#hyungwon request

Here you go Love! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

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"Hyungwon!" You called, wandering through the convenience store looking for him.

"Here," he responds. His head sticking out from behind a row of chips and candies.

"Ah," you grin moving forward with your favorite treats in hand. "Any luck with the soda dilemma?"

"Yes," he waves a bottle in between you as he browses a shelf of chips. You admire him, the plush look of his lips, the side swept bangs, the way his eyes seemed to zone in as he carefully selected a bag of chips.

"Alright, well I'm going to go check out," you respond leaving him to his selection process or at least you attempted to but his hand caught the tail of your coat.

"I'm buying tonight remember?"

"I didn't agree to that."

He frowned at you, letting his annoyance show.

"Fine," you huff and continue to wait for him.

After selections have been made, with bag in hand you make your way to your favorite spot in the park. He carries both the bag and blanket as you walk a few steps ahead basking in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun.

Once the blanket is spread out and you are sitting together eating your favorite selections he speaks.

"Your hair has red in it sometimes."

You pause around a bite of your food to meet his gaze. He grins, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"Stop," you tell him. Your own cheeks colored a faint pink.

"Stop what?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

“Like we are apart of a K-drama and you are about to profess your undying love for me."

He blushes red hot at your words looking away into the sun. You note how much lighter his eye color is as the sun shows every one of his perfect features.

The moments tick by and it makes your thoughts run wild. Was he going to profess his love?

"Hyungwon?"

"Hmm?" He asks, unpacking another snack for you to share.

"What happened?"

He pauses. "Nothing," he says quietly, shifting the plastic sack around. You reach across to pause his nervous fiddling and his gaze meets yours.

You give him an encouraging smile and he sighs.

"I was just kind of hoping that you’d you know… fall in love with me."

Your jaw drops and he blushes beginning to stutter a little through his next sentence.

"But of course we're friends... and that's okay too. I... I've always liked you more though."

"Oh," you whisper more to yourself than him as you realize all of this time it hasn't been one sided.

"I know this isn’t a movie, or a happy ending— I know that, but I mean it. I really mean it."

"I know," you say simply sitting frozen in your spot. "And I feel the same."

"You do?" He asks and you nod once, a small smile on your face. His smile brightens his whole face as he grasps your hand tightly and press his lips to your knuckles. "I love you."

Romantic Hyungwon

Hyungwon has an overwhelming amount of Capricorn in his alignments which heavily define his romantic attitude. He is my baby so I wanted this to be perfect. 

Hyungwon is a comedian. Laughter that makes tears stream down your face is a staple of a relationship with Hyungwon. He is silly and he feels like he can be his silliest when he is with you. Underneath that chic exterior is a goofball that loves to make an appearance whenever you are around. 

Hyungwon is a materialist. He likes the nicer things in life and that extends to his relationship with you. Expect to be showered in expensive and luxurious gifts. With gifts ranging from Balenciaga streetwear to Chanel accessories, Hyungwon will make sure you look like a million dollars. 

Hyungwon is a worrier. When he is on tour or busy he will always make sure you are well taken care of. Expect unexpected food or grocery deliveries as well as an onslaught of random stuffed animals or flowers. He wants to make sure that you are in a good place at all times. 

Hyungwon is honest. Rather than beat around the bush or try to keep everything bottled up Hyungwon will tell you as it is. If something doesn’t look good on you, he will tell you straight up. If he feels like you two need to talk about the bumps in your relationship, he will be clear about what’s wrong. 

Hyungwon is gentle. Lazy kisses and tender caresses are common staples in your relationship. He loves to place you in his lap and feel you curl up against him. While he can turn dominant, he prefers to pamper and worship you like you're a temple and he is a willing devotee. 

Hyungwon is empathetic. He is so deeply in tune with your emotions that it is almost like you were cut from the same cloth. When you have negative emotions or feelings he knows almost immediately. It’s hard to hide emotions from him, and he is the best person to vent to. 

Hyungwon just wants to match you. Mind, body, and soul, Hyungwon is yours and you are his. From matching accessories to matching phone wallpapers, he is someone who wants a partner that is equal in life. Not only physically but he will also mentally match you tit for tat. 

Hyungwon:

“Hey....wake up”

“...no” you say rolling over.

“Come on, get up I have a surprise for you”  Hyungwon says shaking you up. 

You grovel as you roll back over facing the clock, it was 6:00 am and Hyungwon’s day off why on Earth was he waking you up for a surprise this early.

“Can it wait?” You whine

“No, now get up all you have to do is put your jacket and slippers on and leave the rest to me” 

You pout as you make your way out of bed realizing you were not going to win this battle. You put on a nice jacket over your slip dress and some flats and curl back onto the bed. Hyungwon comes into the room handing you a blindfold and some headphones.

“put these on this surprise is special” 

“Hyungwon there are easier ways to kill me, I don’t know what you have planned but it better be worth it”  You yawn out

He wraps his arms around you and leads you out the house and in the car. You realize the music your listening to is a customized playlist he made just for you. Somewhere between you getting out the car and walking up steps you had fallen asleep and were awoken again by Hyungwon. 

“We are here”  He says as he take the headphone off of you 

you take your blindfold off and look around. You were on a jet and obviously not in Korea anymore.

“and where exactly is here?” you say looking around and getting off the plane

“Paris, I managed to get a hold of one of your favorite designers and they agreed to make some custom pieces for you since you can never find anything in your size or that fits the way you want” 

“What! How?!” You jump into Hyungwon’s arms giving him the biggest kiss. It’s true that you had been complaining months ago about how one of your favorite designers never really styled their clothes for girls with curves, even with the market itself expanding and other doing so.

“It wasn’t easy, but anything to see my girl happy and plus i missed our anniversary soo happy belated anniversary”  He gives you another kiss and watches you practically skip off to the car with excitement

Dating Hyungwon

Hyungwon is a Capricorn Sun, Pisces Moon, and Capricorn Mars, but there is an overwhelming amount of Capricorn in the rest of his chart. This defines him quite a bit.

He is the confidant. Hyungwon is the one who will want to hear about your day. Hearing all about your dreams, fears, loves, and ambitions are some of his most treasured times. He doesn’t care if you are in an intimate setting or public setting, he’s going to want to know about you inside and out. 

He is realistic. Hyungwon when goes into everything with a level head. He will make it clear from the get-go that your careers and lives come before any relationship. He understands that life comes in twists and turns but he will always ride them with you. 

He is imaginative. He will come up with the most intricate and fun dates. Rather than take you on traditional outings he’s going to incorporate little bits of personality. Dinner and a movie are boring, so he’s going to spice it up by taking you to a cooking class and a film festival. It’s all about the little twists.

He is sensual. Skinship and close contact are pivotal parts of dating Hyungwon. He needs to know if he is physically and sexually compatible with you. Long, lazy kisses and tender caresses are a staple of a relationship with him because he likes to act on his feelings more than talk about them. 

But he can get controlling. Despite the prince-like exterior, Hyungwon likes things in a way that fits him. Even though it may not always come off as malicious he can try to constrain you if he feels vulnerable.  

But he can get suspicious. Unlike Kihyun, Hyungwon isn’t a jealous person. However, he can get suspicious in a passive-aggressive way. Rather than communicate, he will resort to snooping and run-arounds. 

But he is materialistic. Hyungwon expects a level of perfection, and that can often be transferred over to you. He will spend copious amounts of money on things you both don’t need which can often lead to rifts or fights.

I’m so sorry with how this turned out. I was planning on making it smutty, but then the Zin had different ideas. 

Warning: NSFW or grandma’s house.

‘Hyungwon loves Valentine’s Day,’ they said

‘Make chocolate covered strawberries,’ they said. 

‘Get some lingerie,’ they said. 

It was high time that you stopped listening to his bandmates when it came to pleasing your man. Especially when most of the suggestions came from the devious mouth of Minhyuk. 

You worked hard on creating the perfect Valentine’s Day for Hyungwon. It began with a sweet breakfast being delivered to his dorms. Then it was a box of chocolates that Kihyun graciously passed on to him. During the day it was suggestive snaps of peeking lace and satin straps. They were teasingly naughty in all the right ways.

The final gift was meant to be sexy and sensuous, hoping to solidify a part of your relationship that was more explorative and for lack of a better word, kinky. The goal was to surprise him with a set that wrapped you up like a red, satin gift. Then you were planning on seducing him with strawberries, taking a clue from some 90s movie that drawing attention to your mouth is always a positive thing. 

Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised and loved the sight of you in a red negligee that had his mouth eagerly watering. The candles added an ambiance that was sultry and delicious, more so than the chocolate you were currently rolling between your teeth. 

“Are you ready for your dessert baby?”

He took you in his arms and sprinted to the bedroom, latching his mouth onto your skin in heated fervor. Hands ripped the delicate fabrics and groans of pleasure overtook the heated room. He took you in a way that only he could. Lusty kisses, skilled hands, and a devilish tongue worked you to a stupor that had you orgasming over and over before he even bound you two together as one. 

Somewhere in the passionate haze one of you decided that it would be a good idea to use the melted chocolate. Dripping the warm substance all over your bodies felt amazing at first, but soon the warmth turned sour. It was sticky and gross, creating a hardening and grainy substance that stuck to both of your bodies. 

But when the dark chocolate dripped onto your new satin sheets you had enough. The darkening stain was growing bigger and bigger, mocking you painfully. It kept screaming at you and soon enough the chunky chocolate residue ruined the moment. 

Hyungwon felt you falling out underneath him. He tried to keep your mind occupied with his perfectly plush lips, but the damage was done. All you could think about were the brown flakes on your chest, the growing stain on your sheets, and how much you wanted to punch Minhyuk in his face. 

So the evening ended and you both separated from each other with regret. Like a gentleman, Hyungwon took the sheets and treated them delicately while you took a shower. He took one after you while you attempted to make amends for the evening. Heating up some day-old takeout, you tried to make a lovely spread for him as he cleaned himself off. 

With wet hair and low hanging sweats, Hyungwon immediately brightened up at the sight of you in his shirt, day-old ramen, and the leftover chocolate covered strawberries. He swept you into a deep, sweet kiss and pulled you into his lap as you both tucked into the romantic, yet simplistic dinner. 

“You know,” he said taking a bite of food, hand absentmindedly drawing patterns on your bare thigh, “The washing machine just started.”

“Mhmm,” you responded, not catching on to his double meaning. You were far too distracted by the noodles on your plate. 

He set his chopsticks down and reached up to brush your hair behind your ear. His lips came close to your sweet spot, causing a shiver to shoot up and down your spine that had you gripping your utensils tightly. “The spin cycle hasn’t started yet.” The hand that was brushing your thigh moved up higher, getting dangerously close to your now aching core. 

Here you go, my love. 🥀

And my boy like a queen / Unlike one you’ve ever seen / He knows how to love me better / A hit of dopamine, higher than I’ve ever been / He knows how to love me better

The bar was on the side of town that he’d never frequent. 

He was used to cosmopolitans and expensive whiskeys that have CEOs and the bourgeoisie flocking to expensive leather couches and imported cigars. Women dripped in Chanel and diamonds, tinkling through the night as their husbands’ eyes wandered towards newer models for the night. Cocaine and hundred dollar bills littered the marble bathrooms, removing the inhibitions of the painfully rich and racking up tabs that could feed a small country. 

You were used to cheap beer and pool tables that were covered in spilled drinks and broken glass. Deep tempo rock music and old fashioned decor were fashioned among musty smoke and the smell of stale cigarettes. Leather and worn down jeans fit the bodies of drunken patrons, a far step down from the silk and cashmere of Hyungwon’s world.

He only came for the lustrous red drink that was a staple to the bar. He only came so he could watch you behind the counter as you deftly served rude and handsy patrons. He only came so he could work up the courage to talk to the enigma that plagued his thoughts day in and day out. 

You blended into the dark, making you look like one with the black themes that danced across the musty space. He could barely see you from his perch because of how fast and silently you moved. If it wasn’t for the occasionally glowing red drink, he’d think you were a shadow yourself. 

The drink was called a Lucky Strike and it tasted like cherries and sin. He imagined that your lips tasted the same. It was strong, something that was meant for sipping and contemplating your every move. There was a special ingredient in it that made it all the more addicting. 

Hyungwon dreamt one night that the special addition was the blood of a broken heart. He imagined that it was his broken heart that was being squeezed into the glass, blood running over your skilled fingers. He drank it wholly, savoring the taste of his hurt and your wonderment. By the time the sun came up, he felt intoxicated and addicted.

Ever since then you plagued him like an itch he couldn’t scratch. There was something about the way you were one with the black. There was something about the way you served up his heart with an emotionless expression. 

He wanted to bathe you in the beauty and light of his world, but at the same time he wanted to snuff out the sun and envelope you in permanent darkness so you felt at one with the world.

Patrons would try to elicit a smile or a whisper out of you, but you simply fixed them with a blank stare that would unnerve the most steeled of persons. 

He’d tried, gods know he tried.

Hyungwon had tried and failed to talk to you multiple times, but every single time you fixed him with your shadowed eyes his tongue seemed to dry up in his mouth. All he could say was “One Lucky Strike please,” and then go along his merry way.

He’s three Lucky Strikes in tonight.

One more and you’d be his.

I hope you don’t mind that I went with another member? I started writing it and it just felt wrong for Hoseok. I wanted to continue from the hallway but it just didn’t end up going down a route I liked. In the Mafia, there is the “Administration” aka the top three members. These are the Capofamiglia (Hosoek), Capo Bastone, and the Consigliere (Kihyun). SOOOOOO I wrote about the Capo Bastone cause that’s the only member of the “Administration” I didn’t write about hehehe. I hope this works for you!

Gif credits to the owner! It was just chilling on my desktop. 

Warning: Non-descriptive smutty smut. Unedited. 

The white silk sheets caressed your skin like the touch of a thousand lovers. Beautiful and demure, the fabric brushed over every crevice, bite mark, and bruise. The contrast of your colorful skin to the pure white gave you a small rush of satisfaction. It reminded you of the night before and your thighs touched subconsciously. 

The party ended only a few hours ago, the roaring dying down enough to no longer hide your screams. You rode him with fervor as guests left in their fancy cars, drunk off the expensive liquor that flowed throughout the night. By the time the sun was breaking above the horizon, the party had ended and you were coming down from your high. The dark fingers of sleep gripped your vision, and you quickly fell asleep under the glow of the early morning sun. 

You woke up a few hours later to the sounds of soft snoring and a cleaning crew taking care of the messes left over from the ball. Blinking through the afternoon light, you admired your surroundings in earnest. From the white silk to the glowing windows everything about the expansive room was breathtaking. Subtle metal accents lined all the modern furniture and expensive decor was scattered everywhere. It was a room fit for a modern prince. Or at least a modern Robin Hood. 

Don Hoseok’s capo bastone was still asleep next to you and you took the time to appreciate him. The sheet was gathered at his waist, exposing his lean, tan back to the world. He looked almost golden in the light and for a second he shined like a god. His white hair was mussed and a dark purple bruise on his neck was the only blemish on his flawless body. You smirked at the discoloration and reached out a light finger to touch the small circle. 

Goosebumps arose when you made contact with the soft flesh. Tracing over the edges, you moved your hand to brush up his jaw to his face. Outlining the shape of his plump lips and sharp cheekbones you admired his unnatural beauty. 

How someone so beautiful could be so ruthless was a question that plagued you every time you fell back into his bed. 

As the child of a Supreme Court Justice, you were expected to act with dignity and grace so as to not embarrass your family. You knew that if your parents found out about your affair with a notorious criminal there would be extreme consequences. Your father was the one Justice that Don Hoseok couldn’t bribe, but his second-in-command was somehow able to sink his claws into his kin. 

The whole thing was dangerous but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It may put your life on the line, but the temptation was too delicious. 

Your wandering hand made its way into his soft hair and brushed out some knots. The gesture was intimate and unlike you, but at the moment it felt right. You woke up next to him for what felt like the millionth time, naked as the day you were born, so there was a level of familiarity that you were willing to push. 

Boldly you continued to caress his locks, switching between running your fingers through them and scraping your nails on his scalp. This continued for a few moments and you were mesmerized by how the strands fell through the gaps in your fingers. His eyes fluttered open, taking in your concentrated face and the way the light cast shadows on it. 

He wasn’t particularly fond of affection or skinship, but he’d be damned if he said running your fingers through his hair didn’t feel good. It felt wonderful and he wanted to stay in that moment for the rest of his life. He’d deny it until his dying breath, nor would he tell you so openly. He’d keep that fact locked away in the dark recesses of his heart. 

He was too risky for you and he knew it. Did he care? Absolutely not. He reasoned that you willingly put yourself in the line of fire and who was he to deny his and your needs?

His needs reared their ugly head when you left a particularly rough scratch to his scalp. You knew he was awake, and the lure to have a little fun was too much. Pulling at his hair brought a deep groan out of his sleepy throat, and you couldn’t help but push your lips to his. Waking him up fully didn’t take long, but working your bodies to exhaustion took hours upon hours. 

Of course my love. Sorry it’s short!

ps: keep sending me Hyungwon stuff. My bias needs more love.

You hadn’t seen him in four months and it felt like the sun didn’t shine quite as bright. Colors were duller, and the scent of roses that used to be your favorite no longer had the scintillating appeal. Everything was less than, and you wanted that to stop before you went crazy.

Two months of a world tour, followed by two months of your travels, and finally, two months of his schedule taking him all over the world again. Time seemed to work against you two, but it finally relented its battle and allowed you the opportunity to see him. Two flights and a train later, and you found yourself standing in the wings of the stage he was currently working. 

You were hidden by the shadows as you took him in. He was born to be up there with the thousands of screaming fans chanting his name. He looked so comfortable in his natural element that you fell even deeper in love with him than you already were. You loved seeing him so carefree and relaxed, and despite the time issues, you were happy that he was doing what he was passionate about.

You loved him unconditionally, and you knew he felt the same about you.

When the final song began to wind down you suddenly got nervous. Your hands got clammy and your heart began to race. The final bow and exiting salutations were a muffled blur as your vision began to focus solely on him. Everything around him was hazy as if surrounded by a fog. The tunnel vision intensified as he and his bandmates began to walk in your general direction as they exited the stage. 

The darkness was your safety as your nerves were firing off at the anticipation of seeing him beyond FaceTime and Skype. They all passed you in consecutive order, not necessarily noticing you as you pushed yourself deeper into the security of the shadows. He even passed by, but he paused a few feet away, his shoulders tensing as he slowly turned to look at you. 

Your perfume was what stopped him. It smelt too familiar. Too much like home.

He thought he was imagining it, but when he saw you, covered slightly by the shadows, everything for him came crashing down. He saw what made him feel that intense, toe-curling happiness that gripped his entire being. 

Before you could even blink he was gathering you into his arms. The bone-crushing hug was all-encompassing and you felt all of him in that one singular moment. You felt his love, his need, and his want. You didn’t even notice the tear fall from the corner of your eye until he reached up and wiped it away, a grin stretching from ear to ear.