#oneus ravn scenario

[idratree]

ONEUS getting head part 1

Warning: +18, blowjob, oral sex, dirty talk

this is just a fanfic so don't take it too seriously (inspiration credits @fluffytsukino1009)

RAVN

Squeeze your hair tightly with one of his hands while the other free hand brushes the loose strands from your face, his mouth was almost always open letting out low moans or with a wicked smile under his lips, also leaving his tongue in the corner of his mouth or biting his own lips, recording would be something he would most likely do, but if it weren't, his free hand would be in your hair at all times fixing it, would like to make you gag and look at the scene through a mirror.

"you're doing so well baby."

"you look so fucking good."

"you're such a good girl/boy huh?"

KEONHEE

he picks up your hair gently, caressing your strands cause he's afraid of hurting you or making you uncomfortable, he has long fingers so they tangle in the back precisely lightly squeezing but soon he returns with the caress on your hair, he is very vocal, his moans alternate between low and high as they are drawn out sound in a hoarse tone, he would push his hips and make you gag slightly, letting him chuckle and smirk.

"calm down, I don't want you to get hurt."

"fuck, that's right..."

"good job, baby."

LEEDO

he was combing your hair with his fingers, gripping it hard at the back, he was always trying to control his own moans but the ones that came out was deep and the few whispers sounded like growls, it would propel you to gag and followed by a giggle;

"swallow it for me my love"

"you like it huh?"

"I could spend hours looking at you likes this."

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

Price of Love (Ravn x Reader)

Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader (Reader wears a dress as disguise and gets called miss once but like it’s a disguise so... could still be gn)

Requested?: Yes

Genre: Mafia!au, slight angst ig

Trigger Warning!!: mentions of death, mentions of wounds (but no actual injuries in the story), fire

Summary: You’re on a heist to steal precious artwork together with your boss turned boyfriend, but he suddenly changes the plan and leaves you worrying for his safety.

Word Count: 1,528

A/N: Once again I am apologizing that it took mw so long to write this T.T

But like writing is a creative task and sometimes I’m just not creative enough... Anyway I finally made it yayy. Enjoy it :)

Also about the title idk how to name it so yeah they’re at an auction and in love so that was the best I could come up with, sorry -Admin J

As you walked through the entrance of the auction house, you instantly felt as if all eyes were on you.

The clothes you were using as a disguise made you feel uneasy. Usually, people in your line of work didn’t care for what you wore, it was more important if you were holding a loaded gun to their head or a knife to their throat.

But right now, the flowy black dress you were wearing to hide your silhouette, the blonde wig that was tightly secured with a scarf draped over your head and the pearls around your neck, made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Yet that was still better than exposing who you were to those rich snobs all around you.

“You’re looking pretty. Maybe we should have you wear a dress more often.” The teasing voice of your boss turned boyfriend rang through the earpiece that was hidden under your wig as soon as you sat down at one of the chairs of the auction hall.

As much as you wanted to talk back, you refrained from doing so, to not blow your cover. Looking around you found Ravn dressed up as one of the guards at the side of the stage that would soon present the items for the auction. You ignored the sly smirk on his lips as he watched you.

It wasn’t hard to remember the first time you had seen him smirk like that. You had been found guilty of stealing from a club that belonged to him. Begging on your knees, to stop him from killing you, you advertised yourself to him as best as possible. Saying that whatever dirty work he needed to have done, you’d do it without asking any questions.

And in these past years you did not only manage to earn his respect but also his love.

Which brought you to the current situation, an auction with the finest and most expensive art pieces from all over the world. To top it all off they would be presenting the most expensive diamond ring known to man, but Ravn had made it clear you were only here for the art.

He’s always had this fable for arts, which you couldn’t really understand, many of those drawings looked like the were made by kindergarteners, why would they be that expensive? But if you could make your boyfriend happy by stealing him an ugly but crazily expensive artwork, you’d do it anytime.

As the auction began with the first piece, you were having fun by bidding together with the rich people in the room. Of course, you had no intentions of actually buying any of the items, but it was fun to compete with the rich and push the price to unbelievable numbers.

Once in a while you could feel Ravn sneaking glances at you, to make sure you were doing fine. He was happy to see that you were enjoying toying with other bidders as he knew you weren’t very interested in art, he had feared you would get bored.

When they finally rolled in the last item of the auction after what felt like eternity, you couldn’t take your eyes off the diamond ring. It had been one of your biggest dreams to one day possess a ring like that. The way it made the whole room sparkle as the bright lights of the auction room illuminated it enchanted you.

So when the fire alarm started blaring through the building it ripped you out of your trance and you jumped a little, even if you knew about this plan all along. As the smell of fire and dark smoke spread panic arose, people were trying to storm out of the building as fast as possible the guards guided everyone out of the room to safety until only you were left in the room.

“Miss, you need to leave there’s a fire!” A guard came up behind you. “Oh, shut up!” You declared, knowing fully well it was Xion under that disguise. He laughed and nudged your shoulder as he walked by you to get the artwork from backstage. The auction house was trusting the guards to lock away the art pieces safely in the case of a fire, but there was one thing they weren’t aware of, they all had been replaced by Ravn’s workers.

“The van is at the back entrance; Ravn is getting the fake paintings right now. Put the real ones in this bag and bring them to the car. Tell Leedo to drive right away, Ravn and I will make sure this whole place is burning to the ground. We’ll meet you guys back at headquarters afterwards.” Xion explained as he handed you a bag.

You felt uneasy, this wasn’t the original plan, what happened to taking the paintings, replacing them with fake ones to make everyone think they burned and getting out of there as fast as possible? Why would the two of them stay here any longer than they must? But it wasn’t the right time to question their plan, if Ravn wanted it that way there was nothing you could do.

As you were walking to the bag door, clutching the bag of paintings tightly you actually met Ravn on your way. “Be careful!” You warned him, he was probably fully aware that you didn’t like his decision to stay here instead of coming back to HQ with you. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll see you in my office later. I have a surprise for you then.”

Before you could even question what he was talking about he was pressing his lips to yours. For a second the blaring fire alarm and the smell of smoke were completely forgotten as you melted into the kiss, after all there was a possibility, it would be your last. But as the heat in the building was rising, you became aware that you were actually in an actively burning building and it was best to leave, with that the two of you parted and went your ways.

Leedo was already waiting at the back entrance, just as Xion had said. The sliding door of the van open for you to jump right in. He seemed to be aware of the plan as he stepped on the gas before the door was even fully closed.

“Why are they staying there?” You asked Leedo as you climbed to the passenger seat of the van. His eyes were focused on the street as he shrugged. He didn’t know either, he was just following the orders Ravn had given.

~*~

Back at the headquarters people were cheering upon seeing you return with the bag full of paintings, usually you would be celebrating with them, but right now you didn’t feel like celebrating anything if Ravn wasn’t by your side. You walked straight to his office. Something in you was wishing that if you opened the door, he would be there waiting for you, but how was that possible. He couldn’t have gotten here quicker than you did. Especially since Leedo was Oneus’ fastest getaway driver.

Just like you thought, his office was empty. You put the bag of paintings down at his neatly organized desk before you let yourself fall back into his black leather chair. A sigh escaped your lips as you were on the verge of crying, you were trying to calm down by telling yourself he had survived so many dangerous situations. Every time he had escaped sometimes with gun wounds, stab wounds even broken bones, he said they were like scratches to him. But Fire? That was something completely different, he couldn’t control that or fight that.

You started pacing around the small office, letting your hand wander over the metal surfaces of his shelves to check for dust, just to distract yourself. Of course, there was no dust, his office was the place he treasured the most, so it had to be spotless.

You were standing with your back to the door as you heard it open, your whole body froze. It scared you, what if you turned around and it wasn’t Ravn standing there, but one of his men telling you he wouldn’t return.

“Y/N.” A breath escaped you that you didn’t even know you were holding. You couldn’t hold your tears anymore, they just started flowing. That was his voice! Turning around you rushed into your boyfriends’ arms and hugged him tightly. Your fist hit his chest, “Why did you have to do that? Why couldn’t you just stick to the plan?”

He didn’t answer at first, tightening the hug and stroking your hair. When he was sure you had calmed down, he wiped your tears with his thumb before speaking, “Well the plan didn’t involve getting you this.” He pulled something out of his pocket, it took you a second to realize what it was. The diamond ring!

“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” This question alone had you crying again and your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. “Is that a yes?” Ravn chuckled when you parted.

“Of course it is!”

[tinyverse-writes]

you're in every lyric that i write (ravn/ kim youngjo)

pairing: songwriter!ravn x songwriter!reader

genre: angst (slight fluff i guess)

synopsis: memories bring back when you and your highschool crush met again after a very long time but your reunion doesn't make you feel those same thing that you felt before, especially now that he's in every lyric that you wrote. unbeknownst to you, you're in every lyric that he writes as well but it's now too late for it.

word count: 3.9k words

grammatical errors and mistakes ahead

"yes.. i'll see you there.. thank you for giving me this opportunity to work on your song.. yes.. bye." your call with the artist that you agreed to have a collaboration with ended, telling you to meet at a certain date and place for a meeting along with another songwriter that he invited as well. you then went to list this down into your schedule before you continue to prepare for your lunch.

this is already a part of your career as a songwriter, an artist (or their management) contacts you, asking for you to write songs and once agreed by both parties, a collaboration exists. you already wrote a lot of songs for different artists and aside from writing for them, you write for yourself as well— performing them under the name of c.lover which is the screen name that you use as a songwriter then uploading them to various music platforms. you started writing songs ever since you were in highschool. most of their lyrics are about your feelings that you have for your crush at that time and there are some of them that is about how hard and boring school life is but still you have to get through it. at an early age of being invested in songwriting, you started to showcase your ability until you gained the career that you want at an early age as well. you've never expected to collaborate with big artists and heck even a collaboration with an artist is something that you don't even expect of. speaking of collaboration, the artist that you're going to meet next week is a big artist as well and even though you already collaborated with a lot of big artists, you're still anxious plus the fact that you're working with another songwriter.

the day of the meeting came. you arrived a bit early at the venue of the meeting which is at one of the meeting rooms of the entertainment company the artist is in. the artist and his manager welcomed you and gestured you to settle down when you arrived, telling you that the meeting will start a little later since the other songwriter that you're going to be working with texted that he'll be a little late because his car stopped on his way here and is now at an auto repair shop. while waiting for the other person in this project, you and the artist shared some stories with each other- talking about how both your career started, how and when you two discovered the talent that you have and such.

"so what was the first song you wrote about?" the artist came to ask. you don't usually tend to overshare your stories to anyone but since this is a part of your job and serves as a means of conversation with your client, you shared the story behind the first song you wrote- telling the artist that it's basically about your highschool crush. in the midst of your storytelling about it, the door of the meeting room cracked open which is then followed by a figure stepping inside- a figure that is rather familiar to you.

"hello i'm sorry i just arrived. i just took a bus on my way here since my car's under repair." speaking of the devil, it's your highschool crush, the one who just stepped inside.

"it's totally fine ravn good thing you told me beforehand. ah- by the way this is c.lover and the two of you are going to work with me on this project." the artist said, introducing you to him as if you and this guy who just got in haven't met yet. you immediately get it that he's the other songwriter that you're working with. ravn is not a terrible choice of a name, you thought. you were about to reach out a hand for a handshake not until he says your real name, a hint of surprise stitched at his voice.

"you guys already know each other?" the artist asked, looking at each of you and was surprised as well.

"y-yeah we do. actually-" and before youngjo- or ravn- speak any further, you butted in.

"we were best buds in highschool- well technically every history class since we're seatmates who don't even bother listening to the class- but yeah we're friends. right youngjo?" that was actually true by the way except for the part that you guys are still friends since you completely forgot the relationship that you both used to have.

"yeah you're right y/n. we were. great seeing you after such a long time." he said, flashing a smile. that damned smile.

"same goes for me."

"oh wow so this must be your little reunion then?" you almost forgot about the artist's existence for a brief moment. "what a small world! never would've thought that ravn here is a friend of yours!" no mister, he's NOT just a friend. he's the highschool crush that you two have been talking about minutes ago.

then the meeting started and it actually went smoothly. you talked about what the artist wanted the song would be, what's its lyrics, the message it conveys and such, things regarding the timeframe when the project will start and will end and how long would it last, and etc. once the meeting ended, the artist and his manager left instantly, saying that he has some urgent matters which makes you and youngjo left in the meeting room. 

as soon as the presence of you two are left in the room, a hint of awkwardness seeps in the atmosphere of the room. you, who wants to escape from it and wanna go home immediately (and probably scream a ton in your home upon seeing that goddamned face of the guy you once liked), bid your goodbye to him.

"it's-uh.. it's great seeing you again youngjo- after erm a long time." you cleared your throat mid-sentence

"it's great seeing you too y/n." he said with a smile curving on his lips. CAN HE PLEASE STOP FLASHING THAT GODDAMN SMILE OF HIS??!

"yeah.. i gotta go home now youngjo. s-see you around? i guess?"

"uhm-actually my car is still in the repair shop so.." he sucks a breath. "mind if you give me a drive? let's take this as a mini hangout after the reunion that we had today."

"sure no problem like- who am i to say no?" a person who used to have damn feelings for him and is writing songs about him genius.

and with that, both of you left the building then head to where your car is parked before you start to drive off. throughout the ride, and with him by the shotgun, you guys started to talk about how your lives have been. how the two of you started at the career of being a songwriter, how you came up with your screen names, and such.

"ravn huh? not a terrible choice of a name you got there." your eyes are glued on the road as you steer the wheel.

"i actually came up with it because of my favorite character in x-men."

"mystique? no way!" you gasped lightly.

"yeah i just removed the letter e to make it seem cool." he said with a chuckle. "how about you? how did you come up with that name?"

"you know the four leaf clover, right? my name's pronounced just like that. it's not 'see-lover' but it's just simply pronounced as 'clover'. just added a dot between c and l for it to seem cool as well. and also i like clover among all the cards in the deck so-" you laughed lightly which he did as well.

it went silent for a brief moment not until he starts to speak again.

"do you still remember that time when we were love chained during our last years in highschool?” ah yes. when both of you were love chained one time during your last year in highschool. love chain is one of the shenanigans that the school’s student council pulls off annually during valentine’s day. students fill up the form with their names and whom they want to be love chained with, or they simply put a random student’s name just for fun and that’s actually how you and youngjo ended up love chained during that time. 

a student knocks on the door of your classroom then calls out both of your names and the next thing you knew is both of your wrists were tied together with a cable tie (instead of chains or handcuffs) by that student which turns out to be one of the officers of the student council. the whole class cheered and teased as you sat next to each other and the rest is history.

you remember it well. in fact, you even made a song that its title is none other than love chained and it is about none other than youngjo and your feelings with him, the typical subject.

“yeah i do remember that.” you smiled faintly. “still got no idea who listed our names there.” both of you laughed it off before the atmosphere in the car turns awkward for the rest of the ride to his house.

everything you told earlier about you and youngjo when he arrived before the meeting starts are all true. you two used to be friends and seatmates in your history class back in highschool. one thing that you didn’t say earlier about him is that he was your highschool crush. you actually confessed to him before and youngjo, a good friend he is, understands your feelings and also your intention to not make things awkward between you two so he maintained your friendship until the rest of your years in highschool.

were you glad upon seeing him again? yes. but you can't help it but to feel awkward especially for the fact that he’s the main subject of some of your songs that you wrote. unbeknownst to you, youngjo felt the same. he wants to tell you something that he probably must’ve said years ago before you took your own paths.

“there- just park it right there..” youngjo points at a vacant area where to park your car to drop him off. he unbuckled the seatbelt after a sigh then bids his goodbye to you.

“it is so great upon seeing you again y/n.. it’s been ages.” he said with a faint smile.

“me too.. see you at work then?”

“yeah see you!” you hummed as he opened the car door, stepping out from it then closed it. he was hesitating over something at first but he then just waved goodbye to you which you reciprocated before you steered the wheel as you drive away from his place.

you arrived home safely, slumping on your bed immediately as you stepped into your room. 

you’re definitely going to write about that. definitely going to write a song about that. so you rise up from your bed and head to your desk, dragging your little notebook where you keep your drafts of song lyrics onto your desk and open it to a blank page before you start scribbling your pen against it while writing phrases such as “it’s been a while..”, “how are you..?”, or “you still have that same look when you give me that damned smile”.

your mind’s running wild during that night. in fact, you finished writing that entire song about him again since your brain became productive just because of your little reunion with him.

a week or two later, you two met again but for work purposes. it was the start of the project. you and youngjo shared the lyrics that each of you wrote to the artist to which he really liked and gave you compliments. after that, the two of you merged the lyrics that you wrote with the help of the artist himself. since both of the lyrics that you wrote share the same idea, there are only a few lines diminished and removed from the original lyrics. days later you met with them again but this time, to bring the lyrics into life. deciding on how the song goes, its tune, melody, and beat to which followed by production. the process lasted for months or so including the recording. 

the whole process in creating the track finally ended in accordance to the time table. the song fades as it ended, anything but silence then comes out from the speakers of the studio. you and youngjo seated on the couch while the artist was on the swivel chair with his manager next to him. a brief silence echoes the room as you both wait for the artist's reaction about how was the outcome of the song.

"i.. this is amazing- i didn't regret upon picking you two for this song." he said which had you and youngjo cheered silently and at the same time letting a sigh of relief. you both thanked the artist who also thanked you two as well. after calling everything a day, the artist offered to have a dinner along with the two of you which you both didn't reject.

after a plate of your puttanesca and a glass of grape juice, you bid your goodbyes to each other to which youngjo did as well. as per usual thing that you and youngjo do ever since this project started, you both decided to go home together. however, instead of parting ways once you drive him to his home, he decided to invite you over to his apartment which is surprisingly wider than it seems to be.

he gave you a tour around his place until you both reached his studio. blue to pink gradient lights dimmed the room due to the LED lights he installed. your eyes scan through his collection of vinyl displayed in the room, a few are familiar to you especially those chet baker ones. his studio feels cozy like you could just sleep in it.

aside from showing him his collection of vinyls and albums, he also showed to you some song drafts he made in his computer and also some of his already released songs. as you nod your head while listening to the third song that he's playing, your eyes land on a notebook on top of a stack of papers. curious to what that is, you ask him while your hand reaches out to grab it.

"ah that's where i write my lyrics" he answered. he explained that some are from the songs he played earlier as you scan through the pages. while reading through the lyrics he wrote, you can't help but to think that he was pertaining these lyrics to a certain person which isn't you. 

"oh- that one, i haven't worked on this yet." he said as soon as he saw that you turn to the page where he wrote the lyrics that he haven't start to work it into a song.

"ooh~ i'll go read this and give you my feedback." he nods as he lets you do so, watching how your brows are furrowed as you read it. you on the other hand have your expressions changed as you read further, having really familiar details seen from his lyrics.

"..days when i was dumb to know what i felt each time we're next to each other.." hmm okay, you two used to sit next to each other during history class. but he might be referring to a different person.

"..straps of both our bags are tied just for fun, didn't realize that my heartstrings does as well.." and you both did tie the straps of your school bags before just for fun.

".. didn't know that i got love chained as well.." love chain.. that goddamn love chain.

"o-oh.. this would be intriguing- like the people would be curious if whom you're referring to in this song." 

"how about you? do you have a slight idea if who i am pertaining to?" he chuckled.

"is it about me?" you finished your question with an almost awkward laugh to somewhat turn it as a joke.

"you're so clever c.lover. what if i tell you that you're right?"

"there is no way." you chuckled. "like duh~ you told me before that you can't promise a return." youngjo shook his head lightly while approaching you who were seated on his swivel chair, bracing his hands to its armrest as he lowered himself to your eye level.

"y/n.. it's all about you all this time." you roll your eyes while you divert your gaze from him as you thought that this is some kind of prank he was just pulling off.

you scoffed. "oh come on youngjo- you've got to be kidding me right now." he brings both of his hands to cup your face and make you look at him.

"y/n listen- you're in every lyric that i write. i thought this would be the best way to tell you that i came to a realization that i have these feelings for you as well." you gulp. still don't know how to process this because as far as you could remember, you were the one who had feelings for him in the first place and you do believe that whoever has feelings first, they are the ones who are losing.

you let out a chuckle, voice starting to get shaky as you try to speak. "so you just realized that you liked me too? youngjo, you just can't- not when i was the one who confessed to you first!"

"y/n i'm so sorry! i blame myself for being dumb to not realize that i was falling for you as well. i wish i could've just told you sooner."

"but youngjo, i waited. i waited for almost five years and spent it pining over you, wishing and praying that you'll fall for me as well." you don't know what to feel. you want to be mad at him and at the same time shed into tears and both are because of him confessing this late while you thought about those years wishing for him to reciprocate your feelings.

youngjo stutters before he speaks. "but we could give it a try right? am i still there y/n?" 

you shook your head repeatedly. "youngjo, i already did my waiting and i became sick of it. now move. i still have to go home.." you said without batting an eye at him.

he now crouches down, bringing both of his hands to your shoulders and all he said is all sorts of sorry. "y/n i really am sorry. i truly blame myself for finding it out too late."

"you know what? you're right. you were really dumb to realize it.. that you didn't might even thought that what if you told me this late when i already ended everything about what i felt about you. you haven't thought about it right?" he remained silent, finding himself guilty since he never really spared a thought on what if you already stopped your feelings for him and he became complacent that you two would finally have mutual feelings.

his hands drop down to yours, holding them and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles as he looks up at you while you never spared a glance at him. silence lingers across the room for a moment not until some sniffling could be heard. you were sobbing quietly and youngjo hesitantly reached a hand to wipe off your tears but you swat his hand away before you stood up and grabbed your bag.

"i'm leaving." that was your last words before you left him, his studio and his residence. youngjo remained in his spot and kneels with his head down, breath shaking and after a while a tear drops down to the material of his jeans. 

he truly blames himself for everything- for him realizing what he feels but it's already late, for making you cry before you walked out, and most importantly, for making you wait for nothing. 

he stood up to his feet and occupied the chair that you sat earlier before staring up at the ceiling while he just let his tears run and dry up on his cheeks, contemplating everything. he wished he could go back to the time where you confessed to him or maybe days or weeks after you did. maybe everything would go well if he just told you much earlier before you fell out from him. 

you on the other hand stared at the ceiling of your room as well while you lay flat on your bed, tears are already dried on your cheeks. this scenario isn't new to you because you tend to cry over him through the years that you spent pining over him. speaking of years, you begun to think that maybe you didn't wait much longer, that those five years of waiting for him aren't enough. a part of you thought that you're at fault as well, for giving him hope that you two might end up together because of your confession to him years ago and for not waiting much longer.

after a month or so, the artist that you two collaborated with released a new album in which the song that you and youngjo worked on is included and in those months, you and youngjo never talked a single bit. no calls, no messages or whatever. back to the collaboration and the song, you were proud that your name was on the credits especially when the song went up in various charts. that's another achievement that you have. the artist actually sent a text message to you which says "the song goes off the roof! that was a great job c.lover! you guys rock! can't wait to work with you again next time :D" and you found it cute.

the artist wasn't really kidding when he said he wanted to work with you again. what you didn't even spare a thought with is what he actually meant is to work with you and youngjo again. so you found yourself in that same meeting room with him and the artist after a period of almost half a year. the artist thanked the both of you from the previous project before he went to discuss about his upcoming album. he said that he wants this song to have a certain subject so that it would go well according to the season in which he's going to release the album.

"so.." he clasped his hands together. "for the song, i want it to be a bit angsty so that.. you know- it would fit well in autumn. i was thinking that the song would be about.." he tapped his chin with a finger as he gathered the right words. "about something that you regret." you gently nod, a silent 'ah' left your lips.

this would be easy for both you and youngjo. if the song is going to be about something that a person regrets, it would be about being dumb to realize and not telling you what he felt sooner for youngjo while in your case, it would be about not waiting for him longer enough. and for once again, you two are in every lyric that you both write.

- by tinyverse-writes

06/21/22

[prttylight]

✦ Kim Young Jo y Keonhee

Extencion: 2.2k 

Tags: enemies to lovers, students, sexual tension, no-smut, spit kink

Kim Young Jo fue popular desde que tenía memoria, su belleza era motivo de comentarios halagadores que levantaran su ego. Su pelo castaño claro, la sonrisa engreída y su increíble talento para ser bueno en todo, eran las razones principales por las que en su propia escuela tuviera un club de fans. Kim Young Jo es una persona amada.

—Me gusta otra persona—su novia de hace más de cuatro meses estaba terminando con él, por alguien más.

—¿Eh? ¿Estás segura?—la voz de Kim Young Jo tembló—¿Estás segura de que no estás terminando conmigo por otra cosa? ¿Por qué soy engreído? ¿Quizás no soportas que sea más lindo que tú?

—Kim Young Jo… Realmente eres lo peor—río Jinhwa, su ahora expareja—Pero no, estoy segura. Hay alguien que tiene mi atención.

Este era un tipo de crisis que Kim Young Jo no conocía. No le importaba su relación con Jinhwa, aceptó tener una relación porque no era celosa y casi no tenía tiempo para ambos, ya que se la pasaba estudiando. Sin embargo, esta ruptura y la razón detrás, lo dejaba ansioso. ¿Habría alguien más hermoso que él? Imposible.

—¿Puedo saber por quién me estás dejando?

—Lee Keon Hee, del equipo de vóley.

En cuanto Jinhwa se fue, ese nombre le quedó resonando en la cabeza, pero su ego en las nubes le dijo que solo era una chica equivocada. Que no había nadie mejor que él. Así que por ahora solo se preocuparía de cómo lidiar con las personas que lo invitaran a salir ahora que estaba soltero, solo espera que las bocas tardaran de hablar sobre ello.

Camino por los pasillos de vuelta a sus clases, donde se encontró con su fiel amigo, Seoho. Le contó sobre lo sucedido con Jinhwa, mencionando vagamente al chico.

—Sí, Lee Keon Hee se está haciendo popular—agregó Seoho dándole una mirada rápida a su amigo—Ya tiene un club de fans con más de dos mil seguidores.

El castaño casi se atraganta con el agua que estaba tomando, club de fans… ya tenía un club de fans. Él tardó casi tres años en que se formara un buen grupo de fans y, sin embargo, llegaba este chico de la nada y ya andaba armando revuelto por todas partes. Que molesto. Respiro profundo, se dispuso a no prestarle atención, que lo que nacía rápido también moría rápido.

O eso pensó, los días pasaron, y no solo los alumnos hablaban de Lee Keon Hee, los profesores, quienes siempre fueron su máquina de adulaciones, solo le decían palabras dulces para compararlos entre sí. Pronto también se hizo público la separación de la pareja, y en las páginas de confesiones de la escuela hablaban de que Jinhwa lo había engañado con Lee Keon Hee. Las páginas de fans de ambos chicos se pusieron a la defensiva, defendiendo y atacando al otro. Dentro y fuera de la escuela, la tensión creció entre dos chicos que ni siquiera se conocían.

Kim Young Jo siempre fue popular, acostumbrado, se encontraba. Sin embargo, cuando ya no pudo caminar por los pasillos de la escuela sin que diez personas le preguntaran sobre Lee Keon Hee, empezó a hartarse.

Terminaría con la estrella naciente, Lee Keon Hee.

✦

Esto era terrible, terrible. Kim Young Jo se encontraba escondido en las gradas del gimnasio, el equipo de vóley estaba practicando y las pelotas volando por todas partes ya lo estaban mareando, poco acostumbrado a los deportes. Sabía que no era el único espiándolo, un grupo de chicas lindas susurraban entre sí mirando al joven.

Lee Keon Hee era guapo, no tan guapo como él, pero tenía su propia belleza. El rubio lo resaltaba, su sonrisa era agradable y sin duda tenía una buena estructura corporal. Le ardía la sangre, tenía tantos celos que el calor lo inundaba, deseaba ocultar a ese chico.

La clase terminó con ruidos jadeantes, las chicas se fueron avergonzadas y Kim Young Jo decidió que iba a enfrentar a ese descarado. Salió de su escondite apretando los labios, y ni siquiera se dio cuenta de que estaba cegado por la furia hasta que casi cae rodando por los escalones, tuvo la suerte de poder disimularlo cuando el equipo de vóley se dio la vuelta ante el ruido seco.

—¿Oh? ¿Ese no es Kim Young Jo?

—¿Eh? ¡Sí, es Kim Young Jo-sunbaenim!

Los ojos que no habían mirado hacia atrás, al escuchar su nombre, el cuerpo del bastardo se dio la vuelta con desespero. Kim Young Jo no lo entendía, no entendía la mirada curiosa de ese chico, le molestaba.

—¡Y-a, Lee Keon Hee, bastardo!—el castaño se levantó tambaleándose y enfrentando a la estrella naciente que le robaba su popularidad. Kim Young Jo se acercó a zancadas encarando al chico, que solo era unos centímetros más grande que él—¿Quien te crees que eres?

Lee Keon Hee miró a sus compañeros, y con una sonrisa les dijo que sigan, que él los alcanzaría en un momento. Los chicos se fueron entre murmullos, y cuando los ojos de Lee Keon Hee volvieron a posarse en él, tembló. No podía dejarse apretar de esa manera.

—¿Quién crees que eres para robarte a mi novia?—verbalizo el castaño tocando con su dedo índice el pecho del contrario.

Maldita sea, se nota que va al gimnasio.

Lee Keon Hee ladeo la cabeza con una sonrisa engreída, muy diferente a las sonrisas que dio cuando estaban las chicas y sus compañeros de equipo. Así que estaba sacando su verdadera actitud.

—No pensé que hyung fuera tan tonto—Kim Young Jo se sorprendió cuando el rubio le toco la barbilla acercando sus caras, algo irritante en su abdomen hizo que quisiera arrancarle el pelo rubio cenizo; lo insultaba, se atrevía a tocarle su hermosa cara y encima siendo menor que él, ni siquiera espero a que hiciera un movimiento más, simplemente escupió en el rostro del jugador para luego sonreír. Lee Keon Hee se alejó con repugnancia—Ni que le gustara escupir a la gente.

—Eso es especial para ti, maldito, estúpido—Kim Young Jo peinando sus flecos salidos de lugar se acercó al menor que se limpiaba con la manga de su ropa—Aléjate de Jinhwa, no me importa cuanto la quieras.

El castaño sonrió en triunfo y se dio la vuelta con sus últimas palabras dichas. Estaba satisfecho, no pensó que Lee Keon Hee lo alteraría tanto, pero por suerte pudo tomar su venganza. Una mano agarró su abdomen por detrás que lo terminó de tirar, pero no pegó contra el piso como pensó, fue mucho peor, golpeó contra un cuerpo duro que lo mantenía inmovilizado.

—¿Por qué estás tan seguro de a quien quiero es Jinhwa, hyung?—Kim Young Jo ni siquiera pudo quejarse porque el menor susurro esas palabras que acariciaron su oreja y mandaron descargas eléctricas por toda su columna—En realidad no me interesa en absoluto Jinhwa, hyung. La rechace esta mañana, puedes quedarte tranquilo.

Kim Young Jo estaba rojo, de la rabia suponía. Golpeó con su codo la costilla del menor que se quejó de dolor. No pudo decir una palabra, lo habían desafiado y avergonzado. Justo cuando estaba por salir del gimnasio escucha.

—¡La próxima vez escúpeme en mi cama, hyung!

—¡Cállate maldito idiota!—lo último que pudo oír antes de salir corriendo fue la risa sonora del rubio cenizo.

✦

Kim Young Jo se arrepintió de sus acciones, no sabía que tipo de bestia era Lee Keon Hee, pero sin duda la había liberado. Lo seguía a todas partes, la mirada del menor estaba sobre él, siempre. En la cafetería, cuando se encontraban en los pasillos y cuando se escondía en las gradas del gimnasio, no sabía por qué seguía yendo, pero sus tardes se sentían aburridas si no veía al rubio. Había algo que lo mantenía interesado en pelearse con el menor. Lee Keon Hee lo acorralaba y él lo insultaba, una rutina que ninguno de los dos se cansaba de tener. Pronto la rutina fue aún más lejos, y el establecimiento educativo no les daba suficiente tiempo para molestarse, así que en un día de lluvia, Kim Young Jo empapado, es invitado a la casa del menor.

—¿Qué? ¿Hyung tiene miedo de que le haga algo?—y Kim Young Jo no se dejó vencer, aunque sí tenía miedo. La actitud del menor era inesperada, él no-saber que iba a decir, cuál iba a ser su siguiente movimiento… lo mantenía alerta. Siempre se encontraba nervioso si Lee Keon Hee estaba cerca.

La casa del menor se encontraba a unas pocas cuadras del edificio estudiantil, apenas llegaron, se dio cuenta de que estaban solos, no había ruido ni luces prendidas, Lee Keon Hee aunque era joven ya vivía solo; no lo admitió en voz alta pero para Kim Young Jo eso era impresionante. Le dijo que esperara un segundo mientras lo tapaba con una toalla, sin preocuparse por su propio bienestar.

Cuando volvió le trajo unos pantalones grises, una remera negra de manga cortas y boxers del mismo color, olían a vainilla. El castaño se desvistió ahí, de todas formas, Lee Keon Hee seguramente estaba acostumbrado a ver a hombres cambiarse por el equipo de vóley. Pero cuando terminó y se dio la vuelta agradeciendo por el conjunto, el menor estaba rojo, fue la primera vez que lo vio sonrojarse. Kim Young Jo no pudo evitar burlarse de él.

—¿Te has puesto rojo por ver a tu hyung cambiarse?—rio sonoramente mientras se tiraba en el sofá como si fuera su propia casa; sin embargo, se calló cuando notó el silencio y la cabeza baja del rubio—¿Qué pasa?

—Si Hyung lo sabe, no necesita fingir sentirse cómodo—la voz del menor fue apagada, no lo desafiaba. Lee Keon Hee no lo estaba desafiando, y él no sabía contestar porque no tenía idea de que hablaban, le dolía el corazón, sintió un desespero en el pecho, no levantaba la mirada. Quería que lo mirara.

—Lee Keon Hee, no sé de qué hablas.

—¿Hyung, está seguro que no sabe?—el menor levantó la mirada, con los labios rectos y unos ojos oscuros—¿O esto es parte de su venganza por robarme a su novia?

Nunca volvieron a mencionar a Jinhwa desde ese día en el gimnasio, y tampoco él había pensado en eso. En realidad se había olvidado del problema con ella, en el último mes simplemente estuvo con Keon Hee. En cambio, el otro aún parecía perseguido, él fue el que rechazó a Jinhwa y aun así seguía pensando en ella, de repente estaba molesto.

Si, en la escuela los rumores seguían, pero supuso que ninguno de los dos le estaba prestando atención.

—No me interesa Jinhwa, si tanto te gusta, estoy seguro de que ella te dará una segunda oportunidad—contesto sin más Young Jo prendiendo su celular, fingió que sus palabras no le importaban pero se le hundía el corazón. Más le dolió cuando Keon Hee se fue del salón a pasos retumbantes, dejándolo solo.

Sentía un nudo en su garganta, una picazón en sus ojos y la boca seca. Estaba tan confundido, debería estar feliz, si Keon Hee empezaba a salir con ella ya no lo molestaría, ya no lo miraría en la cafetería y no lo acorralaría después de las prácticas de vóley. Sin darse cuenta entró a la página de confesiones, las lágrimas empezaron a caer y el nudo se desató.

Su sollozo era ruidoso, Keon Hee tenía razón, era un Hyung tonto. El más tonto de todos. Tapo su cara con las manos, sentía que se ahogaba, que no podía respirar, que no podía soltarlo. Le gustaba Keon Hee, mucho. Él, por más de estar molesto, lo cuidaba, y él nunca se lo devolvía. Nunca se daba cuenta. Se paró de su lugar y entre los pasillos buscó la habitación en la que se encontraba el menor, sin embargo, hizo tanto ruido que Keon Hee asomó su cabeza por la puerta.

—¿Hyung?—vio su cara lagrimeando, y se acercó con preocupación agarrando su cara entre sus manos—¿Qué pasa?

—No salgas con Jinhwa—pidió entrecortadamente el castaño, los ojos de Keon Hee se oscurecieron, pero aun así asintió.

—No lo haré, Hyung, no te preocupes—Young Jo pudo respirar, y agotado se apoyó en el hombro del menor.

—Bien… Solo sal conmigo, ¿si?

Fueron segundos silenciosos de Young Jo sollozando, hasta que el menor lo agarró de los hombros.

—¡Espera!—exclamó el menor—¿Quieres salir conmigo?

Young Jo se limpió las lágrimas.

—Claro, eres la segunda cara más linda que conozco—sonrió—Si me hubiera enterado antes que eras gay, lo hubiera dicho antes.

Keon Hee estaba en blanco.

—Hyung, el día en el gimnasio—titubeo—Te dije que estaba interesado en ti.

Young Jo frunció el ceño, hasta que recordó.

—¿Por qué estás tan seguro de a quien quiero es Jinhwa, hyung?

oh.

—Pensé que… estabas bromeando—rio nerviosamente Young Jo.

—Hyung, no bromeo—Keon Hee posó una mano en la cintura del mayor—¿Estás bromeando?

—¡Y-a! ¿Por quién me tomas?—cruzó los brazos—No lloro por cualquiera.

—¿Es así? Entonces me alegro—el menor con su otra mano terminó por rodear la cintura del castaño, apretando con su dedo pulgar los costados que hicieron a Young Jo gimotear entre los labios del rubio que lo atacaron inesperadamente. Era el primer hombre al que besaba, y no podía imaginar que hubiera otro, porque la calidez que Keon Hee le estaba dando no podría encontrarlo en otro lugar. Le mordió los labios, lo humedeció y Young Jo sentía que se moría de calor cuando se separaron.

—Keon Hee, realmente eres una bestia. 

[fluffytsukino1009]

ONEUS reaction to see you wearing a bralette.

Summary: ONEUS members reacting to coming home and see you wearing a skimpy bralette.

Warning: Suggestive... Like it was supposed to be smut but you know I'm quite stupid.

A/N: Is it Y/N and Hwangwong or is it me and my boyfriend? lol + All the smut/suggestive content won't have the group name tags to respect people who don't feel ok with it.

Masterlist

Seoho

Thinks he can dissimulate but no. Takes a lot of time to take off his jacket because he's making time to stare at you a little longer. "How was your day?" says casually. You play the game for a while, share a few gossips heard from your friends, pretending not noticing he continue biting his lips. "But what about your day, love?" your smile wided when he walked at you slowly. "Hopefully... If it's ok for you... it's about to get better" holds you close by the waist and place a kiss to the edge of your lips.

Leedo

Wants to stare but doesn't want to stare. "I'll wait outside if you want me to" you had to laugh because it never crossed your mind he could be so shy. "C'mon, nothing you haven't seen before" you joked but he still turned his back at you and continue saying whatever he was supposed to say when he crossed the door. You fixed your clothes and let him know, he stared at you cutting off the talkin "You know, I kind of liked it better when you were just wearing that tiny top" Giggled and gained confidence before keep on talking.

Hwangwong

Burns in laught inmmediately and hates himself for it "Oh damn, I'm sorry". You try to cover yourself and he cover his eyes with both hands, apologizing to each other once and over again. "What are we doing?" you could hardly say through the laugh "I don't know, it was so unexpected" You joke about the weird reaction to such an casual scenario for a few minutes before breathing deep and calm down. "Anyway, I just came to say I bringed dinner… And feel free to come to the table wearing that"

Keonhee

"I'm kind of tired but if you gonna ask it like that" He joked as soon you crossed the bathroom door with your hair still wet. Hugged you tight and kisses both of your cheeks "You look so good" "I was just getting ready for bed" you took of his watch and rings before unbuttoning his shirt. He looked genuinely tired but still insisted in kissing your neck while you took off his belt. "You know I still gonna look pretty much like this tomorrow morning" tried your best to convince him to take a rest "Then I'll kiss you all over tomorrow morning too"

Xion

Delighted but chill, could and wants to stare at you for hours when looking that way but doesn't want to be creepy. "What are you wearing?" You had to wonder if that question was coming from a negative or positive impact "It's just... Leggings, socks, bralette... What's wrong with it?" He smiled playfully "Nothing wrong. I like the bralette, you should wear it more often." Hard to tell but he even seemed to blush in excitement "I have a blue one too. Wanna see it?" Answered with your favorite dirty grin.

🌑🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

Ravn

"Oh, well. Oh, well. What a view I found" Honestly he made you blush a little but tried your best to keep the cool "What is that you like about the view, huh?" He sat at the edge of the bed and called you over "Is this new" touches the strap gently still smiling and you nod, takes a such a long time to stare at you that the heat started to crawl your body, preparing you for a make out session. "It's sexy but it looks so uncomfortable that even my chest hurt just to see it" He's also ready to get dirty but his priority is you feel comfortable.

[yuthoe]

Minutes and Miles (ONEUS: RAVN)

IM BACK!!! kinda

i’m gonna be on a work-from-home basis for the forseeable future, so i have more time to write. i mean i’m at the office right now, but i’m pretty free atm so i decided to finish this one that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while.

FIRST ACTUAL FIC FOR ONEUS! And it’s for RAVN! I keep getting loads of ideas for him for some reason. he isn’t my bias, but there’s so much content from him i can get lots of ideas from.

this fic is inspired by that one live he did where he just exuded boyfriend vibes but still looked so damn good and gave me a crisis, like y’all i was screaming my lungs out at 12mn bc of this man

PAIRING: RAVN x reader. GENRE: fluff, oneshot, drabble. WARNINGS: n/a. WORD COUNT: 813.

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Your phone buzzes a rhythm by your hand, and you stop writing out the report of the day’s activity to look at the screen. Youngjo’s winking face and sly smirk appear on the screen as it lights up.

Extremely Pretty Youngjo would like you to join a call...

You smile, snatching your phone and getting up from the coffee table by the window. You accept the call as you walk to the bed, and stretch your tired limbs a bit before flopping down the springy hotel mattress. The phone still clutched in one hand, you crawl up the bed on your forearms and reach for a pillow, hugging it to your body lengthwise, needing something to embrace after being alone in bed for three days straight.

The call finally connects and you see his profile lit up by his computer screen, before he turns a dazzling smile towards you.

“Hey, baby,” he says softly.

Butterflies stampede through your stomach, unable to suppress the grin on your face. How could you when he smiles at you like that? when his raspy voice calls for you like that?

“Hi, love,” you reply. “I miss you.”

If possible, Youngjo’s smile gets bigger. The view of him wobbles and shakes as he takes his phone and moves to the bed. He flops on the mattress with a sigh and lifts the phone above his face, so you get a clear view of his pretty features from above.

He groans. “Ugh, I miss you too. Three days without you is way too long.”

You gaze at his face, yours half-smushed in the pillow, wishing it was him. “It feels like it’s been a month already, I wanna go hoooome.”

Youngjo chuckles. “If only I could teleport to you and hug you tight right now.”

“Same,” you say, smile still in place. “I’ll be home in a couple of days, though.” You wish for nothing more than for this business trip to end at this point, and go back to your familiar sheets and comfortable home, and back into your boyfriend’s arms.

“I can pick you up at the airport if you want,” he suggests. You see his eyes trace your features from his room, miles and miles away.

You perk up instantly. “You’d pick me up? You don’t have a schedule that day?”

He smiles at your excitement. “I don’t think so. We’re done promoting and our manager hasn’t scheduled any other work for me, so I’ve just been in the studio a lot.” Youngjo brushes his bangs away from his eyes. “Yeah, I can definitely pick you up on Saturday.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much,” you say, cheeks aching from how happy you are. Just talking to him is already relaxing you from hours and hours of lectures, but knowing he’d be there right when you land is making you all pumped up again. You let out a sound, a cross between a squeak and a groan, and he chuckles again. “I can’t wait for Saturday now.”

“Me too,” he sighs. “We can even make a date out of it. If you’re not too tired, that is.” You’ve been busy the past month, and preferred lazing around on the weekends with your boyfriend to recuperate from the hard work week. Youngjo knows this, and he’s always been very considerate--he knows how it feels to be so busy you can barely breathe. But he’s been so nice and caring and very sweet that you want to thank him, at least in some way.

“Let’s do it! We can go to that one burger place you like, the one near the cool vintage shop. I’ve been wanting to get a new bag.” You settle into the bed as you talk, watching his eyes sparkle like a child’s. It’s times like this that makes you remember just how handsome he is.

“Oh, perfect timing! Seoho’s birthday is coming up and I need to get him a gift or he’ll sulk about it,” he jokes. “So it’s a date?”

You eagerly nod. “It’s a--,” A yawn interrupts your words, and you bury your face into the pillow to stifle it. “It’s a date!” you say, slightly embarrassed, but Youngjo’s completely endeared face wipes all of it away.

“I should let you sleep, babe,” he says, voice soft. “I miss you.” He purses his lips and blows kisses at the phone.

You reply with a laugh and a kiss of your own. “I miss you too. Call you tomorrow?”

Youngjo nods, giving you a kiss with his plush lips once again, and whispers, “I’ll be waiting. Good night, love.” He holds up his other hand and waves his fingers.

“Good night.” You wave a tiny goodbye before the call drops, and then roll onto your back. Splayed starfish, you stare at the ceiling and wish for Saturday to come soon.

[killjoy-loveit]

Unexpected Inspiration

A/N: Welcome to Spring Season Stories! This is the 9th of the daily stories in April, so be on the lookout for more! If you’re wondering what the posting schedule is, then search ‘Spring season Stories’ on my blog and the calendar should pop up. I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. This is in 1st POV! As always, the links for my masterlists will be in the notes, though I have come to find (after months of doing this lmao) that on mobile you have to click my reblog of the post to actually get the links- same applies to desktop. Also this has not been proofread, sorry!

Excerpt: Being in pairs could go one of two ways, either I would be paired with someone who excelled in composition to which I could provide lyrics. Or I would get stuck with someone in the same boat as me and be screwed.

Word Count: 955

Genre: Mythology AU, College/University AU, a little funny? I really don’t know

****WARNING: There is one (1) curse word in this piece.****

     Glancing down at the paper in my hands, for a minute I question if I should’ve taken this class in the first place. Sure, music was something I enjoyed, but it didn’t exactly coincide with my major. Not to mention I didn’t expect that part of this class required composing a song. Just how am I supposed to do that? Even though I can read sheet music without a hitch, I struggle with certain aspects of music theory, thus making it difficult to compose four measures, let alone an entire song.

     There was only one benefit to the composition part of the class: it would be done in pairs. Being in pairs could go one of two ways, either I would be paired with someone who excelled in composition to which I could provide lyrics. Or I would get stuck with someone in the same boat as me and be screwed. The latter option is the one I hoped to avoid, it was something I feared. Considering who my father is, most would expect me to be capable of anything and everything. Those people were forgetting the other part of my lineage, my human mother to be precise.

     My mother is the sweetest woman I have ever known, however, she’s not the brightest bulb. Neither was the rest of my earthly family. So, it was shocking, to say the least, that I excelled in academics and was going to college majoring in history, ancient history to be specific. 

     “Hey,” I hear a voice say to my left. Placing who the voice belonged to wasn’t hard, after all, he was always answering questions the professor asks in class.

     “Hey, Youngjo.” 

     He stared at me with a raised eyebrow. “Did you not hear what the professor said?”

     I smile sheepishly at him, shaking my head. “Heh, no. Sorry, I got distracted thinking about the final project.”

     “Well, if you’d been listening, you would have heard him assigning partners. You and I are working together on the final.”

     “Oh, really? You’re good at composing, right? You always seem to know a lot when you talk in class.”

     “Yes and yes, well, at least I’ve been told my compositions are good.”

     I let out a relieved sigh. “Thank the gods.”

     Plans are made to meet up outside of class to start the project and numbers exchanged. Class lets out sooner than expected, not giving us enough time to discuss our opinions about the kind of song we should make. I didn’t have enough time to stick around and chat despite being let out early, because the next class I had was across campus. The rest of my classes pass quickly, especially the one that dives deep into prehistory. Today was the day I had been waiting ever so patiently for, aka the time in which my professor would finally bring up Lucy, the Australopithecus. 

     I arrived at the cafe in just the nick of time, spotting Youngjo sitting at a table to the right side of the entrance. Dropping into the seat across from him less than gracefully, I set my bag in the chair next to me before snatching my laptop from the depths of it. 

     Opening the device swiftly, I decided to initiate the conversation. “So, what kind of song are you wanting to do?”

     He looked up, eyes widening as though he hadn’t noted my appearance yet. “Oh, well, before I knew it would be a partner project I had wanted to make something inspired by a Norse myth.”

     “I, umm… Excuse me, what?” I asked after I gaped at him for a good thirty seconds.

     “Do you not like Norse mythology? I just always found it a bit fascinating, which is why I wanted to make a song with its influence.”

     I couldn’t help but laugh, partly in disbelief, and partly from the sheer unexpectedness of it. “Okay, I’ll bite. Is it something specific? A myth or Norse god in question you wanted to reference?”

     “There are a bunch of things I’ve thought of. A couple relating to Loki’s mischievous nature, Idun’s golden apples that are meant to preserve youth, the Valkyries, or Valhalla.”

     If there’s one thing to admit, it’s that Loki’s antics were widely known, even to me. Some were a tad nefarious, yet he was never turned out by the others. “I think the golden apples or Valhalla would be good for inspiration, but just for shits and giggles, do you have a favorite god in the Norse pantheon?”

     “Uh, I don’t know for sure, but to pick one off the top of my head it’d probably be Odin. Probably because he’s depicted with a complex character.”

     I almost choked on my water at the mention of my father. “Out of all the answers I was expecting that was nowhere on the list. You know, most people would say Thor or Loki are their favorites.”

     He shrugged. “What about you, do you have a favorite?” 

     “Uh,” I hesitate, wondering if I actually do. “I don’t have one.” I guess knowing some of them personally makes it hard to say.

     “Oh.”

     From there the conversation progressed into the meter and key of the song. Each time Youngjo talked about Norse mythology in-depth I couldn’t help but giggle at the seriousness of his voice. Clearly he knew quite a bit about it, which you found a tad endearing slightly because he didn’t know my lineage. If he had, I’m sure he would feel awkward. Yet, I find it interesting to hear someone else’s takes on everything. 

     “I think we’re going to get along well.” I murmured sometime later.

     His eyes twinkled at that, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I think the same.”

[emeraldbabygirl]

Oneus reaction; you have a paranormal experience

Hello I apologize for Ravn’s basically being an entire fic. It was an accident. I meant for his to be short. I literally spooked myself too much so read with caution on his thanks

Leedo: you were getting ready for bed, doing your nightly bathroom routine and you just finished brushing your teeth when the lights all of a sudden went off. You simply thought it was the just an electrical problem but when you reached for the light switch the door to the bathroom slammed shut. You immediately flipped. You jiggled the doorknob with one hand and flipped the light switch on and off with the other, hoping the lights would turn back on. You were completely freaked out, it was dark and you were trapped in the bathroom. You found your voice and started screaming as loud as you could hoping your boyfriend would hear you. Fear was completely in control of the situation and you were hysterical banging your fist against the door and yelling. After what seemed like hours the door swung open and the light turned back on. You saw Leedo in the hallway a look of concern and fear on his face and your body moved on it’s own to him. “I heard screaming but the door was shut what happened are you okay?” Leedo held you in his arms and walked you clear to the other end of the house. “The lights went out and then all of a sudden I was trapped in the bathroom I don’t know what the hell happened it was so scary.” You clung to Leedo’s tee crying while he held you in his arms rubbing your back. “Let’s just watch tv til morning and then we’ll see if we can call someone to check out the electrical wiring..or calling a priest couldn’t hurt.

Ravn: The house you and Youngjo were currently living in wasn’t an old house, it had a few years on it sure but it wasn’t like one of those old victorian homes where generations of people were murdered or died in. You even asked the relator before purchasing the house if it was haunted because Youngjo knew you had a fear of the spooks and you were told no. Despite all this there was definitely something going on in the basement and it was only when you were alone. Not just alone in the room but the sounds from the basement were only present when Youngjo was out of the house and off the property. There was an erie feeling you got whenever you passed the door to the basement. There was a padlock on the door because you put it there. It made you so uneasy walking past that door, it was a feeling that you had trouble describing, like you wanted to go down there but you wanted to run at the same time. You had mentioned a few times about the noises to Youngjo but he always told you it was probably rats. You clearly didn’t believe him. The longer this went on the longer you couldn’t take it. You would have nightmares about what could be down in that basement, what kinds of things happened down there, the sounds would keep you up at night and the sounds were awful noises. Distorted voices and screams that gave you chills and lots of banging and low humming noises. There were weeks at a time were you didn’t sleep because you couldn’t. You even stopped using all the rooms near the basement door because you couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible was down there. Youngjo kept trying to tell you it was just your imagination and that there was a logical explanation but he was always trying to push the subject away.

One night Youngjo had called you to tell you he was on his way home and he was bringing his friends over. You found comfort in his friends, they were caring and you trusted them. Just having people over would definitely make you feel better and help keep your mind off the basement. “Do you want us to pick up anything special for you? Do want take out or should I cook for us all?” You were in your bedroom, the one you and Youngjo shared listening to upbeat and happy music but as you talked longer with Youngjo you started hearing the noises again. Your words were catching in your throat and Youngjo could sense something was wrong. “Babe, where are you? Where are you in the house right now?” There was concern in his tone of voice. “I can hear the noises again Youngjo. They are so loud and the screams are replaced with crying. Someone is crying Ravn. I- I need to go down there.” Your body moved on it’s own walking out of your bedroom and down the steps. Almost like you were in a trance. “Speed up dammit.” Youngjo spit at whoever was driving. He had to get home fast. He couldn’t figure out why you were calling him Ravn cause you never called him that. “Baby talk to me where are you? Go back upstairs and wait for me okay? Do not go down there.” Youngjo knew you needed some kind of bolt cutters to take off all the locks and when you asked him where they were his blood ran cold. “Youngjo, I can hear the voices more clearly now. It’s sounds like they’re having a party and they’ve invited me. Youngjo I’m scared, I can’t control myself.” You were confusing and concerning your boyfriend with your quick changing mood and your words almost like you were fighting with yourself, Youngjo felt like he was losing you to that basement. “Y/n baby listen to me okay, don’t open that door listen to my voice okay? We just pulled in the driveway talk to me. Focus on the sound of my voice.” Youngjo heard a thud that he only assumed was you dropping your phone to cut the lock and Youngjo practically busted the door down and ran for you his friends close behind. “Y/n no!” Youngjo pushed you off to the side and you dropped the bolt cutters the loud thud being enough to pull you out of whatever trance you were in and all the screaming and other sounds stopped. You looked up at your boyfriend and started mumbling apology after apology and sobbing. “Something was pushing me to go down there Youngjo, it was something evil I could feel it, it was messing with my emotions and my head-” Youngjo led you away from the basement and all the way back to the car. He held you in the backseat as you and his friends all drove away from the home. “I should’ve told you this but the relator got me alone and told me about the short but horrifying history of this place. I didn’t have the guts to tell you because I knew this was your dream home. I shouldn’t have accepted it I’m sorry. We’re staying in the dorms tonight and the boys will help us pack up our stuff in the morning and we are moving. I don’t want you in that house alone for one more second.”

Hwanwoong: it was movie night and you and Hwanwoong were watching a rom-com. All snuggled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn with the only light being on was the lamp on the table next to the couch. You were so into the movie when you heard a noise and that caused you to jump, the bowl of popcorn falling off your lap and popcorn going everywhere. “Did you hear that?” you whispered at Hwanwoong.” He paused the movie to listen with you. He thought you were being ridiculously paranoid. “That’s just the wind or the neighbors or a raccoon or something.” When you heard it again you turned to Hwanwoong and he looked scared. “Ok that sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.” Hwanwoong stood up and you quickly grabbed onto him following close behind. You two were quiet as you made your way to the kitchen. The noise sounded like papers being shuffled or something moving across either the floor or the counter. You were scared and Hwanwoong could tell by how tightly you were holding on to his waist. He reached for the light switch and as soon as you saw the kitchen you screamed. Papers were all over the floor, some of the drawers and cupboards were opened, one of the chairs was knocked over and there was a glass bottle of ketchup that you both watched fly out of the fridge and crash against the opposite wall, glass going everywhere. You screamed again and ran out of the kitchen. Hwanwoong chased after you. You were sitting on the couch in tears. You couldn’t speak you were too scared. “I don’t know what just happened but don’t worry okay. Let’s go somewhere else for awhile and when our minds are clear we can come back and try to get to the bottom of this.” Hwanwoong sat next to you and pulled you into him. His arms wrapped around you stroking your hair as he consoled you. “I don’t want you to cry okay?”

Seoho: Something pulls you from your sleep. You see Seoho peacefully sleeping in front of you and as you roll over to check the time on your phone you freeze, the hairs standing up on your neck, your blood going cold. In front of the bedroom window just a few feet from your bed you see a figure standing there, a white glow around it. You can barely make out what it it before it turns it’s head to look at you and when it does you let out a scream so loud whatever it was disappears into thin air. You continue to scream in fear and an arm grabs you and you jump and scream again. “Hey hey shhh it’s just me Seoho, what happened? Why are you screaming?” Seoho pulls you into him, brushing your hair out of your face. You are breathing heavy and your heartbeat is so fast and loud Seoho can probably hear it. “I s-saw a g-g-ghost I- it was r-right over the-” you trail off and Seoho only smiles, the moonlight shining in to light up his face. “You had a another nightmare didn’t you?” Your eyebrows furrow, a little upset that he doesn’t believe you. “What? N-no Seoho, I swear I saw a full body, like a legit ghost over by the window and and when it turned to look at me it’s face, it’s face was..” you were gesturing around with your hands, tears still running down your cheeks. The image of the ghost burned into your mind. Seoho grabbed your hands and kissed them gently before helping you back into bed. “Whatever it was it’s gone now, you’re safe okay? Try to get some sleep.” Seoho held you close and you buried your head into his chest and tried think only happy thoughts.

Xion: heading to the kitchen for your afternoon snack was your favorite part of the day and usually went uninterrupted but today you got yanked into the bathroom by Xion. He slammed the door and he looked like he just saw a ghost. “Umm, so I have a delicious snack waiting for me downstairs and you decde it’s time to goof off in the bathroom?” Xion shakes his head, his eyes not meeting yours. “hey, what got you all upset love?” you ask lifting his chin up with your finger. When Xion speaks his voice is shaky and at a whisper. “I saw..I was walking out of the bathroom and I looked down the hallway towards the kitchen and I shit you not I saw a ghost.” You could tell he was frightened but you couldn’t help but laugh. That was until you heard light footsteps. You and Xion both backed away from the bathroom door. The hallway was always the lightest area in the house and the light color of the hardwood floor made it seem even brighter and made the bathroom look darker from the other side of the door. You and Xion both watched as a dark shadow passed under the door on the other side, the sound of almost childlike footsteps accompanying the shadow. You froze, your heart leapt in your throat. You felt Xion’s hand grab yours and squeeze. After it passed you waited and listened before you looked at each other and in a low and panicked voice said ‘ghost.’ It was almost comical what you did next. As if straight out of a cartoon you both reached for each other and held onto each other tightly shaking at the experience you both just shared. 

Keonhee: it was just another evening with Keonhee, you and him watching tv and relaxing after the day. You were flipping through channels until Keonhee agreed on something to watch. “You’d think with how much you like watching documentaries you wouldn’t be so picky about what it’s about.” You joked. Keonhee turned to you and laughed. “You only like the documentaries about food or animals. If I watch a doc I want it to be about history. Like the Victorian one we saw last week. That one was good.” You playfully hit him, “well I can’t help it I” You cut yourself off your eyes turning to the tv screen. The picture was turning fuzzy. “Seriously? We have a good signal. I thought static didn’t exist no more.” You turned to Keonhee who just shrugged his shoulders. Keonhee picked up the remote and flipped through a few channels and they were all the same. You both looked at each other in confusion. “Did you forget to pay the cable bill?” Keonhee asked. You were about to speak up when the screen changed colors. You were familiar with the colored lines and the black and white blocks but then the screen got even stranger. “Keonhee what is happening?” You were starting to freak out. You’d never seen anything like this. Keonhee and you both sat up on the couch, edge of the seat watching the screen become distorted. Neither one of you spoke, you couldn’t explain it. Keonhee grabbed your hand in his and gave you a squeeze. You were on edge and Keonhee could tell. That’s when a face showed up on the screen for a split second but it was long enough to get you to both scream and jump out of your seats. When you looked back at the tv it was back on like everything was normal. “You saw that too right?” Keonhee asked you. You just nodded really shocked. “What was that?” You and Keonhee were both on edge at what just happened but you tried to stay calm. “So I think ghost and I think we should call like 15 exocists or those people who rid ghosts of houses and I think I need a drink.” Keonhee and you both stood up and practically ran to the kitchen.

[baka-writings]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐒

Warnings: suggestive themes, i...got carried away

A/N: I don't know if it's only my Tumblr acting up, but when I search ONEUS to get a gif I get anything but that, so If this gif below is yours please tell me so I can cr you!

𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐧

long, heavy and passionate make session

making out with Youngjo would everytime be hot

his kisses would be passionate and deep, at times rough, If he is really horny

most of the time it'd lead to something more unless it's a quick make out session, then you'd continu that later ;)

he'd want you beneath him so he can have full control

hands all over your body

one most likely stroking your ass/thigh

the second one holding your head still

so you're looking at him

he'd move his hip A LOT

also a tease, would make u beg for him tbh

anyway

grinding his hard on you

would love it if you moan, more like it if you moan his name

he'd also be a bit cocky especially if you're being pleased just by making out with him

cuz hE dId tHaT-

anyway like i said before, it'd lead to something more, not immediately but after some time

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐡𝐨

he'd like to have you pinned against a wall

if he's really horny, he'd want to pin your hands over your head and work his was to what he wants

the other hand would travel everywhere kn your body

if he wasn't that horny, he'd let your hands be

but make sure you use them well ;)

then his hands would be on your hips to keep you closer to him

his kissed would be hungry yet sweet?

if that makes sense

hickeys

both giving and receiving

making out with Seoho would be sensual as well and might lead to something more

wouldn't always thought, but most of the time

he'd take your right there, fuck you into the wall ;)

𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨

he'd be like a gentleman he is

long make out session

at time

but mostly yes

his kisses would nost of the time be passionate and full of love

unless he's mad/jealous

to him it doesn't matter in what position you're making out

as long as he can hold you close to himself

I'm 100% sure he'd enjoy using that voice of his on you

if it's just an innocent making out he'd say something like how pretty you are etc

but if he's turned on or in a rather.. let's say not so good mood, he'd whisper some dirty shit

and we all live for it

i don't think making out with Geonhak would always lead to sex

mostly only when he's in a wild mood (you as well)

you better show him if you want to continue further tho

cuz i think even if he knew you wanted it, he'd be waiting for you to "say" something ;)

𝐊𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐞

semi long make outs ?

he'd want to be beneath you while you stradle him

preferably him laying down and you leading the make out

but i think making out with him would be so great 😭

like you'd be stradling him, his hand on your hip or thighs or both

he'd inderectly lowkey want you to move your hips

he'd be VERY vocal if you do so

while you're kissing him

kisses with Keonhee are loving, soft

most of the time.. ..

i don't think making out with him would lead to sex

probably only to some cuddling

or giving each other head tbh-

𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

this sensitive boy oh my god okay

well as much as making out with him is fun

it'd be short (no pun)

for obvious reasons

anytime he wants to make out he's cuddly.. well more than usual and folllws you anywhere you go lmao

he prefers to be stradled as well

preferably while he sits down nicely and you make your way on his lap

kisses with him are rather sloppy and playful

lots of smiling tbh

his hands would be all over you

please kiss his neck

he'd mark you

a lot tbh

move your hips a few times and he's already hard

and whiny

if you're really in the mood, tease him

make him whine more

with that also get ready for him to ruin you

cuz his hips don't lie

this gif i-

he's been ruining my sanity for the past uhh month

he'd initiate it by being clingy.. same like Hwanwoong... more than usual

𝐗𝐢𝐨𝐧

kinda slow make outs

and rather long but not too much

that's on his good days

but on his bad/lazy days he'd give you THE look (check gif)

and tell you what he wants

if you don't obey right away be ready for some teasing (& being edged oops if you do the do)

anyway

kisses are lazy yet loving

he prefers making out somewhere he can lay down and have you hover/stradle/be on top of him

but even if you're on top, he'd make sure you do what he wants

not in s demanding way ofc

but if you don't do it

HE'LL WHINE FOR A WEEK

he'd hold you in place so you don't move because he knows if you do he'll get hard soon

this way he's being a bit bratty

so tease him pls

yet again would whine

i don't think making out with him would lead to sex tho

because he's lazy

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Think about it || Ravn

Another repost of work swapping the idol out since i don't write that group anymore, btw im so sorry if you actually really like Justin Bieber I just needed to think of a topic for an argument

Prompt: "Can you please stop talking so I can kiss you?"

Synopsis: Getting in an argument with Ravn may be frustrating but quickly solvable

Pairing: Ravn x reader

Genre: fluff

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡

The argument started out fine, it was just playful. Just a simple argument, turned Ravn fuming. Insult his king like that? Mr Bieber? Really? In context he was playing a Justin song and you said you didn't like it. From pure curiosity Ravn dug further now wishing he didn’t.

“Do you not like Justin Biebers songs? You say this everytime I play him.” He said looking at you cocking a brow.

“I thought it’d be obvious by now- He is just incredibly generic for me, if I wanted love songs about not being the best boyfriend I’d listen to Maroon 5.” You said but little did you know this was going to blow up. You two continued to argue, Ravn was going in depth on how Justin is incredibly talented and you were pushing back at how it was not your cup of tea. You both soon became tired of the argument since it was from a simple statement but neither wanted to back down.

Ravn began to go into his opinion once more when you got an idea that could end the argument in seconds. Cutting him off

"Can you please stop talking so I can kiss you?" You said and the surprise quickly filled his face, being bold you walked up to him planting a kiss to his face that took him a second to return. The kiss became full of passion after an argument.

"Now can we please stop fighting on this?"

"One more kiss and I'll think about it" He said with a smirk.

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

Rejected (Ravn x Reader)

Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader

Requested?: Yes

Genre: hanahki!au, angst

Trigger Warning!!: death of a character, mentions of throwing up, suffocation

Summary: After getting rejected by your classmate, you start suffering weird symptoms.

Word Count: 2,004

A/N: It’s my first time writing hanahaki disease, but i still hope its okay. Enjoy it my friends (*^▽^*) -Admin J

It all started when you decided to confess your feelings on this year's valentines day. Even bringing homemade chocolate for a certain boy in your class. Kim Youngjo.

Sure he was rather shy and quiet but he was utterly handsome and kind. He had caught your eye on your first fay and everything he did made you fall for him more. Whether he helped you with homework, gave you his notes when you had missed class or offered to carry your books when your hands were full. It felt like you had found your soulmate and you were sure he felt the same. Why else would he be that nice to you?

So you were convinced your confession would go just fine. "Youngjo!" you called out to him when all students started to leave the classroom for lunch break. You waited until only the two of you were left in the room before you pulled the chocolates from your bag and held them out to Youngjo.

He looked unsure and his eyes wandered from you to the chocolates in your shaking hands. Why wasn't he taking them? You were more nervous than you expected to be. With a deep breath you blurted out three words, "I like you!" Inching the chocolates closer to him.

When he hesitantly took them your heart skipped a beat. He liked you too! He accepted your confession! This feeling didn't last long when he opened his mouth to speak,"Y/N. I- I'm sorry." His voice was pitiful, as he was trying had to find the right words, to make this rejection as painless as possible. "You must have gotten the wrong idea. You seemed to struggle that's why I was helping you, I didn't mean to lead you on or anything. I'm very sorry Y/N, but I like someone else."

There was a sharp pain in your heart, as if someone had stabbed a knife through it and a lump was forming in your throat. "Oh." you said, "I misunderstood." You couldn't pick your head up, too afraid that Youngjo might see the first tears forming in your eyes. He excused himself to lunch, before he put the chocolates back on your desk.

When the door closed behind him you finally let it all out. The pain in your heart even made you collapse to the ground. It took you a while to calm down and go to throw the chocolates in the trash, trying to get rid of the remains of your failed confession. If he liked someone else he shouldn't have acted like that with you. He should've just let you struggle.

There was a heavy feeling, as if someone was applying pressure to it and the lump in your throat was still there. You thought it would disappear after crying, but it felt as if you had choked on something and it was stuck in your throat. With every minute it was getting harder to breath.

After lunch the students returned to the classroom, they were cheerful and loud no one besides Youngjo seemed to know what had happened while they were gone. Good, it should stay that way. The feeling in your throat started to became so persistent that you couldn't help but have a coughing fit, hoping whatever was blocking your airways would go away. Luckily the rest of the class was loud enough for your coughing to go unnoticed, but only until the teacher came. You were trying your hardest to keep quiet, but every few minutes a cough erupted from you. It was starting to annoy the other students, they kept on throwing annoyed and angry looks your way. Even the teacher eventually couldn't hear it anymore, "Y/N if you're not feeling well go to the nurses office. You're interrupting my lesson and making it hard for everyone else to study!" His voice rang loudly through the classroom as you apologized and slowly stood up to make your way to see the school nurse.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She asked upon watching you enter her office. It was hard to talk with the lump in your throat so you pointed to your heart before choking out, "It hurts.", right after, you went into another coughing fit. The nurse sat you down on one of the beds and checked your temperature and other things, "Everything seems to be fine though. Can you elaborate your problems further?"

You wanted to, really, but nothing came out. After another cough there was a red patch in your hand. Panic struck you, were you coughing up blood? However upon further inspection you realized it wasn't blood, but rather the petal of a red rose.

Before you could question it further you felt something coming up your throat. When the nurse realized you were retching she handed you a bucket to throw up in. Just a few seconds later it was filled with petals of red roses. "Is this some kind of joke you kids are trying to play on me? Get out." The nurse got angry, thinking you were playing tricks on her. But you weren't.

You didn't know what was happening either. Were you hallucinating? Did you really just throw up rose petals? How was that even possible? The pressure on your chest got a little better after throwing up, the lump in your throat as well. But that would change again soon. Deciding to go home instead of back to class you exited school swiftly.

At home you went to bed, trying to forget about everything that had happened, hoping you would wake up and it was all just a bad dream. As you thought about Youngjo's rejection to your confession the sharp pain in your heart and the nauseous feeling came back. You had to run to the bathroom to make it in time to throw up in the toilet.

Red! Red petals once again. The uncertainty of whatever was wrong with you made you cry. You were sitting in the bathroom hugging your knees and crying, once in a while coughing up or throwing up flowers. With every minute it was getting harder to breath it felt like you were dying. Never before had you been in this much pain. Not only emotionally from getting rejected, but also physically.

~*~

The next morning you woke up on your cold bathroom floor. It was still hard to breath but it wasn't as bad as before. Despite the ache in your chest, you went to class. It felt as if you were getting accustomed to the new feeling, or so you thought.

As soon as Youngjo entered the classroom the nausea and the suffocating feeling come back. You had to storm out of the classroom, accidentally bumping the boys shoulder on your way out. Youngjo looked after you with a worry written all over his face. You've been acting weird since he rejected you yesterday. Could it be you were acting like that because of him?

He decided to follow you to confront you about the way you were acting. He called after you to stop but you didn't stop. When you entered the restroom, Youngjo was stuck waiting for you in  front of the door, but it didn't seem like you would come out any time soon.

The bell rang, indicating that first period just started, but you had still not come out. Youngjo sighed, when he was about to turn away he suddenly heard a weird sound coming from the inside of the restroom. Could it be you were sick? Did you need help. After all Youngjo decided to go inside, only to find you leaning over the sink with tears streaming down your face and barely being able to hold yourself up.

When you spotted Youngjo standing behind you through the mirror the petals came up once again and blocked your airways completely. At this point you had figured that Youngjo was somehow connected to whatever was happening to you. The closer he was to you, the worse you felt.

His eyes were open in shock as he watched you throw up a flood of flower petals. What was going on? Where you okay? Before he could question you on it he watched you fall unconscious. "Y/N!", he called out and rushed to your side. He acted on instinct, calling 911 to get help as quickly as possible.

The medics looked at him weirdly when he tried to explain he had just watched you throw up flower petals, they too thought it was some kids trying to play jokes on authorities, but there was no denying that you needed help as you were still unconscious. So they decided to take you to the hospital with them to get you checked out. Originally Youngjo wanted to come along with you, but the medics told him to stay in school and get back to class, they would take care of you and he could come see you once your better.

However, Youngjo decided to skip first period and rather go to the library. The image of you throwing up flower petals was burned into his mind. Was there any disease that made you do that? He couldn't find anything about it.

~*~

The news that you had been admitted to the hospital spread quickly. There was a vague official statement from teachers that you had been put into artificial coma, so many people started spreading rumors. Some said you had tried to commit suicide, others said you were sick or that you just pretended to skip school, but no one actually knew the truth. It made Youngjo furious, adding to the anger that he didn't know what exactly was wrong with you either even though he had witnessed what had happened.

The incident was now already a week ago, but Youngjo still couldn't forget about it. He really wanted to know what was going on with you. You were obviously sick but how bad was it? Then he spotted an opportunity during biology class. "Teacher! Is there a disease that makes you throw up flower petals?" He spoke up in the middle of class. Everyone looked at him confused, but he was determined to find an answer.

"A disease that makes you throw up flower petals? Youngjo where have you heard of that?" The teacher asked, raising an eyebrow. Youngjo shrugged not wanting to tell the whole class about what he had witnessed. "Well, I never heard of anything like that in real life." His teacher started, "However, there are some poems and novels that talk about a disease like that. The scientific name for it would be Hanahaki disease. Personally I wouldn't classify it as an actual sickness." Youngjo was confused, so you had some kind of fictional disease? "The cause of Hanahaki disease is one sided love. When the victim's feelings do not get returned they start throwing up flower petals." His teacher explained further. Youngjo put the pieces together. So you were sick because he rejected your confession? He was scared to ask, "Is there a cure for it?" "Well, if the victim's beloved starts to return their feelings the victim gets cured of the disease."

Youngjo's heart dropped, "W-What if the feelings don't get returned?" "Then the victim will probably suffocate from the petals filling their airways. A quite crucial death." The biology teacher sighed. So it was Youngjo's fault you were sick and in the hospital, with some kind of fictional disease? It seemed so unreal.

~*~

A few days later the homeroom teacher entered the classroom with a grim face. Her announcement made Youngjos heart break. "This morning I got a message from Y/N's parents. Y/N died yesterday evening in the hospital, there was nothing the doctors could do." Yongjo didn't know what to do, his whole body felt numb. It was his fault you were dead! It was all his fault! He felt sick, almost as if he had to throw up.

[annyeongffs]

#𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀.

𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌!

𝘅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗎𝗍. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗌.

𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒏:

𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗆

• ravn as a dom is so hot to me like just picture him holding you down to keep you still when he’s on top,, anyways he seems like a perfect ‘middle ground’ dom: i.e not really strict but not incredibly vanilla, kinda leaning towards the harder side tho. could 10/10 see this man being into choking and hairpulling (both giving) and probably looooves guiding his sub when receiving oral. also hnnng he gives me major dirty talk vibes... imagine the absolute degradation that could come outta his mouth ugh but he’d be the softest boi when it comes to aftercare!!!

𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒉𝒐:

𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• this man. this man right here. will edge you til sunrise, will gag you with your own clothes or leave you tied to the bed, and will most certainly make you beg for your orgasm so hard you cry. basically seoho puts the hard in hard dom. also seems hella exhibitionist if you ask me (but only in the sense of letting other people hear not rly letting them see)... tbh i feel like he’s into a lot of kinky shit where he gets to be in control. mirror sex, tying his s/o up, corruption kink, choking, blindfolding; honestly this man is the definition of dom, and if you even think abt acting bratty then seoho can have you begging to be put back in your place.

𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐:

𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗆

• i am all about that leedo giving overstim agenda!! he isn’t the world’s hardest dom, but oh boy can he DELIVER when he’s making the rules. prepare to receive the best oral of your fucking life when he goes down- he won’t stop until you’re shaking and crying, probably gets off on knowing he can ruin you with just his mouth. also i can rly see him being into less generalized kinks like petplay or temperature play... his secret fantasy would be going down on his sub with an ice cube in his mouth. and i can’t be the only one thinking he wants to wrap his hands around his s/o’s neck right?? but anyways,, dom leedo will leave you wrecked before he even really fucks you.

𝑲𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒆:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗆

• he seems so sweet and vanilla on screen, and for the most part he probably is. but when keonhee’s in control... mans is in CONTROL. you wanna mess around & act bratty? good luck getting him to let you cum. doesn’t care for brats and will refuse to give you what you want until you submit (another kpop boy with those soft brat tamer vibes!) and is probably the most dangerous mix of sweet and seductive. i could see him rly being into the foreplay aspect of sex,, finding that buildup and rising tension really appealing in the sense that he controls the pace. probably also loves hearing how good his s/o feels during the act pls someone fulfill this mans praise kink and could potentially be into light bondage; not a big dom but he’s no joke in bed.

𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈:

𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• hwanwoong is a massive switch and all of tumblr agrees with this. however when he isn’t busy being a bratty sub... this boy can fuck you UP. i could totally see him being into the absolute kinkiest stuff ever- name a kink and i bet that if he hasn’t already tried it then he’s definitely down to. obviously experimentalist but i’m sensing some massive degrader energy too (just imagine how much of a fucking tease this man could be, saying all sorts of nasty things to you in public!! ugh!). and pls, for the love of god, if you want the best fuck of your life just tug on his hair. mans will go absolutely bonkers.

𝑿𝒊𝒐𝒏:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝖽𝗈𝗆 / 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗆

• so we all know xion is a softie,, but that one line he has in no diggity the one where he literally says “fuck off” in korean proves that he definitely has a harder side. not a hard dom by any means but he for sure could take the lead in bed; i can see him being into vanillafied dom stuff like impromptu bondage (no bdsm ropes but more like using a belt or a tie in the heat of the moment)... someone help me bc i’m getting serious vibes that xion wants to spit in his sub’s mouth!!! like he might not be ridiculously kinky and he doesn’t always push his s/o against the wall during foreplay, but damn can he leave you breathless. i feel like he might also have a slight thing for body worship- praise this man and you will never go to bed disappointed.

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ways you show your love to them

genre: fluff

desc: different ways you express your love for the members of oneus <3

YOUNGJO

—wrapping your arms around his waist and rocking side to side.

—pecking his lips lightly before you start kissing him.

—telling him you love him all the time.

—“i love you so much, you know that, right?”

—sitting on his lap and running your fingers through his hair while you lay your head on his chest.

—directing all your attention towards him whenever he talks about how he feels.

—kissing all over his face to wake him up in the morning.

—showering together and washing his hair for him.

—holding hands whenever your out in public places.

—walking up to him when he’s cooking and kissing his neck softly.

—leaning your head on his shoulder to remind him that you’re there.

—making a playlist for him filled with songs that describe how you feel about him.

—making a playlist for him filled with songs that describe how you feel about him.

—covering him in your jacket (s) whenever he gets cold.

—brushing his gorgeous hair away from his face.

—“your hair is really really soft.”

—taking a polaroid of him and placing it on the back of your phone case.

—wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him close to you so you could whisper funny things into his ear to make him laugh.

—kissing his cheek whenever you two are cuddling.

—holding onto his arm and staying close to him in public.

GUNHAK

—kissing his muscles because they deserve a lot of love and care.

—wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards your face so you can rub noses.

—pinching or squishing his cheeks.

—clinging onto him whenever he leaves for long periods of time.

—“don’t leave me again, i missed you.”

—playing with his hands while you lay in bed and talk about stuff.

—doing anything to make him laugh because his smile is absolutely beautiful.

—holding him and rubbing his back when he’s upset.

—keeping all of your focus on him when he talks about something serious.

—in the morning, you’d sit on his lap and kiss all over his face to wake him up.

KEONHEE

—outlining his facial features with your finger while he’s sleeping.

—kissing his lips that were covered in whipped cream from his hot chocolate.

—making sure that he’s the happiest boy in the world.

—kissing his cheeks repeatedly until he starts blushing (which is..automatic.)

—buying him his favorite disney character plushie just to make him happy.

—praising him and telling him how proud you are.

—“you did so good today, i’m so proud.”

—making him a cute bento box and bringing it to him for lunch.

—buying him a very big and fluffy jacket in winter so he can stay warm.

—wrapping him in your arms and kissing his temple when he gets scared.

HWANWOONG

—giving him soft and gentle head pats.

—recording him and hyping him up every time he dances because, he’s just so amazing at it.

—running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp.

—telling him how beautiful he looks.

—“let me take a picture of you, you look so pretty.”

—pulling him towards you by his hands and then wrapping your arms around his waist.

—feeding him food.

—putting little pigtails into his hair.

—running up to him and wrapping him in a bear hug.

—randomly kissing his lips when he starts talking..just to make him blush.

DONGJU

—talking his selfies for him and hyping him up while he blushes.

—grabbing his cheeks in your hands and kissing his pouty lips.

—buying him a piece of clothing and urging him to try it on and then show you, because he looks so perfect.

—“please don’t take that off, it looks amazing on you.”

—walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

—intertwining your fingers and swinging your hands back and forth.

—having those mornings when you’re just lazy in bed, so you pull him closer to you and kiss his neck softly before you fall back to sleep.

—attacking him with hugs and kisses the whole entire day for his birthday.

—feeding him the strawberries off of the chocolate cake.

—pecking his lips and telling him you love him whenever he gets slightly jealous.

[fluffytsukino1009]

Sleeping with ONEUS

Summary: ONEUS members reacting to sleep with their s/o

Warning: It's just fluff, my dear

A/N: Not gonna lie, is very satisfying to write this.

Masterlist

Ravn

Not just cuddles but he likes to lock you up in his arms, pets your head and back until you fall sleep. If it's been a rough day he still let you sleep in his arms but don't expect the same enthusiasm. First thing he does in the morning is kissing your forehead, even when he's still half way sleep.

Seoho

Pretends he doesn't need the intimacy so he'll only allow to hold hands, usually his arm past over your waist right to take your hand, but sometimes it's you who rest a hand over his torso so he knows you need the contact. To wake you up he kisses you all over your ear, loves how that makes you shriver.

Leedo

You know he prefers to be small spoon even if he insists to deny it, so when you sleep he's usually back at you, you put one leg over his waist and kiss his shoulders. Repeats "Jagi" until you're up and stretch your body, giggles at your sleepy face and kiss you gently good morning.

Keonhee

Either sings for you or talk his head out until you're sleep, if you're the one talking then he's gotta force himself bad to stay awake, gets frustrated if he falls sleep before you end talking. Cherish every day you wake up late because he likes to stare at you sleeping, thinks you look gorgeous like that, and he's not wrong.

Hwanwoong

Usually falls sleep in the couch while you watch your shows on tv, you snuggle over his chest and hours later he wakes and carry you to bed. Every morning tickles you until you wake up, then you can do the bed together and if you're in the mood he'll be happy to join you at the shower.

Xion

Exactly the type to help you brush your hair and wash your face before going to bed, then ask you to rest your head on his chest and hears you talk about your day while he plays with your fingers. Most likely, ok, only one likely, to make you breakfast and take it to bed before your up.

[yuthoe]

ONEUS Ravn x Ballroom Dancing

hey hey hey, i’m back, but this time with some HCs from one of the boys from ONEUS! honestly didn’t think i’d write for them, but honestly i should have known when the teaser images for “TBONTB” dropped lmao. anyways, if you’ve read any of my PTGxBallroom HCs or saw me gagging in this post, then you know i’ve been wanting to make ONEUSxBallroom HCs too mwahahahaha (i blame covid and how long it’s been since i last danced. am i projecting? mayhaps.)

(also damn, these things keep getting longer and longer lol)

PAIRING: RAVN x reader. GENRE: headcanons. WARNINGS: n/a. WORD COUNT: 975.

Master List

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A Latin dancer that lowkey does some other styles. He isn’t one to brag about it, but he was in a dance group back in high school, and they were actually pretty popular. They were a mixed styles group, so they did some jazz, some hip hop, some other things. How he became a ballroom dancer is a different story, though.

Urban Boyz (the dance troupe) was attending a competition in the same building as a preliminary dancesport competition (Standard Division), and he was intrigued at all the outfits. So after his group’s performance, he decided to check it out, sneak at peek through the slightly open door.

Youngjo was totally taken aback by the fluid movements of the dancers on the floor, the way the follows’ skirts sailed through the air like wings, and the way the leads dodged through everyone else and avoiding a collision while still doing the choreography. He was entranced.

He got home that night and looked it up, asked his parents if he could join ballroom classes on the weekends, and somehow learning proper framing the next Saturday. 

He started out in Standard, and while he was good at it, he realized it didn’t feel right, so he sat in on a cha-cha-cha class after his waltz lessons.

And BOY Youngjo absolutely loved it! He loved all the complicated steps and the arm choreography, the sass and strength of the dance. After that session, he finally figured out what he really wanted from ballroom.

He kept training all the way through high school and college, but he didn’t quit the dance troupe, nor did he stop exploring other styles. He just really really likes ballroom. So in the event you want to dance something other than Latin, you just just kind of look up choreography online or make some up on your own.

Offer to go to the gym with him and he’ll say no; but during conditioning days, he’ll take all the aches and pains in stride without once complaining. (Also he doesn’t tell you, but he does go to the gym sometimes, when he needs to let off some steam or if he’s noticed he’s becoming more Bbangjo than Youngjo.)

The epitome of shy when you first met at the studio he trains at. He’s quite the quiet type, but when you became partners you got to know his softer and more caring side, along with his more mischievous and funny traits. The more you got to know each other, the better he led you, and soon he was twirling you around and anchoring you like you’ve been partners for years rather than months.

You’d be the first to admit that he flusters you--it’s the look he gives you when you dance the rumba or paso, the way he rests his hand on your shoulder blade just so but still firm enough to guide you into a dip. He’s a natural lead and you consider yourself blessed for having such a capable and attentive partner.

His Instagram and Twitter are full of selfies--sometimes in training clothes, other times in costume. He posts something every week, whether it’s asking how his fans are doing, or just dumping his photos on social media because he’s running out of space on his phone.There’s one set of selfies that he posted that he took before your samba heat was up, and the slicked back hair paired with the deep v-neck suit? Absolutely incinerated all his fans.

Facebook exists just for competition announcements other gigs he might have. Has a secret SoundCloud that he had from way before, but he hardly posts there anymore. Doesn’t stop his fans from listening to his beautiful songs and covers, though.

The cha-cha-cha has a special place in his heart. It’s the first Latin dance he actually learned and he just feels so happy and energized while dancing it. Loves that it’s simultaneously crisp and soft in certain parts, and definitely taps his foot to the beat when he hears it in the supermarket.

Youngjo doesn’t shy away from the passion of the paso doble, though. The shaping of the body is what intrigues him about the dance. He’s already tall, but somehow when he dances the paso he just becomes taller, feels stronger. It’s also an excuse to make eyes at you and challenge you.

He’d posted this cover on his YouTube (that doesn’t really get a lot of action) one time and you joked about making a routine for it. But Youngjo, always one to look for excuses to get close to you, immediately wanted to give it a go.

The song is perfect for a rumba, but you both decided to speed it up a little--you thought you’d be able to show off better (read: steamier) choreo if it were just a tad bit faster.

You worked on the dance during one of your free days, and it was a struggle to not blush whenever you’d have to get up in each other’s faces. You’d been partners for literal years now, what’s got you so flustered?

Needless to say, Youngjo enjoyed it (the practice and your flushed face) very much.

You decided to film it in the studio, dressed very smart casual--Youngjo’s in a simple v-neck with his dance pants and Cuban heels, and you just put on a plain shirt, loose pants, and your heels. The aim was to be as sultry as possible without the aid of any “sexy” costumes.

You uploaded it onto your YouTube and within hours, fans were making GIFs and edits to the video, and it even got featured on some dancesport accounts on Twitter and Facebook. His friends from the studio keep teasing him about how greasy he was in the video, they’re never gonna let him live it down--just like with Leedo and that commercial.

[iheartbangchan97]

The fact that Ravn used to be a church teacher and yet he does stuff like this got me on my knees begging for forgiveness for sinning. 🙏🏽