. The shift in your scent was immediate, unmistakable. He blinked, stilled, then tilted his head with a curious hum.

“Hmm,” he said softly, watching you. “You okay?”

You glanced at him, a little flustered. It wasn’t easy to talk about, but you nodded. “Yeah. Just… you know. Ovulating.”

There was no judgment in Hanbin’s expression, just a flicker of understanding, followed by a familiar grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. But his tail, coiled behind him in the usual neat curl, twitched.

“Oh,” he said, standing up from the couch and padding over to you. “That explains the way my brain’s been short-circuiting around you today.”

He said it like a joke, but the shift in the air around him wasn’t something you could ignore. His presence, always comforting, suddenly felt heavier. Not in a bad way, but in the way that made you aware of every inch of him. Every subtle way he stood closer, leaned in more.

Hanbin noticed the way your breath caught, and the playfulness in his expression softened. “Do you want space?” he asked gently. “I’ll give you as much as you need. Or… none at all. That’s okay too.”

Your fingers curled around the hem of his hoodie, tugging him toward you without a word.

He didn’t hesitate. His arms wrapped around you with practiced ease, pulling you in so you were flush against his chest. The warmth of him, the way he instinctively buried his nose in your shoulder, nuzzling lightly, it made your skin hum with awareness.

“You smell so good,” he mumbled, almost sleepily. “It’s driving me nuts, but I like it.”

His tail brushed against your leg as it uncurled, swaying gently. His body had gone still, but there was a quiet energy running through him now, like he was holding himself back from moving, from doing anything more than just holding you.

“I’m right here,” he whispered after a moment. “No pressure. Just… let me stay close?”

You nodded, your arms slipping around his waist. And he sighed, relieved.

So you stood there together, your heartbeat syncing with his, and for a little while, the world felt smaller, safe, warm, and full of something unspoken but deeply understood.

Hanbin didn’t need to say the words. His arms around you said enough:

Whatever you need, I’m yours.

MATTHEW (red fox hybrid) :

You’d been quiet all day.

Not in a bad way, just… quieter than usual. Restless. A little flushed. It wasn’t until the late afternoon sun dipped low enough to cast golden streaks across the living room floor that Matthew, curled up on the couch with his tail flicking lazily over the side, finally looked at you and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

“Something’s off,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. His pointed ears twitched once, twice, and then his nose crinkled ever so slightly. And then he knew.

He sat up slowly, amber eyes locking on you with a sudden intensity that made your heart skip.

“Wait,” he said, his voice lower now, slower, as the realization clicked in. “You’re ovulating.”

You didn’t answer immediately, too caught in the heat of his gaze. Your silence was enough of a confirmation.

Matthew’s tail swished behind him, betraying the quiet rise of tension in his body. Still, he didn’t move closer, not yet. He respected your space too much for that. But you could see the shift in his posture. The way he sat forward, elbows on his knees, every inch of him honed in on you.

“You should’ve told me,” he said gently. “I would’ve taken it easy today.”

“I didn’t want you to treat me any differently,” you admitted, voice soft.

He tilted his head, a knowing smile touching his lips, even as his eyes stayed serious. “It’s not about treating you differently. It’s about being here for you. The way you need.”

You hesitated, unsure of what to say. Your body was humming with energy, restless and warm. You didn’t need words. You just stepped forward, stopping a few feet from him.

His gaze flickered down, then back up to your face. Slowly, he opened his arms. “Come here.”

You crossed the distance in an instant, and as soon as your body met his, Matthew melted around you like he’d been waiting all day for it. His arms slipped around your waist, his chin resting against your shoulder. His tail wrapped loosely around your legs, a gentle loop that felt more protective than possessive.

“You smell different,” he whispered into your neck, his breath warm. “Not bad. Just… intense. Familiar. Kinda makes me want to bury you in blankets and stay like this forever.”

You let out a soft laugh. “So you can keep me trapped?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, lips brushing your skin. “But only if you want to be.”

And though nothing else needed to be said, the way his arms tightened ever so slightly told you the truth, he felt your body’s pull, felt every signal you tried to hide, and he wasn’t running from it.

He was staying. Choosing to stay grounded in affection over instinct, even as both tangled quietly beneath the surface.

Matthew would wait as long as it took, but he’d stay close the whole time.

Because that’s what foxes do with the ones they love.

TAERAE (beagle hybrid) :

Taerae had been following you around all day like a shadow with a tail that couldn’t quite stay still.

He didn’t know why at first. Not exactly. He just knew that something about you today made his heart beat faster and his ears perk every time you entered the room. Your scent was different, warmer, richer. And though he didn’t immediately piece it together, his instincts were buzzing with awareness.

By the third time he hovered too long at your side while you were doing something simple, washing dishes, folding clothes, adjusting a blanket, he finally blurted, “Okay, something’s going on.”

You looked at him, mildly amused. “What do you mean?”

His ears twitched, and his nose crinkled as he sniffed the air instinctively. Then it clicked. He blinked, lips parting slightly. “Wait… oh. Are you, like… ovulating?”

You gave him a nod, and he instantly turned pink to the tips of his ears.

“Oh my god, I’ve been acting like a total weirdo all day, haven’t I?” he groaned, pressing his hands to his face as his tail wagged nervously behind him. “I didn’t even realize. I just thought I was being clingy because I missed you or something, but I mean I always miss you, so—”

“Taerae,” you interrupted, smiling. “It’s okay.”

He peeked through his fingers at you, and when he saw the calm in your expression, some of his embarrassment melted into something softer. His hands dropped, and he crossed the room to you in a few quick steps.

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” he asked gently, eyes earnest and warm.

“Not even a little,” you replied. “You’ve been sweet.”

He visibly relaxed. “Good. Because I’ve been feeling this… urge to stick close. Like, really close.” He hesitated, then added, “I keep catching myself wanting to guard you from literally everything. Even the mailman.”

You snorted at that, and Taerae laughed too, a little sheepish but glowing with affection. “Is that weird?”

“Not at all,” you said, reaching out to tug him by the sleeve. “Come here.”

He practically stumbled into your arms, tail wagging harder now that he had permission. He curled against you easily, like he belonged there, which he did.

His nose nuzzled gently into your neck, his ears relaxing as he breathed you in. “You smell different,” he whispered, not as embarrassed now. “It’s nice. Kinda makes my brain go all fuzzy, though.”

You held him closer, resting your chin atop his head. “That’s okay. Just stay here.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “Right here’s perfect.”

And for the rest of the afternoon, he didn’t move, content, grounded, and warm in the shelter of your presence. Instinct or not, Taerae was happiest right where he was: wrapped around you, heartbeat calm and tail still, finally at peace.

RICKY (Siamese cat hybrid) :

Ricky noticed before you said anything. Of course he did.

He was perceptive like that, quiet, observant, feline in his elegance. The moment your scent shifted ever so slightly, he paused mid-sentence, head tilting faintly, ears twitching as if trying to make sense of the change in the air. He didn’t mention it right away. He didn’t need to.

Instead, he watched you.

When you moved around the shared space, when you brushed past him in the hallway, when you leaned against the counter with that slightly heavier breath, you could feel his gaze linger. Not invasive. Not intense. Just aware. Curious.

But it wasn’t until later, when the world quieted and the two of you curled up on the couch together, that he finally spoke.

“You smell different,” he said softly, his head resting in your lap, one ear flicking lazily as his tail swayed over the cushions. “It’s warm. Rich. I like it.”

You looked down at him, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I’m ovulating.”

A quiet hum escaped his throat, something feline and faintly pleased. “I figured.”

There was a pause. Ricky didn’t speak again for a moment, eyes half-lidded, like he was trying to sort through the way his body was reacting, the way his instincts had sharpened, made him more possessive, more attuned to you.

“I didn’t realize how much it would affect me,” he admitted after a moment. His voice was still calm, but something in it felt heavier now, more grounded. “Every time someone else is near you, I get… annoyed. Like I’m ready to scratch.”

You chuckled softly, your touch stilling on his hair. “You’re jealous?”

He looked up at you, his pale eyes unreadable for a beat. Then he smirked, just a little, the kind of smile only he could wear with such quiet pride. “Maybe. Just a bit territorial.”

You leaned down to kiss his temple. “You don’t need to be.”

“I know.” His voice dropped into a low murmur, the kind that always gave you chills. “But I still want to be. Right now, you feel like mine more than ever.”

The words didn’t sound like a confession. They were a truth already known, one he merely voiced aloud in the soft shadows of the evening.

He shifted in your lap, looping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek to your stomach, protective and calm. “Just let me stay like this a while.”

You nodded, holding him close.

And for the rest of the night, Ricky stayed curled around you, quiet, possessive, purring faintly like a lullaby only you could hear.

GYUVIN (Golden retriever hybrid) :

Gyuvin didn’t pick up on it right away, not in the obvious sense, at least. But something felt… different. It tugged at him like an invisible string, pulling him closer to you throughout the day.

He wasn’t clingy, usually. Affectionate, yes. Playful, absolutely. But not like this. Not with the way his ears perked at the sound of your voice even more than usual, or how his tail swayed low and slow when you walked into the room. His bright eyes kept finding you in every space, locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered.

You noticed it when he hovered, always nearby, always just a little closer than necessary. He would offer to carry things for you, to sit next to you, to bring you snacks. At first, it was sweet. Endearing. But then you felt the weight of his gaze linger a second too long. The air shifted.

“Gyuvin,” you said gently, tilting your head at him where he sat practically pressed to your side. “Is something wrong?”

He blinked, like the question startled him out of a trance. “What? No. I just… I dunno. You feel really… nice today.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

“Like.” He paused, struggling. “Comforting? But also… really distracting.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair between his ears. His breath caught, his tail giving a slow wag. “I’m ovulating,” you said simply.

“Oh.” A beat. Then his cheeks flushed, ears twitching. “That explains so much.”

The energy in him shifted, not gone, just suddenly sharper. More focused. He ducked his head for a second, letting out a breath that was half a laugh and half a whine.

“I didn’t wanna be weird about it,” he said, voice quieter now, his usual teasing edge softened by something sincere. “But I keep wanting to be near you. Like… really near.”

“You’re not being weird,” you murmured, resting your forehead against his. “You’re just being honest.”

He smiled, a little sheepish but glowing under the attention. Then he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your shoulder with a huff. “You smell really good,” he mumbled. “And I keep thinking about holding you like this and not letting go.”

You chuckled, hugging him back. “Then don’t.”

And just like that, Gyuvin melted against you, tail thumping softly behind him as he curled around your warmth, protective, grounded, and more in love than ever, even if his instincts made it hard to sit still.

GUNWOOK (German Shepherd hybrid) :

Gunwook wasn’t the type to act on impulse. He was disciplined. Grounded. Always the protector, the one who scanned the room without even realizing it, standing between you and anything that looked remotely like a threat.

But today? Something was off.

Not wrong, just different.

You hadn’t said anything. You didn’t have to. The moment you entered the room, it hit him like a wall. A scent he couldn’t ignore, thick and warm, curling around him like smoke. His ears flicked back, shoulders tensing before he even understood why.

Then he looked at you.

And it all made sense.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just followed you more closely than usual, his tall frame just behind yours, eyes sharper, jaw tight. The usual warmth in his gaze was still there, but it simmered under something else now. Something primal. Protective. Possessive.

You felt it before you saw it. That shift in the air when he got too quiet.

“Gunwook,” you said gently, glancing up at him. “Is something bothering you?”

He hesitated, lips parting like he wanted to downplay it. But he didn’t. He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair as his tail twitched once behind him.

“You’re ovulating, aren’t you.”

It wasn’t a question.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

His eyes darkened, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made your breath catch. He stepped forward, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his chest, but still careful, still controlled.

“I’ve been trying to ignore it,” he muttered, gaze flicking down, then back to yours. “Trying to be… good. Respectful. But—” He cut himself off, clenching his jaw. “You smell like mine right now. And it’s driving me crazy.”

Your heartbeat fluttered. “You don’t have to hold back, Gunwook. We’re already together.”

His ears perked slightly, eyes softening just enough. He exhaled through his nose, some of that rigid tension in his shoulders easing as he reached out, hands firm but gentle as they rested on your hips.

“I know,” he murmured. “But instincts don’t care about timing. Or control. They just want to keep you close. Safe. Claimed.”

The way he said it made your stomach flutter.

You rested your forehead against his, breathing in the steady thrum of energy between you.

“Then stay close.”

Gunwook didn’t need to be told twice. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest, his tail curling behind him protectively. There was no teasing, no playfulness, just the quiet, steady hum of loyalty and longing that lived beneath his skin.

And tonight, he wasn’t your protector because he had to be.

He was because he wanted to be.

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L-O-V-Emergency - kim taerae x reader

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✦ genre: romance

✦ pairing: kim taerae as your boyfriend

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chaesparklez · 1 year ago

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victory (pt.1) | taerae x reader

wc: 2.7k

reader: femme afab

warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI

teasing, lap dancing, oral m!receiving, sloppy oral sex, tension, slightly bratty reader, subby taerae

synopsis: game rules

- whichever player makes the opponent cum in the shortest amount of time wins. the opponent only has to cum once for the player to win.

- the game is timed. the timer starts upon first contact with the opponent's center.

- acts of foreplay like kissing or heavy petting excluding the genitals do not count.

a thrilling game of control and domination. whose victory will it be?

a/n: i am so so happy to have written this story! the idea and writing process for this piece flowed out so naturally and i had so much fun writing it. as a kkultarae i feel like a taerae fic was long overdue. enjoy the story and stay seated for pt 2 :)

cross-posted on wattpad and ao3. available through user @/chaesparkle

“let's play a game."

taerae looks up from his computer, slipping his headphones off one ear.

"what was that, jagi?" he replies.

you smile mischievously and take a couple steps towards him where he sits at his gaming desk. you ruffle his hair and rest your hand on the nape of his neck.

"i said, let's play a game. a really fun one." you smile, massaging his neck with your hand.

he looks up into your eyes, his gaze a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"what game is it?" he asks.

you grin deviously.

you and taerae had been dating for a year and a half now. initially shy, he had opened up wonderfully with you, appreciating how you were always ready to lead him and teach him something new. whether it was explaining some cool academic concept, a technique on how to fold a fitted sheet... or how to eat pussy.

with his lack of experience, you guys started off pretty slow so he could learn the basics. but once he got going... well.

the thing about taerae was that he was incredibly hardworking. he knew what he lacked in and worked tirelessly till he perfected it. and he did so with this quiet confidence that you'd always found insanely sexy. not overly cocky, never too critical of himself, just aware of his good points and always ready to improve.

you can imagine how that translated into the bedroom. over the course of the past year you had basically given him a 101 on how to drive a woman crazy, and needless to say you couldn't keep your hands off eachother once he had grown comfortable exploring.

and today, you decided you wanted to give a surprise test to spice things up a bit.

"let's see who can make the other cum the fastest."

his eyebrows raise in surprise, caught a little off guard at the unexpected proposal. but shock is taken over by amusement, then competitiveness as his eyes glint with determination.

"what are the stakes?" he asks.

"winner doesn't have to do the dishes for a week."

he laughs and ruffles his hair. "can't pass up that," he takes his headset off and swivels around in his chair to face you fully.

'okay, any rules?' he asks.

you purse your lips in thought for a second, deciding how you wanted to do this. "hmmm."

you set out the following rules:

- whichever player makes the opponent cum in the shortest amount of time wins. the opponent only has to cum once for the player to win.

- the game is timed. the timer starts upon first contact with the opponent's center.

- acts of foreplay like kissing or heavy petting excluding the genitals do not count.

taerae loved this organisation. he smirks and nods his head, loving the prospect of both winning a competition and getting to see you crumble before him.

"sounds good to me. get ready to have the fastest orgasm you've ever had." he grins.

"unfortunately that'll be you." you smile.

"guess we'll just have to see about that. who should go first?'

"i will. come to the sitting room in 10 minutes." you reply, already having decided what you'd do with a smirk.

"okay then," he replies, gazing at you with darkened eyes. 'i’m anticipating it.’

you smile and plant a kiss on his neck. "may the best player win." you whisper.

"oh, he will." he breathes.

"honey, you can come out now!" you call.

taerae enters the sitting room to find the lights dimmed and a chair placed in the middle of the room. you are nowhere to be seen.

"jagi, where are you?" he calls back, mildly puzzled.

"you'll see plenty of me in a second," you chirp with a grin from the adjoining room. 'sit in the chair and wait in the meanwhile.'

he takes his place and laughs quietly to himself, anticipating to see what you've prepared. you had a habit of surprising him but he was sure he wouldn't fall for it this time being determined to win the game.

well, he was sure in for a ride.

all of a sudden, he hears music filling the room. the speakers were playing a song from all corners of the space. he looks around bemused.

"jagi?" he calls out.

showtime.

"yes?" you reply innocently, stepping into the doorway.

taerae's eyes widen with shock for a second, then he bites his lip with a smile, throwing his head back with a chuckle knowing that he's already in danger of losing by how his cock is twitching in his pants just at the sight of you.

you stand before him dressed in a baby tee and plaid micro mini skirt, white thigh high socks and platform heels. the only accessories you wore were a kitty headband and a white garter with a bow around your thigh. much of you was on show not leaving a lot to the imagination; although taerae's imagination right now was running wild. you smile, knowing this outfit would drive him crazy.

you knew that your gamer boyfriend was secretly into the stereotypical sexy female twitch streamer getup despite him insisting he was different. after all, he was still a man. and you were going to play this to your advantage to win the game. you were going to give him an agonizing lap dance.

you strut slowly towards him and circle around his chair while caressing his shoulder. he places his hand on top of yours as you brush it across his hoodie, to which you remove your hand immediately.

"no touching yet." you whisper, waggling a finger at him mischievously.

taerae bites his lip and covers his face with his hands, knowing that having to sit still while you give him a lap dance barely clothed might actually make him cum in his pants if he doesn't control himself. his cock was already throbbing like crazy.

all he could think about right now was how fucking sexy you looked in that outfit. like a present wrapped up for him with that bow around your thigh. he wanted nothing more than to fuck you in this getup, removing your garter with his teeth. bending you over and sliding your panties aside before thrusting his throbbing erection into your core, watching you teeter in those stilettos...

but here he stayed sat on the chair as you tortured him with your wily charms. he sits on his hands purely because he wasn't sure he could refrain from touching you if he didn't.

now slowly, more deliberately, you strut to the back of his chair and run your hand along his chest where you can momentarily feel his heart pounding, tracing your fingertips up along his neck then pulling his head back with a tug to his hair. you exhale warm breath onto his exposed neck before gently kissing him below the lobe then nibbling on his ear.

"fuck." taerae breathes, fighting not to let out a moan.

he was struggling to keep his resolve as you knew exactly how to make him crumble- by targeting his erogenous zone. the tingling sensation of your breath on his neck and your gentle nibbles on his earlobe drives him insane, exhaling shakily with his eyes closed. he swallows nervously and purses his lips together.

you release him with a smile, continuing to circle round with your hand tracing his other shoulder, down to his chest, then his thigh, till you stand before him. you place your leg between his thighs, stiletto resting on the polished oak of the chair. then grazing his inner thigh with your foot. he clenches his teeth in desperation, using all the power in him to not forfeit the game and fuck you right in this chair.

you draw your hand up your thigh beginning at the knee, brushing past the lacy garter. taerae's gaze follows your touch; your panties were visible as your skirt hiked up past your thighs. he stared with longing at your parted thighs, wanting nothing more than to grab them and bury his head between them..

you lift his chin with a finger forcing him to look away from your leg and at your face.

"look at me, baby." you whisper.

he nods in submission, prompting a tingle to spread through your center at the yearning look in his eyes. you step back and begin to dance for him, letting the music wash over you as you sway your hips, flip your hair and draw out every movement so his eyes linger on the arch of your back and your tantalising ass peeking out from under that micro mini skirt. taerae watches you intently, entranced and still struggling to ignore the aching bulge in his pants.

"you're determined to win this, huh?" he rasps.

"of course." you reply, cocking your head to the side and grinning.

running a hand through your hair, you amble slowly towards your tortured lover. then straddle him in the chair, legs either side of him with your chest in his face. he swallows nervously at your proximity, gazing up at you with longing.

“you can touch me if you want,” you whisper.

he runs his fingers up the side of your exposed waist, making you shiver gently. you begin to move your hips, grinding against his clothed cock and feeling it graze your center. you bite your lip to stifle a moan, the both of you engaging in a torturous battle of restraint; you weren’t sure who’d lose.

you continue to undulate against him and lean down to plant kisses on his neck. you suck and nibble at the smooth skin, peppering his neck with splotchy red love bites. he lets out a shaky breath and you feel his cock twitch. gingerly, he palms your breast, long fingers running across your nipple and squeezing gently. you let out a soft moan against his neck and retract, gazing into his eyes as your chests rise and fall against eachother. you feel yourself start to lose focus and remember suddenly to maintain your resolve, breaking the moment of catharsis by planting a kiss on his full lips and leaving his lap.

knowing your ass looked great in this skirt, you decided to tease him further by facing away and bending over slightly, tracing your fingertips down the back of your thighs, shaking it a little with a giggle. you can practically hear him stop breathing trying to control himself.

placing your hands on the arms of the chair, you flick your hair while swaying your ass side to side before sitting in his lap, this time pushing your clouded thoughts aside determined to win the game. you hook your arm around his neck and begin to grind again, slower but more firmly this time. rolling your hips and feeling his erection poking your ass as you move against it. you brush your other hand across your chest as you lose yourself in the movements.

"jagi... please.." he rasps in your ear.

pretending not to hear his plea, you give yourself a sly smile and rise from his lap.

then you sink down to your knees in front of him looking up at him with pseudo innocence.

"please what, baby? are you asking for something?" you ask, batting your lashes.

"touch me. let me touch you. please... so hard." he groans, clenching his jaw and throwing his head back in agitation.

"someone looks bothered. let's see if we can get rid of some of that tension." you reply wily.

you rub his thighs with your hands, deliberately avoiding his cock to avoid breaking the rules. he exhales shakily. you smile, finally deciding to reward him for holding out this long.

"you've done so well, baby. let me make you feel good." you whisper.

you pull down his pants enough so his erection springs out, tip leaking a bead of precum. even though you were trying to assert dominance right now, the sight of him this hard made you suddenly aware of the wetness building between your thighs.

you reach under the chair for the stopwatch you had placed there and hold it facing towards him.

"let's start." you say, and press the 'go' button.

taking a moment to push your hair back, you take his cock into your hand and spit on it before stroking it gently. you gaze up into his eyes and slowly lick along the dorsal vein at a painstaking pace. his cock twitches in your hand as if it calls out for more. starting at the shaft, you plant sloppy kisses all the way up his length till you reach his angry pink tip, then deepthroat him. taerae lets out a deep moan, the feeling of his cock all the way down your warm throat sending tingles down his spine.

you swirl your tongue around his tip to lick up the leaking precum before slowly sucking him off, your mouth travelling halfway down before coming up again. he looks down at you with a dark gaze, pupils focused on you intently.

you begin to suck him off more intensely, starting off slow then progressively getting faster, sloppily spitting all over his cock making a warm sticky mess all over the both of you. you watch as the saliva runs down his length; it momentarily remains a string suspended in air between your lips and his cock, and as you jerk him off it makes a delectable sound.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "doing so well, baby. you look so hot right now drooling all over my dick."

you smile in satisfaction and carry on. you pick up the pace, head bobbing up and down rapidly as you suck him off with your ass jiggling in time with your movements. you deepthroat him again and stay there for a couple seconds, moaning so the vibrations from your throat send him into a new plane of ecstasy. your eyes water slightly from the pressure but you continue at a slowly increasing speed, feeling him get closer to climax as his groans of pleasure grow louder.

then your final weapon. you enclose your lips around his tip while your hand remains wrapped around his length, and suck.

"f-fuck. oh my god. fuck." he breathes, stuttering from the sheer stimulation. your lips targeting the most sensitive part of his cock while you jerk him off sloppily drives him insane. he screws his eyes shut and moans.

"i'm close," he pants. you maintain the pace and carry on sucking and licking the smooth head of his cock, making eye contact with him once again.

and he shatters.

with a deep grunt, he cums, hot fluid spurting all over your tongue. you slow down the movements of your hand and suck his tip clean of every last drop of cum, then swallow, releasing his cock from your mouth with a pop. you move the hair out of your eyes, slightly out of breath and panting.

he looks down at the scene before him: his cock covered in a mix of spit and precum, your chin covered in saliva, cheeks red and lipstick smudged. he holds your chin and wipes a smear of pink away with his thumb.

"have to give this one to you, baby. you never fail to surprise me." he laughs wearily as you gaze at eachother.

taerae's face is flushed and his pupils waver from side to side as you kneel before him a mess. hair tangled, makeup smudged...

you hold up the stopwatch.

"five minutes twelve seconds. think you can beat it?"

he takes a moment to regard you, then smiles, leaning forward in his chair with a knowing expression.

what you didn't know was that taerae was just as competitive as you- if not more. and while you had gone above and beyond his expectations right now, he still had something in store for you that would have you folding immediately.

planning, organising, calculating like a true 'T' on how to give you the fastest orgasm of your life. you didn't stand a chance. he smirks at you with an air of utmost confidence, caressing your cheek.

"i think you'll be surprised at what i have in store for you, jagi," he breathes in a deep voice.

and you find yourself a little thrown off by his sudden resolve, thinking you hadn't crumbled him to dust as finely as you thought you had. but overwhelmingly what you felt right now was... lust.

his dimples appearing as he flashes that sly smirk, eyes filled with competitiveness and that quiet confidence that made you very aware of how your core was soaking wet and throbbing.

noticing your expression, taerae chuckles again and leans forward so your faces are only inches apart.

"let's see what you have to say to my plan." he whispers in your ear.

*and the game continues…*

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arafilez · 1 year ago

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੭୧ ⼂ SPECKS OF LOVE ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ ktr x fem!reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff 𓏧 kissing in rain is too impractical according to him...well too bad ㅤㅤ warnings kissing ㅤ﹢ㅤ1.1k wc ㅤ𓏧ㅤ req

Rain has always easily been your favourite from childhood. So much that even with all windows closed you could tell when it falls, simply by the smell of the fresh ground hit by the rain. You loved sitting by the window, tracing the raindrops on the glass, reading a book or simply just looking outside.

Today was no exception as you feel the cool breeze hit your face from the open windows and look over to see a drizzle outside. After a week of continuous heat, the cool weather makes your mind infinitely better as you sway lightly to the soft music in the speakers.

You gasp lightly and then giggle when you feel Taerae’s hand wrap around your waist as he nuzzles his face in your neck mumbling, “Morning.” You lean your head against his, the familiar scent encasing your senses making you smile in bliss as your slow rhythmic heartbeats and music take over the room.

“Morning sleepyhead, did you freshen up?” you ask, stroking his hair lightly and he nods against your neck. Taerae is not even sleepy but your appearance and your mood in the morning have walked all over his senses as soon as he walked in and it just makes him want to hold you more.

Still holding you he gets up from your shoulder and pecks you on the lips taking you by surprise and says, “You look particularly happy today.” You stare at the man incredulously making him smile with his adorable dimples.

You kiss his dimple and say, “Well, when I am not sweating through every pore of my body it makes me happy,” he lets out a loud laugh at your sentence and you continue sighing softly, “Plus, it is raining!”

“Yes, it is, the roads will be slippery today,” he says making you scoff and roll your eyes saying, “Okay extreme S we get it.” He shrugs lightly as he sways along the music with you, hands still not leaving your waist and he asks, “You love rain don’t you?”

“I think it attaches well with lots of emotions,” you hum, eyes training on the raindrops accumulating in the glass window and you continue, “Like it is romantic and if you wanna step up a notch, kissing in the rain is absolutely my dream.”

“Well, that’s,” he pauses, looking everywhere but your eyes as you look at him questioningly before he sighs and continues, “Impractical.” “What?” you whisper, gasping a tad bit too dramatically but it was worth it as you bite back a smile seeing Taerae’s deadpan look.

“How could you not like kissing in the rain Kim Taerae? It is romantic and I will prove it to you,” you say swinging the butter knife in the air rather carelessly as you try to explain to him. He holds your hand, gently making you put the knife down and chuckles. “Woah, baby why did we transfer to government names?”

You swiftly turn around in his arms and poke a finger at his chest saying, “Because you mister do not think kissing in the rain is romantic.” He scrunches his face a little at your cute act before saying, “I am just saying it is not worth it, you can catch a cold with it. Also, there is nothing special about it.”

You face-palm yourself before putting out the two toasts from the toaster and turning towards him again.

“You know what, I will prove it to you right now,” you say tearing yourself out of his eye contact before dragging him by his hands. He whines loudly, starting all over again how utterly stupid it is and how you two will catch a cold but you turn a deaf ear as you turn the lock of your main door.

Taerae relents into your shenanigans, partly because he knows it was useless to go against you and mainly because as much as he finds it impractical and unrealistic he is a man in love and thus would do all kinds of stupid things for you and you only.

You pull him outside as he rolls his eyes at you but walks with you anyway to the small garden in front. The rain has increased a bit from before and it soaks his shirt and yours as you two stand face to face now. Water feels heavy on your eyelids as you realise how you did not plan this well at all.

Now that you are outside you realise you did not think this through. Standing awkwardly with the rain pelting your skin and rolling down your cheeks, you look at Taerae and blink slowly. He chuckles seeing your flustered state and says, “Well, prove it.” You release a small noise of desperation from your throat looking anywhere but him as he grins cheekily saying, “If you can’t prove it we should just go inside because you know we will catch a cold and then we need to take meds, and rest, unable to move for days-“

He knows he has accomplished what he wants as you pull him by the collar and kiss him wanting him to shut up with his boring sentences. Your eyes widen at your own actions but Taerae is quick to act, melting into the kiss as you close your eyes too. Your lips move in a lazy rhythm as he holds your hand and your cheek making you clutch his shirt.

Water drips down your lips, getting into the kiss and making it messy but all the better as your mind goes into a form of haze with the rain in the background. The scent of the ground in the rain, your soaked bodies pressed together, his hand that has slipped from your cheeks and is tracing along the side of your body down to your waist makes it feel so surreal.

As you part, a little breathless from the kiss, you watch the raindrops sitting on his eyelashes as he looks at you through eyes clouded with a multitude of emotions. Your clothes are fully soaked and Taerae’s cold fingers on your bare skin under your t-shirt make a shiver pass down your spine as he licks his lips to devoid it of any rainwater and to reminisce the aftertaste of the kiss.

He looks at you and watches the specks of rain on your face, making you sparkle in a whole different light in his eyes. The tinge of warmth creeping on your skin at his gaze and the flush on your neck makes him lose more and more of his sanity with each passing second.

“I- I don’t know,” you start but he doesn’t let you speak as he pulls you towards him and your noses bump lightly from the contact. His lips fall over yours, an addiction he can never comprehend and an incomparable taste as he holds you close in the pouring rain.

Yes, he may be realistic but this impractical thing is so much better with you!

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