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The relationship between you and Wooin has ended year ago, but you still can't stop thinking about him, searching him in every man.

Dedication: @shintaru @bfwooin @wthphe1n @zyart-jpg @sylith @pantheonofbeauty @nixruniii @yuriaxx @osariin @i-nssomniia @erisawrites @wh0ish4jun @six-eyed-samurai @dakfarara

dividers: @cafekitsune ♛

Romance wasn't unfamiliar for you. However, you had different definition of it, compared to people around you.

There's this guy from your college that your friends shipped you with. They told you everything about him, just to make you gain interest in him.

But… You still haven't moved on from your previous relationship. It wasn't the best example of romance—definitely not the type that people would plaster 'green flags' on, nor the type that would be written in the classic books—it was different. In every single way.

Wooin wasn't the typical boyfriend anyone would have. He wasn't the Romeo nor Orpheus. He was cocky, childish, extrovert boy with hint of sadistic personality. His words easily reached people's hearts and he managed to twist their emotions to his liking. But there was something surprising about him. He wasn't doing this, all the manipulation tactics, to gain allies—but just to piss people off.

Yet, he still managed to win your heart back then. Despite knowing how fucked up he was, how he struggled with commitment, all the warnings from your friends—you couldn't help but need him in your life.

College guy, though, is completely different from Wooin. He's respectful, shy, sensible, honest—he always knows what to say to make you feel better, he doesn't fuck around for fun and he doesn't hold back the compliments.

Maybe he was the type of man that was written in romantic books, the type of man that made women blush and kick their feet.

But you couldn't stop trying to find any similarities between him and Wooin. As if you wanted to see him. If you couldn't talk to him in person, you at least wanted to see your ex in someone else. The relationship may have ended a year ago, but your heart still called for that troublesome punk, still beat for him, still ached for him.

You knew it was fucked to don't say anything, to meet up with a new guy when your heart belonged to another. So, that's why you kept your distance from the guy people shipped you with, that's why you rejected his offer to take you on a date.

But it got unbearable.

Every night, you kept scrolling through the pictures and memories you had with Wooin. One—where he took you to his club, bought you drinks and took bunch of pictures with you. Second—when he climbed through your window on your birthday, just because you father didn't let him see you, but he wanted to give you a gift. Third—when one guy kept flirting with you, so Wooin broke his nose and shaved his head, claiming it was just a lesson. Fourth—when you two argued, but despite everything, he still kept running back to your arms, kept kissing your face and mumbling apologies for upsetting you.

Wooin kept getting in all kinds of trouble. He wasn't just a bad boy, he was a criminal. You remember how he barely escaped from the police while dragging you with him, laughing like it was best kind of date he could ever take you on. Or how you had to treat his wounds and bruises often, which caused you to break down one day, but he only sealed both of yours' lips together as in promise that he was alright.

He was horrible. He kept worrying you, scaring you, upsetting you—but he also filled your life with colours that you didn't even know existed before.

Now, without him, your life feels…dull.

So you decided to listen to your friends and go out with a new guy. Maybe, you could finally forget your hot-and-cold ex.

At first, it went well.

That other guy was nicest one you have met so far. He respected your space, communicated his feelings, bought you gifts, never made you wait not even for a second.

Your parents started to love him, your mother even kept telling you to marry him. But how could you explain that you didn't want to? That you wanted to run back into the arms of the man that only knew trouble?

You tried to offer the guy to go to playgrounds and ride bikes together, climb to the roof of high buildings in Korea and make out there—but he refused, politely of course, he was very polite and nice man. But that niceness was what made it all…dull.

He didn't want to try anything fun, he didn't want to try anything risky and he even questioned why you were so adamant to get in trouble.

You couldn't give him an answer.

It's not like you were troublemaker, you just wanted to make up for all the depressing days you've spent hiding away from the world, with him, but since he wasn't here, you wanted to try it someone else.

But it was made out to be weird.

Pranking people together? Oh you're crazy girl, why would you play with someone's feelings? Write something on the streets? Don't you know that's vandalism?

You didn't want to be reminded how morally wrong these things were. You just wanted, wished, for old things from old days again.

You were tired of putting on the fake smiles to please that guy, because you felt bad for him, tired of making excuses, tired of pretending you moved on or healed.

You missed it.

You missed his touch, his lips on your body. Missed he way he'd try and try to cook something with you but fail miserably, so you'd have to order a take out, missed the way he'd gift you most random and stupid things at most random times, missed the way he'd judge people with you, or the way he'd prank people with you.

You missed his scent, his luxurious perfume and his hoodies that made you feel at home. You missed the way he'd show you off, and break the bones of whoever dared to approach. Missed the way he'd actually try to get romantic with you, they way he'd make you blush, the way he always listened to you.

You missed his stupid grin that always got you two in trouble, his stupid ideas that would get you two handcuffed. You missed how he would come over at yoir place for no reason, just to be with you—hug you, kiss you, grope you. How he'd play games with you or watch some stupid romance movies with you.

You missed it all. And you couldn't ever heal from the loss of them all.

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VILLAIN AND VIOLENT

INFANT AND INNOCENT

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Both. I'm an abuser in this relationship. I keep him there

Hyuk is under ur bed.

He doesn't get out of there

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Hyuk is under ur bed.

He doesn't get out of there

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AAH FUCK

my only girl - Ft. Kwon Hyuk

A/N: I forgot how hard making smau are hksdfghkdf i think the posts themselves are GN??? but the title is girl because everybody at school keeps singing that Khalil Fong song and it's stuck in my head now also the windbreaker fandom seems to be mainly fempov anyway

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OH MY GOD, HOW FAMILY IT IS😭😭

MY SNOWMAN

I got this idea while reading HTGMHOMS new chapter! No warnings, just fluff and comedy! @shintaru @bfwooin @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @sylith @wh0ish4jun @nixruniii @bunnygirlgonewild @i-nssomniia

Snow painted the ground white, freezing cold nestled into the air, snowflakes kept falling, some getting on your eyelashes despite the hat and scarf.

You were outside of your fiance's house, building a small snowman with smile on your lips.

You were happy.

It's not everyday that you get to play in the snow, especially due to climate changes and your weak immunity. To have such heavy snow in Korea—it feels like the prayers being finally heard.

You didn't even bother to put on gloves, too occupied with building a snowman, finally sticking the rocks on it. Eyes, nose, frown—it honestly looked like certain someone. Just the small scar, on the jaw, was left and it'd be done.

But you got startled by the sound of footsteps.

"Love?"

You recognized his voice before you even glanced at him. He was dressed in warm, baggy clothes, hat protecting his ears from the cold, his nose was red because of freezing weather.

He looked too adorable, like a puppy craving some warmth.

"Hajun!" You exclaimed, abandoning the snowman to greet your fiance.

He stretched his arms forward, as you immediately embraced him. His hands sneaked around your waist, lifting you from the ground effortlessly.

"What are you doing here alone?" He asked, his cold lips meeting your cheeks. "It's freezing outside."

"I was bored." You eased your grip around him to break the hug and Hajun immediately let you down, but his hands slid down to yours, furrowing his eyebrows when seeing your hands bare.

"You aren't even wearing gloves." He let out a sigh and immediately grabbed his own gloves, processing to take them off his hands.

"Won't you get cold?" You asked him, but he took your hands in his and put them in his gloves.

"I'll be fine." He answered, tagging the gloves down to your hands.

When he was done, he held both of your hands in his, staring down at how funny his gloves looked on you. They were much bigger than your size, but at least they could keep you warm.

"Oh, by the way!" You suddenly remembered about the little guy you abandoned. You stepped aside so Hajun could see the snowman you made. "This is the snowman I made, he looks like you!"

Hajun crouched down to get better look. The snowman had frown on its lips, eyebrows furrowed—in short, it looked like it wanted to start a fight.

"Do I really look that mean?" He tilted his head to the side.

"Impressive work, big sis." The sudden voice of unexpected guest, caught you both guard. It was Hajun's middle brother, his hair falling to his forehead as he eagerly stared at your snowman, like it was sacred work of art.

"The—?? When did you get here?" You questioned the little guy, but he grinned in return.

"Just now! I woke up early and saw snow, so I wanted to play outside!"

"And you decided coming outside in freaking pajamas was good idea?" Hajun declared, frowning at the clothes his little brother was wearing.

"Well, I ran here the moment I realized it was a snowy day." The child scratched his head awkwardly, avoiding looking into Hajun's eyes.

"Well, what do you think of my masterpiece?!" You pointed at the snowman that, according to you, looked like Hajun.

Hajun's brother chuckled to himself. "I can't even tell which one's my real brother."

"The hell are you talking about?" Hajun threw a look at his sibling, but got ignored instead.

"We should name him Hajun number 2!" The child exclaimed, earning approving nod from you.

"That's great idea. Let's tell your brother when he wakes up!"

"Sure! I'm sure he'll add something on Hajun nr. 2!"

"A scarf, maybe?"

"Nah, we should get him small boxing gloves."

Hajun's eye kept twitching upon hearing each sentence from you and his brother. He couldn't help but find this situation ridiculous. I mean, c'mon, it didn't even look like him!

"Stupid." He interrupted. "He doesn't even look like me."

"How so?" You asked him.

Hajun crouched down again, before pointing at the sticks of the snowman, that were supposed to be arms. "He has no muscles."

"Pft—" laughter escaped past your lips, earning a look from Hajun but you chose to ignore it.

"Wow, look at you flexing." His brother spoke up.

"I'm not flexing." Hajun grumbled.

"Dude, you are, in a way, flexing."

"You're just saying that because you don't have muscles."

"See?!" His brother gasped. "And mind you, I have muscles from working in construction site. You're flexing your strength but I've never seen you lift 50 bricks together?!"

That made you laugh harder. Watching them two bicker with each other, despite the argument they had not too long ago, was refreshing.

It felt only yesterday when they didn't even talked to each other.

"You shouldn't have worked there in the first place." Hajun grumbled again.

Suddenly, new footsteps paddled in the snow, small hand rubbing his eye from the sleep, still wearing his purple pajamas with puppy in his hand, his brown hair getting wet. "What are y'all doing?"

All the three of you turned around to see Hajun's youngest brother, half-awake, half-asleep.

Hajun immediately took his coat off and wrapped it around the child, while you gave him your scarf. "Why are awake so early?" Hajun asked, kneeling down to scoop his brother on his lap, since he was barefoot.

"I had a bad dream." The child whined. "Big, mean, snowman swallowed the big sis and hyung went to help her but never returned." He leaned closer to Hajun. "I wanted to check if you two disappeared."

"Aww, baby," you pinched his cheek. "We aren't going anywhere, we promise. We aren't gonna disappear."

"Speaking of snowman," Hajun's middle brother spoke up. "Big sis built a snowman that looks like Hajun—"

"He doesn't look like me." Hajun glared once again.

"Wow!" The child exclaimed in surprise. "He looks exactly like hyung!"

Hajun muttered something under his breath, but it was drown out by the the laughter of you and his middle brother.

"Let's just go inside and eat." Hajun mumbled again after the laughter died down, holding his youngest brother in his arm. But, even so, his hand still found yours to hold.

"Shouldn't we give boxing gloves to Hajun number two?" You looked back while asking, the snowman looked as grumpy as ever.

Hajun sighed in return, as if deeply stressed by this situation. "Stop that. Or I'll pinch your cheeks."

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Sabbath Crew (Windbreaker Webtoon/Manhwa) x Reader Insert

Characters include; Wooin Yoo, Hajun, Vinny Hong, Hyuk Kwon

Genre; Fluff/Comfort, Humor, Suggestive & General Relationship

Mentions of; nudity, bikinis, undergarments & sexual intimacy

A/N; Readers, get your bikinis and get ready to enjoy, leave the sunscreen at home - you're nighttime skinny-dipping with the man of your dreams, be patient with me, it's a longggggg post (I might have to cross post to AO3 or smth) Hajun's part is very wholesome compared to everyone else, forgive me, Wooin is out of character probably but also the world's biggest shithead- oh well, enjoy the lover boys

Total word count; 11,000

BACKGROUND; Sabbath Crew has been promoting League of Street for a while now, raking in the dough and curating mega-fans for the cycling hype. After the Scorpion crew was disqualified, a hiatus was announced for the race, leaving no further mayhem for Sabbath to enact on behalf of their mysterious benefactor. Instead, they take a vacation to an exclusive resort and rent the penthouse suite to reward themselves… bringing you with them, as a means of entertainment and a potential romance getaway…

VINNY HONG - Blue Water Bachelorette Runaway / Super Soaker

You’d never expected Vinny of all people to be seen at this swanky skyscraper hotel resort in your entire lifetime. The place cost more than you made in a year, and you only came for a bachelorette party. Deciding to make use of the pool rather than be involved with bridal drama in the suite tonight, you pulled on the flashiest bikini you own (brought for the poolside bridal photo op earlier that had spiked your self-confidence.)

But as you made your way to the rooftop infinity pool, you could have sworn Vinny Hong, in all his red-headed angsty glory, was meandering around the lobby with his signature scowl. As he catches your gaze, you wave to him from above and hold your towel with one hand. 

His face turns crimson as he gazes up at you, barely managing to raise his hand to wave back. Vinny Hong, waving back at you - what a fucking win.

You turn with a beaming smile and pump your fist in the air before making it to the rooftop pool. The water is serene, not a soul in sight - just like you wanted. Setting down your towel and shoes, you dip a hand into the water to test the temperature. 

Fucking perfect. The air tonight is a bit muggy, but the water is going to cool you off fine while not freezing you at this altitude. If everything goes to plan, you can kill a few hours up here before Bridezilla and her entourage realize you’re gone. The day had completely taken it out of you, and the glow of the pool, skyline view, and endless gentle water was exactly what you needed for a mental reset. It’s a gorgeous spot, complete with the overhanging balcony edge on one side of the pool, water spilling below and letting you swim above the city skyline - terrifying but memorable. 

It’s definitely the most luxurious place you’ll ever swim at. You imagine countless celebrities, diplomats, and millionaires have pools like this.

You slink into the pool and let out the breath you’ve been holding all day, taking the time to dive under the water quickly to acclimate before doing a lap. With the sounds of the water sloshing around you as you cut through the surface, you don’t hear the door open.

“Hello? Are you up here still?”

After breaking the surface and wiping the droplets off your face, you see Vinny standing awkwardly on the edge of the pool. Another meek wave, and you beam.

“I’m the only one up here right now. Were you planning on coming in too?” You pull yourself out of the water and sit on the edge, trying to readjust your top and tame your hair so Vinny can have your full attention - with a glance over your shoulder, you see him still frozen in place. 

His eyes are widened and his jaw is nearly open at the sight of you, and with a giggle, you realize he can’t stop scanning you up and down with that intoxicating gaze of his. If only he realized how it made you feel to be the object of his attention, he might have the power to abuse his good looks…

“Well, I didn’t- These aren’t the clothes for swimming.” His voice has the same boyish charm as you remember from your school days but he’s grown up. In more ways than one. The timbre of his voice rolls over you with an imperceptible shiver as you take in HIS appearance too.

“I’m not dressed for it.”

“Vinny, who cares? No one is checking up here for a while, and you can just change later - live a little tonight.”

You pat the edge of the pool and gesture for him to come closer. You’re not gonna have this conversation while he’s standing five feet away. Even if the idea of him being closer kind of terrifies you in the nervous excitement way, with butterflies doing somersaults in your tummy.

“Tell me about how you’ve been. What brings you to this fancy people hotel?”

He can barely get a word out without a stutter, and his voice drops quieter and quieter the longer you look at him. You’re raptly paying attention to any detail you can glean about his life, but you scrunch up your nose with confusion because his face is getting red. With the water evaporating off your skin in the cool night air, you shiver and let out a long exhale. Vinny’s face goes even more crimson.

“You don’t look so good, Vinny. If it’s too hot, take off your jacket.”

He mutters something about ‘not bossing him around,’ but he does take off his jacket after turning around. You see a triangle of sweat on his back, sticking the white undershirt to his skin. 

Has he always had muscle like that? His broad shoulders and defined profile looks absolutely sinful in the low lighting of the perimeter of the pool, and you barely keep a grip on your thoughts before they race away into desperately feral and filthy territory. Imagine the view of his back as he’s occupied with something- someone- in front of him, hands wandering- would he let you touch-

Fuck. STOP. Stop before you get yourself into real trouble. You’d always had eyes for Vinny, but you never admitted it to him outright since you realized how you felt. He’s kind of…  emotionally reserved, so you didn’t really have the background to gauge if you were his type or if he wanted girls’ attention at all.

You can tell he’s about to sit down next to you and you scooch over a bit to invite him - any wrong move and you feel like he’ll dart away and retreat again. Quite the shy behaviour for someone his height and reputation. 

“If you want, dipping your feet in feels nice. It’ll be relaxing.”

He can barely keep his gaze steady as your hand brushes his, and once you see how close your fingers are to his, you identify that you’re making him nervous. When you ask him what’s up, his response floors you.

Vinny Hong, mad dog of Gunn High, semi-pro cyclist, and your precious childhood friend, admits that the bikini you’re wearing is highlighting all the curves of your body and even if he isn’t saying it, he’s still a man.

“You shouldn’t… flaunt yourself in front of me. Those tits have been staring at me the whole time, I’m not… focused.”

Before you realize it, you’re laughing. 

“God, I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry that you’re intimidated by my choice of swimsuit, I’ll listen from the pool.”

“That way the water hides me. You can still talk-”

“You think there’s any inch of this pool that can hide something as memorable as that?” His face is displaying serious annoyance and agitation, but his voice betrays how sincere he is. Vinny is the tsundere but secretly very romantic type. Noted.

You still retreat back into the pool, shimmying your ass off the edge and making the seamless splash into the illuminated water. After you float about a foot away and tread water, you turn to face him and laugh again. Never in a million years did you think he would admit to staring at your tits. 

God, what else would he admit to you under the cover of a sky full of stars and the serene quiet of the rooftop?

He’s scowling at the sky. 

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, you’ll get-”

“Get what Vinny? You’re all the way over there!” It’s about time you encourage him to cut loose and get a little goofy tonight. There’s no harm in some childish fun with a guy who’s typically so serious. In an effort to stay afloat, your voice wobbles in exertion as you keep going, 

“You’re too chicken to get in here, I can taunt you however I want! Get ready to get roasted, pervert boy-”

The sound he makes from the bottom of his throat shivers over your skin and makes your pulse race. At the rate, he’s turning you on faster than you can think of a comeback.

“I’m warning you once- stop yapping at me to do something, ‘fore I actually make you regret it. You’re digging your own grave here.”

“Awww, that’s cute but you ain’t got the guts- pretty boy like you wouldn’t ruin his hair jumping in the pool, much less your clothes! You wouldn’t do shit.” Now that your heart is racing, the adrenaline is making you bolder. Too bold. 

There’s no time to react as Vinny drops into the pool, water arching in a huge wave to cover his position. You fly backwards, but he’s got a longer wingspan, and you’ll be in his reach in a second flat.

He ambles towards you with darkened eyes and that same low growly tone. His shirt is nearly see-through now, clinging to him with the water from the pool. Swimming back as quickly as you can without kicking your legs close to him in fear he’ll grab them, you shriek with both excitement and nervousness.

Not a word is spoken as his fist closes around your waist and wrist at once, and your body is yanked forward in his iron-clad grip. Fuck, fuck, fuck- stupid height, stupid athlete, stupid Vinny. 

No escaping it now. Vinny’s hair drips onto your shoulder as he leans close, breath on your ear, 

“Got you now. Any pleading before I get you- I’ll show mercy if you beg.”

You shake your head. You made your bed, now you’ll lie in it. With the proximity to his bare arms, the strength of his grip and the sinful tone of his voice, the rational side of you is slipping fast. Arousal is bubbling up, and you’ll never see Vinny the same again. You stop putting up a fight and thrashing to escape his clutches. He’s holding you afloat by both wrists now, hands off your waist.

Damn it all.

You gulp. After your taunting and obnoxious giggles in the night, the most glorious sound breaks the quiet of the night - Vinny laughs. An honest laugh, head shaking and the softest hint of a smile on his lips. 

“You drive me absolutely crazy. There’s nothing more I want to do than close your mouth with my own.”

Everything feels like TV static as you try rationalizing what you think Vinny meant and what noises you just heard. Did he-

“Can I kiss you?”

Oh holy shit. Your eyes widen. Without thinking, your lips reflexively relax, parting open with a short gasp. It doesn’t escape his notice, but he doesn’t move away either. His face is red. You feel the blush on your skin creeping over your face too.

“Yes. Please kiss me-”

His nose nearly crashes into yours, teeth knocking your upper lip with the speed and force of his kiss. It’s not perfect at first, but within a second, his arms are adjusting you and his face tilts just right and- holy fuck. 

It’s breathtaking how good a kisser Vinny is. His whole body is bowing like an archer pulling back the string of a war bow, ready to loose an arrow- every inch of him humming with unbridled passion and power- all holding you close as if he’ll starve if deprived of a single moment of touching you. Despite his initial hesitance, he’s devouring you like you’re the only answer to his unquenchable thirst.

Without looking, you feel your wrists transferred into one of his huge hands, and the other grip your chin- he’s not giving you an escape when you pull back for a breath- he’s no more than a hair’s breadth away from your lips with his own. His long legs allow him to stand in the middle section between shallow and deep where you cannot, so Vinny is navigating for both of you while you’re suspended in his arms. 

He closes the distance to the edge of the pool while his mouth descends to yours once again- pressing you to his chest, letting you feel every dip and curve of it while he’s groaning into your mouth. Faring no better than he is, you also hear whimpers of desperation come from your own mouth as he keeps kissing you.

Once your back hits the edge, the slowly crumbling patience you’ve swept away is gone entirely and you need to touch him back- you rotate your wrists in Vinny’s hand and tug, trying to let him know to release you. With that growl of his, he lets you go, only to let out the sharpest gasp you’ve ever imagined as your hands slip up his water-logged shirt. 

You yourself let out a barely contained moan as you let your palms connect with his abs, climbing to his pecs before stroking downward to his v-line. Every inch of skin is beckoning you to explore, if only to get another filthy sound from him. 

What a turn of events. You went from a PG conversation with your childhood crush to groping under his shirt in a single night. With the little brainpower you’re still using, you figure it shouldn’t go any farther tonight, but you will make Vinny’s head spin- time to give him a memory he’ll never forget.

“Vinny- Vinny, wait-”

He’s so drunk off your touch you have to repeat yourself. Both of you take the first full breath in over six minutes, now that you aren’t inhaling each other’s faces. 

“You’ve paid me back for the stupid way I talked earlier- Lemme say- Vinny, fuck, you’ve-”

“You proved your point. I’ll behave now.” Hook, line…

“I dunno, you sure you learned your lesson?” His voice sounds as wrecked as you probably look.

“Dunno… you man enough to take this top off of me?” 

Sinker. His eyes widened. You just got him good.

Instead of moving to take off your bikini, he takes off his own shirt- peeling off the soaked white tank top with precise movements and muscles glistening. What were you saying a minute ago- this is the best outcome ever… Vinny’s body is chiseled like a marble statue, built for the demands of athletes and straight out of your wet dreams- he tosses the bundled up shirt in the direction of the pool edge and lets you stare blatantly at him while he runs his fingers through his hair.

Your breathing hard and vibrating with barely contained excitement, looking up at him in anticipation, but he doesn’t make a move to take off your bikini- which is twisted over your breasts and showing more skin than before- tussled in the intense make out you’ve interrupted. 

“You’re such a troublemaker… fucking instigating me all the time-” Vinny is whispering as if trying to keep his words between you two, not wanting them to escape into the night. 

“Vinny, I- please, keep kissing me, I need-”

“Shhh, I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” 

You take his hands in yours and bring them up to the strings of your gorgeous bikini, letting him know that he has your permission to proceed. Vinny drags you further into the pool as you lock lips again, making his way towards the opposite side of the infinity pool- the brain in your skull turning to mush with every kiss, with every movement of his deft fingers on your bare skin. 

As you get closer to the overhanging edge, Vinny finally pulls at the back of your bikini like you dared him too. With only a foot of space before the edge, he stops, letting you indulge fully in the feel of his large palms over your skin- tenderly undoing your bikini, letting his fingers curl under the material, grazing against the softest parts of your chest…. 

You’re making the sweetest noises under his mouth, and once he moves his mouth to kiss you lower, his teeth mark your neck and jaw as you try keeping your eyes open to watch him pull off your top. He’s actually gonna do it, Vinny is letting the swimsuit fall from your chest as you gasp out loud.

Before you can react, he’s got it in his grasp entirely, yanking it from your reach and holding it above your head.

“You wanna see something funny? I got a joke for you…”

Vinny pulls back from his masterpiece of hickeys and sloppy kisses to watch your face as he flings your bikini top over the side of the pool’s overhang balcony- the scrap of flashy fabric arcing in the air before disappearing below. 

Oh fuck. Your antics have reached the climax, and he’s ready to make you really pay for the taunting earlier. Your voice as you joke, your irresistible body, the reactions you’ve been vocalizing are all fuel on the fire for Vinny. 

There are consequences to riling up the man in front of you- Vinny is sure to show you that he’ll go as far as he needs to prove himself and show you stars in your eyes, bringing you mindless pleasure and melting your brain until the brat in you falls away… 

Every sensation is driving you mad and with Vinny’s hands on your breasts, you eagerly shimmy out of the rest of your bikini, letting the bottoms float away before whispering for Vinny to show you he means business about cutting loose and living a little.

“Have you ever been skinny-dipping? I don’t think you’re the type to bare it all and be brave about a little nakedness…”

Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble. Vinny walks back to the edge of the pool and promptly pushes you back on your elbows to balance on the concrete while he maneuvers his own basketball shorts off. Tossing them up on the pool edge in a spray of water, he smirks and gives you a once over again. He means business.

“See if I’m hesitating now- you can dish out all the taunting, but you can’t take it- you crumble under the tiniest bit of pressure,” Vinny is aware of the effect of his voice, letting his exhale shiver over your ear. With all the tension in the air between you, he’s still mindful of his strength. 

“Is this still what you want? Tell me you’re fine with this…” 

Your heart stirs at his words. You did enjoy every moment you get with him, and if he needs your reassurance that you’re loving it, you can do that. 

“It’s more than I ever expected- you’re doing good. Keep kissing me?”

“Vinny- please, don’t let go.” 

Between his fervent kisses and gentle hands over your skin, you keep praising him in the dark, eyes rolling back and head thrown on his shoulder between the lip locking- so many sensations to memorize and enjoy in the short time you have together.

Once the breeze picks up, Vinny slows down and speaks to you again.

“I’ll take you on a real date, when we’re both back home- I’ll show you I can be a gentleman if I try, like you deserve.”

“This has been the best night ever. I’ll go on that date- but Vinny?”

“You’re always a gentleman to me. I don’t doubt that for a second.”

As you pull yourself out of the pool, Vinny tilts his head and pretends to gaze at the stars while you pull your bottoms back on. Decently covered with what remains of your bikini and your hands covering the bits above the waist, you clear your throat and speak.

“I’m decent. I’m turning around now- you can get out too.” 

You hum quietly to yourself while listening to Vinny get out, the sound of the water stirring your imagination again. His shorts go back on, but you’re shocked when he snags you with his shirt around your waist.

“Here. Wear this till you get to your room- Don’t want anyone giving you the wrong attention.”

You take the shirt and pull it over your head, murmuring a thank you to Vinny while walking to get your towel- only for him to snatch it from you and throw it over his own shoulder.

“So we’re even. You’re already covered, I can’t go indecent downstairs.”

“Fuck off Vinny- you’re ridiculous. You think you’re funny.”

He moves your hands over your chest so you can’t see the see-through white shirt clinging to your… assets and leads you downstairs. He’s no more than an arm’s length away until you reach your room, and as you key in the PIN, your mind is racing with all the thoughts of what this means. 

You open the door, and turn to say goodnight to Vinny.

Trying to organize your thoughts, you let Vinny take the lead.

“Have a good night.”

“Vinny?”

He looks at you with some soft emotion behind his eyes, pulse racing and eager to hear you. 

“Kiss me again?”

He gives you the smallest hint of a smile, and obliges you for one more kiss. You tell him to let you text him when you’re free- no way is he getting out of that date. You’ll find some amusing adventure to take him on, to see if you can get another glorious reaction out of the guy you love, to make more memories together.

WOOIN YOO - Pool Tile Topless Mayhem

You didn't have a lot of confidence in Wooin's promise of the most romantic getaway at a resort penthouse suite, which sounded amazing, although he's likely bringing along the rest of Sabbath. Now the penthouse suite was exclusive to you and Wooin, but seeing as Wooin's idea of fun was getting shit-faced and clubbing until dawn, you weren't looking forward to being the hungover after-thought to his macho dude-fest extravaganza for the weekend. 

The boys can hold their own, sure, but it was already hard enough to get moments with Wooin, much less keep him undistracted and present in the romantic mood- he was a good boyfriend, of course, but he always let you complain that he wasn't the try-hard simp type like you had imagined him to be. The lifestyle Wooin led was fast-paced, thrill-seeking, and open to problems with his drug-dealing, violence, and social connections… You loved that he had a full life, reliant on himself, and you settled for the privilege of sharing with him.

Maybe this isn't the best idea, but Wooin had packed for you himself, driven you himself and let you make a list of things you'd like for the itinerary so he could plan something special. He could tell you were suspicious of it all, but he let you side-eye him the whole time while he sported the smirk of the century. Like he had a plan of attack to woo you, and sweep you off your feet.

After getting to the suite and letting Wooin open your door, take your purse, and guide you upstairs, he let the elevator open to the most gorgeous room you've ever seen- the floor to ceiling glass windows let the natural light illuminate the entire open floor plan, complete with luxury couches, a TV the size of a jumbo-tron, conversation pit and artistic chandelier. It was breathtaking. He lets you gawk while he wheels in the luggage. 

You spend the first few hours in the state-of-the-art kitchen with crystal glasses full of expensive liquor, helping Wooin cook a pasta dinner together from some swanky European recipe. You think it's a bit cliche and overtly for your benefit, to lure you into some sense of false security- if he thinks you'll be impressed with a single candle-lit dinner before his vacation chaos, he'll be disappointed.

All is fair in love and war, and you're not lowering your emotional defenses with him until he really blows you away. Too many sleepless nights without his warmth at your side, missed dates, flimsy excuses, flirty fangirls, and half-assed sexual band-aids for arguments. You love him more than anything, but he can tell you're slipping away every time he compromises romance for achievement. League of Street and Sangho's demands are straining the person he's decided to share his life with.

Unacceptable.

While you haven't had many opportunities to keep Wooin to yourself and have genuine dates, it's like no time has passed at all as you both laugh together and cuddle close to watch some stupid rom-com on the biggest TV you've ever seen. It's easy to be with him, letting his snarky comments entertain you endlessly and tracing his tattoos with an idle hand- hopefully he misses you as much as you miss him. He never fails to make you feel appreciated and take care of your every need, but maybe you need some verbal conformation and communication that you're still his girl, no hesitations or compromises. 

Outside the bedroom, his praises are harder to come by and you fiend for him to reciprocate the same compliments and reassurances. 

Even with your mind a million miles away, Wooin brings you back to earth with a single sentence, hand rubbing on your knuckles while he waits for you to process what you heard him say.

"Do you want to get ready for bed? I have a surprise for you after you're freshened up."

"Wooin, dicking me down is not a surprise, nor do I have the energy-"

"I'm not planning anything but romantic and wholesome tonight. Sincerely."

He chuckles at your outburst, but you also see the tension in his shoulders, his legs, and all over. He's probably lacking the energy too, considering how hard he's been pushing himself in the race- riding like a madman and stealing your breath with every daring cross of the finish line. The way Sabbath races is intense, which means they have more to prove to their fans (and competitors) with every new match. 

While this weekend is all about you, Wooin shouldn't expect you to go without offering to help him too- you've always been too clever to miss his tells, the tiny unspoken ways his body betrays his needs and the way the air feels charged when he needs your comfort as well.

"I'll go brush my teeth and put away the dishes while you… scheme whatever you're scheming."

"There's a black shopping bag in our room, it's got your outfit inside. Wear that."

"You're picking out an outfit… for a surprise? If you're sure, Wooin-"

He twirls your hair while you roll your eyes at him, but he seals the deal with a tender kiss. Hand on your cheek, forehead against yours, his assurances do more than relax your shoulders. Your heart is doing flip-flops as he takes a page from the movie and lets his heart speak through the sweet moment.

Launching up from his lap, you stumble off to the room before he can see how flustered the simple action has made you. He's the type to poke fun at your vanilla taste, that basic romance gets you more flustered and shy than any dirty innuendo or physical flirtation he's ever played at. If only he knew what simmered under the surface when he played the lover boy, he'd definitely abuse the privilege. 

"Meet me back here in twenty minutes, I'll guide you to the spot." 

You can barely hear him as you're walking down the hall, so you yell back.

"Wooin, don't talk to me about a g-spot, I'll kill you tonight. No more innuendos, you fuckhead."

He laughs to himself.

As you enter the room, a hundred rose petals on the bed in the shape of a heart surrounding the infamous black shopping bag makes you gasp. When the fuck did he set this up? As you rip the tissue paper out of the bag, you pull out a silver two-piece bikini with ornate fabric and metal accents- clearly something of Wooin's designer taste, picked out specifically for you. 

Holy shit.

He's always had an eye for fashion, in his eccentric but expensive way, and as you pull it on, you can see that the quality speaks for itself. You look like you're glowing from each angle, picturing yourself as the hottest you've ever seen. It's a great way to start the night. Hyping yourself up in the mirror for longer than you expected, you wander back to the living room, so you can finally see the surprise Wooin has been talking about.

Wringing his hands in the living room and pacing, you don't make yourself known immediately, choosing to watch him for a moment. Puzzling what could be making him so nervous. His signature hat is off, leaving you the briefest mental image of running your hands through his hair-

"Wooin?"

"Are you all ready? Let me see you, gorgeous-"

As he looks you up and down, his jaw drops open for the quickest moment before he recovers, taking your hand and pulling you in for a kiss that makes you dizzy. He doesn't pull back until you smack his chest.

"My surprise? You've gotten my attention with the promise of something super romantic."

"You got MY attention in that stunning swimsuit- I don't think anyone else compares in any kind of bikini, ever. You look amazing." Without missing a pace, of course he has to slip in the chance to hit on you.

"Get with the plot, Wooin. My surprise…"

"Demanding, demanding." 

He does lead you outside, to where the secluded pool deck is, and where he guides you is covered in a half-circle of candles on one side of the pool, illuminating the lounge chairs. There's got to be over fourty, each flickering in the dark, making the perfect ambiance to relax. 

Wooin explains that you'll get an exclusive boyfriend-provided poolside massage tonight, under the stars, entirely private to you two. Something he picked out himself, to show you he cares. 

While he's bragging about how good you'll feel and how talented his hands are, you take in the scene before you. He really tried to make this special. You feel the tug in your chest, knowing how hard he worked after the exhaustion and the drama of League of Street to do this for you. 

He didn't have to win your heart, but he's trying to improve the connection between you- like your approval matters to him, like your time spent together is most valuable to him. 

While you pause and watch him set up the lounge chair with a towel, pillow and scented oil for you, he stares blankly at you.

"Get up here already. It'll be light out by the time you decide to accept this massage."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah."

The hour underneath Wooin's skilled hands makes you melt into a puddle, muscles going from tense and knotted with stress to painlessly soothed. He's too good at everything he does, and with your groaning voice, you tell him so between the breaths. 

"Jesus, Wooin… you're going too rough."

"Your hands are godly, keeping going."

"Right there, that's the spot. You're so good at what you do."

The more comments you make, the harder Wooin works to shut you up and make you collapse in bliss. As awful as it is when he digs his thumbs into your back and crushes you with his palms, the massage works at loosening the stubborn knots and making you relax after the initial discomfort. 

His hands deftly slip under the bikini to massage you in large, firm motions but he never escalates it to a sexual touch, which is uncharacteristic of him, as he never skips the chance to grope you (even in public! Shamelessly) and lure you into the sheets. As you slip deeper into relaxation, Wooin barely shakes you awake to ask if he did a good job.

"The surprise isn't over~" He's using the annoying sing-song voice to get you up again, which is a chore after that massage. While you try to rouse yourself from the deepest physical relaxation you've ever had, Wooin produces a small necklace box in his hands.

"Sweetheart, what's this?"

"I picked it up weeks ago, thought now would be the best time." He's holding it out to you with both hands. The box itself is sleek and stamped an array of embroidery constellations on the blue velvet. With a single touch, you can tell it's wildly expensive. 

Gently opening it, you see the necklace inside and it's breathtaking. A braided silver chain, delicate ornamentation on the piece, and the stunning mother-of-pearl half-moon with a diamond star hanging from it. Mysterious and unique, the necklace captures the intrigue and beauty of the moon in a single thing. With diamonds and pearl, the silvery tones of the necklace bounce the candlelight off itself and draw your eyes in.

Taking it from your hands, Wooin places the necklace on for you, kissing your temple once while your hands play with the necklace in shock. 

""It's stunning. You picked it out?"

He nods.

"Wooin, it's the prettiest thing ever. I love it."

Of course, the moment is cut short by his wide grin and cheesy pick-up line, making you groan and slap his chest. 

"Are you the moon babe?"

"You're pulling the tides to my body, and I can't help but touch."

You roll your eyes at him and scoff, but you let him pull you close and kiss you again. Against his lips, you whisper how annoying he is and you can't stand his humor sometimes.

He lifts you bridal style and spins you around while laughing, and in the moment, you feel as if Wooin's emotional walls are down and maybe he's laughing and enjoying himself like he was always meant to- could it be that you bring out that side of him? 

While you're daydreaming in his arms, Wooin is walking closer and closer to the pool, still singing nonsense and twirling like a madman, letting you cling to him and nuzzle against his chest.

"Baby… you said you can't stand my humor, but I'm carrying you - what should I do about that?"

You open your eyes immediately, sensing the change in his tone, the very air itself.

"Wooin, what-"

"Like, sweetheart, I gifted you gorgeous jewelry, gave you a massage, picked out the hottest little swimsuit for my girl, and still you can't stand me. It'd be a shame if you didn't get use out of that bikini~"

"Wait, no - HEY, Wooin, Wooin-"

Before you can even escape his grasp or fight back, Wooin launches you up and smirks as you drop into the pool. Fucker!

He's a dead man. You'll kill him.

You surface with a gasp, chest heaving and arms flailing while Wooin is hysterically laughing on the edge of the pool, barely standing with how hard he's laughing. The shock of being thrown in and doused with water after the lull of massage oil and the heat of Wooin's hands has inspired a homicidal rage in you. You play up the reaction, acting dazed and tearful until you're close enough to snatch him.

Grabbing his ankle and yanking it, his balance falters enough for you to tip him into the pool while he's howling with laughter. His voice squeaks as he goes under, your victory assured. Payback is a bitch - he'll get his ass handed to him for throwing you in here and laughing.

As he surfaces, you grapple him and try pushing him under again as he swings his arms around, splashing, in the attempt to keep his little roid-raging homicidal girlfriend from strangling him for the prank. Accidently, between the kicking and grabbing, your hand finds purchase on Wooin under the surface and you yank as hard as you can.

He's screaming and flinching away but you have him good - more yanking and grappling in the pool leads to you accidentally pulling down his shorts.

He freezes. Once the water settles, and you can see what you exposed, you also freeze - oh shit. His face turns from playful and cocky to downright sinister and more cocky. 

The laughing from Wooin lowers to a threatening chuckle, like a movie super villian, and his eyes darken with some lustful trouble. You back away slowly, as his expression reminds you of a crouching tiger or coiled snake, ready to strike its prey.

"Oh? You want me naked?" He's already latched on to the idea. 

"I can do that."

You try getting distance between you two as he circles you, joking that you only came to vacation to oogle his bare body and see him naked, obscene comments about the rare sight of him without baggy clothes and droplets of water on his skin…

You try to scold him, but your voice doesn't carry and all that comes out is panicked squeals and gasps when he lunges to get you. You splash him relentlessly. Still filled with annoyance and disbelief, that he really tossed you in after lulling you into a false sense of security - more of his shitass pranks. 

Wooin strips himself in a flash, flinging off his designer shorts and underwear in one movement, completely exposing himself in the pool.

You're shrieking, covering your eyes and trying to paddle away in the water at the same time, but every second your eyes are covered, vision obscured, Wooin is closing in on you. 

He's taller and stronger, but tonight, you're faster and Wooin has to relay on his intellect to pin you down. He taunts you from a few feet away, asking you in a syrupy sweet voice to join him in buff, naked glory because no one's here but you two. All night, you could be making memories under the stars, right next to this pool.

"C'mon, I'll do all the work, interlock our bodies for hours - imagine celebrating awesome, celestial-inspired sex under the stars," He's really egging you on, fake moaning and posing like some dramatic male exotic dancer while taunting you.

"You'll be all 'Oh my god, Wooin, please~'"

“All you gotta do is be pretty. I’m already drooling over you, come wipe my chin and gimme a kiss ....”

The frustration is fizzling out when you see Wooin making a damn fool of himself in the water, and the pool itself has cooled you off considerably, leaving you ready to conclude the antics - tonight might not end in sex with Wooin, because the pool is not your first choice of places, but you'll concede - the bikini is coming off.

Skinny-dipping is just as intimate, right? 

"Wooin. I'm offering you a truce."

"Come take this bikini off and I won't make you sleep on the couch."

Treading water while he approaches, you try to keep a neutral expression, but the longer you stare into your boyfriend's eyes, the harder it is to keep suppressing a smile. He's infuriatingly handsome, effortlessly charming, and you love him more than anything, even after he rage-baits you and pulls pranks.

"I can do that, no problem. Bikini off~"

"Romance ON. Let me talk to you nicely all night."

Once you settle into his arms and let him sweet talk you, the bikini is pulled to the side and pulled off piece by piece as he compliments every inch of you. Letting his lips trail where his fingers explore, Wooin pulls himself together enough to monologue on your beauty, comparing your exposed skin under the moonlight to classical poetry.

"I can do romance so well, baby, you have no idea. Let me compare you to the poets -"

"Wooin, you know poetry? I don't believe that."

He's told you off-handedly once before that he studied classical literature in school years ago, at the behest of his parents, who believed a young man of status should be educated in all manner of subjects - but he does know poetry and gods, listening to him quote romantic poems and hold you in the pool, you feel as if everything is in place.

"How do we come to be here next to each other in the night, where the stars that show us to our love inevitable, outside the leaves flame usual in darkness, and the rain falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh." 

Holy fuck, his mouth is sinfully sweet but warm, wet, and dangerous on your pulse. His teeth bite down before his tongue soothes over the angry marks left on your skin. More and more, his mouth is leading you away from your brain and into mindlessly pleasurable sensations.

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."

Wooin's mouth isn't the only distraction while he's talking. Roaming over your body and keeping you pinned to the firm planes of his muscular body, Wooin's hands, with his signature black nails - are gripping you tight and slipping over your skin in random patterns, teasing you endlessly but not touching you where you crave it most. As cool as the water is, he's making you heat up. 

"Upon my word, I tell you faithfully, through life and after death you are my queen, for with my death the whole truth shall be seen. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly, their beauty shakes me who was once serene, straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen."

He chides you once for the guttural moans that escape you while he grinds on you, commenting how you're interrupting his memorization and in response, you breathlessly nod that you'll do your best to behave.

"Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud. Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, and loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men makes faults."

"You know Shakespeare?"

"Oh my fucking god. Yes. Appreciate my dedication and let me love you."

"You're worth learning poetry for. Don't doubt how much you mean to me, now or ever. I don't compromise for anyone."

His voice has taken the edge out of the darkness of night, and after a quiet moment where he holds you close and lets your forehead fall to his, your heart calms down and you tell him to get out of the pool with you. This vacation was totally worth it, to hear your proud, hard-headed man admit to loving you as gently and earnestly as he can manage. Even if it's not perfect, you're both in this for the long haul - and Wooin does a good job of making you feel special, even when you doubt.

The night ends with Wooin pulling you into his arms and curling up on the pool lounge chairs to sleep after getting out of the pool. Everything else be damned, you're the light of his life and the guiding star he follows. The prettiest little thing he's ever had, illuminating every dark corner in the night, Wooin thinks of you as the moon and the stars, more valuable and precious than you could ever know.

HYUK KWON - Payback Pranks Ruin Pool Date

Hyuk has never been the most romantic guy on the planet. No question, his idea of romance and habits of obsession cross wires in his head, leaving you on the receiving end of very dedicated, swoon-worthy but strange attempts at improving your relationship. Showing up to your location randomly without warning. Yes. leaving gifts in your apartment without mention of how he knew, or when he got them. Yes. Staring at you without explanation before dragging you along to watch him do tricks or stealing your phone to send videos of his cut-throat racing. His ideas of fun dates have been, so far, axe throwing, escape rooms, amusement parks, and oddly enough, a paint-your-own ceramic class together where he made a horrifyingly accurate human heart vase for you complete with little open veins for flowers. 

Anyone else would be put off by the terrifying aura of your boyfriend or his eccentric tastes, but you're not really concerned with what others think. He matches your strange habits and he's nothing but respectful to you. While his height, facial expressions, and aggressive demeanor prove to others that he controls the entire relationship - you know better.

Hyuk lets you take the lead sometimes, and you've nailed him in the head with slippers for crossing boundaries and being a menace when you ask him to behave. He's half-convinced you know witchcraft and dark magic to see into his mind. 

Quite literally you two represent yin and yang, two opposite but equal forces that dance around one another. Keeping each other in check, and attracting the other to new experiences, and balancing the mundane parts of a relationship with the intense, otherworldly, or obsessive sides.

The hotel you find yourself in was not in the plans for your night, but Hyuk had appeared in your apartment a few hours prior, a bag packed for you already in his hands and led you outside to Wooin's car without explanation. 

"Hyuk, this is kidnapping. Where the fuck are we going?"

"You came of your own volition. They wouldn't believe you were coerced under duress anyways."

Jesus, what a way to speak to you. His deadpan humor and monotone commentary are unfortunately critical to his personality, and you've taken a liking to his personality. 

After getting to the hotel and letting Wooin check you in, you get to the room and unpack while Hyuk looks over your shoulder at everything he hid away in the bag. Lots of lace panties. Not enough shirts, no pajamas - mismatched socks. A phone charger, toothpaste but no toothbrush, hairbrush, and what you believe is panty-liners.

The bathroom is connected to Wooin's room, and you find the world's biggest damn shower inside, complete with LED lighting, a rainfall shower head and a sauna option on the wall's touchscreen. You lock yourself in while Hyuk ambles outside, waiting for you. 

"Hyuk, this is a mess. What was the purpose of packing this if you weren't going to do it right?"

"I did my best."

Next time, just tell me to pack a bag, dumbass. You feel a prick of annoyance in the back of your head, but with a moment, it dissipates. This hotel is four stars, with a spa, full bar, restaurants on three floors, and over six swimming pools. Luxury stores are a block away, and you'll just borrow Wooin for an hour to pick out new clothes for a shopping spree. Maybe you'll find a damn toothbrush.

"Hyuk, is Wooin in his room? Let's go shopping for a bit~"

"Shopping?"

You can picture him rolling his eyes, but you can get this, if you try.

"Yeah, shopping. Wanna help me pick out something to wear? I need a swimsuit, and maybe something else if we see something nice? It'll be fun, just for today."

Time to nail him with the best part.

"Baby, please, think of how well you know me. You'll help me pick."

Silence. He's pondering it.

"I'll ask Wooin. It has to be fun."

Success!

One obnoxiously entertaining shopping trip later, you've picked out a handful of outfits, a pair of heels for dinner, and the most expensive bathing suit you've ever seen. Wooin picked the brand, but you and Hyuk decided on what color and style, and Wooin was right - it was absolutely rocking on you. 

You had to scold them both when they peeped into the changing room, and again when they were grabbing the ass on every mannequin while laughing. The clerks looked at you funny (for their actions!) 

Throwing yourself onto the fluffiest queen size bed and soaking in the scent of laundry detergent and perfumed room spray that smelled heavenly, you notice how quiet it is. 

Too quiet.

The same way an owner goes cold and panicked when their dog is too quiet, likely into mischief, you know Hyuk is up to something when he's quiet - laser-focused, troubling, and single mindedly misbehaving.

(Today was fun, but little did you know the chaos would begin soon.)

You were right. For the next forty hours, Hyuk and Wooin engaged in a prank war that terrorized the entire hotel. Dumping ice water on each other in the shower, sabatoging shampoo bottles, hiding shoes, clear tape on the doorways - you name it, they were doing it.

You tried to stay out of it the best you could, apologizing to confused employees as to why two fully grown adults were doing this and chasing each other in the halls like psychos, but you'd grown to accept what you couldn't change.

Hyuk and Wooin were two balls in a deranged nutsack, and their immaturity wasn't going to disappear overnight. if only they'd chosed a less luxurious, less public place for this bullshit. You didn't realize Hyuk had kidnapped you to this hotel just to play with Wooin and treat you like an afterthought.

You spent the day in the spa, had lunch by yourself, and retreated to your room where Hyuk was showering. You hadn't seen him since the start of this hotel retreat and the shopping trip.

"I hope you and Wooin are giving each other handjobs in there. Everyone's watched you two jerkoffs running around like idiots together."

Maybe a few pointed comments will show him how annoying he's been.

"With all these pranks, you should be using sandpaper and lemon juice to jerk off. Really make it fun for you both."

The shower stops.

Hyuk ducks out of the bathroom with his hair dampened to his forehead, eyes narrowed. He shoulders open the door and stalks towards you. Your breath stops, as he pauses in front of you wordlessly. Poking the beast never gets you what you want, but he eggs you on all the time. Why not return the favor?

Shirtless and dripping in front of you, your eyes wander south - lower and lower - as you try thinking up some witty one-liner to snap back at him. 

"If you're feeling left out, just say that."

"Fuck off. You don't know shit, Hyuk. Do whatever."

"So you aren't missing me?" Damn him. Damn all his observations and insight into your behaviors, bratty or otherwise.

The gulp you take tells him everything. Swallowing the urge to admit everything and pull him close, you turn away and tear your eyes off his athletic frame.

"I'm not gonna beg for you to be romantic or something. This trip is fine without you. Do whatever."

He hums behind you and chucks the towel over your head. By the time you tear it off you and whip around to scold him, he's disappeared again.

You'll just dip in the pool for a few hours, hopefully he'll be back by nightime. Laying out the skin-tight, racy two-piece on the bed, you admire how well-made it is, and how good it'll look on you too. 

You grab the towel, the sandals, the complimentary juice from the fridge, and some jewelry to make sure the pool-side lounging is spot-on and swoon-worthy. You'll appreciate how hot and effortlessly sexy you are, while your boyfriend runs around doing who knows what.

As you pull the bikini on, and adjust the straps, you do cringe a bit at how upset you got with Hyuk. You don't mean to be mad with him, or act too needy - you ditched all your weekend plans to come with him and spend quality time together after this League of Street drama, but he's been absent the whole time.

You just want to understand what he expects of you.

The nearest pool is a single floor up, on the roof, but it says 'out of order' so you take the elevator down to the next nearest pool, only to see Hyuk come out of the opposite elevator. He looks out of breath and half-dazed.

"Sweetheart, I have a surprise for you. Come with me?"

What the hell. A surprise.

"Baby, listen, whatever it is, I love you but I'm dressed for the pool right now, not an adventure."

"No, no, it's the pool. This one is lame."

"I've got a better plan. The pool closes in ten minutes anyways."

You follow him back down a few floors to your room so he can change into a pair of swim trunks. After he's done, you step forward and put your hand on his chest. 

"Babe, you don't look so good. What's going on?"

"What's the sudden need for a surprise?"

With a roll of his eyes, he explains that he's set up a romantic surprise to make up for all the time away from you and show you he cares. This trip wasn't supposed to be only a prank war, but a chance to spoil you a bit and make memories.

Oh. He did do something to make a date for you both.

That's sweet.

"What's the plan? You said the pool was closing soon, and that means no fun tonight in a pool."

He gives you a spine-chilling grin and pulls you along to his 'date.'

Back to the roof, he rips off the 'out of order' sign on the rooftop door and opens it for you with a bow. You follow him with a confused look, because you have no idea what to expect.

The pool looks unaffected, the water clear, the edges safe, so why was it 'out of order?'

Only when he points out the vase of flowers on top of a beach towel, accompanied by two glasses and a few bottles of soju does it all start to come together. You get comfy on the towel and let him sit at your side while you crack open a can of cola. 

He has a gleaming sense of pride when he explained that he picked the flowers from the floral displays in the lobby, lifted the cola and soju from the kitchen in a heist, and put the 'out of order' sign on the door mere minutes before you arrived so he could set this up and keep everyone else from spoiling it. You're equal parts impressed and horrified at how easily he got the slip on you and everyone else, scheming this up and stealing the components to make it work in under an hour.

Hyuk rarely talks so much, even at your behest - but dipping your feet in the pool while he talks is relaxing, and you find your eyelids get heavy. He lets you put your head on his shoulder while watches you intently.

You pick up his hands and admire them, tracing his fingers up and down from his knuckles, back up to his wrist, along each of his fingers - noting the shape, width, distance from his fingertips - distracted by the attractiveness of his capable hands, the memories of how talented he is with them, in all his endeavors -

"Hyuk, you wanna go in the pool?"

"I'd need you to lift me, and stay by the edge. I'm not brave tonight."

He looks at you and pushes off the edge so he can slip into the water, carefully avoiding a splash on you or the towel - calculating how he should help you in. You set down the can of cola and wiggle forwards, bracing for the water.

You've never been super comfy in the deep end, but Hyuk's efforts tonight have bolded you to trying again and finding some way to make memories tonight. You trust that he wouldn't actually let you lose your balance or slip under the surface.

"I can carry you. No problem."

He sounds offended that you have to ask - almost as if you doubt his ability to hold you up or meet your needs. You laugh because he's typically so non-chalant, but he's adamant, even if you didn't mean it as a challenge. While you lower into the water, you tell him that you think he's the best boyfriend ever - and coming to the pool was awesome, because you get to see his ripped abs and rocking body, honed from League of Street and all the stunt-riding.

His eyes widen. You're carefully lowering into the pool while he spots you with hands around your waist, and after a moment, you're in - still holding the side of the pool with trembling hands. While you adjust to the temperature, you feel Hyuk squirming in front of you, displacing the water and bending down low - so low his face almost goes under.

But while he goes low, his swim trunkcs come up and out of the water, much to your disbelief - landing on the edge of the pool behind you with a splat. The soaked material is making a puddle behind you.

You blink once.

"There. Now you can see all of my rocking body."

What the fuck? What the fuck!

He puts his hands on your thighs and tells you to hold on tight, he's got you - you're barely hearing him.

You are screeching that he's completely unclothed, and this is insanity, all landing on deaf ears. Hyuk is either too ignorant to listen to your wailing or enjoys the reaction too much to stop - but he's still naked! Naked in the pool, holding you against him and wandering from the edge of the pool - going more into the middle.

Where you're defenseless.

“I’ll drop you in the deep end if you don’t stop yelling in my ear. I thought you wanted to let me hold you.”

You acquiesce and let him pull you around the pool for a while, although he can tell you’re distracted by his nudity. The way you cling to him, knuckles white and digging into his muscles, you're sure he can feel your heartbeat through your clenched fingers. Without words, you're betraying the arousal climbing through you - Hyuk needs you to need him. The longer you go without admitting the heat pooling in your veins, the more sastified he is keeping you from the edge of the pool. Eyes to the sky, carefully avoiding making eye contact with him - his own gaze smoldering with desire and menace. You can barely spare a glance, much less a single thought of what is happening under the surface where Hyuk is -

Oh no. Don't even think of how Hyuk's bare skin is against yours, letting you feel him unobstructed with every movement - the pull of his thighs, the deep v-line, the curve of his back, and the planes of his stomach, all under you and with dwindling self-control, you imagine the sight of it in the pool right now, how the light would play off every exposed inch.

Even more dangerous was the thought of watching his hands move so seductively across you. Arms flexing, fingers crawling up your body, spreading across your bikini, caressing, squeezing…

Your breath hitches. Hyuk takes note of your every reaction. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, every slip of your self-control is a step backwards into a corner - Hyuk has been circling the pool for a few minutes, and with every step, he’s spinning the web of desire and attraction tighter and tighter around you - enjoying the silent reactions, the struggle against your own unconscious feelings, the very urge to look at him while unclothed.

Absolutely shameless, he is. Offering to put your bikini next to his swim trunks and look away while you do, but he’s not gonna stop holding you - nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone knows to leave you two alone and the prank war is paused. Hyuk is relentlessly patient and cunning, and unintentionally, you've encouraged this.

"You still think this vacation is fine without me?"

"Say you don't miss me, and I'll let you go upstairs this instant. No more innuendos or games."

His voice is level, unrevealing of his true intentions. But in his words, you understand that your attitude earlier had shaken him a bit.

You finally lock eyes with your boyfriend, and it all comes crashing down. The final scrap of self-control you had is torn away with the shuddering breath Hyuk takes at your eyes. Like the very sight of you, looking at him, is giving him life, providing the relief he's been antagonizing for all night.

You figure he deserves the reward as much as you need his touch, so it's about time to drop the facades - Hyuk keeps his unwavering gaze on you but his hands nearly slip as you take your hands off his shoulders and slip under the water to undo the bottoms of your bikini, contorting to take them off. Bundling them up in your hand, you drop them into Hyuk's waiting hand.

Without a word, you drop the bikini bottoms and let him throw them up onto the edge of the pool. Now you're both hot and bothered, getting more worked up but silent, holding yourselves back by a thread of restraint. Your eyes stay on Hyuk, watching him bite his lip, as if trying to taste your own without touching - the only invitation he needs is you arching your neck, exposing the tender pulse point to him, before he descends like you're the dripping cut of meat in front of a starved predator.

Hyuk's mouth covers the whole front of your throat with wet kisses, mixing in the use of teeth for hickies and his lips for soothing the aching skin. How pleasurable to be devoured by the terrifying devotion of someone like Hyuk.

He’s kissing on your neck before spinning you around, holding you against the edge of the pool. His huge palms brace you against the tile while you can't see him. Your senses are heightened, pulse racing. Hyuk's touch, the sound of the water, the heat of his breath behind you. As your arousal is climbing, Hyuk is lowering into the water behind you, trailing kisses on your back. You squirm under his one hand, but you do your best to stay still.

Before you realize what he's planning, he's taking off your top with his teeth.

Christ, what can he do with that mouth?

"Your hands are trembling when I touch you there…"

Taking in your heady gasp and the subtle way your thighs clench. Hyuk chuckles behind you with lips against your shoulder.

"Your jaw drops open with that eager stare. Makes me want to devour you, crack you open, and swallow you whole."

You tell him, with uncharacteristic confidence, to take you to bed in a minute flat. He's got a crazed look in his eyes as he spins you around and growls low in his chest, but you're giggling with the anticipation of what's next. Hyuk sweeps you out of the water and hoists you high, hands lifting you like a trophy.

You both look to the puddle where you left the two swimsuits. The bikini you need to don to go back to your room - wait. Wait.

The fucking clothes are gone.

Both the bikini and Hyuk's swim trunks have vanished from the place you'd left them.

What the FUCK??

Hyuk puts you on his hip and smacks a hand into the puddle, wildly swinging his palm over where the clothes were last seen.

There's a crackling of sound in front of you both, from in the shadows of the hallway -

"HYUK. You lose the prank wa- "

A megaphone. That's what you're hearing. It sounds like Wooin. What is he doing?

You're currently skinny-dipping in a luxury hotel pool after hours, and now your boyfriend's best friend is here, and could maybe see you.

Wooin continues talking into the megaphone, telling you and Hyuk that currently, sunrise is an hour from now, and he'll return the stolen clothes then.

Your clothes! Without the bikini, without Hyuk's swim trunks, you're both stranded - naked as the day you were born - in the pool.

"Hyuk, what are we gonna do? Wooin has my bikini hostage! We're both naked in here - "

Without letting you be exposed, Hyuk dashes out of the pool to where Wooin is hidden. Bare ass to the air, Hyuk tries snatching Wooin to get the clothes back, and Wooin howls into the night. The mix of fear and satisfaction is his voice makes you roll your eyes. The megaphone crackles as it's dropped in haste.

You think after getting back to your room, you'll get clothes and then strangle the life out of Wooin, once Hyuk finds him. This is humiliating.

Your boyfriend comes back after you call out, and shamelessly uncovered, he pulls you from the pool and uses his body to shield you from the door - in a moment of brilliance, Hyuk picks up a lounge chair and holds it sideways - keeping you both covered from the shoulders down, leaving your thighs and below exposed. Better than nothing!

Hyuk safely sneaks you both off of the roof and back to your floor with no witnesses - leaving the chair up against Wooin's door to block him in. With no bikini as a souvenir, you have to repeat the same scenario as earlier in Hyuk's arms, in the privacy of the hotel room…

HAJUN - Diving in the Dark Gone Wrong / Unashamed Desire

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On the rare occasions that Hajun is free to come over at night, after the day has concluded- knuckles scabbed over, bike locked securely, and his brothers both tucked in, he often comes to see you.

You, the gentle harbor of peace, someone who grants him the solace and warmth he seeks so desperately. It’s a point of pride that Hajun can see that you’re safe and sound- although not always sleeping when you could be. Insomnia has plagued your nights since childhood, and Hajun is well aware of how difficult it is for you to find (and keep) sleep at night. 

No matter how you both suffered from personal shortcomings or problems, each of you supported one another tirelessly and without expectation of gratitude- Hajun doesn’t talk all that often about it, but you see in his actions how much his life is now intertwined with yours. 

Like now, you’ve accompanied him to the penthouse suite that Wooin chose for Sabbath’s weekend of relaxation after the hiatus announcement. From what little information Hajun had offered you, apparently Wooin made a huge deal that everyone had to come with- Hyuk, Hajun, all the members (and you- Sabbath’s on-hand unpaid nurse, alibi, and girlfriend.) You understand that asking Hajun to slow down and take a step away from his brothers, not earning any income from fights or odd jobs, is killing him inside… His mind is probably racing with thoughts.

But as you get comfy unpacking in the shared room, you figure under the guise of helping YOU, you might be able to help him at the same time. After the bedtime routine is done, you’ll make your move. 

Oddly enough, despite Wooin making the big deal about everyone coming to the fancy getaway- he’s currently chasing tail and hooking up with some random girl, crashing at her place! Hyuk was last seen with his bike, looking to cause mayhem in the night while doing tricks, and poor Vinny retired to his room the earliest. While everyone is occupied, you and Hajun watch some generic fight club movie while Hajun critiques the boxer’s form and tells you what’s unrealistic- curled in his huge arms and bundled up while you listen to your lover whisper above you. It really is quite the vacation so far. You always feel privileged when you see Hajun come out of his shell with you.

When the sun goes down entirely, and you start to consider trying to sleep, Hajun is ready in the kitchen with some herbal tea for you. The only place you haven’t explored yet is the rooftop pool, complete with covered lounge chairs, a hot tub, and waterfall on the far side. You and Hajun both think it’s a bit excessive- but it’ll be quite relaxing. Tomorrow, you’ll don a swimsuit and make the most of it alongside Hajun.

It takes you all of a few minutes to jump into the sheets, wriggle around, and let out a big sigh, before realizing you’re not gonna fall asleep that easily. Damn. You’re not gonna make a huge deal of it, knowing Hajun is already worn out- the competition has demanded a lot of his time, putting additional strain on his body alongside the boxing matches, and he’s been tired more often. It’s easy to take care of him when he’s too tired to resist your efforts, but he worries about providing for his brothers too. In comparison, a little trouble sleeping doesn’t seem worth complaining about.

“Is everything okay? You’re tossing and turning.”

“Hajun, I didn’t mean to wake you- I’m fine.” Just as you’re about to spring another convenient excuse, Hajun turns over and kisses your temple.

“Thought you weren’t gonna lie to me. You’re not falling asleep easily- what do you need?”

“I don’t know. I’m just restless as always.”

What can you do? Not much use walking around this late when the hotel is dark, and the whole place is quiet, and it’ll be ages before you’ll find somewhere suitable. You feel Hajun’s head rest on your temple while you rack your brain for answers. 

The pool. The pool. 

“Hajun, did you wanna get some air? I have an idea.”

He hums his approval, and before he lets you get up from bed, kisses your temple, your nose, your lips- stopping his onslaught of tender pecks at your hands, kissing your knuckles with so much tenderness you melt. 

Whatever you decide, he always follows you, trailing along to guard you and take the chance to see you smile. A lover boy gentleman, through and through. 

“Let’s go to the pool. We can have a competition- best cannonball splash wins. Are you up for it?”

He nods. 

“So long as you’re up for serious competition.” He says.

Hajun, what a cheeky comment. Wait till he sees your bikini- then see if he can focus on the competition. 

While you change into the bikini, a stunning two-piece you had bought months ago, Hajun takes the bathroom to pull on the trunks you had bought him. As you adjust the top, you admire how nice you look in the mirror- writing Hajun a quick note to slip under the bathroom door before you zip outside to survey the arena of choice. You hope the dirty pun makes him laugh. 

Are those skulls on your trunks? Because I totally want to ‘bone’ you later <3 - 

You’re taking in the crisp air outside, walking around the edge of the pool when Hajun comes out. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but- holy fuck. His frame looks that much larger, much wider, when you can see the broad shoulders uncovered. His body is insane, reflecting the athletic ability he has.

It’s downright sinful how good he looks, effortlessly working you up. Perhaps you will get to wear yourself later with Hajun, choosing another activity… You blatantly stare until he’s standing in front of you, looking expectantly, not sure of what you’re doing.

“We have the whole thing to ourselves- who’s going first?” You think you’re speaking, but your brain is only on the way the low light catches Hajun’s muscles and the way your eyes are glancing over every inch. What were you doing out here again? Everything is a blank except for the wicked v-line you’re seeing, and the veins in his arms, and-

Hajun’s voice breaks you out of the stupor again.

“I don’t mind. I’m winning anyhow-”

Neither of you bother setting down some arbitrary guideline on how to dive, the amount of rounds to determine the winner, and whatnot, because Hajun wants you to enjoy yourself until you’re only left with fumes and maybe he can get you to sleep despite the insomnia- his mission has always been to make your moments awake less grueling and desperate to sleep, but burdenless. You’re just looking to enjoy the sight of Hajun shirtless a while longer and appreciate the rare deadpan goofy side of Hajun. 

“You first!” 

Eager to breeze past the awkward moment of your filthy mind before he notices, you put your hands on Hajun’s waist and turn him to face the pool. Cupping your hands around your mouth, you exaggerate an announcer’s voice to start the show and announce the ‘commencement of the first midnight cannonball dive competition.’ Hajun smirks and cracks his knuckles, looking back at you.

“Go on then. Show me how it’s done, you glorious athlete.”

He hums, and nods once.

Before your eyes, Hajun takes a running start before jumping, curling in to make himself the cannonball, and hits the water with an impact that sounds like an artillery shell- the water splashes to a height of at least ten feet, making a wall of pool water- the droplets coming down on your head while you gawk. Without even getting your turn yet, you’re soaked to the bone where you stand. 

Effectively, what he just caused was a tsunami, pool water displaced by his sheer unmatched physical form, something you doubt you could replicate easily…

When he surfaces, you just laugh breathlessly as he gives you a thumbs up, and while you’re taken aback by the huge cannonball he just did- seeing Hajun’s wet hair and the open smile on his face makes it worth it. 

He asks if you want him out of the pool for your turn, as if it’ll make a difference, but you shake your head and take a few steps back for the running start. You launch off the edge of the pool, trying to get enough air to really splash-

When you hit the water, the whole world goes mute as you break the surface. The water dampens the sensations around you. For a moment, all you feel is blissful cool- but then, you’re kicking your feet to make it upwards before your eyes start to sting. If water goes up your nose, you’ll freak.

Hajun claps when you come up for air, politely, but you know your splash was not as impressive. You’ll do better your next turn. Swimming out of the way, you take the time to push back your hair and tread water until Hajun creates another tsunami event during his turn.

Just as predicted, it’s nowhere near close as the competition goes on. It’s working to exhaust you a bit, but Hajun’s athlete stamina and peak performance is outmatching you, on top of his advantageous size- the perks of which you admire with his every movement. Watching him climb out of the pool when his trunks are glued to his massive thighs and backside are the spoils of your idea. It’s a miracle he hasn’t caught on to your hidden agenda of staring at his physique and whistling during his turns because he’s just that sexy-

When you get out of the pool for your next turn, Hajun stands next to the pool ladder and helps you up with a single hand, ever the gentleman. You give him a big smile.

“I’ll show you this time! Don’t get cocky, Hajun, the competition isn’t decided yet.”

“Just wait, I’ll make it worth your while~”

You take the running start- hit the surface hard- and come up triumphantly. That had to be the best so far! Exclaiming with excitement on your assured victory, you turn to Hajun with your hands in the air- he’ll be sure to admit defeat after that!

In the midst of all your celebrating, you fail to notice your bikini top has liberated itself after you hit the water, floating amiss behind you- but Hajun has noticed, eyes widening with surprise. He swims towards you quickly, and you cock your head at his expression.

It hasn’t occurred to you, because you’re busy gloating in your head… Success! Satisfaction! Victory is like revenge, best served cold- cold, like the air on your bare skin. Bare. 

Your whole chest is bare! With a shriek, you realize you’re missing your bikini and- and Hajun saw you!

When your boyfriend closes the distance, he snatches you to his chest immediately, arms wrapped around you and hands splayed over your back protectively.

“It’s fine, I didn’t look-” His voice is level, but you hear the twinge of unspoken panic and embarrassment in your typically unshakable boyfriend. He’s equally shocked but responded to cover you without hesitation. Telling you that he didn’t see anything, as if you’d ever accuse him of looking intentionally anyways-

He’s still murmuring that he’ll cover you while he’s finding the top, and you’re totally safe with him, but as his voice soothes your racing thoughts, your heartbeat is picking up- all you’re focused on now is the feeling of your bare skin on his warm chest.

“Hajun, hold on- just take a minute. We’re fine.” You hope you can salvage the situation because you both panicked quickly but it’s not all lost. 

“Look at me. It’s alright. Nothing to be upset about.”

While pressed up against him, legs tangled under the water, and wrapped up in his huge arms, you can feel his heart racing- his pulse is jumping underneath your hands, and his own chest is thumping. You hear his breath shake, and the water on his skin sliding down in droplets onto yours, pressed close against one another with not an inch to spare.

When he follows your gaze downwards, finally taking in the view, his height allows him to see your cleavage from above- your soft skin against his, light playing off the curve of your breasts with every exhale, the barely there peek of your nipples, the stunned look on your face as you look up at him-

He can tell you’re thinking of it too. All the contact between you, the unspoken escalation of events that could lead to ruining one another under the stars, private moments of intimacy…

“Should I stop?” Hajun’s voice is the only sound besides your synchronized heavy breathing, and with all the distraction of the sensations growing, you’re not even sure what he could mean. 

Stop holding you? Never.  Fuck no, don’t ever back away when this glorious moment should last forever, Hajun, you’re the absolute best- feeling him close is giving you life-

“Please, just- don’t let go. I wanna feel you here.” 

With a quick adjustment, your arms go around his shoulders and he hikes you up a bit higher to him. Your voice is quieter when you admit that his immediate reaction to shield you from view was- it was hot as fuck, seeing him protective. He’s leaned down, lips a breath away from yours… just waiting for your go-ahead.

However far it goes, his reaction to you- your body, you know it was chivalry that motivated him to grab you, not lust or possessiveness. Time to invite him to be… less chivalrous, and just devour you already, manners be damned. Between you two, both of you are capable of the primal, crazed desire for touch and connection- Hajun takes the lead in equal stride as you give him control. 

“Baby, as much as I appreciate you being a gentleman about this- just kiss me like you’re fiending for it.” 

“I want you to kiss me like no one can get between us.” 

Half a second after your consent, Hajun’s lips lock with your own, his groaning immediate- you have that effect on him. You devour him as well, letting your lips and wandering hands tell him how desperately you want him too.

As you connect, you feel Hajun’s reaction to your body and the moment you do, equally loud sounds erupt from you between his kisses. He doesn’t try to hide how sexy he finds you, and it drives you mad with desire. Between breathless kisses and your groping of him, Hajun admits in his low, aroused voice that you’ve inspired this unashamed desire in him, like no other. 

“I’d open my chest and let you pluck out my heart if you asked.” 

More confessions from Hajun leave you dizzy with devotion to him and an appetite for pleasing him too. He says he’s never realized that he can shed the pain, that the way forward is with you, always- your presence has inspired him to try to win it all, and there’s never been a secret between you two. 

“Anything you ask, I’d do it in a heartbeat- you’re everything to me.”

“Anything I ask?” You grin with your lips against his neck, letting your hickeys climb up to his jaw and following it with your tongue, soothing the red marks left by your teeth- in response to how his hands move over your skin and dip underneath the bottoms of your bikini. Holding you up in the water of the pool has left you defenseless to his onslaught of pleasure.

“Let’s go skinny dipping then. Are you up for the challenge?” You hope it comes across more confident and sexy, because currently, you’re wrecked by the sensations of pleasure that come from being on Hajun and the sounds that egg you on further- voice wobbling with need, and breath coming in short pants between the moans and endless kisses. 

You gasp as Hajun pulls off your bottoms in a flash, using one movement with a single hand to tear them down and over you ass, replacing the fabric with a large palm- sneaking little smacks and grabs to the exposed skin. Walking you closer to the edge of the pool, towards the steps, Hajun keeps talking dirty to you in that low timbre of his.

He says he'll carry you both back to your room, and that the water droplets you both leave on the floor when the pool fun ends won't be the only trace you leave tonight…

After he's out of the water, he sets you down on your tip-toes to dip you into another insane kiss, body bending over you like a shield, using his strength to keep you close- and promptly lifts you up bridal style without breaking away from your lips. As you walk away from the pool, you notice a pair of skull print trunks floating on the surface next to your two-piece bikini- 

When did he?

Time to get dry and get to your room, before getting wet again and letting your gloriously handsome boyfriend show you the true strength of his character…

A/N; I just realized I spelt rendezvous wrong in the header I made, please kill me with a million hammers, ignore the timing for Vinny's part, he wasn't Sabbath Crew yet I suppose... Wooin is DEF out of character but whatever.... Hyuk's part was rushed asf, forgive me

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Your love language was making people food. You enjoy seeing people sit around the table while sharing stories, laughing and having a good meal. Especially when you’re the one who cooked the food.

You know food has major importance to athletes. It helps them recover and get the nutrients they need to keep their bodies in good health. You’ve been looking for a sport that you could enjoy seeing everyday while you worked hard to make all the good for them.

Cooking was your hobby so that part would be no trouble for you but you didn’t like many sports. You wanted to find one that excited you. Unfortunately volleyball, soccer, basketball, & football didn’t fit your tastes.

You took a short walk trying to think of other sports that you might like. You stopped in your tracks when you spotted a poster for league of street on a cycling shop window.

“What’s league of street?” You’ve never heard of it before. You decided to ask the shop owner for more information when three guys pulled up on their bikes. One with a white helmet almost crashed into you.

The one with an odd smile and a snake helmet thought it was hilarious that you almost got run over. A red head with purple gloves ignored the scene they made outside and walked into the shop without paying you any attention.

The other two followed him in. “What a bunch of assholes” you say aloud crossing your arms staring at them through the glass windows of the store. “Ignore them” you hear a deep voice say from behind.

You turn your head only to see a large man standing before you. His hair is light blue and he has a scar alongside his lip. “He’s huge” you thought as your jaw dropped. You blinked a few times to make sure you’re seeing things right. You’ve never seen someone so tall.

He steps around you ready to head into the shop. “Hey, do you know anything about this poster?” You ask him. “It’s a cycling tournament” he says while looking down at you.

“Are you in it?” The guy from earlier steps outside. “Yeah we’re in it, why’re you interested?” he says while pulling out a pink lollipop from his pocket.

“That’s none of your business” you take a picture of the poster with your phone. You wanted to check out cycling, maybe this is the sport you’ve been looking for. You just hope there aren’t any more crazy guys like the ones you met today.

You walked away not sparing another glance in their direction. A week later you attended a race it was sabbath against ghost crew. You in the front row seats close to where one of the teams will enter once the race starts.

You’re looking at the entrance to see which team will come out. You did some research and there was a long list of teams competing in this tournament. It was going to be hard to pick a team that you’ll cook and manage.

You wanted a team that was capable of making it to number one on their own. Of course you wanted to boost their chances of winning but you needed a promising team first.

The loud mouth speaker announced it was time for the race to begin. That’s when you see the four guys from the store. You’re watching the familiar snake helmet guy make his way over to you. “Ah, you came to support us!” he says, smiling, holding his hand over his heart.

“As if” you scoff. He laughs and walks back over to his team and the race begins. You didn’t expect to be amazed by their team play. Thanks to the referee you learned their names while watching them. These guys weren’t just assholes, they were pros.

You watch as Hyuk and Wooin team up in a flawless fashion to take over the ghost crew. Joker using his head to turn corners and Vinny sprinting through to the finish line beating the ghost.

Once sabbath returned through the way they came you tried getting through to talk to them but security guards wouldn’t let you. It seems like Wooin and Hyuk found this to be funny so you flipped them off.

The guards suggested that you return to your seat so you walk a few steps away acting as if you’re complying. Once they let their guard down you ran and hopped over the fence.

You laugh at the look on the guards faces as they try rushing to open the gate to get to you. “I have a proposition” you say walking up to them. “Let me join your crew” you asked “you’re amusing but no” Wooin replied.

“Why not?” He didn’t even let you finish your proposal. “I prefer a small crew” he says while entering the locker rooms and slamming the door in your face.

You decided to come up with a plan they can resist you but they definitely couldn’t resist your food. Everyone you’ve come across has never been able to say no when it came to your cooking. You’ll use that to your advantage.

You spent the whole night doing research on the sabbath crew and you couldn’t find much. So you decided to stalk their instagrams. You're scrolling through Vinny’s instagram and you see he likes shrimp and ramen. You also found out he has a cat. This is perfect you thought.

You spent the next morning preparing shrimp skewers, egg rice onigiri with cat faces, ramen, tteokbokki, cat faced dumplings, mini shrimp salad, with a few pieces of Candy, and a coke. It wasn’t the healthiest meal but you had to win them over with food so you could join the crew.

You went out and bought a red bento box with a cute matching bag to put it in. You place the bento box in the bag and the coke in the drink pouch. You left your number on a sticky note hoping he’ll contact you. Now that you’ve made the food you’re not sure how you’ll find Vinny.

You decided to just drop the food off at their locker rooms leaving a note with his name on it. You thought hunting him down would be weird so this was the best option. Although technically you did stalk him online you weren’t a stalker you were just determined when you had a goal.

You receive a text from unknown “thx for food” you saved his name as shrimp emoji. You text back “so can I join the team?”

🦐: “no”

“UGH DAMMIT” you shout aloud receiving stares from innocent bystanders. You weren’t going to give up, you have three more opportunities in front of you. You’re glad he at least took the bento box most people would find it suspicious that a random stranger left them food.

This guy doesn’t even have Instagram… Thankfully he’s seen on some of Wooin’s highlights where they shared a hot pot. Then another where they got a puppy. Word around the street also says he’s an underground boxer.

You know weightlifters eat a lot and you’re sure he must do lots of harsh training or maintain both boxing and cycling so you’ll make him a beef bento. You even make a pup cup for his puppy.

You cooked up garlic butter steak, with two sunny side eggs, beef bulgogi, salad, slices of various fruits, two double cheese burgers with some meat buns. You hope this will all be enough for him after all he’s a very large man.

You package up two bento boxes unfortunately everything wouldn’t fit in one. You wrote your number on a sticky note again and you left it at their locker room with his name on it.

Days had passed and you never received a text, not even a call. “Maybe he threw it away or someone else got it” you thought. You sigh put in frustration you worked so hard gathering information and making their meals and you’re not getting anywhere.

You still had Hyuk and Wooin to cook for. Before that you decided to take a look near their locker rooms. The bag you left for Joker is gone, you even glanced in the garbage. It doesn't seem to be there so he must’ve gotten it you hope.

You didn’t know too much about the crew but one thing you did know what’s that Hyuk and Wooin would be the hardest members to please. Hyuk looked scary but he was good looking so you hope everything goes smoothly.

You stalked his and Wooin’s Instagram posts which had nothing but snakes, Candy, bikes, clubs, cycling tricks, few pics of Jay jo, and various banana flavored things. You can work with that.

Unfortunately you can’t stuff Jay Jo in a bento box and give him up as an offering. You sigh as you prepare their bento boxes. You hope all this work is worth it in the end.

After you finish both meals, you finally make Hyuk with banana milk, banana pancakes, pairing it with some other fruits. For Wooin you packed more candy than anything along with some rice balls and meat.

Thankfully you ran into Hyuk at a convenience store. He seemed to be looking for banana milk. “Looks like they’re out” you say thankfully since you have a whole bento box full of banana flavored things.

He looks at you with dark gray eyes not saying a word. “Um I have a banana bento for you if I can join your crew” you say handing him the bento. He takes it without saying a word and exits the store. You ran out looking for him and an answer but he was nowhere to be seen.

Wooin was the easiest crew member to find in fact he seemed to turn up everywhere you frequently went. You approached him, handing him the bento you made last night. “What’s this ?” He asks “a peace offering”

“One more crew member wouldn’t make your crew large, you're acting like five is a crowd” “That’s cause it is” you try snatching the bento box from him but he holds it in the air out of your reach. “Give it back” “nuh uh it was a gift” he says.

“Why don’t you find a different crew?” He finally asks although he wouldn’t admit it he was curious about your reasoning for picking his crew. “I like your crew's style, and no other crew's ride like that.”

“It’s dangerous for a girl to join” you take a few steps back hearing his response. “Are you some kind of pervert?” You ask while making sure he keeps his distance. “HAHA what ? No, our crew gets into a lot of fights, wouldn’t want our dear manager to get hurt now would we?” He says.

This time you laugh “Oh that’s not dangerous, I’d handle the cooking and you can handle the fights you should be able to handle at least that much” he doubles over in another fit of laughter.

“Can I join or not?” You ask “fine, fine, you can join” He says. “I want a pink crew jacket” “no that one is mine” “well I want it” “pick another color” you both bickered back and fourth until Wooin gave in letting you have his jacket. You were happy to finally have a crew you could cook for.

A/N ~ I forgot where the milk divider is from

[i-nssomniia]

VINNY. MY FAVORITE

SABBATH CREW CHATS

Tagging: @shintaru @bfwooin @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @nixruniii @yuriaxx @i-nssomniia

[i-nssomniia]

Fucksicle

shameless smut. established rs. food kink. sweaty raw fucking.

it’s one of those brutal summer days, the kind where the air feels heavy and you’re basically glued to whatever surface you sit on.

you’re out on the porch of your childhood home, slouched in the chair, tank top sticking to your sweaty chest. popsicle in hand, barely sucking on it, just letting it drip down your wrist because even that feels like too much work.

and then wooin shows up, finally free from your grandfather's grasps. no shirt, just some loose shorts hanging off his hips, chain glinting, looking way too smug for how miserable you feel.

“you look pathetic,” he says, leaning on the frame.

you don’t even have the energy to argue, just mumble, “fuck off.”

of course he doesn’t. he strolls over, crouches between your knees, and snatches your popsicle. licks it slow, tongue flashing like he knows exactly what he’s doing, then drags the icy thing down your neck, your chest… and presses it right against the inside of your thigh.

you jolt, whining, “cold!” and he just grins.

and then he gets this look—lazy but mean—and shoves it right past your shorts, pressing it against your pussy until the cold shock has you twitching in your seat. sticky syrup mixing with your slick, dripping all over. he pushes it in shallow like it’s nothing, watching your legs shake, then pulls it out and bites the rest in half, crunching while staring at you.

“sweet,” he says, tongue stained red. “but not as sweet as this.”

and then, he’s got his cock out, pushing your shorts aside completely now and sliding in raw with this groan that’s half-relief, half-possessive. the heat makes everything feel slower, stickier.

he’s not pounding into you—just these lazy, heavy thrusts, grinding deep like he’s got nowhere else to be. chain tapping against your chest every time his hips meet yours.

you’re whining about the heat, about the sweat, but he just laughs against your neck, murmuring, “complain more. i’ll fuck you until you forget.”

and the worst part is—he does.

by the time he’s spilling inside you, you’re so boneless and dazed it doesn’t even matter how hot it is anymore. he just stays buried in you, chest pressed to yours, both of you sweaty and sticky and gross, but neither of you moving.

“better than your popsicle, huh?” he mutters, licking some melted syrup off your chest like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

[i-nssomniia]

Happy birthday for my boyy🤍🤍

I would liked to have done something more, but I didn't have time. So here's a sketch.

[i-nssomniia]

HEADCANONS! you are much shorter than him

Pairing: Wooin x reader

Note: for @zyart-jpg

as a reader who is below 160, met a tall guy. and then he became a boyfriend

you have never seen such an arrogant people in your life, who so conveniently used your height. when you approached the bar counter of the club to take extra shots for your table with your friends, you felt someone's hand on your head, as if you were a stand for this

turning your eyes up, you saw this guy, with too yellow glasses, who completely ignored your presence, who entered your dialogue with the bartender in the middle of the conversation to order himself an extra drink

you pulled his hand off of you, hard enough for him to finally notice you, took off his glasses to make sure you were a human, "damn, I didn't notice you at all." you could see his forked tongue sliding across his lips as he leaned down to smile at you, "you're so small, I thought you were just part of the decor, and I wanted to order my drink?"

you were outraged, damned angry. never had your stature been so belittled. so when you hear the glass hit the bar, you grab a new glass to throw the contents in the guy's face, "hold your drink"

and you definitely shouldn't have seen him after that. the incident lingered in your memory, but you never returned to that club, choosing to dedicate your time to work. and there he was again, looking up at you lazily from where he was sitting on the sidewalk, playing with his phone. right in front of your work, "you're finally here"

"I don't even want to know where you got that address from" you grit your teeth to turn around and leave when he gets up from his seat to fumble with his pockets and pull out your wallet with your old work pass, a couple of dollars, and a picture of you and your friend, and wave it in your face.

you just reach out to take your lost item from him when he holds your wallet up "seriously? are you playing schoolyard games?"

"Maybe I'm doing this because I don't have your number," he shrugs, waving his hand over your head, teasing you, knowing full well that you can't reach him.

You gave up quickly, just to get him off your back. You planned to block his number immediately if he texted you, and you definitely didn't want to know that his name was Wooin.

However, when you blocked his number for the third time, you received a message from him, again asking you to go on a date with him. you were so overwhelmed by his presence in your life that you agreed again, knowing full well that you would regret it

when Wooin picked you up in his car, opening the door for you, you could see his smile, knowing full well that you had lost in his game. and the date would have been smooth indeed, if not for his stupid comments

"are you comfortable in my car? it might be a bit big for you"

"oh? did you wear such wonderful shoes just to reach my face a little? if you wanted a kiss on the first date, you could have asked"

"are you really comfortable being like this? If you need me, I can be your chair—"

and other shit rolled out of his mouth constantly hinting at how short you were compared to him, "you have an inferiority complex here, because you're not that tall yourself" you opened the door handle when he parked in front of your house in the evening, after a long day, "maybe I need you to complete me?" and all you remember is how you slammed the door to leave

but ignore the fact that he really started courting you for a long time, you couldn't

the constant flowers, notes, messages at night, and date invitations continued to be a constant in your life, even if you refused and сослались on your busy schedule.

as well as the fact that you fell into his trap by falling in love with his charismatic ass with a lot of shit about your height. you knew you shouldn't have, so you texted him that it was time to end this game and blocked his number.

and then there was a week-long silence. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone, but your eyes were constantly on those damn flowers he had sent you, the petals already starting to fall to the floor and dry. And then you allowed yourself to think that maybe you were missing his attention.

and as if by fate, the doorbell rang in your apartment, long and uninterrupted. you stood up to open the door, not even pausing in front of it, frowning, about to swear, when Wooin brazenly walked through the threshold of your home to take your face in his hands, leaning down to stop in front of your nose

"are your brains as small as you are? this is not a game, you damn asshole"

and the next morning, you really had to admit that his presence in the apartment was natural, as was the fact that he could be a good chair for you at night.

Wooin would proudly boast of your presence in his life, announcing to everyone that you were his, placing his hand on your shoulders as you walked alongside him.

He might also tease you in the middle of the street, snatching your phone or other belongings from your grasp, holding them high above your head to make you stand on your tiptoes and try to retrieve them. At that moment, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to leave a kiss, saying, "Did you want to kiss? How cute and desperate, I love it."

Wooin would always buy matching sets of clothes for the two of you, making sure to tell the salesperson that you were shorter than him. But he would find it cute how you could drown in his clothes or that the jewelry was much smaller for you.

While you were getting ready in front of your mirror, you could see his eyes fixed on you, taking in every detail, instead of looking at his phone.

Wooin would also always hug you from behind. He didn't need to find an excuse to do so, but you could feel his fingers resting on your waist, squeezing it slightly before wrapping his arms around you and pressing his chest against your back.

and if you were tired and exhausted after work, he would open his jacket for you, "come here, get in, and rest," so that the two of you could share the same thing, or sometimes he might wrap you up in the fabric of his hoodie like a cocoon and spin you around with him.

Wooin would keep using you as his armrest to lean on you completely, relax his legs, and hold onto your shoulders, "now carry me to the bed, you little brat."

you would struggle with his weight to avoid falling and try to stay on your feet without dropping him. but lost

he would never reach for anything on the top shelves without opening his mouth to remind you who is the Eiffel Tower between you.

but if you take all that away, he also often tried to emphasize how short you are in cute ways. Wooin is well aware of these problems for short people, that most clothes just don't fit you. so making something custom-made for you is not a problem.

or if you wanted to buy new furniture for yourself, he would help you choose something that you don't have to stretch for. Wooin could also put things on the lower shelves on purpose so you can reach them when he's not around.

you wouldn't call him a jealous type, but when something like that happened, he'd be there to approach you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and staring intently at your companion from there, like a guard dog. And would start knocking you out of the conversation line, constantly saying something in your ear

"Small," "baby," or "compact" would constantly appear alongside your mention on his Instagram, where he'd post photos of the two of you, with him leaning closer to your figure rather than standing upright.

MASTERLIST

[i-nssomniia]

yes, let’s hajun

Happy Birthday, Big Boy

“Your cake’s here—come and get it.”

shameless smut. established RS. pussy eating. food kink

The hotel suite glowed golden with candlelight, soft shadows dancing along the walls. 

The low hum of jazz from the hidden speaker filled the silence, mixing with the faint fizz of champagne in the bucket by the window. You had spent the whole afternoon perfecting everything—the dinner, the drinks, the mood—but the real surprise wasn’t on the table.

It was spread out across the crisp white sheets.

When Hajun walked out of the bathroom, towel slung low across his hips, silver hair still damp and dripping down his sharp jaw, he froze. His scar pulled tight at the corner of his mouth as his eyes locked on you. 

Naked, waiting, legs parted shamelessly—and nestled between your thighs sat a small birthday cake, the cream already softening from your heat, frosting sliding in lazy trails down your folds.

“…The fuck is this?” His voice was gravel deep, darker than usual.

Your cheeks burned, but you tilted your hips toward him anyway, thighs spreading wider in invitation. 

“Happy birthday,” you whispered, heart pounding. “Your cake’s here—come and get it.”

There was no cocky grin, no teasing smirk. His eyes darkened instantly, hunger flashing sharp in them as he ripped the towel off and let it drop. His cock was already hard, thick and heavy against his thigh, his tattooed chest flexing as he stalked forward like a predator closing in.

“You’re fucking insane,” he muttered low, but the shake in his voice betrayed him. 

His big hands slid down your thighs, prying them wider, his thumbs brushing smears of frosting over your sensitive skin. His gaze cut down to your soaked cunt, messy and decorated, and his lip curled. 

“All mine.”

He didn’t waste another second. His mouth dropped between your thighs, tongue dragging a filthy stripe through cream and slick, plunging deep into you without care for neatness. The first groan that rumbled from his chest vibrated straight through your core. He ate like a starved man—lapping frosting, tongue pushing deep, smearing his lips and chin in sugar and you.

You gasped, arching against the sheets, nails clawing into the fabric. Every sloppy flick of his tongue, every greedy suck, had you trembling harder. He shoved two thick fingers into you, curling them mercilessly as his tongue latched on to your clit, teeth scraping just enough to make your hips jolt.

“Hajun—fuck—”

“Better than cake,” he growled against you, voice muffled by the mess. 

He devoured you until your thighs shook violently, until you came with a cry that tore from your chest, coating his lips in a mixture of frosting and your cum.

When you tried to catch your breath, Hajun didn’t stop. He licked you clean, sucking your swollen clit until you sobbed from overstimulation, until you were writhing and weak under his weight. Only when you were nearly begging did he finally crawl up your body, smearing sticky frosting across your stomach and breasts with the press of his chest.

His cock pressed heavy at your entrance, dragging through the mess he’d made. He held himself there, hovering, his eyes burning into you as if daring you to look away.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice shredded. “Pretty lil’ gift, spread out just for me.”

Then he shoved in with one brutal thrust.

The stretch ripped a cry from your throat, your body clenching tight around the thick intrusion as he bottomed out instantly, his hips flush against yours. He didn’t give you time to adjust—he never did. His hands locked hard on your thighs, forcing your knees up to your chest, folding you down as he pounded into you with rough, punishing thrusts.

“Too fucking tight,” he hissed, sweat dripping from his temple as he drove in harder. “Made for me—always so fucking tight around my cock.”

You sobbed under him, clutching at his arms, your nails leaving red streaks down his tattooed biceps. Every thrust squelched loud in the sticky mess of frosting and slick, every snap of his hips making the headboard slam against the wall.

His mouth crashed onto yours, shoving sugar and spit into your mouth as he kissed you rough, his tongue claiming every whimper you tried to make. His hands roamed constantly—gripping your throat, groping your tits, smearing frosting over your skin, gripping your hips bruising tight. He couldn’t get enough of touching you, holding you, fucking you raw into the ruined sheets.

Your body gave out, cumming again around him, squeezing his cock so hard he groaned, head falling to your shoulder. But he didn’t stop. If anything, he went harder, chasing your cries, grinding deeper until you were nothing but a shaking, sticky mess beneath him.

When his rhythm finally broke, his thrusts stuttering, he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, cock twitching as he spilled hot inside you. Cum spilled instantly, mixing with frosting and cream, dripping down between your thighs onto the sheets. He stayed deep, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed inside.

His hand curled tight around your throat as he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Best fucking birthday of my life,” he rasped, voice rough with satisfaction. He pulled back just enough to look down at you—ruined, sticky, trembling. His scarred lip curled into something dark as he pressed in again, still hard inside you.

“And I’m not done eating.”

Happy birthday to my big dick Hajun. I woulda sucked yer dick if ya were real

[i-nssomniia]

Somewhere smells strongly of lies

From Tsa: New fic y'all! I'm gonna be honest, I'm flexing my medical knowledge here so bear with me. I kinda like Dr. House movie bahaha. Sorry for kinda angst here, ig? Swear on my name that I'll make pt. 2

Warnings: reader being fucking menace, Hajun fighting the urge to kill her, kinda angst, lots of sarcasm, many things here are medical—use it to educate yourself if you want lolol.

Tagging: @shintaru @bfwooin @zyart-jpg @wthphe1n @sylith @pantheonofbeauty @nixruniii @yuriaxx @i-nssomniia @kuchisabishiiiii @sunariiiiiiin

Hajun didn't think it was anything serious.

His younger brother just complained about dull, aching pain in his knee. But brushed it off as him walking a lot. Then pain got worse, instead of going away. When Hajun asked him about that, he mentioned the puppy grazing him with his teeth.

So, Hajun took him to doctor and got him vaccinated.

It should have been enough.

Nothing else was supposed to happen, according to doctors.

So why? Why did the area around his brother's knees started swelling? Why were his arms in pain? Why was he limping?

He didn't know.

So, he finally took him to doctor for a check. Heck, he even asked for best doctor in the hospital, mentally begging anyone to help his brother, no matter how much he had to pay.

That's when you were recommended: [first name, last name— diagnostic medicine specialist]

"Dr. [Name]." Your colleague came in your office, seeing you lazing around, just looking up to hot, shirtless guys on hospital's computer. But she didn't complain. She was used to your behavior—just never taking job as seriously as you should have. "You have a patient."

You didn't even look up, just clicking on the mouse, opening up the picture of random masked guy on Pinterest. "Damn, eight packs..." You mumbled.

"Doctor..." Your colleague sighed. "Please, the patient is very young."

You let out silent, surpassed groan. "Do I have to? Just call Dr. Kim—"

"The legal guardian specifically asked for you.." She interrupted you, but hesitantly so.

Your furrowed your eyebrows at that and leaned on the chair, looking at her like she's crime scene to be investigated and you're detective. "Did you tell anyone about my reputation?"

Ah, here it is.

She avoided your eyes. A sign of guilt.

You cussed under your breath. You've tried to avoid the responsibility of being a doctor for a while now. Why? Because it's not none of your damn business.

Patients come here for stupidest reasons possible. Like if someone farts to loudly, they come for a visit. Once you had a patient who became yellow because he was fucking dipshit, who ate around 50 mandarins.

Why would you want to deal with them? They were just pain anyway.

Hence, your reputation was hidden away—at least you thought so.

You got up from the chair and walked towards your colleague. "It better be serious."

"He's in room 57. 1200th bed." She added.

With that, you closed the door behind you.

But 1 minute hasn't passed before you opened it again. "Please, don't touch my computer. I have a feeling that I'll need to look at abs for my comfort after this again."

And you closed the door again.

You kicked the door open, of the room 57. The nurses—Ms. Kim, Mr. Yoon— looked at you, startled by your mannerless behavior. But you paid no mind to them, and neither to the hot, white haired guy next to the patient.

"Sup." You told the child, your eyes already scanning him. "Whatchu here for?"

The man, Hajun, narrowed his eyes at you. It's not like he didn't see the coat around your shoulders, or the uniform, but your behavior was far from doctor's.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" He asks you, suspiciously eyeing you.

You finally turned to him, your face screaming the audacity. "I'm the doctor you called for."

Hajun crunched his eyebrows in confusion. "You..?"

"No, doctor Jesus, maybe." You rolled your eyes at him and immediately grabbed his brother's arms to inspect them. The swelling was there, slight but still there. It seems like the kid didn't want to move his arms so much, because of pain. Then you looked at his legs and that's when you grimaced. "Damn, boy, you're swelling like balloon."

He looked away, probably from embarrassment.

Hajun wanted to say something, but you spoke up before him. "The blood test?"

"Done. We're waiting for answers." Ms. Kim informed you.

Then Mr. Yoon spoke up. "We think it's an Infection and gave him antibiotics—"

You cut him off. "Why would you assume it's an Infection?"

Mr. Yoon got confused and looked at his coworker, possibly for courage, since talking to you wasn't easy at all. "The patient's brother said the puppy bit him and swelling started since then."

You turned to the child again. "When did pain start?"

"Before the accident with puppy..." He mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear in the room, but his voice was shaky.

You turned to the nurses once again, shaking your head. "Definitely not infection then. Do better, Mr. Yoon."

The male nurse nodded his head respectfully, but someone else got loud instead.

Hajun, whose poker face finally broke, asked. "Then what is it?"

Now, you turned to handsome young man again, your neck getting stimulated from turning it around too much. Considering what you were thinking, maybe you should have been more careful with your words and tone, especially since patient was in the room. But you were never the type to do that anyway. "Easy. It's cancer."

Heavy silence fell in the room.

But then, Hajun spoke up in quiet, unsure voice. "What...?"

His brother has lost the color from his face, his eyes wide in fear.

"Yup." You nodded your head, confirming like it was most casual conversation. "Bone cancer, to be specific. We call it osteosarcoma." Then you faced the child again. "That means you won't start balding, so you can calm down."

"I..." His voice started shaking. "I have cancer?"

You sighed, trying to talk sweetly but failing miserably. "Buddy, when doctor tells you that you have bone cancer, that usually means that you do have bone cancer." Then you shrugged. "Unless the doctor's stupid. And whether I'm stupid of not—we'll see about that."

"W-Wait.." Ms. Kim suddenly interrupted, her voice slightly nervous as well. "Doc, we still don't know the results from blood test. So, we can't just diagnose from one glance."

You shook your head. "Forget the blood test. That shit's useless now. Let's do biopsy and bone scan later."

"But, biopsy is...very invasive." She spoke up again.

You raised an eyebrow at the nurse, as if questioning her audacity. "You know what else is invasive, ms. Kim? The cancer that could be eating this child's bones right now." Your tone changed. Now, it was more serious, more...professional.

The tension between you and the nurses, that seemed to oppose you, began to grew.

You knew damn well why they were acting like this, in front of the best doctor out of entire hospital, mind you. But, despite being the best, you couldn't avoid the accusations of, apparently, being crazy and mentally ill. Some even argued that you shouldn't be here, at this hospital, as a doctor—because you couldn't give a shit about your job. And also, didn't bother to receive patients.

This made many nurses and doctors lose trust in you. Like you were alienated in this hospital, because you were different.

Ironically, you were just more intelligent. But someone with low IQ and high ego could never see that. It was easier for them to label you as crazy instead.

Suddenly, Hajun's voice broke the tense silence. "Um..."

Everyone snapped out of their own worlds and looked at the young man.

"If it means helping my brother, I don't mind biopsy being done. Better be safe than sorry." He finished.

You slowly walked away from Mr. Yoon and stood in front of Hajun. "I like your brain."

"Pardon?"

"Anyway." You turned around. "Do it with the needle for now. Or I swear this child is gonna have panic attack."

That was the last thing you said, before you left the room.

Because of your quick diagnosis of cancer, the kid was left in the hospital, forbidden to go home. Nurses already took biopsy test from him, said the results would be in two or three days.

So, here he is, laying in hospital bed, tears built-up in his eyes, glancing at the window, like wishing he'd leave already.

The news about cancer was too much to take. He didn't know if he'd get disabled or maybe even die.

It scared him.

He knew that he was in hands of professional, the best doctor in this hospital and one of the best in entire Asia, but still, the scary thoughts of death gnawed at him, just like the cancer gnawed at his bones.

What if he really died? What then? What would Hajun do? What would his younger brother do?

He couldn't get rid of these thoughts, the images of his broken down body or corpse kept flashing in his mind, and before he even knew it—he started crying.

He didn't wanna go through that, through this. He wasn't ready. He couldn't do this.

Panic consumed his body, the fear of death kept creeping in his mind. Then he heard the loud beeping sound, but it was all drown in the background.

ECG beeped, catching the nurses off guard.

His heart spiked to 125 bpm, and it only kept increasing. His blood pressure shoots up, as cold sweat run down his neck.

The door got kicked open, Hajun and nurses rushed inside, with you lazily following behind, hands in your pockets as you leaned against the doorframe.

"His heart rate is high—130 bpm now." Ms. Kim spoke up. "His blood pressure is 145/95 mmHg."

"What's happening to him?" Hajun asked, his voice slightly shaky, despite his attempt to remain strong and calm.

"It could be DVT or SPE—"

"It's just panic attack." You cut Mr. Yoon off, twirling the lollipop in your mouth with the same careless, lazy attitude. "He thought he was gonna die, so he panicked."

Mr. Yoon turned to you, his face twisted in disbelief. "Doc, we don't know for sure yet. Cancer patients are at high risk for—"

"Blood clots, severe pain episodes, hypercalcemia—I know. But he's just having a panic attack." You finished.

Ignoring Mr. Yoon's glaring, you turned to face Hajun. He was still, barely breathing, mentally panicking himself. His eyes were locked onto his brother, who was crying right next to him, fighting the shortness of breath.

"Hey, handsome guy." You called him. "Follow me outside."

Hajun hesitated, his eyes filled with uncertainty. But still, he backed away from his brother.

"Hajun?" The child grabbed his attention again.

"I'll be back." Hajun answered shortly, before following you outside the hospital room.

You waited for him to come out, before closing the door and leaving the child in nurses' care—even if it was careless thing to do, surely they, at least, knew how to deal with a panic attack.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, unsure, almost as if he was afraid to hear the answer.

"Do you want me to start with good news or bad news?" You asked way too cheerfully, not bothered by the weight of this situation.

"Uh...Bad news." He said.

"Oh, you're brave one." You smiled slightly, before locking in. "Your brother's analysis of his blood showed that he has inflammation going on. Like, his blood cells are beefing right now, but seems like he doesn't have really good immune system."

"So..." He processed what you just said. "The inflammation will spread faster, right?"

"The cancer will spread faster." You corrected him.

"But the biopsy hasn't showed if it's cancer or not." He questioned. Of course, he did. He wasn't stupid enough to immediately believe the doctor without any proof whatsoever, but seems like he wasn't smart enough to tell the difference himself.

You sighed, already tired from explaining same thing twice. Mentally noting yourself to never talk to legal guardians again. "I know it's cancer."

"From just looking? That's not possible." He spoke up.

"Yes, it's possible, actually." You snapped at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Maybe if you had brains and education, you'd immediately figure out that the swelling from infection isn't what your brother has. His swelling is firm, almost immobile. While infection causes redness, warmth and even pus, along with that, fever, chills and etc. That's not what your brother has, just mild fatigue and bone pains, specifically at night. Which already points to darn cancer. And right now, I told you that blood tests came, showing that he doesn't have infection. He has elevated alkaline phosphatase with the absence of strong white blood cells, which also points at cancer. Happy?" You finally took a deep breath, your cheeks slightly red from slight rush of adrenaline.

Hajun was frozen in place, while you snapped at his face. He'd rather have said something, something about how proof is better than an assumptions, but no voice came out of his mouth, his jaw was dropped on the floor. Though, he didn't really want to admit, he could see why you were considered one of the best doctor in the Korea. He almost felt guilty for questioning you from the beginning.

"Anyways." You took a deep breath, embracing the upcoming rage that was going to scream at your face. "For good news, I won't be treating your brother."

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts, his eyebrows knitting together. "What? What do you mean?"

"That I won't be treating your brother. Want me to say it in Russian? Я не буду лечить рак у твоего брата." You said in rather sarcastic voice, almost mocking one.

"And why?"

"Because I just do diagnoses, not treatment."

His jaw muscles tightened, irritation seeped into his bones. And before you could even move, he grabbed your arm tight enough to make you hiss. "You do provide treatment. The reason why you're so popular in Asia, is because you treated patients with Alzheimer and even managed to find an affective cure. At the age of 20, no less."

You eyed his face up and down, your jaw twitching at the mention of your reputation and an achievement. "I'm glad that handsome man like you took interest in me, enough to dig through what I did, but I don't want to provide the treatment. Another doctor will do."

You could see his face twisting in anger again. "I paid, so you'd treat my brother." He declared, veins popping up on his arms, his face threateningly close to you.

"I'll return the money." You spoke, quietly this time.

Anger in his gaze never died down, but the strength in his grip did. His lips parted in response, as if he couldn't stop himself from talking. "If he dies, I'll make you regret not giving him treatment."

Your eye twitched, but didn't say anything else. Hajun, eventually, let go of you and walked back in the hospital room.

While you were left alone, your mind drifted to countless thoughts and images of the past—the blood, the corpse, the failure. Reminding you of that one mistake—one that changed your life, forever staying in the back of your mind like the parasite.

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YES YES FUCK—

feels good, but i know you want to cry out.

content. MDNI. implied multiple rounds, creampie, riding, overstim, hint of dacryphilia and size kink

a/n. i heard it was a certain someone's bday so i wrote this in a rush lol

joker wasn’t one to celebrate birthdays, but you altered his chemistry within a night.

first, it was the way you greeted him with that damn, innocent smile when he entered the hotel room.

you were holding large, number balloons that signified his age, and you playfully hit him in the head with the inflated plastic as soon as he dragged you onto the bed.

secondly, it was the cake you baked specially for him — double chocolate fudge, his favourite. you fed him a slice, and you instantly felt his big arms hug your body tight, a gesture of gratitude.

but now, it was the way your cunt wrapped around his cock like a vice, gripping him tightly as you made an effort to ride him.

the room was a mess — the balloons were discarded onto the floor together with your clothes, the bedsheets were crumpled, stained with sweat, drool, and cum, and the sounds your moans bounced off the four walls, driving joker crazy with your addictive voice.

you lost track of time, and the only thing in your mind was his thick cock. you always had an issue with his size, he was just too big. even after multiple rounds, your pussy seemed to not get used to his girth.

the stretch each time he pounded into you was dizzying, and your eyes always watered from being fucked. maybe that's why he always went faster upon seeing your glassy eyes.

it fuelled him.

but now, you were giving him your gift; plunging yourself onto his dick as your hands clawed his back, marking him. he hissed at the sensation, gripping your hips tightly to guide your movements.

up and down, up and down.

your tits bounced in his face enticely, and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting up to meet your movements even after you told him to just sit back and let you do the work.

you could never be dominant, at least not with joker. you shrieked at the sudden change in pace, his tip almost hitting your cervix as he grunted in your ear.

"you like that? fuck— you're perfect."

he praised, and you give in immediately, your head falling onto his shoulders as you whimpered against his neck. your hot breath sent jolts of pleasure down him, and he went even faster.

slaps of unrelenting thrusts and squelches of cum echoed throughout the room along with your overstimulated noises,

"h-hajun— hngh! hajun!"

you sobbed, moaning his name frantically as you came soon after. joker parted your legs apart even further, spreading and kneading your ass and bringing you down onto his cock even deeper despite your release to chase his own.

at this point, your mind was a haze, fogged by the overwhelming sensations of his hands, his body, his cock.

"fuck— babe, baby i'm gonna come."

you couldn't even register his words, your face buried in the crook of his neck and unintentionally placing open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.

"gonna come—haa—inside—"

he ceased his thrusts, stilling deep into you as your pussy clenched around him at the feeling of his load coating your walls, milking every drop of his cum.

the two of you stayed like this for a while, hugging each other and panting against each other's skin until you felt his hand go under your chin, directing your face to his as he kissed you deeply.

the flavour of chocolate lingered in his velvety kisses, and you tasted it off his lips.

"happy birthday hajun,"

you whispered breathlessly into his ear, but he found your words more erotic than affectionate.

he returned your words with a big fat kiss on your cheek playfully before dipping his head into the valley of your breasts. you stroked his hair, and you subtly felt the small twitch of his cock that was still inside you.

as soon as he latched his mouth onto your nipple, you looked down and pouted at his tease, sighing softly as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud;

you knew that you wouldn't be leaving the bed anytime soon, and it's all thanks to the birthday boy whom you call your boyfriend.

[i-nssomniia]

AAAAA 😭😭😭😭 MY HAJUN SO SWEET HAPPY BIRTHDAY BB😭😭🥹🥹🥹🥹

"Happy Birthday, Hajun"

Pairing: Park Hajun/Joker x Reader

Summary: You couldn't spend his birthday with him...sike

Tags: Fluff, Established RS, Domestic, Surprises, His brothers are with you lol

A/N: Happy Birthday to this baby boy! A little something because he deserves the best.

The morning of Hajun’s birthday started like any other—but you could see the weight of it on his shoulders.

He sat at the kitchen table in silence, silver hair falling in strands that caught the weak light from the window. His scar—a pale, hard line from his lip to his jaw—looked sharper when his mouth was set in a grim line. He wasn’t sulking out loud, not the type to throw words around carelessly, but the quiet thundercloud mood hung thick in the air.

You knew why. 

You’d told him last night, with a deep sigh, that you wouldn’t be able to spend the day with him because of work—and even though you delivered the news smoothly, the way his shoulders stiffened and his eyes flickered down told you he wasn’t happy about it.

“You’re not coming tonight?” His voice had been low, rough with sleep still, but edged with something else—disappointment he wouldn’t admit to.

“I can’t, love” you’d said, forcing your eyes to your phone so you didn’t cave under his stare. “Work called me in.” 

He didn’t argue. 

He didn’t pout or demand. 

He just gave a grunt, a small nod, and turned away. That was Hajun—quiet, guarded, swallowing more than he let out. But the heaviness in the room told you you’d cut him deeper than he let show.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” you hummed softly behind him.

The tension in his broad shoulders was obvious, the set of his jaw iron hard. He looked like he was preparing for another fight, though this one was invisible.

You hated lying to him. But if you wanted today to matter—if you wanted it to feel like something more than another date on the calendar—you needed the lie. 

And you needed help.

That’s why Wooin had promised to drag him out, keep him moving all afternoon, and Hyuk had agreed to back him up. Between those two, Hajun wouldn’t be home until the sun dipped—that gave you just enough time.

The moment the door shut behind him, you rolled up your sleeves and tied an apron on. Hajun’s little brothers—bright-eyed and buzzing with energy—were already bouncing in the kitchen. They’d been up early, whispering about their secret mission.

“Noona, do we really get to decorate the whole house?” the youngest asked, eyes wide.

“Of course.” You grinned, handing him a roll of streamers. “He deserves it, right?”

“Right!” he beamed, already racing off to find a chair to climb on.

The older one leaned against the counter, trying to act cool but failing to hide his excitement. “Do you think hyung will like it? He doesn’t really… celebrate stuff.”

“He’ll love it,” you promised softly. “Because it’s from you two.” bopping him by his nose.

Cooking began first. 

You set pots simmering, guided the boys as they chopped vegetables—though half the pieces ended up uneven, and one onion had to be rescued before it turned into mush. The kitchen filled with warmth: sizzling garlic, savory broth, the sharp sweetness of frosting sugar in the air. Every so often, one of the boys snuck a taste, and you swatted at their hands with mock sternness that made them giggle.

Decorating came next. 

Balloons inflated with haphazard effort, some lopsided, some perfect. Streamers draped unevenly across the living room ceiling. It wasn’t polished or fancy, but it was alive—colorful and warm, the kind of joy this humble home rarely saw.

The cake became the heart of it all. 

You showed them how to spread frosting carefully, though it ended with smears across their cheeks and laughter bouncing off the walls, along with how they argued over toppings, until finally, with compromise, it was crowned with cream and blueberries.

When the last candle was placed, you stepped back with them, wiping your flour-dusted hands on your apron and watched as the house glowed with more than just decorations. 

It glowed with life—and you couldn’t wait to see his face.

The sun dipped low, shadows stretching long and then you heard the heavy tread of boots outside. You signaled towards the boys, who ducked behind the couch, barely able to contain their excitement behind their muffled giggles and snickers.

Then the door finally opened. 

Hajun stepped in, his presence filling the space instantly—tall, broad, silver hair tousled from the day, mood still carved into his face. His eyes swept the room lazily at first, ready to greet the same quiet home he always came back to.

But then he froze—eyes widening in realization as the dull room greeted him with a burst of colors. Streamers hung from the ceiling. Balloons dotted the floor. The table brimmed with food, candles glowing softly. 

His brothers leapt from their hiding spot with a chorus of, “Happy birthday, hyung!”

And then there was you—standing at the center, apron still dusted with flour, cheeks flushed from the day’s work, smiling softly as you stepped toward him.

He didn’t move. 

His dark eyes just widened slightly, flicking from his brothers to the decorations, and then to you. His jaw working like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

You reached up on your toes, pressing a kiss to his scarred cheek. Your lips lingering a second, and when you pulled back, you whispered with a smile—

“Happy birthday, Hajun.”

For a long moment, silence stretched. 

Then his hand lifted, rough and hesitant, finding the small of your back. His thumb brushed there once, almost like a question. 

“…You lied,” he muttered, voice low, but it lacked any real bite.

You laughed. “Worth it, wasn’t it?”

His brothers rushed him then, tugging him further inside, shouting over each other about the cake, the food, the balloons. Hajun let them pull, still a little stunned, but his gaze—steady, unshakable—never left you.

The dinner that came next was chaos—-the good kind. 

His youngest brother dropped his fork three times, each clatter making everyone laugh harder. The older one told stories with dramatic flair, hands waving wildly until Hajun flicked his forehead to make him settle down. 

You watched Hajun between it all—silent, stoic as always, but his eyes softer than you’d ever seen. He didn’t speak much, but every time he glanced around the table—at the food, the laughter, his brothers, you—the corners of his scarred mouth threatened to curve.

The cake came next. 

Candles lit, frosting shining, his brothers sang loudly and off-key, their voices echoing through the small house. Hajun sat there, staring at the cake like it was foreign, like he didn’t quite know what to do with it. His brothers nudged him.

“Make a wish, hyung!”

Hajun looked at you. 

You only smiled, nodding gently. Something flickered in his eyes—something raw, almost vulnerable—before he leaned down and blew the candles out in one slow breath.

The boys cheered, and the cake was cut unevenly, frosting smeared, crumbs everywhere. You laughed when one of them dabbed a bit of icing on your cheek, only for Hajun to swipe it away with his thumb, quiet but protective. His touch lingered a moment longer than necessary, and you felt your heart stutter.

It was an eventful birthday dinner—but a fulfilling one.

Hours later, the boys were asleep, curled up in their rooms, the house finally quiet—you stood in the kitchen, stacking plates, humming softly. The hum of the fridge filled the silence, the only other sound the steady rhythm of Hajun’s footsteps as he entered.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, gaze fixed on you. You could feel the weight of it, heavy and unflinching.

“You did all this,” he said finally. Not a question.

“I did,” you whispered, setting down a plate.

He didn’t move for a long time. 

Then, slowly, he pushed off the counter and closed the distance, each step sure and deliberate. His hand reached for yours, large and warm, rough from fights but steady. He didn’t squeeze hard, just enough to ground you, tether you.

“You lied to me,” he repeated, voice softer this time.

You smiled faintly. “For the right reason.”

Hajun stared down at you, his scar casting a shadow across his jaw, his eyes unreadable but burning with something you could feel in your bones. 

Finally, he bent his head, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath was warm, his voice rough as he murmured, “Best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Your heart ached at the honesty in his tone. You tilted your head up, and his mouth found yours—not rough, not demanding, but slow. Careful. Like he was trying to tell you everything he couldn’t put into words. Gratitude, relief, love. It was nothing like the fire of a fight. 

It was something far more dangerous—something far more permanent.

When he pulled back, his hand was still holding yours, his forehead resting against yours as though he couldn’t let go. 

And you smiled through the warmth in your chest, whispering, “Happy birthday, Hajun.”

This time, his lips twitched—the closest thing to a smile you’d ever seen, “Thank you, love.”

And it was all for you.

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