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I was looking around and I was wondering. What if Taehun had a loser girlfriend who's literally the complete opposite of him. Like she's wayyy nicer then him (too nice), probably a push over, and not that smart. But she's the comfort he wants ykyk I'M SORRY I'M THAT LOSER GF I JS WANT A MAN LIKE TAEHOON

Dummy!

A/N: worry not, anon. I'm that loser GF too. 😭 This'll be shorter than my usual, forgive me. I loved writing this so much though. 🫀🥹

Pairing: Taehoon Seong x F!Reader

Themes: reader being an idiot. if you're familiar with my writing, there is always swearing.

To some, it’s baffling how one could fall for Taehoon Seong out of all people. He’s a pretty guy with captivating eyes and graceful movements, nghhh~ he's undeniably irresistible, isn't he? Every girl around him would think the same, swooning left and right due to his insane visuals -- Tsk! He's gorgeous! And you weren’t any different. In fact, you were his biggest simp.

It was a curious pairing, to say the least—Mr. Bad Boy and Miss Too-Good-For-Your-Own-Good.

Taehoon strode into the room with the kind of attitude that made people step aside. His arrogance and aggression were palpable. “Do I look like a fuckin’ bank to ya? I ain’t lending 7000, got it? Now scram before I beat the shit outta ya.”

You, on the other hand, were the epitome of kindness and generosity. “Sure! You can borrow 200,000 won from me! Just pay it as soon as you can!” Yeah, incredibly dumb too, unfortunately.

Taehoon had an uncanny ability to read people like an open book. “You think I’m stupid enough to fall for that?” He’d snap, seeing through deceptions with ease.

Meanwhile, “Always happy to help!” You remained blissfully unaware of how people took advantage of you.

Taehoon lived by his own rules, always favoring his own brand of logic. “I’m doing this my way. It’s more efficient.” he would declare, unyielding in his methods.

And then there was you, grappling with concepts that seemed beyond your grasp. “Fuck this shit, I don’t understand a thing!”

“It’s math.” He'd say, almost bemused.

“I hate it.” you’d retort, your frustration evident.

“Those are just numbers.” he would explain.

“Fuck numbers, bruh!” you’d respond, exasperated.

“USE THE THEOREMS, GOD DAMN IT!”

“WHAT THEOREMS!?!” you’d cry out in desperation.

In physical prowess, he was unmatched, while you... Uhh... “How many more laps? It’s been ages!” you’d complain during your grueling training sessions.

“It’s been 5 fucking minutes, y/n,” he’d respond, barely breaking a sweat.

You were expressive, a fucking drama queen. While he remained, well, Taehoon.

When you’d proclaim, “I love you!” your heart on your sleeve, he’d respond with a gruff, “Of course I feel the same, dummy.”

A small injury would elicit your dramatic reaction: “Ouch! That stings!” while he’d barely bat an eye and say, “Be careful next time, you dimwit.”

You might sob over a movie, your emotions spilled out loud, and he’d- “Boooo. 0 stars. Too many plot holes. ”

Sometimes, vulnerability hits you, “Ugly crying in my bed right now,” and he’d cut through the sadness with an - “Alright, who the fuck hurt you?”

Happiness flowed from you like a river when you were with him. “I’m so happy when I’m with you~” To which he’d retort, “Same-- Ugh! Will you wipe that grin off?”

When you voiced how something hurt you, he’d reply bluntly, “Sometimes we just have to suck it up.”

“Can’t you be a little more sensitive?” But he'd always try. “I’m trying to understand where you’re coming from.”

And in the wake of betrayal, you’d lament, “Aughh, I just didn’t expect her to backstab me like that, I’m so stupid!” He’d offer a rough kind of comfort, “Want me to kick her in the ass?”

But beneath all these differences—your gentleness against his toughness, your warmth melting through his cold exterior—there was balance.

There was love.

There was harmony.

If it wasn’t already clear, he needed you just as much as you needed him.

From time to time, Taehoon shows his vulnerable side. You have to remember, he's just a human being and he can't always keep up his tough guy persona.

He grapples with uncertainties, worried that without caution, he could distance himself from you and ultimately be left alone.

He carries a burden of past mistakes that weighs heavily on his shoulders. It's an injury he seldom recognizes, yet it impacts all his decisions in a subtle way.

The thought of his previous mistakes coming back to trouble him and harming his loved ones worries him deeply.

However, despite feeling clearly insecure, Taehoon, being Taehoon, decides to never address it openly.

These ideas, though, are simply possibilities. He always puts in the effort to avoid making mistakes.

You understand there’s more beneath the surface and always offer him gentle reassurance.

“Taehoon, you’re here now, and that’s what matters. I’m with you, no matter what.”

In his own way, he cherishes the balance you bring to his life.

After all, even a bad boy needs a good girl to keep him grounded.

As you look at him, with all his imperfections and flaws, you smile and say, “I love you.”

And he looks back at you with a rare, genuine smile and replies, “Yeah, I love you too, dummy.”

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lozchi · 2 months

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*INHALES!!*

TAEHOON WITH A FIGHTER READER!.. please..🥺🥺 like imagine him being attracted to the reader.. because he thinks she's strong 🥺🥺.. like he'll follow her around, not exactly knowing what to do or say.. like he'll try to "challenge" her out of nowhere.. forcing her to join the dojo.. 🥺🥺.. and imagine if the reader declines because she want to prioritize her "studies"..

SORRY IF IT'S COMPLICATED 😂😂

A/N: It's not complicated at all since I actually daydreamt of this scenario so many times, all good! LMAO I MISSED HIM SO MUCH I'M CRYING (not proofread, I'll probably edit this later haha, I dunno.) For you, @geto-s-one-n-only !

Pairing: Taehoon Seong x Reader | Request had a fem reader in mind but there are no pronouns, this is gender-neutral.

Themes: you're a badass and Taehoon is whipped.

wc: 2,222 words

You were a NewTuber who gained a large following by teaching martial arts with clear instructions, impressive techniques, and a charismatic personality. Your channel has turned into a popular destination for fans of martial arts, attracting viewers globally, including the famous Hobin Yoo.

One day, Hobin himself reached out to you, intrigued by your skills and eager to collaborate. He saw the potential for a dynamic and inspiring partnership that could benefit both of your audiences. While you were excited by the opportunity, not everyone shared the same enthusiasm. Taehoon, upon hearing about the collaboration, remained indifferent. He had his own standards and wasn’t easily impressed.

However, the rest of the HYC held immense respect for your moves and teaching methods. They had seen your videos and were keen to create content with you. Hobin, recognizing the value you could bring, arranged for a one-on-one session to showcase your talents. Gyeoul attended the session and was thoroughly impressed by your techniques and teaching style.

Despite the respect from the crew, you were aware of Taehoon's dismissive attitude and decided to challenge him to a sparring match. Confident in his own abilities, Taehoon accepted, exuding his usual cocky demeanor. However, as the match progressed, it became clear that he had underestimated you. Your skill, strategy, and precision in the fight ultimately led to his defeat.

Taehoon’s loss was a humbling experience for him, and he couldn’t get you out of his mind after that.

It was a regular afternoon, and you had just finished recording a video on how to improve your kicks. Feeling satisfied with the session, you took a shower to freshen up, then retreated to your room for some much-needed rest. As you lay back on your bed, you decided to grab your phone and check your notifications.

To your surprise, you saw a message from someone you didn't expect: Taehoon. His message was brief and to the point:

Taehoon: wyd

You quickly responded, curious about the unexpected communication.

You: Nothing much, I just finished a vid :D

You sent the message and noticed that he had read it almost immediately. But then, there was no reply. Minutes turned into a considerable amount of time, and you found yourself left on read. It was a strange occurrence, but you shrugged it off, figuring that Taehoon might have had other things to attend to.

Just as you were about to put your phone down, it buzzed again with another message from Taehoon.

Taehoon: fight me.

I want a rematch.

It turned into an almost regular thing; every now and then, you'd have a sparring session in the dojang with Taehoon. These matches gradually evolved into regular hangouts, where the two of you would spend time together outside of training. One day, you both decided to grab ice cream after a particularly intense session.

"As I was saying, those cramps worsened over time since I forgot to stretch." you said, licking your ice cream as you recounted your story.

"Huh, never had to deal with that even as a beginner." Taehoon remarked with his annoying smug expression. Suddenly, his eyes darted to something behind you. "What's that?" he pointed somewhere behind you.

Instinctively, you turned to look, and in that brief moment of distraction, Taehoon leaned over and took a lick of your ice cream.

"Why you-!" you exclaimed, smacking his arm playfully.

"That's what you get for being an idiot." he retorted with a smirk.

"I'm not an idiot!" you shot back.

"Oh yeah?" Taehoon raised an eyebrow. "Your ice cream's melting and dripping down your hand right now, and you don't even notice."

You glanced down and saw that he was right—your ice cream was indeed melting and making a mess. With a frustrated sigh, you tried to salvage what you could.

"Tsk, I can't with you." you muttered, shaking your head as Taehoon chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment.

You checked your phone and saw it was getting late. "Hey, I had a lot of fun today, but I need to go and study." you said, getting ready to leave.

"I'll take you home." Taehoon offered without hesitation.

"That's sweet of you, but I can do just fine."

"I'm not asking for permission. I'm taking you home. It's dangerous at night." Taehoon insisted, his tone firm.

"I can easily beat you in a fight. What makes you think I can't go home by myself?" you challenged him. Grrr, take the hint.

"I go easy on you sometimes, y'know?" he scoffed, not willing to back down.

You groaned and turned to leave, but he followed right behind you. "You should train in our dojang sometime." he suggested as you walked.

"Well, that's not really necessary. You already know I have somewhere else to train."

There was a brief silence between you, the sound of your footsteps filling the night air, until Taehoon broke it again.

"When can we fight again?"

"Not sure," you admitted. "I'll be putting off my vids for a bit since I have exams."

"I'll help you study." he offered, surprising you with his sincerity.

"That's nice of you, but we both know you're just gonna end up distracting me." you said, shaking your head with a smile.

"Yeah, that's right." he admitted, laughing lightly.

"Yeonwoo can probably be more helpful than you," you added, trying to gently let Taehoon down while keeping the conversation light.

"You're comparing me to a nerd? Tch, seriously?" Taehoon retorted, clearly annoyed by the comparison.

"A really kind, good-looking, strong nerd," you added with a smirk, knowing this would get under his skin.

"Tsk. Whatever." he muttered, but you could tell he was slightly flustered.

You seized the opportunity to tease him further. "Aww, are you jealous?"

"You're getting way ahead of yourself, idiot."

"I'm not an idiot!"

The two of you continued to bicker playfully, your voices filling the quiet night as you walked. The retorts and comebacks only fueled the banter.

As you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face Taehoon. "Well, this is me."

"Yeah, yeah." he replied, his tough exterior cracking just enough to show a hint of a smile. "Don't stay up too late studying."

"I won't," you assured him. "Thanks for walking me home."

"Whatever."

"Good night~"

"Good night."

Exams were nearing, and you were studying your ass off, as promised, taking some time off from your NewTube channel to focus on your exams. The pressure was intense, and you spent countless hours buried in textbooks and notes. Despite your dedication to studying, Taehoon wouldn’t leave you alone. He seemed determined to keep you company, whether you liked it or not.

You found yourself sitting on the floor, textbooks spread out around you as you racked your brain over a particularly challenging problem. You sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of the upcoming exams bearing down on you.

Just then, Taehoon leaned in, his face inches away from yours. "This has the same solution as problem 6."

"A-ah, yeah. Thanks." you stammered, trying to focus on the problem at hand while your heart raced.

The day after your exams, you received your results and were thrilled to see that you had passed with a good grade. Eager to share the news, you sought out Taehoon and showed him your grades.

"Turns out the idiot isn't an idiot at all," Taehoon commented with a smirk, clearly impressed but maintaining his usual teasing demeanor.

"Huhuhu~" you laughed triumphantly, feeling a rush of pride and relief.

"So, are you free to—" Taehoon began, but you cut him off with a grin.

"Let's train together. You, me, at the dojang."

"Alright, let's see if that brain of yours can keep up with your fists."

"You'll be eating those words soon enough."

As you entered the mat, you could sense the well-known surge of adrenaline. Taehoon was positioned in front of you, staring intensely into your eyes with a competitive spark.

"Ready to get your ass kicked?" he teased, his usual smirk in place.

"Hah. You wish." you shot back, a confident smile tugging at your lips.

As the minutes passed, the fight grew fiercer. You managed to land a solid kick, but Taehoon quickly recovered, countering with a series of rapid attacks.

In a swift, unexpected move, you managed to sweep Taehoon's legs out from under him. He fell to the mat, and you followed through, pinning him down. Breathing heavily, you looked down at him, a triumphant grin on your face.

"Got you." you said, breath hitching.

Taehoon, still catching his breath, looked up at you with an expression of surprise and admiration. As the adrenaline began to subside, the intensity of the moment shifted. His hand reached up, and with a gentle touch, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your eyes.

Look, whatever happened after that fight might have slipped your mind, but for Taehoon, it was etched in his mind 24/7. It haunted him for weeks—maybe even months, who knows? The intensity of that moment had a profound impact on him, and despite his usual demeanor, he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more.

He respected you as a fighter, admired you as a friend, but he was greedy. No matter how difficult or complicated it might seem, he wasn’t ready to let you go.

One day, as you were discussing various things, Taehoon suddenly interrupted. His tone was serious, and there was an intensity in his eyes that caught you off guard.

"Date me." he said, his words coming out with surprising bluntness.

You blinked in confusion. "Ah—Huh."

Then, it hit you, and your eyes widened in disbelief. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH?!?"

"You heard me."

"But—" you began, trying to process his unexpected confession.

"I'm not asking for your permission, I'm—" he started, but you cut him off.

"You already know my answer. You always call me an idiot. Hmph." you retorted, trying to play it cool despite the rapid fluttering of your heart.

"So it's a..." Taehoon trailed off, waiting for your response.

"A 'yes', you nutjob."

Being in a relationship with Taehoon didn't bring about significant changes; the main difference was the increase in intimacy.

While practicing alone, Taehoon occasionally observed you from afar, showing his admiration through his eyes. It was a fresh, more subdued method for him to display his backing and love–or like, whatever.

Still, his friends couldn't help but observe the change in Taehoon's behavior.

“Taehoon is a simp, haha.” Snapper said with a grin.

“Shut the fuck up, you're just sad you don’t have a girlfriend.” Taehoon shot back.

“Hey! That’s a little uncalled for!”

“Haha, you deserved that.” Hobin added with a chuckle.

“Seriously though, how did you pull a complete 10?” Snapper asked, genuinely curious.

“Simple, I’m not you." Taehoon replied with a smirk.

Hobin burst into laughter at the retort. Despite the teasing, there was a genuine sense of pride and happiness in Taehoon’s voice. His expression softened as he looked at you. Seriously though, he felt so lucky to have you. The light-hearted banter among his friends only underscored how much Taehoon valued you. It was clear that, despite his tough exterior, he was deeply appreciative of the connection you shared.

Taehoon felt incredibly fortunate to have you in his life. It wasn’t just about having a sparring partner, though that alone was something he deeply appreciated. Training with you was a thrill; the intensity and skill you brought to the mat pushed him to be better, and he enjoyed the challenges you presented.

But you were so much more than that. You were his cuddling machine. Whether it was after a grueling workout or during a quiet evening, the way you nestled against him provided a sense of peace and closeness that he cherished deeply.

You were a thoughtful listener to him as well, truly hearing him out when he talked about the latest fight tactics or shared thoughts about his day. Your capability to listen without criticism and provide considerate replies established you as a reliable confidant in every way.

On top of that, you were his favorite yapper. Your lively, animated nature kept things interesting and full of life, adding an element of fun and spontaneity to your time together.

Taehoon felt immensely lucky to see your face every day. Simply seeing your smile or witnessing the sparkle in your eyes when you were happy brought a sense of joy. All these moments, whether significant or minor, accumulated into a profound gratitude for the special and irreplaceable impact you had in his life.

He took immense pleasure in admiring your moves, both in and out of the dojang. Whether it was the precision of your kicks or the graceful way you moved, he found inspiration in every aspect of your skill. Watching you train, grow, and excel was a sign of how lucky he was to share his life with someone as talented and remarkable as you.

Taehoon felt extremely fortunate to have you as his. Every day he spent with you only reminded him of how unique and invaluable you were to him.

When you and Taehoon faced off, you couldn’t help but notice a momentary lapse in his focus. "You taking this seriously or nah?"

Taehoon glanced at you, refocusing his gaze. "Relax, babe. I was just getting started."

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