in the rain a love song, love song, love song, yeah... like this, love this, love this, love this rain. we're in the falling rain.
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℘ — fwb!keeho (기호) x reader x crush!jiung (지웅) ▸ ⌜ 3k ⌟
synopsis ▸ your current fuck buddy plays matchmaker for you and your longtime crush—but an attempt at sabotage leads to something much, much messier
δ — nsfw (mdni), f/m/m, m/m (yes more yaoi), threeway, dom!keeho, sub!jiung, sub!reader, light angst, making out, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (f. rec), unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, degradation
ᯓ an — “jiung will be put on hold after this fic” i said, like a liar. but keeho is in this one too so it doesn’t count… nevermind that jiung was in the last fic with intak too… okay yeah i have problem sue me
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“You know, staring at him any harder won’t get him to fuck you.”
Your gaze hesitates to pull from Jiung, who stands across the club at the bar looking unbelievable in all black under strobing lights.
You turn to glare at Keeho across the booth. Your glare sharpens even more when you realize just how insufferably good he looks in that black tank and bomber jacket slipped low on his shoulders.
“You sure?” You raise a brow. “It worked with you.”
Keeho snorts, pointing the lip of his beer bottle accusingly at you. “Hey. We were both desperate and lonely that night.”
Well, he’s not wrong there. Jiung had introduced his new girlfriend to your group that night at the pub, the very girl that Keeho had been crushing on for months.
One look at him, at that dejected looking in his eye mirroring yours had led to a wordless, frantic night where you’d poured your frustrations out into each other.
And multiple nights after that… to this day.
To your defense, Jiung still hasn’t reflected any interest back at you even though he’s single again. How else are you supposed to spend your lonely nights?
You look back to where Jiung waits for drinks, thrumming his hands awkwardly on the counter as he glances around.
You’ve been working up the courage to go up to him for a few minutes now. You don’t understand why it’s so difficult for you—if you weren’t such a coward, maybe something would have happened by now.
“Fuck it,” you huff before tossing back the last of your martini, slamming the glass back down with vigour. “I’m going in.”
Keeho beams at you, raising his bottle. “That’s my girl!” He yells a little too loudly, voice a tad too liquor loose. “Go get him.”
You roll your eyes despite your smile, his cheer infectious as you rise to your feet. But then you see the situation unfolding at hand and sit your ass right back down.
There’s a girl sidled up in Jiung’s space. Short, dainty, cute.
“What is it?” You can hear Keeho asking but you can’t bring yourself to answer him.
Jealousy burns hot and ugly in your gut when Jiung points his awkwardly charming grin down at her, answering whatever flirty question she was surely throwing at him with those batting eyelashes.
You quickly turn back to stare at your empty glass, trying to keep your fraying heart together. It doesn’t matter how many times this happens, it never gets any easier.
And Keeho can’t stand it, that defeated look on your face.
He stands abruptly, bumping the table on the way and you jump at the sudden sound, eyes snapping up to him.
“What are you doing?”
“You a favour,” Keeho says with a grin, leaning down on his palms to hover over your face. “Gotta wipe that pout off your face somehow.”
You blink, forcing your expression to smooth. “What? You don’t have to—“
“I’ll do it for a price,” he interrupts, his grin growing wider. “Meet me in the bathroom in ten?”
You can’t help your grin. Of course he wouldn’t willingly have a conversation with Jiung without a price. Not a charge for helping you, but more so because he can’t really stand the guy.
Which speaks to how far Keeho is willing to go just for you.
Your smile sobers into something more grateful. “Just don’t scare him away.”
He flicks the tip of your nose affectionately and straightens. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Keeho takes a breath, rolls his shoulders back and marches in. He hones in on Jiung’s shy, giggly expression as he closes in from across the bar, his own expression souring.
It makes him sick to his stomach, to watch Jiung put on his nice guy facade and make all the girls fall for it. It sometimes feels to Keeho like he’s the only one who sees past the smoke and mirrors for what Jiung really is—an emotionally detached control freak.
What the hell do you see in this guy anyway?
Whatever it is, it’s not his business. He has one job—to sabotage, and he does it well. And if it gets you to stop feeling shitty about yourself, he will gladly butt in there and make a situation wildly uncomfortable.
You watch from your shrouded seat as Keeho intercepts the conversation smoothly, throwing his arm around a miffed Jiung who stares at him befuddled and a little angry.
You can’t tell what Keeho’s saying, gesturing animatedly and jostling around a helpless Jiung, but the girl’s smile slowly fades away as she subtly steps back.
You have to bite down on your lip to smother your smile. It’s horrible, you know it, but you’re not above being selfish.
The girl leaves shortly after, and only when she’s gone do you see Jiung’s expression drop to something cold and angry as he pushes Keeho off of him.
It takes you aback—to see his pretty face twisted up so unfamiliarly.
But you don’t get the chance to mull over it or see what happens next because Taeyang and Intak crowd your vision and butt into your space.
“You’re still sitting here?!” Cries Intak, his hands clamping down on your shoulders as he shakes you. “Come dance!”
“Intak,” Taeyang warns, elbowing him. “Don’t subject these poor people to that.”
You glare up at Taeyang’s snickering grin, shoving Intak’s sweaty hands off of you. “Fuck you,” you snap, leaning back to look past his tall frame to continue watching the scene you’d unwittingly incited—only to see that Keeho and Jiung are no longer there.
“Where’s ever’one else?” Intak asks as he slips down onto the seat beside you, his body swaying under his alcoholic spell.
You shove him off when his body slumps against you. “I don’t know,” you grumble, glancing down at your phone when it lights up with a Pokémon GO notification to see if there were any messages from Keeho.
There’s none, but the clock tells you it’s time to meet your end of the deal with Keeho.
“Bathroom,” you announce as you grab your phone and slip out of the booth, Intak’s body thumping down onto the seats without your body to hold him up.
“Don’t drown!” Taeyang calls noncommittal after you as you swerve through the swarming bodies.
Your mind reels with what might have gone down with Jiung, but you suppose you should save your questions for after you blow Keeho.
But you get stopped short at the door of the bathroom when you hear low, familiar grunts through the barrier.
You blink. Did Keeho find another girl? That might be record time.
You’re about to step away and leave him in peace when you hear another voice, higher and whinier and… masculine?
You blink again. Oh, you think to yourself, good for him.
You turn to leave again, but then you’re stopped again at the words you hear.
“…you knew she’s been into you this whole time,” you hear Keeho say, his voice rough and breathy. “And you didn’t do a damn thing. It’s fucking pathetic.”
Your heart pounds. Is he talking about…
“Well maybe if you were fucking her I would have.”
Your heart stops, the words not even processing in your head. That’s Jiung.
“Ow, fuck!” You hear him hiss, and you’re hit with the sudden realization that the noises you heard were them fighting.
And you couldn’t have been more wrong.
Because there they are, Jiung and Keeho, the two people in your friend group always at each other's throats, trying to shove their tongues down each other’s throats.
Your brain has stopped working. The image doesn’t quite process in your mind, of Keeho pushing Jiung harder into the grimy wall, of him pulling Jiung’s head back by the hair to dig his teeth into his lips, of Jiung’s eyes rolling back as he lets out a guttural moan, his hips rocking up to the thigh Keeho has shoved between his legs.
Of pushing hands and biting kisses and choking fists.
You consider shutting the door and turning around and throwing yourself into a vat of acid.
Instead,
“What the fuck?”
Jiung bristles immediately at your voice, ripping away from the kiss with a startled noise as he tries to push Keeho away without success. When he sees it’s you though, he freezes completely, his fists tightening at Keeho’s shoulders, watery eyes going wide.
You stare at him. That’s all you can do with the storm of confusion, betrayal, and a hint of unprecedented arousal swarming messily in your head.
Keeho is the last to react, lifting slowly from where he’d started mouth at Jiung’s jaw. He looks at you with a lazy grin, if a little sheepish.
“Surprise?” He says, scrunching his nose. “Turns out Jiung’s not only into you but he’s—“
Jiung slaps his palm over Keeho’s mouth, glaring at him. “Can you not?!”
Keeho stares back. “It’s a little late, don’t you think?” He muffles against his hand.
Jiung’s gapes, mouth opening and closing as he tries to put together something to say, anything really, but he comes up short.
So he opts instead to look at you again, at your indifferent expression, and prays that you don’t completely despise him now.
“So let me get this straight,” you start slowly, putting the staggered pieces together because you need to make some sense of… of whatever this is. “Jiung… you like me?”
Jiung can’t do anything but give a meek nod, unable to look you in the eye.
“…and you like Keeho?”
Keeho winks at Jiung when he looks up, to which Jiung squeezes his hand tightly around Keeho’s face getting a pained grunt in return.
He nods again, keeping his gaze averted. “Yes,” he finally says, his voice thinning out. “But—but I figured you guys were together and I just thought…” He trails off when Keeho slips away from Jiung’s hand and leans back in, pressing a low, warm kiss to his neck. His train of thought gets completely derailed as the presence lingering in his gut reminds him again of what almost was. “I-I didn’t…”
He trails off with a soft moan as Keeho takes his hips again and rocks his aching cock down on his muscled thigh, his brain completely rewiring to focus on the pleasure instead.
You watch, almost entranced as Jiung shudders and wraps his arms around Keeho’s broad shoulders, taking over and starting to grind himself down at a more eager pace.
You lose your train of thought too, quickly forgetting whatever it was you were so wound up about. Does it even matter now when you get to see him all blissed out like this, cheeks flushed and hair messy and making out with your fuck buddy?
Keeho’s voice snaps you out of it.
“C’mere,” he beckons you with a hand stretched out for you, that sly smile on his just a little warmer as he points it to you.
You step forward and take his hand, letting him pull you into their tangled bodies.
You can’t really focus when Keeho pulls you into a slow, indulgent kiss. You try for his sake, pressing back half heartedly, but your eyes are open and stuck on Jiung as he mouths at the hinge of Keeho’s jaw, panting into him as he keeps rutting needily against Keeho’s leg.
Your attention gets pulled when Keeho nips at your lip, making a dissatisfied grunt that finally gets your attention on him.
Your eyes flutter shut as you give into his pull; you came here to pay him back in the first place. Though you're not sure if it even counts anymore, you’re not one to go back on your word since he did technically succeed. Whatever, you can figure it out later.
You lose yourself quickly to the kiss as it grows hungrier and more frantic by the second, Keeho’s tongue sliding against yours in a familiar, heady rhythm, his hand sliding down to your ass to hold you firmly into his side.
You nearly forget the other presence—Keeho has a good way of melting away every other thought but him when he’s with you—until you feel a pair of lips, soft and light, brushing timidly against your cheek.
You break from the kiss with a soft gasp at the sudden touch, turning to see Jiung startling away and burying his face into Keeho’s other shoulder.
“S-Sorry,” he says quickly, his body trembling. Though whether it’s from the arousal or nerves, you don’t know.
Keeho pays you both no mind as he starts trailing his mouth down your neck, like it’s his way of giving you two a little privacy, ridiculously enough.
Jiung peeks out at you before quickly looking down again, and it fills you with such a sudden force of aggression from how fucking cute he really is like this, that you grab his chin and pull him into you.
He grunts as his lips crash painfully into yours, mouth parting with a gasp when you immediately bite down on his lip.
“It’s okay,” you whisper, smiling against his lips at the wide eyes he watches you with. “You can make it up to me.”
And make it up he does, on his knees in front of you moments later with his mouth buried into your cunt while Keeho fucks you from behind.
It was a blur leading up to this predicament, with your hands braced against the dirty walls, bent over Jiung on one leg with a knee propped on his sturdy shoulder while Keeho holds you in place by your hip and pounds his cock into you with no mercy.
His thrusts are brutal as his hips snap into yours, punching noises out of you each time that go muffled into the tight hand he has over your mouth.
“You’re so fucking loud,” Keeho hisses into your ear, pushing his cock all the way in and rolling it as deep as it can go with a low grunt. “You want the whole club to know what you’re doing right now?”
You whine into his hand, shaking your head rapidly as you heave at the little reprieve you get. But then he starts up again, even harder this time, pushing your clit right over the tip of Jiung’s nose with each thrust.
Your eyes roll back and fill with tears at the overwhelming sensation.
Your sobs go unanswered as Jiung wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, his round eyes peering up at you over your short skirt and watching every little twitch in your expression.
He wants to be the one fucking you right now. But he can settle for this, fisting his aching dick as he lets his tongue unravel you on Keeho’s cock.
“Pretty,” he muffles without much thought, his brain too filled with pretty moans and the sweet taste of you on his tongue. “Sound pretty,” he says again, before fixing back on rapidly flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit.
You moan needily, legs trembling as your body struggles to keep upright.
Keeho laughs over your shoulder, slowing down to deep, grinding thrusts that don’t help you in any way.
“Doesn’t she?” He coos. “To think you could’ve had this a long time ago if you didn’t have such a dumb little brain.”
Jiung whines at the words, faltering against you, but you hear the slick sounds of his hand fisting his cock start speeding up.
Keeho chuckles, low and amused as he reaches around to grab Jiung’s hair and push his face further into your heat. He sighs when he feels the wet slide of Jiung’s tongue flick momentarily against his cock as he starts to lap at where he’s connected to you.
“Don’t cum yet, Jiung,” he warns, giving his head a short pat before he takes your hips with both of his hands, pulling out until the swell of his tip stretches your entrance.
He preens at your pained whine spilling freely into the air when he starts to just tease his tip in and out of you, just toying with your hole.
“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he says, then slams in right against that gummy spot in your walls that makes you scream out, see stars, and come all over Keeho’s cock and Jiung’s face.
Jiung only laps faster at your dripping cunt, drinking up your arousal that seeps out with Keeho’s cum as he spills into you with a choked grunt.
Keeho fucks into your pulsing cunt a couple more times to ride out his high, letting out a shuddering breath as he slips out of you.
Through his own haze, he preens when he hears the slick sounds of Jiung’s eager mouth fire up even more, and he takes advantage of your state of pure, mindless euphoria to reach down to your cunt and scissor you open, letting your mixed arousals pour freely onto Jiung’s seeking tongue.
His head spins at having you both reduced to this; animalistic, filthy, fucked out and brain dead to everything except pleasure.
If Keeho had known that insulting Jiung to his face and dragging him into a closed corner would get the both of you like that in his bed every other night, he would’ve done it ages ago.
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not everyone can chase after their dreams; not everyone can be lee sohee. so when you stop running, does he?
TAGS: breaking up and making up, idol!sohee, nonidol!reader, gn!reader, sad reader in the rain, angst with happy ending, coming of age
A/N: sorry for dipping! i’m wrapping up my first year of uni so it’s been hectic but i’m back with this <3 as always, self-indulgent, small dedication to @whiskysses for the loveliness :)
WORDS: ~1800
Summer tastes like heartbreak and salt on your tongue.
Against the downpour, you know that ringtone like the back of your hand when it cries out from under your grip. It's Lee Sohee, and it's a name that you need washed away in the rain.
You don't want to risk opening up that damning text thread ending it all, not with rain soaking your screen. Afraid it'll jump under your hands, doing something you would never dare do but evidently should.
Tilting your head back to the onslaught, you'd know that if he were here—on better terms—Sohee would try and catch the droplets on his tongue. It wouldn't taste like heartbreak for him: probably relief, now that you're out his life.
You wait out Sohee's ringtone until all you can hear again is the shower of rain against the pavement and the canal you look out on. A grey pall hangs the sky, sunlight diffusing in the clouds causing a hazy glow. If you squinted, it could be a dream—or a nightmare—another reminder of things you've lost. Yet the cold bench digging into your back roots you into your reality.
The rain never lets up: neither do the thoughts.
You exhale a shaky breath. Taking everything not to collapse on every exhale and explode on each inhale. You're just another sacrifice like late nights and skipped dinners. This time, you made the hard decision for him. What you've done is the best for him—somewhere in you hopes he knows that.
Alone in this fog it feels like you're meant to be focusing on something. But you keep losing your footing every step of the way, falling into the pits of Sohee in your wake. God, you're a mess, such a damn mess thinking you could keep chasing after someone impossible. Faintly, you begin to think you can hear his voice ringing in your ears.
Must be the rain, must be the heartbreak.
But then you hear it over the pound of the rain, barely over your shoulder. "… I don't know what I've done, but I'm sorry." You think your heart seizes for a beat, until suddenly it's all that you hear.
"Sohee..." For all the rain on the world pouring down on you, all you can muster is a harsh rasp against your dry throat.
The umbrella he held tumbles to the ground and suddenly the warmth of his side is pressed to yours. It takes everything in you not to just up and run right then and there. You can’t resist him though. That warmth, that pull. You swear whatever God up there weaved sunlight into his skin and warmth into his voice just to make you suffer.
It would spell out doom for you if you dared to turn to face him. Some higher power up there would end up picking you up and turning you back around. All of this running to end up back here.
"It's okay... You're okay.”
Taking your freezing hand, he traces each line and divot like he knows how to steer you back into harbour—into safety. Why come back at all? The thought spins in your mind, folding and morphing. Why come back chasing after me? All questions you can’t bring yourself to ask.
"I... I can't. Sohee... this is better for you, trust me."
"How is this better for me, babe? Seeing you crying in the rain?" Sohee’s voice catches in his throat. You can feel his eyes search for yours, huge and red ringed. The gaping pit of guilt in your stomach sinks further into your gut. "Please… why?" His voice trembles as he asks.
Resolute and eyes far, far away from his, you murmur. "It was always going to end up like this." Sohee attempts to stop you but you shake your head. "You're an idol now Sohee, and someone like me… I could destroy everything you’ve worked hard for."
A million people overnight peering into every crack and pore for something for themselves. Tours, fan meets… everything.
Ever since he stepped into auditions, you knew he would wade deeper into the company without a glance behind. Late night dance lessons, early morning vocal training, all day hidden away from the world. Slowly he waded farther and farther before he was across an ocean and sunken in the trenches.
Standing alone upon a shore, unmoored. You were bound to lose each other.
Sohee shudders against you, and your heart burns in ache. “You can’t do this to yourself. You can’t.” His voice shakes. Only not in weariness nor despair like you were expecting. You don’t dare to name the feeling.
“The world’s out there,” you whisper. The rain is clamorous, dulling your own painful words against your ears. “We knew it when you started: it was going to be impossible.”
“We never said that.” Shaking his head, fervent. He’s burning up, the heat radiating dully through the thinness of your shirt and his hoodie. It takes you back. “That day at…? We… I…”
The memory twines loosely in your hands.
Ironically enough, it was summer.
Pressed together, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, cheek to cheek. Gushing about your dreams over convenience store flowers and the groaning air conditioner. University then seemed like a decision you wouldn’t have to make for a lifetime. Even if Sohee’s life was already being planned by higher powers.
You weren’t exactly dating then. More like very early high-school teetering on the verges, looking beyond but not knowing what could be there.
“I have a chance.” His eyes had twinkled under the harsh light. “They’re going to move me into dorms with some of the other trainees closer to SM.”
This had of course sparked a round of gossip between you two. Possible dormmates and a game of who’s who of trainees that he’s seen or heard of. Whether or not he could casually bump into Mark Lee in nothing but his pyjamas and play it off cool.
Neither of you really knew it then. Just how much adulthood would sweep you off your feet and drag your bond beyond the stretches of the horizon.
Could it really just have stayed like that?
“They say I need to move in by the end of the month,” he finished. The sky was dull with orange, summer slicking to your skins with its humidity as you both stepped outside. “I won’t be far… but it’s not here with you.”
“No, but this will be so good for you, Sohee,” you smiled, basking in the warmth. Summer used to mean something back then. “Think of it. This, then another few years, you’ll be in a booth recording your debut album before you know it. A small sacrifice like this will pay off.”
Another few years turned out to be another three. Three delicate years of chasing after him.
“Debut… It’s going to be impossible…” Sohee’s voice drifts off, eyes glancing at you before looking far past into the rooftops.
“Impossible to what?” But you find your own voice fading into the sounds of the street.
The memories of your squandered time together don't flash before your eyes like someone on the verge of death. Instead, it's a slow trudge. Wading through memories with mud seeping into your boots, desperate to keeping you rooted to the thought of Sohee's sweet smile to the echoes of his laugh—
—“Do you remember it?”
Whatever his answer was… somewhere within you, you knew it would work out. Decidedly, with or without you.
You shake your head. “It’s been years since that summer.”
A warmth snakes it’s way around to the back of your head. Before Sohee cradles you into the crook of his neck. Endlessly warm fingers soothing down your matted hair. He doesn’t shatter under your heaving breath like you expected.
“I never intended on leaving you.” That damning chord of determination in his tone. “You hear me? Never. You can leave me as many times as you need but I’ll always be here, waiting for you.”
“But… I...” Your breathing hard now, not wanting to hope, not wanting to do anything else.
Warmth blooms when he presses his lips to the crest of your brow. “Noone’s stood beside me as much as you had. You always found time for me. When my parents couldn’t make it out to showcases, all your extracurriculars and everyone needing to study for uni. I never knew how you managed to pick me up after practices with everything going on in your crazy life. One day, one day I promised myself I would catch up to you if you ever needed to slow down.”
Sohee swipes the pad of his thumb under your teary eyes. After all this time, why did you never see it? “… I’m sorry,” you manage out through the tightness in your throat.
“Maybe it’s my fault thinking you could face the world all by yourself. No—hear me out.” His smile is watery but his eyes are wide with earnest. “You weren’t trained for it. The scale of it all… it scares me too. Though what scares me more is a life without you.”
“Everything in my life since joining SM has been decided for me. This time, it’s my choice. I’m choosing you. I’ll always choose you.” He swallows past his nervousness. “Please, come back to me.”
This time, you let Sohee take the lead.
When he leans in, he tastes like the sweets he forgets about in his pockets, he kisses like it’s a homecoming and it blazes like a bonfire.
You melt under it. The confidence in him when he tilts up your chin just so. You can tastes the smile without looking at him. There’s no rush with him when he licks into your mouth. Your heart is beating out of your chest but he takes his time taking you apart. Even when you pull back for a breath, he chases the ghost of your lips, not giving you a moment.
He whines when you thread a hand through his hair but he doesn’t let up. “Please—” Your breath catches. Sohee’s hand splayed across the small of your back pushes you impossibly closer to him.
You know it then. It doesn’t have to end. You two could kiss forever, let the heat sear through yourselves, never tiring of chasing smoke. Cradling your face in his hands, wrapped in his arms, you’ve never felt security like this.
The sun slices through the stormy clouds. Sharp and unapologetic, it cuts across Sohee’s eyes like it’s a sign. You wonder if you'll ever know summer the way it's meant to be known again.
started this forever ago lmao my cousins made me watch the how’s of us and i was forever changed haha if you enjoyed a like and reblog always helps encourage more ty <3 ⭒ masterlist
ok i swear down this sohee fic is like 98% done i just don't know how i want to end it like i was going to do just my usual kiss scene dramatic ends but rn i've got some very dramatic dialogue that ends it pretty well by itself soo here i am with a poll beneath the cut <3
do you want a kiss
yes, find a way to write it in!
no, if it ends fine without it then it's good!
secret third option that sunny doesn't know about (specify in replies pls)
Voting ended onMar 30, 2025
apart from that i just need to read it over a couple times and it should be good 👍i would give you all a snippet like usual if i could but i fear that would spoil all of it. maybe i'll give you the blurb?
not everyone can chase after their dreams; not everyone can be lee sohee. but when you stop running, does he?
THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN (four of you but eh better than noone) i've managed to work the scene in so expect it maybe tonight :) i'll post it after i'm finished up w my coursework today :D while i'm here i'll update the post queue too🏃♀️➡️
ok i swear down this sohee fic is like 98% done i just don't know how i want to end it like i was going to do just my usual kiss scene dramatic ends but rn i've got some very dramatic dialogue that ends it pretty well by itself soo here i am with a poll beneath the cut <3
do you want a kiss
yes, find a way to write it in!
no, if it ends fine without it then it's good!
secret third option that sunny doesn't know about (specify in replies pls)
Voting ended onMar 30, 2025
apart from that i just need to read it over a couple times and it should be good 👍i would give you all a snippet like usual if i could but i fear that would spoil all of it. maybe i'll give you the blurb?
not everyone can chase after their dreams; not everyone can be lee sohee. but when you stop running, does he?
FURTHER @.everyone HOW DID YOU ALL LET ME AWAY WITH "LEE KEEHO" ON THE BLURB OF MY YOON KEEHO FIC LIKE IM EMBARRASED IM SORRY KEEHO PEOPLE (also go read never again idc if you know diddly squat about hockey just savour in the willy nylander greatness (also playoffs are coming up come join us in the lb (i swear we're a fun time)))
typing out... ( stuff i am in the middle of writing/editing! )
lee sohee { reader is sad :<, dramatically spending time in the rain, second chances?
-> can confirm sad ! about halfway done need to flesh out final scene with dialogue then proofread/edit everything
-> (LATEST) i genuinely haven't touched this in months will finish off after the anton fic
osaki shortaro {street racer!au, idk its like midnight i am tired but i'm COOKING trust me it's hot its cool it's got leather jackets
REQUEST 🍭: kum junhyeon { fluffy hs!au, he realises he's falling for the reader !! - sounds absolute adorable idk what pov you want me writing this from but i'll try my best :) i'm a bit run over rn so i'll attempt a draft this weekend or next 💪
predicted... ( fic ideassss )
mark lee { hockey!au/nonfamous!au, boy was raised in vancouver and the nucks had a hell of a playoff season, bet he'd be devastated by the loss in round two
jung sungchan { recycling a fic from my wannabe hockey writing drafts lmaoo wyatt johnson i hope you forgive me <3 college!au this is defo getting a collection probs if i don't turn it back into wyjo fic
sung hanbin { royalty!au, fantasy!au, lil bit forbidden romancish, royal tailor!reader, ties loosely into plot of against everything
hwang intak { hockey!au, ehm idk it's like 11rn and i'm so sleepy but i swear there's an idea here
oncoming... ( waiting for the weekend to post! )
nothing yet ...
please note that i only usually type out one fic at a time! while i don't typically accept requests, feel free to send them in anyway. i might end up liking the prompt and add it into the queue :] REQUESTS ARE OPEN !
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you don't know what's cuter. you're boyfriend, yoon keeho, or the delusion that the leafs will win the cup in either of your lifetimes.
TAGS: established relationship, toronto leafs fan!keeho, boston bruins fan!reader, screaming and shouting at a tv screen, fluff, maple leafs hockey is its own tw, drinking games!! keeho is lowk ooc
A/N: based off this iconic video. game 6 changed my brain chemistry and gave me hope until... well iykyk... here's the match recap. this is so niche it's entirely self indulgent sorry in advance lmao
WORDS: ~1000
If you're going to be a hockey fan, you should know the number one rule: don't date within the division.
The notorious ad aside, it's pretty clear, once it gets to playoffs with you two, everything's off the table. Especially if you're throwing couch cushions across the room when you're team can't convert on a power play. Cough, the leafs, cough.
Which made it especially weird when you, a Boston Bruins fan ended up dating Yoon Keeho, a fucking Toronto Maple Leafs fan.
"Oh my god are the refs blind?! That's clearly a holding call!" he cries. Ah, it really doesn't get sweeter than this.
"Shut up, he just boarded Lohrei with that! Penalty for both of them," you snarl out, eyes fixated on the tv screen, watching the play-by-play slo-mo of the hit. Lohrei crumpling against the boards as Holmberg practically folds him. "Look! They're not even calling it. Did you see Carolina yesterday? they were calling everything that breathed wrong."
With a sigh, both you and Keeho take a shot. At this rate, you both could be professional alcoholics with how many missed penalty calls there've been this series. You can already feel the regret in the morning trying to sink in with this drinking game.
Keeho hums beside you, but he's been practically vibrating out his skin the entire game. "That's just Svechnikov no? He's massi—OH MY GOD WILLIAM NYLANDER YOU SWEDISH BEAUTY!"
The screen erupts as Nylander finally opens the scoring for the Leafs. A sea of horrific blue and white exploding into cheers. Idly, you think it's the most lively you've seen Scotiabank Arena in years.
"Ugh, really?" And you just have to flop back into the couch corner as Keeho takes his victory lap around the room. Dressed in, of course, his Nylander jersey.
"Oh yeah baby! I could marry that man," he laughs, before very comically and somehow very seriously turning back to you. "After you, babe. Of course after you, love of my life, angel of my univer-"
You hurl one of your last pillows at him. "Sit back down, idiot." The high flush on his face is pretty adorable, even if his alcohol breath stinks when he curls in next to you on the couch. Both of you are going to be crawling out of bed tomorrow for sure.
From above and below your small apartment you can hear the same screams. With the window propped open, you can even hear horns go off in the streets. Capital of Hockey and all that. Moving here to be with Keeho had been hard to do, but so much more worth it for the hockey. Especially when Boston comes rolling into town: being the only Bruins fan for rows on rows was intimidating but so much sweeter if they won.
"I'm your idiot, idiot," he croons into your neck. Peppering you with cute and sloppy kisses across your skin. You finger's curl idly into his hair as you watch the ads spin by on the tv, signalling the end of the second period. His cold fingertips curl around your waist, idly smoothing circles into it. Curled up like this, it's the cosiest you could ask for - and somehow you don't mind the lack of pillows. You both make up for it with your shared body heat.
Carefully, you extract your phone from under him like he's a jenga tower about to fall, but game-drunk like this, he could probably sleep through the Leafs Stanley cup parade if they did win for once.
Twitter's the same as you left it: another TicTacTOmar clip of Lohrei and Holmberg, more Steve Dangle commentary and your Boston moots crowing about how the Leafs will lose it in the third period. Very, very secretly, you don't think they will. Swayman vs Woll as goalies are brilliant – and terribly good looking – but it must be the phase of the moon or something stupid, but Toronto might just win it this game.
Looking down at your sleeping beauty, Keeho is blissfully passed out on your chest. Face semi-flushed, mouth agape and drool leaking out. Yeah, this is going in the camera roll.
A quick snap and a venture into your settings is all it takes to set the glorious picture as your lock screen. And, if you squint, you can see Draisaitl's neon orange Skip ad in the background. Exactly why you're dating him in the first place.
"You really are my idiot, idiot," you murmur and you press a kiss to his hairline, a warm feeling roiling in your stomach.
Stashing your phone away, you ready yourself with a minute on the clock until the third starts. Saying that, you should really wake sleeping beauty up. "Hey... hey, get up. The Leafs lost in overtime again."
His eyes blink blearily as he processes your words. Slowly, then all at once, you can see the panic settle into his eyes as he sees your shit-eating grin. “No they didn't,” he whispers, but it borders on desperate.
You really can't help yourself. "Yup! There was even a line brawl," you sigh dramatically, bringing your hand to your forehead with a flair. "Swayman was even fighting Woll, a whole goalie scrap and you missed it."
"Nope! Not believing it." Keeho finally has the common sense to turn to look at the screen and realise the third's just begun. The stare of disappointment he gives you is cold enough to give Winnipeg a run for its money. "Never again."
You roll your eyes but just pat the space next to you for him to settle down properly on. "C'mon, whoever loses this has to get breakfast."
“You’re so on,” he huffs to agree, taking a bodily effort to sit back against the couch and on your cold feet. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes you regret this already. “I’m so making you drive to Timmy’s.”
Deep in your heart, if you had to choose Boston or Toronto to win the cup, you'd still choose Boston. But no matter how this series ends, you'd still love your boyfriend very, very much.
if this in any way endeared you to hockey come check my sideblog @wannadewar where i lament and fangirl! if you somehow enjoyed this, a like or reblog would be lovely :) ⭒ masterlist
I’m relatively new to tumblr and don’t really know how to use this/show support to writers ? but I just wanted to say that you write so so well (and that you seem so sweet)! <3
aw tysm this honestly made my week :D thank you so much <33 anything from asks like this to just liking my stuff is always enough for me and others to know our writing is appreciated 🫶 i spend so long on breaks etc. i do feel bad but i always try my best to make up for it in writing 🫡
ty again for the love and the support always x (and sorry for getting back a bit late uni has me off my feet 😅)
if the post from earlier didn't give it away it's my 18th today !! still had to go to uni but i got my first legal drink with friend after everything (a strawberry daiquiri and a baby guinness 🥰)
as a general notice, i don't think i'll directly pivot to writing anything 18+ on this blog seeing as it's something completely new for me and i don't want you all reading something i'm not happy with 🙅♀️
that and i'm fairly firm on sticking with my gn!reader pov so i'd need to spend some time reading how i should approach it the best :> maybe something a lil more suggestive than a hot make out but idk some suggestions would be nice
anyway enough from me! i'll post that keeho fic sometime this weekend once i have my tutorial stuff done :)
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