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Imma do it for u bestie don’t worry 😌🫶

Na Beakjin bf headcanons

🖤 Emotionally Guarded, Hopelessly Devoted

He’s not good with words. He won’t say “I love you” unless you’re asleep or not looking — but he shows it constantly. Walking on the outside of the sidewalk. Pulling you behind him when a crowd gets too tight. Standing silently beside you like a shield.

He listens harder than anyone ever has. You could mention your favorite drink once, and it’ll show up in his hand every time he sees you. He notices your habits, your moods, even your silences.

Quiet jealousy. He won’t pick fights, but if someone flirts with you, he goes cold. Stops speaking. Later, pulls you into a deeper kiss than usual, gaze unreadable, voice low: “Mine. You know that, right?”

Zero PDA, but in private, he’s needy. He stiffens if you kiss his cheek in front of others, but behind closed doors, he wraps himself around you in bed like a blanket. Face buried in your neck. One arm over your stomach. Won’t let go until you’re asleep.

He gets pouty when you don’t initiate affection. He won’t say it — he’ll just sulk in silence. But the second your fingers slide into his or your hand brushes his back, he softens like clay.

He doesn’t just like your scent — he’s addicted. He’ll pretend it’s a coincidence that he steals your hoodie, but he sleeps with it every time you’re gone. He’ll pull you into a hug and inhale like he’s trying to anchor himself.

He touches you like you’re fragile, but looks at you like you’re his anchor. Thumb brushing your cheek. Hand cradling the back of your head. He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s quiet and broken just for you.

Protective without permission. You won’t even know someone made you uncomfortable until Beakjin stares them down from across the room. He doesn’t raise his voice — he doesn’t have to.

He lets you play with his hands. They’re always cold, veiny, and big. You’ll mess with his fingers, and he’ll act like it’s annoying, but his eyes go soft, and he never pulls away.

🔞 NSFW — Soft Filth, Controlled Chaos

Slow, controlled, and obsessive. He starts gently — almost reverent — but if you tease him too much, he flips. Hands pinning your wrists, jaw clenched, voice low and dangerous: “You think I won’t fuck you until you cry? Keep pushing.”

Big on marking. He likes seeing the bruises. Finger-shaped prints on your thighs. Bite marks on your collarbone. Not because he wants to hurt you — he wants to own you. Quietly. Permanently.

Quiet in bed, but intense. No loud moans — just labored breaths, gritted teeth, and your name rasped against your skin. Occasionally slips — a low, “So fucking pretty when you beg” — but immediately shuts up after, embarrassed.

He stares the whole time, not just at your body, but at your face. He wants to see how you fall apart. How far can he take you? How wrecked you get just for him.

you're such a loser seok jiwon

KANG NO-EUL