#victon.drabble

[bearseokie]

faint blush

— Built up emotions are finally spilling, and Subin uses the chance of the empty space to fill your relationship with a lending heart and lingering kisses.

request 1: Helloo how you doing? Hope you’re okay!! And also thank you for taking requests! Could you please write how would be a late night date + cuddles with subin(victon)? Thank you🥰

request 2: Hihi:) I hope you're still taking requests i love your writing so muuuch!!!! Thank you for opening requests tho! Anyway, can I get a fluff/smut with victon's Subin where he's bored alone at the dorms and asks his s/o to come over and the rest is up to you, please? jdfjjkfsd he just made a vlive today and i couldn't stop thinking how would be staying with him like that

DETAILS — [ NC-17 | drabble | .628k ] PAIRING — subin x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — romance, fluff, suggestive, friends to lovers, idol! au WARNINGS — awkward scenarios, shared kisses, heavy make-outs

First he texted. “What are the odds you’re actually free tonight?”

Then he called. “Hear that? It’s the sound of nothing. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

Then his doorbell rang, finding you standing in the hallway holding two bags of more food than necessary. He had finally convinced you through his drawn out pouts, constant sparkling eyes into the camera, and even his delightfully whiny voice over the phone’s speaker to come to his side for the night. Just the two of you alone for the first time in so long, you were sitting at the table in almost awkward silence.

If you could comprehend the man from over the table, ignore the food growing cold and only see his bright face trying to hide the sly smile— you’d see how beloved you were to Subin. From being friends in high school, to following one another to college, words couldn’t form what you wanted to actually say to him. Then again, Subin isn’t much for chatting.

Candles blowing with the air from the vents, the scent of the food and light air freshener, along with his perfume in your nose. You had asked for a time like this so often that it felt like you were in a dream, pinching yourself beneath the table and out of his sight.

Dinner finished, table clean, and his arm finally taking its place on the back of the sofa as he sat down closer to you than normal. “Is this too strange?”

You knew better than to ruin such a moment. But his lips looked so smooth, breath wavering over your face as you closed in to seal the first kiss ever shared between you and him. Mouths moving in tandem, the feeling of his palm moving to cup your cheek made your heartbeat run shallow as if your own body was attempting to listen to his own organ beating in his chest. Everything in sync, his soft hair between your fingers at the nape of his neck and his soft breaths filling your lungs, Subin was the first to pull away.

Sucking in all of the air he could find around him, his chest puffed and his back arched backwards into the soft pillow of the couch, his eyes set on your frame. Hands clasped in your lap, you awaited his words. Anything— a sound or gentle voice, but he only smiled.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to do that?” Your voice groggy, still thinking about his deep kiss like he, too, had been waiting years for the most possible silence to give you the right time to release your love for one another like now.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about doing that, but was too scared?”

“Then do it as many times as you’d like, Subin.”

His face enclosed on your own, hands taking place on your waist to pull you into his body as he let his back fall onto the cushions of the sofa. With you on top of him and his arms holding you close, your lips locked back together in a heated motion. Tongue swiping, lips overlapping, moans coming from the backs of your throats: it was like all of the tension that had lasted years released in a single minute.

Your bodies clashed in ways that were new to the two of you, minds enthralled by each other and not focusing on the surroundings. Lip pulled between his teeth, the rattling of the front door’s knob followed by the turning of the key in the lock startled the two of you enough to separate on impact. Forms pressing into the dorm, your bodies sat on opposite sides of the couch with bright red cheeks and diverted eyes.

“Did we interrupt something?”

[bearseokie]

passion

— Having lasted through mutual feelings with your close friend Hanse, passionate kisses bring your true feelings to light.

DETAILS — [ NC-17 | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — hanse x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — f2l! au, fluff, suggestive WARNINGS — heated kisses, too much detail about hanse’s lip ring tbh, your heart might beat fast too.

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Serene, his lips pressed against your cheek, holding them to your skin while basking in the tranquil moment. The cold ring linked through his bottom lip sent a chill up your spine, the accessory persistent, accelerating to your senses.

It nearly drove you mad the way his teeth would always maneuver the silver ring back and forth in thought. Always a jittery flutter in your chest when his tongue lapped over the small loop, a simple motion created by the muscle that made you shiver.

The feeling of his warm lips pulling from your skin brought you back to reality. His cheeks were flustered with a faint shade of pink, hand wrapped around your wrist with two fingers perfectly aligned with your radial artery to feel the pulsing heartbeat racing from your thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” he smiled a toothless smile, blinking behind his glasses as the light from the dusk-filled sky outside shimmered through the living room’s window. “Why is your heart beating so fast right now?”

His long hair drifted to the side when his head tilted, a mocked expression on his face. The color of your face mimicked his, the blush immediately noticed by him as he let out a light chuckle. Pulling at his hold on your wrist, your hands covered your face, his laughter only growing at your suddenly shy state.

“Is it me?” he asked. Teeth nibbling at his lip, the same wave of butterflies from your memory lingered in your gut, watching the ring glide against his white teeth before a small pout took over. “It is me. What are you thinking?”

Your hands slowly lowered from covering your face, eyes dull in attempts to hide the tight feelings rocking your entire form. Neither of you had gotten to this moment yet, linked together with a force of sheer passion, an admiring ambiance. No name or label, Hanse had been your person for months, but you felt more.

“Fine.” he spoke gently.

Pulling at your wrist with little force, your face moved closer to his. Emphatic, he didn’t like waiting and knew the right timings and places to pull something from the deepest part of your mind.

His cold ring connected with your skin again, pressing his lips firmly beneath your jawline. The accessory made your eyes squeeze shut, the kiss pulling a full breath from your lungs in a gasp. He was there, mollifying any source of worry you had built inside of you. The silk of his mouth guided you closer to him, your arms wrapping securely around his neck to straddle his waist. His grip around you was gentle, fingertips tracing the exposed skin where your shirt lifted.

The ridges of his fingers pulled at your skin, gripping you tighter. Retreating from your neck, his lips parted to take in a breath, eyes watery when he blinked up at you.

“Tell me.” he whispered, voice shaky.

“H-How do you feel about this?” you asked him, his brows raising from the question.

His nose brushed against your chest, head falling into the crook of your neck to embrace you tighter. Forehead turning hotter from your heated body, the coolness of his breath brought bumps to your skin, his own breathing unsteady and nervous. You felt his face shift, teeth sinking into his bottom lip once more.

Words weren’t his exact language, his tongue running a slick strip across your collarbone pulling a moan from you. Fingertips drawing circles into your lower back, your bent knees dug into the sofa. Entranced by him like a trap holding a piece of cheese, you were the mouse that took the bait. Now stuck inside the metal clasp struggling to survive, at least you had the cheese.

Your fingers clasped at the base of his neck released to run along the soft skin, his hair lacing between your fingers. The fine locks smelled of a sweet scent from his conditioner, the smell filling your nostrils and calming you.

“You.” you released the word with an exhale. His eyes flickered in the sunset. Glowing, orange light filled into the room through the thin curtains over the window. “You’re why my heart beats so fast. I like you. Too much. You’re clouding all of my thoughts”

He didn’t even take in your words before his lips were colliding with yours. Mouths moving in tandem, he pressed your chest into his. Fingers running over your spine, his palm pressed forward to arch your back, a moan coming from him when your tongue ran over his bottom lip. The cold ring connected with your warm muscle, nose inhaling a quick breath. He smiled into the kiss, your heartbeat so hard in your chest that it reverberated into his own ears being so close, listening to it beat rapidly each time your tongue crossed over his lip ring.

“I can tell.” He was witty, as always. You shook your head at him with a laugh.

He began to toy with you, lips moving with yours harder until you felt your skin turning plump. Tongues overlapping, your hold on his hair loosened to glide your hands around his neck again, taking his jawline into your hold to steady him. Thumbs pressed into his cheeks, the smooth skin against the pads of the digits held a light coat of sweat running down his temples, heated from the exchange. Passionate, the kiss was filling the cold spot in your heart, an answer arriving between both of you about your relationship.

Your lips felt swollen when he finally pulled away, head resting back against the couch as he grinned at you. A laugh vibrated his chest adjacent to yours, rocking you forward to place his hands on your thighs. You could feel your body tingling, aligned with him in a beatific way, his eyes matching yours was a symbol of true love.

“Then I think we’re gonna have a problem-” his cheeky grin melted your confused look, eyes flashing with a sense of affection. “-because I’m in love with you.”

[bearseokie]

with flying colors

— Struggling to stay focused on your notes for an exam, Seungsik offers assistance.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | .655k ] PAIRING — seungsik x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — fluff, comfort WARNINGS — mentions of being scared to fail a class!, established relationship

Bleak notes before you, your fingers had been at it for hours. A pen in your hand, careless notes written nearly straight from the textbook, you had long checked out mentally from studying. With a huge exam on its way - one not meant to be failed - it was easy to say you were in over your head.

But then again, Seungsik did always know what to say in these moments. His head poking past the doorway of your shared bedroom to check on you. “You know if you read over your notes a few minutes before you sleep, you’ll remember them naturally.”

“Oh, is that true?” His form pressed into the room, long legs carrying him to the bed where you laid on your stomach to read over the jumbled notes that were hardly intelligible in the first place.

“Yes, it’s been scientifically proven.” Every bone in the man’s body must be funny for him to be this unintentionally comedic.

“Then I’ll take the science route of things and wait another-” Your eyes met the digital clock past his frame, the man swaying in front of your view seconds before you could see the second number. “-give or take an hour before I try reading over them again.”

His smile ran wide, arms stretching out like he had been waiting on you to say the word ‘wait’ all evening. Seungsik was compelled by your studying habits, nearly called them cliché to the schooling world because you treated them with the utmost importance. But when you dipped into the bedroom all alone to study instead of using him as a partner, he knew you weren’t going to have the easiest time with the subject.

“Why can’t studying be easier?” You called out with a huff. Claiming that you had come this far just to chicken out now wasn’t an option, but it did sound nice.

“Because then everyone would pass the class with flying colors!” Seungsik’s hand scooped up your own, dragging your form to the edge of the bed and allowing your legs to swing over. Knees to just below his own, the man’s torso crouched before you until your eyes were aligned. “And where’s the fun without competition?”

“Education should never be a competition.”

“How do you explain honorary systems?”

“Unfair.”

The man couldn’t help but reel in laughter at your response, his body slowly turning and taking a seat next to you. Arm at your shoulder blades, the firmness of his arm pushed at the book and notes placed on top of the comforter to make room for you and him to lie back. Even with the man right at your side now, you understood his simplification of the exam would turn you restless for the night.

But restless was quite the opposite, if you were in Seungsik’s perspective. He had watched your eyelids fall and reopen in worry, saw your handwriting run messier over your shoulder when you didn’t know he snuck in an hour before now, and even watched as your eyes fought sleep in the current moment.

Lifting his arm at his side and clenching the one beneath you to pull you against his chest, he took the pages of notes from off the book and into his grasp. Sight trailing the work, notes not very well summed up from the textbook but good enough, his tongue started moving. Each word you wrote was spoken by the one you loved, going straight into your tired ears like a lullaby that you would be able to reference clearly in the morning despite your exhaustion now.

“And just think about it.” The man spoke gently into your ear, the last few lines of notes read off seconds before. “When you leave that building tomorrow after you’ve passed the test, I'll be waiting by the car to give you a reward.”

The irony of it all? You knew you’d pass.

“What reward?”

“A kiss.”

[bearseokie]

fae

— An overdue encounter with the man that had been sending you love letters, you find that Seungwoo’s more buoyant and fanciful than he could have ever expressed on paper.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — faerie! seungwoo x human! gender-neutral! reader GENRE — magical! au, romance, fluff, slight comedy WARNINGS — first encounter with a secret admirer, mentions of anxiety

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Bid me your gentle gaze when we meet face to face.

You had witnessed the man create a flower from thin air, the rose’s stem between his fingers held gently as he tilted the flower to your face. The petals smelled strongly of the flower and himself, Seungwoo’s lips curving into a graceful smile. His eyes glistened with shifting colors, pupils dilating from the shade of your porch.

Pages of cursive had been slipped into your mailbox for months, a secret admirer that had a way with words making their way into your heart. With the sun shining far over the world in full brightness, he made his way up your sidewalk — his presence already getting to you. He didn’t even have to knock, the scent of his cologne laced into the cream colored pages lingering at your door and drawing you to the wooden gate instantly. The cold touch of the knob twisting in your fingers, your breath drew from you as you took him in.

Tall and handsome, his hair fluffed by the wind during his journey, the oversized coat on his torso even in the brink of the heat — he was wondrous. His name had been written on the last of the letters, talks of coming to meet you being well wishes until your eyes trailed up his form to meet his golden-light irises. He told you he was eccentric, but watching his thumb run along the padding of his middle finger to forge a flower; you knew the world had secrets, and Seungwoo was one of them.

“For you.” Lips moving so delicately, his voice made a shiver run up your spine and chills cross your skin.

Warm eyes like ripples in the petal of a rose.

Your frame stood in the doorway in slight shock, his hand placing the flower between your fingertips before taking a step back. He could only watch you, astonished that he finally had you in front of him after so long. So many words, so many emotions — you had caught his sight and never left.

“Your coat.” Voice soft and almost unheard, Seungwoo’s cheeks rose with a reddening tent. He was too warm, but what was beneath the jacket was still a mystery.

“I can’t take it off just yet.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll fear me.”

“Seungwoo.” The man visibly shuddered at his name falling from your tongue, your body leaning into the frame of the doorway as heat seeped into your cooled home. “I watched you pull a flower from nowhere, nothing else can surprise me.”

The layers of glitter on my back will only be known by you.

The leather coat moved backwards with his tight arms stretching out. The fabric gave way, his eyes shifting to the ground as the wings on his back fluttered into your view. Glittered just like the letters said, your hand rose into the air to feel the wind they battered in your direction. His face crimson and eyes worried, your palm met his chin, finger tilting his head up to meet your gaze once more.

And you will shed me of my worry. Give me a kiss and tell me you do not mind my secret.

You didn’t hesitate for a moment, the words in your mind like the letter was still in your grasp. Hand delicately placed at his chin, you pulled the man forward with the rose clenching in your other fist. Seungwoo’s knees buckled as he hovered over you, your tug pushing his head to the side to press a kiss into his hot cheek. Eyes squinting with his smile, his dark wings quivered against his back, his bare chest in your view causing the temperature around your body to rise.

“I think you’re a cherish-able one, Seungwoo.”

His eyes went shut, chest panting breaths. He was so touched by you. Even the dullest of days had been motivated by his words, his sweet scent on the pages ridding you of any problems as you pressed into your mattress and read the new edition. Balance, love had blossomed.

“Would you like me better if I was any different?”

His pupils blew at his own question, your lips forming a pout at the idea of wanting him to be any other way. No direct visual to his words in the letters, his tall frame positioned in your view was nothing you could have imagined — but it was Seungwoo.

“I couldn’t change you, even if I tried.” you laughed, smile bright and infectious to the man filled with anxiety. “Seriously, you seem miraculous.”

The word had him vibrating with excitement, face the same color as the rose still held in your hand. Frequent, the man had won you over before even meeting you, his face dipping down to align with yours for full contact.

I’ll look you in the eyes.

Brown eyes glistening with gold sparkles in the faint sunlight behind him; he was like a film you watched as a child. Memories of your surroundings during the moment in your thoughts going with you well into adult age, familiar scents finding you throughout life, flash images of the film you couldn’t remember watching all of — home.

You’ll stare back at me.

You rejoice in finding the movie again, sitting down with your older eyes and becoming enchanted with every frame. Seungwoo’s large hand moved into your peripheral, lifting your palm to place against his own. Heat of his skin attaching to your cells when his fingers gently plucked between your own, he was lacing them together.

Even as time passed you by, your mind was still bewildered by the film. Every quote you memorized without trying, the colors gaining your attention, the triggers of scents your mind recreated to gain comfort as you watched the screen change. Seungwoo stood before you, the personified version of the letters he wrote. He gave his heart to you, and you gave him yours.

And we’ll know fate played its part in how fast our hearts beat for one another — in love.

[bearseokie]

generic

— Stuck inside with your best friend on a rainy day, Hanse is convinced he can make the time eventful.

DETAILS — [ PG | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — bestfriend! hanse x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — fluff WARNINGS — mentions of a thunderstorm, snarky hanse, a bit of angst for like a second

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Earbuds in his ears blasting music, the beat vibrated his entire body. The skin of his thighs under your head was soft, his mind lost in the book within his hands. Your form laid on the couch with your head on his lap, staring at the ceiling without much thought. Restless, you sat up slowly with a loud sigh blowing your hair in front of your face.

The day had been set off by the entire morning being thunderstorms, the plans you had put together with Hanse instantly ruined by the dull weather. The park was flooded and too dangerous to go roller skating, opting out for laying on the couch and resting instead. The smile on his lips was warm when you turned to look at him, his index finger and thumb pulling at one of the buds to hear himself laugh at you.

“Not so easy sitting still, is it?” he asked, the tone of his voice confident. Your nose scrunched, arms cross over your chest with another huff. “Oh, lighten up. There are going to be plenty of other chances for us to go rollerskating in the park.”

“We got rained out, Hanse.” you said softly, eyes boring into his bright ones.

“So what?” he said. Standing, his thumb pressed over the pause button to his music, tossing the book onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. “There are plenty of other things to do inside.”

“Like what?” you asked, eyes squinted at him in annoyance.

“Like-” he began, the last letter of the word being drug out as he peered around the room. “-ah!”

His voice chimed, humming to himself as he disappeared into your room. Little noise derived from his plan, returning to the living room with your pillows and blankets cascaded over his body. The soft fabrics plummeted to the ground, a loud screech coming from the coffee table as he moved it against a far wall. Your eyes trailed him, watching the blankets be spread out and placed underneath heavy objects such as candles and decorations. As Hanse went on, his shenanigans became more reasonable, a fort built over the couch where you sat as he crawled into the warm space wearing a smile. Clicking on the little switch to your string of lights, the shielded area looked cozy and welcoming.

“You’re ridiculous.” you laughed at him, watching his body fall onto the soft pillows and stretch out from within the entrance.

“Hey, nothing’s better than a generic blanket fort on a rainy day!” he gleamed.

You couldn’t argue as you crawled inside, the heat from your bodies radiating the small space and bringing warmth to your body. The cold air from outside nearly chilled you down to the bone, most of the morning spent with you shaking under a blanket after you made it outside to find the cold rain splashing all around. Hanse being constantly aware, a considerate presence, already began to heal the plans previously ruined by creating the simple fort. He layed back against a large pillow, arm bending and placed behind his head. Instantly relaxed, his eyes shut, chest rising and falling as he neared a rest.

“Well, it’s not fun if you fall asleep.” Your soft voice made his lips break into another smile, chuckle high pitched as his eyes shot open.

His torso lifted off the soft pillows, hips ground into the blankets on the floor as he turned onto his side. Hand still beneath his head, his eyes caught sight of your lost frame with your legs crossed, laughing at you harder. His body pushed up off the floor, his hands wrapping around your ankles to straighten your legs and bring you forward. Brows threaded together in confusion, the shape of his face changed, cheeks sucked in as he focused.

One of his hands released from your limbs, his pinky placed out for your own to grip. You hesitated, not understanding the arrangement he was baiting but still allowing your single digit to wrap around his. The soft blink of his eyes made your breath quicken, his tongue running over his lips from nervousness.

“Why were you so stuck on us going out today?” he asked.

His request for your finger made sense, a habit both of you gained inside of your friendship. Pinky swear that you’re not going to lie or make up an excuse, tell the full truth and only that, or accept the consequence.

“Uhm,” you hummed, his eyes dead set on watching your response. Your guts twisted as your response rolled off your tongue, reasonings only bearing your love for him. “You went on a date last week, and you said it didn’t go well.” You began, a deep sigh pulling from his lungs. He knew that you read his face the moment he had made it back to your apartment, falling onto your mattress beside you to sleep in a comfortable space and forget the fact that his long-time crush finally accepted his date requests, but walked out half-way through. “I wanted to do something that would take that spotlight. Something to replace the bad memory with something nice and fun.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered, pulling your hand into his to kiss at your knuckles.

“Yes, you do, Hanse.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at the man you had spent more time with than your own family, a true soul mate. “But like I said,” You sighed deeper than him, eyes catching sight of the comfortable fort all around the two of you. “We got rained out, so things didn’t go according to plan.”

“I don’t know.” He chuckled, eyes glistening in the light of the Christmas lights illuminating the small space. “I’m having a pretty good amount of fun right now.” He grinned.

“Really?” you asked, biting your tongue with a smile.

“Of course, I’m here with you.” He smiled harder, eyes crescent from his rosy cheeks covering them. “It’s a day well spent.”

[bearseokie]

hug

— Wondering why your tutor stood you up, he shows up at your door bearing some emotionally tolling news.

DETAILS — [ PG-13 | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — tutor! seungwoo x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — college! au, unrequited love! au, angst, fluff WARNINGS — slight abandonment, light storm/thunder, ouch warning

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The coldest days were the loneliest. Rain pattering on your windowsill, you sat under the dim light of your desk lamp. Books sprawled out before you, your eyes began to go in and out of focus at the small words printed on the pages. The scent of ink from your colored pens filling your nostrils, you sat back in the chair with a sigh.

Your thumb pressed at your phone, the blank lockscreen making your lips press into a thin line. It was well past the time you were meant to be accompanied by your tutor, but his mind and body seemed to be elsewhere. You ran circles trying to think of him mentioning that he’d being late, but only the soft memory of the time last spent with him played in your brain.

He had chuckled loudly, laid across your bed with bright eyes as he stared over at you. “What? Can’t solve one equation without my help?”

You shook your head at the little memory, his smile causing chills to run across your skin. You wanted to reply to him, stand up to him, convince him you weren’t that needy, but you always faltered the moment his teeth shined through his lips. Seungwoo had you whipped, the older student nearing his senior year with perfect scores and your heart.

Your head fell back against the thick fabric of the chair at your desk, rocking backwards with the sound of the light storm outside, thunder clouding your hearing. Eyes shutting, the faint memory of his laugh sprung in your ears.

It was a complete coincidence that Seungwoo had pulled at one of the pieces of paper on the bulletin board of your dorm, the same page you pinned up requesting for a tutor. But what you hadn’t known was that it was him who also mysteriously pulled the entire page down instead of taking a single cut of your phone number. The man urged the need to tutor someone for the semester and you, a freshmen, was his exact target.

That same day he knocked on your door. Carrying a small container of cupcakes and his backpack filled with all of his notes from freshmen year, he had won you over the moment you met his gaze through the peep-hole of your door.

Welcomed in with open arms, it only took a single hour of studying a core class that he convinced your feelings to pull for him. Light exchanges between the two of you, the feeling of his fingers running past yours on the pages of the book to point something out, his warm body against your side so close that you could hear his heart beating, he was a focused distraction to you. Little cackles at your curious questions brought a smile to his face, asking if he was dating, what the answer to the equation was, if he wanted to get coffee sometime. He played along respectfully, and never actually gave you signals that he wasn’t interested.

And for that very reason it left you to ponder just what he was up to in the middle of the afternoon, not at his regularly scheduled tutoring session with you.

Seungwoo had tailored your notes to perfection, his handwriting mixed with yours on the pages. Your eyes caught where he scribbled over your mistakes, sitting up in the chair to let your back straighten out. He fixed your study habits, using colored pens as reminders, acronyms created by himself for easier memory, inside jokes between the two of you to maximize that you would recognize anything that would come up in any form on a test. He assured you that you would pass, and there was no doubt in your mind that you would.

But here you still sat, alone in your room without the very man himself. He hadn't taken into account that it was mainly him causing you to pay extra attention, work extra hard, listen to him so closely. Even his presence benefited your studying, causing every session you attempted alone to fail with you slamming the books shut and reading over the absolute gibberish you wrote down.

“Hello?” you typed into your phone. Staring at the word and punctuation for what felt like an eternity, your thumb pressing send. An uneasy feeling took over your stomach when the ‘read’ notification popped up, the typing symbol nowhere in sight for Seungwoo to respond.

It sat that way for another forty-five minutes. Blinking back tears, the bouncing dots finally appeared, Seungwoo’s response short and simple.

“Be there in ten.”

The knock at your door startled you, leaping from your chair to pull it to. Seungwoo stood with tired eyes, a toothless smile on his lips. He maneuvered around you, shutting the door quietly and standing before you. The energy changed, his heart in his chest beating rapidly as you blinked up at him.

“I don’t have a good excuse for this, I’m sorry.” he admitted, your cocked brow making him cough to clear his throat. “I was on a date. Last minute.”

His left cheek rose with the air he puffed into it from within his mouth, eyes growing shallow at your form. Your head tilted, staring past him at the blank wall before turning to peer over at all of the notes you had stared at for hours.

“A date?” you asked, voice broken as you fought back your emotions. “Was it at least fun?”

His smile broke the awkward air, a faint chuckle vibrating his chest. He relaxed, staring at you looking so small before him.

“I should have told you.” he sighed.

He didn’t skip a beat. The moments you had spent growing a relationship through studying were mainly mutual, but anyone could see how heartbroken you were just by a single glance into your eyes. His arms stuck out, reaching for you. Your bottom lip poked out, allowing his form to swallow you into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you, the physical contact new and calming. Body warm and radiating, he twisted side to side gently, rocking you in his arms as his chin rested on your head. You were safe, content, but hurt. Heartbeat at full pace, you knew what was coming, and you could hardly bear it.

“I have someone already.”

[bearseokie]

goblin

— Working a late night shift alone in the office, you get a full greeting with the spirit that has been tormenting your coworkers.

DETAILS — [ M | drabble | 1.1k ] PAIRING — goblin! seungsik x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, fluff WARNINGS — trickster spirit, taunting, falling

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The vengeful cackle resonated, every strand of hair on your body stuck high with chills across your skin. The sound repeated throughout the week, bringing you to dread being within the building alone at night during overtime shifts. Barreling down the staircase of the office to get to the vending machines, you could feel eyes on you, the laughter abaft. It was a man’s laugh - sullen and bent, your ears stung from the sound alone.

Vague talk of the office’s ghost was enough to make you shudder, but being within the building alone surrounded by the being himself put you on edge. Fingers lightly grasping each stair’s railing, you had managed to get down two flights before you heard him, but he wasn’t going to let you get away so easily.

“No keys?” he asked, the sound of jingling catching your ears as you halted.

Your eyes shut tight, listening to him continue to shake the ring latched with the metal and silver keys, taunting you. This was far beyond a ghost, nothing like a poltergeist - he was something else.

“Can’t even escape if you needed to. That’s not very wise, dear.”

“What do you want?”

Evidence of his presence was altered by the wind distinctly moving up the stairs and past you instead of down and below. His voice echoed from above, but the scent of thin cologne sweeping your nostrils within the breeze made you shiver and step down a few more stairs.

“Must I have a purpose?” His laughter was soft behind you on the platform. You wanted to spin around and face him, but you didn’t know where to look. He seemed invisible and fast, something you had never encountered before. “I’ve caused so much chaos in this office.”

He sounded proud of himself, adorned with the tasks he fulfilled in the latest weeks. It was obvious something was tampering with things all around: the vending machine stealing money as the coils would circle the opposite way and crush the items inside, the fax machine receiving odd messages that were specific to many of your coworkers, but this situation managed to take the cake. You blinked, moving back to grip at the railing so you could safely glance up at the sound of his voice, the floating keys the only thing in your view. He was clear, translucent, and erupting with the same wicked laughter.

“Seungsik.” he greeted, although you couldn’t see him.

Your eyes shifted over the bright white walls of the staircase in hopes of seeing anything other than your keys dangling from nothing. Your brows knitted together as you rose up a few steps, scoping out the space. You could hear his breathing loud and clear, his scent growing stronger as you closed in on him. Cupping your hand, you held it out beneath the metal tools. Seungsik’s light sigh blew across your forehead as he dropped them into your palm, a sudden cold touch to your arm provoking you.

You broke from where he stood, spinning on your heels as you rushed down the steps. Each steel stair clinked from your shoes, you gasped as your food caught the edge of the middle step. Your eyes closed on impact, the surge of coldness overlapping your skin once more. Your arms were pulled from just below your shoulders, the bumps along your skin rough as you smelled Seungsik’s cologne growing thicker. The pads of his fingers were changing in temperature, his entire palms becoming topped by heat from the touch of your body.

His hold was tight, the sounds of his breathing sputtered behind you as if he was in shock. He had managed to get down the flight of steps in less than a second, holding you up from crashing down the remaining steps.

Peeling your eyes open, you glanced downward, sight of his slender and manicured fingers holding onto you so tightly that the skin around his digits turned white. You took in a sharp breath, tilting your head up and to the side to finally match your gaze with his face. He looked gentle, soft features blinking down at you from two steps above. Had you seen him in any other circumstance, you would have taken him for a regular man, but as his eyes ignited with a cool blue flame in his irises, you feared him once more.

You caught a grip on the railing, lowering yourself until you were on the next floor. He stood still, blinking and tilting his head innocently at your deep stare.

“O-Oh,” His tongue poked from between his teeth, a light hiss ricocheting from his mouth. “Oh! You can finally see me?”

He seemed just as surprised as you, wide eyes and sculpted cheekbones flustered and nearly horrified. His words were specific, the use of ‘finally’ wreaking havoc in your mind. You bit at your tongue to keep from asking questions about the being that you couldn’t comprehend, the blush on his cheeks turning red as he slowly moved down the staircase.

“For you.” he said sternly, offering you his hand to shake. His opposite hand had your key’s ring on his index finger like a normal accessory, the magic sound of the metal rocking together as he shook your hand and flipped it to stare at your palm. Tenderly, he drew the ring from his finger - the captured keys from your fall now back in your grasp and heated by his suddenly warm touch. “My purpose is you.”

“I don’t understand.” Mumbled voice coherent to him, his lips broke to shine his teeth with a smile. Sliding his hand beneath your own as you cupped the keys tightly, he brought your attention back to his irises.

“I’m tricky, aren’t I?” Seungsik grinned a Cheshire smile, his eyes boring into yours. “Your favorite snack is ‘E2’ in the vending machine, and it’s the one that never releases for anyone else but you.” His words startled you, his grip releasing to let you regain your sensibility from his overpowering form. “The words from the fax machine were messages that caused your coworkers to leave or quit, giving you the chance to gain the position you deserved here.”

“Why have you done all of this, Seungsik?” you asked.

Part of you didn’t want a response, an answer, even an excuse for him cheating the system of your job, but the genuine look in his eyes made you slip your hand back over his own. He seemed comforted by your touch, his chest moving at an arrhythmic pace as he caught up with his own words.

“Because I’m bound to protect you.” He spoke just above a whisper, cupping his free hand against your cheek. “And I won’t let anything harm you. Even if it’s just a simple snack.”

[bearseokie]

lingering

— Sorrowed by the mysterious disappearance of the man you love, Subin recalls the night he fell in love with you during his last moments as a human.

DETAILS — [ PG-13 | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — vampire! subin x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, vampire! au, romance, angst WARNINGS — biting, depictions of blood-sucking, mentions of arguments, a little romantical pain, death for context: this concept is based on the idea that turning into a vampire takes a little time, and that your heart beats until the last second you turn. so technically subin is still in the process of changing though he was bit prior to the scene!

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He was once there. Skin as warm as your own, his flesh bouncing and buoyant with every reaction. Grin wide and expression cordial, he looked refreshing in every aspect. Always glistening with a bright glow, he was sanctioned to anyone and everyone. The understudy to the main person in the room, you could understand why he was so mystified and loved.

Subin had long been gone since then. The distance between him and any other person skimmed by his estranged irises growing darker night by night until he wore a cold exterior. Unlike the one you met on the dark evening — the man that had pulled his coat from his shoulders to place around yours as he accommodated you home, he was different in the moment. 

His cologne caught you first, your shoes tapping across the parking lot as you walked towards your car. The smell jutted, coming from all around you, but your sight showed Subin nowhere in the panorama. It grew stronger, your legs carrying you faster and eyes blinking slowly, drowning in the everlasting essence until a single word halted you.

“Beautiful.” Subin stood off to your left, his hands shadowed by his pockets as his eyes glared up at the sky. A night full of stars covering every inch of the dark space above, his hair fell as his head tilted to see you. “Reminds me of the night I took you home.”

If ambiance could be examined by the sore eye, Subin’s pale skin and soft complexion would give you a mind-twisting degree on the subject. Different was the wrong word — the sparkles in his eyes were still worn so diligently but his shell was like a different body.

“I-It is, Subin.”

The stutter in your voice could have been held captive by the smirk rising on his lips, the corner of his mouth perked at your nervousness. He swiveled lightly, turning for his body to face you, his shoulders broad beneath the button-up shirt missing the top buttons. Unnatural to Subin’s attire, his hands pressed deeper into his pockets before he pulled them out. It nearly took your breath away, his hands turning to show his bare palms as you took notice of the teeth marks along his wrists.

“A little altercation.” he spoke, running his tongue across his front teeth, the tip catching on his canines before closing his mouth again.

“That’s not little.”

Something Subin always mocked, your tender voice and drills of concern for him. Small bits of arguments erupted between you and him in the midst of your relationship, his eyes turning stern until he got out of your view. Like the tide hitting the beach multiple times a day, he would always sever his arms beneath yours, wrapping the limbs around your torso in a tight back hug as he pressed delicate kisses to your neck. Remorse ridden voice when he spoke, he almost hated your voice-cracks of sadness more than your concerned nagging.

On instinct, you made your way over to him, your hands entrapping his wrists to lift them closer to your face. The bites fully in your view, nothing could have stopped you from the recurring thought, the redundant conclusion filling your mind. His veins had been slashed by something sharp, the sight of the teeth marks more telling than the disturbed look in his eyes when you peered up at his face. He had met his fate so simply, becoming partial to the undead in a matter of one night, but was still suffering from the metamorphose.

“So, this is where you went?” For once without hesitation, your head lifted to match his gaze and stay there. Almost like a whimpering puppy, Subin seemed balked by his hesitation to come to you.

“You understand what’s happened.” he indicated. Allowing the tips of your fingers to graze over the bites, not even a wince came out of the man. “Please tell me I don’t need to explain how it happened.”

Your toes lifting your form was a sight he never thought he would witness again. The familiar feeling of his neck against your hand as you pulled him into a hug harnessed the cold nights shared while parted. His scoff was loud in your ear from him being so close, the man not missing a beat to hold you against him after so long.

“I knew you would understand.” His tone was almost broken. The sobbed words through his plumped lips had painted a mental image of his pained face in your mind, although you couldn’t see it. “But I didn’t know if I wanted you to see me this way.”

His hand glided over your back, the ice cold touch felt through your shirt dismissing any source of supplant to Subin being part of the undead, a telling feature he would never be able to combat. He could feel your discomfort, peeling from your form wrapped tightly around his neck to reenact the scene so crucial to both of you. The thick fabric of his leather coat sweeping off his shoulders, the fabric withholding the chilled feeling of his skin as he lifted the article around your form and over your body, placing it against you. You sighed so deeply at the rush of sensations Subin gave you, his cold lips pressing together and perking to give you a kiss on your forehead.

Almost as if the same scene was playing out in slow motion — the one that set the relationship into stone so intensely, his face backed to be perfectly in your view. You watched the words form on his tongue, his pink lips separating to release them as tears brimmed his eyes. “I love you. I always will, even if the coldness of the world finally takes me.”

Subin had a premonition, your hands connecting in the exact same way they did that night. His fingers brushed the back of your hand, little force pulling you into him to rest your head against his chest. The heat from your body kept him warm for the last few seconds, his chest falling and rising until the last beat of his heart sounded against your ear, allowing himself to fall victim of fate.

[bearseokie]

deception

— Experiencing an odd run in with a graveyard caretaker, the man becomes eerily questionable when he offers you a safe place within the gates from a sudden storm.

DETAILS — [ M | drabble | 1.3k ] PAIRING — ghoul! byungchan x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, horror, fluff WARNINGS — storm/lightening, bruises/cuts, veins, details about eyeballs?, near-death experiences

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Sky dull from the gray clouds overhead, the crickets chirping a mantra all around made the hair on your body stand. Every noise caused you to jump, the sidewalk deemed the safest path towards your home on a late night. Nerves on alert, you couldn’t walk fast enough down the squared off lane, the clink of metal halting your step as you stood in place. Soles of your shoes scuffing the pavement, your head turned to meet two eyes standing tall in the air. The whites around their irises held a faint yellow color, the glaring contact tilted when their head rocked against the fence.

“Quite late for a walk, isn’t it?” The voice was sharp, cradled by a soft chuckle at the end as a man stared back at you from within the guarded space. A graveyard guarded by black swords of metal melted together, you didn’t have time to process why he was within the memorable place before he spoke again. “Looks like rain.”

Your eyes met the sky, the nimbus clouds threatening to release the cold rain any second making your step rock back from the fence. He watched your expression change, the thought of the dark night being accompanied by drenched clothing and a dash home not what you expected nor wanted from the journey.

“You know, there’s a gazebo just inside of the gate.” His voice turned from a crow to smooth as honey, every word laced with a high pitch. “This is my yard, and you’re welcome to wait out the rain with me.”

“N-No.” you stuttered, rocking on your heels while shaking your head. “I think I can make it home in time.”

Words caught just on the edge, a large drop of rain pattered beside you on the pavement. Another drop followed, a breath sucked deep into your lungs when a bolt of lightning crashed not even a foot from your body. Leaped into the air, your body shook, head turning to face the same man. With the bolt of lightning only around for seconds, the flash lit up his face, his cooling features and soft lips making you blink rapidly, taking in the situation at hand.

He was just a man, fingers wrapped around one of the rails of the fence as he stared back at you. Eyes wide and distressed, his skinny arm ruptured between two of the bars just as a second bolt brightened in the sky. Fist pulling at your shirt, your chest heaved into the black bars, his hold keeping you idle against the fence as the lightning hit the exact spot you stood seconds before.

“Please!” he yelled out over the loud rumble of thunder. “It’s too dangerous.”

You could no longer argue with him, your hand brushing his as both of you made a run for the gate. His tattered clothing hugged his long limbs when he spun in front of you, pulling at one of the doors of the gate to allow you inside. The rush of the storm seemed to surge even more, the third bolt breaking just behind you as his cold hand tugged you inside. Your eyes trailed his bare limb, the skin of his arm bruised and cut.

A sizzle sounded behind you, your body twisting to watch his index and middle fingers delve between the gate’s bars to pull it shut, the skin of his fingers burning. He reared his hand back, sucking at the digits like he touched a hot pan, but the steel bars didn’t steam.

“It’s alright, here.” he began, eyes taking in your figure as his head gestured in the direction of the gazebo; just in the place he said it would be. “The metal all around creates a field where the lightning is almost completely incapable of striking the ground. That’s why it got so close.”

“A warning would have been nice.” You wanted your voice to sound genuine, but your teeth bit down onto your tongue at the harsh tone. His smile faded behind the two fingers still in his mouth, his eyes fueled with a crushed complexion. Your voice finally spoke with the attitude you wanted it to be, releasing a small apology. “I’m sorry. You helped me, I should be grateful.”

His smile lit up like he was complimented, cheeks rising and nose scrunching just as your shoes stepped up onto the cement pavilion.

The cold texture of the covered space was much like the headstones and statues that lined the aisles of the graveyard, your eyes finally taking in the unsettling place. Breeze cold and escorted by the heavy rain, you shivered, your figure caught in his peripheral as his ripped flannel slowly languished off his shoulders. Pulling at the fabric, he didn’t miss a beat to gently lay it over your cold body. The feeling of what would usually be body heat stored in the threads of the article is still just as ice cold, the only warmth gaining on your skin the toasting feeling of your own body heat seeping into the fabric.

Your lips rose at the corners, slowly lowering your body to sit on the bench and face the man. His body looked disheveled, the white shirt dirtied and stained on his torso. The strikes of lightning all around created lamps of light for you to take him in, his hair puffed and tangled on his head as his skin looked nearly blue.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked him, head tilted up to peer at his face.

“I don’t think I can get any colder, actually.” he grinned.

In a moment's time, your eyes caught sight of the canines between his lips, longer and sharper than usual, his head gave an innocent tilt at your invading stare. Lost in his appearance, the man’s smile was too eager, his body shortening down to your height as he crouched before you. Your pupils dilated in an attempt to focus on his own eyes, watching as his irises glowed a white filter and his yellow sclera laced with turquoise veins was overlapped by the paper thin eyelids when he blinked. You could almost see his eyeballs through his translucent eyelids, the lashes on the edges of each eye thick and fluttering with his rapid blinks.

“I-” he whispered, looking at you with a sudden sense of remorse. “I’m very sorry.”

“What?” you asked, your brows knitted as you watched him closely.

His hand grappled around your wrist, his flannel flapping in the wind as he dragged you out from under the safety of the gazebo and into the thick beads of rain. Your tugs and calls were muffled from the heavy storm, his heaving pull enough to bring you back to the gate you walked through.

The scent of a heater filled your nostrils when his hand reconnected with the gate’s door, hauling the heavy steel to give enough room for you to slip out. In one rough push, your body was freed from the graveyard, the look in the man’s eyes all but happy.

“L-Leave.” he cried, his pupils fully vanishing beneath the white filter as his entire eye was engulfed by the supernatural glow. His hand pushed at the field that bound him within the deadly place, a vibration wavering through the rain as you watched him fall back from the steel bars. Your last glance at the man was nothing like you had ever witnessed, his skin growing gray and blue, hair ragged and stringy. His tongue swiping across his dry lips as barely punctured by the fangs that threatened to sink into your flesh not moments before he abruptly pulled himself together and led you out of the danger that was him. A ghoul bound to lead innocent lives into the grave to feast, your hand reached back through the black gate to catch his wrist. “Thank you-” you spoke softly, his hearing well trained and notified of your voice.

“Byungchan.” he grinned. He wore the same innocent smile though he nearly killed you, his cold hand firmly holding yours before he released you completely. “Now go.”