#jongwoo drabbles

[ratedfleur]

first onepact req, idk why but im kinda nervous 😭

jongwoo who loves it when you wear skimpy tops or mini skirts outside, only to fuck you as soon as he can, whether it be making you suck him off in a public restroom or fingering you underneath the table at dinner right in front of the other members. Hes so mean about it too :( degrading you as hes ruthlessly fucking ur mouth or shoving two fingers in you, calling you a slut, his pretty little slut at that. i NEED to hear your thoughts. - 🫐 (if its not taken lmaooo)

HHHHHH skirt lover!jongwoo 🤤

you are honestly so right about jongwoo being thirsty over you wearing a skirt because he is just immediately drooling once he sees you wearing the tiniest of skirts you own.

this just makes me think about him touching you on a crowded train.. like you would both be standing in the farthest corner, letting people crowd around you both. you’d be in the corner while jongwoo would stand in front of you, quite literally caging you in.

his hands would be all over the place, first it would be innocently holding your hand before he reaches in behind you, cupping your ass which makes you gasp as your eyes widen at him.

jongwoo looks right at you like he isn’t doing anything, he continues to grope your ass before he lets his free hand do the same, now the tips of his fingers were placed right in the crook of your ass, poking at your skimpy panties that you shouldn’t have worn if the skirt was as tiny as underwear.

you whimpered, hands reaching to hold onto your boyfriend’s shoulders as he continued to molest your ass.

“this is what you wanted, hmm? for me to touch you like a pervert?” jongwoo purred in your ear, making you whimper once more when he took his hands off of you.

he takes just a few tiny steps back before turning you around, now you had your back against him as he came closer to you, flipping your excuse of a skirt up before grinding against you.

“cum and i’ll fuck you once we’re out of here.” jongwoo muttered into your ear as he held your hips against his, pulling you close to him as he kept grinding against you, rock hard dick placed right in between your clothed cheeks.

you nodded, pushing your hips back at him as you grinded yourself against jongwoo, pussy growing even wetter by the minute as a rush of people came out of the train once it halted before another rush of people came in, filling the train up once more.

your lip was going to burst as you kept on biting it as you tried to compress your whimpers and moans, your chest was heaving with pants by then, your eyes were brimming with tears as jongwoo whispered degrading words into your ear.

you shut your eyes closed as you simply let jongwoo use you like you were some sex toy, your hands shook as you held desperately on your skirt, knees shaking underneath you as jongwoo pushed your cheek further onto the wall, now pressed against the train’s walls because of crowded it was getting.

jongwoo smirked when he felt you shaking against him, “just cum already, slut. i know you want to, could feel you shaking like a leaf.” he chuckles, grinding harder against you.

whimpering as a response, you do cum, releasing buckets of slick into your soiled panties which makes jongwoo take a breath of relief when he could do the same, cumming in his boxers when he felt your behind pool with wetness.

he quickly puts your skirt down, holding onto your hand as he slowly helped you out of the train once it was the last stop on the line.

jongwoo immediately makes a bee line towards the restroom, indeed fucking you like he mentioned earlier if you came on the train, letting people hear your loud moans from outside.

[itaerae]

may i please request switch team as ur boyfriend 🙏 fem reader please

switch team as your bf 💭💭

pairing: na kamden, kim taerae, terazono keita, park hanbin, yoon jongwoo, zhang shuaibo x fem!reader

word count: 487

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

notes: i TRIED my best ᴖ̈ tysm for the request !

ᥫ᭡ na kamden

⋆ he adores study dates ! bby is an engineering major, you better help him out

⋆ will zone out at times and just stares at your face, pou behavior

⋆ y’all def having matching pou plushies, you can’t convince me otherwise

⋆ he doesn’t show much affection outside, but inside he’s over the moon for you <3

⋆ his love language is def acts of service; he loves the feeling of being able to do things for you !

ᥫ᭡ kim taerae

⋆ let’s you plan matching outfits ! (his fashion is atrocious, taerae ily but no absolutely not)

⋆ he has that glowing smile on his face every time he’s around you, a whipped man for sure

⋆ y’all def go karaoke for fun, but then he laughs at you when his score is higher

⋆ takes you out for ice cream afterwards though ! a win-win for both

⋆ his love language is physical touch; bby can’t keep his eyes and limbs off you, he’s attached 24/7 <3

ᥫ᭡ terazono keita

⋆ you tease him for his height and in return he teases your rapping lol

⋆ he takes you on the cutest dates, precious :(

⋆ WILL show up at your doorstep unexpectedly, be prepared to open it !

⋆ he loves being around you, you’re his comfort person; he loves how he can just naturally express himself with you

⋆ his love language is somewhere in between quality time and acts of service <3

ᥫ᭡ park hanbin

⋆ he’s very stressed out being a group leader sometimes and doubts if he’s too harsh, you’re like his stress reliever :((

⋆ melts into your affection all day, everyday

⋆ he swears y’all are soulmates, lives by the words match made in heaven

⋆ matching everything; keychains, shoes, clothes, food, etc. he loves to show off your matching accessories on dates !

⋆ his love language is words of affirmation ! whether it’s receiving or giving, it doesn’t really matter <3

ᥫ᭡ yoon jongwoo

⋆ he SCREAMS bf material, is indeed the perfect bf

⋆ loves to take you on late night dates or drives ! whether its 11 PM or 3 AM, any time can be date time

⋆ indulges in deep life convos with you purely because he finds your thoughts and opinions comforting :((

⋆ cuddling is a must, he WILL hold you for hours. there’s no getting out of this one !

⋆ his love language is quality time; he adores every single moment with you <3

ᥫ᭡ zhang shuaibo

⋆ bobo teaches you twice choreographies !

⋆ precious likes to buy matching stuffed animals with you ! y’alls rooms are def cluttered with hello kitty things

⋆ quality time with you is def doing each other’s make-up + skincare !

⋆ sometimes he just needs to reboot, just let him be lol 🧍🏻

⋆ his love language is words of affirmation; pls shower the boy in compliments, he deserves it <3 (poor bby doesn’t deserve the hate he's getting ˙◠˙)

[harus-simp]

When you have a stan account dedicated to them

Jiwoong, Keita,Jongwoo,Taerae, Wumuti

Genre: fluff, but a little bit sad on some parts :((

Requested: How about Jongwoo, Jiwoong, Taerae, Keita (and anyone you want to add) reacting to you having a stan twitter account dedicated to them lol? (Anonymous)

Author's note: I think I didn't specify it as a twitter account in some of them,so I hope you're fine with it anon. I added Wumuti because I'm this close to create an account for him I'm not even joking, although it is a little bit sad so beware of it. Hope you like it :)) (Might be a little bit long haha I got carried away 😛)

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The boys know that you've been supporting them for sure watching boys planet and that you've been rooting for them however, they didn't expect you to take your supporting that far.

Jiwoong

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After days and hours of practice and hard work Jiwoong was able to take a breath as the dual position battle had finished. He felt so proud of being able to go to Mcountdown with his team at last,his efforts paying off.

He called you immediately excited to let you know about his week. You picked up really confused to his sudden call, but smiling about his happiness.

You asked him if you could spend a little time with him and go celebrate it to a nearby restaurant, you offering to treat him to which he accepted with a smile on his face, making him look like an idiot talking to his phone.

While waiting for you to arrive he decided to search his name on Twitter to see all the support he had been receiving from his fans. He looked at each one of the posts with such detail and care, as he though of how everyone had dedicated him time, so he opted for doing exactly the same.

While looking carefully at all the letters, messages and pictures, one particular post stood out to him, it was a picture with a short but sweet message attached to it:

-Not only my boy is an awesome actor but he's a really talented rapper, singer and dancer so please vote for him. Jiwoong hwaiting!!!

He found it so endearing and flattering how he was surrounded by amazing people who were willing to make him debut, however what caught his attention was the photo that followed the message.

He found it oddly familiar for some reason but couldn't figure out why, until he finally remembered, that was a photo he hadn't published in his social media, that was indeed a photo he had only sent to you to cheer you up on your exams.

His thoughts were interrupted by you calling his name from afar.

"Jiwoong"you called waving your hand at him.

He smiled fondly and reunited with you to go eat together, interlacing your hands in the process.

"How you doing, baby?"he asked you

"I should be asking you that you winner!"you responded giggling and expecting him to answer.

"Well, it has been a rollercoaster of emotions"

"Oh, I could definitely tell"

You guys continued with your conversation as you were eating,and when you were asking for dessert he confronted you about the post he found suspiciously similar to all you were telling him throughout the lunch, throwing him lots of compliments and sweet words.

Does the account Jiwoong's number one supporter sounds familiar to you?"he asked naturally.

You were taken aback for a moment right there, until you laughed awkwardly saying: "ha.ha.ha no, I don't know what that is"

"Well, that's funny cause I've only sent this photo to you" he said laughing it off and smiling cutely.

*Oh, I forgot about that*you thought to yourself.

He watched as the smiled was washed off from your face, realisation hitting you like a truck.

He awaited for a response as you finally buried your face in your hands, accepting defeat.

"So it really was you" he smiled dedicating you a look were he expressed all his admiration for you while taking your hands in his. "No need to be embarrassed about it love, I find it really cute"

You looked back at him and laughed softly at his antics: "Well it's not like I've told any lies there" you responded.

This only made Jiwoong want to pamper you with kisses till he was satisfied, but instead he sat at your side and hugged you tightly, as the later option was best for you to not be redder than you were, besides you were still in public.

"I'm so thankful y/nnie"he broke the hug and pecked you quickly on your forehead just before the desserts arrived.

Keita

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Being Keita is not an easy job, being that talented is difficult. How can someone be so good at everything? He's good at singing, dancing, rapping, producing his own songs. Lirerally perfection.

You as his girlfriend had always wandered how he could be such a perfect all rounder, but most importantly you always kept thinking how he could be yours.

However, as good as he was (like he excels at everything) he was also human, he struggled, he had his own worries and preoccupations. So when you caught him one day a little lower than usual you decided to listen to him and he decided to open up to you sincerely.

He talked about how Ciipher needed more support and that they weren't going through their best moments, although he sweetened it with other words, saying he wanted another challenge so he decided to audition to boys planet in search of an opportunity to debut.

And of course you supported him, how could you not? He deserved the entire world in your eyes and even more than that.

A few days after passing the auditions for the programme, he was preparing his song with the other japanese trainees "Zero for Conduct" and helping them as well with their korean.

When the practice ended he decided to visit you and rest for a while before going back to the doorms, where he was working with his team mates.

When he got to your house the first thing he did was look for you on the sofa, where he knew you were gonna be for sure watching a movie, a series or just scrolling through your phone, turns out the last option was the correct one.

You were so immersed on whatever you were doing you didn't even felt his presence behind you, making it a perfect opportunity for him to surprise you. He got close from behind with the intention of scaring you, however when he saw you were writing from an account by the name of keita's-simp he couldn't help but forget his plan and say out loud : "What are you doing right there?".

You jumped a little bit and looked back at him hiding your phone under a pillow.

"God damn Keita, don't scare me like that!"you told him back.

"No but seriously, what were you doing?"

"Oh, nothing important really, just watching videos honestly"

"So you are hiding your phone due to...?"he looked at you oddly.

"Due to you scaring the shit out of me?"you answered with an obvious expression.

He shrugged it off and accepted your response, although not very convinced of it.

After spending some time together just talking casually, you excused yourself for a moment to go the restroom. He wanted to take a look at whatever you were doing before, which he considered quite suspicious imo, but he wanted to respect your privacy. However, when he was about to continue with his activities your phone received a notification from that Twitter account,which he had seen previously. His curiosity gaining the best of him made him check out that little message, leading him to an account dedicated completely to him. He began scrolling through the posts revealing all kinds of sweet and short supporting messages.

He smiled revealing his cute little teeth and thinking of thousands of ways to tease his bae, until seeing that some of the posts dated from 2018 approximately. He was still a trainee back there so, he was confused, like really confused.

"Alright I'm ba-"you were saying when you saw him scrolling through your phone on your account.

"Are you looking through my things without my permission Mr Terazono?"you asked furrowing your eyebrows.

"Are you using an account named keita's-simp?"he asked you ironically and with a smug grin.

"Ye-, yes I am"you answered shyly.

"Then why are some posts so old?"

You sighed, knowing you couldn't escape the situation at all : "Well that' because YG TREASURE BOX started by that date".

He couldn't help but smile thinking of all the time you had been rooting for him : "Oh, really?"he raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

"Yeah..."

He got closer to you causing you to back off and fall to the sofa, as he then hugged you like a koala being on top of you.

"You don't have any idea of how thankful and blessed I am to have you"he said hiding his face

You just smiled at him and caressed his hair softly, making him fall asleep and not go back to his doorms, and although he was scolded, he didn't regret it in any way.

Jongwoo

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Jongwoo had been struggling on his path through Boys Planet, and although he was fighting for his dreams,he didn't find it as easy as he thought.

At first, he started smoothly with his group having good reviews and feedback from the star masters, which gave him some hope about his future. However, as the revaluation came and his stars dropped he lost some confidence and self-esteem.

Later, the K vs G group battle begun, where he was able to portray a better version of himself. He was even questioned why his star were so low when he had the talent and the ability to do more, that felt great to him, being praised for your hard work was amazing and it made him feel very proud. And it all payed off as his team won and he got the privilege to go to Mcountdown.

Then, the dual position battle arrived and he was pushed from the team he wanted,hurting his pride on the process.He wanted that team so bad and it just slipped through his fingers like it was nothing. Nevertheless, he slayed his performance anyways and could win individually. He felt relieved once again and really joyful. How could he not when his purpose of debuting started to make sense.

That leave us to his next mission, the Artist battle. He worked so hard for his song, Over Me. He suggested choreo, lyrics and lead his team perfectly. So being kicked out of it felt so wrong, it hurted so much, it made him think that he worked for nothing. He wasn't able to fight for what he wanted. When he got to the Switch team, he was really discouraged so he decided to not apply for the killing part.

Right now, he was preparing for a little event with star creators, which somehow gave him the strength to continue and give an amazing performance. However, when the curtain fell there were more than star creators, there were everyone's family and friends. Jongwoo could distinguish his friends from everyone else filling with giddiness and excitement. They were performing before people they cared about, and that was everything that mattered to him.

When he got time to talk to his friends he felt nothing but pure happiness.

"Jongwoo, you are doing great!"commented one of his friends.

"Thank you so much for coming guys, I appreciate it so much"

"Yeah, we've been watching all your performances and all twitter support you"someone said.

"You have lots of fans that support you!"

He was so happy to hear that, no one could imagine.

"Speaking of, there is this particular account that I see literally everywhere, they are really big fans. Look here it is"they said as they showed him.

He looked carefully and realised something, that way of writing was really familiar to him, way too familiar. And then something suddenly clicked, that was his girlfriend's way of speaking right there. How could he be so bland? All this time in the programme and he didn't thought of you once, how could he be so self absorbed?

After that day, in which they discovered it was a evaluation from their relatives and friends, he decided (although not adequate) to sneek from the planet camp and go to your apartment. He might regret it later, but at the moment you were the only thing on his mind.

When he got there, he unlocked the door and saw you preparing some food for you to eat, he felt so lucky to have you in his life. He hugged you from behind, hiding his face on the crook of your neck while you smiled knowing already who was the one that initiated that sign of affection.

"Hey baby, how's everything going on boys planet?"you asked him while still cooking peacefully.

"..."he didn't answered but started kissing your neck softly instead.

"Hehe that tickles"

You stopped smiling once you started to hear a silent whimpering sound.

"Hey Jongwoo, what's wrong?"you asked him as you stopped everything you were doing and turned around to see his face.

"Nothing, it's just-"

"Come on tell me" you encouraged him while whipping off his tears softly.

"It has been really hard, and I've just been so concentrated on winning that I forgot about my own girlfriend's existence, I've just missed you so much but couldn't think of it myself and-"

You silenced him by pressing a soft and sweet kiss on his lips, he corresponded eagerly and once you pulled apart you said to him: "Look, I'm not mad at that, I understand how hard it has been for you and all the hard work you've put in every single performance".

"Yes, but seeing your account has hitted my sensible spot"he said.

"Hahaha, you know I'll always be your number 1 fan. I'm so proud of you for raising so much on the rankings and having so much support from star creators".

"You are amazing, you know that? But jongwoo's-wifey, really?"he teased you.

You blushed at his remark.

"Well, I'm just being a fan, what do you expect?"

He giggled silently and got closer to your ear saying: "Well, if so you must call me your husbie"

"What?"

"Husband"

You turned redder than a tomatoe if that was even possible, getting away from him and hitting his arm playfully.

Did he mean it? We'll never know 👀

Taerae

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It had been a really tiring day for Taerae, practising por Switch was nothing but easy. It was complicated for him as his dancing didn't stood out as the best, but could you ever be mad at it? No, his singing made up for it tho (and the dance is really fast paced, so💀💀💀).

He practiced and practiced and practiced, and practiced once again lead by phanbin,a really detailed person and a perfectionist, but at least being as strict as he was with the dance moves was helping him improve in some way.

All the hours and effort he had put into the performance were starting to make everyone tired, so phanbin decided to let everyone go home and rest for the next day.

When Taerae finally got home, he couldn't help but wanting to take a shower and just sleep for 3 days straight. So that's exactly what he did. He took a cold shower as he had sweated so much and as he was changing to something comfortable you got home being greeted warmly by your boyfriend.

"Hey y/nnie, how was work?"he asked you

"Exhausting actually, how's your practice for the Artist battle going tae?

"I can't wait for you to see it" he smiled brightly at you.

After showering and changing clothes as well, you both decided to just go with a session of cuddles and a movie for you to rest from your respective work and to just enjoy your time with each other.

You put a silly rom com to lighten your moods and basically to have it as background noises as you knew perfectly you would just talk through it.

You were resting your head on taerae's chest as he had his arms wrapped around you securely and protectively, leaving you reassured of nothing bad happening to you.

Right after finishing the movie (it was really bad, like horribly made), you excused yourself to go to the kitchen for a snack, he decided to enter Twitter and see what all star creators were up to. He saw from letters to drawings to threads looking carefully at every post were he was being showered with love and affection from his fans. However, he saw an account that looked familiar,it was his more loyal fan account taerae's-dimples.

He laughed once again at the silly name the person had opted to name the account. However, there was something really heartfelt about the way that the posts were made.

Not only did they complimented his physique and his looks, but they also bragged about their vocals and the way he had improved his dancing, knowing himself he wasn't a perfect dancer he appreciated it a lot.

They talked about how he laughed when he was with Junhyeon, about his adorable and lovely smile, his cute dimples, his amazing personality,how he was loved by lots of star creators, and the list goes on.

He was grateful for all his fans, but something about that particular person, just made him really like them .

So was his admiration for them that he decided to thank them personally (well not like face to face) using wake one's account. He slid through their dm's writing a short but sentimental message to them that could express all his feelings towards them.

He then pressed the send button and smiled satisfied of his little act of service, when suddenly your phone rang with a notification. He actually didn't pay much attention to that til you came back with some pizza and pop corn for you to eat while watching another film you both had chosen.

While eating, you checked your phone and saw Taerae's message:

-Thank you so much dear fan, thank you for always being there for me and supporting me in every way you can. It means so much to me, I'll show you a better version of myself. Hwaiting!!

You chuckled and laughed internally at Taerae, he was so sweet with everyone it made you fell more for him. You turned around and said to him:

"You can't be cuter seriously"

"What?"

"Your way of thanking your fans is adorable"

He looked at you confused as you showed him his message on your account.

He couldn't believe it, all this time and it was you.

"That was you?"

"Yeah"

He started laughing uncontrollably and looked at you with his mouth opened.

"Really,why are you like this?"he asked sighing.

Now you were the confused one: "huh?"

"You were making me fall in love over again, I can't stand you" he said while bringing you to his arms, too embarrassed to let go.

You giggled softly and hugged him back : "I'm just simply too cute"

"You sure are darling"

Wumuti

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The 2nd elimination had finished in boys planet and it was a little bit disappointing for you, a loyal supporter of your boy Wumuti. Placing 34th felt so close yet so far, feeling sad about it and can't help but worring of his current state as well, if it was hard for you to watch you couldn't imagine how hard was for him to experience.

There were a mix of emotions on the pit of your stomach, sadness, anger,pity, empathy, to name but a few.

You knew he wanted this so bad and seeing all his efforts on the Switch team being gripped out of him felt so wrong. Hearing him say he couldn't see the performance if he wasn't there was tough as well and you felt so bad for him.

However, this was not the end, you knew it perfectly. Now he had lots of more fans who supported him making you feel like all your promoting didn't go to waste. Yes, you did have an account dedicated to him, how else would you help him be voted by star creators? Your main purpose was to help him raise in rankings, but the most important was to be there for him as his number 1 fan and help him be happy chasing after his dreams.

Right after this, you decided to not be discouraged and still ask people to support him everywhere he went and with everything he did.

You suddenly heard the bell ringing, making you leave your phone immediately and run to the door suspecting who was gonna be at your door. When you opened it your guesses were right, it was Wumuti himself waiting for you to let him inside. He was standing there with a serious expression that changed when you opened the door to the biggest grin you had ever seen in your entire life.

"Babyyyy, I've missed you so muchhhh"he said hugging you tightly, a hug that expressed perfectly all his emotions.

You hugged him with the same passion throwing yourself at him in order to not have any space left between both of you.

"I've missed you moreeee, let's go inside first"you insisted.

As you entered your apartment you gave him a sweet kiss which he gladly accepted smiling right into it.

"I can't believe they've eliminated you when I've been working my ass off to promote you, people are blind I swear to God!"you finally let out your irritated state.

"Promote me?"he asked, confusion being present in his features.

"Yes,I think I've never used Twitter so much in my entire life, I have probably used it more in 2 months than ever"you showed him your phone with your account.

"Wumuti-ti-ti's-girl? Do you have an account for me?"he asked shocked, he really wasn't expecting that.

"Of course, what did you expect from me?

In that moment he felt the luckiest person on earth, wondering how could he deserve you and all your love for him.

He felt so overwhelmed by it tears started to fall from his eyes, we don't know if they were from sadness from being eliminated or from happiness from having you on his side or from both of them.

When you saw him like that you absolutely panicked at first, but you snapped out of it and brought him to your arms carresing his hair softly.

"Shhh it's okay baby, just take your time"

Instead of hugging you back he just (gonna die) let you comfort him telling him sweet words filled with truth on them.

When he finally stopped crying he separated his face from your shoulder and made eye contact with you dedicating you a soft smile that melted you.

"You mean so much to me you don't have any idea, I don't know what I'd do without you"he said sincerely.

"Well, you probably wouldn't do much"you said teasing him.

"Probably"

"But, I love you like that"you told him kissing his cheek.

"I love you too"

"Now let's talk why certain people don't deserve to be there as much as you do"

"Babe, no-"

"No yes, I will fight Mnet and some star creators I swear it".

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[prk-gunwook]

Your Boys Planet writing is so good! <3 How about another fluffy one? Maybe their reaction to reader doing something cute/romantic for them like buying them a gift without an occasion or baking them cookies or something? Boys of your choice but I'd love if you include Jongwoo & Keita :)

BOYS PLANET — reactions to a gift

INCLUDES || sung hanbin | zhang hao | terazono keita | yoon jongwoo

GENRE || tooth-rotting fluff

WORD COUNT || 2.2k

NOTES || tysm for the kind words !! ofc i will include my fav boys keita and jong woo <3 lmk if you’d like a part two with the other boys— i got a bit carried away writing this, so it ended up way longer than i anticipated !!

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SUNG HANBIN 𖥻 ❛ a new shirt ❜

SUNG HANBIN thinks you are his better half; the blood of his past mistakes spills from his lips and his mind and yet you are always there, ready to wipe away the dribbling crimson from his features with a soft hand and an even softer smile. Oftentimes he feels like a schoolboy with a crush, like he should pull at your hair for attention or kick you from beneath his desk.

Really, what did he do to earn someone so caring, someone so effortlessly generous? You joke you used up all your luck in getting to be with someone like him, but then what has he given for you? His hourglass of luck has been flipped upside down and inside out just to get a glimpse at you.

It shouldn’t be a surprise you gift him something when he hasn’t even asked for it— when he has mentioned needing it briefly in passing once or twice, hardly on his mind for longer than a second, but you picked up on it.

“Do you like it?” You ask nervously, wringing your hands as Hanbin stares at his reflection in the mirror. You’d brought home a new shirt for him— one that was expensive, of quality you’d never spend on yourself, but that you’d bought because it was for him.

Hanbin rolls the sleeves up, his forearms on display as he examines his reflection.

“I’d love anything from you,” He says, as if it were a simple fact. To him, it was. Your eyebrows furrow inward slightly, a sign of displeasure, and he turns to face you. “What?”

“I don’t want you to like it because it’s from me. I want you to like it because you… well, because you like it,” You say, lamely gesturing at the ground as if it would prove your point.

Hanbin merely smiles at you, reaching up a hand to affectionately ruffle your hair.

“You know me better than anyone. Of course I love it, idiot,” He tells you, his voice cased in a teasing lilt. You bite back a satisfied smile, opting instead to huff as you fix the collar for him (Hanbin had a bad habit of flipping the collar portion of shirts upwards, which bothered you to no end).

You feel the press of a soft kiss to your forehead as your hands move down to smooth out the fabric. “I love you,” He murmurs into your hair.

He needn’t say it; Sung Hanbin loves you so much it emanates off him in waves. He loves you like you are a child of the cosmos, like you are the ruler of his own personal world and life. And you love him just the same.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, ZHANG HAO 𖥻 ❛ hair clips ❜

ZHANG HAO, contrary to what you may think, loves fiercely, like a flame burning bright for only you. His words are liquid amber dripping down your ears, his kisses like a lighter setting your personal wax candle aflame. Zhang Hao is all of wintry branches and warm breezes, sticky-sweet toffee and bitter coffee.

He’s undeniable in his fiery spirit and gripping eyes, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He shows his love in affirmative words and soft touches— and you reciprocate. Neither of you gift the other things very often, and that’s never been a problem. It’s just not your style.

However, you couldn’t pass by a pack of emoji hair clips Hao didn’t yet own and not get them for him. That would be blasphemy.

You simply drop the pack of emoji clips on his bedside table, not bothering to leave a note or any indication it was you. Your Hao was smart, he’d know.

Likewise, he never gave any indication he ever received them, or that the clips hadn’t been a part of his collection to begin with. But you noticed, of course, that the next day his mess of dark hair was adorned with a new moon emoji clip.

He didn’t say thank you— well, not with words.

Hao looks at you like he’s hallucinating a halo atop your head, like he sees two wings sprouting behind your back and unfolding like a crisp book. And maybe he does; in his world, the sun revolves and spins around you. He is just one of many admirers, because he thinks you must have several hundred with how wonderful you are.

You don’t need to tell him you bought those clips with him in mind. No words are exchanged, but a million are said; “I thought of you and your stupid hair clips”, “These are from me”, “I love you enough to think of you all the time”.

A few weeks later (during which he has not worn a single hair clip not from the packet you bought him), a small box appears on your nightstand. When you open it, a collection of bright and colorful stickers fall out onto your lap. You know, instantly, these are from Hao (who constantly complains about the sheer amount of stickers decorating every piece of furniture the two of you own).

You sort through them, a smile breaking out when you land on the final sticker, not in a pack like the rest. This one was clearly cut out from another, placed deliberately among the others.

“I love you,” in bright, bold letters, with a combination of emojis surrounding it.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, TERAZONO KEITA 𖥻 ❛ blankets ❜

KEITA sometimes wonders if you are a dog. He read somewhere that dogs like to be underneath things or between their owner’s legs because it makes them feel safe; currently, you’re bundled beneath about seven blankets of varying colors and textures, head just barely poking out to be seen.

He thinks he’s never seen anything cuter.

Keita isn’t used to being loved as strongly as you love him— you love him as if something may take him away at every waking moment, as if he will slip between your fingers, as if you are the luckiest person on earth to be able to spend a single second in his presence.

That doesn’t make any sense in his mind. But perhaps it’s like butterflies (he needs to stop comparing you to animals, he thinks to himself), and how they’re unable to see just how beautiful their wings are because they’re always behind them.

“Keita!” Comes your voice, muffled beneath the several layers of fluff. “Open up my backpack, the biggest pocket!”

He gives you an unimpressed look, his thoughts clearly communicated through only his gaze; you seriously can’t do it yourself?

“Just do it!” You huff, trying to move underneath the crushing weight of ten thousand blankets. You remind him briefly of when cats step on sticky notes and start flailing around (yet another animal comparison, he scolds himself), although he follows your orders and treads toward your bag obediently. Perhaps he’s the dog, after all, with how he follows you loyally.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing to be, he muses. Keita would follow you to the ends of the Earth if the situation arose, and he would do so without hesitation.

His fingers move deftly to unzip the bag, a mass of fluffy white greeting him. His first thought is, My god, did I manifest her getting a dog?, followed by, My god, it’s another blanket!

“You can’t be serious,” He says, pulling the blanket out from the bag. He feels a bit like a magician pulling a scarf out of a jacket pocket for a second, with how the blanket seems to just keep coming. You nod eagerly, wiggling around like a caterpillar in a cocoon (seriously, what is wrong with him? That’s the fourth one in five minutes) in an attempt to free one of your arms. You give up after a few seconds of struggling, instead opting to nudge your head in his direction.

“It’s for you!” You exclaim, as if you’ve just gifted him the greatest prize on earth. He can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him as he examines the blanket. It’s similar to one you own, he realizes, your favorite blanket that he tends to steal when he gets cold. “Come on, join me in the blanket pile!”

“You are so dumb,” He comments, even as his smile grows ever bigger, eyes transforming into crescent moons. The gift is so innocuous— so entirely you— that he can’t help but treasure it.

When he turns to you, there’s a split second you can sense you’ve made a mistake. In the next second, he’s on top of you.

You can barely feel his body through the separation of all your blankets, but his weight crashes onto you violently and you fall off the couch, wriggling your cocooned-body around in an attempt to shake him off.

“Heathen!” You scream, turning around and around like some kind of spinning top. Keita just laughs, clinging onto you like a koala (that’s the fifth one, he counts in his head), as he spreads the blanket over both of your bodies.

Several hours later, you’re both still on the ground (but now you’re laying fully on top of Keita in an act of belated revenge, both of you snoozing peacefully in an outrageously large pile of blankets).

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, YOON JONGWOO 𖥻 ❛ cookies ❜

YOON JONGWOO is pretty sure he’s a guardian angel fallen from heaven and you’re the human he was sworn to protect. Not only because he loves you so strongly it has to have some kind of explanation behind it, but because you’re dumb as a brick and surely would have died by now if he wasn’t always there to set things right.

Yes, Jongwoo loves you so strongly he’s sure if his admiration for you was a physical object it could stop bullet trains and shatter diamonds. He is eternally, devastatingly in love with you.

And as he watches smoke rise from your oven and you frantically wave a towel at it like it’ll do anything, he thanks whatever being let him fall down to earth to protect you. Because lord, how have you survived this long?

A tray of something (he thinks they’re supposed to be cookies, from the bag of chocolate chips on the counter and vaguely circular shape they take on) sits on the counter, burnt to charcoal and permeating the air with the smell of burnt sugar.

“You’re so goddamn stupid,” Jongwoo deadpans. You scream a little, whipping around to face him with an expression of both mortification and excitement (an interesting mix that he somehow finds endearing. Curse you and your stupidly attractive face). “Open the windows before the fire alarm goes off.”

“I’m sorry!” You squeak out, hurrying to follow his directions. He notices now that flour dusts your cheeks and nose, the apron hanging virtually useless on you. In fact, you seem to have gotten ingredients everywhere on you but the apron. It’s almost impressive. “I was trying to make cookies for you, but I took a nap halfway through and slept through the timer and—,”

Jongwoo interrupts you with a laugh, throaty and genuine, as he takes in the scene.

The kitchen; an absolute mess, a plethora of ingredients he doesn’t even think belong in cookies decorating the counter and floor. The oven, a steady stream of smoke still emanating from it, and the tray full of lumps of charcoal. And then you, hair a mess— is that an entire chunk of brown sugar in it?—, eyes wide, clothes stained and breathing heavy as you run around trying to open every available window. And, somehow, you’re still the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen and ever will see. He wonders for a moment if you’re the real angel between the two of you.

“It’s fine,” He says, stopping your long tirade of frazzled excuses and explanations. “I appreciate it, really. But…”

He grabs a ‘cookie’ using a paper towel, banging it against the counter and hearing a loud ‘thunk’ greet him in return.

“I don’t think we should eat these.”

You seem on the verge of tears, lip quivering and breathing shaky, so Jongwoo crosses the bit of space between you and wraps his arms around you.

“I really did try my best,” You say, worried that he was upset with you—or worse, thinks you incapable of basic motions. You’re usually a decent cook, you swear!

“I know,” He says, trying to discreetly pick the chunk of sugar from your hair since he’s pretty sure you haven’t noticed it yet. “And I love the thought.”

“If you really loved me you’d eat them,” You argue. He can tell you aren’t serious, but even the thought makes his nose scrunch up— he’s pretty sure he saw marmite out on the counter.

Jongwoo instead picks a cherry from the basket left untouched (probably the only thing in the kitchen left unscathed from your endeavor), and eats it.

“Does that satisfy you?” He asks, giving you a sweet kiss before you have the chance to answer. You can taste the cherry juice on his lips, and you’re sure he can taste the chocolate on yours, considering how many extra chocolate chips you ate.

“Take out for dinner?” You suggest against his lips. He nods, smiling into the kiss.

[strayfics]

im in LOVE with your drabbles!!! tysm for making them!!! can I ask u to make something with yoon jongwoo? i could be anything, just make something with him pleeease 😭 ive been really in love with him lately and there's nothing with him here, so I would be really glad,happy and thankful if u could make some drabble with him!!! 💕💕💕 tsym love!!!!

NO THANK YOUUUU!!!! i squealed so loud when i got this message slkfjsdlkfs <333 and i think everyone should be in love with yoon jongwoo so here's my contribution of fluff for the fandom! hope you like it

Yoon Jongwoo ☆ messy hair ☆ Boys Planet Drabbles

“Can I take off your hat?” you ask with a pout when you see your boyfriend. No doubt, he needed it for practice but practice is over now and that piece of clothing making you unable to run your fingers through his hair seems particularly offensive.

“My hair is really messy.” Even though he says that, Jongwoo takes off his hat without thinking and looks at you with confused eyes while trying to brush through his hair and make himself look somewhat presentable.

You don’t care about that, though. You just smile at him and grab his wrist to stop his movements and gently pull his hand down. “It’s fine.”

Jongwoo doesn’t really understand what you're talking about but you’re smiling at him so he smiles back on reflex and lets you hold his hand, caressing it with his thumb. You finally reach up and run your free hand through his hair, your fingers combing out the messy locks. Jongwoo seems to be in a trance as your touch brings a particular peace and comfort to him.

That’s why it takes him by surprise when you suddenly mess his hair up again and start laughing.

“Hey, what are you–”

A kiss lands on the tip of his nose and he goes a little cross-eyed, trying to look at you.

“You’re cute,” you giggle, and his cheeks turn pink immediately. He swears the power you have over him is unfair but even though his heart is beating a bit too fast, he can’t stop smiling like a fool.

A fool who has his whole world in his arms when he hugs you tightly like this.

[xeriprincess]

His Room - Yoon Jongwoo

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pairing : trainee!jongwoo x gn!reader warnings : suggestive, profanity, possessive Jongwoo😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩, slight voyeurism(?) word count: 500 A/N: I deeply apologize for the person I've become bacause of boys planet. Hot Summer specifically.

There really weren't many things to love about the Planet Camp-

the place was cramped, constantly loud, constantly busy. Not to mention the complete lack of privacy resulting from this many trainees all living together. You could honestly not remember the last time you were in a room all by yourself, without somebody else practicing, or crying, or hanging out.

One thing you did love, though, was his room. How his window faced the moon when it was at it's brightest.

Your heavy breathing filled the air as you desperately tried to keep quiet- his roommates sound asleep on either side of you. Jongwoo's eyes quickly found yours as you pulled away- pupils so blown your eyes were almost completely black. His hands desperately gripped onto your thighs as you were sat across his lap, as if he'd go insane if he let go. He had half a mind to pull your body impossibly closer with that grip, but there was no way he could collect himself- his thoughts were a mess and your scent overwhelmed his senses and it was all he could think about and his heart thrashed around in his chest and–

"Tell me what you're thinking about," you whispered cheekily, still panting to catch your breath. The barest rays of moonlight reflected off his face in the dimly lit room, glazed eyes glimmering with such desperation- the sight of it drove you completely insane. You loved it when he no longer could keep up his act, when he no longer could hide what you did to him.

His gaze quickly dropped, long lashes grazing flushed cheeks, as he contemplated how honest he was allowed to be. His heart sounded like a bass in the silent room and he bit his lip in embarrassment, knowing you surely heard it too. His bashful expression made your own heart burst into flames, filling your insides with sparks.

"I'm thinking about how," he started, looking back up at you through his lashes.

"I wanna be the only one to ever see you like this," he continued, staring deep into your eyes, gritting his teeth. Your breath hitched at those words, sending all your sparks into flames until you thought you would combust.

"Please fuck me," you whispered, now being the one gripping onto him for dear life. Jongwoo swallowed at your request, trying to gather every bit of his concentration to refrain from obliging. He was almost able to collect his composure before his focus was broken.

"Me too Jongwoo"

"Yeah, me too"

The sounds of his roommates' sleepy voices quickly snapped both of you out of your daze, as you realized they weren't as heavy sleepers as you might have assumed. The only thing on your mind now was embarrassment.

"Fuck," Jongwoo breathed, slumping into your chest. You, in turn, let out a loud snort before burying your face in his hair, laughing uncontrollably.

"Bro I'm waiting," you heard Kamden press on, followed by Matthew's snicker sounding from the other side of the room. You could already tell you'd never be able to live this down.

[kafkasmjjw]

Seo Moonjo still remembers where it started.

He'd woken from the throes of sleep and walked the orphanage hallways to get to Ms. Eom. To tell her how all his teeth had fallen out in his nightmare.

He remembers how Ms. Eom had chuckled and said, 'Moonjo-yah, we're having a feast soon'. The orphanage burnt down not a week later.

During his first lecture, his professor had asked, 'Why dentistry?'

The answers that followed the muddled murmurs varied. Money. Opportunity. Independence. The label. It runs in the family. All of it was so materialistic, so pretentious and worldly and greedy.

When the doctor called on Moonjo, he did so without a name. Young man! Why did you choose this field?

'Teeth,' Moonjo answered in his head. 'Because there's something less scientific and more visceral about the strongest substance in our bodies not having the power to repair itself. I want to be relied on.'

In the lecture hall, Moonjo pushed his glasses up his nose and voiced a blunt, "I like teeth."

He tilted his head when the professor grinned, and he looked deeper, inspecting him under a magnifying glass.

Guillaume Duchenne de Boulogne had once said that the first sign of a genuine smile is the contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscles around the eyes, and the tightening skin it brings about.

Fake, he thought. Even as he responded to his professor with a smile of his own.

Moonjo liked hiding things in plain sight, and he thought that the forged display of amusement was an answer in itself to the question. Perhaps one that required a little more insight into his life.

To Ms. Eom and the twins, teeth are weapons. Cutlery to gnaw on bone with. But to him? They're deceptive. Tools. A means to tamper with feelings. To influence and manipulate and corrupt.

The man turns around. He openly looks him over before he greets him. And they share a drink.

He steps onto the roof and takes advantage of the new resident's distraction to study him and take in the genuineness of his every movement.

He finds catharsis in it for a long while before he makes his presence known, "Are you the new guy?"

Somewhere amidst their conversation about a psychopathic pianist, Moonjo stills. He feels around, attaching himself to his body again, reclaiming it as his own instead of an implement, and feels the warmth in his cheeks and the coldness of his drink and the—

The unintentional flex of muscle around his eyes. Foreign and unwelcome. It's a momentary crack in his poise that 303 doesn't notice, too caught up in the psyche of his Pianist.

Moonjo takes a closer look at him, with all his senses at once. It's enough to put him at ease. He takes another gulp of beer, and, as quietly as possible, lets the crack web into something a little broader.

A little more ruinous.

[jebewonmorelike]

Roommates (to Lovers): Texts with Jongwoo

pronouns: none used; n/a (he calls reader b*tch once, but to me that's a gender neutral word at this point so) warnings: light swearing, a tiny bit of angst and fluff summary: jongwoo and bestfriend/roommate!reader slice of life texts with a "to lovers" ending ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this is kind of a surprise/present for my ✨anon! i hope this helps (or rather, worsens) your jongwoo brain rot. ily tysm for supporting my works!! i desperately needed some jongwoo on my blog so i'm so happy i made this; i love how it turned out! working on some more requests for the rest of today and tomorrow that i think everyone will really enjoy too. ~texts are below keep reading bar~

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[akirayuri]

Alright, this is a silly AU that came to my mind but what if Seokyoon somehow managed to survive Moonjo and got the fuck Outta there.

Like, him staying low for as long as he knows Moonjo is still out there ( cause, well. It's Moonjo. And he's scary ) and then when he hears about what happened in Eden by the end of canon becomes relieved that he can finally rap in peace.

Not knowing Moonjo had planted something sinister in Jongwoo's head while he was gone.

Now a post-canon Jongwoo ( who's now as good as Moonjo ) finds out that Seokyoon actually lived.

Cue, staring Seokyoon's corruption arc via stalking and Obsessive behaviour ( cause he actually meant something to Jongwoo. And while sort lived, he was the light in his life. ) And Jongwoo's descends into madness ( just like, Moonjo wanted ) cause he doesn't want to lose Seokyoon again.

Hit me up if you have any thoughts

This one is old but-- 💀@hannigramislife

[adorafics]

Strangers from Hell | T-rated | MJJW | Mystery

Summary:

A year in Jong-woo's life post Eden. As seasons change and reality blurs, can he ever truly be free?

A story consisting of 12 drabbles, written for @ficwip 's #ficwip5k 2023 event.

[ratedfleur]

BREEDING WITH JONGWOO??

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jongwoo would always have you in a mating press, mind stuck on the fact that he wants to breed and fill you up with his seed that would blossom into a baby.

jongwoo just wants to turn you into the prettiest mommy, filling your pretty cunt up with his cum. he even makes sure that you wouldn’t waste a single drop, almost immediately slipping in a plug to keep his cum in you.

“gonna make you all pretty, yeah? be my baby’s mommy..” jongwoo grunts, plowing into your pussy as you screamed, nails scratching jongwoo’s chest as you held onto him for leverage.

your cunt speaks for you, clenching and pulsating around jongwoo’s girth as he keeps your thighs flat against your upper body.

it doesn’t take long for you to cum unannounced, making jongwoo grunt before gripping your thighs tightly as he kept fucking you harder, chasing his own orgasm while muttering a series of words about breeding and impregnating you.

“fillin’ you up with my cum, gonna make me a daddy— hhng fuck! ‘m cumming.” jongwoo groaned before he thrusted hardly into your pussy, slamming his cock into you before spurting his hot cum into your warm cavern.

[itaerae]

could u write a fluff fic where jongwoo gets shy/flustered by reader giving him compliments (or something along those lines)? 🥺

my love 💭💭

pairing: bf!jongwoo x reader

summary: what happens when your boyfriend just needs a little reassurance ? psst, comfort the boy even if it’s three in the morning !

word count: 423

warnings: angst if you squint ! (not proofread)

notes: this was such perf timing bc i’m basing this off of jongwoo’s most recent insta live, tysm for requesting !

incoming call from loml 🫶��� . . .

“jongwoo ?” you asked, still rubbing your half-opened eyes. “___, can you meet me at the park near your complex ? i’ll be waiting.” his voice sounded shaky, it made you concerned. however, you were more alarmed at the fact he was awake this late and currently at the park alone.

“baby, it’s literally three in the morning, are you alright ? i’ll be down. in a sec, be safe okay ?” uneasiness was laced in your vocal tone, jongwoo noticed. “don’t be worried, i’m unharmed. please hurry, i just want to see you.” he reassured, it gave you some sliver of relief to say the least.

pulling out the most presentable clothes you could find, you threw on a light jacket and bolted out the apartment.

nearing the park, you noticed a figure mindlessly walking in circles around the small playground. you called out to it, “jongwoo ?” the figure looked in your direction immediately. it was too dark outside for you to see his face, but you knew it was him. he gestured for you to come join him, sitting on the slide of the playground.

under the street lamp, you could clearly see his eyes were red around the rim. puffy cheeks, tear stains, and rudolph’s nose told you exactly what happened prior. “what’s on your mind, my love ?” you asked, gently stroking his cheeks. you saw the way his eyes welled up again. his eyes averted to the ground.

“do you think i’m good enough ?” he mumbled, you knew the stress of debuting was starting to get to him. “baby, you’re more than enough ! why would you think that ?” he didn’t answer, but you saw he was fidgeting with his fingers, biting on his quivering lips. you pulled him closer.

“you’re the most amazing dancer i’ve ever seen ! you’ve improved so much, and i’m so proud of you ! don’t ever doubt yourself, woo.” he looked up, eyes still teary, face turning a flushed pink shade. “really ?” he said amused, cheeks bright pink. he looked so cute like this !

“if you don’t believe me, maybe you should listen to the swarm of fans supporting you.” you shrugged jokingly and finally he broke out into a fit of laughter. you couldn’t help but chuckle, his smile was contagious. wanting to reassure him for good, you took a hold of his hands, stroking them.

“i really mean it, you’re amazing. don’t think any different, my love.”

[harus-simp]

Finding their baby pictures

Keita, Jongwoo, Chen Kuan Jui, Haruto, Park Hanbin

Genre: pure fluff

Author's note: Okay so I got this idea by seeing Instagram, like they released all this baby pictures of them so I was really inspired. Might do another part or multiple parts and just do all 28 trainees haha

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When the boys are given a little break you surprise them with their baby pictures developing funny and chaotic situations between you two.

Keita

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

Your boyfriend Keita, had been participating on this program called Boys Planet, where he was trying to debut in a 9 member group, and although he was doing well as a member of Ciipher, he wasn't completely satisfied and therefore challenged himself further. You on the other hand had been supporting him wherever he went and always bringing him comfort if something didn't come out as he expected, that's why he considered you one of the pilars in his life, making him love you unconditionally.

While scrolling through Instagram, you encountered with the boys planet page where they uploaded all sorts of pictures and videos of the trainees, so you decided to be a supporting girlfriend and like every publication where he appeared, until you saw something that caught your eye from the most recent pictures. It was a baby photo of your boyfriend drinking juice with this cute little red outfit. You were immediately immersed in the photo and completely in awe of how adorable Keita looked. You smiled widely and decided to text Keita about your little discovery.

-OMG KEITAAAAA

-What could havenpossibly happened now 🙄- he answered already knowing how dramatic you could get some times

-Look what I've just found 🥺😭 you answered as you sent him the photo

-Hey, how you got that?

-Mnet just released it on their boys planet page on Insta, how can you be so cute and tinyyy 😢❤️

-...are you being serious now?🤨

-Of course I am dummy, you little cutie, tiny , adorable and I don't have more adjectives baby :((

-I'm not tiny >:/

-Yes you are >:))

-Yah, stop teasing 😡

-Too bad you are not here to stop me 😛

"Now who says I'm not here?"You heard a voice behind your back, making you turn slowly only to find him with his arms crossed looking at you expectantly.

"Oh"

"Oh? Is that everything you are saying to me? Where did it go the confident y/n?"he asked you with a little smirk

"Ha.ha.ha" you laughed awkwardly "welcome back?"

He just grinned as he approached you slowly.

"Hmm, what are you thinking Mr. Keita? What are you up t-" you were interrupted as he started tickling your sides softly in order to not hurt you.

"Woah- Keita sto-" you said suppressing a laugh

"Now who's the tiny one huh?"

"No one, no one, but please I swear to God,stop" you said almost crying, and earning a sympathetic look from Keita making him stop his attack.

He offered you a hand to get up, but instead you pulled him towards you making him be on top of you.

You kissed him softly on his lips while saying "welcome back Keita". He returned the kiss smiling brightly "thank you babe"he said hugging you slowly and showing that gummy smile you love so much.

Jongwoo

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A surprise, that's what Jongwoo wanted to give you, a simple surprise, but turns out that he was the surprised one instead.

You were peacefully organising your room and cleaning the rest of your apartment while dancing and humming songs from your playlist when you saw something on one bookshelf that caught your interest, it was a picture, a baby picture in fact of your boyfriend.

You felt all warm and fluttered inside out of a sudden as you looked at the picture in silence and without skipping a detail of his figure.

You suddenly felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind making you jump a little and turn around only to find Jongwoo's warmth embracing you.

"How's my sunshine doing?"he asked you sweetly and giving you a little peck on your nose.

"Jongwoo, how can you be here?"you asked back throwing yourself towards his arms and hugging him tightly, as if you let go of him he would disappear.

"Well, they gave us a break so we could rest to prepare for the final round" he answered looking at you ever so lovingly. "What you got there?"he pointed your hand.

"Oh, I just found a baby picture of you" you said casually with a soft smile showing it to him happily.

He was indeed the one in the picture, but he wasn't really expecting it to end up in your hands, and neither you complimenting his adorable looks. This made him a little embarrassed, a pink blush rising to his cheeks making him look away.

"Haha I don't know how could that have appeared here" he giggled.

"Don't you have more pics you could show me please?"🥺🙏

"No, why would you want them?"he asked clearly, confused.

"Because you look adorable and I'd like to see more of you as a kid" you answered pouting.

He really found the whole situation so wholesome, so he just gave you a kiss to make you forget everything, and who were you to ignore his affection.

He held you by your waist massaging you on your sides and making the kiss a little more passionate. You enjoyed every second of it as you pulled away and looked into his eyes sweetly.

"You know that won't make me forget it right?"

He grinned while nodding softly and giving you a peck on your cheeks.

"I know I know. How about we go get an ice cream and later I ask my mom for more pictures?"he suggested.

And as long as you were suspicious of how true was his statement, you were far more tempted into the involvement of food.

"Hmmm,only if you pay"you teased sticking out your tongue.

"Deal,then" he answered holding your hand and leading you toward your bedroom to change and go for a walk.

Chen Kuan Jui

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Your flexible boyfie and you were sleeping peacefully all cuddled up as Mnet had released him (that sounds like he is locked up sorry 💀💀💀) to rest for a few days. Your head was on his chest and his arms wrapped around your frame. You woke up to little snores coming out from him to which you smiled widely remembering how caring and sweet he was as you felt his strong arms being wrapped around you.

As you noticed the light entering your room, you started to pull away and get up, but Chen Kuan Jui just had to tighten the hug and mumble in his sleep

"Don't go yet, sugar"he pleaded.

"But I have so much work to do!" you responded.

"Hmmmm"he reluctantly stated to disentangle himself from you.

You both had a nice breakfast and started your day in a good mood goofing around and just enjoying the presence of the other.

You decided to start organising the living room while your boyfriend did the boolshelves from your bedroom. You were finishing your part when you were called.

"Baby, look what I found!"he shouted for you to come.

"Give me a second"

You came to your room curious on what he wanted to show you.

"I found my album from when I was a kid"he said smiling cheerfully.

"Really? Let me see!"

As he showed you, you were absolutely drawn to this particular picture of him dressed up as a lion with his ballerinas. From his little pose to his make up and his pretty smile made your heart flutter and die from cuteness.

"Baby, you look so cute!!!"🥺😭😩❤️

"Hehe this was from my ballet classes"he answered

"You were a little talented dancer from such a young age!! I love you for that!!!"

This made something snap in his big and caring heart, his gummy smile appearing and making him bring you to his embrace to give you an eskimo kiss.

"And I love you for being there for me and supporting me wherever I go. I love you so damn much love <3"

You both giggled cutely and proceeded being all dorkey and lovey dovey for the rest of the day.

Haruto

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Since the Artist battle, you had met Haruto's mom on the queue to Mnet. She of course knew who you were, but hadn't had the opportunity to get to know. Turns out, with the intermediate Japanese level you had, you both hit it off and since then started talking like close friends would, mainly about Haruto because you were both really supportive and caring towards him as he had been working really hard to run towards his dream of becoming an idol.

Haruto got some well diserved free days due to the upcoming finale,so he could rest properly and be ready for the performance. He got home excited to take a break and spend time with you as Boys Planet had taken a lot of time from his agenda and from his previous quality time with his dear girlfriend.

"I'm home babe!"he announced.

"Haru! Have they given you a break finally?"You asked him

"Yes, know we can spend some more time together, I'm so tired right now I could use some sleep to recharge"

"Of course bubs, you better rest to slay your performance .Also look what I just found!"you said excited.

Haruto looked at you with a puzzled expression waiting for you to elaborate further, you turned your phone to him making his eyes go wide.

"Don't you look adorable as a baby? 🥺"you asked him.

"Wha-' how did you get that picture?"he asked you in return, utterly confused as why would you have that.

"Oh, your mom just send it to me" you answered, your tone filled with appreciation and love.

"My mom what?"he asked in disbelief. "How on earth is that possible?"

"Well, we met the other day on the queue to the Artist Battle, she's lovely by the way, you both are so much alike" you blurted out.

Now he didn't expect that outcome. He was still in shock, but when you started telling him how cute he was as a kid, maybe due to some information his mother gave you, he couldn't help himself but just smile shyly at you lowering his head down and giggling at your antics, making him fall in love with you all over again.

"Well what can I say, I've always been this cute" he said proudly forming a pout in his lips, which you gladly kissed for him to be fully satisfied and to make him shut up and stop his ego from increasing.

"Well then big baby, let's give you the rest you are in need of" you giggled cutely at his antics

"Can we cuddle though?" :((

"We sure can" :))

"And can you give me kisses, I'm feeling soft right now" he asked you timidly and lowering his tone of voice.

You just nodded laughing softly and gave him what he wanted,making him smile in the process.

Park Hanbin

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Hanbin had told you to meet him on a nearby park as he could rest for a few days before the finale. He had been working very hard to secure his spot and have received lots of support from his fans, however what he wanted at the moment was to just lay in your arms while talking about anything and everything.

He waited patiently for your arrival, when he saw you coming his way his face curdled up into a wide smile as he called your name.

"Babyyyy"he raised his voice a little for you to recognise him.

You looked up and met his gaze on you, causing a smile to appear on your face.

"HanBinnnn :)"

"How you've been?"he asked you

"Good. What about you? How's the program?"

"Good good, but I'd rather talk about your day"

Your heart skipped a beat at his caring persona making you smile.

"Alright, but let me treat you to something something"you offered. He accepted gladly as you guys kept talking about random things.

When you got there you ordered 2 milkshakes and a little strawberry cake to share.

Suddenly, you looked at him with a suspicious smirk making him a little bit scared of what your intentions were.

"What are you planning this time?"he asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"You won't believe what I found"you answered.

He waited for you to show him whatever you were trying to show him on your phone. He was even more confused when you entered the Boys Planet page on Instagram and searched for something in particular, not letting him see anything.

"Ta-da" you revealed a picture of him as a little baby on some sort of garden looking with a judgeful look to the camera.

"Ahhhh, OMG How the fuck did you get that?"he squealed a little bit gaining the looks from the tables besides you both.

"Don't you look absolutely cute? You even judged as a kid, that's so you haha" you laughed silently.

"No like, how did that got there in the first place?"

"Well Mnet published it in their page so I suppose they asked your parents for them"

"I look awful" he laughed embarrased of himself.

"No you don't? You look handsome and really adorable, you have the best baby pictures I swear to God.

Oh, that actually sounded good coking from her mouth, he thought. Only starting to increase his ego and looking at you with a sufficient little smirk.

"Oh, if you say that you must like me too much then"

You immediately regretted saying that out loud and just side eyed your boyfriend like he was the most annoying thing on this planet.

"Oh shut up"

You know he was just teasing but once he starts you know he can't stop. So in order to make him shut up you picked some frost from the cake and put it on his nose. After that you just got close to his face and licked it, making him look at you disgusted.

"Ewww, that's gross"

"Well then,let it be like that then " you said pissed off as you got up from your seat to start walking away.

"I'm just joking baby,don't be mad" he said holding your hand to stop you from getting away.

"Hmm, give me a good reason why I should stay"

"Me?"he answered with a cute expression making you melt inside.

"Well, good enough I guess" you responded kissing him on his cheek delicately.

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[loveforseo]

Jongwoo as an undercover assassin who moved into the eden residence and is tasked to kill Kihyuk, only for him to witness the man's demise at the hands of a strange dentist who happens to be his neighbor.

Jongwoo begins to wonder if the dentist is a part of an organization that Kihyuk got involved in and messed up with too. He begins to speculate if the dentist is just like him, an assassin who happened to have the same mission as him.

But as Jongwoo recalled the way that the man killed Kihyuk, it almost feels like there is some kind of personal vendetta in the way that it was executed. Strangulation. It was almost too... intimate? in a really fucked up way. Jongwoo couldn't point a finger at it.

As Jongwoo starts to dig for information about the man, he finds himself deeply captivated by the presence of someone who commits murders for the sake of 'art', for satisfying his own inhumane desires. The opposite of him who commits murders for the sake of his job, for surviving the world he is used to.

[chhagiya]

Jung Woo came to bedroom after he finished some of his writing. It’s raining heavily outside. It’s spraying in the room through windows. He closed the bedroom windows, turned on the night light. He was going to go under the blanket, but he stopped. He sat on the other side of the bed looking at the other occupant of the house. For some reason, his insomnia briefly goes away on stormy nights…..

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Hello!!! Can you please write a Seo Moonjo fic, where he becomes possessive/obsessed with Jongwoo's gf or with a female who works with him?

Overcompensate

Absolutely lovely! Here's a bit of a drabble for you!

Pairing: Seo Moon-Jo X Reader

Warnings: mentions of gore & possessiveness, Moon-Jo shows very yandere tendencies, cannibalism allegories

Moon-jo was a simple man.

Not necessarily in theory, but in practice. He knew what it was he aspired to obtain in his lifetime and with the amount of work and dedication he put into those aspirations, it makes sense that he would achieve them. Simple.

But as to what he wanted and the lengths he would go to, stopping at nothing...that was a little more complicated.

To his surprise, he had found himself in a situation where the goal wasn't in relation to dentistry or murder. He was having a bit of an issue sorting out just exactly why the new tenant of Eden Residence was so captivating, so enthralling to him. What was it about the boy who lived next door that led Moon-Jo to believing that his existence was some sort of spiritual awakening he would have to come to discover? Why was he suddenly so fascinated in the idea of pulling back his brain and picking out all of his thoughts, consuming them in their entirety until there was nothing left of poor Jongwoo but a vessel of the human being he once was? It was Kafka-esque, a metamorphosis of his character; to watch him succumb to the ravaging animalistic qualities that Moon-Jo believed all humans to possess. It was strange and it was beautiful.

And oh, was it something Moon-Jo wanted.

So he put in the work. Day after day he spent trying to get under Jongwoo's flesh, tearing open another layer piece by piece to truly understand his newfound obsession. But with every step closer to his goal he got, the more confused he became. There was nothing he was learning that he had hoped for. Jongwoo was buckling under the weight of his neighbor's madness, yes. But he wasn't the right image of Moon-Jo's work. This frustrated him to no end.

He still remembers when everything finally clicked into place. The night had just fallen and the stars crept up in the sky, illuminating the long path to the Residence. Although the lights were dim, one could still make out the small cats darting back and forth as they played with one another in the underbrush. The air was crisp and still with no wind, a perfect temperature to end an outrageously hot summer day. Moon-Jo awaited on the rooftop with two beers, as he usually did, watching the path below for his Jongwoo to arrive back home with his furrowed expression of displeasure and overly large backpack slung over his shoulders from an excruciatingly long day at the office. He would be lucky to convince Jongwoo up to the roof where he sat and even luckier if he could manage to get him to drink his beer. He knew Jongwoo was onto him and his...stranger tendencies, but he would receive the fruits of his labor. He always did.

The beer can was cold under his grasp, the condensation slipping from his fingertips and falling beneath him as the drops pattered onto the cracked concrete. He was starting to grow slightly warm, however, he wasn't sure if it was because of the weather or the growing anticipation he felt as he awaited the boy's arrival. His eyes didn't leave the road once.

As he looked beneath him towards the winding street, he finally saw his neighbor trudging up the path, same expression on his face Moon-Jo had expected him to be wearing. But, to his surprise, walking beside the man he'd so desperately tried his best to court 24/7 was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life.

It shocked him-almost-his hand immediately dropping the beer he was holding as he lost his composure for the first time in many years. It was sudden, as though he'd been impaled by sword, piercing through his lungs and stopping his breath as his heart skipped a beat. He had never been so hungry, so devout for human meat. He didn't want to cannibalize you, no. But he so desperately wanted to consume you and your being which is almost the same thing...right? He knew what Jongwoo had meant to him now, it was almost so clear in the way it presented itself; Jongwoo was never meant to be the product of his manipulation. It had always had to have been you.

Your eyes looked up towards Eden, missing the strange man on the roof entirely. Moon-Jo found himself entranced by them, watching the way they shone under the stars and the soft light from the windows of the Residence. They were like Bosch's paintings of the divine, absolutely encapsulating the beauty of the gods. Your hair fell slightly past your shoulders and framed a face he could only assume belonged to heavens itself. Your body swayed with the movement of your feet as you followed your boyfriend's suit, duffel bag in hand.

Moon-Jo thought he had died and been met with the face of a deity.

On your end, the only thing you were thinking about was Jongwoo's warnings from earlier. Once he had moved to Seoul and started living in this dingy place, he had instantly been met with strange roommates whom he'd talk about often. You were worried about his dwindling sleep schedule and his overall safety, residing in a place like this on the outskirts of town. If something terrible were to happen here, you weren't even sure police would show up in this precinct. For Jongwoo's sake, however, you swallowed down your nervousness preparing to have that conversation with him later.

Collecting himself, Moon-Jo practically sprinted towards the stairs and made his way down to Mrs. Eom's desk, leaning against the dilapidated building's walls, forcing himself to contain the sparks flying through his veins. He had to keep himself together, make the most impeccable first impression and swoon you over, whoever you might be. He needed you to like him, to trust him. If he ruined his image right off the bat by voicing his true inner monologue, it would be so much harder to mold you to his image and sway you into his grasp.

"Jongwoo, are you sure this is something you want to do? We could always sleep at my place if you're as uncomfortable by this place as you say." You said, closing the heavy door behind you and setting down your duffel bag for a moment to regain your breath.

Jongwoo shrugged and picked up your things containing all your overnight clothes and whatever else you'd brought to work that day. He had just simple given you a "yeah, this is fine" before turning around to be met face-to-face with the one person he didn't want to see or have the imposition of introducing to his girlfriend at all. He had hoped he might be able to sneak you past and into his room before anyone even noticed he was there; as he usually did. He'd presumed Moon-Jo to be on the roof for his nightly drink, whenever he stayed at the residence and not in his own apartment.

Beside the wall-almost eerily so-Moon-Jo stood, ignoring Jongwoo completely. His eyes were trained on you as you gathered yourself enough to take him in, watching the man before you breathe in the very fiber of your being. He was tall and dark haired with extraordinary cheekbones. With a face card like that, you were sure he'd have had to be a model or do side-gigs of the sort. His smile was a pleasant one as it seemed inviting, but upon staring at it for a few moments, something about it felt off to you. His black button-up was loose around his collarbones and neatly tucked into his slacks. He was fairly handsome, you thought, forgetting that Jongwoo had warned you of this 'crazy neighbor' before inviting you to stay at his place to catch the train back home tomorrow.

A piercing feeling of nervousness took over your body and shocked you instantly. There was something extremely peculiar about this man and you wanted nothing to do with finding out what it was. There was something haunting about the depth of his cold, dark gaze, contrasting Jongwoo's warm and inviting one. You swore to yourself in that moment not to walk anywhere on these premises without Jongwoo for fear of running into this man alone.

However uncomfortable you may have felt, Moon-Jo was in love, if that's what you would call it. He wanted this-you, so intensely and so immediately that his entire body felt as though it were shaking with tremors. He would stop at absolutely nothing to have you, to own you. You were what he had been unknowingly waiting for his entire existence and Jongwoo had only been the key. Smiling, he shook his hand out towards yours, ignoring the complaints from your boyfriend from beside you.

"My name is Seo Moon-Jo. The pleasure is all mine."

"(Y/N)." You replied.