Kpop Fantasies

Here are all the groups I will write for !

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Monsta X (and Wonho)

Stray Kids (OT8)

A.C.E

Oneus

Onewe

The Boyz 

Ateez

Astro

SF9

Enhypen

Tomorrow X Together

Once fully dressed, and the discharge papers signed, Juho drove back Taeyang and Youngkyun to the latter’s place. He then went with Taeyang to get what he needed for his 3 weeks stay with Youngkyun.

“Are you sure that it’s a good idea?” Juho asked after a few minutes of driving. “I mean, will you be able ton concentrate, with your crush in the same small space?” He teased a little.

“I don’t know, but I can’t leave him alone like that. He needs some help, and his place is like a 5 minute drive from the hospital.” He sighed a little. “What am I gonna do? If it turns out that I really lo-like him?”

“I don’t know man, you’re the only one that can tell, you know?”

“I just … care for him a lot, and I hate to even have the thought that he could be hurt, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s usually what love feels like.” He teased a little, as he parked in front of Taeyang’s dorm. “Now ask yourself, do you really want to do that? What are you doing it for? Out of guilt? To know if he has the same feelings towards you? To know him better? What are your motives?”

“I-I don’t know?” He looked down for a moment, while playing with his hands. “At first, I genuinely wanted to help him, with his knee and all. But, yeah, I can’t ignore that I feel things towards him you know, and it is such a strange, and unusual feeling, I hate it Juho. I truly hate it. And I hate even more the idea of starting something, like a relationship, without knowing how it will end. Like, isn’t the whole thing pointless if we end up breaking up?”

“No, I can’t let you say that Taeyang.” Juho frowned, and cleared his throat. “Life is all about experiences, and yeah, sometimes, thing don’t go exactly as planned, but that doesn’t make it worthless. You have to try things out, see if you like them, or if you don’t. Nothing that you decode to do is worthless, because if, at one point of you life, you wanted to try them out, then they are definetely worth it. Don’t put barriers in front of yourself Taeyang. If you want to try and date Youngkyun, go ahead, try it. But don’t do it for the wrong motives. If you go that way because you genuinely like him, go ahead, but if you’re doing it, in hopes of changing who he is, then please reconsider.”

Taeyang just sat there in silence. He knew his friend could be kind of a dad sometimes, but he had never been ‘lectured’ like he just did. After a few minutes of pondering, thinking, and envisioning, he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“I really think I like him, but I need to know him better, to know his mind better, so that I can be sure of what I want. So I’m going to go spend those few weeks at his place, first of all because I really want to help him get better, and second, because I want to see what kind of person he’s like. And I know it may not be everything I fantasized of, or the typical definition of a perfect relationship, but I want to try. And as much as I hate racing, and dangerous activities like those, I’m not going to try and change him, because he seems to love it with all his being, and who am I to take that from him. I just want to be there for him, at all times. Yeah, Juho, that’s what I want, nothing less, and nothing more.”

Juho looked at him with a proud face, and en even-more-proud smile. He knew his little speech had the effect he intended it to.

“Then go get your stuff, and right after you’ll go get your man.”

A few hours later, Youngkyun was in a room, asleep, and Taeyang was on the chair next to him. He had updated Juho, informing him that fortunately, Youngkyun would be okay.  He still had a concussion, a few torn muscles, and his tendon on his right knee was partially torn, which meant a lot of rest for him. Once Juho had thanked him, he started drifting to sleep, only to hear a groan of his name. He opened one eye, and saw Youngkyun’s torn face looking at him.

“Taeyang? What are you doing here?” He really didn’t understand why would the boy stay there, when he clearly needed sleep.

“Hey, I’m glad to see you awake.” He smiled. “I was just making sure you were okay, and that you didn’t wake up alone.”

“Thank you.” He smiled; a very small, yet extremely sincere smile. “Hey, am I going to lose my leg? I can’t feel it anymore.”

“No dummy.” He giggled. “They had to stitch you up pretty deep, so they gave you local anesthesia for the whole leg. It should start to wear off in 30 minutes.

“You should go home and sleep, you look dead tired.” Youngkyun said gently. “Not that I don’t like having you here, but you, unlike me, have a future, and I don’t want to compromise it.” He said, hiding himself behin the curtain of self derision, like he always did.

“Hey don’t say that.” Taeyang frowned. ‘And I’m not leaving. You have a torn tendon, you’re going to be on rest for 3 weeks, minimum. And on bedrest for 1.”

“What? No, I can’t do that. I have to go to work, I’m alone, I have everything to do.” He started to panic.

“Okay, okay, calm down, I’ll help you with all that. You’re not alone Kyun.”

“I can’t ask you that! You have your studies and everything, you can’t take time off that to take care of helpless me. Plus the drives and everything would take you so much time.”

“Then hear me out. Let me live at your place for 3 weeks. I could help you with daily tasks, and also closely monitor your recovery. And the counterpart is that I’m so so much closer to the hospital than my current place.” Taeyang exposed his idea, not really knowing what to expect.

“Wait you’d do that? Stay with an asshole like me for 3 weeks?”

“Well, if that means I can get up 30 minutes later than usual, yes I would.” He joked, smiling softly, while holding Youngkyun’s hand. “And you’re an asshole I’ve kind of grown fond of, you know?”

Youngkyun just stared at him in disbelief, and smiled a little, while nodding his head. Truth be told, he liked being alone, but he loved Taeyang’s company even more.

“Okay, let’s do that. Thank you Taeyang, really.”

“Don’t, I couldn’t just leave you like that.” He caressed the back of his hand with his thumb. “Now sleep a little, I’ll do the same.”

Youngkyun returned a soft smile, and watched as the oldest fell softly asleep, in an impossible position. He mentally promised himself to give him a shoulder rub, or something to help with the soreness, once they get to his place. He soon fell asleep himself, only waking up when the sun was up. Taeyang had already packed his bloody clothes, and prepared fresh ones for him to wear.

“Hello you, how did you sleep?” He said, with his usual smile. “We can leave once you’re ready, they discharged you. You’ll have to wear this knee brace for a moment, and walk with crutches.”

“I-I’m good, thank you.” He made a little disgusted face at the brace and crutches. “Do I really have to?”

“Yes Mr, and trust me I’m not going to let you off the hook!” Taeyang fake scolded. “Now, do you need help to change, or is it okay?”

“I think I can do it, I’m not that beaten up.”

Hi darling glad to see you back!! Hope you're doing better now 🤍

Facing them was a very injured, and out of control Youngkyun. He was pacing through the small stall, his hands pulling at his hair, his face red, and tears streaming down his face. He turned around when he heard noise, and once his gaze locked with Taeyang’s, he turned around, in complete shame of himself.

“Go away please. I don’t want you to see me like that. I don’t want you to be associated with me, and risk getting hurt.” His voice cracked and he sobbed. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, please.”

“Come on Kyun, you’re hurt, you need care.” Taeyang softly spoke, walking one step towards the younger.  “Please just sit down, and let me look at it.”

“NO!” Youngkyun yelled, distancing himself even more. “He said it, he said he’d hurt the people close to me. Fuck Taeyang I don’t want that, I couldn’t live with me if anything happened.”

He finally looked up at his friends, his beautiful face a complete mess. All he could think of right now, where the threats they had made, while they also were trying to push him off the road. If he was apprehensive to race before, now, he was scared as hell.  And the overwhelming pain that was coursing through all his body didn’t help. He was hurt physically, and mentally, something that never happened to him before.

“Okay, we’ll take care of that later, but as for now, we need you to see a doctor, and get rest.” Juho interrupted his thought, his voice stern and father-like. “You’ll go with Taeyang, I’ll take care of your bike.”

“You’re not riding it, that’s absolutely not an option. It is damaged, and I don’t know to which extent.”

“Actually, don’t worry about that.” Juyeon interrupted. “Sorry, I just overheard. I have my carrier with me, I’ll just load his bike in it, and then I can drop it off at your place, okay? But Hwiyoung, you have to go and get your body looked at, they were completely mental, I don’t even know why they didn’t stop the race. I’m sorry, I did what I could.”

“Don’t be sorry Juyeon, you helped a lot.” Youngkyun spoke, seemingly more calm. “And if you could drop the bike to my place, it would help a lot, yeah.”

Juyeon just nodded and loaded it, before taking off, taking Juho with him, so he could unlock the garage and show him the place. Only Taeyang was there left, with a very shameful looking Youngkyun.

“Can you walk?” It was a simple question, but it was asked with so much care in the world, that it made Youngkyun’s heart do backflips.

“I – Yeah, it hurts, but I think I can.” The racer just nodded. “I’m sorry for the way you saw me.”

“It’s okay, I figured out you’re kind of hot-blooded.” He smiled a little. “It’s okay. But for now, we need to get you the hell out of here.”

He came, and held Youngkyun by the waist for support, rushing him (as much as he could) to the car. Once in, he started it, and left the arena as fast as possible, getting to Youngkyun’s place in no time. They were met with Juho, that waited in the patio.

“You need me to take you to the hospital?” He asked Taeyang, knowing perfectly what Youngkyun’s response would be.

“Yeah, his leg is bleeding pretty hard, and I’m afraid he could have a concussion or something. I’m not equipped, nor qualified enough yet to do a full check up on him.” Taeyang sighed, worry lacing his voice.

“I’ll drop you guys off, and come back to get you once you’re finished okay?” Juho said as he climbed inside the car, putting a bag in the backseat. “I got inside and took some change of clothes for him.”

“Yeah, they probably will want to keep him overnight, so go home and rest easy alright? I’ll stay with him and update you.”

And even though both of them were desperate for answers, the next time they talked, was actually at another race, about a month later. They didn’t get in contact with each other, despite Juho desperately trying to set them up with the other. He couldn’t stop telling Youngkyun how he should directly ask Taeyang why he was cold with him, and kept repeating to Taeyang, that he could give him Kyun’s phone number, if he wanted to get to know him so bad. But each of the males was using the excuse of ‘If he really wanted to contact me, he would have done it by now’. And Juho was growing fucking desperate. So when Kyun announced that he was partaking in tonight’s race, the owner of the record shop went out of his way to get Taeyang to come along. Thankfully, the student agreed, making Juho’s life just a tiny bit easier.

It was now the middle of March, and temperatures were slowly getting warmer, which felt very nice for Youngkyun, who despised the cold. As always, on race days, he left work early, to go and prepare for the race. Juho was supposed to pick Taeyang up, and then directly got to the location Youngkyun sent him by text the same morning. He hadn’t told him that the student would be tagging along, so that the racer wouldn’t be overwhelmed with thoughts, and could actually concentrate on his performance. Youngkyun hadn’t raced since last time’s incident. He had the repairs to do, of course, but he also spent a lot of time pondering, mainly about what was Jowoon capable of, just to win a single race. And he hated to admit it, but for once, he grew kind of afraid. He used to not give a care in the world, often saying that everyone dies one day or another. But now that he had a friend like Juho, and especially someone like Taeyang, even though he couldn’t name the feelings he had for the boy yet, made him question, and reconsider his life choices. But at the end of the day, Jowoon was just an asshole, and he probably didn’t have the guts to do anything more. Plus, Youngkyun loved racing with all his might, and the month he spent away, has left him emptier than ever. So here he was, back in the racing game, and determined to not let anything happen this time. He carefully checked anything that had to be checked, and never left his bike unsupervised, even for one second. Once on the starting line, he was fully confident, and ready to win.

As Taeyang sat on the kind of bleachers with Juho, he felt his stomach twist and turn, for god know what reason. He tried talking to Juho about it, but the latter only punched his shoulder softly, telling his it was only love. The student tried to laugh it off, but the feeling only grew stronger and heavier. He quickly set his eyes on Hwiyoung’s bike, recognizing it easily with the habit. The sight made him feel just a little bit better.

But what came after, made him want to scream, want t throw himself on the circuit and stop the race. Want to take Hwiyoung away, and never let him partake in this ever again. Two guys on all black motorcycles, on each side of Hwiyoung, trying to push him of the road. The racer did all he could, trying to escape them by going faster, but they still kept trying. Taeyang was livid, and couldn’t take his eyes off of the road, as much as he wanted to. Juho had an arm around him, pressing him closer, seeking some kind of reassurance himself. They were holding their breaths, and praying for someone to stop this hell.

As one of the riders was pressing Hwiyoung more and more against the barricade, another racer went and piled in front of one of the black bike, forcing the racer to make a very sharp turn, and let Hwiyoung go. Seeing that, the other one took the hint and did the same, quickly going back to the other flock of racers. Hwiyoung and the other man quickly did the same, and respectively ended the race in 2nd and 3rd positions. During all this time, Taeyang and Juho were mortified. Why would someone try and hurt Youngkyun so badly, and how did Youngkyun manage to finish the race?

For the Anon that requested a Jooyeon from Xdinary Heroes fic, there you go, thank you for being my first request since I came back ! 

Pairing: Jooyeon x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Suggestive

Word Count: 802

“Fuck him, fuck the owners, fuck everything!”

Jooyeon, your boyfriend of many years barged in your shared apartment, visibly annoyed as hell, and pretty early, considering he was supposed to have a gig with his band tonight. You just stayed there, dumbfounded, and pretty nervous, having never seen him that way before. Sure you guys had some fights, and you’ve seen each other angry, but never to that extent.

“Jooyeon? What’s going on?” You tried, getting up of the couch slowly.

“The owners of the venue, those dickheads bailed on us last minute.” He sat down, angrily, his head in his hands. “We were setting everything up, and they decided to tell us now, that, change of plans, we wouldn’t be paid. Fuck I hate them!” He groaned and pulled at his hair.

You came back to sit down next to him, patting his back, and stroking his hair, making him lose his tight grip on it. You didn’t say anything, because you knew there was nothing to say. Jooyeon and his friends tried so hard to succeed, and to make it, and every situation like these were making them lose hope, which was truly heartbreaking for you to see.

“So we just packed everything and left. Maybe we should have still played, I don’t know. Maybe I’m an idiot for making everyone leave like that.”

“Hey hey, no, don’t say that.” You moved his hair out of his face, and held his chin so he was looking at you. “You were completely right Joo, I would have done the same if I were in your place.”

“You promise?” His eyes were glossy, and you felt yourself on the brink of tears just from the sight alone.

“I promise. You’re an amazing leader, and en even more amazing friend. And I’m sure the rest of the band thinks the same. Don’t beat yourself up, alright? We can still call them tomorrow and ask them, if that helps you feel better?”

“Yeah, I guess we can do that.“ He sighed a little, but still offered a small smile. “Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You would be a helpless little child.” You laughed softly. “Kidding, I need you just as much as you need me, that’s why we’re so good together.” You kissed the top of his nose. “I’m gonna run you a bath, and once you’re settled in, I’ll come and rub your shoulders, how does that sound?”

“That really does sound amazing, thank you so much love.”

And so you went to the bathroom, running a hot bath, with the scents he loved the most, even lighting a couple of candles. You dimmed the lights, and called him up. He entered the room half a second later, undressing himself, groaning a little as some moves made his sore muscles ache. The band had been practicing a lot for that gig, and they were probably all in the same state.

Even after 3 years together, you still felt your cheeks heat up, as your boyfriend stood in front of you in his naked glory. He was pretty on the eyes, and while it wasn’t the first thing that made you like him, you couldn’t deny he served really good looks. You could only tear your eyes off of him once he was fully in the bath tub. You put your hands in the warm water to heat them up a little, so they wouldn’t be freezing cold on him. You started massaging softly, knowing all the spots by heart now. You got lost in your own daydream, only to be awaken by his raspy and deep voice.

“You know what would be really nice?” He said, and you just hummed, waiting for the rest of his sentence. “Having you inside, with me.”

You bit your lip softly, and just nodded, with a small “yes”.  You got up yourself, and undressed, while Jooyeon was eyeing you up and down. You were used to it, he wasn’t really the one to hide how much he liked your body, and truthfully, it was very flattering to you. You entered the hot water, placing yourself behind him, so that you could proceed with your massage. He turned around a few times, to steal little pecks from you. Pecks that soon turned into deeper kisses, and even a full blown make out session. His tongue came to tease yours, as his hands wandered everywhere they could. In a matter of seconds he had turned around to be on his stomach, and started kissing your neck, collarbones, and chest, sometimes adding teeth to the mix, making you shiver, despite of the warmth of the water.

Goo Gunil

Kim Jungsu

Kwak Jiseok (Gaon)

Oh Seungmin (O.de)

Han Hyeongjun (Jun Han)

Lee Jooyeon

Hi everyone, it’s Lea, the owner of this blog. I wanted to apologize deeply for disappearing like this. I was in a really dark place mentally, and depression was preventing me from doing anything, let alone write. I tried, but it felt like anything I did was pure garbage and made me hate myself even more. 

I am finally seeing the end of it, and feeling a bit more like myself. 

I will resume writing shortly, and so ask you to drop any ideas in my inbox. I won’t be writing hard smut for now, because that is just not what I want to write for now. I will be writing soft, tender love-making without any problem, as well as fluff, and angst, of course. 

I am once again apologizing for anyone I let down, and I don’t even know if many follow or see this blog anymore. 

“Okay, what’s going on with you, you’ve been acting weird ever since this morning?” Juho inquired as they came back home with Taeyang. “And don’t ‘I’m just tired’ me, that won’t work, I want the truth, even if it’s something I have to keep secret.”

“I almost kissed Youngkyun, yesterday.” Taeyang spilled in a monotonous tone.

“You fucking what now? When I was joking about you two being together, I didn’t mean it!”

“I didn’t mean to do that either! We just got drunk, and started talking about things, personal stuff, like, getting to know each other, and it sort of happened.” Taeyang sighed and sat on the couch. “I don’t even know why it bothers me that much, we were drunk, he probably doesn’t even remember, I should just forget it and drop that.”

“Do you like Youngkyun?”

This simple question took Taeyang aback, and left him with his mouth lightly agape. And it was basically the only answer Juho needed, before breaking into a smile.

“Oh my god you like Kyun! You have a crush on him!”

“How would I know ?? I never had a crush on anyone!” Taeyang yelled, on the brink of tears.

“What do you mean, you never dated?” Juho asked, tilting his head.

“No, well yes, I had a fling in high school but that’s basically it.”

“I can’t believe you, you look too good!”

“Well, I’ve been hit on, and stuff like that, but I never reciprocated the feeling or anything.” He looked down, kind of ashamed.

“Hey hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry I was insensitive as hell.” He sat down next to Taeyang and patted his back. “What do you feel when you see Youngkyun? I’ll try and help you figure out things, alright?”

“I don’t know? I used to hate him because of his job, if you can even call it that. But today, I got really worried about him. And I want to know him better too.”

“Would you have minded if you guys kissed yesterday?”

“Well, yes and no?” Taeyang hesitated for a second. “I wouldn’t have wanted because we weren’t in our right minds, but at the same time, it seemed so tempting.”

“My boy, I’m sorry to announce that, but you definitely have a crush on Kim Youngkyun.”

“Fuck, what am I even supposed to do?” He put his face in his hands. “Does he even swing that way?”

“Oh yeah Youngkyun is the farthest from a straight person ever.”

“Oh, for real?” Taeyang asked, pretty surprised.

“Oh my, you really can’t read the signs huh? Even as a straight person I can see it, don’t you have that infamous gaydar everyone talks about?”

“Mine’s a little rusty.” Taeyang chuckled.

“Yeah I can see that.” He smiled. “If I can tell you anything, and for what it’s worth, shoot your shot, okay? What can go wrong?”

“Maybe he doesn’t like me?” Taeyang worried. “Maybe it’s a silly crush, and not full blown feelings.”

“I mean, you guys should just get to know each other right?” Juho shrugged. “ Then you’ll have a better insight on what he could feel, and you’ll be even more sure about what you feel or don’t feel?”

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Taeyang left early in the morning, Juho came to pick him up so they could spend the day together. The shop was closed for the day, meaning Youngkyun had the whole day to himself too. He had a few memories of last night, but everything was really confusing, and weird, so he just decided to not think about it, as it was better this way. Once up, he started doing a little bit of cleaning around the apartment. He wasn’t a clean freak, but he didn’t like things messy either, so he cleaned around once a week, when he could find time. When he was satisfied, he left the house to go and grab something to eat. He then went to spend the whole afternoon preparing his motorcycle, just like he does before each race. This time he was lucky, Joowon wasn’t there to try and make his life miserable. He sang along to himself as he cleaned and repaired what needed to be, until his phone vibrated in his pocket. He responded the call, seeing Juho’s name on the screen.

Can I ask you about the racer? How many chapters will it have in total? And how often do you update it?

TIA😍

Yes of course! I still haven't finished writing it, but I think it should be around 15/20 parts :)