#( seojun. )

[niragixpsych]

” niragi! I think I have a secret admirer, do you think you know who it is?? “

|~ seojun 🥀

"A secret admirer? Didn't think they were really a thing and no why the hell would I know who it is? Do I even know you?"

[midncghts]

seojun couldn't deny the way his heart fluttered every time he caught a glimpse of them from his bedroom window working in the garden. the sight of that gardener, bathed in sunlight, tenderly tending to the flowers, stirred something within him. determined not to miss another moment with them, seojun hurriedly left his room, his footsteps echoing his urgency.

his time with the other had been scarce lately. his father, the king, had been insistent on seojun's attendance at various royal obligations, and of course he had obligated him to meet a new “wife prospect”, leaving little room for the simple pleasures of spending time with them in the gardens. yet, despite the demands of his position, seojun found himself drawn back to where the gardener’s presence offered a respite from the pressures of courtly life.

approaching the garden with cautious steps, seojun settled onto a concrete bench, his eyes alight with admiration as he watched their graceful movements among the blossoms. with a soft smile playing on his lips, seojun couldn't resist teasing, “ those flowers are pretty. are you planting them just for me ? ” his words carried a gentle warmth as he leaned closer to them.

@r3dblccd ( inspired by this )

[mykoreanlove]

Taste 💋

“I’m giving this to you. Keep it.” Seo-Jun handed you the lilac music box with a bright smile.

“What? No, I can’t take that!” you protested, surprised. It was only your second date, and he was already offering one of his most treasured possessions.

“Y/N, I want you to have it. Please,” he said softly, his tone earnest.

You hesitated, but then took the delicate box from his large hands, studying its intricate details. A warm, unfamiliar sensation washed over you, filling you with a comforting sense of something long missed.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Seo-Jun’s deep, soft laugh echoed through the room. “You’re welcome.”

Suddenly, you stood up and made your way over to him. He had been so careful, so respectful, keeping his distance—ironic, considering how your first meeting ended tangled in your linen sheets.

He looked up at you, confusion in his golden eyes, as you cupped his face gently in your hands.

“I want to thank you properly,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his.

The kiss felt like heaven, something you could lose yourself in forever. You felt his smile against your lips as you pulled away, teasing him.

“What’s that smile for?”

“It’s the taste of your lips,” he replied, mesmerized.

“My lips?”

“Yeah, they’re sweet and so soft. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them since we last parted.”

Heat began to rise within you, the desire intensifying.

„Then let me give you another taste.“

[milvvs]

pedido foráneo no es sorpresivo, opción fue considerada, pero creyente de la autosuficiencia, esperó no tener que tomar más protagonismo en aquel intercambio. ' te dije dónde... ' se detiene, casi creyendo absurdo el discutir al respecto y, suspiro cansino, parece simplemente dejar de lado réplicas que pudiera pensar. ' olvídalo, yo lo haré. ' sentencia sin más, considerando colaborar como el mejor movimiento y evitar que aviso se convierta en una discusión innecesaria. toma servilleta, disminuyendo distancia con rostro opuesto, solo para deslizar suavemente paño sobre mancha, removiéndola de dermis ajena. ' listo. ' recupera postura, así como espacio personal, solo para dedicar una mirada breve a contraparte. ' de todas formas, podías usar la pantalla de tu móvil. ' comenta. ' ¿o solo me querías tener un poco más cerca de ti? ' interrogante se baña en diversión, sin considerar, por supuesto, que intención contraria fuese aquella.

palabras contrarias logran llamar su atención, marrones se dirigen hacía rostro masculino. ' ¿qué es? ' estaba seguro que no se podría haber manchado con nada, excepto algo que comió hace un momento atrás. cierra sus ojos cuando siente tacto contrario en su rostro, no le agradaba la idea que lo tocara pero sabía que no era con mala intención. ' ¿me lo puedes limpiar? ' busca servilleta o algo similar para limpiarse y se lo extiende a chico. ' no quiero parecer un tonto tratando de adivinar a donde estoy manchado y la opción de buscar un espejo no es valida en este momento. '

[sonotcools-blog]

Don’t leave yet. Han seojun x reader

It was the middle of the night when yn stirred, feeling a bit parched. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, and everything felt still and quiet, except for the warmth of Seojun's arm draped around her waist. She shifted slightly, trying to carefully wriggle free without waking him.

Her throat was dry, and she just needed a quick drink from the kitchen.

But as soon as she started to move, Seojun stirred, his grip tightening instinctively around her. His arm felt like a gentle but firm anchor, pulling her back against his chest. Half-asleep, his voice came out low and groggy, "Where are you going?"

Yn smiled softly in the darkness, her heart warming at how easily he noticed her absence. "Just to get some water," she whispered, turning slightly to face him.

Seojun didn't loosen his grip. If anything, he pulled her closer, his hand now resting on her stomach, his thumb lightly brushing her skin as if to remind her he was still there. "No," he mumbled, his voice laced with a sleepy pout. "Stay... it's too cold."

Yn chuckled softly, feeling his warmth radiating through her. "I'll be quick," she promised, though she could already feel herself being lulled back into the coziness of his embrace.

Seojun buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

"Don't leave," he murmured, his words almost inaudible but filled with such need that Yn couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, okay," she whispered, giving in. She relaxed back into his arms, letting the moment wrap around them like a second blanket. She could get a drink later, but right now, being in Seojun's arms, with the soft rise and fall of his breath, felt far more important.

As she lay there, yn couldn't help but think how lucky she was to have someone who could make her feel so cherished even in the smallest moments. And as Seojun's grip loosened slightly, both of them slipping back into sleep, she knew there was no place she'd rather be.

In this version, Seojun's need for closeness overpowers Yn’s desire to leave the bed for a drink. His protective instincts and love for her would probably keep her from going far, especially when he's half-asleep and just wants her near.

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Guys I’m desperate I can’t find ANY han seojun stories or hwang in-youps ughhhhh this is why I’m doing this

Hhellooo I’m mei I’m just here to write some stories

Don’t take them serious please!

[silly4seojun]

making out with seo-jun

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, established relationship, suggestive themes, making out, kissing, touching, humping, use of the word 'cock' once, all lowercase intended

author’s note: my first official post (⌒‐⌒) yay!

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seo-jun has thought about kissing you since the moment he met you; it's hard not to when you have such inviting lips, parted and glossy, as if you were testing his restraint.

he has caught himself on multiple occasions, thinking just how nice your lips would feel and the way they would slot against his lips perfectly like you were made for him.

the thought makes his cheeks burn with embarrassment. it makes it hard for him to hold your gaze when you innocently ask him if he's feeling okay.

your first kiss happens, and it makes seo-jun fall deeper in love with you. it's slow and gentle; it's everything he expected it to be and more.

he's in a daze when you part, a pretty flush on his pale cheeks and a dumb smile on his face. you can't help but giggle at his reaction, "that good, huh?" he hums his agreement before pressing his lips against yours for the second and third time.

after that, he's completely addicted to kissing you. he can't rid himself of the image of you with such a cute look on your face when he finally closed the distance between you or the feeling of your hands holding the nape of his neck or the sweetness of your lips, it's all he can think about. it causes butterflies to erupt in his stomach and that's when he realises he could never get sick of kissing you.

seo-jun steals kisses whenever he gets the chance. he loves the way you indulge him every single time, choosing to wrap your arms around his thin waist to prevent him from leaving too soon.

he has absolutely no shame when it comes to you. he'll happily kiss you in public and around your friends (he thoroughly enjoys the way you get flustered and embarrassed). seo-jun does get shy if you surprise him with a sudden kiss or any kind of pda, it's so endearing.

your innocent kisses frequently turn into something less innocent. your soft and intimate kisses become rushed and heated, accompanied by the growing desire to taste you and feel you.

seo-jun was initially very hesitant to touch you outside of holding your cheeks as you deepened the kiss. he was extremely flustered when you showed him where to touch your body, "are you sure?" his shyness makes you smile sweetly, "yes— please seo-jun."

you don't have to tell him twice, he'll run his fingers against the exposed skin of your hips as he slips his tongue past your swollen lips. it'll pull the sweetest sounds out of you and it only encourages him further.

seo-jun's hands roam the curves of your body, squeezing just the right amount before settling on your waist, keeping you close to his chest. it's almost embarrassing how easily you melt into him, your own hands gripping the nape of his neck before moving into his hair.

he loves the feeling of your nails against his scalp and when you tug on his hair, it pulls such nice groans from him. "oh, you really like that, don't you?" if you playfully tease him he'll give you a taste of your own medicine.

he's definitely the type to press wet kisses down the length of your throat and down your chest to the hem of your shirt before pulling away suddenly, leaving you desperate and needy. he laughs so cutely when you whine about how "mean" he is for teasing you like that.

but seo-jun doesn't leave you pouty for long before resuming his ministrations.

the one thing that makes him go absolutely feral is when you're sitting on his lap, all pretty for him. seo-jun's hands rest on your ass, keeping you as close as possible as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your jaw. your gasps and sighs go straight to his growing cock, and it only adds fuel to the fire when you unconsciously grind against him as you slip your tongue into his mouth.

making out is one of your favourite things to do with seo-jun, it's passionate and needy and loving. it leaves seo-jun's stomach in knots when you utter "i love you," between rushed kisses, he'll pause momentarily and smile so bright before saying it back. "i love you so much."

[juliettejwnewinesa]

So I don’t move on

Pairing: Han Seojun x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Romance

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, possessive behavior, pregnancy kink (mentioned), strong emotion, slight angst, oral (f receiving), crying during sex, emotional vulnerability

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Seojun has to leave — for his music, his future, maybe even himself. But the thought of losing you makes him unravel. In a moment of pure desperation, he asks the one thing he thinks will keep you his forever.

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You lie beneath him, the soft lamplight casting golden shadows over his bare shoulders, his lips pressed to your collarbone like he’s memorizing the shape of your body — because he is. Because he’s leaving.

And he doesn’t know when he’ll come back.

“I don’t want to go,” Seojun whispers, voice hoarse as he rests his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling with restrained emotion. “But I have to.”

You cup his face gently. “I know,” you say. “I’m proud of you.”

His jaw clenches. “Don’t say that like you’re letting me go.”

“I’m not.” You smile, even though your heart is breaking. “I’ll be here.”

That’s when he breaks.

His kiss is deep, almost bruising. His hands tremble as they slide over your waist, your hips, like he’s anchoring himself to you. And when he slips inside you — slow, deliberate — it’s not lust that overtakes him.

It’s fear.

“Seojun—”

“Can I…” he chokes, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he thrusts into you with a need that makes your breath hitch, “Can I get you pregnant?”

You freeze. His words hit harder than anything.

“So I have a reason to come back,” he says, voice raw, broken. “So you don’t move on.”

Your fingers twist in his hair as he rocks into you, deeper now, the desperation in him palpable.

“You don’t need a reason,” you whisper. “You already have me.”

“No,” he groans, “I need something real. Something permanent.”

He’s close — not just to coming, but to breaking. The rhythm turns frantic. His lips are everywhere — your jaw, your cheek, your lips. His hand grips yours like he’s drowning.

“Let me come inside,” he begs, forehead pressed to yours. “Let me leave a part of me with you.”

You moan his name — and that’s all the answer he needs.

His hips snap harder, erratic now, his breathing ragged against your lips. “I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs, voice cracking, “Even if I’m not here. I’ll send everything. I’ll call. I’ll come back. Just let me—”

You pull him closer, legs wrapping around his waist, and whisper, “Do it.”

He gasps �� like the air’s been knocked out of him — and with a deep groan, he releases inside you. Warm, thick, endless. His whole body shakes as he spills into you, whispering your name like it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

After, he doesn’t move. He stays buried inside, holding you like he can keep you this way — keep everything from changing.

“Seojun…”

He kisses your temple, his voice low and broken: “If I don’t come back… if I ever lose my way…”

“You won’t.”

“But if I do,” he continues, pulling your hand to his heart, “you’ll have something that proves I was yours. That I chose you.”

You hold him tighter.

Because you know: even in his absence, he’s left a piece of his soul with you.

[danihow]

Love hurts

Han Seojun x producer!Reader True Beauty

Summary: Falling in love with someone who doesn´'t loves you suck, but it sucks more watching them hurt.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: unrequited love, han seojun is in love with jukyung, bad written, not proofread, angst.

A/N: i needed to do this to get this man out of my mind, my god why is he so perfect and so unreal.

You never thought love could hurt, not when it was such a beautiful feeling.

Working as a producer has been your dream all high school, being scouted by a Move Entertainment agent as a freshly graduated person was probably the biggest blessing you've ever received in the last 5 years.

You still remember your first day at the company as an apprentice of the bigger producers, sitting at the back of their studio in the couch and watching them come up with ideas, lead the idols and modifying simple sound onto a whole ass song.

Your heart felt so full of emotions that day you swore you could've cried from happiness even thought you were mistreated by other staff, you remember vividly how your face hurt from smiling on the way home.

Your shoes clacking against the tiled floor echoed through the empty halls of the huge building, it still amuses you to this day the was the floor never seemed to get dirty, always reflecting as if it was a mirror.

However, even if you could spot everything on the floor you still missed the person you were walking into, your head colliding against his tall back, startling out of your mind.

"Yah!" A man's voice flooded your ears before your eyes looked up to who you have crashed into, locking with brown foxlike eyes. "How do you manage to bump into the only other person in the floor?" He says, looking into you intently.

He was the prettiest man you've ever met, and even that was an understatement. The way his eyes complemented the rest of his face, his dark hair in a mullet giving him a mysterious and cool vibe that was just highlighted by his all-black outfit. It was probably the most memorable thing about that day.

"I'm sorry." You mutter, bowing a bit and smiling apologetically.

"It's okay, just look where you're going." He tells you in something between a reprimand and some advice, between polite and cocky. "You're a producer?" He asks, more for him than for you as he spots your producer badge hanging from your neck.

"Oh, yeah, I started today. I'm L/N Y/N." You smile politely at him, who nodded and gave you a weird smile back.

"Nice to meet you L/N Y/N, name's Han Seojun." He said before he continued walking, a small greeting bow before looking away. "Have a good night."

As the weeks rolled by you learnt from your superior that Han Seojun has a new trainee and was already relatively famous as it was too. Your encounter with the boy becoming more and more frequent the more he started practicing and the more you advanced as a producer. The two of you becoming close work friends rather quickly.

As the months turned into years and the level of comfort grew between the two of you the more your feeling for him surpassed the limit of friends, his laugh enticing a newfound warmth in your chest anytime you heard it, his eyes appearing in your daydreaming more and more often. Everything about him changing in your eyes to something else. Nonetheless, as your feeling for him grew with your friendship so did the secrets you knew from each other.

Even though you like him a lot you knew very well how much he liked Lim Jukyung, and you couldn't get mad at it, she has been in his live for far longer than you and is just and angel to be around; if anything you would've fallen in love with her too if you were Seojun.

"Y/Nie, you have done more than enough with those tracks, go home." Your superior mentioned as he walked in the studio, passing you a bottle of water and sitting by your side.

"Something is missing..." you mutter, your back aching from sitting in the same chair for so many consecutive hours, mouse scrolling through the track in the monitor for the nth time in the past half hour.

"You can review it tomorrow, go and rest." He said once again, pulling you away from the computer, your hands stretching as far as they could to keep on working until you were out of reach. His hand grabbing the mouse and saving the track. "Go." His voice was stern but with a hint of fondness, a soft smile on his face as you oblige.

Grabbing you bag and saying your goodbyes you walked out of the studio, opting for using the stairs as your exercise for the day. Eight flight of stairs you were kind of regretting your choice, but you were no quitter, so you kept going. "God my back's killing me." You whisper for yourself as your rub your neck tiredly, putting your coat on until a sound picked up your attention.

Instantly your mind went back to that one-time Jukyung playfully told you she heard from her sister that there was a ghost around the building, seemingly having been haunted herself a few times. "Aigoo..." You mutter, freezing in place as your ears try to pick up the sound again; a few seconds pass and you hear it again, however it seemed to be a sob.

Concerned and a bit less scared you kept on walking down, careful to not disturb whoever it was that cried silently. A few floors down you were met with the figure of a man, sat down in the stairs as his body shook painfully as he cried, his soft sobs flooding your ears and you wished to all the heavens above you were mistaking the silhouette with someone else.

Please, don't be him.

You took a few steps down, the closer you got the clearer he became before your tired eyes. "Seojun?" You asked in a whisper, close enough to crouch down and place your hand on his shoulder.

It shouldn't hurt so much to see the way he flinched at both your voice and your touch, his hand flying to push yours off as his face refused to turn towards you.

With a sigh you sat down beside him, not a word leaving your mouth as you looked ahead of you, giving him the time to do whatever he wanted with his appearance before you looked at him, letting him know you are not forcing anything out of him but instead offering him your company.

A few seconds passed by, maybe a whole minute before he kept on crying, hand trying so hard to muffle his voice as his tears never stopped flowing down his cheeks. Slowly you turned to look at him, taking the time to take in his appearance before sighing again. It hurt a lot to see him so broken.

"It's okay to cry it out, don't silence yourself." You whispered softly, hand slowly reaching for his and taking it off his mouth, a sob immediately following after. "I can leave if you want me to." You said, giving him a few seconds to react, taking his silence and lack of eye contact as a sign and stood up.

"Wait.... don't go," he said in a choked voice, hand flying to grab your wrist, eyes finally looking up at you between his tears. "Please."

"You don't have to ask me twice." You say, a soft and sad smile on your face as your crouched down in front of him between his knees, hands resting now on top of his cheeks and brushing away his tears. "You wanna talk about it or just exist for a while?"

Your tone was so sweet and full of patience he just felt like crying again, sniffing he kept silent, eyes roaming through your face and not once finding your company insincere. "I let her go." He whispers back, his eyes appearing as an open book for you to read, his mouth pouting and his eyes tearing again. "It hurts."

"I know it hurts, and it hurt to love her too, didn't it?" You ask, brushing a few stray hairs off his face and behind his ears, a mannerism you took upon on as his hair grew between haircuts. "I'm so sorry."

"Why does it hurt so much?" He said while desperately looking into your eyes for an explanation, his own hand clutching his chest as if trying to take his heart out. "Why do I had to love her out of everyone?"

He sounded so broken, so exhausted of his feelings it made you teary too, a burning sensation starting at your throat threatening to choke your upcoming words.

"You don't choose who to love, just how she didn't choose not to love you." You mutter, blinking away the stinging in your eyes. "It's part of life as much as it sucks." You whisper, shuffling in your feet that hurt from crouching for so long. "Love hurts, it's dumb how much loving can hurt when it's such a beautiful feeling, huh?" You can't help but chuckle at your own words, how ironic.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles after a while, his hands brushing off the last of his tears as he has now calmed down a lot more, you still crouching in front of him, never once taking your attention away.

"Don't apologize for being human." With a smile your hands sneak up to grab his and stand up, pulling him with you. "Come on, let's go and get some air. away from this creepy stairway." With one of your hands you clean his face of, not wanting anyone to see he was crying as your other hand never loosens around his.

As you walked down the stairs with him trailing behind you Seojun couldn't help but notice how secure your hand held his and how your presence soothes him, a small grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you, Y/N." He mutters as you drag him along, not once yapping or complaining of this ruining his tough image as he would've done every other day.

"That's what friends are for." You smile at him over your shoulder, because even if Han Seojun doesn't love you back, love hurts and it's part of life.

[workbtch]

han seojun || true beauty ep. 02

[luvsferrariss]

˚⟡˖ ࣪. 📔 ɞ a love between letters and secrets - masterlist

A LOVE BETWEEN LETTERS AND SECRETS SYNOPSIS :

⋆౨ৎ˚ Y/N has always lived surrounded by secrets. Raised by her aunt and uncle as if they were her real parents, she never knew her father, and her mother—a cold and distant woman—refuses to talk about him. While balancing school life and taking care of her younger cousins, Y/N faces daily bullying and her mother’s indifference, finding comfort only in her aunt and uncle and in her dream of becoming a doctor.

⋆౨ৎ˚ Everything changes when Han Seo Jun, a rebellious and popular boy, enters her life in need of academic help. What starts as simple tutoring turns into a fake relationship, planned by him to make his crush jealous. But as time passes, Seo Jun realizes that Y/N is much more than he expected, and unexpected feelings begin to emerge.

⋆౨ৎ˚ Meanwhile, Y/N starts receiving anonymous letters and discovers that her past hides an even bigger secret.

୭ 💌 ˚. ᵎᵎ. - one ;

୭ 💌 ˚. ᵎᵎ. - two ;

୭ 💌 ˚. ᵎᵎ. - three ;

[tempobaekh]

welcome to barbieland .ᐟ

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✹ daryl dixon

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[gryffsposts]

Give off the same energy

[daleewn]

nota apenas entonces el color de vestimenta ajena. "bueno, por ese lado fuiste más inteligente" concede ya que tiene que admitir que de haberlo pensado mejor, hubiera optado por el tono oscuro. "espero que nadie sea tan torpe como para derramarme nada encima" él por su parte no lo sería, ni siquiera estaba bebiendo. "claro que no, soy bastante atento, así que no soy un peligro para nadie en ese aspecto"

' sí, a mi me da igual. ' se encoge de hombros, igual dándole una rápida mirada a las personas que se encontraban vestidas de blanco. ' no seré yo el que me manche y si estuviera de blanco no sería tan torpe como para derramarme alguna bebida encima. ' al principio no sería capaz de hacerlo pero con una copas encima si terminaría tirándose algo encima. ' me imagino que no está dentro de esas personas distraídas ¿o si? '

[silly4seojun]

seo-jun as your boyfriend

content tags: han seo-jun x reader, female reader, established relationship, pure fluff, all lowercase intended

author’s note: had this in my drafts and decided to fix it up a little and post it

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seo-jun is so unbelievably head over heels for you. it's difficult not to notice how his bad boy facade faulters in your presence.

because of that, he gets extremely jealous. he doesn’t care if you have friends that are boys but if they show any interest or attraction towards you then that’s when he gets annoyed. seo-jun would straight up corner them and question them about their motives and warn them to stay away from you.

you're the only girl he has eyes for. he essentially has hearts for eyes around you. his friends tease him mercilessly, only stopping whenever seo-jun threatens them. although, they can’t help but enjoy the sight of bad boy seo-jun folding whenever you even look in his direction.

despite their teasing, seo-jun’s friends always look out for you (even when seo-jun isn’t around to do it himself).

seo-jun is a fan of pda. he’s not ashamed to wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders, demand kisses (especially when no one’s looking), or holding your hand in his bigger one as you’re walking.

seeing you in his clothes makes him almost short circuit. he’ll pretend seeing you like that doesn’t make him nervous, when in fact it does and his pink cheeks give him away.

he's incredibly observant, so much so he can practically read your mind. it always surprises you when he easily figures out what you want to eat for lunch or how he manages to finishes your thought.

seo-jun loves spoiling you but gets insecure that he can’t buy you expensive things. he always tries to hide his shame when he hands you a little trinket as a gift but your lips stretch into a wide grin and smother him with kisses and numerous ‘thank you’s’ and ‘i love it’.

seo-jun will call you pretty, princess, baby, and even sweetheart in some instances. it always makes your cheeks flush and your heart thump against your ribcage.

he adores your smile. he'll try to playfully joke around with you just to hear your melodic laughter at his antics (which usually consists of him attempting to flirt while reciting horrible pick up lines). he'll do anything to see your pretty lips curl into a cute grin.

seo-jun would be very secretive about your relationship, not wanting to freak you out with how seriously he values you. little do you know he tells his mum (and gowoon) all about you since he knows you're the one for him. they ask him a million and one questions when he confesses, the conversation ending with him promising to bring you over to meet them. when the day finally arrives, his mum and gowoon absolutely adore you and tells you everything sappy seo-jun has told them about you.

if you tease him, he’ll blush and try to deny the accusations but in the end he’ll confess it’s all true.

[woliefairr]

𝜗𝜚 hwang in youp ( actor, model ) lockscreens !

[juliettejwnewinesa]

Title: “Beneath the Stairwell”

Word Count:~2000

The stairwell was quiet, save for the faint sound of distant voices from the hallway. You stood at the bottom step, frozen, as Seojun pressed his head against the cold cement wall. His broad shoulders trembled ever so slightly, his sharp features masked under the shadow of the dim overhead light.

You had never seen him cry before.

It was jarring—this usually composed, confident boy, reduced to silence and pain. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt. Something about this moment felt private, like stumbling upon someone baring their soul.

But as you turned to leave, your foot betrayed you, scuffing against the floor.

Seojun’s head snapped up, his tear-streaked face catching the faint light. His eyes locked onto yours, wide with surprise and maybe even embarrassment. He quickly wiped at his face with the sleeve of his leather jacket, trying to compose himself.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low, rough, as if he’d swallowed his emotions whole.

“I…” You hesitated, clutching the strap of your bag. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Just go,” he cut you off, his tone sharper now.

But instead of retreating, you stepped forward, your heart thundering in your chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might push past you and leave. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned his back to you, leaning heavily against the wall.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity,” you said softly.

He let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Then what is it?”

You took another step forward, closing the distance between you. “I just… I care about you, okay? Is that so hard to believe?”

His head turned slightly, his profile etched in pain and confusion. “Why would you care about someone like me?”

“Because I see you,” you whispered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “Not just the tough, confident guy everyone else sees. I see the Seojun who stays late after school to make sure his friends are okay. The one who sings his heart out because it’s the only way he knows how to feel free. The one who…” Your voice faltered, tears stinging your eyes. “The one who’s hurting but pretends he’s not.”

Silence hung between you like a fragile thread, and for a moment, you thought he might laugh it off or push you away again. But then he turned to face you fully, his dark eyes searching yours.

“You really see me?” His voice was barely above a whisper, raw and vulnerable in a way you’d never heard before.

You nodded, your throat tightening. “Every part of you.”

He took a hesitant step forward, closing the space between you. His hand reached out, hovering near your cheek, as if afraid to touch you. But when you didn’t pull away, his fingers brushed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You shouldn’t care about someone like me,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. “I’ll only hurt you.”

“Let me decide that,” you said, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart.

And then, before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, your lips brushing against his.

It was soft at first, hesitant, as if testing the waters. But when his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, the kiss deepened, a fiery mix of desperation and longing. His lips moved against yours with a fervor that made your knees weak, and you clung to him like he was the only solid thing in your world.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing.

“You’re going to regret this,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Never,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He opened his eyes then, and for the first time, you saw something besides pain and self-doubt. You saw hope.

“Stay with me,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.

“Always,” you promised, knowing in your heart that you meant it.

Author’s Note: Hey guys!!! This is my first ff so sorry if it’s bad,I’m mostly going to wright about Straykids but sometimes I will do other ff,My request box is open and yea thanks for reading this even tho there’s no smut😅