#youngbin fanfiction

[dearly-somber]

Mean It | k.yb

-> pairing. boyfriend!youngbin x f!reader

-> genre. angst, lovers-exes

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1401

-> warnings. cheating

-> a/n. It seems I was in my feels during my sf9 era

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Nov. 3rd, 2020 @ 16:43

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022 @ 22:04

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🩶Binnie🩶

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r u coming home tonight?

no, im busy tonight

work?

yh

okay

don't come back too late

i love you

[Seen]

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You rubbed at the bags under your eyes, a shaky breath leaving your lips. Your eyes were red from crying, clutching at his pillow for comfort that he couldn't give you.

This had been going on for who knows how long at this point, and you were starting to get tired. Literally and figuratively. You were sleeping less because he was never home, and when he was he'd arrive early and then leave before you were up. You were so sick and tired of going to bed without him, waking up without him. It felt like you were slowly shutting down, your routine becoming robotic.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair before checking the time.

03:00

"A bath couldn't hurt..." You mumbled to yourself, walking to your bathroom and starting up the water. By the time you had gotten into the bath fifteen minutes had already passed, a towel situated on top of your pajamas which were sitting on the lid of your toilet. Your head was facing the ceiling, neck on full display. You had been staring at the ceiling for the entirety of the five minutes that you'd been in the bath. You heard footsteps and turned your head to the bathroom door, listening for the noise on the other side.

"Y/N?"

"In the bath." You said in a sing-song voice, meeting Youngbin's eyes as soon as he opened the door to the bathroom. He arched a brow as he walked inside, closing the door behind him with a gentle click, walking over and crouching down by the tub.

"Why're you in the bath this late?" He asked quietly, studying your face while gently running his fingers through your hair. You leaned into his touch with an aching heart, sighing slowly.

"I couldn't sleep and needed to think..."

"About what?"

"Oh, this and that.. Nothing important." You opened your eyes and smiled at him tiredly. He nodded after a moment of contemplation, standing up to leave. As he took hold of the doorknob he stood in the doorway, looking at you with questioning eyes.

"I'll be waiting for you. Don't take too long or you might catch a cold." You nodded with a smile as he left once more, leaning your head back as a tear trickled down your cheek.

When you finally got into bed it was 03:45 and your fingers had started wrinkling from sitting in the water too long. You turned your back to Youngbin, pulling the covers up to your chin with your knees pulled into your chest, laying in a fetal-position.

You were surprised when he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You had to hold back your tears. It had been weeks since he had last held you like this. It felt like it had been weeks since you had even felt his skin against yours. It was only after you took a deep breath to calm yourself that you realized he smelt of perfume.

Your heart broke but you ignored it. You'd pick up the pieces tomorrow morning.

It was a few hours later; you could tell because it was lighter outside and Youngbin was no longer holding you. You could still feel his presence however, so you guessed that he was sitting somewhere.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I think I'll have to come a bit later today." You heard him say under his breath, loud enough for whoever he was calling to hear but not loud enough to wake you, had you been sleeping. You caught only a few words here and there that the girl on the other line said, the volume not loud enough to hear more.

"I can't come sooner. I'll just spend this one evening with her and then we'll be right back to routine." He whispered again, his fingers trailing up and down your spine, making you shiver.

"Yeah, okay. Mhm. I love you too."

You bit down on your lip, forcing yourself not to shake. Forcing yourself not to cry and not to break down. Not now, you told yourself. You wouldn't break down. He would pity you. You didn't need his pity.

A few more minutes passed as the sun started shining through the curtains. You felt the bed shift as he stood up and closed your eyes as he went to your side of the bed to pull the curtains open.

"Y/N, love? Wake up." He said as he shook you gently. You opened your eyes, trying your best to act as if you had just woken up. He smiled brightly at you, and if you hadn't heard his conversation you probably would've smiled back, oblivious to what had been happening under your nose for the past few weeks. "C'mon. I took the day off work. I wanted to spend today with you. Shall we make breakfast?" You sat up and nodded with the best fake smile you could muster, letting him pull you out of bed and into the kitchen.

You were silent as you helped him make eggs and toast, sitting on the couch and watching a drama while he finished with the eggs.

He was glaring at the eggs as he flipped them, annoyance slowly building as you continued giving him the cold shoulder, not talking to him even once. He spends time with you for the first time in weeks and you don't even utter a good morning to him?

He dishes up the food and instead of taking them to you, he puts it down on the kitchen island, storming in front of you.

"What's wrong with you? You're not even talking to me!" He shouts, grabbing the remote and switching off the TV angrily. You look up at him tiredly, your eyes tearing up as soon as you do.

"Tell me to my face—" You begin in an emotionless voice— "that you are all mine."

Tears stream down your face in hot streaks, racing to see which one can roll to the floor first.

"What... What do you mean?" He stuttered, seemingly dumbfounded into silence. You take a deep breath as you stand up from the couch and take a step towards him, cranking your neck to look him in the eyes.

"I heard your conversation, Youngbin. I should've guessed..." You scoffed, your voice slowly raising in tone, your anger at yourself starting to show. "You're spending less time at home, leaving before I wake up and coming home when I'm asleep. I should've known." He looks at you with a sort of sadness and regret in his eyes that you can't quite place and to make sure that you don't feel bad for him, refuse to acknowledge. "We never even fought, Youngbin. Not once. I was too tired to fight with you." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Listen, Y/N, I was going to tell you—"

"And then what, Youngbin? Give me a heads up that you were cheating and then dump me? Leave?" You said exasperatedly, smiling sadly. His heart wrenched, staying quiet as he had nothing to say. Nothing to make this okay. Make this better.

"Send her my regards, would you? Now if you ever really loved me—" You scoffed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head— "No, if you loved me this wouldn't be happening. If you ever really cared for me, you'll leave my apartment. Send me her address and I'll mail you your things." He was about to protest but you were already pushing him out the door, locking it behind you.

Even though you had been subconsciously preparing for something like this, it didn't stop you from hurting. It hurt like hell, and you were pretty sure that you wouldn't be able to salvage the broken pieces anymore. It would be lost forever. You sat by the door, wailing into the emptiness of your apartment, letting out all of your pain, anger and frustration. He had enough things. You'd burn some of it. You'd get rid of things he gave you. You'd remove him from your memories, and then you'd forget.

You'd forget your heartache and move on.

You'd forget your heartache and heal.

You'd forget your heartache.

You'd forget him.

[sunlittaeyong]

Sf9 Youngbinnie-#2 (he's the one to say it!) Much love 💞👻

[2:51pm] “Why are you so Jealous? Their just my fans.” Your boyfriend, Youngbin, said with a sweet smile. You sigh and look up at the ceiling.

“I know that, it’s just hard to see you with other people.” You say, a pout forming on your lips. “You’re always so busy, which I understand, but I want you to be all mine.”

“You’re cute.” Youngbin said with a grin and stars in his eyes. “I am all yours, always.” He took your hand and tugged you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “I love my fans and I want them to respect you and I want you to respect them. I know I’m busy and I spend as much time as I can with them, but I am always yours. No matter what happens I’ll be here for you. Until the day you send me away.”

“Don’t be stupid.” You mumble into his chest. “That day will never come.”

Send me an idol and a number and I’ll write you a little something!

(I hope you like it!)

[daybreakx]

➵ sf9 youngbin x fem! reader. enemies with benfits(ish). smut, zero plot.

➵wc: 803 words

➵ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight degradation, fingering, piv, hair pulling, marking, creampie. everything portrayed in this writing is consensual, however be smart about having sex and do not take this as an example. If this writing isn’t for you, DO NOT INTERACT, that includes minors, of course. unedited.

➵a/n: i don’t usually write smut so please keep that in mind. feedback is appreciated as i do look forward to improving❤️

this was a request by @petitebakers​

“I thought you hated me.”

Youngbin’s voice comes from above you and although your eyes are half-closed, you can tell his smiling. That smug, disgusting smile he saves especially for you.

“I do,” you breathe, though your grip around his forearm tightens.

Not a believable statement when he is quite literally balls deep inside you. Youngbin chuckles, his hips moving back leaving you almost empty before he rams back into you, causing a whimper you cannot swallow.

This doesn’t have to mean anything. It hasn’t meant anything the past three times it’s happened. Youngbin is a de-stressor for the same stress he causes.

“Of course you do.” He’s still amused, although you can hear that slight lack of breath before he thrusts his hips again.

“Shut up, Youngbin,” You roll your eyes. You certainly don’t want to talk, you only want him to keep moving. To feel his dick against your walls, throbbing and pulsing. “And keep fucking me.”

This makes youngbin halt every movement. Not before pulling completely out of you, the newfound emptiness has your pussy clenching around nothing and you thrash against the mattress, your legs closing to rub against each other wanting to create the friction you need so badly.

Youngbin’s hand is between your thighs, keeping them apart before you can even catch relief. His head cocks to the side slowly and his fingers ghost the inside of your thigh, painfully slow.

“Say please,” he says, his tone grave and demanding. It usually takes a little more to piss him off, but he’s not having it tonight. “If you want me to keep fucking you, say please.”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, yet the grip he’s got on your thighs is strong enough that you can’t possibly close them. And you need to feel something.

“I’m waiting,” he coos, and his fingers trace a path up. Youngbin taps them slowly closer and closer to the place where you want them.

You want to make a smart-ass remark, but your brain empties the moment his index finger teases your entrance. And he enters it so slowly it’s torture. You moan.

His thumb moves in circles on your clit just as slow. Teasing you, testing you. And when you thrust into his hand he presses you down harder than before.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” He mocks and adds another finger, pumping in and out.

You like his fingers, he damn well knows how to use them. But they’re not enough, not tonight. You moan again as he continues rubbing the small bundle of nerves and his fingers pump you teasingly. 

“Please,” you finally give in. Your throat rasps the word out while both your hands sink on the mattress. “Please.”

“Oh look at you, begging to have a dick inside you.” Youngbin sinks his fingers on you again, more aggressive this time and when he pulls them out, you don’t have enough time to beg again before his penis is on their place, filling you up. 

He is relentless now, thrusting hard and fast. His lips attached to your neck as he grunts and moans, joining your already uncontrollable mewls. One of your hands runs down his back, you know he is going to make you pay later for scratching him, he might leave a mark on your neck as of that moment. But your brain doesn’t dwell on the details, not when you can feel the knot forming on the pit of your stomach, you’re close to your release.

You pull on his hair and Youngbin’s moans become deeper, wilder as he increases the pace. The sounds of skin against skin and your moans mixed is extremely sinful and you are glad you chose to reunite in your apartment instead of his. Another ‘please’ escapes your lips when his hand goes down to your clit again and finally, with a loud whimper you reach your orgasm. 

“Good girl,” Youngbin manages to say still rutting inside you. Through the fog of pleasure you can feel his dick twitching, before he comes inside you. “Good girl.” he repeats, slowing down yet not pulling out of you even as his boner dies down.

Your heart is racing and your body still spasms a little but you sigh, satisfied. This doesn’t happen as often as it should, you think. And immediately toss the thought aside. It already happens a lot more than it should. 

When Youngbin pulls out and falls next to you in bed, you feel his seed seeping out and shiver. 

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he promises staring first at the mess and then at your face. “Let me catch my breath for a minute.”

You still hate him, and he still hates you. But that doesn’t mean you can’t do this. It’s like a small favor.

[fanfic-wonderland]

SF9 as The Office Chatacters (Without Context)

Yes, I did a thing.

Youngbin as Gabe

Inseong as Pam

Jaeyoon as Jim

Dawon as Michael

Rowoon as Kelly

Zuho as Toby

Taeyang as Erin

Hwiyoung as Phyllis

Chani as Ryan

[you-did-well-moon]

Sf9 reaction to s/o fangirling over someone else

Type: fluff

Word Count: 4695 haha 69 yes im a child

TW: insecurities, possessiveness 

A/N: I don't think any of the boys would be extremely jealous in this situation. They might be a bit jealous and insecure. Ha, you’re going to see people who aren't in sf9 because the multi in me was taking over. Don't be afraid to talk to me and wash your hands clowns - Moon

Youngbin

Idol: Suho - Exo 

All day, Youngbin had been reading the book you had recommended. You got that the book was really good. After all, that's why you had recommended it, but you had been ignored in favor of the book. You had tried everything from pouting and acting cute to annoying him by whining and continuously poking him, but Youngbin had a ridiculous amount of patience. You eventually gave up huffing and throwing yourself in the chair In front of the computer.

You opted to watch any video you could find on YouTube suddenly remembering a song your friend had told you to listen to. Shrugging your shoulders you decided to give it a chance because why not? Searching up the song called “Let’s love” and you recognized the person knowing he was the leader of a popular group and curiosity probed at you. The video loaded and you were immediately met with Suho’s handsome face and soothing vocals. You felt your mouth slowly open as you subconsciously leaned closer to the screen mesmerized by the man inhabiting it. Your head nodding along to the soft melody of the song.

“Wah, this song is so lovely and soothing, and he has such a calming voice. How can someone be so handsome yet so pretty. His face looks so serene he must be such a good leader”.

Youngbin has been reading the damned book on the bed behind you immediately looking up when he heard your words also recognizing his senior on the screen. He pressed the off button on the computer smiling innocently when you narrowed your eyes at him but pouting right after. He pulled you up asking if you wanted to go to the ice cream shop you had asked him to go to before. As soon as you stood up he would pull you into a chaste kiss slipping his hands under your shirt to rub at the soft skin under it before playfully pinching it laughing softly when you squealed and jumped away from him. He would cross his arms playfully glaring at you shaking his head childishly when you went to kiss him again.

“You can't kiss me until you tell me i’m more handsome than him because I’m your boyfriend and I should always be the handsomest to you. No? Fine you won’t even be getting a goodnight kiss today. I hope you’re happy with yourself y/n”

Youngbin would try to distract you when he saw you fangirling over someone else. Play fighting with you by avoiding your kisses and affections and acting like a child softly teasing you. Of course, he would eventually give in to you. Youngbin is not capable of saying no to you. 

Inseong

Idol: Aron - Nu’est

You and Inseong were on the couch with him drawing on the journal you had given to him claiming his drawing skills were getting too rusty. Meanwhile you were bored out of your mind having given up on asking your boyfriend to spend some time with you a long time ago. You had even put your feet on his lap, but he shoved them off to rest the journal there, and you had leaned against him, but he gently shook you off because he couldn't draw well with you leaning on his arm like that.

You switched between channels with disinterest trying to find something entertaining. That’s when you stopped at an episode of “Problematic Men'', the show only catching your attention because Inseong had been on it before. Boredom slowly changed into interest when your attention was constantly drawn to one of the guests and idol, Aron. You found his nervous smile cute and refreshing, and you were very impressed with his academic achievements. You kept making little noises of surprise the more you got to know him, and you couldn't stop yourself from going “aaw” at Aron’s quirky yet cute personality.

 “He’s so cute, look how his shoulders lift up as if trying to hide himself when he’s embarrassed. He’s so smart too and he got accepted into a famous university, but he still chose to do music. He’s so inspirational.”

Inseong had already noticed you looking at the idol with admiration, and he had to purse his lips to stop himself from saying anything. Shoving his face back into the journal trying and failing at trying to not get distracted by your sounds of awe at the artist. As soon as you said that, Inseong dropped his journal sputtering as his eyes flickered back and forth between you and the TV. He would tackle you ripping the remote from your hands and turning the television off. He clasped your hands in his pulling you so that the upper half of your body was on his lap. He leaned his head against yours, his wide eyes masked with seriousness holding contact with your own. He tickled you softly, smiling as your laughter rang around the room, not allowing you to move since he had trapped you against his own body. 

“Has my girlfriend really been stolen by a man she has never met? How unfortunate, I, a man who loves a woman who doesn't love him enough because said woman is currently drooling over another man while her loving boyfriend sits right next to her. Ah I can feel my heart breaking”.

At first, Inseong would be shocked at you fangirling over someone else. He wouldn't even be able to form words. Inseong is laid back and rolls with the punches most of the time, so he quickly adjusted to the situation joking around with you while having some kind of physical contact with you.

Jaeyoon

Idol: Jaehyun - Nct 127

You groaned walking into the living room where Jaeyoon was already sitting on the couch assorting a variety of snacks on the coffee table in front of the couch. As you walked into the room, Jaeyoon looked up to give you his bright dimpled smile. You couldn't help but smile back at him gently running your hands through your hair when you reached him while you flopped onto the couch. You guys decided to have a date at your apartment instead of going out.

Jaeyoon laid down on the couch placing his head on your lap while pulling your hands back to his hair. You got a blanket from the back of the couch placing it mostly over him not really needing it since his body warmth was enough to stop any shivers from racking through your body. You guys didn't really plan on watching something specific, so after some convincing from Jaeyoon himself, you settled on watching the latest episode of weekly idol which featured Nct 127. Throughout the duration of the episode your attention kept getting drawn to the dimpled vocalist. Jaehyun who was undoubtedly handsome, but rather than looking at his features you found yourself laughing at his antics. It was particularly after an innocent dimply smile was sent to the camera after having finished singing wonderfully that you squealed out.

“How can someone be so hot but so cute at the same time, and oh my- his dimples. He is so talented too! He sings, he raps, and he danced so well too. He’s a total package!”

Jaeyoon would feel his eyes narrow, tongue licking his plump lips getting ready to put you in your place. He stood up blocking your view of the tv meeting your confused gaze with a devilish smile. He pushed you back laying you on your back on the couch, and he straddled you pinning your hands above your head. You looked up at him with wide alarmed eyes, breath catching when you saw him eye the soft sliver of skin exposed by your shirt riding up when your arms were lifted. Jaeyoon would lean in his nose almost touching yours. 

“I don't think so love. Your heart belongs to me, and my heart belongs to you. Don't forget that. What are you doing looking at another man when I’m right here, your boyfriend, the tickle monster”

He would then stoop to blow a raspberry against your exposed skin laughing evilly when you shrieked and running away to your room. Jaeyoon would want to shock you a bit. Although it was all with a joking intention, there would be a small part of him that would feel slightly possessive.

Dawon

Idol: Jackson - Got7

You had accompanied Sanghyuk to a music show where Sf9 were going to perform since they had recently had a comeback. You were currently in the waiting room with various staff moving around in order to prepare the boys for the stage. You were sitting on the couch next to your boyfriend with your head leaning against his shoulder scrolling through Instagram since you got bored with Sanghyuk too excited about performing to really focus on anything you were saying. 

He was still very much aware of your presence. His arms fit snugly around your shoulder playing with your hair, and his eyes flicking to study you every so often smiling softly when he saw you laughing at a random post you had found. You perked up when one of your friends sent you a post only telling you about how hard she had laughed while watching it. Your interest peaked so you clicked on the post recognizing the loud and social rapper of Got7. You watched as the idol reacted dramatically at a situation sitting on a table to get everyone's attention only for the table to break and Jackson with the broken part of the table in his hands with a shocked expression on his face as he looked at it. You couldn't help but laugh loudly immediately, grabbing Sanghyuk’s attention.

“How can someone be so funny, dramatic, and cute all at the same time. He looks like such a warm and open person. He’s so talented too, he produces his own music. “

You had whispered these words hoping no one would hear them, but Sanghyuk had heard them loud and clear. His shocked face would instantly turn into a scandalized one as he looked at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He snatched your phone from your hands sitting on it and leaning away from you while you stood still shocked at how fast everything happened. You would get control of your senses tackling him while demanding for your phone and repeatedly saying his name as you sat on him. Now that he had you where he wanted you, his arms would wrap around your waist pulling you down against him making you have to rest your forearms on either side of his head so you wouldn't crush him. You were sure everyone in the room could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“I’m  the only man you should be looking at, no matter what, I can make you laugh the hardest, I can make you smile the brightest and I can damn well make you scream the loudest, babe. Let’s see how funny Jackson is when you’re sleeping on the couch.”

Sanghyuk would feel so offended. Not seriously of course, but he would be one to bring it up the next few days and remind you of the crime you had committed. He really would make you sleep on the couch, but 30 would barely pass and he was coming to carry you back to bed because he worried your back would hurt.

Zuho

idol: IM - Monsta X 

Both you and Juho were very busy, but you guys could not spend another day without each other. It had been too long since you had seen each other, so you decided to spend a day with each other in his studio. Even if you were working on your own work and not really talking to each other, it was enough just being together. You two were working on similar things since both of you were producers, but you were each working on a different project.

The company you were working with wanted you to branch out and collaborate with artists other than the ones already in the company. Specifically, they wanted you to work with a rapper since the song was in the R&B genre. You had suggested your boyfriend immediately, but they refused, so you were now begrudgingly searching for a rapper that would want to work with you. In the end, your company had to search for artists that were willing to work with you since you had no connections outside your own company. At least, they were giving you the choice to decide who you wanted to work with. The company had sent you different videos with each artist so that you could pick one. None of them really caught your attention until you came across one rapper with a velvety deep voice rapping into the mic like his life depended on it. You were hooked, you didn't even have to look at the other candidates.

“How could I even have the audacity to pick anyone else but him? He’s obviously an amazing rapper, and his voice perfectly suits my song. He has such a good stage presence and he’s a producer too?!”

You basically drooling over another idol was not something Juho expected when he took his headphones off to ask you whether you wanted to order take out now or later. Turning around in his chair he saw you staring at your laptop with your hands on your cheeks as if you couldn't believe what you were seeing. Juho felt his jaw tick as he leaned over you to shut your laptop so his form was towering over you since he was standing up while you were still sitting down. Your face was shocked and it remained shocked as Juho spun your chair around and picked you up throwing you over his shoulder. You were pretty sure if anyone touched your face they would draw their hand back because of how high your body temperature had risen. You began struggling questioning Juho on what he was doing before he made you settle with a light slap at your bum. He took you to the dorms where he threw you in the bed, and he looked at you with a pout and began whining as he dug his face into the crook of your neck nosing along on your pulse.

“If he’s such an amazing rapper why don't you go out with him. Don't look at me like that, you belong to me as much as I belong to you. First day we’re spending time together and you’re praising another man. Do I have to get an eyebrow piercing for you to look at me like that too?”

Juho is not having it. quickly talking you away from whatever has you fangirling over someone else. He would become whiny and passive aggressive with you definitely clingy for the rest of the day too. He would huff whenever you wanted to get away from him claiming that you had to pay for your crime by spending the day in his arms.

Rowoon

Idol: Mingyu - Seventeen

You were in the kitchen shoveling food into your mouth in alarming amounts as you scrolled through twitter on your phone. Rowoon was sitting in front of you also eating but having an important conversation with Youngbin. His eyes would shift over to you every few seconds softening at the way you seemed to enjoy his cooking. You had actually helped him with it even adding your own suggestion which ended up making it taste better than the result of the original recipe.

There were two reasons as to why you were eating so fast. One, the food was amazing, mostly because Rowoon had made it. Two, you and Rowoon were having your first date in weeks since you had both been busy and you couldn't stop the excitement from taking control over your body. You got distracted from thinking about the date, when your friend, a huge fan of the idol group Seventeen, sent you a post talking about how husband material one of the members was. You tapped on the link she had sent you watching as the tall man cleaned around the house and made food for the members your heart melting when you saw the bright smile on his face as he did everything. It was so domestic and sweet it make you coo at the screen.

“He really would be such a gentle and loving husband. He would be one to help you with house chores and oh my god he would be so loving and helpful with a baby. His food looks really good too”

Your earlier excitement would only fuel your admiration for the man on the screen, and it would also make you a bit louder than usual. The boys in front of you would halt in their conversation upon hearing what you said. Youngbin would grimace looking at Rowoon for his reaction, getting surprised when Rowoon slowly blinked at you. Rowoon knew exactly who had momentarily stolen his lover’s heart, but he knew one word from him and your heart would go back to where it belonged. In his hands. With a soft tone, Rowoon would call your name asking if you were ready to go on that date watching your eyes light up as you hurriedly went to wash your dishes. Rowoon smirked at Youngbin while grabbing your phone and slipping it into his pocket. The rest of the day, Rowoon upped his game practically running to open your door when getting off the car or placing his jacket on the ground for you to sit on when you wanted to sit on the grass at the park.

“You look gorgeous today just like any other day as always. Oh those cookies look good? Let's go get them. Are you cold? Take my jacket. Hold my hand so you don't get lost. It's crowded here.”

Any thought of any other man would simply slip from your mind with Rowoon around. He would ignore everything you said pretending he didn't notice and doing things that would honestly just make you forget about everyone else because his gestures were just too sweet.

Taeyang

Idol: San - Ateez

You were so concentrated on the screen in front of you not even the music blasting through the practice room speakers your boyfriend was dancing to could distract you. It was late, and you were both tired but you guys were determined. Recently, Taeyang had been trying to make his own choreographies, and he wanted you to help him which you happily agreed to since you were a backup dancer and had experience in that field. 

You guys had gotten stuck in one part of the choreography, and it was in the chorus so it was important. It would have been better to go home and sleep coming back tomorrow refreshed and reenergized, but you guys were set on getting it done today. While Taeyang danced to the choreography you had already made seeing if anything came up, you were on your stomach scrolling through YouTube on your laptop trying to see if anything inspired you. Your clothes were sticking to your skin and you could feel beads of sweat dripping down your scalp, but you persisted. It was when you found a video of Ateez on a music show that you perked up. Your eyes were drawn to one dimpled person in the front recognizing him because your sister always talked about him. Looking up more videos of him, and you felt your jaw drop as you squealed out.

“His stage presence is out of this world. He’s one of the fiercest dancers I've seen in a rookie group. His moves are sharp and fluid. Oh- he’s not even a part of the dance line yet he’s so talented”

You didn't even notice the music turn off, and you certainly didn't see Taeyang stop in his tracks and stare at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. You were so focused on the video, you didn't notice Taeyang’s eyes staring holes into you until the video ended. You looked up from your laptop in order to tell him about some new ideas you had just from watching a few videos of San dancing, and you were met with Taeyang crushing a water bottle in his hands while staring at you with an unamused look on his face. His stare was so intense you couldn't maintain eye contact as you called out his name with a questioning tone. He began walking towards you with slow calculated steps, and you stood up still not being able to hold his gaze. Taeyang tilted his head taking your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb forcing you to make eye contact.

“I’m telling you this once and only once angel, you are mine. My hands are the only hands that touch you, and my lips are the only lips that get to touch your skin. Don't forget it, love.”

Even Taeyang himself wouldn't recognize himself as he was speaking. He just knew he suddenly felt a fire at the pit of his stomach that seemingly boiled his blood. He wouldn't know how to deal with himself after, so he would give you a cheery smile asking sweetly if you had any ideas. Whiplash is real with this one.

Hwiyoung 

Idol: Felix - Stray Kids I was trying to find a mv where Felix actually has lines but I gave up jyp watch out im coming for u

You were sat in front of the Tv anxiously awaiting for the time to pass by as you turned your phone on and off to check said time. Hwiyoung was sitting on the couch behind you looking at you with a confused expression because you had refused to answer him when he asked what you were doing. Your Tv was already set on the YouTube homepage, and you bit your lip knee bouncing while you checked your phone for the millionth time.

Hwiyoung eyed the shirt you were wearing with a focused expression knowing the logo was familiar but not being able to name it. He jumped, scared at your shriek when you checked your phone because the time was finally here. Comeback time. You searched up “Stray Kids” and the music video came up making you shriek again. It suddenly dawned on Hwiyoung what was happening. You were getting excited at another group’s comeback. He saw how you looked at the screen with heart eyes, your smile big and bright occasionally stopping to let your lips part in a small “woah”. You were pretty calm until a certain someone showed up on the screen in which you shrieked again (Hwiyoung had lost count), and you clapped your hands satisfied.

“Oh wow look at his hair, it's purple and looks so good on him. I could listen to that voice every day and- are those his freckles? Oh look at him go, yes bubs, get those lines”

Hwiyoung would feel his heart sink, and he was scared. Scared because what he was feeling, he has never felt this feeling as strong as this. Insecurity. His eyes would look at you sadly watching as you beamed at the boy on the screen. He knew this was something he shouldn't be feeling insecure about, but he couldn't stop himself. He went to sulk in your bedroom flopping onto your bed and hugging your pillow. You didn’t notice him walking off. One the mv ended, you made little noises of happiness. You called your friend because she too was a huge fan of Stray Kids. She was also squealing to you about how good the MV was and how Changbin did well. You were walking around looking for your boyfriend to cuddle with and paused when you found him on your bed clutching your pillow with a frown on his face. You told your friend you had to go, and you fell onto the bed snuggling into Hwiyoung humming happily when he responded to your touch. You ran your fingers through his hair tenderly asking him what was wrong.

“It’s kinda stupid, but I got I felt bad seeing you smile at someone else the same way you smile only at me. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I guess it took me by surprise” *nervous laugh*

You wouldn't fail to reassure him, taking off the Stray Kids merch in favor of one of his sweatshirts. Hwiyoung would be the one to get insecure when you fangirled over someone else, but it really wouldn't take that much to reassure and comfort him. He would be smiling and giggling in your arms in 5 minutes tops.

Chani

Idol: Dowoon - Day6

You were laying on your bed, arms starting to sting because of having to hold your phone in a weird position since you couldn't lower them. The reason being Chanhee passed out with his head on your chest. He was originally awake, but you running your hands through his hair seemed to have lulled him to sleep. You guys were supposed to go out on a date, but you weren't mad or annoyed at all deciding he was in dire need of a proper rest.

He had been so busy lately, and he had been working endlessly. You could feel your heart sink every time you saw him because his eye bags seemed to darken every time. You raised your phone a bit to glance at your boyfriend, heart softening at the sight of his cheek mushed up against your chest, and his face looking peaceful. You smiled softly nudging his cheek gently before going back to watching random videos on your phone. You jumped a little at the sound of a notification coming through your phone hurrying to lower the volume of your phone, so you wouldn't wake up the sleeping boy. Checking out the notification you saw it was an Instagram post from Day6. You wouldn't call yourself their biggest fan, but you did your best to actively follow them. It was a video of Dowoon getting teased by Jae, the younger boy giggling and firing back.

“Aw Dowoon really is just the cutest sometimes. Quiet but cute. Funny too. I wished they would let him sing a few lines. He’s been getting better with the vocal lessons he’s getting. He’s so much more than a drummer.”

Chanhee had actually been woken up by the notification sound earlier, but he thought you would have noticed he was awake. He was getting ready to whine and pull at your hand, so you could run it through his hair because Chanhee had sworn he’s never had such a good nap like the one he just had. Apparently, you were too distracted by a video on your phone calling someone else that wasn't him cute. Hah, the nerve you had. Chanhee really didn't like the feeling he got when you called someone that wasn't him cute. It didn't matter if it was a person on the other side of the screen or your own baby. He was the only one you were allowed to call cute, or anything else. He shifted to let you know he was awake. You instantly lowered your phone eyes lighting up when you saw that he was awake which made his heart flutter, but you still weren't off the hook. He saw the surprise in your eyes when he looked at you with an offended expression. His eyes were narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. He shifted so he was fully on top of you, still being careful as to not crush you. He shook his head letting his hair tickle the sensitive skin of your neck not stopping the squirming until you put your hands on him.

“I don't like it when you look at someone else the way you only look at me because that's the look meant for me. I’m the only you can call cute. Don't be mean and call someone else cute. I don't like it.”

Chanhee would be kind of surprised. He had never felt the need to be clingy or whiny like this. The grumpy expression on his face wouldn't leave even if you couldn't see it because his face was buried in the crook between your neck and shoulder. He would become happy again when you ran his hands through hair enough time to make him sleepy again enjoying the feeling of your body against his.

[be-your-fantasy]

~ Stare ~

SF9 Youngbin x Reader

Genre: Suggestive. Kinda spicy. A tad smutty if ya know what I mean 👀

Summary: Youngbin is preparing his next dance cover and he is having trouble focusing with his love nearby

I highly recommend watching Red Moon by Kim Wooseok before reading this to help better imagine this scenario! (Also its heckin spicy and amazing!) Word Count: 1,005

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You were walking to the practice room when you could hear sultry notes floating from down the hall. Your boyfriend Youngbin had texted you earlier letting you know he would be working late today, he planned on releasing a new cover dance video soon and was working hard to complete it. He told you the song had a sexy vibe to it but he never did tell you what song it was. As you approached the practice room you understood, Red Moon by Kim Wooseok was playing, you could feel the hairs rise on the back of your neck.

You softly opened the door to peak inside, eyes landing first on the bright red hair you were so familiar with. Youngbin was so absorbed in the movement he didnt notice you quietly walk in, his eyes intently trained on his reflection in the mirror.

You had seen him perform many suggestive and sexy concepts before, but this one hit a little different. The movement of his hips as they swayed side to side, slowly, his body rolling to the beat. You could feel embers ignite low within you, your cheeks growing brighter as you watch.

Suddenly you hear a grunt of frustration as Youngbin misses a beat, walking over to pause the music and noticing you standing by the corner, eyes wide and cheeks a beautiful shade of rose.

"Ah, jagiya!" He said with a smile, his frustration quickly melting from his face. He notices your expression and a darkness sets into his eyes, a hunger. He loved seeing you flustered by him, but alas, work was calling. You noticed a brief shake of his head as he broke his trained gaze on you, gave you a quick kiss. And was back in front of the mirror waiting for the music to begin again.

You sat down and pulled out your phone in a desperate attempt to distract yourself, anything to pull your attention away from the incredible display before you. These attempts were in vain however when you noticed him stealing glances at you as well, his frustration growing ever more apparent as his favourite distraction was drawing his mind away.

"Jagiya, come here." He said with his low and commanding voice, a voice he knew you couldn't refuse.

You nearly drop your phone in surprise, Youngbin had never used that tone with you outside of your shared apartment. You looked up to glance at his eyes, the hunger within them had returned.

Growing impatient he came over to you and took your hand walking you to the mirror, placing your back against it. He placed a gentle hand under your chin, raising your eyeline to meet his. The pink tones that never left your skin from earlier now growing into the same shade as his red hair.

"Do not look away from me." He said before returning to where he had been practicing, just a few feet in front of where you were now standing. Youngbin very well understood the power his stare had over you, he loved being able to make you melt with just a glance.

The track picked up from the beginning and so did he, moving his body effortlessly to the beat, eyes locked with yours the whole time. Hand wandering down his torso before grabbing his waistband and swaying his hips side to side. You feel the embers burn within you, a fire threatening to consume you, cold sweat trailing down your back. He reaches out with 2 fingers beckoning you closer, you remember this being a part of the choreography, but you take half a step towards him as if in a trance.

The smirk grew wider on his face, you hadn't noticed at first but as he danced he inched himself closer and closer to you. He sunk to the floor in front of you running his hand down his front and grinding the air between you, never breaking his gaze.

If only you could see yourself, your cheeks a flaming crimson, knees growing weaker and mouth slowly falling open. The face Youngbin loved and adored so much. You didnt know how much more you could take, your glance beginning to wander away to give your cheeks a chance to cool off. Your favourite part of the song was coming up, 'I just wanna take you down' could be heard, but your focus was now on Youngbin quickly coming towards you, placing his hand on the mirror beside your face, caging your body between his and the mirror.

"I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me, my love, do I need to remind my jagiya to listen?" He says as he guides your face to meet his, stealing a hungry kiss from your lips. His free hand begins to wander your beautiful figure, you wrapped your arms around his neck to steady your ever weakening knees.

The soft sound of the practice room door opening could not be heard over the music, but Rowoons gasp could. You and Youngbin quickly looked at the door to find Rowoon and Chani standing at the entrance, Rowoon covering Chanis eyes and looking as though his child's innocence had been ruined. If you could melt into the floor out of embarrassment at that very moment, you would have. Youngbins cheeks grew a slight shade of pink, but kept his calm composure.

"Sorry about that, we were just leaving. Some lessons are better learnt at home anyway." He said with a cocky glance at you. This however did nothing to calm poor Rowoon who's face was now permanently frozen in flustered offense.

The two of you quickly grabbed your things before Youngbin tightly wrapped his arm around your waist and slipped past the other members, wasting no time in racing home. You were both excited and nervous, you couldnt wait to have some alone time with your boyfriend, but you also knew that by the end of the night you wouldn't have just 1 set of red cheeks.

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Hope you enjoyed! 💗

This was dedicated to 2 people I know who both love our Binnie! They also helped me have the confidence to start this blog! My best friend 💜🌠 and the writer @lost-inthedream I love you both!

[solargroup09]

long nights with new friends

⤷ Mina x Youngbin: the beginning of their friendship

⤷ warnings: slight mentions of alcohol/drinking

⤷ word count: 1.8k

“Yeah, I can pick up the cake, it’s honestly no problem.”, I said, quickly putting my phone on speaker so I could continue washing the dishes. “Really?! Oh, you’re truly the best and I love you.”, Eunha on the other end of the line breathed a sigh of relief. I just chuckled. “I love you too. And don’t worry too much, the evening will go smoothly - and hey, it’s your birthday, you actually shouldn’t worry at all but have fun!” My friend sighed again, before agreeing with me and promising that she would try to relax a bit before the first guests would turn up. 

“Okay, bye then - see you later, unnie!”, we both bid our goodbyes and I hung up. I squealed and pressed one hand over my chest when I turned around and spotted Skylar standing in the doorway of our tiny kitchen. She just began to grin when she saw my shocked face. “Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”, she said, sounding more pleased than apologetic, and nodded towards the phone in my hand, “Was that Eunha?” I nodded, quietly pocketing my phone and walking past her. “Yeah, she’s kinda stressed about her party tonight, so I offered to pick up her birthday cake. Means I have to leave a bit earlier, but that’s fine with me, I don’t mind.”, I explained, and Skylar rolled her eyes at me, half amused half exasperated. “Of course you don’t - you’re already finished with getting ready anyway, Miss I’m-always-on-time.” I just stuck out my tongue at her and shrugged. “Punctuality is a virtue. One you should maybe try one day too.”, I teased and - before she could retort anything - quickly ducked out of the kitchen, shutting the door of the little room we shared. Our apartment was tiny, but it was ours - we were both trainees and therefore not much at home anyway, plus we would move into a bigger dorm once we actually debuted anyway. For now, we had this teeny tiny flat together, paid for by our families until we were able to make our own money - which would hopefully be very soon.

Two hours later, I jumped up the stairs to Eunha’s apartment, excited to finally see her again after a few weeks. Both our busy schedules made it impossible to see each other more often, but for her birthday, I had managed to get an evening off. Balancing both the cake and a gift for her in my hands, I fumbled for the doorbell and just seconds later, my friend flung open her door, crushing me into a bear hug - she was truly quite strong for such a petite woman. I yelped, trying to keep the cake as well as my gift from being squashed between our bodies, but began to grin from ear to ear. To finally see her again made me really happy, and as soon as I had managed to discard both the cake and her gift in the kitchen, I quickly hugged her back and wished her a happy birthday, playfully ruffling her dark hair. Even though she was older than me by one year, I was still taller - which wasn’t really surprising, I was taller than most Korean women. Eunha smiled and leaned into my side, inhaling deeply. “You smell nice. Is that the perfume I got you for your birthday last year? Oh, by the way - the other guest hopefully show up soon too.”, she said, and I nodded. “Yep, it‘s your perfume. And who’s coming anyway? Anyone I know?”, I asked while Eun Ha finally ripped open my gift, squealing in excitement when she saw I had gotten her the new SHINee album, and the signed version at that. “YOU’RE THE BEST!”, she said and hugged me again, before answering: “Mhm, besides Namjoo, I don’t think so. I only invited other trainees from the 1Million dance studio as well as some old friends from High School.” I just nodded again, before helping her set up the last of her birthday decorations on the little rooftop of her apartment building, where her little birthday party would take place. 

Over the next hour, the other guests arrived one after another, bringing gifts, some bottles of alcohol as well as more snacks with them. The new SHINee album was playing in the background while everyone talked animatedly, Eunha doing her best to include me in most conversations. Not knowing anyone besides her and our mutual friend Namjoo didn’t really bother me - I was always quick to make new friends, and immediately hit it off with a sweet looking girl called Jiyeon, who introduced me to a handsome guy named Junsun. He shot me a fleeting smile, before filling three glasses of Soju for each of us. We talked about this and that, mostly about how each of us met Eunha - the two of them because they were dance trainees as well, and me because we used to work the same part-time job - until a last guest arrived. Junsun immediately called him over to us, wrapping one arm around the taller man’s neck and introducing him as his hyung Youngbin. The dark haired man had a very sweet smile and quickly bowed to each of us, before introducing himself again and asking for our names in return. Junsun busied himself with pouring some more Soju for us, and before I knew it, I had already drowned three glasses in under an hour. 

I knew it was about time to eat something, so I quickly excused myself to get some of the snacks Eunha had provided for her guests. I didn’t even notice Youngbin following me until he came up beside me, making me jump and squeal in surprise. He laughed and immediately apologized, hiding his smile behind his hands while his eyes formed little crescents. He had a really cute giggle, I noticed, and couldn’t help but laugh with him. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry.”, he said, and leaned a bit closer to reach for a kimbap. I waved his apology aside, continuing to munch on some radishes, before asking him: “So, you’re a 1Million dance trainee as well?” He shook his head. “No, not anymore - I used to be, but I’m actually a trainee under FNC Entertainment now. I still dance with the studio trainees sometimes though, and that’s how I met Eunha. How about you? Are you a new dance trainee? I don’t think I’ve seen you before”, he inquired, tilting his head to one side and gazing at me for a few seconds. Now it was my turn to shake my head. “No, I’m not a dance trainee - I actually definitely have to do some serious work on my dancing. I’m a trainee under WJ Entertainment though - but I’m more gifted with singing and rapping, not so much with dancing. Our agency is quite young, and we don’t have many trainees yet, but I hope I’ll be able to debut soon.”, I explained, and Youngbin pursed his lips, thinking hard. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve heard of WJ before. But well, if they’re quite a young company, it makes sense, I guess. Was it always your dream to become an idol?” I shook my head again. “Oh no, not at all. My audition was kind of an accident, I guess? I was only there as moral support for a friend who auditioned, but was asked to perform something as well. Apparently, they really liked me, because I got signed that very same day.” Youngbin just made an impressed noise, before beginning to pile food onto a plate to take back to where Jiyeon and Junsun sat, patiently waiting for us to join them again.

We continued our conversation for the rest of the evening, and I quickly realized how easy it was to talk to him - it truly felt like we had known each other for half an eternity already. He told me about his aspirations, and that he had always dreamed of becoming an idol, but that his one true goal in life was actually to become a dad one day, and to have a family of his own. My heart melted at his words, and I couldn’t help but squeeze his arm in understanding - one of my dreams was having my own family one day, too. I told him about where I grew up - in Busan, right by the sea -, and how I missed the salty air and fresh breeze here in Seoul. The sea and water in general had always held a strange fascination for me, maybe twinged with a little bit of fear. Youngbin began to giggle uncontrollably when I told him that I always called the sea “scary yet beautiful fish soup”. 

The rest of the night flew by: we drank way too much Soju, had at least ten laughing fits, talked about literally everything and anything - from politics to philosophy to our favorite snacks to our most embarrassing childhood stories -, and by the end of the night, when the sky was slowly turning from midnight blue to hues of grey and finally soft yellows and reds, we bid Eunha goodbye. Youngbin and I strolled around the quiet and deserted streets of her neighborhood, each of us holding a bottle of water to quickly get rid of the alcohol in our systems. We discovered an empty playground and sat down on the two swings, but were more swaying than really swinging on them. We stayed quiet for a few minutes, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward - it felt just as natural as talking to him. 

Finally, he looked at me, his warm, dark eyes full of uncertainty all of the sudden: “Do you sometimes feel like you’re not enough? Like you won’t succeed in anything?” His voice was quiet, and I couldn’t help but reach out and take his hand in mine, squeezing it lightly. “Oh yes, way too often, actually. But being insecure is part of growing up and of finding yourself, and the only thing we can really do for now is to push forward and to try and improve ourselves, every day a bit more. Don’t ask how, but I know you’ll succeed - that we both will succeed, one day. But if you ever feel the need to talk to someone about your feelings - please know that I’ll always have an open ear for you. I’m your friend now.”, I answered softly, and he gave me a sweet smile. “Thank you, Haemin-ah. I’ll make sure to remember that - and the same goes for you. Just give me a call or send a quick message, and I’ll be there for you, always.” I tilted my head to one side and returned his smile. 

I already knew that this was just the beginning for us - the beginning of a deep and amazing friendship.

[kpophours]

Private Lessons (M)

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / one shot, tutor AU / fluff, smut 

➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex (handcuffing, oral: receiving/giving, toys, a bit of dirty language, slight breath play), slight cursing

➵ word count: 5.1k

You are nervous.

Clutching your way too heavy bag between your hands, you look around the little café. You’re a tad too early, but you had hoped your new tutor might already be waiting for you. You only know him from a picture so far, the one your mutual friend had shown you a few days ago. All you remember is a handsome face, soft brown eyes and dark, fluffy hair - but that’s about it. You have never been good with faces, much more so with names.

You take another step into the café, trying to find the face you’re looking for - but suddenly, someone calls your name: “Y/N?”

You turn towards the voice and see him: a smile graces his handsome face, dark eyes forming little crescents when he walks towards you, one hand extending towards you for you to shake. You release a shaky breath and return his smile, relief spreading through your whole body. “Youngbin?”, you ask while you shake his warm hand and he nods. 

“You found the place alright?”, he inquires, leading you to his table in the back of the café, a bit more quiet and away from all the noise of the other people. “Yes, I’ve actually been here before.”, you explain, taking the seat opposite him and placing your bag on the free chair beside you. “Ah.”, he just makes, shuffling through some papers in front of him, “Okay, so I heard you’d like to receive some additional lessons in Korean?” You nod enthusiastically. “Yes, exactly! I’ve been taking some classes at university already, but there are limits to what you can learn in those. My friend said you’re offering private lessons, so I thought I’d ask you for help.” Your explanation is rushed and you begin to fiddle with your fingers, but you can’t seem to stop the nervous tick - Youngbin is handsome and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter a bit.

Which is ridiculous because he is your tutor who you’ve only just met.

But still…

“That’s right! The easiest way to learn a new language is to speak to someone who’s fluent. And I’m more than happy to help you with that! So, I’ll have you take a little exam first as I need to know how much you’ve learned so far. Afterwards we’ll talk about what we can and will do to improve your Korean skills and what we should focus on. Is that okay with you?” He has clearly thought about this or done this kind of tutoring more than once already, that much is obvious - he seems very organized and structured. You nod in agreement, and take out your study notes to give to him while you take the little questionnaire he’s prepared for you, slowly beginning to fill it out, thankfully not having too many difficulties with it. 

He flips through your notes while you work on the exam, humming from time to time in approval, before he looks up and smiles at you. Your stomach flutters, but you try to ignore your body’s reaction to him. He waits for you to finish the questionnaire and checks your answers afterwards, finally nodding to himself. “Well, I see you’re already pretty advanced. You probably won’t have any problems talking in Korean to me, I think. I know talking in a different language can be scary and more difficult than reading or writing in it. So, I want to put you out there and have you talk to people! Not only to me though - we will visit a Korean BBQ restaurant and I want you to order something for us. We’re also going to watch some kdramas or Korean movies and I want you to explain the plot to me afterwards, talk about your favorite characters and scenes and so on. How does that sound to you?”, he finally proposes, propping his chin up on his hand and gazing intently at you. 

You tilt your head to the side and think about his idea for a few seconds. Then, you finally nod: “I think that sounds like a reasonable plan. My friend didn’t say anything about payment yet, so I think we should talk about that, too.” Youngbin shrugs. “We can settle that some other time. I want you to have a few lessons with me first, to see if you feel comfortable with me - and with my teaching methods. If you want to continue after about… two weeks, we can talk about the payment.”

You lift both eyebrows at that. “You’ll work for free…? For two weeks?”, you inquire, a bit baffled at his generosity and he grins. “I mean, I get to eat delicious food and watch some amazing movies as well as tv shows in the company of a beautiful woman. I think that‘s not too bad.”, he explains, giggling adorably when he sees you’re beginning to blush.

“I guess we have a deal then.”, you finally manage to say and he nods, reaching out his hand for you to shake. When his warm, much longer fingers wrap around yours, your heart begins to pound twice as fast. You quickly snatch your hand back, hoping it won’t seem rude. But Youngbin simply smiles at you and takes a sip of his coffee. “Well, let’s begin with our first conversation in Korean, then.”, he finally says, leaning closer and gazing at you with warm eyes, “You start.”

The first lessons with Youngbin are a bit… awkward, maybe even tense. It truly is something entirely different to talk to a native speaker, you quickly notice and are, at first, a bit hesitant to talk freely to him, afraid you’ll make too many mistakes. But you soon learn not to hold back - Youngbin is not one to judge, he’s always quick to help whenever you try to think of a word or stumble over a pronunciation. He radiates trustworthiness and warmth, quickly making you feel comfortable around him. It doesn’t take long until you begin to meet up outside of your planned tutoring lessons - it starts with Youngbin spontaneously sending you a message asking if you’re free one afternoon. You actually don’t have any plans, so you meet up for some coffee just around the corner of your workplace. This, soon, starts to be a regular place for you both to meet, sometimes before work, sometimes afterwards. You also go to the cinema to see a few non-Korean movies together. One evening, he even cooks for you and it isn’t even... that bad (you still offer to be the one to cook next time).

One day while you’re on your way to work and see a new message from Youngbin (with an attached image of his super adorable dog Jamong), immediately beginning to smile brightly, you’re hit with a realization.

You’re have fallen for him.

You almost choke on your coffee, quickly stuffing your phone back into your pocket and clutching the seat under you with alarming force.

Oh no no no no no.

This is not good. You can’t be in love with him. He is your tutor! Just because you began to hang out outside of lessons doesn’t mean he actually likes you… Right?

Your mind is beginning to spiral and you almost miss your stop, stumbling in your haste to get off the bus. The cold air outside clears your head a bit and you take a few deep breaths.

No need to panic. Feelings come and feelings go. This isn’t the end of the world. You can just… pine from afar. And then you’ll end the tutoring lessons and won’t ever have to think about him again.

Yes.

That’s a good plan.

… Right?

… It’s not a good plan.

The second Youngbin messages you again, you already have your phone in hand and come up with something witty to text back. When he asks you to come over to his place for tonight’s lesson, you immediately agree.

With your new revelation, you’re twice as nervous when you ring the bell to his house. Your heart skips a beat when you hear the door buzzing, and you quickly enter, taking the stairs instead of the elevator to give yourself a bit more time to prepare. Jamong runs towards you as soon as you step into the hallway, the door to Youngbin’s apartment thrown open. You kneel down to greet the little ball of fluff, scratching his ears and murmuring soft compliments while smiling down at him.

“Can I have some of those scratches as well?”, an amused voice from the doorway suddenly asks, and you look up. Youngbin’s almost towering over you, looking down at you with a small smile playing on his lips. You release a shaky breath at your positions, but before your mind can begin to wander, he holds out his hand for you to take and quickly pulls you up and into the apartment, Jamong following you both inside. 

“I thought we could order takeout and watch a movie, what do you think?”, Youngbin asks, already halfway into the living room. You kick off your shoes and hang your jacket on the rack, following him quietly. “Sounds good to me.”, you simply answer and sit down on the couch, Jangmon shuffling through your legs and nudging you with his nose to get some more cuddles. You oblige, the little fluff being too cute not to. 

“Perfect. You can think of a movie while I order us Chinese. You’ll take the same as always, I guess?” 

You smile at him and nod, feeling all mushy and warm inside because he remembers your preferred food like it’s no big deal - but to you, it is.

Half an hour later, an Avengers movie plays on tv, Jamong has disappeared into the kitchen for his own dinner and you sit beside Youngbin, your entire body tense. You see how he glances at you from time to time, a small frown on his face, like he tries to figure out what’s wrong with you. 

“Are you okay?”, he finally asks and you jump at the sudden noise. He chuckles at your reaction and places one warm hand on your arm, rubbing it gently to calm you. “Relax.”, he murmurs. You smile shakily at him and nod. “I’m fine. Just…”, your mind is reeling, “A long day. I’m a bit tired and tensed up.” He nods in understanding. “You have a lot to do at the moment. I could massage your shoulders to help you relax...?”

“What?!”, you almost squeak, head whipping around to face him. He raises one eyebrow. “A… massage? To help you relax?”, he repeats, lips twitching. He tilts his head to one side, dark eyes observing you. “I heard I’m quite good at giving massages.”

Your heart skips a beat at that.

… Why did he tell you that?!

“I- I …. No thanks, I’m good?”, you finally answer, voice wobbly.

You quickly turn to face the tv again, missing the smirk blooming on Youngbin’s face.

About 15 minutes later, your food arrives and you’re glad for the distraction. When you open the obligatory fortune cookies, you almost groan out loud: The love of your life is right in front of your eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you mumble under your breath and Youngbin peaks up. “Hm?”, he makes, leaning over your shoulder to read your quote. You quickly close your fingers over it, shrugging. “It’s nothing. Let’s continue to watch the movie, okay?” He observes you for a few seconds, before beginning to smile again. “Sure.”

Back on the sofa, he gently places a fluffy throw over you both, shifting closer to you so both your bodies fit comfortably under it. You place both hands in your lap, just so they don’t begin to wander in search of others, but then you think better of it and simply sit on top of them.

Better be safe than sorry.

When Youngbin notices your shifting, he chuckles. “What’s going on? Why are you sitting on your hands like that?”, he asks quietly, leaning closer towards you and observing you with dark eyes. You blink like a deer caught in headlights, mind empty while you stare into his brown orbs. “M-my hands are cold?”, you answer in a small voice and he releases a soft “Ah”. 

Then, he holds out both hands, a silent invitation. You curse yourself for your flimsy excuse, grumpily placing your hands in his. His fingers immediately close around yours, so much bigger and longer than your own. Your hands look almost ridiculously small in his. He gently begins to rub your hands in between his, blowing gently on them. “They’re not even that cold.”, he finally says, “So maybe you‘re just feeling cold in general? Not that you’re coming down with something.” His worry touches you and you quickly shake your head. “I- I… guess I already warmed them up a bit while sitting on them.”, you reply and return his relieved smile. “That makes sense. Still, I’m always happy to share my body heat with you.” 

And with that, he throws one arm around your shoulders, pulling you close and snuggling you into his side. You can barely suppress your surprised squeak, whole body tensing against his. His fingers draw gentle patterns on your shoulder and soon, you can’t help but relax against him, your heart beating unnaturally fast inside your chest. When you finally dare to place your head on his shoulder, you feel his lips ghost over your temple. He suddenly shifts a bit and you look up at him. His eyes are earnest while he gazes at you. 

Time seems to stretch while you lock eyes, but then your gaze drops to his lips. He releases a shaky breath when he sees this and then, suddenly, his mouth is on yours. He pulls you even closer to his body, one hand gently cupping your cheek. His head lowers towards yours, lips gently brushing against yours, tongue silently demanding entrance and slipping inside when you open them, caressing your tongue with his. You quietly moan at the sensation, both hands fisting into his shirt and clawing at the soft cotton to pull him even closer. He gently bites down on your lower lip, breaking the kiss to press his lips on your jaw, slowly making his way down, teeth grazing the soft skin on your neck without breaking it. He sucks, hard, making you mewl at the sensation.

Your whole body is hot and tight and alive, hands trembling slightly and heart pounding twice as fast. He reaches your collarbone, pulling at your shirt to bare your soft skin to him, leaving open mouthed kisses on it. Your hands fist into his hair and you pull at the soft strands, softly and without much force, but it makes him grunt and lean backwards. His pupils are dilated, lips slightly swollen and hair already a mess. He fixes his gaze on you, lips curling into a small smirk when he sees your lust-filled expression. “You tell me if you want to stop.”, he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against your lips and looking at you for consent. 

You nod and a rushed “Please don’t stop.” leaves your lips. He groans at that, pressing his forehead to yours and releasing a shaky breath. “Thank God.”, he murmurs before diving back into kissing you. He shifts you, pulling on your legs so you lie on your back, with him now towering over you, his hands slipping under your shirt and softly caressing your sides, slowly making their way up. He ghosts his hand over your clothed nipples, drawing a moan from your lips. He smiles into the kiss, pulling your lower lip into his mouth to suck on it. Then, he releases it again and looks down at you, gaze hazy with lust. He grinds his hips into yours and you feel his bulge pressing into your core, a shaky groan passing your lips. 

“Y-Youngbin.”, you plead and he raises one eyebrow. “Yes, darling?”, he answers, the grinding of his hips not stopping. “Please touch me.”, you whine, shifting your hips to meet his halfway and he groans at the movement. “Mhm, I can’t resist if you ask so nicely.”, he replies, quickly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it on the floor. He quickly unclasps your bra as well and when you’re bared in front of him, he groans at the sight. “God you’re so fucking beautiful, darling. Such soft, pretty skin. I’m going to make you all mine tonight.”, he whispers against your skin, leaving gentle bites on your neck and collarbones, before taking one nipple into his mouth, beginning to suck harshly on it. 

Your back bends upwards and you grind your hips against his bulge. He gently kneads your breasts, before making his way further down, kissing your stomach and hip bone, finally halting at the waistband of your jeans. He looks up at you, toying with your belt. “You’re okay with this?”, he asks gently and you nod heavily, making him grin. “Good.” With that, he hooks both your legs around his hips and stands up. You yelp, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him like your life depends on it. He chuckles, hot breath tickling your neck and presses his lips just under your ear. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”, he explains, hands kneading your ass while he walks you towards the door, which he closes behind him. 

Soft city lights illuminate the otherwise dark room, painting everything in soft greys. Your eyes quickly get used to the darkness and when Youngbin lays you gently on top of his sheets, you see the way his eyes take on an almost predatory expression. You instantly clench around nothing, more wetness pooling between your legs while your stomach jolts. Slowly, he begins to pull down your jeans, helping you wiggle free of them. He makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat when he sees the white lace barely covering you, already sticking to your wet core. He stands up again, still completely dressed, and looks down at you, lower lip pulled back between his teeth. 

He seems to mull something over, before finally coming to a conclusion. He walks around the bed and opens the second drawer of his nightstand, pulling out two silk ropes. When he sees your questioning expression, he grins almost wolfishly. Then, he reaches for one of your wrists, gently wrapping the soft rope around it, before pulling your arm up and wrapping the other end around his bedpost. Your breathing is already getting erratic and you can’t help but rub your thighs together, hoping to get at least some friction to stop the almost painful need between your legs. When Youngbin sees you shifting, he swats your thigh, the stinging pain making you whimper. 

“Don’t.”, he says - softly, but the warning is there. Immediately, your whole body tenses and you stop your movements. Then, he takes your other hand, tying it to the bedpost as well. Your whole body is tight with anticipation and your eyes follow his every move. He takes his time, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and over his forearms, long fingers working deliberately. You gulp at the sight, eyes wandering towards the front of his jeans, his hard cock forming a deliciously big bulge for you to ogle at. You moan at the sight, shifting on top of the sheets, getting impatient. Youngbin’s dark eyes dart towards you, lips curling. “Patience, darling. It won’t be long now.” He opens the drawer again, clearly looking for something - then, he seems to find it. When you see the pink vibrator and the blindfold in his hands, you almost pass out. He smirks when he sees your surprised yet expectant expression. Gently, he fastens the blindfold around your head, pulling it over your eyes and you release another shaky breath at the sudden darkness. You feel the mattress dip when he finally joins you back on it again, beginning to leave slow kisses on your lower legs, working his way up, leaving gentle love bites on the insides of your thighs.

Your breath comes out in unsteady fits now and you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on before - and Youngbin hasn’t even really touched you yet.

Just then, he ghosts his lips over your clothed core, drawing a whine from your lips. “Please, Youngbin, please.”, you says in a hushed voice, not caring that you’re literally begging now. You just need him, need some friction or else you’re sure you’ll just combust. He chuckles at your distress and pulls the lace to one side, revealing your slick core to him. He moans at the sight. “I can’t wait to taste you.”, he murmurs, “I can’t wait to finally split you open on my cock.” He grins when you groan at his words, one long finger slipping between your slick folds, teasingly circling your entrance without slipping inside just yet. “I have thought about this moment so many times.”, he murmurs, pressing another kiss on the inside of your thigh, “Thought about having you on the counter top where I always take my coffee. Just bending you over and taking you from behind. Thought about pressing you against the wall when you take a shower.”, you hear the smirk in his voice, “Thought about touching you under the table in our coffee shop.” You whine at his words, hips bucking without being able to stop them. “Tsktsktsk, darling. You know I’m the one in charge here.”, Youngbin’s voice is stern all of the sudden and he swats your thigh again, quickly soothing the reddened skin with one of his large hands, “Just a bit more patience. We’re almost there, I promise.”

With that, he pulls down your panties and you’re finally completely bare underneath him. You hear the slight buzz of the vibrator when he turns it on and not long after, he presses it against your core, teasing your entrance until he draws impatient whines from your lips. Finally, he pushes it inside, you‘re already so slick with want that it easily glides inside. You moan when the vibrations begin to hit you, and can’t help but clench around the toy, making your whole body tremble with lust. All of the sudden, Youngbin’s lips close around your clit and suck, harsh, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp out his name, tugging on the ropes around your hands, but they hold firmly. 

Youngbin hooks your legs over his shoulders, and dives back into eating you out. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the familiar pressure start building in your body, skin tightening, mind blurring with lust and then, you snap, shattering around the vibrator and on Youngbin’s lips. A small scream tears from your lips and your legs begin to tremble, but Youngbin is insatiable now, lapping up your release and continuing to suck on your clit, the vibrator suddenly buzzing even faster and harder. You squirm under his caresses, everything feeling too much and not enough at the same time, whines and prayers spilling from your lips until your second high is approaching at racial speed. 

You tug on the ropes again and this time, they actually give you some kind of support when you shatter for the second time, a hoarse curse tearing from your lips, every thought being ripped away from you. You feel blissed out, whole body trembling, legs and arms prickling softly. Slowly, Youngbin withdraws the vibrator from you, pressing a last soft kiss on your clit, before sitting back on his knees, sliding your legs from his shoulders in the process. He crawls over you, and gently tugs the blindfold away from your eyes. 

His smile is soft when looks at you, one eyebrow quirked in a silent question. “That was....”, you trail off, head still spinning from pure bliss, and lean towards him to press your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue when it slips into your mouth. When he breaks the kiss again and presses his forehead against yours, you’re still breathing hard, heart pounding inside your chest. “We don’t have to go all the way tonight.”, Youngbin murmurs against your lips and you shake your head. “Oh no, I think we have to. I can’t wait for another night.”, you whine, grinding your hips and making him groan when your slick core presses against his bulge. 

“Your wish is my command, darling.”, he says, lips curling into a smile and then, he slips off the bed to undress. Your heartbeat quickens immediately, tongue darting out of your mouth to wet your lips at the sight. He notices your gaze and quirks one eyebrow, pulling his jumper over his head and throwing it into a corner of the room. You bite your lip when you take in his well defined chest, the broad shoulders and muscular arms. Then, he steps out of his pants and reveals his more than pressing bulge, making you groan and tug on the ropes around your wrists again. He grins at your desperation, hovering over you again and pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck, until he whispers into your ear: “Would you like me to release you from those ropes, darling?”

You nod hastily. “Please. I want… I want to taste you too.”, you say, voice and eyes pleading. He groans at this, quickly unwrapping the ropes and soothing the slightly red skin on your wrists by pressing his lips to the marks. “You did so well, my darling. God you’re so pretty when you come, do you know that? A masterpiece and only for me to look at.”, he murmurs against your skin and you whimper at his pleased tone.

“If you want to please me now, you better get on your knees.” His demeanor is completely changed again and you straighten at his tone, immediately crawling from the bed and getting on your knees, looking at him through your lashes, body tight with anticipation. He groans when he sees you gazing at him and slowly, he presses his index finger against your lips. “Open. Relax your jaw.”, he murmurs, tugging his boxer briefs down and freeing his length. You gulp when you see it for the first time, marveling at the beauty and girth of it.

It is perfect and all yours.

You obediently open your mouth and Youngbin pushes inside, moaning when you close your lips around him and suck, tongue running over the length of him. “God, you’re such a good girl for me, Y/N. You’re taking my cock so well.”, he whispers, slowly thrusting his hips forward. You let him take over, slacking your jaw, hands gripping his thighs to steady yourself against his thrusts. He pushes both hands into your hair, gently pulling on it and making you whine around him. You clench around nothing, almost dripping with want and need for him. His cock hits the back of your throat and tears begin to gather in your eyes, but you continue to look at Youngbin, at his hazy, lust-filled eyes, the way his teeth dig into his lower lip and how he gazes down at you, full of adoration and awe. “God, darling, you’re so pretty like this. Letting me use you like this, your mouth was fucking made to suck me off, hm?” His voice is hoarse and his breathing stutters until he suddenly withdraws his cock from your mouth, letting you breathe freely again. 

“I can’t wait anymore.”, he says, pulling you up and against his chest, kissing you long and in an almost desperate manner. “God, you’re perfect.”, he murmurs against your lips and walks you back towards the bed, laying you gently on top. You feel your mouth get dry, when you see him roll a condom over his length, positioning himself in front of your entrance. He looks at you, head slightly tilted, and opens his mouth to ask for permission, when you grind your hips and force the tip of his cock inside you. He groans and slowly pushes inside, one hand wrapping around your thigh to open you even further, his other hand gripping your own, interlacing his fingers with yours. You wrap one leg around his hip and use it to push him even deeper inside of you. You both moan when he bottoms out, his body pressing into you at all the right places, feeling like he’s everywhere at once. 

“You’re okay?”, he murmurs when he feels you clench around him and you nod. “Y-yes, you can move now.”, you answer a bit breathlessly and he smiles, pulling out of you, only leaving the tip of his cock inside until he slams his hips back into yours. You close your eyes and quickly lose yourself to the steady, almost punishing rhythm he sets inside of you, hips pushing against yours in an almost bruising manner. He lets go of your thigh, long fingers gripping around your throat, using just enough pressure to make you a bit dizzy. You moan, voice hoarse and begin to clench around him. His left hand lets go of yours, slipping between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb. 

Your third high quickly barrels towards you and you finally shatter again, clenching around him and moaning his name, over and over again. He grunts, your hole clenching around his length making him quickly tumble over the edge as well. With a few last thrusts, he finally comes to a halt, breathing heavily and nuzzling his face against your neck. 

You bury both hands in his slightly damp hair, ruffling it a bit and making him laugh. He draws back to look at you and begins to smile, before leaning down again, kissing you slowly and deliberately. “How about a bath and some hot chocolate afterwards?”, he murmurs against your lips when he breaks the kiss and you smile, nodding happily. “That sounds amazing. Y- you were amazing...”, you whisper, a blush creeping on your cheeks. 

He grins, maybe a bit proud, and gently cups your cheek. “As were you. You definitely don’t need any private lessons in the bedroom.”, he teases and you giggle, kissing the tip of his nose. “But I think we found a new reward system for your rapidly improving Korean skills now.”, he adds and you blink at him, surprise written all over your face. 

He laughs and flashes you a wolfish smile, kissing you one last time before pulling out of you and quickly discarding of the condom. Then, he extends one hand towards you. 

“Come on, let’s go take a bath now.”

You smile and take his hand.

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Muse

Pairing: Rowoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: An artist and their model- both too attracted to each other to admit it. 

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Rowoon sat a few feet away from you, as still as he could, which wasn’t very still at all, but you appreciated his effort. You had a sketchbook propped against your knees and a pencil in hand, and were doing your best to trace the contours of his face against the page.

“How’s it going so far?”

“It’s okay.” You hadn’t gotten much completed yet, and if you were entirely honest, it was difficult to capture how beautiful he was. Still, it wasn’t altogether awful. He fidgeted as you looked up to take him in once more before returning your gaze downward. Without you knowing, he gazed at your figure, bowed over itself, infatuated with your focused expression.

It was fairly easy for him to sneak glances. You were always so engrossed in art that you barely noticed anything around you, which was lucky for him. This wasn’t news to you, of course. You knew how focused you could get as you watched graphite grind onto paper, trying to pull the dreams from your mind and trap them in the form of rough sketches and pictures. You got so focused, you almost forgot how attractive your usual model was.

Almost.

It was rather distracting to have a model of such caliber. Every angle on his face was breathtaking. Every shade of brown in his glossy hair was stunning. Every time he breathed in, you felt the urge to illustrate the way he looked when his chest rose and the way he looked when it subsequently fell. If only your hand could keep up with your brain, you’d have filled the room from floor to ceiling with stacks upon stacks of drawings, but alas- you had to focus on one moment of him at a time. 

“Am I sitting still enough?”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, you’re fine. I’m just grateful you’re willing to do this for me.”

I’d do anything you asked. Especially if it means I get to spend hours with you alone. The words floated around Rowoon’s head, taunting him with their straightforwardness. He waved them away with a swing of his large hand before he noticed you looking and flashed a totally natural smile. He sighed discreetly as you looked up every so often, each time your eyes alight with inspiration and flecks of sunshine. 

Sometimes he liked to close his eyes and take in the world that seemed to only exist for you two: the scratching of a pencil, the smell of aging wood and dust that was suspended in time, and the warmth of the setting sun on his skin. 

Time seemed to fade as he sat there. The world stopped turning, nighttime stopped falling, the ice in your water bottle ceased to melt. The air moved like honey, thick and sweet and slow, and he’d let himself drown in your drawing sessions if he could. 

He hoped you felt similarly, even if only a bit.

You did.

You wondered if he ever noticed you drawing extra slowly on some days, longing to extend the minutes and prolong the inevitable goodbyes and goodnights. You wondered if he thought you looked at him too long or too often, or with too much softness in your eyes. He’d be right. You wondered how you managed to get into such a wonderful predicament. So gently tortuous in its opportunities. 

“Is my pose okay?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Rowoon, it’s fine.” It was a silly question. No matter what he did, he’d look like a masterpiece anyway. That’s the beauty of being beautiful. Every movement, every instinct, every flick of a finger and every sidewards glance was lovely. 

“Alright, just checking. My shirt isn’t on backwards or anything?”

“No, it’s not. You know models don’t usually talk this much, right?”

He grinned sheepishly, swinging his legs gently through the air. He looked so young and boyish sitting there, like a grade schooler waiting to get his picture taken for the yearbook. It was such a contrast from his tall and imposing stature it made you smile without realizing.

Rowoon watched your eyes crease with affection, and prayed the glow of the sunset would mask the warmth on his cheeks.

He let the silence stretch on, only occasionally tapping his fingers on the underside of his stool when he couldn’t resist. He thought about how your eyes draped over him, taking in his minute details. He thought about your hands tracing over his silhouette, sliding across his jawline and shoulders, and flushed at his own imagination. He pictured what it would feel like if you were to actually get up from where you sat and touch him, your gray-stained fingers threatening to smear their imprint on his skin.

You looked at Rowoon, and wondered what could lead him to make that expression. How would you describe it? Tender? Bashful? It almost seemed scandalized by itself, as though it was trying and failing to restrain impulsive thoughts. It was both hard to look at and hard to tear your eyes away from. 

Your flush matched his. Your hearts pounded in tandem with each other, and you could almost hear their rhythm reverberating off the walls if you only listened closely enough.

Rowoon couldn’t stop his imagination from blooming with scenarios of you and him, and, worried they’d begin to overflow out of him in petals of confessions, broke the silence.

“S-so what are you drawing right now?”

You found yourself snapped out of the trance that peculiar expression of his had trapped you in, and took a moment to compose yourself and answer.

“Ah, the lips. My favorite part.”

There was a long pause, and you realized the implications of your answer as Rowoon pressed a hand to his chest, desperate to keep his heart contained within.

“Of me-”

“T-to draw! My favorite part to draw.”

“Right, of course!” He forced a laugh, and couldn’t even convince himself it sounded organic. 

You tried to return to drawing, but your pencil hovered above the image of his lips, and you found yourself clutching the thing too tightly to draw properly. You hoped it wouldn’t snap in your grip- you only had the one. What, you didn’t claim to be some professional artist who could afford more than one decent pencil at a time.

“…Why aren’t you drawing?”

Rowoon’s low voice seemed to fill the space around you, rich in its tone.

“It’s your favorite part, after all.”

He gulped. You imitated him unintentionally. His mind was going even more wild than before, practically exploding with thoughts of you. He bit the lip you were struggling to draw, teetering on the edge of no return. You were just a few feet away. The distance seemed to widen as he watched it, and it seemed to threaten that if he waited much longer, it would become too great a gap to close.

“Do you need a closer look?”

He got up from his stool, and took a step towards you. His feet felt glued to the floor, in the space where the model was meant to stay. He pried them up. 

You stiffened as you watched him come closer, the expression on his face mesmerizing yet somehow terrifying. While you could never admit it, never assume it, you understood what that expression meant. Who it was for. You covered your face with your sketchbook, but even with it blocking your vision, you could picture the way he looked vividly, and grew frustrated at its inability to shield you.

Long fingers tapped on top of the sketchbook, pushing it down and away from your face. No matter how many drawings you must have of this face, nothing could prepare you for it at this distance. 

He was crouched down on the floor, looking up at you. You’d never seen him from this angle. Your heart raced at the sight, sometimes forgetting to pause between beats. 

He took hold of your wrist gently, guiding it towards his face.

“Touch me.”

Your fingers reached out despite yourself, and pressed gently against his lips. Your thumb slid across his bottom lip, and while you weren’t sure if you could really be considered conscious, you took note of how soft it felt. 

Your sketchbook and pencil slid off your lap and clattered onto the floor as he kissed you.

His jaw was tilted upwards in your hands. His palm was large enough that it completely covered yours. You could taste the sunlight on his lips, warm and gentle like summer rain. They fit so perfectly against your own, it was a pity to separate them, even to kiss again a moment later. In those pauses, his murmurs would fill your mouth, your lungs, his mumbled words would dance on your tongue. He murmured your name. Your name, over and over, as if reciting an incantation. The way his voice sounded when he said it was soft and smooth and dark, and felt like velvet when it touched you.

It felt dangerous to kiss him. It was addictive, all too pleasant to be permitted. He grew sweeter each time you lingered. At some point you had slid off your chair to join him on the floor carpeted with eraser shavings. His hands had discovered your lower back, and embraced you like there was no other purpose for them in life. Meanwhile, your hands had found his neck and the collar of his shirt, and left the smudges of silver he’d been fantasizing about. You could feel his racing pulse against your fingers. 

The sun had finished setting. Cool shadows were strewn about the room, coating you in shades of gray and blue, but his hands on you were warmth enough. He looked at you, breathless in his arms, and wished he had the ability to draw, to immortalize this moment. He let his fingers run themselves through your hair, and smiled softly. 

You couldn’t even meet his eyes. You could feel the flush that had spread to the tips of your ears, the back of your neck. You figured if you were to face him directly now, you might simply melt.

He lifted your chin, and grinned when your eyes widened, then tightly shut.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I love you too much.”

You scrunched your face up tighter at the words that spilled out uncontrollably, far too honest to be intentional. His low laugh floated around your ears. You opened one eye cautiously, only to find him staring at you adoringly. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, then the other, then all across your nose and chin and forehead. He kissed your fingers, your palms, his lips exploring the hands that knew him well. 

“It’s the same for me.” He spoke into the curves of your hands. “I love you more than you can imagine.”

He cupped your face in his hands, and pulled you suddenly into another kiss, as if to memorize how it felt when your lips melted into his. You practically fell onto him, with his arms supporting you as you pressed against his broad chest. He leaned back onto the ground, gently taking you with him, and began to smile too widely to kiss you properly.

“Yes!”

He positively beamed in celebration, his soft hair splayed on the floor. He looked like an angel with a coffee-colored halo framing his face.

He really was a masterpiece.

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↳ The Meaning of Freedom |F, A|

Barista!Zuho x Street Racer!Dawon

Status: Finished

Sanghyuk’s parents have always been very controlling, and the way he deals with it through street racing. When he’s on his motorcycle, riding against the wind, he finally feels free. That is until he meets the cute barista Baek Zuho, who makes him challenge his perception of what it truly means to be free.

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A Happy Accident

soulmate!Youngbin everyone has a tattoo on their wrist indicating their soulmate word count: 445

a/n: This fic is a secret santa gift for @kpop-colorful-fairy! It’s been a lot of fun getting to know you and chat with you Hannah and I hope you enjoy this little fic! Merry Christmas!

On the inside of everyone’s wrist was a tattoo, one that showed you who your soulmate would be with two symbols, one for you and one for your soulmate. For you, you had yet to find the person with the tattoo that matched yours.

However, as you were walking down the street, studying your soulmate tattoo, wondering when you would find them, you bumped into someone. Looking up, you found the eyes of a handsome stranger. His eyes were a deep brown that captured your attention, his hair a sandy blond.

“Sorry!” You both said at the same time, jumping away from the other.

The man that you had bumped into looked at you with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“I’m fine!” You assured him, “And I wasn’t looking where I was going either.”

He reached his hand up to head, and was about to say something more when familiar symbols on his wrist caught your eyes. Your mouth opened wide, and without a word you held up your wrist for him to see.

His eyes widened as he studied your wrist and he let out a soft, “Oh.” And then he started laughing, a bright and genuine sound that made you feel light and happy. “What a way to meet!” He chuckled, “My name is Youngbin, and I’m so glad to finally meet you.”

You told him your name and he repeated it with a smile. “So then, soulmate, would you like to grab some coffee and get to know each other?” Youngbin asked, a wide smile on his face as he held his hand out to you.

“I’d love that you!” You said with a nod and took his hand. The two of you walked and talked, holding hands, and you’d never felt more at home.

Months later, after the two of you had officially started dating, you were sitting together on a couch, supposedly watching a movie, but your attention was much more on each other than what was happening on the screen.

As the two of you cuddled you traced the outline of the tattoo on his wrist, studying the shapes that were so familiar to you.

“What are you thinking about?” Youngbin asked gently, watching you trace his tattoo.

“As silly as it might sound, I’m glad I bumped into you that day. I don’t how long it would have taken for us to meet if not for that.” You looked up into his eyes and found yourself captured by the gentle fondness he looked at you with.

“I’m glad too,” he said, “And so happy to have you in my life.”

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Why Me?

Youngbin x Reader

Angst

Summary: Some times you have to do what’s best for you.

When Youngbin asked if you were ready to tell his band mates, you were so ready to tell them. The company would be notified afterward. And then eventually their fans would find out. You were nervous, but you knew that most of his group knew, or had an inkling, about the two of you. So telling them went smoothly.

His company was not happy though. They wanted their boys to be seen as available, at least towards their fans. So they were about to force the two of you to break up when you asked if you could just keep low. You really loved Youngbin, and you didn’t want to break up with him. So they eventually relented, allowing you to stay together, but since then your relationship started to go downhill.

“God, you know that I can’t do that!” He groaned as you suggested another date. 

“I just want to go on a date!” You yelled. “Is that so bad?”

“Yes! It is! I can’t be seen in public with you!” He yelled back. You paused, did he really not want to be seen with you. “I need to make my fans happy so that my group can continue to make music!”

“Well not all of your fans would stop listening to you if our relationship came out!” You tried to make your tears to back into your eyes, but they still continued to well.

“But most of them would!” 

“You know what? Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.” You yelled as you went towards the door. “Since you can’t take me on dates, or even show me the least amount of affection then what is this relationship?” You turned to him. “You already seem like you don’t even want to be seen in public with me, let alone show me any sort of love.” You scoffed. “All we do is fight now.” You pulled on your shoes, Youngbin standing in the middle of your apartment. “I’m going to leave.” You said quietly. “And when I come back in the morning, I want all your shit gone.”

[you-did-well-moon]

Sf9 reaction to s/o on their period

Type: fluff uwuwuuwu

A/n: oh god, fun fact, I got my first period on Halloween. I think I laughed too hard and it just- Moving on. I don't have a lot of cramps, but when I do, they’re bad T-T. I remember rolling around the floor screaming “I don't want to be a girl anymore” while my mom watched from the kitchen. She then told all my aunts. ahaha actually moving on now. On to the reaction. Don't be afraid to talk to me or to request - Moon

Youngbin

Youngbin strikes me as the type of person to make sure he really wants a relationship with someone before confessing, so you’re basically his ride or die and he’d do anything for you. That being said, congratulations, you have this boy wrapped around your finger. Your boyfriend is now your personal maid. He’s the type to make you feel good. Your tummy hurts? He’s trying to make it better by massaging it. You're suddenly upset with him because of a mood swing? Youngbin will take it like a champ smiling softly at you and crushing you into his arms while wondering how you can be so cute while pouting at him for accidentally leaving your favorite cup too high for you to reach. Youngbin already showers you in compliments, but he always manages to take it up a notch while you’re on your days of the month. Youngbin will surprise you with cute little things like a bath with a bath bomb and rose petals, your favorite flowers, or proposing to bake a cake together and making a mess of the kitchen. 

“Your pants don't fit because your tummy is bloated babe. It’s normal. Just wear some sweatpants. You look beautiful either way”

Inseong

Every time, Inseong will be a bit awkward with you. Not because you’re on your period, but because he wants to do nice things for you. He’s just worried he’s doing too much or that he’s being clingy. Eventually, (after some reassurance from you because he will end up talking to you about it) he’ll grow comfortable trying to take your mind off things by doing sweet random gestures. If you’re craving something, you’ll find it on your bed by the end of the day with a sticky note accompanied by a cute pick-up line on it. If you’re on your way to work/school, Inseong will send you a text to check your gallery where you find silly selfies he took while you were probably getting ready. He will make you lay your head on his lap with tinted cheeks, and he'll read to you even exaggerating some of the dialogue parts to make you laugh. If you’re having a particular bad day, you will get met with Inseong’s unsure smile with a blanket fort behind him and your favorite movie ready to play on his laptop.

“Eh? Those cookies on your bed? Me? No no, you got it all wrong. It was probably Casper trying to make one of the most angelic people in the world show her lovely smile again”

Jaeyoon

Jaeyoon’s energy will literally sky rocket every time you're on your time of the month. Homeboy is probably preparing jokes for you two weeks prior to your period (yes, he will keep track of your period that's just how much of a boyfriend he is). He loves seeing his girl laugh, and he wants you to spend the week your mood usually gets bought down happy. Especially because of him. This dude will not be afraid to tease you. Nothing about your period like staining the bed. He teases you about things he’s always teased you about like tripping on nothing. If you’re having a particularly bad day and Jaeyoon’s lighthearted teasing gets to you, he won’t hesitate to smother you in kisses. If you’re still mad at him, he’ll follow you around pouting and acting cute for your forgiveness. You of course, give in. Something cute I think Jaeyoon would do is sit you down, your hands clasped in his and his forehead pressed against yours holding eye contact with you making you tell him all the good things that happened in your day. He’ll give you a little kiss for every good things you tell him.

“Come on y/n, you know I didn't mean it when I laughed at the toilet paper stuck to your shoe. I can't have your cute little butt slipping because of toilet paper. I know! I’ll impersonate Dawon when he accidentally ate nail polish for you.”

Dawon

Did someone order a koala? That’s basically what he becomes every time your time of the month comes around. He’ll act a bit clingier than usual (okay maybe a lot), but if you ask for space, he won’t falter in taking a step back and letting you breathe. The only reason Dawon goes into koala mode when you’re on your period is because he wants to be there in case you need/want something. Honestly, he’ll probably do something stupid like draw on your face while you were taking a nap. He will be whiny the rest of the day when you scold him. In his defense, he thought you could both laugh about it when you eventually did get up. He makes it better by letting you do something he normally doesn't let you do because he gets flustered and blushes a lot. He lets you cuddle him trace and touch his tattoos with a limited time offer of cuddles (it's not that limited). Of course you've seen his tattoos a hundred times before, but he’s usually asleep for it. In turn, he will trace lines across the slopes of your face mumbling how his day went against the crown of your head.

“What do you mean you have to go to the restroom? The restroom can fit two people. Ouch- okay I’ll get off of you just come back ASAP. I don't think I can take being too far away from you for too long”

Zuho

Juho will make sure you’re having the time of your life the whole time you're on your days. He invites you to his studio where you have crazy dance parties singing and rapping to one of his songs while you dance around with colorful wigs and other wacky accessories.  He plays stupid games with you like paper rock scissors sticking out his tongue at you when you lose but still handing you his last Skittle. If you don't want to go out, that's perfectly fine for him too. He snuggles up to you on the couch while watching a scary movie spilling popcorn everywhere and screaming in an unbelievably high pitch. He’s just trying to make your period as not miserable as he can. He becomes even softer for you (if that’s even possible). He lets you play with his hair or put crazy makeup on him. Although he may look grumpy while in the process, he goofily laughs posing ridiculously when you tell him he looks pretty. He’s even letting you distract him in the studio tickling you when you grab his attention for too long.

“I never thought I'd look this good in long pink hair. You got the lyrics wrong but I'll let it pass since you’re cute.. and I love you”

Rowoon

Seokwoo usually teases you a lot, but he eases up on it when you’re on your period.He will bring you tea and pills when you’re having cramps watching worriedly as you curl up in pain. He runs his hands though your hair softening the crease between your eyebrows and shushing you softly when you whine out in pain. He will push you to eat saying the healthier your body is the better you will feel after your period ends. He contentedly smiles watching you fondly when you eat what he made. He will bring you outside and make you play something simple such as catch telling you he read on the internet that moving around will help ease up the pain in your lower abdomen. He is very patient with you when you get overly sensitive over something listening to you talk waving your arms around while internally thinking of how cute you look crying at Finding Nemo. He then eventually herds you to the bed telling you take a nap tucking you in and leaving a kiss against your forehead rubbing his nose against yours playfully before leaving to shower promising to join you later.

“Come on love, let's take a nap. I promise you’ll feel better when you wake up. See your beautiful self later babe, rest up”

Taeyang

Taeyang will also be one to tease his girlfriend, but he will change up his teasing. Instead of teasing you to annoy you, he'll do it more to bring up your mood and make you laugh. He pinches your cheek and calls you cute. Actually, you didn't advise him when you were on your period until you were sure the relationship was serious. When you first told him, Taeyang was a bit awkward, but he quickly shook it off smiling and nodding asking if you needed anything. Knowing how sensitive you can get during your time of the month, he’ll get a bit protective (not overbearing) of you. If a member teases you, he sends them a small sharp glare. He will make sure you don't watch that movie that makes you cry every time. He will make sure you spend your days while on your period as relaxed as you can. Taeyang would take you on walks with beautiful flowers and plants along the path smiling as you take everything in beaming in delight. He will stay at home with you playing his guitar while conversing about random topics with you.

“This isn't the first time you've seen those flowers jagi, yet you still stop to look at them every time. You're too adorable for your own good sometimes angel”

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung will be the member who will be the shyest when you first tell him you're on your period. He’ll probably also freak out the most when you start curling in on yourself because of some painful cramps. He probably runs around the house looking for something that can help you until you eventually tell him what kind of pills to get you and to heat up a water bottle. There’s nothing to worry about, he will definitely be more prepared for next time. He will constantly ask you if he can do anything for you, and he gets a hang of what helps you out the most. Hwiyoung spends a lot of time with you goofing off and playing around. He draws with you purposefully giving you a big nose while drawing you and cackling when you lightly throw a pencil in his direction. Something you guys would probably do is intentionally get movies many say are bad and laugh while watching them. When you fall asleep on his shoulder tired of the day’s activities, he will fondly gummy smile at you before gently shaking awake to go to bed.

“What do you mean your uterus is murdering you? Is that normal? Oh- please don't cry. Tell me what I can do to take the pain away love”

Chani

Early in the relationship, when you first tell him about your period, he will observe you quietly. He just wants to see how he can help you out, so he doesn't do anything wrong when he’s trying to take care of you while you’re on your days of the month. After getting a good look at what he can do to help you out, he will be more active around you when you’re on your period. He will take many naps with you softly singing you to sleep and resting your head in the crook of his arm lightly running his hands up and down your arm. He will act cute only for you when he sees you’re having a hard time. He sits next to the bathtub when you’re in the bath he prepared for you, and he even massages your shoulder before throwing a towel at your face telling you to finish so you could go watch some movies. He’s playful with you chasing you around your apartment spinning you around when he catches you. He smiles warmly at you and chuckles lowly when you give him those puppy eyes asking if you can go to the corner store to get snacks. He just ruffles your hair agreeing a second later.

“So what if this is the fifth nap we’ve had this day. We both need our rest. Now go to sleep and dream of me”

[zuholymama]

Kim Youngbin | The Escort

Chapter 4. / Onward

Warnings: -

Word count: 3989

Pairing: Youngbin x OC (female)

Featuring: Jaeyoon, Suho (EXO)

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3

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Surrounded by darkness, his small feet run desperately. Water puddles splashing under his worn-out shoes, making noises that don’t comfort him at all for his fear blocks his hearings over his surrounding except for a chilling gruff voice.

“YOUNGBIN! GET THE FUCK BACK OVER HERE!”

Panting heavily, Youngbin doesn’t let that feral scream stops him. He doesn’t want to go back to that monster. He’s done with all of the pain. Tonight is about his life and death.

The road seems to be never-ending. He hopes to find anyone, any person to help him to get away. But it’s 2 AM in the middle of the night. Not many cars in Syracuse are going out and he doesn’t see any policemen standing around. The boy curses his fate. Could tonight possibly be the day when he will finally lose his life? His lungs are starting to giving up on him. The man chasing behind doesn’t slow down at all. Fear is the only source of his adrenaline rush; survival instinct is his only ally. Not too far from his position, he sees a gas station nearby. There is a crossroad ahead and the green light shows it’s okay to cross. Not like it matters to him if it doesn’t, the road is as empty as the fridge in his ‘home’.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE FROM ME!”

That threatening scream is starting to get closer to him, yet it is drowned within the sound of his thumping heart and tired breaths that he doesn’t realize screeching wheels coming from his far left. The moment his little feet finally reach the other side of the road, oddly everything seems to change. He cannot hear that heavy boots again. He cannot hear that monstrous scream again. Little Youngbin thought his ears can only hear those two sounds, so when he wonders why it suddenly becomes silent, he dares to look behind to see what’s wrong.

A black car is there with his fear laying motionlessly covered in blood.

“…Dad…”

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” …So my parents have been… involved in criminal activities?”

“Not directly, but yes.”

“And you and Suho are assassins from an orphanage that puts up a ballet theater as a disguise of their crimes and then sent out to protect me from my father’s mad business rival?”

The man merely nods. He doesn’t need to utter a word when she answered him like that, she gets everything.

“…I want to say that you were joking but considering what has happened for the past few hours, it’s enough to know that you’re not,” The woman lets out a long sigh that she has been holding on for too long, “Damn…”

Youngbin doesn’t dare to speak a word. After explaining everything to Junko, his throat feels like it’s dried up to the bone. He’s done the thing that he mustn’t do. Revealing the problem. However, it’s odd how the first thing he’s concerned with is the woman in front of him. He’s worried about her in a way that he can’t describe. Thinking about her first days in New York going downhill with the events from tonight brings him a pang of guilt. More so as a man who hates losing, Youngbin truly curses himself for failing his order.

“How did you know I was attacked?”

Her voice stops his train of thoughts like the thunder roaring outside of the rain. Fidgeting between his thumbs, Youngbin wonders if he should tell her the truth about this one.

“Youngbin?” Jun asks again. She’s starting to question his weird behavior.

Staring at the window that’s painted with rain drops, Youngbin’s mind wonders back into the time of the accident. “It was Jaeyoon,” he answers, “The doctor that you met in the bar.”

The woman blinks a few times in confusion. “Jaeyoon? But how come?”

“He called me soon after I dropped you off in the lobby. I was on my way back to report things,” his deep brown eyes never left the window and the rain, “He told me that they got Junm—I mean—Suho hyung. The man who tried to harm you before was tailing us when we drove back to the apartment.”

“What do you mean!? Is Suho okay!?”

“He got shot.” The statement brings out a loud gasp from Jun’s mouth. “Whether or not he’s okay, I will have to check up on him later. I hope he is.”

Biting the inside of her cheeks, Junko is trying her best to hold in her anger. Even with the whole explanation Youngbin gave her, she still feels like being left in the dark. “What the hell exactly happened after we left that bar, Youngbin?”

“Jaeyoon told us he saw someone had been watching us from the other side of the road. Me and Suho hyung wanted to take them out first before it becomes a problem. We agreed to part ways, I trusted him to go at it alone. Turns out it was a deliberate plan to separate him and me. It would be easier for them to kill us if I were alone to protect you.” The brunette sighs before he continues again, “Thankfully… Jaeyoon was there to help him. He is currently in Jaeyoon’s care.”

Junko’s frown hasn’t left her exhausted face. Knowing someone is actually hurt because of her, she doesn’t feel good about it. More over even though it’s hard for her to admit it, she’s already thought of Suho as her friend. Knowing a good person actually went out his way to protect her even though she knows it’s just his job, it doesn’t stop Junko from feeling that way. Right now, she feels conflicted of how she should feel. Everyone she cares about is involved with bad things. Because of that she’s involved as well even though she knew nothing about it.

“I’m sorry, Jun.”

That sudden apology snaps Junko out of her mind. “…What for?”

Biting his lip, Youngbin speaks slowly, “I’m sorry for hiding things from you and let harm befalls you,” he tightens his fist on the bed sheet, “I was careless. I promise it will not happen again. I will protect you.”

His determined eyes and calm voice put her in a trance. Jun can feel there is something more into those words. She doesn’t dare to assume but she knows the warmth of that promise is true.

“If anything happens, call your escort.”

That message rings even louder now than before.

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Waking up from his nap on the couch, Youngbin sluggishly takes his phone by the table to see the time.

“4:00…” He mutters as his eyes squint from the bright screen.

Rubbing his eyes, the man walks lazily into the bathroom to wash his face. When the cold water hits him, Youngbin can feel it pulling out his sleepy consciousness away. The man feels reluctant to be awake. Yet, there is something more important he has to do while the woman he’s taking care of is fast asleep. Putting both of his hands by the table, the Iron Fist stares at his reflection on the mirror. The water that’s dripping from his bangs brings tiny echoes once it hits the ceramic sink. He needs to get himself together.

Walking out of the bathroom, Youngbin is checking Junko who’s sleeping soundly at the bed. He can see the blanket that’s hugging her going up and down. It seems like she’s sleeping well. Seeing that makes Youngbin unknowingly smiles. He’s glad to know she’s tired enough to be that deep in her slumber. Walking towards the table by the couch where he slept, he takes his bag and phone away and slings them on his back. When his attention goes to the window, he realizes that the rain has stopped.

After making sure he has brought everything, Youngbin walks back slowly towards the bed, afraid to make any sound that would wake the woman up. When he’s close enough to see her face, the man squats down to see her much more clearly.

“…Looking at you like this; I’ve never realized just how pretty you are…” He whispers silently that he hopes even God can’t hear him. Staring at her sleeping face in adoration, Youngbin can’t stop his calloused hand from brushing her falling strands of hair away from her cheek, “Sleep well, Jun. I’ll be back.”

With that, the Iron Fist stands back up and walks away towards the door. He needs to check up on his brother.

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Parking his car by the sidewalk, Youngbin grabs his bag and then gets out and be greeted with cold night winds. The road is empty but the warm colored lights are still on to accompany him. Looking around his area, the man checks his surrounding to see if anyone follows him. His eyes are trained enough to see in the dark and he knows no one’s suspicious enough in his proximity. Walking to the alleyway beyond the sidewalk, it gets really wet under his feet. The sound of water splashing reminds him of a certain memory that he prefers not to call back at times like now. His brother is his number one concern.

Turning to the left, he sees a red rusty door on a brick-walled building. A single light flickers on top of it. He continues to briskly walking towards the door and then knocks exactly 5 times upon his reach. After several seconds, a small rectangle window on the door frame opens and reveal a pair of black-slit eyes. After confirming who’s his guest, the resident closes the window again and then follows with the sound of door unlocking. It reveals Jaeyoon in his white coat and duck slippers.

“How is he?” Youngbin immediately asks as he steps inside the house.

“The bullet shot through his shoulder, but he’s fine,” The doctor explains as they continue to walk briskly through the corridor, “If I wasn’t there to shoot the guy first it would’ve been his heart.”

They both soon arrive inside a dim-lit room. It’s spacious enough to hold 2 beds and a bookcase that is filled with bottles and documents. A table is visible with surgical tools. They appear to be used recently, a proof of the doctor has been treating a man in his house. Youngbin sees someone is sleeping on the bed by the wall. Recognizing the pants they’re wearing, Youngbin is sure that person is his brother.

Walking closer towards the bed to confirm, Youngbin can finally see the face he’s been expecting. His brother, Junmyeon, is sleeping soundly. The injured man’s topless torso is covered with bandages. His breathing looks to be a little ragged, but that is the side effect of suppressing the pain.

“Oh, thank goodness…” Youngbin sighs as he closes his eyes, “Jaeyoon, thank you so much.” He adds.

“You are welcome, old friend.” Jaeyoon smiles, “I gave him enough pain killer to help him sleep. But I’m afraid he’s not going to be able to fight for awhile.”

“That’s alright. I can handle the rest. Jun’s staying with me until the work is done, I won’t let her attend her college. Junmyeon hyung’s role isn’t needed anymore.”

“I see…” Jaeyoon nods in acknowledgement. Wanting to speak more, the dark-haired doctor hisses, feeling bad about the thing he’s going to say, “By the way, Youngbin. I really hate to ask of this to you, but—”

“I know, Jaeyoon. I came prepared.” The Iron Fist cuts him first to save his friend from the discomfort. He opens his brown bag to pull out a gold coin. The same one that he used in The Continental, “Here.” He says as he gives the coin.

“Thanks,” Jaeyoon grins and takes the coin from his friend’s calloused hand, “You know what the adjudicator would do to me tomorrow if he knows I saved your best pal without this.” He sighs as his hand move that coin around as if it’s nothing but trouble.

Youngbin merely chuckles, knowing well what would happen if that scenario does come true. It’s not pretty that’s for sure.

“Make sure he’s staying here until he’s well enough. Knowing that idiot, he would still try to go even when he can’t wear his own shoes.”

“You bet.” Jaeyoon grins. His deep dimples show deeply under the dim light. “Where are you going after this?”

“The Bowery.”

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Fluttering her eyes open, Junko can see the morning light’s seeping through the curtain. Her eyes are still heavy but her brain is telling her to wake up now. Stretching her legs under the soft blanket, she turns her back away from the window and tries to go back to her peaceful slumber again. If anyone could see her now, no one would expect what happened to her night. It appears like when it comes to sleep, Junko doesn’t let anything disturb her.

Yet something does bother her. Turning her head to see the couch by the window, she realizes her escort isn’t there.

“Youngbin?” She tries calling out.

The bathroom seems to be empty as well. There’s no sound of water running. Thinking perhaps the man is going out alone on his own, Junko only sighs and then goes back to her sleep. She’s not that worried, perhaps too lax for her current situation. But she can’t help it. When it comes to sleep, her mother needed to drag her foot out of the bed once to get her to school. However, it isn’t only about her drowsiness. She believes he will come back to her.

Starting to slowly doze off back to her dreamland, suddenly she’s woken up by a door unlocking by itself. Her mind jumps out on alert. Her eyes that were heavy are now open to see who’s coming in.

“Where did you go…?” Junko asks lazily. But her mouth hangs open in confusion when she sees the one who’s coming in isn’t her companion, “Who are you?”

Wholly stepping inside then closes the door behind them, the unknown person answers with a sweet smile.

“Good morning, Junko. The name’s So Ra. I’m Youngbin’s friend from Ruska Roma. Nice to meet you.”

Feeling dumbfounded, Junko sits upright to process her morning better. A stranger woman in red hoodie walks uninvited inside. And then she’s claiming to be her guardian’s friend? Where is Youngbin? She can’t just trust her out of the blue. That So Ra can just be anyone. The Continental is a place where Youngbin said all criminals are not allowed to attack each other. What if this woman is one of those people who’s after her head?

“Where is Youngbin?” Jun sternly asks. Her knitted eyebrows show that she’s not feeling friendly right now.

“I can’t tell you where he is right now, but feel free to call him to confirm about me.” So Ra replies, still standing by the door. She won’t walk another step unless she’s sure Jun can trust her.

Cautiously taking up the stranger’s offer, Jun picks up the phone by the nightstand. Her deep brown eyes don’t leave So Ra just yet, afraid that the woman in ponytail would do something funny. Searching for Youngbin’s name in her recent calls, she then finds it on top of the list and calls him immediately. It only takes her two rings before the man picks it up.

“Where are you!?” Jun rises her voice out of fear, “I woke up and you’re not here. Why did you leave!?”

There’s a pause greeting her instead of his warm voice. Jun almost lashes out again but the moment she opens her mouth, that voice answers her. “Hey Jun, I’m sorry I didn’t want to wake you up. There’s something I gotta do to track Doyle. How’s your sleep?”

“Are you serious? You’re asking me that right now?” The woman’s annoyed with his indifferent attitude, but a part of her feels soft towards his attentive personality, “Where are you, Youngbin?” she sighs.

“Central Park. Anyway Jun, is someone named So Ra currently with you?”

“Right! That’s why I’m calling you! Who is she?”

“Relax, she’s not our enemy. Can you turn on the speaker for me?”

“Ugh…” Pulling away the phone, she turns on the speaker as she stares at the stranger who’s still standing idly—and whistling? The nerve! “…It’s on.” She begrudgingly says.

“Hey, So Ra.”

“’Sup Youngbin. A little help to persuade her would be nice.” The woman in red chuckles.

“Jun, So Ra is my friend from Ruska Roma. She’s there as a backup in case Suho hyung got hurt. I visited him this morning at Jaeyoon’s and he’s in no condition to protect you. So Ra will be his replacement to help me.”

“I-I see…” The light-haired woman mutters feeling a little relieved, “If you say so, Youngbin. Just… please come back.”

Another silence comes. The worried woman thought the line got disconnected, but hearing the sound of cars going by from where Youngbin is seems to tell her that isn’t the case.

“Youngbin?” Junko calls again.

“O-oh, yeah. I’ll be back, don’t worry. You’re safe with So Ra.”

“But you will still come back right?”

“…I will, Jun. You’re still my responsibility.”

“…Okay. I’ll be waiting. Be safe, don’t do anything reckless.”

“I can’t promise you that but I’ll try.” Youngbin chuckles in amusement. If his client were to ask his friends in the orphanage, he bets she would be surprised by how much he’s doing the opposite is in a fight. “Alright, make sure to eat breakfast downstairs with So Ra. Don’t go alone. I’ll be off. See you later, Jun.”

“Mm. See you later.” Turning off her phone, Junko sighs. She looks back towards So Ra who’s looking back at her with a friendly smile, hoping Junko can accept her to protect her. Jun closes her eyes and then nod with a smile. That’s enough confirmation for the other woman to finally walks further inside the room and sits down comfortably on the bed.

“Hungry?” So Ra asks as she tilts her head.

“Very.”

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Putting his phone away to his jacket, Youngbin looks around his surroundings as he sits on the wooden bench with a coffee. There are a lot of families hanging out here, pigeons flying, kids playing balls and kites, it’s a lively public space. He’s a bit jealous of their ignorance. He wishes he could have that much spare time right now, preferably with Jun, considering his brief conversation just now. Pulling out a piece of paper from his jeans, Youngbin takes a look at the hasty hand writing on it.

Central Park, 8:10 AM, wooden bench on the south side near the trash can.

He lifts up his left wrist to check his watch. It’s 5 minutes before the designated time. Sipping his coffee to wash away his drowsiness, Youngbin continues to look at the scenery to see any sign of person he’s supposed to meet now.

“Iron Fist?” A sudden female voice from behind surprises him too much that he almost takes out his gun. But before he can, the friendly smiling face that’s greeting him stops him from doing so.

“Did Bowery King send you?”

Walking to the front of the bench, the black woman sits down comfortably before she introduces herself, “Yes. My codename is Nightingale. Nice to meet you, Iron Fist.”

“Just Youngbin is fine.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t feel professional to me. Please bear with my code of courtesy.” She answers still with the same smile.

“If you say so.” The Iron Fist shrugs.

“Thank you for your understanding. Here is the address that you’re looking for,” Nightingale says as she gives him a piece of paper and some photos. There’s a cursive hand writing on the paper, spelling the place of his target. “A lone penthouse in 990 Fifth Avenue. You should be able to get there in 20 minutes from here. Charles Doyle is currently renting the place to keep an eye on your client. Be aware of the guards outside. He tightened up the security since last night.”

“He’s scared of what’s coming to him.” Youngbin darkly chuckles. He feels honored with his target’s countermeasure. That shows the guy is taking him seriously. “Is he currently there?”

“Yes he is. He goes to work on 10 AM.”

“Alright,” Youngbin puts the pieces of information in his pocket, “Thank you for your valuable information Miss Nightingale. I’ll be on my way.” Standing back on his feet, Youngbin walks back towards his car still with the warm coffee in his hand. Sipping it once more, he licks his lips and then silently smirks. Charles Doyle is gonna end today.

After going through the traffic, he’s finally arrived on the marker on his navigation. As soon as the penthouse is visible, Youngbin slowly pushes the brake to park behind the trees. The penthouse is going uphill. From where he is, he can see there’s a lot of men in suits walking around the perimeter. After making sure he got his gun and ammos ready, Youngbin checks his bag again to pull out a set of white bandages.

When he goes to fight, the brunette feels naked without them. These bandages are a part of him. They may be thin and lacking the necessary protection like gloves, but the warrior wouldn’t want it any other way. Before he steps outside of the car, Youngbin ties the bandages around his hands, making sure it’s not too tight but enough to make them feel secure. Using his teeth to tie the last knot on his right wrist, the assassin is ready to go.

“Let’s do this.” He speaks to himself, his eyes are filled with determination.

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“So… you’re a ballerina?” Jun asks as she puts a piece of sausage inside her mouth.

“Mmhm. In Ruska Roma the girls have to learn the art of ballet.” So Ra answers with a shrug.

“Is it tough? The training?”

“Hellish.” So Ra shakes her head as she puts down her cup of tea, remembering a nasty incident during her first month, “Had to pluck my fucking toe’s nail due to the rigorous training.”

“No way…”

“I think every girls in there went through the same thing. But, in the end we all just call it tough love.” The girl in red chuckles to hide her pain, “Mother used to tell us that ‘art is pain and life is suffering’.”

“…I don’t think that’s true.” Jun sadly mutters out loud, her eyebrows creased in disagreement.

“It is Jun, if you desire perfection.” So Ra sighs, she understands the sentiment behind Junko’s comment. But her client who is newly introduced into this whole crime underworld needs to know that their world is different, that way of naïve thinking is something foreign, undesirable. “And for Mother, mistake is unacceptable.”

“…But Youngbin said I wasn’t supposed to know about this whole problem. What’s gonna happen to you?” Jun asks worriedly.

“Well,” So Ra grins as she leans back on her seat, sighing after imagining what’s going to happen to them, her included, “You don’t need to worry about that. What matters the most is to kill the guy that’s been targeting you and keeping you safe.”

Telling her not to worry is just doing the opposite to her. She shudders to think of the worst case scenario that could happen to So Ra and Youngbin, possibly even Suho. She hates to put them into more trouble than they’re already in for her. More than this, Junko doesn’t think she can take it.

Oblivious from their attention, a man far away from the dining room sees them sitting together and exchanging carefree laughs. His hand picks up his phone to take a picture, a proof for him to keep and spill towards someone he knows would be not amused with the situation.

To be continued

[leskpopdreamers]

10.23 AM]

After Chani caught you several times looking at him at awe, when he played the violin, he offered you to teach you how to play it. You happily agreed and bougth a violin for yourself. Chani felt very happy and proud, everytime you made progress and he would always reward you with a little kiss in between.

[kpophours]

One Love || part VI

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: none

➵ word count: 2.9k

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Driving home that night, Youngbin knew he would have to talk to Inseong - the time had finally come. 

The first date with you had been absolutely perfect, everything was just so... easy when it came to you. You seemed to just accept him, with all his flaws and antics and sometimes probably strange behaviors. He was still in complete disbelief over the fact that he had actually told you about Mina - and on your first date, at that. 

You were truly just perfect, at least in his eyes.

And your first kiss…

Youngbin couldn’t help but smile, his lips tingling with the mere memory. The wolf inside him was purring too, happy and content after spending an entire evening in your sole company. 

The alpha sighed deeply, getting out of his car and walking towards the farmhouse. Some of the windows were still brightly illuminated, which wasn’t really surprising even though it was already long after midnight. Youngbin was sure that most of his brothers had stayed awake just to immediately ask him about his night. It wasn’t unusual for Youngbin to spend some nights away from home - mostly at his repair shop -, but all his pack members had somehow known that tonight was different. Even the most oblivious and indifferent member of his pack - aka Chani - had silently observed his alpha getting ready earlier this night, his expression questioning and almost suspicious. Youngbin couldn’t blame any of them as he himself wasn’t even sure when he had last worn such nice clothes - and perfume. 

So, he had basically known from the very beginning that the others would ask him about his night as soon as he would return home. Which meant that right now, he readied himself to be interviewed - or more like, bombarded with questions - as soon as he would enter the house. 

… And he was proven right. Immediately after opening the front door and stepping into the hallway, Dawon practically pounced on him, grabbing his arm and pretty much dragging his alpha into the living room where everyone else was already assembled, sprawled on the floor or sofas. 

Youngbin sighed inwardly and looked at his pack members, who were all gazing back at him with round, curious eyes. Inseong was the only one not looking at him right now; he simply stared down at his lap where he was fiddling with his hands. His expression wasn’t giving anything away - which was a rather alarming sign as Inseong’s face was usually an open book.

“Where were you?”, Chani finally asked, and Youngbin’s lip twitched. Of course the others would make their youngest ask him about his night; everyone knew he had a very soft spot for Chani. 

“I was out.”, Youngbin answered, crossing both arms in front of his chest and leaning against the wall, pressing his lips together in an attempt to keep himself from smiling. “The details! I’m stunned.”, Dawon immediately huffed in a rather annoyed voice, “Care to tell where exactly you were?”

“Or why you smell of Y/N?”, Jaeyoon added, a smirk on his lips. 

Youngbin felt his jaw tick at the mention of your name. “I want to talk to Inseong first. Alone.”, he finally replied, curtly shaking his head when he saw Rowoon opening his mouth in protest, “And that’s not debatable.” 

The pack just sat there, frozen for a few seconds, before everyone got up, muttering a few curses and glaring at their alpha until even the last one had finally filtered out of the room. 

“And no eavesdropping!”, Youngbin yelled after them, making Hwiyoung roll his eyes at him before he finally closed the door. 

The alpha sighed again and turned around to face Inseong who was still sitting on the couch, not having moved a single muscle. But now, his gaze was trained on his alpha, eyes dark and face unmoving. “I-”, Youngbin began, but the older man interrupted him immediately: “So, Y/N is your mate.”

Youngbin closed his mouth again, taking a deep breath before finally nodding slowly.

Inseong just sighed, tiredly rubbing his face before getting up and walking towards his alpha. “That’s what I thought. I… I wish you all the best, I truly do. This is the Universe’s will, after all.”, he then said, gently patting the smaller man’s shoulder, “But you could have told me about this from the very beginning, you know? I know that… well, what happened with Mina wasn’t your fault. And it was unfair of me to blame you for it and… and to treat you the way I did. I want you to know that we will always be a pack and that you will always be my - our alpha. But you’re also my friend, and that will never change. I’ll always have your back, I promise.” After finishing his little speech, Inseong began to smile, and Youngbin returned it immediately, relieved, giving him a slightly awkward yet tight hug. “Thank you, Inseong. This truly means a lot.”, Youngbin said when he pulled back again, and the other man just grinned and shrugged. “I had to get this off my chest. And now go and tell the rest that you’ve finally found your match - uh, I mean, mate, of course.” His dark eyes glinted mischievously, reminding Youngbin once more of a cunning fox rather than a wolf. He just nodded at his older brother. “Pray for me.” 

But Inseong just laughed before he opened the door - making all his younger brother topple over themselves and into the room, obviously having pressed their ears against the door to listen in on their older brothers’ conversation. 

Youngbin just sighed very deeply, raising one eyebrow. “Well, it seems like I don’t need to repeat myself after all.”, he said, half amused, half exasperated. 

Dawon just gave him the thumbs up, while the others at least had the decency to look slightly apologetic - or, in Chani’s case, sleepy. 

The next few weeks seemed to pass in a blur. 

You and Inseong had begun to work tirelessly on your research project and were actually making good progress - you were even invited to present your results at a conference which would be held in a few months. On top of that, you were also finally able to focus on finding a research topic for your doctor’s thesis, reading piles of books and often staying up until midnight or even later.

Besides work, you also spent a lot of time with Youngbin - your relationship developed rather quickly, which was almost a bit scary to you. It truly felt like you had known him for months or years already, not just a few weeks. Everything was just so… easy with him, and he just understood you so well and on such a different and deep level - none of your past partners had ever managed this before. 

Your favorite dates with Youngbin were your weekly movie nights, sometimes with, sometimes without the others. You also tried to visit him at the repair shop as often as you could, helping where you could (well, or distracting him). At least once a week, Youngbin stopped by your office and had lunch with you and Inseong; their relationship seemed to get better with every passing day as well, which made you very happy. The little restaurant where Youngbin had taken you on your first ever date had quickly become one of your favorites, and all the staff members knew both your names by now. 

You also began to spend a lot of time with Dawon and Jaeyoon, who were slowly becoming your closest friends. A few weeks into getting to know everyone, you also finally met their girlfriends and both immediately invited you over at their place to spend some girl time with them. Ava and you instantly clicked as you shared the same taste in music and books, and Kate was also very sweet - and rather quiet, which seemed to balance Jaeyoon’s loud and slightly eccentric personality quite well. 

All in all… life was pretty much perfect, and you hadn’t been that happy in a long time. 

“You’ll be here at around 9pm, right?”, your boyfriend asked you once again, making you giggle and roll your eyes in a playful manner. “Yes, Youngbin. Don’t tell me you’re already getting forgetful, how old are you again?”, you replied teasingly, mindlessly doodling something on the notepad in front of you. Youngbin at the other end on the line huffed, and you laughed again. “I’m just teasing you, old man. And I have to hang up now, our meeting is going to start soon.”, you said, and he sighed sadly. “Okay, I should get back to the cars as well. I’ll see you later, my love.” 

As always, your heart skipped a beat at his nickname for you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “See you later, Binnie.”, you answered softly and disconnected the call. 

Inseong, sitting opposite you, cleared his throat, a small smile playing on his lips while he lifted one eyebrow in a teasing manner. “Don’t you dare say anything.”, you just mumbled, quickly hiding behind a book, and making him chuckle. “I wasn’t going to.”, he answered lightly, and you huffed. “Mhm, sure.” You could almost feel his smirk.

To be honest, it had been a bit… awkward and weird at first; to go out with your bosses’ roommate and friend - especially after you had walked in on Inseong showering once. Your ears were still ringing with the mere memory of his ear-splitting scream - you were actually quite impressed by the high note he was able to hit. After a few days of avoiding each other, you had finally established a few rules: 

a) from now on, Inseong would always lock the door whenever he was in the bathroom, 

b) relationship talk inside the office was strictly forbidden, 

c) whatever happen between Youngbin and you was not allowed to impact your relationship with Inseong in any way, 

d) no unnecessary office talk while you were at the farmhouse. 

After agreeing on those four rules, life had definitely gotten easier and less awkward for you both.

“Come on, let’s go or we’ll be late for the meeting.”, Inseong finally said, interrupting your thoughts, and getting up from his desk. You just nodded and quickly followed him out of your shared office space. You really hoped the meeting wouldn’t take too long - because you could hardly wait to see Youngbin tonight.

Sadly, the meeting had been ridiculously long, unnecessarily so, some might say. On top of that, all the talk about calculations, numbers and new projects had given you a slight headache, so all in all, it had been a very long and tiring day. You wanted nothing more than to just sink into Youngbin’s warm embrace, eat something delicious and continue to watch your new murder mystery series - you and Youngbin were quite obsessed with it and you had practically threatened him with a slow and painful death should he ever dare and continue to watch it without you. 

It was already pitch black outside when you finally parked in front of the giant farmhouse - now more of a second home to you -, its illuminated windows making it look very homey and inviting. You smiled at the sight and quickly got out of your car, hurrying towards the front door and letting yourself in; Youngbin had given you a key soon after you had become his “official” girlfriend. The memory of him handing you the key together with your favorite flowers always managed to cheer you up and make you smile. He truly was the perfect boyfriend, at least for you. 

“Binnie?”, you asked upon stepping into the dimly lit hallway, and before you were able to kick off your shoes, your boyfriend was already skidding around the corner, quickly pulling you in his arms. He playfully nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving small kisses all over your sensitive skin. You giggled and squirmed under his gentle ministrations, until he finally lifted his head, pressing his lips to yours. You hummed appreciatively, wrapping both arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. When you finally broke apart again, your boyfriend smiled at you, dark eyes forming little crescents. “Hello, my love.”, he murmured and nudged your nose with his, making you break into a bright smile as well. “Hi.”, you whispered back, gently brushing some of his hair back and out of his face, making him almost purr at the sensation, both eyes closing. 

He suddenly snapped out of it, startling you, and took a step back, burying both hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. You immediately missed the warmth of his embrace and actually shivered a bit, wrapping both arms around your body and tilting your head to one side, a questioning expression on your face. Youngbin was gnawing on his lower lip, rubbing his face in a slightly exasperated manner. “Uhm… We- I…”, he stuttered, sighing deeply, “I need to talk to you about something rather important.” 

You took a small step back, worry washing over you. “O-okay?”, you replied in a small voice, ducking your head - dark, anxious thoughts immediately beginning to fill your head. 

Was he alright? Was he sick? Or was he... was he maybe going to break up with you?

When Youngbin saw your worried expression, he quickly took a step towards you again, gently taking your clammy hands in his warm ones. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. No need to look like someone died.”, he reassured you playfully, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek, “Okay?” 

You took a deep breath and gave him a weak smile, nodding once. 

“Well, let’s go for a quick walk then.”, he finally said, grabbing his shoes and jacket and opening the front door. You quickly followed him into the night again.

It was bitterly cold outside and you were already beginning to shiver a bit. Youngbin walked a few steps ahead of you, strolling towards the line of dark trees surrounding the farmhouse. You bit your lip, gaze darting from left to right, Youngbin’s reassuring words not having done much to help calm your nerves.

Where was he going? What did he want in the forest - almost in the middle of the night?

There were only a few clouds obscuring the night sky tonight, so plenty of stars were twinkling down at you, and the full moon was bright enough to illuminate your path - well, that was until you stepped in between the first row of trees. You hurried to catch up with Youngbin, almost stumbling over some overgrown roots in the darkness. Still, Youngbin didn’t stop, not even looking over his shoulder to check on you. You saw the tightness in his shoulders and the way he was ducking his head; he was obviously completely lost in thought right now, making you even more anxious. 

You finally seemed to have reached your destination - a clearing in the forest, parts of it illuminated by silvery moonlight while others were still hidden in the shadows of the trees. Youngbin stopped in the middle of it, finally turning around to face you again. He gently beckoned you towards him, and you carefully followed his demand, coming to a halt in front of him. He gently took your face between his hands and kissed you sweetly. When he pulled back again, his eyes seemed to glow gold for a second, and you startled, almost taking a step back. 

“There is something important I have not told you so far.”, he finally began to explain, taking a few steps back without breaking eye contact with you, “And it’s… It’s a rather big part of myself - and well, my life in general.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but your boyfriend raised one hand, a silent request. “Please let me finish. I just... have to say this. All of it.” 

You closed your mouth again and nodded. He gave you a small smile before taking in a deep breath. “There is more to this world than most people know - a secret, hidden world within the real one.”

You drew your eyebrows together, beginning to gnaw on your lip. 

What… what was going on?

“I want you to keep an open mind, okay? What I’m going to show you now… Just know that you’re safe. Nothing will happen to you, I would never- nothing will ever hurt you, not with me around, okay?” 

Goosebumps rose all over your body, and you wrapped both arms tightly around yourself - but you nodded, giving Youngbin the signal to continue. 

He inhaled shakily and began to rid himself of his clothes, making you gape. “W-what are you doing?!”, you squealed, quickly closing your eyes and feeling a slight blush creep on your cheeks. 

“It will only take a second, I promise.”, Youngbin answered, tone of voice slightly amused now. You pressed your lips into a tight line, keeping your eyes closed and resisting the urge to steal a glance at your boyfriend. 

Suddenly, you felt rather than heard someone - or something - come to a halt directly in front of you.

Open your eyes, Y/N.

It was Youngbin’s voice but… it - it sounded differently... like it was - inside your head…?

Without knowing why, you suddenly began to tremble - but finally gathered enough courage to open your eyes again.

And then, you screamed. 

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