#ikonscenario

Title: We Shouldn’t Character(s): Goo Junhoe (iKON) Genre: Smut Note: It really took me a lot of time to choose the characters omg. I hope I didn’t make the wrong choice. It’s also my first smut in English + between a man & a woman so it might be clumsy, I’m sorry. I also wrote it very quickly… Please give me your point of view and thanks for reading!

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“Do you remember when we first met?”

You were lying on your bed, Junhoe’s head on your stomach while you were stroking his hair.

“How not to? You dropped your cup of coffee on me and ruined my favorite dress!” you exclaimed.

“I actually did it on purpose…” he confessed, making your hand stop.

“You what?!”

“I-I didn’t know how to approach you so I bought a coffee and when it was cold enough, I went to you…”

“So cliché.” you laughed.

“I know, I know…”

You remained silent, enjoying each other’s presence. What you loved about Junhoe was that you didn’t always need to talk. He wasn’t a talkative person, except concerning food, but you didn’t mind because hey! food was food.

“And do you remember our first time?”

Oh shit. You knew what would this subject bring you to do and you didn’t want it to happen. Not now.

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

Junhoe lift his face in front of yours, his elbows on each side of your head.

“Really?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yes.”  you replied.

He smiled and bent, his mouth now near your right ear.

“Do you want me to remind you of it? Or maybe to replay the whole scene?”

You were about to respond but he didn’t let you and kissed you. You moved back your head, telling him to stop. His moved his lips in your neck as he told you he wouldn’t.

“Junhoe this is not the right day, the right time.”

“That wasn’t what you were saying yesterday…”

You bit your lips – he was now unbuttoning your top.

“Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today.”

“Yes, but if I remember well, it was past midnight when I made you have your three last orgasms so technically it was this morning…”

You blushed. Junhoe kissed you and you gave up. You knew from the beginning you couldn’t have resist to be honest. You both quickly removed your clothes while kissing passionately.

“The wedding…” you nevertheless managed to say, knowing it would be useless.

“Relax, it’s only at 3pm.”

“I have a lot of things to prepare!”

“Let the others do and spend some more time with the man of your life ok?”

“But–“

You moaned. Junhoe had just started to rub your clit and it woke up all your sensations of last night. You tried to concentrate on your kiss or else you would come in less time than it takes to say it. You were thinking that it was a chance you were kissing since it could smothered your moans when Junhoe’s lips left yours to meet your neck again. You covered your mouth with your hand but he removed it.

“Stop it…”

You were embarrassed. You shouldn’t be there, in this bed, with Junhoe. You both had to be ready for the wedding, and God knows how long it takes. You felt his tongue on your jaw, then on your chest, your stomach, your hips, before it licked your clit. You gripped his hair, moving your hips.

Suddenly, he thrust a finger in your vagina. You gasped as you tightened your grip. He groaned from pain and the last sparkle of common sense you had made you release his hair and grab the sheets instead. The sensations you were feeling were so good, so genuine, you couldn’t help but to moan. He inserted 2 more fingers one after another, before pulling them out. You shot your eyes open from frustration and saw him taking a condom he rolled on his penis. He laid back on your body and penetrated you. He plunged his head in the hollow of your neck.

“Wait.” you stopped him. “I need to accommodate…”

“Still not used to my body after all this time?” he smirked.

“Shut up.”

He giggled.

What you didn’t tell was that you wanted to calm yourself, you didn’t want to have your orgasm before him. You ordered him to move only when you felt you had waited long. There was already millions of butterflies in your stomach, your whole body was invaded by shivers.

He soon reached your g-spot, making you scream his name. He then, of course, kept on touching it again and again, driving you crazy. Only him could send you in seventh heaven like this. Not only from the pleasure but thanks to your harmony, your fusion too. You were definitely made for each other.

Your walls clenched, making both of you come together.

You tried to fix your respirations. When you succeeded, Junhoe stood up and threw away the condom.

Your phone then rang. You took it, wondering who was calling you.

“Who is it?”

“Hong Seok.”

“Don’t pick up.”

“You know I have to.”

He took your phone and dismissed the call.

“Goo Junhoe!”

“I don’t fucking care about him and I know it’s the same for you.”

“But I’m gonna marry him in less than 5 hours! He’s the man I’ll spend the rest of my life with!”

“Exactly. The rest of your life, which means like 50 years? In this amount of time, you’ll be able to answer his calls.”

He leaned, his mouth close to your ear.

“But now, you’re with me” he sensually whispered, “and the shower is waiting for us…”

He took your hand and lift you up. He took another condom before leading you to the bathroom, kissing you.

You realized that indeed, he was totally right.

Title: Razor Blade (2/2) Character(s): Kim Hanbin/B.I. (iKON) Genre: Angst Note: I forgot to tell you that if I don’t put some indications telling that the characters are idols, they aren’t haha (here for example, Hanbin isn’t an idol). I’m also sorry for this ending and the way I wrote it. It really sucks. Please give me your point of view and thanks for reading! Song: Epik High (feat. Kim Jong Wan of Nell) - Amor Fati please listen to it while reading here

part 1

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The sensation of water on your face was really refreshing. It felt good and it really woke you up. You took a towel and dried your skin. You were about to go back to the kitchen when your eyes fell on a razor on the edge of the sink. You shivered, turning towards the door to leave the bathroom, but something prevented you to do so. Your gaze landed on Hanbin’s razor once again, and you suddenly couldn’t tear it off.

You even started to feel attracted by it. You came closer to the sink, and opened the cupboard above it. If Hanbin had a razor, it meant that he also had other blades. You find them in a little plastic box. You opened it, took one if them in your shaking hand.

You looked at your scar, at the blade, at the scar, at the blade, you alternated. You then slowly approached the gray and thin object of your wrist. You apprehended a little. First of all because it had been at least 2 years since you last did it, and you were really depressed at that time. You didn’t have Hanbin by your side, you were alone with your problems. Then because, yes, you had Hanbin now, you had a shoulder to lean on whatever could happen. You knew he would always be here for you, as you always had been here for him since you met for the first time, on the bridge. And finally because you didn’t know when he would come back from his shopping. But, actually, you were to hypnotized to really care about it. You hold your breath while putting the blade on your vein, all the old sensations coming back to your mind and your body. You started to press it a little, and smiled when you saw blood appearing.

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How the heck didn’t he see it? You lived together for more than a year now, and he hadn’t notice your scar before? He thought he knew you by heart, he thought you were happy, he thought you were strong enough to support him, but it seemed like you weren’t at all. And him… him who only told you his story again and again, who just wanted to feel better without even caring about how you you felt. He was just a fucking asshole, that was what he had ever been, after all. A fucking selfish asshole.

Tears started to come up in his eyes. Maybe it was the coldness, maybe the culpability, he didn’t  know, he didn’t know anything anyway. He just reminded himself that he had once promised you not to cry anymore. You had told him that crying was natural, that it eased every pain, but for him, it was just a sign of weakness. He tried to wipe his eyes, but tears would always come back after 2 or 3 seconds.

You’re so weak Kim Hanbin, he thought, you can’t even hold your promises.

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You didn’t hear the lid bouncing on the pan because of the important heat and the boiling water. In truth, what you were cooking few minutes ago was out of your mind. You could just think about how the pain in your arm felt good. It was like everything in your life made sense again, for the first time in 2 years. You sighed, heading the blade towards you elbow a bit more.

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Hanbin accelerated, his vision still blurred by his tears. He had abandoned the idea of wiping them, it was taking his energy away whereas he needed all of it. He started to wonder why he went this far although there was a bakery in your street.

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You deepened the cut, jubilating on the sight of blood running through your arm and falling in the sink. You smirked. It seemed like you were taking your revenge on something, even if you didn’t know on what.

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He was shoving people but he didn’t care. He just wanted to come back to your flat before you could find the blade.

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You tightened your grip around the blade, like if it was your treasure.

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He reached your building.

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You reached your goal.

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He climbed the stairs.

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You climbed the sky.

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He entered the apartment.

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You entered heaven.

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He opened the door.

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You opened your eyes.

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He saw you.

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You saw him.

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He froze.

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You froze.

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Reality caught you up. Hanbin ran to you, wanting to take the blade out of your hand, but you were faster and avoided him. You quickly headed to the door. You were opening it when he arrived behind you and locked it, throwing the key out of the room. He didn’t want you to escape, not with the blade and not before having a talk. He then turned around – you were in front of the sink again, cutting your other wrist. You didn’t want the sensation to disappear. You had missed it too much to let it leave you. He caught your hand and tackled it against the cupboard, smashing the mirror that was on it, sending pieces of glass in both of your skins. However the pain made him loosing his grip and you went away.

For 5 minutes, Hanbin chased you as you were shunning. He was telling you to return him the blade but you yelled at him that you weren’t going to give up. You just wanted to feel it on your veins again and again, like a drug. You went crazy. Your fight became violent – he was on the verge of tearing your arm out while you were beating him off.

Suddenly, Hanbin pushed you against the wall, tackled your wrists on it and kissed you, blocking you with his body. Your eyes widened and anger started to invade you. You thought he wanted to calm you down, but it had the opposite effect on you when you realized that he actually wanted to take the blade out of your hand. Since you couldn’t use your hands, you kicked his knee, his tibia, his dick, everything you could reach. You were furious.

Hanbin seemed to read in your thought because he decided not to take the blade away but to appease you first. He let your wrists go and cupped your cheeks, deepening the kiss. Once you had your hands free, you attempted to reject him. You gave him a slap for not letting you doing what you wanted, another one for coming back too early, another one for being on this bridge this day, at this time, another one for wanting to commit suicide, another one for making you save him, another one for making you fall for him. You hit his chest, punched him, scratched him, you even pulled his hair.

You were lost. You didn’t know what you were doing, you were just slashing here and there, disorderly. You didn’t know what to think, everything was mixing up in your head. You realized that you didn’t even know why you were hitting Hanbin anymore.

That’s why your kicks became weaker and weaker, until you totally stopped and burst into tears. You let the blade drop on the floor. You were tired. You entirely leaned against the wall and started to squat. Hanbin followed you and when you were sitting on the floor, he broke the kiss and took you in his arms.

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You cried for at least one hour, endlessly while Hanbin was making circles on your back, reassuring you.

You were the first one to break the silence, finding it unsustainable. You weren’t crying anymore. You raised your head and look at Hanbin.

- I’m sorry.

- You don’t have too.

- Yes I have Hanbin. I-

- You what? What are you sorry for? For saving me? For hiding me the fact that you don’t enjoy your life in order to make me enjoying mine? I should be the one apologizing here. I always complained without thinking about you, about how you felt, if you were happy or not. It turned out that you aren’t, because of me.

- You were dealing with your own problems, I didn’t want to bother you with mine.

- Did you at least plan to tell me about it someday?

He sighed as you remained silent. You then took his face in your hands.

- You know, that day when I saw you on the bridge, it wasn’t the first time I was seeing you.

- … What do you mean?

- I had already saw you one time. You were sitting on a bench in a park. You were looking at the sky and even if it was late at night, I could still see you bright eyes. If you had saw you Hanbin, you looked so… broken. Even if I was depressed, even if I was taking medicine, drugs, even if I had often tried to commit suicide, I know I’ve never been this broken. Nonetheless there wasn’t only sadness and despair in your gaze. There was this little spark that I could see in my eyes too, where I was lucid enough. I directly thought we were similar. That’s why when I saw you on the bridge, I didn’t bother to think, I ran. I knew that if one day I really wanted to die, I would have hoped someone stops me. So I stopped you. And look at you right now. You’re a man full of happiness and joy. Have you thought about killing yourself again? I don’t think so. Because you have made sure you would never fall into depression again. And your success made me feel better. I’m not depressed anymore. I put my drug obsession aside, I’ve never self-harmed again since we met. Thanks to you Hanbin.

He looked at you, tears in the eyes.

- Why did you do it again then?

- I don’t know… I really don’t know what came over me. I saw your razor and all my old memories just came back…

- When… started Hanbin.

- Mmh?

- When was the last time you… cut your veins?

He took your hand away from his head and started to delicately brush his finger against your scars, now surrounded by dried blood. You winced.

- Just before I saved you on the bridge, you whispered.

A shocked expression could be read all over his face.

- That was when I made this scar too, you kept confessing. I managed too make the others disappear but I didn’t succeed with this one, I don’t know why. Maybe to make me remember that precious day when our lives intersect for the second time? I just know that it had been the last, thanks to you again.

Hanbin put his forehead against your, closing his eyes.

- Thank you _____.

- Thank you Hanbin, for saving me today.

You stayed like this all day, talking about your respective pasts, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. There was blood everywhere. On the walls, on the floor,  on the furniture. On your faces, your clothes, nothing was spared. Everything was broken too. You weren’t injured, besides your arms and your feet, since your mirror was now scattered on the flooring. But none of you cared about it, you were too focused on rediscovering each other’s lives.

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