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guys do you think I’m dry 😔😔😔

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GOLDEN BOY

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝟎𝟔 ⭐ the class president would bruise his knuckles for you

양정원& fem!reader wc: 576 cw: minor violence, emotional distress

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MANA: happy belated birthday sru @bywons ^^

Everyone knew Yang Jungwon.

Top of the class, polished speeches. Every mother in town wanted their son to be like him. The golden boy, class president—the one everyone admired from afar.

So why was there a commotion about Yang Jungwon throwing punches in the school hallway?

The hallway was crowded the second you arrived, the sounds of grunts and gasps filling the atmosphere.

You pushed your way through the crowd, every part of you hoping that it wasn't true, that it wasn't him.

But when you finally broke through, there he was: Jungwon, wiping blood from his lip, while the other guy was being dragged away by his friends.

You were livid.

Actually shaking.

''Are you insane!?'' you snapped, storming toward him. His knuckles were raw, and he wouldn’t even look at you.

''Not now,'' he muttered, jaw tight, voice rough.

You didn't care.

You grabbed his wrist—gently, but firmly—you pulled him away from the crowd without another word. He didn't resist, just followed with his eyes on the floor.

The hallway buzzed behind you, but you were focused on getting him to the nurse's office, heart pounding with a mix of concern and anger.

''Do you even realize how stupid that was?'' you hissed under your breath as you turned a corner. ''Fighting? In the hallway? What were you thinking?''

''I told you,'' he muttered, voice low, ''not now.''

You shot him a glare. ''Not now, my ass.''

He flinched—just barely, but said nothing.

By the time you both reached the nurse's office, it was empty. You pulled him inside, made him sit on the cot, and started going through the first-aid kit like you were about to perform surgery.

''Sit still,'' you snapped, even if he hadn't even moved.

You knelt in front of him, dabbing antiseptic onto a cotton pad. He winced when you pressed it to his lip, and for the first time he looked at you—really looked.

There was something behind his eyes.

Something you couldn't read.

''You're lucky they didn't call your parents,'' you muttered, trying to keep your touch gentle. ''Or suspend you.''

''I don't care,'' he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You stopped.

For just a second, all the frustration turned into something else—something heavier.

''That's not like you,'' you said, softer now. ''You do care—you always do. So what now?''

He didn't answer right away, just looked down.

''I couldn't just stand there,'' he said finally. ''Not when he was running his dirty mouth about you.''

You blinked. ''What?''

He wouldn't look at you now, his jaw visibly clenched.

You stared at him, all the previous anger caught in your throat.

''Jungwon..'' you said, your voice soft.

''I didn't plan to,'' he said quietly. ''I wasn't trying to be reckless or give you a bad image of me.''

Your breath got caught.

Cause this wasn't the polished Jungwon everyone knew.

It was someone who cared.

Cared about you.

You reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, letting your fingers linger for just a second too long.

''You're such an idiot,'' you whispered, eyes watering, but there was no venom in your voice now—just the ache of affection you’d been swallowing for far too long.

A soft, crooked smile tugged at his lips.

''Yeah,'' he murmured. ''But I’d do it again.''

Everyone knew Yang Jungwon.

But only you really knew him.

And that was something no one else could ever touch.

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is it the right time to say that I have stalked ur accpunt befroe

I’ve stalked yours too 😔😔 love the rich man theme

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moot i might spam reply to ur smau im #bingereading rn

did I tell your I’m literally your #1 fan and I’m in love with you 

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COMPLICATED AS USUAL @k-films

(🗝️) ⎯⎯ IDENTITY CRISIS⋆! sim jaeyun ♡ ⊹ cw. kms jokes, slightly suggestive, make out scene, name calling, food and kinda stupid jake, smoking, taking pictures, kinda 16+ kisses are completely consensual read this post for full triggers and warnings , unedited. ⸝⸝GALLERY ✧ previous. (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵) ↺ next. tags <3 @jakeslvt @yinkissd

she was still pissed. no livid sounded more like it. the sheer audacity of sim jaeyun to write her some half-baked, ai-generated apology after her literally ruined her love life , and then tack on a smug little “just admit you want me” at the end like he hadn’t just embarrassed himself in 4k.

so yeah, maybe it was her fault for daring him, but she hadn’t actually thought he’d go through with it.

until now.

“unbelievable,” she breathed, cigarette halfway to her lips. smoke puffed out of her mouth in shock as jaeyun shut the door to her bedroom behind him, leaned his back against it like he was sealing them in, and gave her that irritatingly serious look.

“i’m here to fulfill your bet,” he announced dramatically, “since you questioned my masculinity.”

y/n stared at him, exhaling another stream of smoke. “i’m so confused right now,” she rasped, her voice rough from nicotine. “what exactly are you doing here?”

he grinned, cocky and reckless. “i’m here to kiss your stupid face. like you told me to, dumbass.”

her cigarette nearly fell from her fingers. “what?! are you insane? get out before i tell heeseung. and my dad. and literally everyone who could beat your ass six ways to sunday.” she squinted at him, puffing smoke straight into his smug little face. “plus, you’re literally the biggest twink i know. the biggest. you don’t even care about being emasculated, so what the hell are you trying to prove?”

he fanned the smoke away, coughing once but still smirking like an idiot. “trying to prove i’m not scared of you.”

“you should be,” she shot back, taking a long drag, “because if you so much as breathe in my direction again, i’ll ash this cigarette on your forehead.”

he scoffed, pulling his phone out like it was the most natural thing in the world, and before she could even blink click.

the shutter sound echoed and her eyes widened. “hey! don’t take photos! - are you insane?” she snapped, waving the cigarette like a tiny weapon.

jaeyun grinned, tilting the screen toward her just to taunt. “what? it’s aesthetic. very you, stealing your dads cigs and smoking them whenever your parents and horang go down to seoul without you .”

she practically lunged for his phone, smoke curling around her like some furious cartoon character. “delete it now, or i swear to god, i’ll put this cigarette out on your camera lens.

he held the phone just out of reach, laughing. “relax, piggy. it’s for my private collection.”

“private collection?! oh my god, you’re sick and perverted, can you just imagine how wrong this sounds !.” she puffed another cloud of smoke directly into his face on purpose this time, grinning when he coughed. “there. enjoy that for your collection, creep.”

he wheezed dramatically, fanning the air. “you’re gonna give me lung cancer by association.”

“good,” she said sweetly, plopping back on her bed with a smirk. “maybe then you’ll stop showing up uninvited.”

jaeyun sat on her childhood bed that somehow was long enough to fit her like he owned the place, phone still clutched in his hand. “bruh, just give me a little peck. that’s it. that’s all i need, bro, and I’ll literally scidadle out of here”

y/n blinked at him, cigarette halfway to her lips again. “…no?!” she said, her voice going high-pitched in disbelief. “why are you even so desperate for this? what the hell is actually wrong with you?”

he shrugged, grinning like an idiot. “you told me to man up. i’m just being a man of my word. consistency matters.”

she scoffed, flicking ash into the tray. “consistency? jaeyun, the only thing you’ve been consistent at is being the biggest pain in my ass since we were six. calling me piggy, stealing my milk cartons, and now barging into my room asking for what?- a pity kiss?”

“not a pity kiss,” he corrected, shaking his head deadly serious. “a victory kiss. i want the record to show that i won this fight.”

she laughed out loud, sharp, incredulous. “you think me kissing you equals you winning? that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard in my life.”

he smirked, leaning closer like he was daring her to shove him away. “then prove me wrong.” but all he got was a slap to his face it wasn’t that hard - bless y/ns palm.

she scoffed, blowing a thin stream of smoke toward him. “have you never been kissed before in your life?”

his expression didn’t even waver. “no. actually never.”

her jaw dropped, eyes narrowing. “what a load of bullshit.”

“i’m being serious!” he protested, hands lifting like he was swearing on a bible.

she leaned back on the bed, eyeing him like he was the dumbest creature alive. “have you tried kissing guys? i think you’re into them.”

his ears went a little red, but his mouth was quicker than his brain. “no?! i mean… me and jay sometimes do it for fun—”

“gross!” she cut him off, gagging dramatically, flicking ash into the tray like the conversation itself was a war crime jaeyun kissing jongseong out of all people ? she’d rather see him kiss sunghoon . . “god, jaeyun, you actually are deranged.”

he rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “you literally asked…”

“yeah, and i instantly regretted it,” she snapped, stubbing out the cigarette with finality.

she was makimg gagging faces, waving her hand in front of her like she could physically erase the words from the air.

“what’s wrong?” jaeyun asked, half-grinning laying back on her bed which unfortunately he was too long for compared to y/n.

“i’m trying to get the image out of my mind,” she groaned, pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead like she was traumatized.

his grin widened. “don’t tell me you actually believed that? oh my god…. you’re so gullible.”

her head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “wait.. so you’re telling me you didn’t-“

“of course not!” he laughed, leaning against her desk like he hadn’t just messed with her sanity. “me and jay? come on. i just wanted to see you squirm.”

“you’re disgusting,” she hissed, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it at his face, she really wished she could suffocate him right now.

he caught it easily, still smiling like the devil himself. “admit it you were jealous.”

“jealous?!” she nearly shrieked, grabbing another pillow. “i was repulsed, you absolute freak.”

he yawned “I’ve heard much worse .”

“god, i think you’re having an identity crisis, sim jaeyun! there’s no way you want to kiss me . I mean- i mean you said I don’t take showers and I smell like a snotty nose literally last week.”she snapped, glaring at him over the cigarette she’d just relit, that smug asshole was getting cosy on her bed whilst pissing her off.

he just shrugged, unbothered. “yeah, so? fix me then.”

she froze, blinking at him like he’d grown a second head. “fix you? what am i your therapist?”

“more like my emotional support cigarette monster,” he shot back, grinning. why were insults like a child

her jaw dropped. “you did not just call me that—”

“oh, i did,” he said, smug as ever, taking a dramatic step closer. “now c’mon, doctor lee, diagnose me.”

she scoffed bending over to see face to face and puffed smoke right into his face again. “easy. you’re an idiot.”

he coughed, fanning the air, still smiling through it. “mm, accurate. treatment plan?”

she smirked, leaning back with her arms crossed. “yeah. get out of my room before i throw you out the window.”

she had ashed the cigarette rolling her eyes at the absurdity of this human being, when he turned over on her bed to meet the view of her bedside where the ashtray sat and leaned in a little too close, his grin turning downright evil and she could feel the breath on her arm

“can you puff smoke into my mouth when you kiss me, pretty please??” he asked, voice high-pitched and sugary, like a child begging for candy.

she froze, staring at him like he’d just suggested ritual sacrifice. “…you’re actually the worst person alive.”

he just blinked innocently. “what? sharing is caring.”

“sharing secondhand lung disease, maybe,” she shot back, flicking ash dangerously close to his sleeve. “and by the way, who the hell asks for a nicotine-powered kiss? are you trying to invent new ways to be disgusting? or are you just a perv?”

“yeah,” he said proudly, leaning his cheek on his hand like this was normal conversation. “innovative king, that’s me.”

she groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “i swear to god, jaeyun, i’m gonna need therapy just from talking to you.”

“good,” he smirked. “then you can tell your therapist your first kiss was cinematic as hell.”

she gasped, scandalized. “who the hell said i was kissing you at all?!”

but then she stared at him for a long moment, cigarette burning between her fingers, watching the way he’d somehow made himself comfortable on her bed like he belonged there. sprawled out against her pillows with that stupid, expectant grin, phone still in his hand like he was documenting every second of this ridiculous standoff.

“you’re actually insane,” she muttered, but something in her voice had shifted. less sharp, more… curious.

“probably,” he agreed, not moving an inch but relaxing in a way . “but you’re still here.”

she took another drag, exhaling slowly as she studied him. maybe it was the nicotine buzz, or maybe it was the way he was looking at her not smug anymore, but almost… vulnerable? like he was actually nervous under all that bravado.

“this is so stupid,” she said under her breath, but she was already moving, stubbing out the cigarette and climbing onto the bed.

his eyes widened slightly as she positioned herself over him, knees on either side of his waist. “wait, are you actually—”

“shut up,” she said, lighting another cigarette with shaking hands. “if we’re doing this, we’re doing it your weird, gross way.”

she took a long drag, holding the smoke in her lungs as she leaned down toward him. his breath caught, and for a moment she almost laughed at how his cocky expression had completely disappeared, replaced by something between shock and anticipation but she couldn’t face the exhilarating sensation in her stomach that also made her a little sick.

she pressed her lips to his, exhaling the smoke directly into his mouth. he made a small, surprised sound against her lips, his hands instinctively coming up to her waist as he inhaled what she gave him.

what started as her calling his bluff somehow shifted into something else entirely. his lips were softer than she’d expected, and when he kissed her backtentative at first, then with growing confidence she found herself forgetting why she’d been angry in the first place.

the cigarette fell from her fingers, forgotten, as he deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in her hair while the other pulled her closer. she could taste the smoke they’d shared, could feel his heartbeat racing beneath her palms pressed flat against his chest he smelt like vanilla and sandlewood.

she was just thinking this was the most ridiculous way to have a first kiss when the bedroom door flew open with a bang.

“hey, y/n, mom wants to give you this because aunt-”

heeseung stood frozen in the doorway, his expression cycling rapidly from confusion to horror to absolute rage he’d completely dropped that lunch box his mom made for her supposedly isolated niece .

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU KISSING JAEYUN AND -?!” He almost fainted “ - IS THAT A CIGARETTE!”

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COMPLICATED AS USUAL @k-films

(🗝️) ⎯⎯ IDENTITY CRISIS⋆! sim jaeyun ♡ ⊹ cw. kms jokes, slightly suggestive, make out scene, name calling, food and kinda stupid jake, smoking, kinda 16+ kisses are completely consensual read this post for full triggers and warnings , unedited. ⸝⸝GALLERY ✧ previous. (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵) ↺ next. tags <3 @jakeslvt @yinkissd

she was still pissed. no livid sounded more like it. the sheer audacity of sim jaeyun to write her some half-baked, ai-generated apology after he literally ruined her love life forced her out of her delusions, and then tack on a smug little “just admit you want me” at the end like he hadn’t just embarrassed himself in 4k.

so yeah, maybe it was her fault for daring him, but she hadn’t actually thought he’d go through with it.

until now.

“unbelievable,” she breathed, cigarette halfway to her lips. smoke puffed out of her mouth in shock as jaeyun shut the door to her bedroom behind him, leaned his back against it like he was sealing them in, and gave her that irritatingly serious look.

“i’m here to fulfill your bet,” he announced dramatically, “since you questioned my masculinity.”

y/n stared at him, exhaling another stream of smoke. “i’m so confused right now,” she rasped, her voice rough from nicotine. “what exactly are you doing here?”

he grinned, cocky and reckless. “i’m here to kiss your stupid face. like you told me to, dumbass.”

her cigarette nearly fell from her fingers. “what?! are you insane? get out before i tell heeseung. and my dad. and literally everyone who could beat your ass six ways to sunday.” she squinted at him, puffing smoke straight into his smug little face. “plus, you’re literally the biggest twink i know. the biggest. you don’t even care about being emasculated, so what the hell are you trying to prove?”

he fanned the smoke away, coughing once but still smirking like an idiot. “trying to prove i’m not scared of you.”

“you should be,” she shot back, taking a long drag, “because if you so much as breathe in my direction again, i’ll ash this cigarette on your forehead.”

he scoffed, pulling his phone out like it was the most natural thing in the world, and before she could even blink click.

the shutter sound echoed and her eyes widened. “hey! don’t take photos! - are you insane?” she snapped, waving the cigarette like a tiny weapon.

jaeyun grinned, tilting the screen toward her just to taunt. “what? it’s aesthetic. very you, stealing your dads cigs and smoking them whenever your parents and horang go down to seoul without you .”

she practically lunged for his phone, smoke curling around her like some furious cartoon character. “delete it now, or i swear to god, i’ll put this cigarette out on your camera lens.

he held the phone just out of reach, laughing. “relax, piggy. it’s for my private collection.”

“private collection?! oh my god, you’re sick and perverted, can you just imagine how wrong this sounds !.” she puffed another cloud of smoke directly into his face on purpose this time, grinning when he coughed. “there. enjoy that for your collection, creep.”

he wheezed dramatically, fanning the air. “you’re gonna give me lung cancer by association.”

“good,” she said sweetly, plopping back on her bed with a smirk. “maybe then you’ll stop showing up uninvited.”

jaeyun sat on her childhood bed that somehow was long enough to fit her like he owned the place, phone still clutched in his hand. “bruh, just give me a little peck. that’s it. that’s all i need, bro, and I’ll literally scidadle out of here”

y/n blinked at him, cigarette halfway to her lips again. “…no?!” she said, her voice going high-pitched in disbelief. “why are you even so desperate for this? what the hell is actually wrong with you?”

he shrugged, grinning like an idiot. “you told me to man up. i’m just being a man of my word. consistency matters.”

she scoffed, flicking ash into the tray. “consistency? jaeyun, the only thing you’ve been consistent at is being the biggest pain in my ass since we were six. calling me piggy, stealing my milk cartons, and now barging into my room asking for what?- a pity kiss?”

“not a pity kiss,” he corrected, shaking his head deadly serious. “a victory kiss. i want the record to show that i won this fight.”

she laughed out loud, sharp, incredulous. “you think me kissing you equals you winning? that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard in my life.”

he smirked, leaning closer like he was daring her to shove him away. “then prove me wrong.” but all he got was a slap to his face it wasn’t that hard - bless y/ns palm.

she scoffed, blowing a thin stream of smoke toward him. “have you never been kissed before in your life?”

his expression didn’t even waver. “no. actually never.”

her jaw dropped, eyes narrowing. “what a load of bullshit.”

“i’m being serious!” he protested, hands lifting like he was swearing on a bible.

she leaned back on the bed, eyeing him like he was the dumbest creature alive. “have you tried kissing guys? i think you’re into them.”

his ears went a little red, but his mouth was quicker than his brain. “no?! i mean… me and jay sometimes do it for fun—”

“gross!” she cut him off, gagging dramatically, flicking ash into the tray like the conversation itself was a war crime jaeyun kissing jongseong out of all people ? she’d rather see him kiss sunghoon . . “god, jaeyun, you actually are deranged.”

he rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “you literally asked…”

“yeah, and i instantly regretted it,” she snapped, stubbing out the cigarette with finality.

she was makimg gagging faces, waving her hand in front of her like she could physically erase the words from the air.

“what’s wrong?” jaeyun asked, half-grinning laying back on her bed which unfortunately he was too long for compared to y/n.

“i’m trying to get the image out of my mind,” she groaned, pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead like she was traumatized.

his grin widened. “don’t tell me you actually believed that? oh my god…. you’re so gullible.”

her head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “wait.. so you’re telling me you didn’t-“

“of course not!” he laughed, leaning against her desk like he hadn’t just messed with her sanity. “me and jay? come on. i just wanted to see you squirm.”

“you’re disgusting,” she hissed, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it at his face, she really wished she could suffocate him right now.

he caught it easily, still smiling like the devil himself. “admit it you were jealous.”

“jealous?!” she nearly shrieked, grabbing another pillow. “i was repulsed, you absolute freak.”

he yawned “I’ve heard much worse .”

“god, i think you’re having an identity crisis, sim jaeyun! there’s no way you want to kiss me . I mean- i mean you said I don’t take showers and I smell like a snotty nose literally last week.”she snapped, glaring at him over the cigarette she’d just relit, that smug asshole was getting cosy on her bed whilst pissing her off.

he just shrugged, unbothered. “yeah, so? fix me then.”

she froze, blinking at him like he’d grown a second head. “fix you? what am i your therapist?”

“more like my emotional support cigarette monster,” he shot back, grinning. why were insults like a child

her jaw dropped. “you did not just call me that—”

“oh, i did,” he said, smug as ever, taking a dramatic step closer. “now c’mon, doctor lee, diagnose me.”

she scoffed bending over to see face to face and puffed smoke right into his face again. “easy. you’re an idiot.”

he coughed, fanning the air, still smiling through it. “mm, accurate. treatment plan?”

she smirked, leaning back with her arms crossed. “yeah. get out of my room before i throw you out the window.”

she had ashed the cigarette rolling her eyes at the absurdity of this human being, when he turned over on her bed to meet the view of her bedside where the ashtray sat and leaned in a little too close, his grin turning downright evil and she could feel the breath on her arm

“can you puff smoke into my mouth when you kiss me, pretty please??” he asked, voice high-pitched and sugary, like a child begging for candy.

she froze, staring at him like he’d just suggested ritual sacrifice. “…you’re actually the worst person alive.”

he just blinked innocently. “what? sharing is caring.”

“sharing secondhand lung disease, maybe,” she shot back, flicking ash dangerously close to his sleeve. “and by the way, who the hell asks for a nicotine-powered kiss? are you trying to invent new ways to be disgusting? or are you just a perv?”

“yeah,” he said proudly, leaning his cheek on his hand like this was normal conversation. “innovative king, that’s me.”

she groaned, dragging her hands down her face. “i swear to god, jaeyun, i’m gonna need therapy just from talking to you.”

“good,” he smirked. “then you can tell your therapist your first kiss was cinematic as hell.”

she gasped, scandalized. “who the hell said i was kissing you at all?!”

but then she stared at him for a long moment, cigarette burning between her fingers, watching the way he’d somehow made himself comfortable on her bed like he belonged there. sprawled out against her pillows with that stupid, expectant grin, phone still in his hand like he was documenting every second of this ridiculous standoff.

“you’re actually insane,” she muttered, but something in her voice had shifted. less sharp, more… curious.

“probably,” he agreed, not moving an inch but relaxing in a way . “but you’re still here.”

she took another drag, exhaling slowly as she studied him. maybe it was the nicotine buzz, or maybe it was the way he was looking at her not smug anymore, but almost… vulnerable? like he was actually nervous under all that bravado.

“this is so stupid,” she said under her breath, but she was already moving, stubbing out the cigarette and climbing onto the bed.

his eyes widened slightly as she positioned herself over him, knees on either side of his waist. “wait, are you actually—”

“shut up,” she said, lighting another cigarette with shaking hands. “if we’re doing this, we’re doing it your weird, gross way.”

she took a long drag, holding the smoke in her lungs as she leaned down toward him. his breath caught, and for a moment she almost laughed at how his cocky expression had completely disappeared, replaced by something between shock and anticipation but she couldn’t face the exhilarating sensation in her stomach that also made her a little sick.

she pressed her lips to his, exhaling the smoke directly into his mouth. he made a small, surprised sound against her lips, his hands instinctively coming up to her waist as he inhaled what she gave him.

what started as her calling his bluff somehow shifted into something else entirely. his lips were softer than she’d expected, and when he kissed her backtentative at first, then with growing confidence she found herself forgetting why she’d been angry in the first place.

the cigarette fell from her fingers, forgotten, as he deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in her hair while the other pulled her closer. she could taste the smoke they’d shared, could feel his heartbeat racing beneath her palms pressed flat against his chest he smelt like vanilla and sandlewood.

she was just thinking this was the most ridiculous way to have a first kiss when the bedroom door flew open with a bang.

“hey, y/n, mom wants to give you this because aunt-”

heeseung stood frozen in the doorway, his expression cycling rapidly from confusion to horror to absolute rage he’d completely dropped that lunch box his mom made for her supposedly isolated niece .

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU KISSING JAEYUN AND -?!” He almost fainted “ - IS THAT A CIGARETTE!”

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BF HEADCANNONS! ✶ PARK SUNGHOON

SYN. sunghoon as your cute loser bf!!

(𝕰𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋) . 박성훈 x fem!reader ✶ 2.1K . . . 運命 fluff, est relationship, idol hoon, mention of living together, skinship, pet names, #뮤직… CUE!

note . this got so long and i kinda think this is my favorite (besides the riki one) i just love sunghoon so bad and these send off videos arent helping

💥 TAGLIST OPEN!

001. would be one of those bfs that are SHIT at debriefing

he tells you drama like it’s the most uninteresting thing on this planet earth, and you know what, good for him! not good for you though, because he mentioned that his sisters ex-boyfriend texted her again and you have been dying to know more ever since. so next time he’s on the phone with her you really remind him to ask, but obviously, his ahh is so bad at relaying information that you get absolutely nothing from him

“did you ask her what happened? what is he saying? did she tell you everything?”

“yeah she showed me some screenshots. basically he’s just back in her life.”

“okay… how?”

“… i forgot”

“sunghoon i’m so sick of you deadass”

002. die hard fan of matching items

hot take, but i think he’s into more unsubtle forms of matching items. he obviously loves tiny matching trinkets with meanings behind them, but i also think he loves matching more “in-your-face” kind of things too. going out in the same colors, buying a shirt for you that’s a very similar variation of his, matching shoes and jewelry, etc. etc. he just gets infinitely happier wearing something that he knows you have too, and bonus points if you happen to wear your variation too… he’s blabbering about fate for the rest of the day

003. your face is on everything he owns

okay maybe not everything… but you’re almost everywhere when it comes to him!! in his phone case, there’s a selfie polaroid of him with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder from when you guys went camping together. his lockscreen is a picture of you smiling at him from ear to ear when he took you to a flower field. he has a photobooth picture of you two laughing and kissing sitting in his wallet. he has pictures of you in his car, he has pictures of you in his room, he has pictures of you in his studio and on his fridge; his members say you’re basically just his brand because you truly are everywhere

004. lets you walk him like a dog

a lot of people think because he has a pretty face he’s not the worlds biggest loser… fortunately for you, he is! the type to literally drop anything and do whatever you ask him to do. he would actually be doing something important when you call out for a hair tie-- that man will immediately detach from whatever he’s doing and not only get your hair tie, but also tie your hair for you. he has no time urgency for others when you tell him to do anything.

a lot of people also call him your lap dog cause he’s actually just holding your hand or standing behind you at parties in silence… yeah he’s does not play about you

005. LOVES physical touch (surprise?)

although physical touch wouldn’t be his main love language (strongly believes his acts of service means more than anything), he absolutely dies at every one of your touches. personally doesn’t prefer being touchy around other people, but if someone walks in on you two practically fused together on the couch, he’s not gonna shove you off of him. very nonchalantly touchy around the members, like giving you quick kisses on your temple while he gets up to put his dishes away, or giving you a quick tap on your butt as you pass him. he does get beet red when the members make fun of him or bring it up though-- he kinda just forgets that you two aren’t the only people on this planet

006. has the oddest sleeping habits you’ve ever seen

every night, you two go to bed with you always being the little spoon. and every night, you wake up a few hours later to see your boyfriend sleeping like a sick victorian child with half the sheets on the ground and only covering his upper body. you have an entire folder of pictures you took of sunghoon sleeping in odd positions: sometimes he’s flat on his back with both his arms up and no blanket, sometimes his entire upperbody is quite literally on top of you… and it gets worse

his boyfriend twitches are also INSANE like… he’ll be in the most comfortable position ever (his favorite is when you’re both wrapped around each other while your head is tucked under his chin) and he’ll be twitching every ten seconds. you’re not really surprised since he’s constantly dancing and working out, but the twitching still makes you laugh every time. you brought it up to him once and he vehemently denied it… but you know….

007. lets you do whatever trend with him

his personal favorites that you dragged him into: taking turns using each others bodies as weights and doing different workouts challenge, that trend where the bf lifts their gf with one hand, and the bow on his biceps

you saw the tiktok trend where people tie bows around their boyfriends biceps, so you thought: ‘why not do that on my personal test subject?’ his biceps are almost the size of your head, anyways…

he was laying on your bed, mindlessly scrolling after his shower when you came up to him with a huge smile that you reserve for when you have a stupid idea. he looked up and sighed, a small smile forming on his face as he dropped his phone on the bed.

“what do you want me to do this time, babe?” you giggled at his question, his reaction showing how often you do things like this. you just silently took his arm and wrapped the prettiest bow around his ginormous bicep, giggling like a maniac when you were done. he’s fully smiling at this point, watching as he lets you do whatever you want (he also thinks you’re the cutest person on this planet). when you pull out your phone, he’s quick to pull you into his side with his decorated bicep lightly squishing your face

you’re a giggling mess now, commanding him to flex and break the ribbon, which he does with no complaints just to see you giggle some more. it’s safe to say that is not the last time he would ever be at your every beck and call

(he also catches you watching this video multiple times a day)

008. feels personally wronged when someone wrongs you

this became a drabble in itself i love sunghoon sry

you had just come back home from hanging out with some friends when you saw sunghoon watching tv on the couch. it was evident he had been waiting for you to come home when he immediately paused the screen and perked up, yelling "y/nnn, you're home?" the lovesick smile he wore as he got up to hug you faltered a bit after seeing your tired, slightly upset face. and when you inhaled loudly as you practically collapsed into sunghoon's embrace, his once happy look turned into a deep frown

"you okay baby?" he muttered into the top of your head. moving back an inch, he gently picked your chin up to look at him. "talk to me, what's wrong?"

you groaned as you guided him back to the couch, and from there, you went on and on about how some mutual friends made you the butt of joke all the time. always cutting you off, or sometimes never even let you speak to begin with. they even went through your private account and saw your posts with sunghoon and were absolutely baffled that, in their words, YOU were with him.

sunghoon was dead silent as you ranted about these awful things, constantly rubbing your back and squeezing your thigh when you said something he particularly didn't like. when you were done, you ended it like it was the worlds most normal story and kissed his cheek, telling him you were gonna take a shower. but the second you even stood up, he just pulled you back down next to him with the most ‘why the fuck are you being so normal about this???’ expression.

"babe that isn't okay??? why do they think they have the right to talk to you like that?? give me their numbers-- or you know what just give me their names. i’ll find their voter’s registration or something and i’m gonna doxx them somehow... i don’t know how, but i'll learn." you stare at him for a solid five seconds before laughing in his face, and he's SO CONFUSED because truly why does anyone think they can talk to his girlfriend like that??? "babe this is serious! you're the most gorgeous girl on this planet, and for them to be baffled that you're dating me?? how am I dating YOU??"

after you slightly calmed him down (over your situation) and took a shower, you came out to see him texting your best friend absolutely making SURE this never happens again. don't worry, the ten million kisses you gave him that night helped you both forget about the prior events of the night

009. so awkward (it’s not you, it’s him)

no matter how long you two have been together, how physical you guys have been, or even how easily he can read you, he’s still gonna sit in a 90 degree angle next to you on the bed sometimes

he can’t help it!!! it’s partially because he’s so unc he has to make awkward small talk for no reason sometimes (23 btw), but also because he still gets nervous around you and wants to have any reason to talk to you. don’t get me wrong-- comfortable silence and physical touch is very common between the two of you. he doesn’t ALWAYS shy away from you, but when he does, it’s usually because he thinks you’re so pretty he needs to talk to you but he’s too nervous to speak coherently.

literally you could be on your 2 year anniversary date and he can’t stop staring at you in your floor length dress, so he’s sitting straight, beet red, and stuttering dad jokes every time he speaks to you.

“s-so… eating steak i see… how do cows… learn about current events?”

“hoon, what?”

“the- the moo-spaper.” cue his shit eating grin and dead silence for five seconds

“i love you, but shut the fuck up and eat your food.”

010. can get a little too into silent treatments, but does the most to make up for it

two things about sunghoon that i forgot to mention: one, he's quite sensitive, and two, he also loves gift giving.

when you two get into arguments and pride gets in the way, the silent treatment that he initiates can run for a little while. the longest record for you guys was five days, and it was as if two ghosts were occupying your shared apartment. you remember it started so stupid-- something about not wanting the other person to go out. both parties saw nothing wrong with what they did, which resulted in complete avoidance for five days while living under the same roof. after day three, you almost broke until you saw him purposely turn around on the couch when you came to sit down, which made you angry all over again. it was until day four when he heard crying on the phone with your friends, genuinely asking if you were in the wrong and how to go about the situation. although he felt extremely wronged, he hated when you cried. and now it was because of him? he could never forgive himself.

so on day five before he left for work, he gave you a secret kiss while you were asleep and left a tiny note on the fridge that read: "surprise coming. hate seeing you cry."

when he came back to see you hunched over your laptop and still in your work clothes, he knew he had to break this silent treatment for good. he held 5 large (expensive) boxes in one arm, and a huge bouquet of flowers in the other. when i tell you he literally set the boxes down in front of your laptop and dropped to his knees in front of you...

"even though i don't think i'm wrong for feeling the way i did, i don't think i can keep staying away from you. you're my everything, y/n. and because you're my everything, my feelings become so intense when it comes to you. at the end of the day, i care more about you than whatever dumbass argument we got into. so i got you really expensive gifts and your favorite flowers to SLIGHTLY sway you while i beg for your forgiveness... please forgive me please please please--"

“oh my god if i forgive you will you stop?”

“depends… are you gonna kiss me?”

“… come here you big loser.”

he's super petty and a big huge loser, but he's your super petty big huge loser!!

a/n: this just became a bunch of drabbles in one post so sorry if it wasnt much uuhhmm

tagged! @yinkissd @rikiiimeow @yunjiiin

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summer break so boring that f1 is posting top ten ships

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HUSBAND !!!!!!!!

ISACK P FUCKING 3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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need to stop liking posts before reading the full description because I be accidentally reblogging and liking smut 💀💀

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what app do you use 😭

for twitter smaus i use twinote

for the texts i just use my own imessage + message myself you can also try memimessage or text story maker (not sure if that one’s on android, but it is on ios , bonus : text story maker is kinda better looking then memimessage ) 🙂

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@noturmommasstuff open up the asks bro I want to spam

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love it when George Russell acts like a bratty cunt like yes girl

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Touching grass to improve mental health is not enough. I need to frolic on a dutch sand hill

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moodboard for cute girls 🤩

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