#hanbin fluff

✧ bf! hanbin, whose family adores you, they think you are the best thing to happen to hanbin. His sister already views you as her SIL; his mom insists you call her mom. His dad respects your dreams and takes you like a proper DIL. It also goes the other way ! Your parents adore him and occasionally forget you're their child ! Both parents can see how gentle and loving the relationship you guys have built is, and are rooting for you two.

✧ bf! hanbin who emphasises communication within the relationship, he doesnt want thier to be any underlying resentment towards each other. He also cerntianly doesnt want the both of yall to "sleep" on an argument, he wants its resolved quickly and maturely.

✧ bf! hanbin whos fatal flaw is his complete loyalty to you and only you. Sure, he'll be poilet to other women but dont get it mixed up everyone will know hes a taken LOYAL man.

✧ bf!hanbin whos proectiveness shows in watching your drink while you go to the bathroom, or keep his hand on your waist or the small of your back when walking through large crowds. Its Its subtle but youll never ever feel or be unsafe around him

✧ bf!hanbin who'd absoulte love for you to come to the dance studio with him to watch and support him learning new choreogrpahy and teaching you too. He's the type to teach you the dance and come from behind to fix your position only to tease you with feather kisses on the neck and collarbone.

✧ bf! hanbin who would gladly get any signed album of any group at your request but would become sulky if you fangirl too hard for another group or member (esp if its hao T_T)

✧ bf! hanbin whod your biggest supporter, you supported his dream of becoming an idols and expresing him self so its only right in his mind that he returns what you gave to him. He tries to not miss a big event/celebration and if he has too…? trust he will make it up 10x better.

✧ bf!hanbin who would never make you feel like your not the #1 person in his life, you are hs future. He can only every imagine speanding the rest of his life with you. You've supported his dreams and hes supported yours, breaking up is never something that he thinks of even in the middle of an argument.

✧ bf! hanbin who signed up to handle all of you and is more than willing to learn and grow together. Hes not afraid to love loudly and proudly. You are each other forevers ♡

Final notes: pls pls enjoy this; i plan to have more work coming soon. Dont be afraid to leave constructive criticism, compliments, etc. in the comments!

hanbin suddenly looked up and met your eyes. you tried to keep your cool and returned to your book. but before you realized, he was chuckling and putting away his phone.

“do you want some ice cream? or something cold to drink?” he asked softly, voice low and calm. you shook your head no.

hanbin scanned your face and rolled over to your side. he accidentally nudged your arm that was holding the book, causing it to drop onto the mattress.

“good because i didn’t actually feel like standing up” he grinned and looked up at your profile before grabbing his phone again. now he was just closer to you. one of his arms went to rest under his head, flexing the muscles.

another sigh left your lips upon eyeing his tattoo.

“it’s so hot…” you mumbled and put the book on the nightstand, shaking your head.

hanbin just hummed lazily in agreement, eyes glued to his screen watching some hamster content. you bit the inside of your cheek and suddenly turned. he thought you were just shuffling around to fix your position but was taken aback when you straddled him.

“nooo, get off, it’s so hooot…” he whined, trying to act offended but fell silent when he felt your hands creep up his sides.

hanbin didn’t even notice when his phone fell out of his hand, focused on your touch. you, on the other hand, didn’t know what possessed you. you looked at his face, flashing him a small smile.

“want me to stop?” you teased, leaning closer to his face. the necklace you had on, which was gifted by him on your 1st anniversary, dangled in hanbin’s face. his eyes focused on it and then flickered to your lips.

raising his upper body, he planted a quick kiss and you felt his smile imprinting against your lips.

“take that as a no” he answered and laid back down, relaxing. his face expression was just full of smugness and you were more than determined to make him flustered.

so you rested your palms flat on his chest, placing painfully slow kisses on his jaw. then, you gradually moved to his neck, not missing a single spot. placing tender kisses on his skin, nibbling occasionally.

“ah, i think i know now what’s on your mind” hanbin chuckled, putting his other hand to rest under his head.

you just shook your head and nuzzled it against his neck, smiling. his hands traveled to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze.

“you were more interesting than the book. take that as a complement” you teased and finally reached his collarbones. placing a tender peck on each clavicle, you backed away and looked him in the eye. the playful smirk was still there.

“i’m not complaining, baby” hanbin hummed. sure, you had kissed and made out plenty of times. or you have also traced his tattoos before. but you never kissed it yet, nor…

hanbin saw the evil spark glinting in your e/c eye and frowned, intrigued.

you leaned in again and first blew some air on his tattoo tauntingly. with a corner of your eye you noticed the goosebumps appearing on his skin. with a smirk, you leaned in and gently kissed the sun, the star, the moon. you felt how his breath hitched and you used that opportunity to press your lips firmly to his skin, also gently biting down. hanbin felt your soft lips and the way your hair almost feather-lightly tickled his exposed skin. when you stopped, only to place a delicate kiss on the sensitive spot, his grip on your hips tightened.

hanbin leaned his head slightly back when he saw you ducking down to his collarbones again. the feeling of your smile against his skin made his heart skip a beat; now he wasn’t sure if the sweating was just the outside heat.

when you leaned away, at first hanbin didn’t even realize. his mind was hazy, unable to focus. only when the emptiness on his collarbones hit him, you were already kissing your way back up to his lips. occasionally nibbling against the previous spots you marked, your hands also slid up and gently grabbed his hot neck. literally hot, warmth radiating off it. then, your eyes met his… and his cheeks glowing with red shade. his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted and puffed from biting down. and definitely no more track of that shit-eating smirk he had before.

and with a passionate kiss on his plump lips, you were done.

only when you had to breathe for some air, you leaned away and stood up.

“do you want some iced water? you must be thirsty” you grinned and before he could answer, brain taking too long to think of a comeback, you were already off to grab some for him.

and hanbin blinked slowly, his collarbones adorned with colorful love bites.

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In the month you’d been working as Hanbin’s secretary, this was the first time he stepped out of his office to call you out—over a freaking typo.

“You missed a letter,” he muttered, tapping the error with his pen on the document you’d printed. His cologne hit you—musky and leather, a scent that pulled at your senses.

“Do it again,” he said, voice firm.

“Yes, sir. My apologies.” You snatched the document back, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tremor in your fingers.

You were about to begin the rework when you noticed he still hadn’t moved. His fingers hovered on the edge of your chair, tapping against it.

You glanced over your shoulder and caught him looking at your blouse—not in a sexual way, but in that piercing, assessing look that made you swallow. There was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. “Starting tomorrow, I want you looking presentable for our clients.”

He turned away, already heading back to his office, but added one more thing: “And stop biting your lip when you type. It gives the wrong impression.”

You almost bawled your eyes out the moment his office door clicked shut.

Hanbin hadn’t stopped testing you since that day. It was as if he were always looking for a fault in your work—in everything you did. You dressed better. You prepared his coffee exactly the way he liked it. Still, he’d say, “You forgot an extra teaspoon of sugar.” So you made it a habit to leave a packet beside his mug. You even trained yourself not to bite your lip anymore. Yet, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe he was just waiting for you to quit.

And of course—the damn red ink, circling your typos. Why did he have to act like a professor grading papers? You’d had enough.

So when everyone finally went home, you stayed behind and walked straight into his office.

“Come in,” he said. You found him by the window, watering the small plant he always kept in his office.

“I need to talk to you.”

He set the watering can down and faced you, his expression unreadable.

“I always do what you ask, sir, but I don’t know what else you want from me.”

He said nothing at first—just stared. But when his voice came, it was calm—too calm. It rattled you more than if he’d raised his voice.

“Do you?”

“Y-yes. No offense, sir, but… I think you’re doing it on purpose.”

His brow lifted. “Is that what you think?”

He stepped forward, slowly closing the space between you, inch by inch.

“You’re a perfectionist. Maybe even controlling,” you said, fighting the urge to shrink back. “But I won’t give up easily. You can’t break me, sir.”

You kept your eyes fixed ahead, his presence still clear in your peripheral vision.

Something ignited in his eyes—interest, challenge.

“Really?”

“Try me,” you said, surprised by how steady your voice sounded.

Silence. 

Then he ordered, “Bend over the desk.”

“Excuse me?” you breathed, unsure you’d heard him right.

“You heard me.” His voice left no room for confusion, something darker simmering underneath.

You froze, pulse spiking. The air around you grew thick. 

Hanbin stood behind you, like a predator circling its prey.

“I said, bend over,” he repeated, his voice now dangerously low.

And you did. You obeyed, bending over and pressing your palms to the cool wood of his desk, heart hammering in your ears as you waited for what would come next.

Hanbin began by caressing your back, and your body shivered under his touch.

Carefully, his hand drifted lower, reaching your skirt. He paused, lifting the fabric just enough before letting it slip away.

He took in the sight of the black lace underwear barely visible through your stockings, eyes tracing the curve of your ass down to the back of your thighs. You waited, breath held, your body aching for the return of his touch.

At last, he unfastened your stockings and slid your underwear down with maddening control. His palm pressed against your bare skin—testing, feeling—as if searching for the perfect spot.

Without a word—slap!

You gasped, the sudden sting stealing your breath.

Another strike—harder this time.

Then another. And another.

He didn’t stop until you’d lost count. By the time he was done and satisfied, your ass throbbed, red and burning. You winced as you pulled your skirt back up, the fabric scraping raw against your skin.

Leaning in, he whispered in your ear, “Now, go home.” 

That day had changed everything; going to work each morning thrilled you like never before.

Hanbin felt it too—though he made sure you’d never know. He maintained his composure, face impassive, speaking only when necessary—usually when you made a mistake, which, more often than not, you did on purpose.

“What did I say about commas?” he’d scold you, tone clipped.

“Sorry, sir. I’ll fix it.”

“Do it again.”

“Yes, sir. I will.”

“You’ve been slipping.”

“I know.”

“I gave you more responsibility because I thought you could handle it.”

“I can,” you said through clenched teeth.

You couldn’t tell if he was convinced. His gaze locked on you in a way that made you feel exposed—like he was dissecting you, as if you were something to be figured out. 

And yet, he made you feel seen.

“Bring them back to me as soon as you're done. Don’t use your hands.”

“Understood, sir.”

Again, you obeyed him.

An hour later, you entered his office, the papers clutched delicately between your lips. He saw that your lipstick had been wiped off, leaving only the clean imprint of your effort. He watched as you placed the papers on his desk neatly—no smudges, just proof of your attentiveness. His expression didn’t falter, but you were almost certain his fingers had tightened around his pen.

He hated to admit it, but he liked it. He liked when you improvised—how you found clever ways to accomplish every task he gave you. And this time, you’d used your jaw, your mouth. A mouth he often thought about kissing. Hard.

You both kept it up every day of the week—undetected by anyone else at the firm. No one suspected a thing.

You two were unconventional—didn’t even hold hands in the break room.

But Hanbin had his ways.

He would leave notes on your desk in that annoyingly perfect handwriting of his. Little praises. Daring challenges. Sometimes, just your name written in red ink—like a secret only the two of you understood.

In the following months, Hanbin noticed how much you’d changed. The woman who had often avoided his gaze now looked him straight in the eyes—the same woman who used to apologize even for minor things. You stood taller. Spoke clearer. You had learned to be confident in yourself.

As for him, you weren’t just the fire in his loins—you’d become a light in his life. A light he wanted to keep. For a long time.

One night, after everyone had gone home, he found you still at your computer, typing away. He knew you were pretending, as you always did—finding excuses to stay late so you could wait for him.

“You never give up, do you?”

You looked up, a playful smile on your lips. “Never.”

Hanbin’s gaze glinted. “Can you do this… twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?”

“You know I can,” you replied, daring, matching the spark in his stare.

For the first time ever, you saw Hanbin smile. God, he looked so good when he smiled—it made your heart jump.

“I’ve made reservations at this Italian place… for us.”

Your smile widened. “Are you asking me out on a date, sir?”

He nodded.

“You know what this means, right?” you teased.

“Yes,” he said softly. “It means this.”

Hanbin walked around your desk, took your hand, and gently pulled you to your feet.