#matthew kim fanfic

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day 20 - daddy kink

kard 1.6k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) NSFW

🖤 warnings: size difference, massive embarrassment, active destigmatizing of your local fave kinks, matthew has a big dick bc of course he does, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, i fucking love this man 🖤

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"It was just a joke, right?"

Matthew glances over from the passenger's seat, lounging as comfortably as he can in your relatively small ride. He's so tall, he has the seat slid back as far as possible, which is why he doesn't drive your car, like, ever. Mess up your mirrors and everything.

"What?" he asks.

"A joke. What you said, at Ashley's house."

"What part?"

You frown at the road. You'd thought that it would be less embarrassing to ask him about this while you're busy, so you don't have to look at him and face it head-on, but he's still pushing your buttons.

"The part when I wanted another drink and you got up to get it and you said..."

Matthew is looking at you, calm and expectant behind his sunglasses, but you can't even say it. Your stomach twists, and you don't think it's in a bad way, which makes all of this even worse. An awakening of this kind isn't supposed to happen at your boyfriend's college friend's house during a baseball game kickback.

"Daddy's got it?" Matthew finishes, with the worst shit-eating grin.

Yes. That.

You're white-knuckling the steering wheel at this point.

"Yeah, baby, I was joking," he says.

"Okay."

That's that, then. He was joking, which means you should absolutely try to forget the way that you'd reacted when he said it.

Which was embarrassing, but it was also...something. You're a grown adult, you've had your share of experiences, heard and seen your share of lewd and suggestive things. But nothing that you can recall has floored you so instantly, so completely, so unexpectedly, as Matthew casually using that nickname to refer to himself.

It was a dropped-jaw, blank-head kind of moment. He's got dudebro energy, and he's the smallest bit protective, but mostly Matthew is polite and thoughtful and mild-mannered. So this...

"That really stuck with you, huh?" he says.

"Not really," you lie.

Matthew hums, clearly disbelieving. "I dunno, you wouldn't've said anything if it was no big."

"It just surprised me."

Worst of all is the way it surprised no one else. Ashley, sitting right in the next chair, didn't even blink, and you're absolutely sure she heard it. Joan just rolled her eyes, and Somin's sharp gaze stayed on the TV.

You, however. Your stomach dropped. And a little farther south, well...

"Y'know what I think?"

You're in for it now. "What?"

"I think you liked it, a lil bit."

Or a lot.

You manage to escape answering as you pull into the parking lot of your building, and navigate the tight parking spots. But once the car doors are locked and Matthew is following you into the elevator up to your unit, he starts in again.

"Well?"

He's tall, and broad, and he's using it to his advantage, leaning over you against the wall of the elevator, caging you in.

"Well?" you repeat.

"Didn't answer me."

You grin up at him. "I forget the question."

"Brat," he says fondly, and oh no. "Did you like it?"

"I mean. Maybe?"

"Whatchu mean, maybe?"

You shrug as best you can against the wall. "Just maybe. You really surprised me."

"So you wouldn't be mad if I keep doing it, huh?"

You should know better than to try to play cool with him. The elevator reaches your floor, and you dart under his arm and out the door. Running away is useless, all some kind of game, but you're flustered, and you need a second to think about this.

He keeps talking his way down the hall behind you. "Cuz, like, I think it's kinda hot."

"Oh?" you murmur, unlocking the apartment door.

"Yeah, y'know." He raises his eyebrows, wags them. "Daddy."

Goddamnit, he said it again.

Your shoes and jacket get way more attention than they need, as you put them away and try not to immediately fall to pieces at the idea that Matthew wants you to call him daddy and you are completely on board, who are you, what's happening-

"Wouldn't mind that," he says.

"You..." you falter. "You want me...I mean, I could..."

There are two completely equal and opposite factions of your brain fighting it out, right now: one that wants to shut this down and forget it ever happened lest you die of embarrassment, and one that's already decided this is the best day of your life.

Matthew doesn't reply to that. Not with words, anyway.

He heads for your room, as you fuss with the way your jacket hangs, sending you a grin and a wave.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

His answer has your stomach dropping. "Come with Daddy and you'll find out."

This is happening, isn't it?

Your bedroom door clicks shut, and you're left standing in the living room like some kind of idiot. An idiot, because your super hot boyfriend is in there with a sexy new game to play, and you're out here fixing the cuffs and buttons on your jacket.

It would be equally as embarrassing as everything else tonight to admit that you're running to the bedroom, but you're running to the bedroom.

Inside, Matthew is lounging on your bed, changed and cozy and topless. His jeans swapped out for the spare sweats he keeps here, his usual hat and sunglasses discarded, his rib tattoo on display, he looks comfortable and mouth-wateringly good.

"Hey," he says.

He's scrolling on his phone, but he smiles as you come in and shut the door behind you.

"I'm gonna get changed," you say.

"Gonna admit you wanna play, too?" Matthew asks.

That smile has turned playful, his tongue between his teeth.

"Yeah."

"Oh, yeah?"

You return your top to the closet carefully, undressing piecemeal and buying yourself as much time as you can. "Yeah."

"Then come to Daddy."

It's instantaneous, the way you absolutely throb at his words. Butterflies in your stomach, you suspect that your panties are going to be in quite the state when you finally get down to them.

"You can't just say things like that!" you complain.

"Why not?"

"It's embarrassing."

"How's it embarrassing?" he asks, arms crossed behind his head up against the headboard. "You like it, I like it, let's go."

"It just is."

"You're makin' things hard for yourself. Don't be so high-strung, baby."

Dressed again in an oversized pajama shirt and undies - you were correct, they're soaked, and you're doomed - there's no choice but to join Matthew on the bed. He opens his arms to you, but as you go to settle yourself into his side, he redirects you onto his lap, instead. It's still secure, still nice, but much more confrontational, as he winds his arms around your waist and makes you look at him.

"Ain't it more fun to just admit you wanna try something?" he asks.

"I guess." You hate when he's right.

"Say it," he teases.

"Say what?"

"It."

"It," you repeat.

He squeezes your sides under his hands. "Not what I meant."

You know what he meant, but you're not about to just...say it.

Matthew doesn't seem to mind your hesitation, though, because he just kisses you. Hot, and dirty, tongue at the seam of your lips, holding you fast against his lap, taking his sweet time with it.

"I getcha," he says. "It needs to be natural, right, baby? You gotta wanna say it."

He's right about this too, you realize, as you consider it. But you do want to. You're embarrassed, yes, but the bone-deep feeling of want is there. This is something you want.

You just put your t-shirt on, but he's got it off you again in an instant. Easy come, easy go.

"I can feel you, y'know," Matthew murmurs.

You know what he means, but he says it anyway.

"You're gonna soak through my sweats. Hot 'n bothered, huh?"

"A little," you agree.

"Stop holdin' back," he teases.

His mouth returns, this time to your throat, where he bites down enough to make you yelp. Matthew is a lot stronger than you, and usually he's careful not to use that physical advantage too much, out of fairness and safety, but tonight he doesn't seem to care. He drags you forward a little, into him, settling you right over the bulge in his sweatpants.

"D'you want this?"

"Now you're the one holding back," you say.

He laughs, even as he bites down again, at your collarbone this time. He tweaks one of your nipples, just to hear the sound you make.

"Fine," he says, "You want Daddy's cock?"

Your punched-out moan at that one makes him laugh again.

"Imma take that as a yes."

"It's a yes," you assure him.

"Then say it."

You still can't quite say it, but that doesn't stop Matthew.

One strong arm around your back, he turns the two of you over, settling you on your back on the mattress, careful to get your head on your pillow and your thighs spread wide for him. Careful, accommodating. Taking care. Kind of definitely filling the role of-

"You gotta say it if you want it," he tells you.

His sweatpants are gone, and his boxers are gone, which makes your sticky-wet panties the last layer between the two of you.

"I know you can. I know you want it."

He's well-endowed to the point of absolute comic insanity, and you're grinding against him for just a moment of stimulation. Matthew presses another kiss to your lips, sweet this time, before dipping back down to drag your panties down your legs and off.

"Any time now."

You're practically panting. "I want..."

Matthew drags his length against you, agonizing.

"I want - fucking shit - I want...Daddy's cock."

"Good girl," he praises.

Your reward is the smooth, hot press of his cockhead inside you, the thick slide of the rest of him following. He groans. You arch into him, hands going to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"C'mon, baby. Daddy wants to hear you."

[haesunflower]

petty fights with zb1

genre: slight angst only for hyung line, most are lighthearted

pairing: reader (gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: what i think reader x zb1 would fight about

warning some have triggers (implied cheating, jealousy and injury), these are mostly lighthearted, not all are established relationship, bullet point reactions, all lowercase is intentional, not proofread, i should have just made this normal and not bullet, I'm lazy

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

you always thought you were secure in your relationship

a lot of people swooned over jiwoong but he's been good at reassuring you that you're the only person for him

but lately, he's been busy filming another drama with seobin

and they spend all their free time together, doing lives and filming vlogs for seobin's channel

while some of it is for pr, you know they're really good friends either way

he's a hell of a good actor, you think

because watching his chemistry with seobin, you start to think he's cheating on you

you hope he isn't, but when he comes home one day looking extremely exhausted and as if he just cried – you prayed that you would be wrong

jiwoong kneels in front of you, and has trouble looking you in the eyes

he keeps stuttering, and then just cries

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

when you first started dating, one of the things you worried about was how well hao would get along with your group of friends

they were kinda, well, loud and too much

and you know hao is quite introverted – it's one of the things you love about him. he's calm. you're crazy. that kinda thing.

when you're all together he's usually mostly silent but he engages in conversation. you had assumed that when you all mingle and have your own conversations he holds up on his own.

to your surpise, your best friend let you know that he hasn't made an effort to get to know her even after all these months

that made you mad

the air in the car ride home felt weird. you were at a stoplight when you accusingly said

"do you hate my friends?"

hao just looks at you, and begins to open his mouth but is distracted by the sudden green light

without giving him a chance to think, "hao i've made an effort to be good friends with your members"

hao thinks you're being unfair, because even his partner doesn't understand what it's like to be an introvert

but to some degree you're right, he doesn't try hard enough

unsure of what to say, he nods and continues to drive

you loudly sigh and direct your body towards your window. you know this will have to be a conversation for tomorrow.

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

hanbin was taking longer than usual again today

you always meet up at the exit of building b of the university when you're both done with your classes, so you could go on a quick cafe date before the sun sets

it's been 30 minutes since he texted "on my way!"

fed up, you head over to his classroom to find him lending his notes to a girl. usually this isn't a problem, but it's who he's lending it to that irks you.

"baby, can we go?"

"oh hi y/n, yeah hold on somi's just finishing up with my notes"

thing is, somi likes your boyfriend, and your boyfriend doesn't see that.

you head over to their table and pick up hanbin's notebook, somi looks shocked she was disrupted

"i'll send you photos of the other pages when we get home"

you shove his notebook in your book bag and start walking away, not giving her an opportunity to respond

when hanbin catches up to your pace he reaches for your hand only for you to swat it away

"stop being so nice to everyone hanbin, they get the wrong idea"

hanbin wanted to defend himself, but he deprioritized that train of thought as he realized you are 100% the jealous type

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

matthew's main descriptor is that he's cute, because he is

but you didn't know that being called cute bothered your boyfriend

"am i not handsome to you?"

"babe, where is this coming from?"

he flashes his phone screen, your recent photoset post from your finsta on display. it featured various pictures of both of you from your dates the week before

the caption he pointed to: "i have the cutest boyfriend in the whole world"

so you deadass thought he was joking

but he really wasn't, he looked real serious -_-

you set the phone down and hugged him, placing your head on his chest

"of course i also think you're the hottest man on the planet"

"much better", matthew finally smiles and you both laugh as he tickles you in revenge

later that night, you posted a few of his gym thirst traps with the caption "my boyfriend is so handsome he should choke me"

his older sister commented: gross. block me next time.

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

so the "fight" started when he texted you that morning with

"y/n look at this, the fans are saying i dress terribly"

"....well"

"well?! well what??"

you ended up not replying because you didn't know how to word it

you loved taerae but those red sweats needed to go

so when you got another text that said "are you really not going to respond to me"

you hit him with a "let's just go shopping today"

even though you hated couple items, it was the only way for taerae to buy the items you wanted for him

he secretly bought a pair of red sweats for you

in the end, he beats the fashion taeraerist allegations (thanks to you)

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

ever since you started dating, you couldn't recall a time when you were able to pay for your dates

he beats you to it every time...and you feel terrible about it.

ricky extensively spoiled you, and all you wanted was to be given an opportunity to do the same for him

one day you asked him if you could pay for lunch this time around

"no. never. don't worry about stuff like that"

"let me do it just once, please?"

you didn't get your way, and you both walked out of the restaurant slightly annoyed

in fact, you refused to go on any date with him from that point unless you could pay for it

he deadass couldn't get you to come with him on any plan he made for a whole month.

eventually, he showed up at your place and said "fine. for every ten dates you can pay for one"

he wasn't happy with it but at least you were

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

gyuvin was the clumsiest person you know

so when he knocked over the vase and cut his hand in an attempt to clean it up, you couldn't help but scream at him in worry for his safety

"gyuvin what are you doing? you shouldn't have touched that!"

you quickly found the first aid kit that his mom kept underneath the bathroom sink

gyuvin had his head down as he applied pressure to the cut

he watched as you worked your way through the supplies

as you gently tended to his wound he tried not to make any sound

"sorry i yelled earlier. i just wish you were more careful. i don't like it when you get hurt"

he looked up to meet your eyes, you were tearing up

it was sorta clouding your vision, so you had to stop what you were doing

"i know y/n, i'm sorry. i'm working on it"

he leaned his head against yours

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

you're both in debate. and you strongly dislike going up against him because 98% of the time you lose.

he likes to win and then gloat about it later

"how's it like to lose for the 3rd time in a row?" (jokingly, you think)

(because you have an inclination that he might have a massive crush on you) (you are correct)

academic rivals to lovers, if you will

when you finally started dating he stopped gloating at least

that doesn't mean he goes easy on you, he tries to give his one hundred percent because so do you

sometimes mid debate he'd catch himself staring at you and get a little distracted

your losing rate has since decreased to about 70% now (thank you puppy gunwook!)

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

yujin had issues with sharing way before you started liking each other

maybe it's because he has younger siblings and basically had to share everything with them all his life

so when he shows up to school with a fully packed lunch and extra snacks, and you dare to come up to ask for the pack of pretzels he had, he was hesitant

you did this every monday without fail and he started to get fed up with it

"get your own food will you?"

"i would but it tastes better when it comes from you" you say as you plop down next to him at the courtyard

boy was gobsmacked. from that moment on he was kinda smitten.

i don't know how either that's just how his brain works

from then on, he only shared his snacks with you

except for that one time yena from the upper year said "oh that looks good, can i have some yujinie?" and he gave the whole bag to her.

yeah you guessed it, your pretzel bag.

you were furious

he didn't understand why until you made a snide remark at the end of the day - something along the lines of "yeah you're only nice to older girls"

he bought the giant xl version of the pretzels to school the next day as a sorry

A/N: my friend alexis helped me out with the ideas per member. personally tried to be angsty but most ended up being lighthearted lol. requests are open and you can claim anons too if you'd like hehe

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[yunacoeur]

when they think you’re breaking up with them

a/n: no one talk about how some are longer or shorter than others 💀 @haesunflower hope u like it!! <3

zb1 x reader, lots of angst with all good endings! food mention kinda in matthew’s, mention of cheating in hanbin’s, reader is hinted to have mental health issues in ricky’s, gyuvin’s is a fake dating au, lots of miscommunication which i’m sure you guys love to see!! it doesn’t annoy anyone at all ever ☺️

kim jiwoong

fighting with jiwoong sucked because he could go for hours without faulting at all. he gets tired, sure, but he never slips or says something wrong.

“and i just think if you cared more, you’d actually put in effort into our relationship!” you said to him, and he rolls his eyes like a drama queen.

he says, his voice laced with a kind of venom you haven’t heard directed at you yet, “well if you think i put no effort into our relationship, even though i am trying my best to prioritize you, if i’m not good enough than we might as well break up!”

it baffles you that he would say that, but you double down, “fine!” you shout as you leave the room.

shit. he did not mean to say that. it just kind of came out. he didn’t even mean it, why would he want to break up? you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, why would he even insinuate that breaking up is wha you should do?

“wait!” he says, chasing after you. he gets a hold of your arm as you’re about to lock yourself in your room. you look up at him with those pretty, teary eyes, and his heart shatters, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean that. please, let’s just talk like adults.”

after a moment of gathering your thoughts, you respond, “say it again, so i know you didn’t mean it,” you whisper, “tell me you didn’t mean it.”

he nods, biting his lip nervously, “i didn’t mean what i said. i don’t want to break up because i don’t know what i would do without you. so please stay with me.”

zhang hao

“why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, all of a sudden. you weren’t entirely ignoring him, but in truth, you were kind of giving him the cold shoulder.

“what do you mean?” you ask back, playing dumb. it just makes him more nervous and frustrated.

“don’t act like-!” he’s about to start, before sighing and rubbing his temples with his hand, “please, my love, i am so confused, i don’t know what happened and i just want to know what is going on,” he frowns, desperate just to get a decent response.

what happened was that he had forgotten about a date. it was so uncharacteristic of him, but he was busy and tired and he hasn’t even realized even now that he forgot something so important.

still, you don’t answer. he sighs, “fine, if you won’t talk to me, i’ll be in the other room.”

but after an hour, not even that long, he’s coming back out of his room to find you still in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea.

“hey,” he starts, “can i just ask you something?”

you hum in response. he gets nervous that you’re still going to ignore him, but then you reach into the cupboard for a second mug, for a second cup of tea. it gives him a glimmer of hope.

“i don’t know what i did, but if it’s serious enough to warrant… this.. i’m sorry, please don’t consider leaving. we can sort it out,” he whispers the last part. it leaves a considerable amount of tension in the air, as he throws out his biggest worries. please don’t go.

you finally respond as you hand him the second mug, talking softly, like you would talk to a toddler, “no more forgetting about our dates,” you murmur, and then it hits him. finally.

“oh my god! oh my god i’m so sorry!! i really didn’t remember! god why am i so dumb that i forgot our date? i’m so, so sorry,” he says exasperatedly, before looking back up at you.

even though it’s small, you’ve got that same adoring smile that makes his stomach do cartwheels and his ears bright red. he really couldn’t afford to lose you.

“make it up to me?” you ask, and he’ll do whatever you say.

sung hanbin

for the record, you were not cheating on hanbin. it was a misunderstanding. it was a text that was not meant for you, sent to you by accident from some unknown number while you were in the shower. he looked at it out of curiosity and now his insecurities have been eating away at him.

why would someone text them that? are they cheating? why? was he not good enough? what had he done wrong?

he hasn’t even brought it up to you, and you had no way of explaining yourself if you don’t know.

he was being extra nice today though. he made dinner for you when you came over to the dorm, he offered to rub your shoulders when you complained they were tense, he did all your dishes and didn’t once say something teasing or anything of the sort. he does all the things you like, being extra attentive and perfect tonight.

but it’s weird. he’s usually not this put together when it’s just you two. his hair is usually messier and his skin is bare and natural, yet tonight he looks particularly nice. he’s pretty all done-up like this, but it’s just so confusing as to why.

so you ask him. and he plays it off, trying to switch the topic, but after enough pressure, he tells you, “i just wanted to prove to you… that i’m good enough for you.”

“what made you think you’re not?”

he frowns, biting his lip anxiously, “i saw the texts on your phone. i’ll be a better boyfriend… so you don’t have to look elsewhere.”

“oh my god, hanbin- no, that’s not what’s happening at all! that was a wrong number. they meant to text someone else,” you say, almost frantically, reaching to grab his hand, “i swear i would never do that!”

and it all suddenly makes him feel so dumb. firstly, for not trusting you. and second, for thinking this whole time it was because he wasn’t good enough.

you cradle him close to you, like you were holding something delicate, and he rests his head in the crook of your neck. his tears stain the collar of your shirt.

seok matthew

“i think i’m gonna end things. it’s just not going very well, you know what i mean?” he hears you say, over the phone, to one of you friends he presumes. it makes him stop dead in his tracks, listening in, “no my partner’s not mean or bad at all! he’s actually really nice, but like… he can’t get anything done! like i can’t do everything, carry both of our weights.”

it makes his heart drop. sure he comes over too much that he should probably help more with chores or help you with whatever you need considering how hard you work. but did you really feel that way? why didn’t you come talk to him? were you really going to leave him?

when you leave your room to tell matthew ‘sorry, just had to call my friend about my partner for the big project-‘ the apartment is spotless. it’s tidy, there’s no dishes in the sink, the trash is taken out. it’s weird because it was not this clean 20 minutes ago. matthew is in the kitchen, cooking something, when you ask him.

“hey, did you clean up the apartment? it looks good,” you watch him out of the corner of your eye. why does he look so nervous?

“yeah, just thought i should pull my weight more around here,” he says. his voice is shaky, but you don’t say anything.

“well that sure is nice of you, but you don’t have to, matthew. i don’t mind cleaning myself,” you say, which contradicts what you had said earlier, but it’s fine. he assumes you’re trying to be nice.

not even a nickname though? you had to call him by his government name? this must be bad.

“really? i heard you talking with your friend on the phone,” he says. it’s almost reverse passive agressiveness, which is weird to think about.

“oh uh, yeah! i was gonna talk to you about that,” you say. oh boy, here it comes, “my partner for the big work project i was talking about is terrible! i gotta talk to my boss about it to see if i can get reassigned.”

he stops cutting vegetables for a moment to think about it all. to really take in what you just said.

you weren’t talking about him, you were talking about your work partner…

he chuckles to himself, smiling at how silly this all was, “oh yeah? that sucks, i hope you can get a new one, babe.”

he doesn’t see you smile because his back is turned to you, but he hears it in your voice, and he’s never been so relieved.

kim taerae

fighting with taerae sucks. he gets emotional so easily and any valid points you want to make go out the window because he’s crying and it doesn’t help to kick him when he’s down. he doesn’t do it intentionally, he just cries easily.

but when, for the fifth time this month, he’s forgotten about your dates because he’s been held up in practice and didn’t even bother to text, you tell him, “you might not be in a place to be in a relationship, taerae. you don’t ever have time for me anymore and i can’t put up with this forever. i don’t think this is working.”

and he sees his life flash before his eyes. he’s mortified of what you’re implying, “wait, no, please- please don’t say that!”

“it might before the best. i don’t want it either, but i can’t keep being let down,” you say.

he wants to respond, say all the things he knows you want to hear, it won’t happen again, i’ll be better, i’ll be the man you deserve. but he can’t promise it won’t happen again.

hours go by, and he knocks on your door. you let him in, and all he does is hug you, tightly. he’s gearing up for it to be the last time, “you know, you should leave me. i deserve it after not prioritizing you, but i love you so, so much,” he wipes the tears forming with his sleeve, “please don’t go. please. i’ll do anything for you to stay.”

and then he looks at you with those darling eyes. red from tears, you wipe them away as you cup his cheeks, “i’m happy that you’re chasing your dreams. i just want to be in them,” you tell him. he smiles sadly, letting out an exhale like he just dodged a bullet, “it’s okay, baby. just breathe.”

ricky

“i think we should break up,” you say. no chance for a miscommunication there. heard loud and clear.

ricky puts down his phone as he looks up at you, still clearly trying to process what you had said so suddenly, “okay.. and why do you want to do that?”

“i just think that i need some space. i’ve been going through so much lately and i think i’m not in a spot to be in a relationship right now. i think you deserve better,” you say.

it had definitely been a difficult few months because of stuff in your personal life and it felt wrong to shove all your problems onto your boyfriends plate when he was also a human being with feelings and emotions.

he stands up as he walks over to you, grabbing your hands in his and kissing your knuckles. you smile softly.

“first off, don’t say that i deserve better, because i only want you. and secondly, if that’s truly what you want, then okay. but if you’re only saying that to try and save me the trouble or the burden of being with you while you’re going through so much… i’m not going to let you do that,” he says, watching the tears start to prick at your eyes.

he pulls you closer so your head rests against him, feeling his pulse radiate through him as kind of like a constant reminder of him being there.

to him, being there for you is his purpose. you can’t push him away the second he has a chance to fulfill his calling.

“i know life is hard, my love, but you can’t push me away. i won’t let you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you, “there’s no going anywhere, you’re stuck with me.”

kim gyuvin

fake dating was supposed to make your life easier. after your last boyfriend (now ex) wouldn’t leave you alone, you did it so you would have a boyfriend to go on dates with so the world would think you were dating and leave you alone. you would have someone to scare off guys you didn’t like.

plus, he was in a similar situation, and wanted his ex to leave him alone. it worked.

until you told gyuvin that you wanted to end it. people weren’t bothering you anymore, and you felt like it was time.

part of it was because you were maybe getting too attached to him and knew if you stayed any longer, your fake relationship would get messy fast.

unfortunately, he was not going down without a fight, “what do you mean you wanna break up? why? what did i do?”

“nothing- but, i think this is getting kind of… weird. aren’t we not supposed to be really dating? our relationship just existed so that people wouldn’t bother us, right? so now no one is bothering us anymore. i think we’re in the clear,” you explain, but he just shakes his head.

“we’re in the clear because we’re in the relationship! it’ll go back to how it was if we break up!” he says. sure, he has a point. you just wish he’d let it go so your feelings didn’t get exposed.

“i just think it’s best if we stop fake dating,” you say, but he rolls his eyes.

“okay fine, you wanna break up our fake relationship? fine, on one condition,” he looks you in the eye, grabbing your hand. all of a sudden, he looks dead serious, “we have a real relationship. no more fake dating. just dating. not pretend anymore.”

it leaves you kind of speechless.

so he continues, “if there’s even a small part of you that likes me back, give me a try… because if i’m being honest, i haven’t been faking it for a while now.”

park gunwook

you and gyuvin were introduced to each other through gunwook, and, if he’s being honest, he regrets introducing you guys. you clicked immediately, in the same way you did not with gunwook.

you and gunwook initially butted heads, an academic rivals to lovers story, but once gunwook started upping the cuteness, you were won over. your personalities clashed a bit at the beginning, but it was worth it because now he is the most adorable, amazing boyfriend ever. his only flaw is that he’s jealous of the fact that you and his close friend are friends.

gyuvin is stupid easy to like, and he’s so naturally charming that gunwook can’t blame you for taking a liking to him. it just stings because, while he knows you’re loyal, gyuvin makes you laugh a little harder than gunwook can. it hurts his ego a bit.

so he asks you about it, “do you like gyuvin more than me?” he’s a little blunt, but he can’t help it.

“no? why would you ask that?” you ask in return, baffled by his sudden question.

“well you always laugh so much when he makes jokes like he’s so funny, you know i can be funny too!” he exclaims, he’s so expressive in all his movements.

but you just laugh at his jealousy, because it’s honestly adorable, “sure, gyuvin’s funny, but does he have your cute face?”

“…no,” gunwook pouts as you ruffle his hair.

“and does he have your cute smile? and is he crazy smart? does he quote philosophers like a nerd?” you ask, watching gunwook’s face go red, especially his ears, “that’s right. that’s why i’m with you, baby. i like you. don’t worry about him. i’m with you for a reason.”

han yujin

“what do you mean you want to break up?” he asks. he’s never had to take the question seriously before. break up? you guys were perfect for each other.

“i just… i think it’s best if we both moved on. you’re getting really busy with training and your debut, what if you get too busy for me?” you say. it’s not that you wanted to, but yujin is already missing school and skipping out on big plans you’ve been wanting to make because he’s got too much going on.

“i guess it’ll be hard, but i’ll make time for you! i promise!” he says.

“you have to put your dream first, yujin. i’ll still be here when you’ve achieved it. maybe in the future we can try again, when you’ve settled into your group more,” you tell him as he reaches for one of your hands, holding it in both of his, “you’ll be able to make time for me. we can be together then.”

“no, i- i want to be with you now because… no matter how much i want to debut..” he whispers, kissing the back of your hand, and holding it tightly, “staying with you is my dream.”

[lilacgyuvin]

STARGAZING! ━☆ﾟ.* a jiwoong x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS: in order to pass a class of his, kim jiwoong has to complete any volunteer work of his choice and document it. he ultimately gets stuck tutoring a high schooler, and he dreads starting— until he comes to meet his older sister.

starring ★ kim jiwoong, 7/9 of zb1, eunseok and shotaro of riize

warnings: kys jokes, fighting, cursing, kinda inexperienced!reader, a toxic ex, themes of manipulation/gaslighting (chapters including these themes will be prefaced as such), you can ignore timestamps!!

NOTE: this series is inspired by @i520u ‘s smaus!! they honestly helped revamp my love for writing, pls go check out their work!!

psa: this is fiction. how the ppl in this story act/interact is not how i perceive them to act irl, this is not meant to tear down anyone’s image!! also i don’t own any of the people that appear in here.

ask 2 be added 2 the taglist! ☆ﾟ

★ gunwook shooters | hags + gyuvin

table of contents ━☆ﾟ.*

chp. 1: passenger princesses

chp. 2 : beautiful stranger

chp. 3: her name

chp. 4: dni

chp. 5: fb

chp. 6: unspoken plans

chp. 7: collab

chp. 8: movie theatre popcorn

[illgiveyoueveryfirst]

zb1 after you ask if you can wear their clothes/sweater

wearing the zb1 members' clothes

genre: fluff/platonic/suggestive

warnings: none

a/n: i've never tried a short writing style like this before so let me know what you think!

masterlist

Jiwoong

So you two just started dating when he stays at your place overnight for the first time. As he walks out the door the next day, you notice that he forgot the t-shirt he slept in on your bed. You grab your phone to text him to come back and get it but before you press send, you come up with an idea. The next time you meet, you show up wearing his shirt instead. When he sees you stepping out of the bus, he smiles and shakes his head, "So that's where my shirt went." What he won't admit is that he thought you wearing his clothes would be really cute but he didn't know how to bring it up to you. So instead he left his shirt there on purpose in the hopes that you would wear it.

You've had a crush on your classmate Hao for ages but dude is really bad at catching hints whenever you try to flirt with him. One day you compliment him on one of his hoodies and ask if you could maybe borrow it cause it's your favourite of his. Instead of reading the room, he says that if you like it so much, he can show you where he got it from so you can get it yourself. One of your mutual friends finally has enough and blurts, "Bro, you could probably propose to him and he would still think it's platonic." That's when he finally realises that you've been flirting with him and, after some proper dates, you end up getting together. As a six months anniversary gift he gets the two of you cute matching hoodies, which all your friends think is cringe but neither of you cares.

Zhang Hao

Hanbin

When you invite him to hang out with you, he tells you that he's so busy lately that he can't come. But he still wants to spend time with you so he asks if you wanna accompany him to a dance practice instead. Watching them dance is fun but after some time you get bored just sitting on the side. You see his sweater that he tossed in the corner after getting too hot and decide to tease him a little by stealing it and putting it on yourself. He doesn't notice at first cause he's so focused on his practice but when he notices, he laughs and tells you how cute you look in it. Probably comes over to squish your cheeks and baby you. You still get scolded for taking it without permission but it's all just jokes because he secretly thinks it looks really cute on you.

Matthew

You and him are out on a date at a café which is much fuller than you expected and the last free tables are in the outside area. It's also much colder than what you're dressed for since you were expecting your date to be inside. After seeing you shiver, Matthew offers you his jacket but you refuse at first saying it's not that cold (liar). He insists until you eventually accept it and he gets to wrap his warm jacket around you. In the end you're glad he insisted because it really helps and you're actually able to enjoy your date. Matthew feels a huge sense of pride seeing you in his jacket cause it makes him feel all boyfriend. He probably tells you you look like his cutieful angel in it cause he's weird like that lmao.

Taerae

While on a car ride together on the way to a karaoke night with friends, the car in front abruptly stops causing him to hit the breaks quite harshly. He instinctively puts his arm in front of you. You're fine but the water bottle you were taking a sip from in that exact moment spills all over your pants. Fortunately for you, Taerae keeps a change of clothes in his car. Unfortunately for you, the only pants available are a colourful messy pair of sweatpants that really clash with the rest of your otherwise kinda fancy black outfit. Your friends all (affectionately) laugh when they see you but after explaining the backstory, it becomes the highlight of the night. Inside jokes about it are brought up even months later and it becomes a happy memory.

Ricky

Dude owns way too many dress up shirts and button ups so one time when you're getting ready for a date, you ask if you can wear one of them tonight. "I just wanna look as fancy as you do all the time." He tells you that you always look perfect just the way you are (what a flirt smh). "But if you wanna dress fancy, maybe we can try on some outfits together." After seeing you change in and out of some of his clothes, he has something else on his mind. "You know what? Maybe you would look best in no clothes at all." Date night is cancelled, y'all are staying home if you know what I mean.

Gyuvin

You're in the kitchen trying to get some snacks from a shelf after the two of you decide to watch a movie together. Regardless of how tall you are, gyuvin probably put them up way too high for you to reach I have a thing for gyuvin's height okay this is gonna come up a lot. When he sees you trying to climb the counter to reach it, he offers to help "since you're too tiny to reach it". You get defensive and tell him youre not that short but all he replies with is "Are you kidding? You'd probably drown in one of my hoodies." "No, I wouldn't, you're not that much taller." Instead of arguing back, he gets one of his hoodies and asks you to put it on to prove his point. Oh, you're definitely drowning in it but it's okay cause he finds it really cute and hugs you tight in it. You try to be mad at him but he's way too adorable and you end up having a big hoodie cuddle session during the movie.

Gunwook

You don't even have to ask for his clothes because he will offer his hoodie/jacket/etc every available chance whether you're dating or not. Just a constant stream of "Are you cold? Do you want my hoodie?" or "Are you sure you don't want my scarf?" He pretends he doesn't need them because he's "not even that cold". He's definitely cold but will never admit it and tries real hard to hide his shivering from you so you don't refuse his offers. You notice it anyway but don't say anything because you know it's his way of showing he cares. we love a respectful man

Yujin

This may just be a stereotype because he's young but I don't think he's ever properly dated before. So when you tell him you love the way he smells, he gets all flustered and happy. Like huge smile on his face and all. Then one day he gets an idea after you tell him you wish you could fall asleep next to him every night. From there on he always brings an extra shirt to change into when he visits you so he can give you the shirt he wore all day and you can fall asleep with it in your arms every night.

[aziy]

CINNAMON ROLL

⸺ "Matthew é completamente apaixonado por rolinhos de canela, não é à toa que ele use melhor charme para fazer o namorado entender que pão é janta sim." ÚNICO: Sem rabanetes e cenoura, então?

[mykoreanlove]

I loved your angst Jackson scenarios, can you do one with BM from Kard where his partner wants to break up with him but he's trying to prevent it but fails? Could be because he cheated or wasn't giving enough attention to them

Pleeeeaase and thank you

hey anon, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories - that means the world to me :)

you are the first request I ever had (yeyyyy) so I hope you like the story I came up with.

all the love xo

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BAGGAGE

“Where does this train even go?”, he mumbled under his breath.

Head tilted; he was watching the worldly scenery vanish quickly in front of him. He found comfort in the rapid change outside as his thoughts were racing equally hasty. He hadn’t heard from you in weeks but still he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He composed the memories of you the same way he composed his songs.

First, he imagined your breathtaking visuals: your bright eyes, your cute nose and sensuous lips. Then, he added the sounds of your cute laughter and silent gasps. And lastly, he imagined you saying the most beautiful words: I love you, Matthew. I can’t picture my life without you, you’re all I need. Thinking of you like that always filled his heart with the utmost love. The warm fuzzy feeling spread through his whole body, leaving him happy and fulfilled. That tender feeling didn’t last long though, as the most recent memories clouded his mind too soon. What started out as the loveliest tune turned into the most caustic remix. Now he saw your tearful eyes and worried frowns, heard your desperate screams and spiteful words and listened to you breaking up with him. Those warm and fuzzy feelings turned icy, numbing his whole body.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, I miss her so much. What should I do?”, he muttered silently. Once again, he grabbed his phone and opened your chat. Your picture was still there. He felt the relief as he realized you had not deleted his number – maybe you missed him, too? Maybe you were looking at your phone and hoping for him to text you, too? Hyped up by his delusional fantasies he decided to text you.

Y/N… I miss you.

Eyes glued to his phone, not daring to even blink. His throat was dry, hands jittery and stomach tied into a knot. “She will answer, won’t she?” He gasped as he saw you typing. By now his heart was beating as fast as the train was going.

I miss you, too.

His eyes lit up as he processed those words.

You do?

Of course, I do. I think about you all the damn time.

Are you serious?

Yes. You wouldn’t believe how often I picked up my phone just to text you.

Yet you didn’t…

Yeah, I decided it was better not to.

Why?

I don’t know, I just felt like it wasn’t right.

It didn’t feel right? Texting me didn’t feel right?

He felt his blood boiling up again.

Yeah, to be honest I didn’t feel like you treated me well, so I backed off.

Oh, that’s funny of you to say. I felt the exact same way.

You did?

Yeah.. I really struggled those past few weeks.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, Matthew.

Why did you though?

Do you want me to be honest?

He had to think about that for a while. Did he want your honesty? BM often thought about the possible downfalls of your relationship. Did he spend too much time on his music? Did he spend too much time in the gym? Did he not make you feel loved? Did he not please you sexually? Was there someone else? He ruminated on all those questions countless times and never found an answer. So maybe it was time to finally reveal the truth.

Yes please.

When I first met you, I was head over heels in love with you. I know this sounds cliché but it’s true. I never met someone like you before. You showed me parts of you that I adored so much, and you also showed me new sides of myself that I got to love as well. I loved spending time with you. We always had a great time, didn’t we? Kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you, fucking you, talking about serious stuff with you – that all felt so comfortable. I knew that I didn’t want to be in a relationship when I met you but given the nature of all this, I changed my mind about it.

BM scoffed as he read the last sentence; the hurt of you dumping him still deeply ingrained in his heart.

You changed your mind about it? And yet you threw me away like I was garbage?

I can see why you would feel that way. But don’t you think you dumped me first?

NO?!

BM never had a heart attack, but this had to be it. What was that supposed to mean? “How the hell did I dump you first? I’ve been crying for weeks because you left me and now you have the guts to tell me I did that to myself?”, he was furious.

What the fuck do you mean?

Matthew.. Don‘t you think that you broke us up yourself?

Are you serious right now? No. No, I don‘t think that. At all. You abandoned me!!

You abandoned me long before I did. Has that ever occurred to you?

Well, enlighten me please, how did I do that, huh?

Weren’t you the one that decided that this relationship, this thing between us, could not work? Weren’t you the one that decided that it was doomed from the start? Weren’t you the one that declared that I was going to break your heart?

For a moment he forgot how to breathe. He stared at the screen, unable to answer, unable to process what was happening.

Weren’t you the one that got so much into your head and focused on your fears? Weren’t you the one that was dead set on me hurting you? Weren’t you the one distancing yourself because you were afraid?

Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.

Weren’t you the one that was convinced that I wasn’t serious about you? Weren’t you the one thinking that I must be fucking dudes on the side and only be toying with you? Weren’t you so sure about me being an easy girl that simply fucks around? Did you honestly think I would not notice this?

By now it was hard to read the messages, tears completely clouding his vision. “I never said that to her, what the fuck. It’s… it’s like she saw right through me. She saw what I was thinking about her, about us. How is that possible? How did she grasp my fears like that?”

Y/N

I-

Matthew, I wanted to love you. I wanted to stay by your side and build this beautiful connection I thought we shared. But you painted me as the bad guy. You made me into this menace that only used you for sex. You saw me as someone taking advantage of you and that irked me. I got so disgusted by you, that’s why I left. It felt unfair – you took my beautiful love and turned it into something so ugly. What does that say about you?

BM wiped away his tears, pulling his black beanie further down. Shame was flooding his whole body now. He asked for honesty, and he got it, all of this was true. What kind of person was he? Why the fuck did he always assume the worst? Why was he always sabotaging love? Deep down he knew why but he never had the courage to share his dark fears with others. Would it have been different if he had shared it with you? He started typing his reply to you, being totally honest and transparent for a change.

Y/N, you are right. About everything. I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you like that. I don’t know why I can’t stop doing that. I guess I’m just fucked up. I made horrible experiences in the past and got hurt, badly. I know I shouldn’t compare you to the girls I dated back then, honestly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to as they wouldn’t stand a chance. But the hurt they ingrained in me still lingers and that’s why I did that. I was afraid that you would break my heart. I was afraid that you would turn out like they did. I was afraid that this was too good to be true. And by fearing all that I created a monster. Out of myself and out of you. I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Deep down I know how wonderful you are – that’s the reason I fell in love with you. My fear made me see things that were not there and by doing that I pushed you away. I get that now. I guess you're right – I did abandon you first, even if it was only in my mind. But somehow you caught on to that and now you’re-

BM’s breath got stuck in his lungs as he noticed your picture disappearing. He didn’t have the chance to finish his side of the story as you finished it for him. “Gone”, was the last word he muttered before he deleted his whole paragraph and put away his phone. He stared out of the window again, lost in thought, wondering if he could ever change.

[bep1erfics]

how would zb1 help you while studying for your exams- hyungline 🤍

requested by: anonymous 🍥

p.s i’m sorry i’ve been inactive! here’s a little gift i’m so sorry 😭

zhanghao:

looking at your distressed face, zhanghao could tell that you needed some words of encouragement as studying for exams wasn’t the most ideal thing to be doing on your precious weekend.

- he would come over to check up on your often, rubbing your back and reassured you, as you were anxious about your exams

- if he could, he would help you note things down and told you key facts/information on the subject(s) you were studying for

- at the end of your study session, zhanghao would prepare a hot chocolate and put on your favourite movies, letting you rest your head on his chest

hanbin:

as hanbin was helping out at his mom’s café, you decided to tag along as your exams were in two days. that way the calming atmosphere would help you concentrate more than you would at home

- unpacking your bags, hanbin places a cappuccino on on your desk, giving you the biggest & flashiest smile you could dream of

- as you started to unwind, your hands started to shake due to being overwhelmed by the amount of assignments you had to catch up on while still having to study for your upcoming exams

- keeping a close eye on you, hanbin walks over and puts his arm around your shoulders, asking if you were okay

- in the end, hanbin ended up spending majority of his time helping you study. even though he was by your side hanbin still helped out at the café, serving customers which made your day a little brighter

matthew:

“what’s wrong babe”

- matthew tried telling you about his crazy stories for the 50th time but you’ve just had it. usually you weren’t this grumpy, but the stress from studying finally got to you.

- “can you shut up for a second? i’m busy, leave me alone” you respond, harshly. buying your tongue, you realised you had hurt him deeply as his eyes turned downwards and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

- after your small argument with matthew, you lost focus even more after overthinking the whole situation once again, screwing your relationship up. one flaw you had was you always took your anger and stress out on people which is what you needed to work on.

- sighing, you stood up from your study spot and found matthew looking anxious on the couch. to make things right again, you immediately apologised and hugged matthew tightly, telling him you were just overwhelmed from studying.

- he then walked with you to your room where he gladly volunteered to help you. but, instead of helping you he literally doodled random pokémon on your papers…

jiwoong:

“ahh i know this one”

- jiwoong and yourself sat down, trying to figure out the answer to this stupid question you’ve been working on for what seemed like hours. jiwoong tried his hardest, but he would just mention that he ‘knew’ the answer but was in fact struggling as hard as you were.

- you two eventually gave up and moved on to the next answers until you took a break and spread yourself out on the couch, pigging out. little did you know, you fell asleep right away after being so exhausted for hours.

- jiwoong smiled at your restless body, kissing your forehead before deciding to move you upstairs to your shared bedroom. with his strong + muscular build, he grabbed you and carried your body up the stairs with ease.

- let’s just say, this study session turned out to be a 5 hour nap as jiwoong plopped himself on the other side of the bed, falling fast asleep. what a productive evening.

[bp-zb1fics]

can I request zihao x slightly older reader (by a year or two) university au where the reader courts him instead because they know zihao reciprocates their feelings but is too shy to make a move? I don't mind if it's gender neutral or female reader. whatever you're comfortable with <3

Sunbaenim~

pairing: dance major wang zihao x film major sunbae reader

pronouns: none used

genre: university au on some crack (same verse as perils of asking) , fluff, humor

tw/tags: some pining, flirting, reader is older than zihao by a year, honorifics, etiquette, a lot of bowing, pray for zhang hao, chaos, kinda slow burn idk, zihao tries his best in korean, mentions of alcohol, cafe date, feeding each other, for plot purposes reader has lived in korea for a long time but you can pretend whether they're from there or moved from overseas!

wc: 3132

summary: you’re wondering why the cute boy from the dance studio hasn’t asked you out. well, guess you'll have to ask him first~

a/n thanks for requesting our underrated dance king wang zihao, man was really robbed of screentime. i kind of experiment with the first part, jumping between povs without any line breaks and then kinda gave up, idk if that worked well lol. zihao's language struggles are canon, literally same ~ also! i'm not an expert in korean hierarchy rules and dating culture, this is based on the fair bit of studying i did + dating experience + research so if anyone knows better, please feel free to point out any inaccuracies!

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He’s looking at you again. 

You can see him from the corner where you set up your tripod. Practice is about to begin, dancers scattered across the studio all warming up and not minding you. (I mean, they’re not supposed to). Only him. You catch his eyes. His face flushes and he drops into a bow before falling back into his own stretches. But every so often, his eyes will flick back to you, usually too quick for you to catch them.

It’s almost a routine at this point, a silent ritual you share with the cute boy who dances so powerfully. 

Maybe you’re biased but more often than not, you find yourself pointing your handheld camera in his direction. You’re not looking at him the way he looks at you. Rather, you watch through the screen, while you’re editing and cataloguing footage. He’s easy to watch. 

Sometimes, while you’re packing up, you’ll hear a soft “sunbaenim?” You turn around and he’s standing there. His cheeks are still flushed from practice when he politely asks you for the videos you took of him. It’s not uncommon. You send the full practice videos you take to the dance teachers in exchange for them letting you film. But every so often, students will come up and ask if you have any closer footage of them, wanting to monitor themselves.

He never questions why the videos you send to him are so close up, almost always individually shot footage that has him in the centre of the frame. No, he just bows, thanks you again and leaves, shooting you once last backward glance before he walks out of the studio.

It’s not that Zihao doesn’t want to talk to you.

If anything, he’s wanted to talk to you ever since you started coming to his class. He still remembers the teacher introducing you as a film masters student and saying that you’ve been at the university longer than most of them, making you their sunbaenim. It was a respect thing, he understood. Similar etiquette around senior-junior relationships applied in China as well but he wasn’t as well adjusted to the nuances of the Korean rules

He only transferred about a year and a half ago when he was given the chance to finish his degree in this particularly prestigious program. While basic language skills got him through his mostly practical classes which a bunch of other international students like him were taking, social interactions were another challenge altogether.

“I don’t know what to do, ge.”

“Well you can always start by saying more than may I have the close up choreography videos, sunbaenim? Honestly, I teach you how to say one thing Zihao, and that’s all you can say.”

The younger boy pouts. Zhang Hao had been a literal lifesaver when he had transferred. And well, up until now. They had met at the foreign student society, the older boy had also been at the university for awhile, now studying a masters degree as well. And he spoke excellent Korean, Zihao’s favourite, albeit somewhat reluctant, teacher and translator.

“Ge! You know I can’t speak Korean when I get nervous.”

“You can Zihao, you’re just scared of messing up.”

“Exactly! I can’t mess up with them, ge, they might think I’m weird or something.”

“Zihao. They’ve literally caught you staring at them, multiple times. If they don’t find that weird, then I think you could literally say anything and they’ll just be happy that you’re trying to talk with them. And if they find it weird, then I don’t think you’ll need to understand Korean to get it.”

Zhang Hao made good points. Zihao kinda wished he didn’t. 

Meanwhile, you’re in the middle of your own crisis.

“I just don’t get it,” you say as you comb through your footage. “We’ve had this thing going on for weeks. Why hasn’t he asked me out yet? Or you know, at least said something more than asking for the choreo videos? You know, maybe I’ve been reading all of this wrong, maybe he’s not into me at all. Maybe he’s just interested in cameras or something.” 

Jiwoong hums. You’ve known each other for awhile, having started masters at the same time which made you colleagues even if he was two years your senior. He was an acting major, your classes often worked together.

“From what you’ve been telling me, I think the kid’s just shy, not uninterested.”

“You think?”

You’re editing yet another clip of him, the energy he exudes is just mesmerising. Once again, you’re not biased. The master’s thesis project you were working on centred around capturing the dynamics of body movement and that’s exactly what you were doing.

Jiwoong peeks over your shoulder.

“I think you should ask him out. Or you know, at least make the first move. You’re the sunbaenim after all.”

While he can be a little dumb, Kim Jiwoong makes good points sometimes. You kinda wish now wasn’t one of those times. But what the hell, you’ll give it a shot. 

And if it goes to hell, then you’ll take a shot. Or twenty.

Maybe Zihao should have taken something to make the conversation he’s going to attempt to have easier.

No, he doesn’t mean alcohol, though a bit of liquid courage didn’t sound like a bad idea either. Maybe offering you a hot pack for the cold weather outside or even a little snack would be a nice gesture, start him off on the right foot to talk about something simple like the weather or if you’ve eaten.

Unfortunately, Zihao has neither of those things and therefore, no easy conversation starters. The only thing he has as he walks towards you after class is sheer determination and a voice at the back of his head that sounds vaguely like Zhang Hao telling him to go for it.

“Closeup choreography videos?” You ask before he does, metaphorically pulling the imaginary rug from under him. Whatever half-assed thing he was planning to say promptly disappears from his brain.

“Uh..uhm…yes!” Great, Zihao. Actually no, not great. 

“Sunbaenim! Yes sunbaenim, thank you!” He adds belatedly, wincing as he bows in apology.

When he finally looks up, you don’t seem mad at him for forgetting the honorific. Rather,there’s a small smile on your face as you send him the videos.

“You dance really well by the way. I always have a fun time filming you.” You say as Zihao is about to thank you for the videos. Ah, there goes the rug again. 

“I like your videos.” He manages. I like you. No Zihao, stop. “You do them very good.”

Yeah he definitely needs to work on his Korean. And on being less nervous, maybe, but he’s not sure if he can do anything about that.

“Oh thank you,” You smile even more and his heart really won’t stop jumping. “I hope so.”

He watches as you place the last of your filming equipment into the large bag you bring everytime you come to the studio. Ah, there’s an idea.

“Can I…” You look at him and really, why is he so nervous? “Do you need help with…?”

He gestures at the bag, the exact Korean words escaping him again.

“Oh my bag?”

“Yes! Your bag!....sunbaenim.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you say and Zihao feels his enthusiasm dampen just a little bit. You pause before saying:

“We should talk more. I can text you if that’s okay?”

It takes Zihao a few seconds to translate that and a few more for the meaning of it to sink in.

“Ah yes! It’s okay!”

Maybe he’s a little too enthusiastic now but you don’t seem to mind, the corners of your mouth quirking upward.

“Okay, please wait for my message. I’ll get going first, see you Zihao!”

He waves back and just like that, you’re gone and maybe Zihao’s smiling a little too much but he doesn’t care. He did it. He actually talked to you. And you want to text him which means you want to talk more. The dancer practically bounces out of the studio, reaching for his phone when another thought dawns on him.

Speaking a language was one thing. Texting was a whole other. What if you used abbreviations or slangs that he didn’t know? Are there rules? How long should he wait before replying back?

Zihao moves on auto-pilot, dialling the number and not even waiting for the other person to speak when the call picks up.

“Hao-ge!”

“Aiya, what do you want from me now?”

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“He looked so surprised when I complimented his dancing. I think he got nervous, the way he speaks is so cute. I wonder if I had that much trouble speaking when I first moved here. And he offered to carry my bag, I mean, how sweet is that? Like, I really thought he’d be weirded out when I asked if I could text him out of nowhere but he looked so happy about it….”

Jiwoong just keeps nodding as you ramble about the progress you’ve made with Zihao. Well, it’s one extended conversation but progress is progress. Your phone chimes and you literally stop everything you’re doing to open it. Your friend watches as your expression turns fond. You eagerly type back a response, send it and go back to your laptop, just a little more chipper than before if that’s even possible.

“So I take that everything is going well?”

“Mhmm, we’re hanging out after his next class where I’m scheduled to be filming. I asked if he wanted to get coffee at the cafe near his studio. My treat.”

“That sounds good, should I join as well?”

“Respectfully no, and even if you did, you should be paying for both of us as the eldest one.”

“Hmmph”

“Look, I know you think you’re cute but-”

“I know I’m cute. I mean come on, look at me.”

“Oh I’m looking and I’m not really seeing it, sorry.”

“Ah, I see how it is. I’m sorry I’m not a dancer with-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.”

Jiwoong finishes the sentence.

Zihao, on the other hand, is currently figuring out how to form a coherent sentence. Luckily he’s got help.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-”

“Matthew-ah, I love you but please don’t start.”

“Wait. So why are we gathered here today?”

Zhang Hao looked so done. No one was blaming him though. Zihao had bargained, begged and bribed the older boy for a crash course into the wonderful world that is Korean texting and well, dating etiquette. He did not want to mess this up. 

And because Zhang Hao is an angel and loves him very much, Zihao is now in the capable hands of Seok Matthew, vice president of the foreign student society and Sung Hanbin, the university’s mr. popular because he’s literally friends with everyone. His Hao-ge graciously agreed to preside over their session as the designated Zihao translator. And Kuanjui was there for moral support. Actually, Zihao didn’t know why he was here but he’ll take what he can get.

“I asked Hao-hyung for help.” He said, the nerves returning when they all look at him. “And he called you to teach me how to..how to…”

He doesn’t even need to look at Zhang Hao for help before the older one smoothly takes over. Wow, he is an angel.

“Zihao wants to learn how texting works because he’s finally talking to the person that’s been making him go 심쿵 for weeks”

“Yes!” Zihao adds enthusiastically before pausing. “...what does 심쿵 mean?”

“Wah, you used to be like that Hao-hyung.”

“Excuse me, I was not.”

“Oh true, hyung never asked for help when he didn’t understand something. He just looked it up, went home and studied another hundred vocabulary.”

Zhang Hao had a lot of patience but Zihao’s pushed his limits enough to see when the older boy begins to contemplate murder.

“Thank you in advance for your help, sunbaenims!” He says loudly, dropping into a low bow.

Kuanjui whistles from the corner he was stretching in. Zihao almost forgot he was there. 

“A little too low, Zihao, if you had straightened your back more, it would have been a perfect 90 degrees.”

“We’re the same age, Zihao-ssi.” Hanbin says kindly.

“Does vice president count as being his sunbaenim?” Matthew asks, now looking a little confused himself.

Zhang Hao just sighs very deeply. 

Regardless, Zihao learned a lot that day. Sung Hanbin is a very good teacher and Matthew has a lot of helpful tips on what he can do if he forgets a Korean word. Zhang Hao patiently translates everything he wants to say. And Kuanjui teaches him how to do a perfect 90 degree bow because why not?

*심쿵 [sim-kung/shim-koong] - when your heart races because of something/someone you find exciting/thrilling/shocking

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Texting Zihao is fun.

He seems to favour using those cute little emojis especially when you know he’s trying to describe something that he can’t seem to remember the word for in Korean. His texting slang is surprisingly on point, though it interchanges with very formal speech. Not that it bothers you obviously, it’s quite endearing.

And before you know it, you’re on your way to the dance studio, a little more excited than usual since you’ll be hanging out with Zihao after. You fall into your usual routine. Greeting the teacher, choosing a corner, setting up your tripod as the students file in. 

When he walks through the door, you give him a wave and he stops in his tracks. A pretty smile spreads across his face and he waves back before freezing and greeting the teacher and you with 90-degree bows. You stifle a laugh. Cute and respectful, literally everything you could want in a man.

Once class begins, you fall back into your roles. You’re professionals after all. 

“Ready to go?” You ask when he approaches you after, still in the middle of putting away your equipment.

“Ah, one moment? I…” He falters and gestures at his bag and then himself. “I fix my…in the…”

“No worries, I’ll wait for you.” You figured he might need a few minutes to freshen up. He rushes off and you take your time packing everything up. You fix your hair in the studio mirror and reapply lip balm, not wanting them chapped especially in the winter wind. Maybe you’ve dressed up a little nicer than you usually do, wearing one of your favourite sweaters since the colour compliments your skin.

You hear his footsteps approaching the studio. When he walks in, it’s you who needs to take a few seconds. Somehow, he’s managed to change from the rolled up sweats and t-shirts that he usually wears to class into a white turtleneck, denim jacket and jeans. It’s very boyfriend. He’s even got glasses, white frames perched on his nose. While you don’t know if they actually help him see better, they’re definitely not doing anything to help your poor heart.

“You look nice, very handsome~” you add playfully because honesty is the best policy.

His cheeks flush and this time you know it isn’t from dancing.

“Ah, thank you sunbaenim.” You swear that he gives you a one-over before saying, “you too.”

At this point, you should probably tell him that it’s okay to speak to you more casually. Though it might be difficult, you know, as a foreigner to adjust from formal to casual speech. And there’s something about the way he says sunbaenim that you find so endearing so you let it be. Maybe after the next date.

“May I help you with your bag?” He offers, just like the last time although the line seems more practised now.

“Ah, no it’s okay, really.” You tell him as you both begin to walk out of the studio. “It’s not that I don’t want to but the equipment inside is quite fragile so I just like to hold it myself so I don’t worry.”

“I’ll be careful?” he offers tentatively, really, his smile is so precious.

“Maybe next time.” You say which seems to satisfy him.

Talking with Zihao is just as fun as texting him, if not more.

He’s a little awkward but he listens so attentively when you talk. The gestures he falls back on when he can’t find a word and the way his face lights up when you find it for him, asking to hear it again and repeating after you.

The cafe is cosy. You ask him for his order and pretend not to see or hear him when he tries to pay. But you let him bring the pastries to your table, sitting across him tucked away in a little corner with plush seats, your legs nearly touching. It’s quiet for a moment, he’s looking down at his fingers with a shy smile and you? Well you’re looking at him.

“Shall we eat?”

“Ah, sunbaenim should go first.”

Even though you insist it’s fine, he still waits for you to take a bite before he tucks into his food. It’s good. The lychee cake you chose is not too sweet, the cream light and fluffy and just right. The sound you make must have been louder than you thought because Zihao’s eyes flick up to you immediately.

“It’s really good,” you tell him. Then, a slightly risky idea pops into your head. You take the risk.

“Do you want to try some?” 

You take a forkful and hold it up to him. He leans in without thinking, basically letting you feed him. The action must have clicked a moment later because he freezes mid-chew, looking at you with wide eyes as you giggle.

“It’s good right?”

He nods, swallowing. Then, he takes a forkful of his own pastry and offers it to you with another shy smile.

“Do you want to try, sunbaenim?” He parrots your words. 

Now, it’s your turn to fluster, not expecting your actions to be returned so directly. Still, you lean him and let him feed you as well. Flavours burst in your mouth and you let yourself express it to him, giving a thumbs-up.

The rest of your date goes similarly. Almost too well, you think. It’s arguably one of the best dates you’ve been on since you started university but maybe you’re biased, who knows?

“Let’s see each other again, yeah?”

If Zihao’s smile can get any wider, it definitely does, he nods so fast you’re worried he might strain his own neck.

“I want to see sunbaenim again~” He says cutely.

Maybe it’s a little too soon but you’re already thinking of confessing the feelings you both know are there next time. Maybe you’ll even try and hold his hand. Regardless, there’s no ending in this film where Wang Zihao doesn’t become your boyfriend.

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This all sounded way less ridiculous on paper.

Or, like, in an email.

When they were planning the room arrangements for this company trip, you'd thought it was no big deal to volunteer be placed in a mixed-gender room. There just wasn't the budget to put everyone separately, and not enough pre-planned pairs to make it work without mixing different branches together. It seemed like a simple courtesy to say that you'd be okay with someone from a different branch, and a different gender, if it came to all that.

But once you saw the final lineup, you knew you'd be in for it.

Not that you got a bad roommate, or anything. You've actually met him a few times before, and he's a cool guy. Very gentle, polite.

He's just also extremely hot.

You've never really registered exactly how hot, before. Over the three or four other conferences like this one, you've always been glued to your work bestie. But she transferred departments, and now here you are.

Here, at the open bar that the company set up in the hotel lounge, watching him chat with a group of people.

His suit jacket is long gone, his shirt unbuttoned by a few more inches than it was when he arrived this afternoon, showing a deep v of tanned, firm chest. His bleaches hair is starting to come out of its neatly-gelled part, strands falling into his face elegantly.

One of the women from the newest branch is wearing a little sash...it's her birthday, you assume, squinting over the rim of your glass at her. And it looks like he's in the process of buying her a drink for it.

If it was anyone else, you'd figure that they were trying to make a move, but Matthew Kim is just that nice. A little bit of a player, if memory serves, with the smooth talking and earnest extroversion, but a very sweet guy overall.

You lose track of your very hot roommate after a while.

Your boss finds you, and makes you participate in a very long toast to the success of the conference, and after that, Matthew is long gone.

It's not that birthday girl, because she's still here with her coworkers, but you assume (based on nothing, admittedly, nothing but looks) that maybe he's hunting somewhere else. He seems like he's the party type, anyway. Maybe he's going somewhere else for a second round. Who knows.

Conferences are supposed to be "fun," but you all do still have meetings in the morning. You've had about all the fun you're going to have, tonight.

You bid your coworkers a good night, and you retreat to your room.

You just want to get through this trip without anything embarrassing happening.

So, of course, you run into your very hot roommate at the elevator.

He's standing there, waiting, button already pressed, when you walk up, and he looks nothing but happy to see you.

"Oh, hey," he grins. "Goin' up?"

"I'm done for the night," you agree.

"Feel that. I wanna take a shower and crash."

You'd neglected to process, until this moment, that the two of you are sharing a shower, too.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," you find yourself saying, anyway.

The elevator arrives with a ding, and the two of you are quiet on the ride up. Both playing with your phones, and while your calm is completely forced, his seems natural.

You go to the room in companionable silence.

But once the door is unlocked, and the two of you go in, there is one glaring problem.

"That don't look like two doubles," Matthew says.

He's right. The room that you'd been promised, a double room with two beds, instead has one luxurious queen. Your privacy and his, assured by the HR people arranging this trip, are all but gone.

The only thing your traitorous brain can think, though, is that this situation isn't half bad.

"I'll call the front desk and see wassup," Matthew says, going for the room phone.

He puts the call on speaker.

"I'm so sorry, but we're fully booked. Unless you're able to switch with other members of your booking party, there's really nothing we can offer aside from compensation after the stay..."

The concierge sounds properly apologetic in corporate, and you can't blame them for this. It is what it is.

"That's gonna be more trouble, isn't it?" Matthew asks you.

"Yeah."

"Then we'll jus' figure it out," he decides.

Figure it out.

Okay.

Figuring it out turns out to mean Matthew taking a shower, and then you taking a shower, and then both of you standing on your respective sides of the bed. The energy is indescribable.

"You sure this is okay?" he asks.

You wonder what kind of face you're making, that makes him think he has to ask that.

"As long as you're okay, too," you say.

"Can I just..."

You nod, and he peels back the duvet and makes himself comfortable. There's something kind of intimate about joining him under the covers right away, so as casually as you can, you lay on top, instead.

He doesn't comment on it. Gracefully, he just rolls over to one side and gets back on his phone until you get comfortable.

And after you've wriggled yourself into a comfy spot, he asks you, "Did you have a good time?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, it was nice," you say. "Did you do birthday shots with what's-her-name from Chula Vista branch?"

Matthew laughs. "Just like...one."

You're not jealous, you're really not, but there's a very particular feeling under your skin that you can't shake.

"Nice."

"You coulda joined it."

You shrug. "Don't know her. It'd be weird."

"Nah."

You venture out on a limb. "I'm assuming there's no partner in the mix who's gonna get mad about you, like, buying birthday shots? And sleeping here?"

"No girlfriend," he affirms.

"A hunk like you?"

He laughs again.

The two of you aren't looking at each other, which is good, because you're audaciously embarrassed that that horrible sentence came out of your mouth. Either sentence, honestly. What business of yours is it, if he has a partner?

"Not much time," he says.

"Could have tried to bag that birthday girl," you joke.

"I think she's married," he muses. "Wouldn't be cool."

"Yeah, true."

Matthew turns to peer over his shoulder at you. "How 'bout you?"

"I'm not married," you say.

"I figured. But like...nobody back home?"

You've still been staring at your phone, until now. You glance at him.

"No."

You guys have eaten meals together maybe three times. You've gotten drunk together at least that many times. Your total time in his company is definitely less than one calendar day.

You've shared a bed, now, for about four minutes.

So the path from that to tugging Matthew on top of you and kissing him senseless is a little foggy.

He lets you, though. He laughs, a little, and he rolls easily into you, pulling the covers with him. They form a frustrating little barrier between the two of you, but that doesn't matter yet. You've got your arms around his neck, his hand planted in the mattress beside your shoulder, holding himself up as he curls around you and meets you inch for inch.

"S'goin' on?" he asks, sly.

Honesty is the best policy, you decide. "Anyone ever tell you you're super hot?"

"Maybe once or twice."

His words are cocky, but his smile is small and pleased, the genuine and slightly bashful expression of a guy who isn't used to being complimented like that.

"You should hear it more often, holy shit," you say.

He laughs again, louder.

"Would it be out of pocket to say that I'm curious what's under those lil pajamas?" he asks you.

You'd packed some demure and cozy sleepwear for this trip, normal t-shirt and long pajama pants. It seemed practical at the time, but now all you can think about is the sheer number of square inches of skin that are being cut off from touching Matthew, in his muscle tee and basketball shorts.

"You can be curious," you say. "Just depends if you're gonna do something about it."

"Ooh. You're kinda fun."

"I try."

You go for the hem of your own shirt, before he can. But he catches your wrist gently.

"Can I?"

"Of course. But you gotta make it fair," you tell him.

He strips off his own shirt before going for yours, and you're so transfixed by the sudden sight of his shredded torso - abs, pecs, lats, other things that you don't know the name of, scattered tattoos in thick ink - that you barely blink as he gets the garment off and flings it away to the room at large.

Your bottoms, and his, are lost just as quickly.

"I bet," Matthew says suddenly, halfway down your torso to do a little exploring below the waist. "Yo, I bet that the hotel staff did this on purpose."

"Did what?"

He smacks the mattress with one hand. "The bed."

You snort. "We were set up. Damn."

"Worked out kinda good for us, though."

"I'd say so."

Matthew continues his descent, telling you very seriously, "I hope these walls are kinda soundproof."

Oh, jeez. He's implying- "Why?"

"Cuz I think my boss is in the next room, and I really don't wanna have to explain this tomorrow."

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jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew

genre: smut, threesome, minors dni

pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader

about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)

this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end

┈•┈୨୧┈•┈ PART 1 HERE

The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, you’d have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment – away from all the members. But you’d insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns. 

While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also “made plans” to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him. 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

But how mad would Matthew be when you’re practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And he’s benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room. 

Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. He’s left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you don’t, you’re a good girl after all. However it’s becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked. 

“Jiwoong, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, he’s stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and you’re biting your lip so hard he thinks you’ll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesn’t do anything. Casually sipping his coffee “like I said, babe. If you want to be touched, you’re going to have to ask Matthew.”

And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthew’s room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoong’s room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.

“Mattchu-ah, I know you’ve been watching it’s okay, you don’t need to hide.”

Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. He’s never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules. 

“She’s requested you, and since you’re too scared to make a move – I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.” Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoong’s revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didn’t know he was being dead serious. 

He pushes the coffee aside, “first, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, you’ll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if you’ll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things you’re uncomfortable with?” Jiwoong asks nonchalantly. 

Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasn’t sure if this is a decision he should be making at all. 

“Matthew, if you want in, you’re gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise I’m more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.” Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly – catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him “Matt, please. It hurts…” 

With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye “okay understood, daffodil I got it.” Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room. 

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Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face. 

“Poor baby, I’m proud of you for holding off for so long”. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Matthew’s here baby, he wants to help you.” 

That was Matthew’s cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod – gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this – he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.

Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.

“Matt, please. Please please please” is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are – Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.

“Waited so long to touch you, so I’ll take my time.” You didn’t know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as you’re told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthew’s eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. You’re drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldn’t resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.

He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you don’t register the change in position until you feel Matthew’s hot tongue on your clit. 

The first few licks, gentle. He’s testing how you’ll react. You’re whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting “please” like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.

From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."

You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time – "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthew’s chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm. 

Matthew’s fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, “Y/n can you take more or are you done for the night?” Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthew’s flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.

You look down and find Matthew’s tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that you’re the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and he’s surprised too. While Matthew isn’t longer in length, he’s definitely girthier than what you’re used to. “Sir you’ve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.” You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. “F-fuck, y/n” he hisses. 

“Cmon baby, you’re the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, that’s the best you can do?” Jiwoong taunts. He’s right, you can do so much better. You didn’t plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him – taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need. 

“Y/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain – you’ll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that you’ll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows you’re trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows that’s your boundary. 

Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and that’s enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you –wanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, “Oh my god, do that again.” 

Then, Matthew remembers he’s not the only other person in the room. “Jiwoon hyung, you’re not going to join?”. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, you’re on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face – stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time.  

“Kiss me?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying “only good girls get kisses”. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. “You’ll take what daddy gives you” as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow. 

“Thank you daddy” you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.

It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. “Faster Matthew, she can take it” Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoong’s length. 

Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows you’re close. “Baby, are you gonna cum?” he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoong’s length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. That’s when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. “Shit. fuck.” he curses under his breath. Matthew’s body limps as he rests against the headboard. 

With that, Jiwoong calls it off. “Aww, looks like play time’s over for both of you” Jiwoong states.

Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. “Wait, but you’re still hard, let me make you feel good daddy” you protest, but he’s stern when he looks at you. “I said, play time’s over, princess.” 

Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. You’re mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain “but I didn’t get to cum for a second time...” Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, “I said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, he’s in no position to help”. 

He’s right by the way, Matthew looks spent. You’re used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthew’s endurance isn’t as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and he’s off to the shower. 

You’re left naked on Jiwoong’s bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasn’t said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. You’ve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoong’s close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would. 

He’s wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask “is something wrong, Jiwoong?”. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit “I think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldn’t stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...” he trails off. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, “well thank you for thinking of me, but you didn’t need to push through with it if you weren’t comfortable with it, woong.” 

“I know, I know. I just thought I wouldn’t be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.” Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesn’t. 

“Let’s talk about it some other time, woong. I think we’re both tired.” He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile. 

“For the record Jiwoong, you don’t have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.” He’s slightly surprised, and he’s hoping that his happiness doesn’t show too much as presses his lips against yours again – but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.

Jiwoong’s bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time. 

So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all. 

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A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way

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our last dance - synopsis

you, as the next in line in your family, are up to take the throne and rule your kingdom, zerose. you must find yourself a worthy partner before you may do so. your father, in all his weird antics, decides to throw a great party in your honor for you to meet 9 suitors the royal staff have decided are worthy enough to marry you. all of them either princes, royalty, or nobility in their own right. each with a small gift to offer when meeting you.

it is difficult to decide. they are all extremely charming, kind, worthy. even as some attempt to steal the spotlight, it is a hard choice to battle with. they are all deserving.

at this party, all suitors have been asked to give the royal in question a flower from their kingdom, representative of their persona. you hope to get close enough to all of them to make an informed decision on who you will prefer to spend the rest of your life with. what a major decision to make over just a couple meetings, but you suppose it must be done.

before the party begins, your father gives one suitor an advantage, a head-start, of meeting you. he doesn't give you a flower outright like the rest of the suitors. just a moment after you finish your dance with him, you find it in your hand after he had disappeared into the crowd. the flower replaces the feeling of his hand, but not the warmth that he had.

so when you step onto the floor where all are dancing for the final time, the flowers in your hand feel deceptively heavy. you find them a clear vase to be displayed in while you collect more.

so many of them catch your eye, from the one with the big dreams who talks to you so personably to the hopeless romantic who looks at you with the love only an old married couple would have. they are all so charming. and, thus, your impossible decision.

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How each member of ZB1 died

Note : Yunjin is not there as he is a child and I will never write for a minor. This is a piece of fiction only meant to be heartbreaking and sad. I do not want the members to know the same destiny as their fictionious personna. I am not glamorizing death. English is my second language. This is fiction !

Genre : Historical fictions. Just pain.

Warnings : death. Violent death. Blood. Knife. Fire. Drowning. Violence.

Please if you know that you are sensible to the topic of death do not read this.

Proceed with caution.

Kim Jiwoong : tortured to death (1801-1827)

Love, that’s what Kim Jiwoong died for.

He was the manservant of a powerful family and what a mistake that was to have fallen in love of their son.

Together they lived happily in the secret of their sheets, they talked about running to Scotland and finally live their love away from everyone, in the discreet countryhouse in a cottage. Yes thats what they wanted.

If only they had not being caught… In England the penalty for homosexuality was being hanged for the poor and decapitated for the rich. But the family of Seobin did not want for the word to get out, so they married him to a noble lady, hiding forever the secret behind closed doors.

What about Jiwoong ? They simply got rid of him.

Torturing him, making him suffer every atrocity that was possible before he took his last breath due to the pain he had been inflicted. Alone in a cold room lost away in the british countryside.

Zhang Hao : died at war (1899-1917)

The Great War. That was it was called on the batterfield, in the trenches.

Rain pouring down his face, Zhang Hao was thinking about his family, his home, is friends waiting for him. It had been since the beginning that Zhang Hao had been deployed, he had been lucky, he only had been injured lightly so far.

He had to say goodbye to some of his friends, some died at the battle, others died from their wounds. He was left alone, being at the head of so many people he could not count them on their fingers.

Another day, getting out of his little compartiment, saluting his soldiers, soon they would have to move, probably, doing an offensive and trying to win some meters in the ennemy side.

It was without counting on the germans, his helmet on his head, a deflagration resonated through his ears, a bomb had been deposated.

Fire, screams, dust.

The helmet had not been enough, the germans broke through their defense and without even understanding what was going on due to the rapidity of the offensive, a bullet was shot straight at his heart.

The man fell to his knees, in the mud. Putting a hand on his heart, he had one last look to the sky where he thought that at least he would get to meet his friends soon.

Sung Han Bin : stabbed by his best friend (1961-1982)

Loyalty and friendship had been the end of Han Bin.

Han Bin only really valued one thing in his life which was his friends, one of his bestfriend, Lee Hoatek, had a girlfriend and he was truly the happiest for the two of them.

Blinded by the friendhsip he felt for his bestfriend he did not understand when his girlfriend started to flirt with any him any chances she got. Han Bin only simply took that for friendship but his best friend had not been blind by that. He saw she way she looked at hiim and despised it.

Blinded by jealousy and by his own insecurities he never talked about it with Han Bin.

Until one final night, all together having a dinner, the girlfriend thought that Lee Hoatek was he in the kitchen and she played a move on it, on him. But the man saw and coming with the knife from the kitchen, looked at his girlfriend and best friend. And without a thought went to Han Bin and stabbed him.

The young man feel on the floor and with tears on his eyes he looked at his bestfriend, saying that he forgave him before taking his last breath.

Seok Matthew : died when he tried to save his wife from execution (1671-1693)

What Matthew loved the most in the world was his wife. They lived in a quiet village.. A quiet village until the first rumors of witchery came out.

The new came from Salem, it was one woman. Then, numbers kept on coming.

Both of the newlyweds thought they were safe, that those allegations would not come to their village, what they had not planned was from matthew’s wife of getting accused.

As so many other women, she had rejected the impropriate offer of a man, said man, a powerful one, in revenge he had taken the responsability to say that she was a witch and that she had to be burned.

Her trial had been quick without even a chance for her to defend herself, Matthew tried as well, in vain. They said that he too, had been seduced by the witch.

They had taken her to the public place of the village as well as two other woman, which had their own fire, as she was placed on her amount of wood before it was lighted up.

Matthew got his way out of the crowd, screaming pushing people out, trying to get to his wife, screaming her name at the top of his lungs.

The magistrate and his people went to him and they caught him but he was still pushing around. Without him even understanding he felt pain on his skull, someone punched him down. From the pain he fell on his knnes, feeling the warm blood on his neck, finally his face fell on the ground.

Matthew had his vision being blurred due to his own blood, he closed for the last time his eyes as he watched his wife being burned down, screaming in agony.

Kim Tae Rae : heart attack (1849-1869)

Kim Tae Rae was the kindest man on earth, the softest to have ever walked it.

His mom always had told him that he had a soft heart and that he had to take care of it, of himself.

It was a calm day for Tae Rae, an habitual one, waking up, taking his usual breakfast.

Taking his music sheets and installing himself before his piano forte before composing some songs. It was sudden the pain he felt in his chest that disturbed him.

Standing up he went fetch himself a cup of water. The pain kept being there, a part of him told him he should quickly leave and see a physician but the other part did not want to. He had to finish a piece for a play and it was urgent.

With his cup of wtaer the pain got tronger, he fell on the floor, holding his chest, breathing heavily. The pain kept getting stronger and finally he could not stand it anymore and finally closed his eyes.

Kim Gyuvin : death penalty (1950-1968)

Unlucky was the key word for Gyuvin.

Simply going home from his grocery shopping he saw a man getting stabbed in the street, he ran to him and made the agressor ran away before putting the knife in his hands. Running to the man on the floor he tried to make the blood stop but it was never stopping.

The police came and saw the tall man over the bloodied body. He was arrested and quickly had his trial, he defended himself, as best as he could, but the jury already had his opinion.

He was found guilty. His fate had been made, it would be the death penalty.

He waited for a few months before his exécution.

Gyuvin had been conducted to the electrocution room where he passed away.

Two months after it, the real agressor had been arrested and the evidence came on light : an innocent man had been executed.

Ricky : taken hostage and murdered (1979-1999)

Being the son of a billionaire had his perks. The money, the drinks, the houses. Ricky loved it, until he didn't. As he got taken hostage while he was out partying with his friends.

His eyes folded, hands behind his back, a tissue in his mouth to stop him from screaming.

His kidnappers wanted money, some millions, they were sure they would get it.

But Ricky's father did not move an inch, refusing to even give them one dollard. Pressure was getting stronger, money would never come...

They had to make a step, to get rid of him.

Sitting him on a chair, still folded, silent tears dripping on his face.

He heard the pulling from a gun, his breath was hatched, a deflagration resonated through the empty warehouse, he felt pain straight in his chest. Blood was falling from it. Coughing up blood, suffering, the kidnappers left him there before leaving in their car.

Ricky died alone, blidnfolded in a warehouse because his father did not love him enough to pay what they wanted.

Park Gunwook : drowned while saving a kid (1890-1907)

Gunwook was simply taking his way home from work.

A day at the factory, working and puttting stuff on shelves. Getting his salary to support his mom and siblings.

On the way home he went to the bakery, getting bread and treat for his family.

Happily going home, passing by the river, Gunwook heard a scream before seeing a kid being pushed down in the water accidentally by a person on his bike.

The kid didnt know how to swim, he was screaming for help, battling against the water. The water was stronger than him, the current of the water was too strong for him. Adults surrounding the scene called for help, for the police.

Gunwook did not wait a second before jumping down in the river swimming toward the kid, barely pulling him to the edge. One thing he did not plan was for the current to get stronger and to be stuck. Unable to swin back on the ground.

Battling against the water the last thing he saw was the kid being hugged by his mom. He wouldn’t be able to be hugged by his mom anymore.