#yungyu

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~🤤After The Race With 8TURN🤤~

Street Racer 8TURN x Fem reader

Smut

18+MDNI

Content warnings:

Sexual Content | Public Sex | Rough Sex | Dominant Behavior | Hair Pulling | Spanking | Dirty Talk | Degradation | Light CNC Themes | Orgasm Control | Overstimulation | Squirting | Choking (light) | Non-Explicit Violence (manhandling, forceful actions) | Exhibitionism | Impulsive Behavior | Possessiveness | Power Imbalance

Jaeyun

The rumble of engines still vibrates in your chest as Jaeyun’s car tears past the finish line, tires smoking and lights blurring around him. You and your friends watch from the sidelines—heart hammering—when he kills the engine mere feet away, steps out like he owns the night. Leather jacket hanging off his shoulders, hair mussed from the wind, he fixes you with a smug grin that makes your pulse spike despite your best efforts to look unimpressed.

He saunters over, every stride oozing confidence. “Thought you were too good to be seen at a street race?” he drawls, voice low and teasing. You cross your arms, chin lifted in false bravado. “I never said that,” you snap, but his laugh is rough, hungry. “Is that so?” he challenges, eyes flashing with dare.

His hand clamps around your ass—iron‑strong—and he yanks you behind the lot where no one else can see. The cold night air does nothing to cool the heat between you. He shoves you against a chain‑link fence, body pressing hard into yours. “You think you can act entitled towards me?” “Don’t forget, I know you.” he wipers in your ear with a growl, mouth crashing down on yours. His tongue ravages your lips while his free hand buries itself in your hair, tilting your head back.

One heavy hand slides under your shirt, nails dragging across your ribs before cupping your breast with bruising force. He pinches your nipple, watching it harden beneath his touch. “You’ve been dripping for me since I crossed that line,” he hisses, teeth grazing your collarbone. His other hand snakes down your jeans, two fingers diving between your folds. He finds you soaked—slick and ready—then circles your clit with rough, deliberate strokes until you’re trembling.

Without warning, he scoops your panties off in one swift yank and steps back to take a look at your dripping cunt. He strips off his own pants, cock stands thick and throbbing in the cold air. He grabs your hips and gives your pussy a harsh smack that has you screaming out in pleasure and pain. He lines himself up, and slams into you from behind. Fast, brutal, no hesitation—each thrust drives you harder into the fence, skin slapping against metal and flesh. You choke out a cry, gripping the gate as he groans your name.

He keeps pounding you, deeper, harder, until your vision swims. “That’s it,” he pants, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your waist tight. “Take it all, you filthy little slut.” Your orgasm rips through you like lightning—body shuddering, cunt clenching—right as he shudders above you, pulsing his cum deep inside. His growl vibrates through you as he rides out both of your highs.

When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t give you a moment to recover—just presses you back against the fence, breath mingling in harsh pants. “Never try to play hard to get with me baby, I already have you.” he murmurs, voice dark and promising. Then he steps away, slick and steaming, tossing you a crooked grin. “Make sure you see me tomorrow.”

Myungho

The roar of Myungho’s engine still thrums in your ears as he blows past the finish line, tires smoking and headlights flashing like warning beacons. You and your friends press against the guardrail, adrenaline surging, when he kills the engine and steps out—lean, dangerous, and utterly scorching in his leather jacket. His gaze sweeps the crowd until it lands on you. Your pulse leaps as he smirks, hair mussed from the wind, eyes glinting with challenge.

He strides over, every movement measured confidence. “You looked like you couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he purrs, voice low and teasing. You roll your shoulders back, chin high. “I could say the same about you,” you fire back, tone brittle. Myungho’s grin widens, teeth flashing. “Big mouth,” he murmurs, stepping so close your breath mingles. “Let’s see how long you can talk back when I shut you up.”

He grabs you—surprisingly hard—and he hauls you behind the pit wall, into the deep shadows where the night air is cool on your skin. He shoves you against a stacked tire, body pressing so tight it takes your breath. His kisses you, biting your lip, tongue slamming in. You try to break free, but his other hand snakes under your shirt, dragging it up and exposing your heated skin to the chill concrete.

He rips your jeans open and yanks your panties down in the same motion, discarding them like trash. Two fingers plunge between your soaked folds, dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clit. You gasp, hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckles, dark and low. “Already dripping for me,” he growls, thumb rubbing your slick entrance. “Fuck, you’re so ready.”

Suddenly he spins you, presses you face‑first into the tire, and positions himself behind you. His cock—thick, red‑veined, absolutely throbbing—slams into you. You cry out as he rims your walls with one deep, brutal thrust, spreading your wetness deep inside. He holds your hips tight, hips snapping forward in savage rhythm, each strike making your body tremble. He reaches for your clit and rubs it harshly, making you squirt and scream out.

Your moans echo between the tires as he hammers you relentlessly, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist. “That’s it, take every inch.” Your orgasm rips through you—waves of bliss that shudder your spine—while he buries himself deeper, shuddering with his own release, spurting hot and heavy.

When he finally pulls out, you’re both slick and trembling. He presses you against the tire one last time, and grabs your face like he owns you. “You won’t get to talk back next time. He steps away, jeans half‑zipped, tossing you a crooked grin. “I’ll pick you up for class from now on. See you tomorrow baby.”

Minho

The growl of Minho’s engine still vibrates in your chest as he tears past the finish line, rubber burning and headlights cutting through the night air. You and your friends press close to the guardrail, adrenaline slamming through your veins, when he kills the engine and steps out onto the pavement. Leather-clad, hair wind-tossed, he scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you—bright, predatory, daring you to look away.

He walks over to you, “Watching me, princess?” he drawls, voice low and dangerous. You fold your arms. “Just watching a show,” you snap, tone brittle. Minho’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “Funny,” he murmurs, stepping so close his heat washes over you. “I thought you said you didn’t care.”

Before you can walk away, his fingers clamp around your waist—hard enough to sting—and he yanks you behind a line of parked cars, into the shadowed space beneath the pit lights. Your breath hitches as he shoves you against the cold metal door of his ride, hands landing on your hips with bruising force. He crashes his mouth onto yours, tongue crashing against your teeth, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat.

One hand snakes under your crop top, dragging it up and over your chest in one smooth motion. His other hand slams your skirt up around your waist, exposing your cotton panties to the chill night air. He presses his palm flat against your stomach, pinning you as his thumb circles your hardening bud through the fabric. “Already this wet,” he growls, thumb brushing over your folds until you shudder.

Then he yanks your panties to the side and lines himself up, cock slick—thick and throbbing in the dim light. With one brutal thrust he drives into you, hips slamming forward so hard you cry out. Skin meets metal as he pins you against the car, your back arching beneath him. His hand tightens on your hip, the other tangles in your hair, forcing your head to the side.

He fucks you with savage, unrelenting force—each thrust deeper, harder, echoing in the empty lot. Your moans fill the space, mingling with the slap of flesh on flesh. “Ride me, baby,” he snarls, voice ragged. “Show me how much you love this.” You dig your nails into his shoulders, matching his pace, and your orgasm rips through you in hot, shuddering waves, shaking and overstimulated, just as he groans, hips jerking in one final, explosive release.

He pulls out, still buried halfway, cum dribbling down your thigh. He brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t act cold with me,” he whispers, voice thick, “Ever again.” Then he steps back and bleed to a kiss. “See you in class tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Yoonsung

The night air still thrums with the echo of roaring engines as Yoonsung’s car burns rubber across the finish line. You and your friends lean against the concrete barrier, adrenaline and the sting of cool air on your flushed skin. He kills his engine right in front of you, headlights cutting you in half like a spotlight. Leather jacket unzipped just enough to peek at a bare chest, he steps out—hair wild, chest heaving—and locks eyes with you. That slow, predatory grin tells you he knows you’ve been watching.

He strides over with silent confidence, boots echoing against the pavement. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. You square your shoulders, lifting your chin. “I was watching the race,” you retort, tone cool. He laughs softly, dark and amused. “Keep lying,” he growls, close enough that you can feel his breath. “I saw your hand slip between your legs every time I drifted around that corner.” “What were you checking for?,” “Did I get you too hot?,” He smirks.

Before you can protest, his fingers clamp around your wrist—painfully tight—and he yanks you behind the row of idling cars. He shoves you against the cold metal side of one of the rides, chest to back, and crushes his mouth onto your neck. His tongue licking over and soothing the bite marks he’s leaving, and you moan into him, surprised by your own eagerness. One rough hand threads through your hair, tilting your head back, while the other snakes up under your shirt to grope your bare ribs.

He grabs your hips and spins you, pinning your back against the car’s hood. His hands rip your top up in one motion, freeing your breasts to the chill air. He leans down, buries his face between your breasts, and sucks a bruise into your skin before biting gently. “So good,” he pants, pressing your body flush. “So fucking good for me.” His fingers slip between your thighs, pushing your panties aside to dip into your wet heat. “God, you’re dripping,” he rasps, circling your clit with two slick fingers.

You tremble as he plays with your clit. His other hand yanks your jeans and panties off in a brutal tug, scattering denim across the asphalt. He straightens, unbuckles his belt, and his cock springs free—thick, red‑veined, already leaking. He lines himself up at your entrance and slams in without warning. The brutal impact steals your breath, metal scraping against your cheek, and you cry out.

Yoonsung wastes no time. Each thrust is savage and relentless. He grips your hips, pulling you into him, filling you completely. Your moans fill the silent lot, mingling with the slap of flesh on metal. “Look at you,” he growls in your ear, voice husky. “Such a filthy little slut for me.” You clutch at the hood, nails scraping paint, body clenching around him as he speeds you toward the edge.

Your orgasm hits like a lightning strike—hot, shuddering waves that squeeze him tight—while he snarls and pounds through his own release, spurting cum deep inside you. Feeling overstimulated, you start to squirt. He collapses against you for a moment, chest heaving, before pulling out and pressing you back against the. He smirks. “Keep acting like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “and you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he straightens, zips up, leaving you with a tender kiss.

Haemin

The hiss of burning rubber still echoes in your ears when Haemin’s car skids to a halt, rear tires smoking in the dim light. You and your friends lean over the guardrail, pulses racing, as he steps out—leather jacket unzipped to reveal that sculpted chest, hair slicked back, chest heaving. His eyes sweep the crowd until they lock on you, and that predatory smile flashes like a promise you can’t—and don’t want to—ignore.

He strides over, boots clicking against the asphalt, every movement dripping with confidence. “Thought you didn’t give a damn about racers,” he purrs, voice low and dangerous. You lift your chin, crossing your arms. “You’re just a guy with a fast car,” you snap, trying to sound unimpressed. Haemin’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “Is that so? Prove it—walk away.”

Before you can blink as you try to take one step, his hand clamps around your wrist—iron-strong—and he yanks you behind the stacked concrete barriers where the pit lights don’t reach. The night air turns cold against your skin, but Haemin’s mouth is scorching as he crashes into yours, teeth grazing your lower lip, tongue raking over yours with fierce hunger. One hand threads through your hair, jerking your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other plunges beneath your crop top to press bruising fingers against your bare ribs.

He spins you around, pressing your back flat against the cold concrete. With one brutal tug, he rips your shorts down and yanks your panties aside, exposing you completely. His eyes darken at the sight of your flushed, heaving body as he takes one look at your wet and sticky pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, fingertips pinching your nipples until they pucker and harden. You gasp, arching into his touch as he circles your clit with a heavy thumb, drawing out a needy moan.

Two fingers slip inside you, slow and deliberate, curling to brush that perfect spot. He pumps them in and out with mounting urgency, thumb grinding your clit in vicious circles. “God, you’re dripping all over my hand,” he rasps, pressing you into each stroke. Your hips buck, chasing the friction, and he rewards you by sinking a third finger in, stretching you open with ruthless precision.

Abruptly, he drops to his knees and shoves his face between your thighs, mouth devouring your wetness. His tongue slides thick and rough across your folds, teeth grazing your clit, and you cry out, body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. He sucks you down harder while still pumping his fingers in and out of you, savoring every slick, slurping sound, before pulling back with a dark chuckle. “Taste so good, baby,” he murmurs, standing and positioning himself at your entrance.

With a savage thrust, he buries himself deep, hips slamming into you without mercy. You choke out a cry as his pace builds—fast, hard, relentless—each stroke jarring your body against the concrete. He fisted his hand in your hair, pulling you back so he can whisper against your ear. He repositions himself to the hood of his car and places you on top of him. “Ride me, slut. Show me how much you want this cock.” Your walls clamp around him, moans echoing off the barriers as you start to ride him. You shatter into your climax, and he follows, growling your name while he spills his cum deep inside. When he finally pulls out, he grants your chin forcing you to look at him. He gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek then your lips, breath hot against your skin. “Next time you try to act like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he kisses you once more, gets dressed, and steps back into the shadows, leaving you trembling and awaiting the next time he claims you.

Kyungmin

The roar of Kyungmin’s engine still thrums through your bones as he rockets past the finish line, taillights glowing like embers against the dark pavement. You and your friends lean over the barrier, pulse hammering, when he kills his engine inches from where you stand. He steps out—jacket slung low on his hips, hair plastered to his forehead—and sweeps the crowd with a predator’s gaze until he finds you. Your breath hitches under that hungry stare.

He strides over, boots crunching gravel, grin cocky as hell. “Didn’t think you’d stick around,” he drawls, voice rough and teasing. You square your shoulders, chin high. “I was bored of watching losers,” you snap, trying to hide how his nearness makes your pulse spike. Kyungmin’s grin widens, eyes flicking to your mouth. “We’ll see how long that attitude lasts.”

Before you can retort, his hand clamps around your wrist like steel, yanking you behind a line of parked rides where his car was parked and the lights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is fire as he slams you into the metal side of his car. His lips crush yours—teeth grazing, tongue ramming deep—while one hand knots in your hair and the other snakes up beneath your shirt, dragging it over your head in one brutal yank.

He spins you around, pressing you face‑first against the hood, and rips your skirt up around your waist, ripping your panties in half as he does it. The sight of your naked lower half under the orange glow sets something wild in his eyes. “So fucking vulnerable,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your slick folds. Two fingers press into you, hard and merciless, curling to stroke that spot that makes you see stars.

Your body jerks at the intrusion, breath catching as he slams a third finger in, keeping you stretched and trembling. He leans down and bites gently at your shoulder blade, eyes never leaving your trembling backside. “You like that?” he rasps. “Like being used right here on my car?” You whimper, aching for more, and he chuckles, dragging his fingers free just enough to watch you drip.

Without warning, Kyungmin pulls back, undoes his belt, and his cock—thick and leaking—slashes against your back. He positions himself, then drives in from behind with one savage thrust that makes you choke out a gasp. Skin slaps against metal in percussive beats as he hammers into you, each thrust deeper, harder than the last. One hand grips your hip bone, the other pins your shoulder, holding you exact while he fucks you raw.

Your climax crashes over you, hot and merciless, walls clenching down on him as he growls your name. He follows in seconds, spurting deep inside you, chest heaving. When he finally pulls out, he presses you down onto the hood by the neck. “Next time you think you’re too cool to watch,” he breathes, voice low and dangerous, “you’ll be begging me before the checkered flag drops.” Then he steps back, zips up, kisses your lips, and melts into the night—leaving you trembling, sated, and already craving the next race.

Yungyu

The roar of Yungyu’s engine still thrums in your chest when he rockets past the finish line, neon brake lights glowing like embers in the dark. You and your friends lean over the barrier, adrenaline pulsing through your veins, as he kills the engine mere feet away. He steps out—leather jacket half‑unzipped, sweat gleaming on his collarbones, hair falling into his eyes—and scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you. That slow, predatory smile tells you he’s claiming you already.

He saunters over, boots echoing on the asphalt, every movement radiating dangerous confidence. “You can’t hide those eyes,” he murmurs, voice low and magnetic. You lift your chin, arms crossed. “I wasn’t staring,” you snap, though your throat tightens. Yungyu chuckles, stepping so close you feel his heartbeat. “Don’t lie to me. I felt you watching every drift.”

Before you can pull back, his fingers clamp around your wrist—iron‑strong—and he drags you behind the row of parked cars where the floodlights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is hot as he crushes his lips to yours. His tongue rips into your mouth, teeth grazing yours, and you gasp, caught off‑guard by the raw intensity. One hand tangles in your hair, tipping your head back, while the other unhooks your bra beneath your shirt, exposing your chest to the cool breeze.

He flips you around and shoves you against the cold metal side of his car, crushing his mouth to your neck. His teeth scrape over your pulse point as his hands go to work—one ripping your shirt up and over your head, the other yanking your jeans down in one jagged motion. You’re exposed, nipples hard in the dim light, and Yungyu’s eyes darken with hunger. “So perfect,” he growls, thumbs pinching your hardened buds before sliding lower to find your slick wetness.

Two fingers plunge between your legs, curling inside you without warning, and you moan, hips rocking back into his hand. He presses his thumb to your clit and pumps his fingers relentlessly, each thrust drawing out your deepest whimpers. “Dripping for me,” he rasps, face inches from your core. “Let me see how much you need me.” You tremble, overwhelmed by the delicious friction and his relentless command.

He pulls his fingers free and drops to his knees, yanking your panties aside and capturing your folds with his tongue. His mouth slurps and sucks with brutal precision, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves until you’re arching and crying out. Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. He hums against your slit, tongue flicking over your swollen clit, before standing and lining himself up at your entrance.

With one savage thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, hips slamming forward so hard you gasp for air. Skin meets metal as you fold over the car, and his firm grip on your hips drives you into the rhythm—fast, hard, unrelenting. “Moan for me,” he growls in your ear, voice thick with control. “Let me see how bad you want to cum.” Your orgasm rips through you, body convulsing around him, just as he follows with a guttural groan, spurting hot and heavy inside you. When he finally pulls out, he presses you back against the car, breath mingling. “Next time,” he whispers, voice dark and promising, “you’ll be begging before I even hit the gas.” Then he steps back into the glow of the lot lights, leaving you trembling, spent, and utterly his.

[turning4-8turn]

LEGGO ✨️ Gifset ✨️

Group Ver. 1

Hyung Line:

Myungho | Jaeyun

Minho | Yoonsung

Maknae Line:

Haemin | Kyungmin

Yungyu | Seungheon

Group Ver. 2

다들 물어보네, who's that fancy kid?

[yawn-junn]

•｡Playful - Yungyu𓂃

·˚Thanks too: Anon, Yungyu, 8Turn

·˚Note: so sorry this is late I didn't realize what day it was and I was so caught up in rewatching the untamed since their taking it off Netflix anyways if you have a request feel free to send it in HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

·˚Taglist: @bunnie-stay-p1ece - @mxlly143 - @wonootnoot

·˚TW: hitting : horror movies : food : teasing : jump scares : very very very soft horror elements :

·˚Prompt: 6.) Horror Movies

10/6/24

Yungyu was late, as the time went on the later and later it got Yungyu still not in sight, sighing you settled into the couch ready to watch the movies by yourself, slowly chewing on popcorn the loud slam of the front door and loud footsteps scared you out of you're skin, jumping you whipped you're head back at the boy who smiled innocently at you.

"Sorry I'm late, mom wouldn't let me leave" he sighed sitting on the couch next to you digging his hand into you're bucket of popcorn, "you could've texted me you were gonna be late" you huffed hitting his arm, he winced dropping the popcorn in his hand while his other shot up to hold his shoulder.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed kicking you're leg, "hey! Don't kick me!" You gasped going to kick him back, he flinched away "then don't hit me!" He argued making a valid point you sighed settling back into the couch, "whatever" you grumbled, using the remote to start whatever horror movie Yungyu was so prominent to see.

Every jump scare he would hide into you're arm while you laughed "I thought you said horror movies don't scare you" you teased moving his head to poke his cheek, the bowl of what used to be popcorn laid forgotten on the floor while you and Yungyu played around watching the movie.

[seungheonni3]

8TURN Maknaez as your boyfriend

Yungyu

Yungyu is the type of soft/funny/fun boyfriend

He would put his head on your lap and ask you cutely to stroke his hair

He's a sucker for cuddles and hugs so he would give them even when you don’t ask for it. He's very cuddly and loves hanging on your shoulders

Since he and Seungheon work late, doing lyrics, and practicing their rapping, he'll manage to get some days off to spend it with you.

He'll be too shy to initiate a kiss (guess you will have to do that first)

He would make or buy you gifts on every single date and would cherish/save the gifts you give him. He loves giving gifts so get used to him spoiling you

He would hold and play with your hand/fingers in dates/public/home

Whenever you're studying, he'll make sure to bring you snacks/water, and will make sure you take some time off of your homework

He loves playing pranks and joking around but will later apologize when you get mad because he hates seeing his baby mad.

Matching clothes and shoes with him are a must.

He would remind you how much he loves you and call you when he misses you.

Dates: All his dates are a big deal with him, amusement parks, aquariums, zoos, even movie nights with him, he’ll have tons of snacks and a fort in the living room. He’ll make them special just for you

Seungheon

Seungheon is the clingy/soft/shy kind of boyfriend (beautiful combo if u ask me)

Cuddles (his favorite thing) and hugs are a must

Physical touch is his kind of language so if you aren't affectionate, get used to it

He'd be really down to cuddle you to sleep. He'd have you in his arms all night sharing body heat with you, sometimes even watching ur figure sound asleep with an inaudible smile until he falls asleep to the sight of his beauty

Whenever you guys go on a walk, he'll put one earphone in your ear and the other one in his ear with music playing

He doesn't do much aegyo but you often beg him to do aegyo. You whine and annoy him until he gives in and acts all cute for you and then cringe at himself

He's great at taking care of you while you're sick

He makes you playlists and gives you book recommendations.

He loves playing video games with you like Mario cart or Mario party, anything competitive. He loves to comfort you when he wins the game.

Forehead kisses are a must with him, he loves being little spoon and when you lay on his chest

Date: Cafe, amusements parks, and more. He would also do game nights. When he does that, he will bring you your favorite snacks and gets competitive

(I want a boyfriend like him 😭🩵)

Hiii, this is my first time doing this, hope you have fun reading. 💞 Next is Jangshinz

[kpop-bbg]

[lil-elle]

welp...

Sleepyhead

group: 8turn

pair: bf!yungyu x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, long distance, fluff

word count: 428

content: tooth rotting fluff

a/n: SOBBB SOB SOB SOB WAAAHHHHHH

Your voice came crackly through his phone speaker, but it couldn't hide the obvious exhaustion in your voice.

“If I randomly stop talking,” you started, being interrupted by a yawn that made him chuckle to himself, “...it’s because I fell asleep.”

He leant down towards his phone propped up on the vocal room keyboard.

“Just sleep now, don't force yourself to stay awake baby.” He responded, his voice soft and light, a very different tone than he was used to using with the guys. There was a reason he called you in the vocal room, after all; the teasing he'd face if they heard his voice while talking to you would be catastrophic.

He could almost hear the blush on your face through your voice, the response he was looking for after using that pet name. He smiled triumphantly to himself, his smirk-like smile revealing half his teeth.

“...N-no…I wanna stay up for you~” You whined sleepily, and he couldn't keep his heart from skipping. “You barely get free time…we need to use all the time we get to talk, Gyu…” He leaned back in his chair at the nickname, staring at the ceiling for a moment as he fought a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Yungyu…?” You muttered sleepily.

“Sorry,” he started, taking a breath and leaning closer to the phone again, “I spaced out.” 

Your sleepy giggle that came over the line at his response had him leaning his head on the desk as heat overtook his whole face. Suddenly the small vocal room felt much too warm.

The seconds turned into minutes as he caught his breath, half waiting for you to speak to distract him from the thoughts of holding you in his arms that were infesting his mind. 

“God…I love you…” he blurted out, as if the words themselves were too strong to be kept within his mind. When there was no response, he lifted his head again to whisper into the phone.

“...Baby…?” His own cheeks flared up that time, still not over his fluster only minutes ago. A small smile overtook his face when you didn't respond. “You asleep…?” 

You didn't need to answer, your soft and slowed breathing barely audible through the phone speaker gave him enough of an answer. 

He chuckled lightly, knowing that if one of the members were to walk in right now, the disgustingly smitten look on his face would earn him weeks of teasing.

“Sleep well…” he whispered in a sickeningly sweet tone knowing you wouldn't hear them, but he didn't care.

“I love you.”

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TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv

[renjwoo]

↷ 📱 ˑ 𖥔 ּ ִ it's electrifying

dream touched my spirit ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ 🔋 ↻

—got going straight, but TIC TAC.

@y-ves.

[ybjnkp]

OOoh mAa GAAddd!!!!!!¡!! (•'╻'• )

[minkkumaz]

SLEEPING UNDER THE SUN

it was the groups day off, meaning there was free range to do anything you guys pleased. when a beach day was recommended, it was happily agreed upon, therefore everyone prepared! when you and yungyu play too hard, you both sit down to relax; unknowing that sleep was creeping on the two of you.

PAIRING lee yungyu x fem!reader WC 2.1k TAGS best friends to lover trope. fluff. minor swearing. beach hangout. reader and gyu tease eachother like a lot. vague description of body. OMI NOTE this imagine has been something i've been dying to write because not only am i madly in love with yungyu, this is literally the scenario i've been dreaming about adhjb he is so precious. this isn't really a blurb but it's definitely not a super long thought out idea so it's not proofread. enjoy the sillies.

the melodic sound of waves washing upon the shore filled your ears. sand beneath your feet was hot, making you speed up slightly as you followed behind the group. everything took you by surprise, the calming atmosphere you weren’t used to, that was about to be completely ruined by the pandemonium of your friends.

at this point, you were unable to get a single word in before minho was running after seungheon and kyungmin was accidentally dropping items one by one while walking to the spot jaeyun chose. haemin followed closely behind, making sure to pick up everything the clumsy boy let fall. you could practically hear him rolling his eyes while kyung walked unknowingly.

all of their excitement was prominent, as it was their weekend off in awhile. it made your lips perk up into a smile, seeing them get to be kids again. however you weren’t one to talk, having been extremely busy as well.

the closer you got, the more you felt the salty breeze blowing through your hair. it covered up the summer heat seamlessly. setting your beach bag and cooler down on the towel that was set up, letting out a long sigh of relief after holding the heavy items.

“y/n ah are you excited?!” yungyu jumped up and down happily.

“i think i might die because i am very excited. i’ve been wanting to come to the beach forever!” you grin, giving off the same energy.

“okay because we better swim out as far as possible into the ocean before yoonsung ropes us into a sand castle competition.” he puts his hand over his eyes to block out sunlight, looking for his hyung that seemed to of disappeared.

“hey, what’s wrong with building sand castles? they’re fun!”

“um because he takes it way too seriously! if there aren’t moats and sand - people in his castle he starts whining like a baby.” 

“good point. let’s go!” you grab his hand quickly and start booking it down the shore, oblivious to the bright shade of maroon that tinted yungyu’s cheeks. it was way too early to get sunburnt, so he couldn’t hide his blush.

“come back soon, we’re gonna prep the net for beach volleyball!” kyungmin says, making the both of you nod in return.

small puffs of sand kicked behind you while you ran, soon replaced by splashes of water. the ocean water was warm, rising from your knees to your chest the farther you went in.

once you were at a comfortable level where the currents were calm and the sun shone brightly above, you let yourself relax. small strands of seaweed swam under the water, tickling your legs

“this is the greatest ever.” you float around calmly.

“somehow i can hear the random passerbys shrieking about myungho’s abs from here.” 

“jealous cause his abs are better than yours?” you wiggle your eyebrows.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” he furrows his eyebrows.

“hehe i’m just kidding gyu, i like your abs.” you pause for a second, “wait– not in that way! i’m just saying they’re perfectly acceptable!”

“whhh–” 

“um, anyways! do you think seungheon is going to come out with us anytime soon?” you question, looking back at the black haired boy.

“he’s probably being hassled by minho to put on sunscreen so i doubt he saw us come out.” yungyu shook his head still flustered, swimming to get closer next to you.

“speaking of sunscreen, you might need some. you look really red, gyu!” you frown.

“psh– what are you talking about i am totally not red, you’re seeing things.” he splashed some water in your direction to distract you.

“what was that for?!” you splash back, “keep this water on your side of the ocean.”

“bro there is water everywhere.”

“you know what i mean you idiot.”

“oh really? so if i got some of my water on you what would happen hmm?” he teased, scooping some water in his hand to throw at your face. while you failed to shield yourself, some of it got in your mouth.

“yungyu!” you cough, going after him as he started swimming to shore. “i’m a faster swimmer than you are!” he yelled behind him.

you tailed behind yungyu, letting the waves carry you faster towards him and the shore, immediately chasing him as soon as you were free from the ocean. 

“yungyu you loser, get your ass back over here!” you shout.

“get away!”

catching up quickly, you tackle him down into the sand. you sat on top of him, playfully rubbing sand in his hair while he screams for help. 

too caught up in the moment, you didn’t account how your position atop yungyu was oddly romantic; halfway through, you were teasing him out of embarassment rather than actual anger. you heard a voice call out to you, interrupting your innocent giggles.

“y/n! yungyu! you both have to stop making a scene oh my god..” jaeyun waves both of you back.

looking back at the boy beneath you, he’s wearing a sheepish smile. he was panting exhaustedly, letting his arms flop to his sides in defeat. the both of you shared a similar shy expression, now aware of the position you were in.

“ah– i’m sorry gyu i didn’t mean to get carried away..” you swing your leg back over his body and pull him up from the floor.

“no no no it’s okay! we were just teasing eachother it’s fine. giving in so easily?” he jokes, dipping his hand in a wave that washed up and running it through his hair in an attempt to get some sand out.

“never. you look silly with all those speckles in your hair, i’d say it was deserved.” 

“whatever you say. let’s go see what hyung is up to.” he beams, switching in demeanor.

both of you get up from your spot on the sand and walk up to where everyone was hanging out. there were folding chairs set up alongside two umbrellas that were big enough to keep everyone in the shade. 

everyone chat amongst themselves while minho chopped up fruit to share with the group. you sat next to yungyu on a towel and shared watermelon from a little tupperware.

“looks like you guys were having fun.” haemin commented in between bites.

“something of the sorts.” you respond, reaching over to grab another piece of the refreshing snack.

“hey! haemin she’s just mad that she swallowed a little bit of water.” yungyu tells him.

“sixty - six percent of the water in my body is now half salt water, thanks.” you roll your eyes.

“you two argue like a couple.” haemin mentions, before getting up to put his empty container back in the cooler.

like a couple? the though itself made butterflies dance around in your stomach; you quickly darted your gaze away from yungyu, too nervous to look and him and try not to imagine what it would be like to actually be together.

today was slightly off for you, having been made self aware of just how close you and him have been throughout the day. and to add onto it, the day had just begun.

some time passed before everyone grouped up to play some beach volleyball. it wasn’t a group hangout if they weren’t playing on some kind of bet. according to jaeyun, losing team would have to pitch in together to buy ice cream at the end of the day.

this was extremely in character, and you were not planning on losing against them. after the teams were separated, everyone played for awhile.

the game got quite intense, some casual shit talking between both groups. yungyu and jaeyun had that disgusted look on their faces whenever they were met with eachother, only separated by the measly net. this sight made you laugh, taking a mental photo.

after awhile, the scores were practically tied. in the middle of this, everyone decided to take a thirty minute break to re - energize with lunch that was packed earlier in the morning. it was an under statement to say that you were exhausted.

yungyu laid out on a towel that was sheltered by the umbrellas, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. you followed right behind him, letting yourself lay your head on his chest. he was your best friend, and these types of contact were normal in your friendship, however part of you swore you heard his heartbeat quicken.

“are you tired already?” he mumbled above you.

“a little. myungho’s hits are not to fuck with, remind me not to get in a fight with him like.. ever.”

“y/n, anyone here could fold you.”

“i’m too sleepy to fight back with you.” you sigh, letting your eyes close.

“i better not catch you falling asleep, stupid.” he complains sarcastically, while you let out a small ‘mhm’ in response.

at that point, he decides to let you be for a little while. you were the sleepiest person he’s ever known, having the ability to pass out anywhere and everywhere. the rest knew this, and most of the time paying no mind to it.

however, only a few minutes passed before your breathing measured to a steady pace, your face relaxed, and you didn’t feel your damp bathing suit clinging to your body anymore. yungyu glanced down a little and noticed this, poking at your cheek.

he stared at you, letting a smile play on his lips. it was easier to admire you when you weren’t going back and forth teasing eachother. maybe haemin was right, anyone who didn’t look twice would think there was some kind of romantic relationship between the two of you.

and just like you, that was something he hoped for. he just didn’t exactly knew how you felt yet. blissfully unaware, gyu wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. his hand lay in the dip of your waist, fingers slightly ghosting over your elbow as you hugged yourself.

“god i wish you knew how i felt about you.” he said, the only words that left his lips before he let his eyes shut, sleep overtaking him as well.

the feeling of skin against yours became more noticeable as you came out of your sleep spell. feeling groggy, your eyes blink open slowly, immediately being met with the boy you were laying on.

“gyu?!” you shot up, looking around you to see the rest of the boys off playing by the shore, then looking back at him.

“good morning to you too.” yungyu yawned.

“did i seriously fall asleep on you? how long was i out?”

“we weren’t asleep for that long, don’t worry. probably fourty - five minutes at most. “ he checked his phone, confirming his suspicions. 

“shit, everyone is probably waiting for us to start the game.” you groan, rubbing your eyes.

“hey, it’s our day to relax. they probably don’t care and it’s only four thirty.” he mutters, using his arm still snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“ah– when did you get so bold?” you squeak out.

“when i saw how cute you looked cuddled up against me.” he confesses casually.

“what.”

“what?”

“dude you can’t just say that! oh my god my heart..” you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“scared you’re gonna fall in love with me?” he makes a gap between your middle and pointer finger to see your eye.

“i can’t be very scared for something that already happened.” you stutter.

“what.”

“what?”

“okay now you’re doing it! what the hell?!” he whines, removing your hands from your face.

“you started it first you idiot.” you pout, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

“i’m just trying to get my point across! i was attempting to be suave with it.” he bites down on his bottom lip.

“and what exactly is your point?” 

“that i like you, and best friends don’t exactly do the things that we do.” his voice gets quiet, the atmosphere suddenly feeling heavy.

“yungyu..”

“i’m not trying to ruin our relationship or anything but–” 

“i like you too, yungyu.” you interrupted him.

“i think everyone kinda sorta knew that.” seungheon appeared behind both of you guys, followed by minho. 

the two of you jumped, looking in their direction. they both started laughing at both of your blushing faces. 

“way to interrupt a moment little bro.” yungyu stated before chucking a seashell in his direction.

“you’re growing up too fast you guys, you better not be kissing all the time from now on!” minho lectures.

“oh? like this?” you grab yungyu’s face, leaving a kiss on his lips to poke fun at minho.

yungyu’s eyes go wide, shocked at the sudden contact between the two of you. his fingers move over his lips, still feeling yours ghosting over them.

“gross, not in front of us!” seungheon pleaded, minho covering his eyes in disgust. both of them walked away teasingly, leaving you and gyu alone.

“boyfriend has a nice ring to it, yeah?” you think.

“better than best friend.”

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~A kiss for the winner (of my heart)~

Warnings: kissing, fluff

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I was at my best friends Basketball practice. He was running left and right trying to get the ball into the hoop. I sat at the gyms bleachers and watched him with big stary eyes as I was mesmerized at his technique. He was running and running and finally, in the last 2 seconds, he shot the ball into the hoop smoothly. His team won with 112 points against the other team, who only had 39 points. Everyone cheered at Yungyu for being so good, when he looked at me with a very bright smile which made my cheeks light up in a soft pink, as I smiled back at him. The next few minutes were consistent of Yungyu getting praised, him looking for a place to escape to and me adoring him, while thinking about my crush on him. After Yungyu was allowed to leave the practice, he ran over to me to try and tackle me into a hug. I held my hand out in front of him so he wouldn’t touch me, “You’re sweaty, Gyu. Take a shower and then you can hug me.” I said with a small giggle while Yungyu groaned and rushed to the locker rooms to shower. Meanwhile I was packing my bag with my homework that I tried (failed) to do while Yungyu was practicing. Speaking of the devil, he came out of the shower with his hair still damp and rushed over to hug me. He squeezed the air out of me, and I reciprocated the same way. We let go of each other with a laugh and made our way out of the gym to go to his house as planned. On the walk we talked about what happened to us at school, as we didn’t have time to do it in the breaks. “…And then she confessed her ‘undying love’ for me-! Can you believe that? I don’t even know her!” Yungyu explained what happened mid lunchbreak. “Of course, I rejected her- in a soft way, before you come at me -and then she ran away sobbing, screaming that I will regret that?” We both started laughing at that, while he continued his story as we walked. When we got there, we both took off our shoes and went to greet his parents and sister. “Hi!” Both me and Yungyu said in sync, which made us laugh again. “Hello you two! How was practice, dear?” His mother said to us with a bright smile. “It was great, mom. We won again.” Yungyu answered his mom enthusiastically while walking to the fridge to get himself something to drink. “Oh-! And we have a game tomorrow after school.” He then turned to me, “You’re coming right?” He asked me with a hopeful face, to which I nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it for life!” I said with a bright smile. Yungyu hugged me and we went up to his room to do some homework. “What do you have to do? I have some Math homework.” Yungyu asked me while sitting down on his bed. I put my things down and pulled out my homework, “also math.” I said with a giggle. He blushed a bit and we both took out our pencil cases and started doing our homework. “AHHHH!” Yungyu screamed and I jumped while throwing my pencil at him. “WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING-!” I screamed at him in panic, “I DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT QUESTION Y/N!” he whined loudly while I breathed in and out deeply trying to calm my breath. “What is the question?” I said while trying not to laugh. Yungyu starts to laugh with me, and I start explaining the question to him. After we finish our homework, we head downstairs to tell his parents and sister that were going to McDonalds.

Quick Time skip to when they get back to Yungyu’s house

As we head back inside his room, Yungyu asks me “Wanna sleep over? We can pull out the couch and then cuddle while watching movies… If you want…” he mumbles the rest and I pinch his cheek. “I’d like that… But are your Parents fine with it?” “It’s fine. You could burn our house down and they’d be fine with it.” I laugh at that and nod. “Fine then.” Yungyu smiled at me he smiled after Practice. A few hours later we lay on the couch while cuddling and I text my parents that I’m sleeping over at Yungyu’s. “I’m tired…” I mumble into Yungyu’s shoulder as he pulls me closer to him. “Wanna turn off the TV and sleep?” He whispers and I nod while cuddling more into Yungyu’s shoulder. He pulls the blanket higher and turns the TV off as I drift into sleep. “Goodnight, beautiful…” He whispers as he kisses my head and also drifts into sleep.

Time Skip next morning

I wake up to soft warm breathing on my face and look up to see a sleeping beauty (Yungyu). I feel my cheeks heat up and look down to see that my leg is laying on Yungyu, and he has an arm laying on it, as his other arm is around my waist. I blush deeper and look away to try and lessen my blush. I take my phone and see that its already 9 am. I start to Panic that were late, when I see a text from my mom saying that she and Yungyu’s mom let us stay home for today, to get some rest for the game. Just as I put my phone down again, I felt Yungyu move and saw that he opened his eyes. “…What time is it...?” He asks sleepily. “It’s 9 am, but our moms let us stay home to rest for your game.” I answered him as he nods and looks at his phone, just to turn beet red. He showed me his phone and I saw a picture of us cuddling on the couch.

(imagine this you and Yungyu) (I'd die in happiness)

“My mom sent me this…” He blushed deeply as he hides his face on my head, and I giggle while blushing just as hard. After we finished the movie we started yesterday, we decided to get up and eat breakfast. We then got ready and cuddled some more while watching some K-pop performances until it was 2 pm and we had to leave for the game. We took a Bus to the school and Yungyu makes sure that I can ride with the team Bus. We sit together and Gossip about the movie all the way to the Gym, where the big game takes place. When we get out of the Bus, he leads me to the bleachers and holds his cheek out. “A good luck kiss?” He smirks. I shake me head no, “I’ll give you a kiss if you win.” I lean forward towards him, so our faces are an inch apart. We both blush and he walks away, “BET I WILL!” he yells over to me. He’s on the field and the game begins.

Time skip, the last 10 seconds

As the last 10 seconds of the game come around, Yungyu gets more and more nervous. The other team is leading with 106:105. ‘Yungyu needs to win’ I think, ‘I need an excuse to kiss him…’. They go back on the field and the last 10 sec start to roll. Yungyu is running around the field trying to dunk the last ball. The time is running out- 3 seconds left, Yungyu Jumps, throws the Ball- and makes it smoothly. As the time runs out, the scores change. Yungyu’s team is now leading with 108:106.

Everyone cheers and I run down the bleachers over to Yungyu who is already running towards me. We collide in the middle, and I pull him in by his cheeks and press my lips against his soft ones. His hands wander to my waist and pulls me closer. As we pull away, he asks: “Will you be my girlfriend?” I nod and kiss him again, more softly this time. After we shared this soft kiss, I whispered to him:

“You’re the winner… Not just of the game, but also of my heart.”

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[turning4-8turn]

8TURN ARCHIVE: Like a Friend

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✮Adorable - Yungyu✮

✮Special Thanks Too: Yungyu, 8Turn

✮Note: trying to grt this out on its actual date and like set my record straight again lmfao let's see how this goes only 10 days and 10 stories left...happy holidays

✮Prompt: Cinnamon Treats

✮Taglist: @bunnie-stay-p1ece - @mxlly143 - @jisvngc0re1 - @soul-is-a-strange-kid

✮TW: mentions of food :

12-15-24

Yungyu has been busy for the past week, constantly staying in the kitchen, coming out covered in flour, dough and, sugar, and for some reason always smelling like cinnamon. "Yungyu-" you called out to him rushing past you, "can't talk busy!" He yelled carrying a bag of sugar to the kitchen, blinking in confusion, you just shrugged walking into the living room.

Sitting on the couch on your phone, in the dorm it's only you and Yungyu, the other members went looking for more wrapping paper. Playing a random game on your phone, waiting for either the others to come back or for Yungyu to come hang out with you, "Yn..." Yungyu said softly from behind you, you turned to look at him, once again he's covered head to toe in flour, sugar and, now...icing? "I made something for you" he said walking around the couch to pull you up.

"For me?" You asked, letting him pull you up by your arm, Yungyu nodded, "well you and the others" he giggled softly. guiding you to the kitchen. Walking in your see a cute array of gingerbread cookies, each decorated like each of the members, one stood up against a house, this one was dressed how you were that day, the same hair, and outfit.

Gasping slightly, Yungyu picked up yours as if it was glass, gently handing it to you, "I spent about a week perfecting these" he smiled, you stared at the cookie with admiration, "your so..." You paused finding the right word, Yungyu froze expecting something bad, "adorable" you finished setting the cookie down, flinging yourself on Yungyu kissing all over his face, "wait your getting-" Yungyu tried, but you cut him off "I don't care, your too cute!" You exclaimed

A few hours later you still had the cookie sitting in your hand, "you can eat it y'know" Yungyu said as he adjusted himself, "but-" you tried to say "I can make another, it's ok" he reassured, sighing you hesitantly bit into the cookie, Yungyu smiled, definitely gonna make one again.

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