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boyfriend!sunwoo headcanons

presenting ur college bf sunwoo <3

word count : 1.1K+

watch it : suggestive content, skinny dipping, mildly illegal actions (sneaking into public pool after hours), if I missed anything feel free to let me know !

a/n : this series is rly fun, hopefully ill get to all the boys soon (hah the boys, get it ?) this one got a way more actual fic like then the other little headcanons in this series and thats okay I rly like it. I hope u do too !

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-ah sunwoo, the neighborhood headache

-works at a tiny convenience store in front of a community pool, don’t ask, he doesn’t have any answers. Only conspiracies

-hates his job but its all worth it when he meets you there

-you come stumbling in during finals week, long after most ppl should be up n about

-He sees u n doesn’t think much, another late night finals studier, could be way worse

-that is until he loses track of you in the tiny store and finds you passed out leaning on the cheese puffs, halfway to dream land and drooling. Kinda cute, kinda annoying

-He wakes you up, helps you get home and scores your number in the proces. Just in case you pass out in strange places again he tells you

-The rest is history

-U stop by the little store any chance u get. Eager to taste any and all sweetness sunwoo gives you. Hes full energy and sugary words

-it becomes routine, you finish your classes for the day, check ur phone for ur daily “at the store today” or the rare “not at the store today”. And swing by the cozy little building, well more of a crack in the wall than anything but a store nonetheless

-he always greets u with a smile, quickly followed by some dumb remark

“Don’t fall asleep in the snack aisle again” “Unfortunately we just ran out of in isle beds sorry”

“I’m not gonna wake u up this time”

“You drool in your sleep you know it’s so grossss”

-he’s truly a headache, the reasons as to why u always choose to come back remains a mystery to u and the general population

(you know the reason but that doesnt mean youll admit it. Your crush on him will die with you dammit)

-there’s one day where he tells you he’ll be working the latest shift okay so he won’t be there at your usual time. So instead u wear ur comfiest pjs, bring a few blankets and show up about 20 mins into his shift. Long after the streets have cleared of ppl. It reminds you of your first meeting all those nights ago

It’s almost like you’re the only 2 ppl in the world, and you let yourself believe it. Even for only the time shared together

-He pretends like the gesture doesn’t make him blush and instead goes back to teasing

Its okay hes cute, you’ll let it slide

-About another 30 mins in does he decide to ditch the job and take u to the infamous community pool. There have been 0 customers is his excuse

The pool is in fact right behind the store, the back staff room leads right out to the warm summer night illuminated by a single street light in the far corner of the property. Just enough to be able to walk without dying.

There begins a little strip of mangled concrete that separates the two. And from that a wired fence to the back end of the pool that looks like it’s seen much better days

-He’s teasing about it, per usual

Lots of “come on it isnt even that cold”

“Barely anyone uses it when it’s light out what makes u think there’s gonna be an influx in users at 2 am”

He starts the climb up the fence, looping a foot in one of the larger holes between the wire. It doesn’t take him much time to scale it, landing with a smirk on the other side

-You eventually give in, rolling your eyes while attempting to do the same. Embarrassingly enough you end up needing his help getting over it.

‘You’re such a baby”

“Just such up and help me woo”

He laughs but helps you anyway. Climbing back over to help you get your footing. The gentle hold he has on your ankle makes this seem like a far more intimate activity. Until he all but throws you the rest of the way over

“God i hate you”

Laughs bubble from his mouth faster than he can stop them, clutching his stomach and wiping tears,,“That was fun tho come on you have to admit that much”

“Yeah yeah whatever. “ you huff, letting him lead you the rest of the way to the dark water.

He gives you a look before you shake your head, “I’m not swimming tho!! I have no extra clothes and i’m not gonna let these get all wet and gross” you sigh

“So swim without them” he shrugs

“No you idiot i don’t have any other-”

“I know, just swim without clothes? Live a little”

You can feel the blush slowly span your face at that, you hope he cant tell in the dark

“You live too much” is all you have to say back

He just laughs, not wasting time to peel his own clothes off and wiggling into the water. You try not to stare you really really do but holy hell does he make it hard. It’s almost like he’s taunting you with how slow he’s walking into the water

He turns to you after the water is up to his navel, motioning with a hand for you to join.

Really the problem isn’t the situation at hand, skinny dipping seems like great fun rly, the problem lies with the man who you’re in this predicament with. He’s all but invaded your heart and mind at this point. He’s just, so, everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Sweet smiles and even sweeter words, teasing but still kind, always making room for you in his life. Hard working to his core.

the way he looks at you while you tell him the most mundane things about your day makes your head spin, the care he takes into looking out for you is unmatched by anyone. you are so gone for him

fuck it.

you toss your clothes to the side faster than you can change your mind about it and slide your way into the freezing water

“it’s fucking freezing what the hell “

he only strides closer to u, gently lacing your hands together and pulling you further in, where the water now comes to your collar bones.

“I got you” he murmurs

you shiver and shake at the water,”m still cold”

but he only presses himself impossible close to under the water

“well, let me warm u up then” he barely whispers while your chests are flush together, his hands on either side of your face

that night is the first time you kiss, and the night he confesses

-your new found relationship is filled with many more happy moments and endless teases

-loving sunwoo is as easy as simply existing near him. He pulls you into his orbit, never intending to let you so much as slip from within. An anchor of sorts, internally destined to lie within the invisible force that drives the both of u together

his laugh is infectious his smile brighter than the sun, always putting you first and scheming of new ways to make u blush

he’s a keeper, treat him well

#AHHHHHHHHHHH #sobs this is so cute!!!#$

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i2woo · 2 years

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ATEEZ as ✶ songs in my playlist !

ot8 x gn!reader ✶ fluff, smut (sacrilege, oral [m. receiving] dubcon), angst (cheating mentions, alcohol [?], yandere behavior, stalking, murder/violence.). 2,628 total words.

if any of the stated warnings make you uncomfortable, either skip that members part or dont read! your safety matters more than a reblog or like!!

individual warnings at the start of each members part.

P.SH 293 ✶ E.T. - Katy Perry

✶ none.

Something about him always felt off, like he wasn't from this earth. It was stupid, childish even. But you couldn't shake the feeling he was different. Your roommates' weird little habits never used to stick out to you. They were never suspicious to you. Just normal little things.

Sometimes you wish you had never gotten that assignment. ‘Extraterrestrials’ what kind of bullshit is that? The research you did for it messed with you. Made you suspicious of everyone and everything. You tried getting past it, but every little thing you saw started to drive you crazy. You surely didn't believe in aliens? Right?

Seonghwa started to notice the way you observed him. How your eyes lingered on him when he would tinker with things in his spare time. He thought you were just trying to learn more about him. With the way, you went through his stuff, at least. You had to have thought he was stupid. He kept his room perfect. Nothing was improper until you started snooping.

It took a few months, but you finally found evidence against him. Reading someone's journal may not be morally correct, BUT it helped you so much. You were on your way back to his room, journal in hand, ready to confront him. Running into something and falling on your ass wasn't in your plan.

“Ah, I see you had my journal. Find anything interesting? Anything you were searching for?” he bent down, picking up the book and offering you a hand. Reluctantly, you took it. “I-i can explain!” you felt your heart pounding, face heating up. He caught you. Why weren't you more careful! “Go on. Tell me all your thoughts about me being a monster. How scared you are. I have all day.”

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K.HJ 286 ✶ Cupid's Chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

✶ yandere behavior, violence.

He knew he fell in love easily. He knew it hurt him but you, you were different! he could feel it! hongjoong called his mom, telling her all about you. about how much he loved your hair, the way you walked with a certain confidence, how your smile lit up the whole room. god he was obsessed!

He got off the phone with her, falling back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling, mind full of you. He stood up, grabbing his camera bag and ran out of the apartment. He made his way to your job, sitting in his car across the street from the little cafe. His face lit up when he saw you. He fumbled with the camera. ‘Haven't done this in awhile, heh’ he brought the foreign object up to his face, snapping shots of you talking to customers. He noticed one man, he was so touchy with you, you didn't like it! No one but him should touch you. You're his! He sat there, a scowl etched onto his features

He sat there and waited. Why did this creep have to stay there for so long? He slumped in his seat, getting annoyed. Hongjoong jumped up as he saw him leave. He grabbed his tools, following the man to an alley. He snuck up behind him and struck him with some random brick he found on the floor. The man fell to the ground with a thud.. He looked down the alley, making sure he was alone. He bashed the man's skull in, beating him to a bloody pulp. “Dont touch what's mine.” he spat he walked back to his car, taking a few more pictures of you before driving off.

J.YH 347 ✶ Lowlife - Poppy

✶ none.

Life felt like hell. Everything was going wrong. You got fired, you got kicked out of your apartment, and your fucking car got towed. The world was against you. It had to be The only good thing that happened was your sister letting you stay with her. Her place was small. A nice 2 bedroom apartment downtown. You envied her. She always had everything going perfectly. ‘Cunt.’ It's been a month since you moved in. No luck on the job search.

The lobby of the building was comforting to you. Something about the atmosphere made you feel safe. You were down there one night, trying to get away from your sister. You noticed the manager put up some fliers on the bulletin board. The second he walked away, you ran over to it. "Job opening at a restaurant on xx street! No experience required!" you gasped, dialing the number immediately, hoping they were still open. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding when they answered.

The interview went perfectly. You got the job, and it felt like everything was going well! until your sister kicked you out. "I don’t have anywhere to go!" you shouted at her as she packed your things up. "Go find someplace! Go live with Mom! I don’t care. I'm starting a family and I can't have my sister here!"

You used the little bit of money you had to rent a room at a shitty hotel until you could get an actual place to live. The building was old, old and gross. All the plants were dead or dying, no matter how hard the poor old couple tried to keep them alive. Speaking of the old couple, they had a son. a son that was at the motel very often. The two of you started to get close. He was the highlight of your lowlife. He gave you hope that things would get good again. jeong yunho The man who made you happy, the man who made you realize life isn't shit, the man you fell for.

K.YS 257 �� End Up Here - 5sos

✶ mentions of alcohol, sex.

Yeosang felt uncomfortable at the party. All the drunk people vomiting and making out with each other wasn't exactly his scene. He pushed through the crowd, trying to reach the front door when you walked in. he felt everything stop. A spotlight was on you as you entered in slow motion. Everyones eyes were on you. The guys flocked to you like vultures around a dead body. They were all over you. Asking for your name. He felt his face heat up and ran to the bathroom. “don't be an idiot. don't fuck this up.” he pepped himself up in the mirror.

Squeezing out the door, he leaned against a nearby wall, watching the way you moved. He was so distracted by the thought of you he didn't even notice you coming over, “h-hey!” he cursed himself for stuttering in front of you. “Nice shirt. Cobain?” he nodded, that being the last thing he remembered.

He woke up the next morning, a major headache torturing him. He looked around, trying to see where he was. His gaze lead to your resting body. Parts of last night flashed through his mind. Your moans, his grunts, the way you screamed his name. The memories made him blush. Again, he was so lost in thought he didn't notice the way you started to stir and wake up. “Good morning…last night was great…” you crawled over to him, your thumb came up to his cheek, smudging your red lipstick stain away. How the fuck did he end up here? With you?

C.SN 229 ✶ El Diablo - Elena Tsagrinou

✶ sacrilege, dubcon, smut buildup but no actual smut.

The sound of his voice echoed through the empty building. Just a few minutes ago the pews were filled with families, all praying to god, all being good in his eyes. all except one. Choi san. He was great at keeping up the good boy image around adults but everyone at school knew how he actually was. He was a heartbreaker. A cherry popper. You hated him…you tried to! You really did! But, he was gorgeous. You had to admit you had a small crush.

You never thought he'd notice you. Never thought he'd even walk by you and acknowledge your presence in the halls. He called you his angel. Every day in class he’d ask to be partners with his ‘little angel’. You didn't hate the name, it made you blush every time he used it. You just never thought he'd be using it in this sense.

“San, we shouldn't do this! Especially not here! what if we get cau-” he put his hand over your mouth, “c’mon angel, don't you love me?” you felt the angel and devil appear on your shoulders as he lowered his hand, the two arguing. you looked up at him, staring into his eyes. “I'm yours…” he smirked, pulling you close to him as he hiked your skirt up. “You’ll always be my angel, even after I ruin you. My pretty angel”

S.MG 360 ✶ Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

✶ angst, cheating mentions.

He started coming home later than usual. Adding 30 minutes each night. He knew you knew. You smelt the cheap perfume on him everytime he came to lay in your shared bed. It used to be warm and inviting. Now, it's just a frozen hell. You knew he’d end it soon. The love of your life would be gone. You couldn't handle it. Life without him seemed miserable. It was torture with him but without looked so much worse. You could put up with it, yeah?

You spent hours convincing yourself everything would be fine. That he wouldn't leave you. And he didn't! He stopped seeing the girl, and started paying attention to you. You felt like you could breathe again, like life mattered. All until he left you. You saw the flowers and note on the table expecting it to be something sweet. Your smile faded reading the words. ‘It’s over. It ended a long time ago, I just didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry’ what kind of dick breaks up with someone like this?

It hurt at first. It felt like someone cut you open and poured all kinds of salt on you. You got over it. In a way. You just blocked everything out, went numb. You two arranged a meetup to give him his stuff that he left behind. He told you to meet at the location of your first date. A small cliff that overlooked the city. Driving there left you breathless. The memories all came flooding in, kicking at your emotions. His car pulled up a few minutes after yours.

He got out before you, walking to the spot of your first kiss. You grabbed the box, holding onto it for dear life. “Hey.” you spoke first, wanting to just get this over with. You tried keeping your guard up, it disappeared when you looked up at him. You shoved the box full of his clothes and pictures of the two of you into him. “..Thanks.” you nodded, starting to walk away. Your feet stopped you.”uh, Mingi?” he made a huh sound, confused on why you were still talking to him. “nevermind..” Those were the last words of that chapter. You closed him out for good.

J.WY 568 ✶ Cpr - CupcakKe

✶ smut, oral (m. receiving)

You were scared to try it. He mentioned you giving him head while he was gaming a long time ago never thinking you'd actually do it but, you were tired of him not paying attention to you. You were tired of his empty promises for date nights and hanging out. You could've gotten rid of the game or something along those lines but you didn't want a fight. You hid in the bathroom for a few minutes, calming yourself down and convincing yourself this would work. “Okay.. just breathe y/n. In and out.”

Gripping the doorknob, you opened the door, walking into your shared room with him. He didn’t even move.. You thought, upset that he was so focused on winning that stupid game. You took small steps toward him and his setup, heart jumping out of your chest. You sank to your knees, it felt weird to you. You hadn't done it in almost a month. Ignoring the feeling, you crawled underneath his desk, hands going up his thighs. He looked down at you for a second, confusion etched onto his face. Staring up at him with puppy eyes, you made your way up to his dick. You paused for a second, fear washing over you. You carried on, palming him until you felt him start to get hard.

You smirked, he was so easy. “Oh, woo..I’ve missed you so much..” you reached up to the waistband of his sweats, tugging at them until he got the message to help you out. Once you finally got him out of them you stared. Stared so unbelievably hard at him. Had it really been so long you forgot what he looked like? You wrapped your hand around him, giggling at how he gasped from you just holding it. You took your hand off, spitting in it for some form of lube and started stroking him. His reactions almost made the wait worth it! Almost. You finally noticed he was in a call with his friends, the wheels in your head started turning. You scooted closer, placing a gentle kiss on his tip, slowly moving down and making the kisses sloppy.

You licked one long strip from the base to the tip, soon taking him into your mouth entirely. He bit his lip, trying his hardest to not let his friends know what was happening. He squeezed his eyes shut, all focus on the game lost. He opened them for a second to mute his mic so he could be as loud as he wanted. His noises filled the small room.

It had only been a few minutes and he was embarrassingly close. It may have been awhile since you two did this but you’d always be able to tell if he was gonna cum soon. You wanted to mess with him and not let him cum but he was being too cute! His face was all scrunched up and his sounds were oh so adorable. You always loved when he looked like this. It was your favorite side of your boyfriend. “Go ahead, baby. cum.“ you stuck your mouth on him one last time, letting him know you wanted him to cum down your throat. A mantra of curses and moans fell from his lips. He smiled down at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of his leftover cum spilling down the side of your lips.

C.JH 290 ✶ Ghost of You - 5sos

✶ angst.

He never really got over you. He still thought of you everyday and how he could've made you stay. The memory of that night repeats in his mind like a broken tape. He checks your socials from time to time, seeing how you're doing so well without him while he's just miserable. He hates it. He doesn't know which emotions to feel. Anger? Hurt? Sadness? They all felt the same at some points.

It really was hell for him. He couldn't even sleep on your side of the bed or wash the lipstick stain off your old coffee cup. He's tried but everytime he just breaks down. It wasn't fair. He deserves to try again. Especially after this torture hes gone through. He can still remember your scent and how you two would dance around your apartment, giggling and telling eachother how much you loved one another. The only comfort he had was drinking. It numbed the pain but it stopped after a while.

He checked your instagram again, jealousy coursing through his veins at how you moved on with some dickhead you barely knew. Hegot up, showered and cleaned. Start shoving your things into a box to throw out. He was at the back of his closet, looking for anything you had there when he saw it. Your old Zeppelin shirt shoved into the corner. He remembered you wearing it when you ran away. When you felt like the world was collapsing in on you. He picked it up, smelling it to see if it had any of your old perfume on it. Nothing. He realized he’s lost everything. His light, his shine, his love. He's just a shell of a man. You caused this. You ruined Choi Jongho.

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