#phi hanwul

showing your gratitude | phi hanwul x reader

pairings: Phi Hanwool x fem!reader

synopsis: an incident in school led you to hide away with your classmate Hanwul, until things got sorted out

genre: smut (minors dni!)

wc: 1,687

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (tap it before you wrap it!)

author‘s notes:English is neither my first nor my second language so please excuse any grammar mistakes :)

@ykuluvmia sorry it took so long, hope you like it (dm me if you don't)♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

It was like the air itself had stood still in the corridor of Yusung Technical School, as every student that littered around you held their breath. The only audible sound in that moment was the repeated slap of skin on skin. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bizarre picture before them: your split knuckles, doused in blood, frequently hitting the teacher's face over and over again. 

It sure took a while for a student to call the headmaster and even longer to pry you off him. There was an ache growing in the back of your head, intensifying with every word the headmaster had snarled at you. Police. Parents. Expulsion. It was too much and your feet carried you away without a second thought.

When you stumbled into the broad chest of a classmate you had barely ever talked to, you weren't fazed enough to protest when he slung an arm around your waist and guided you to a black car occupied with a chauffeur.

That was two days ago and you haven't really heard anything from him since. Hanwul had brought you to this nicely decorated room with a white couch, food was delivered and left at the doorstep. "Don't leave until I'm back.", he said, so here you were, waiting.

Minhwan was a constant companion in your isolation. He brought you a change of clothes that resembled his by a lot and would always relax on the couch next to you, flex his modified gun or tell you what everyone else was up to.

The cushion next to you dipped as a lanky figure plopped onto to the couch. He lied on his back, knees drawn up and hands behind his head. "You know,", he started, stealing the attention from the video you were watching on your phone. "instead of going for that bastard alone, you could've contacted my business instead." You huffed, having heard of his service. For a little taste of revenge, Minhwan takes sensitive information from the victims that search his help which he later hands over to perpetrators. When asked why he would commit such a heinous offense, he'd just say "No reason.", hence the name of his company.

"I wouldn't want that asshole to have something he could blackmail me with.", you murmured. His head shot up at that. "No,", he cooed, meeting your eyes with those big button pupils of his. "I wouldn't do that to you. I'd have beaten him up as a friendly act of service for Hanwul." He leaned back down, taking out his phone, before sliding off the couch again. "Business is calling. See you later.", he called over his shoulder before disappearing through the door.  As it fell back into the lock, the sound echoing through the room, you tossed away your phone, a sudden numbness spread through your chest. 

Why were you still here? Your parents would be mad, yes, but as well as the police, they would calm down if they knew that you had only defended yourself after that prick of a teacher got handsy with you. You sighed, shaking your head as you remembered the other two students who got expelled even though they were in the same situation as you. You decided then that you couldn't just hide away, you needed to confront the consequences of your actions.

Your hand wrapped around the door handle, hesitantly pressing it down. As you swung open the door, a tall figure already awaited you in the doorway. Grey hair, lean muscles and a blue intense stare that matched the slight smile on his lips. Hanwul had finally come to see you.

"Going somewhere?", he asked, hands buried in the pockets of his trousers. You didn't realise that you were holding your breath until you tried to answer. "I'm restless.", you mumbled. Hanwul nodded, once, before placing a hand on your shoulder, spinning you on your heels. Your back hit his sculptured chest and your breath caught, leaving your heart to pump frantically as he lowered his head next to yours, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

"He's gone.", he simply stated. You didn't dare to move as his hand travelled from your shoulder down your blade bones, leaving a cold trail of goosebumps through the thin material of your ripped shirts. It was hard to find your voice but you managed to scramble some words together anyway. "Three days is all it takes for you to get rid of a teacher?", you asked.  Hanwul only scoffed. "I could have done it in one but I wanted you to get used to this setting." He grazed the side of your neck with his teeth, humming at the stiffness his touch left you with. Your words almost failed you. "Why?" "I'd like you to be here more often.", he confessed, brushing his soft lips in the crook of your neck. He didn't kiss you, he just trailed his lips along your artery, parting them to run his tongue over your jaw bone. Your voice quivered as you tried to force something out, clawing your fingers at the hems of your sleeves. 

"You trying to say something?", he asked, his lips so close you could feel the slight smirk ghosting over his lips as played with the hem of your shirt.

Lust fogged your mind as you tried to remember why you even tried to speak. "Thank you.", you whispered then, unsure why those words left your mouth. Hanwul chuckled, running the tip of his nose down your collar bone. "Can you think of another way to show me your gratefulness?" His suggestion turned a lever in your mind as you turned around on your heels, crashing your lips on his. He wasn't surprised at all, pushing you backwards until your knees gave out,  hitting the couch. You crashed on top of it, landing flat on your back and Hanwul followed closely, climbing on top of you with his knees digging into the cushion on either side of your hips, not breaking the kiss.

As he helped you pull off the longarm shirt which had a short sleeved one draped on top, he furrowed his brows at the sight of the tank top you were in addition wearing underneath. His hands hovered on top of it but he pulled them back again, hooking a finger into the waistband of your jeans instead. A chuckle escaped him as he took in the three separate waistbands that clung to your waist at different levels. 

"Why are there so many layers?", he breathed. You laughed, running your fingers across the seams, working open the three separate buttons. "Minhwan used me as his tailor's dummy.", you murmured, smiling as you remembered the blue haired boy drape the clothes on top of you, mumbling something about this being the right size. Hanwul nodded, yanking down all your pants in one go. "He does have a unique taste in clothing."

You agreed with a grunt, running your hands over his chiseled chest. You hadn't even registered when he undressed but suddenly the only material separating your sexes was his boxers which he pulled down to reveal a hard erection. You bit your lip, taking in the leaky tip and all the thick veins running towards it. At the sight you felt something wet ooze out your cunt.

Your hands grabbed his shoulders instinctively as he lined himself up with your entrance. The friction of the tip brushing up against your slick sending bolts of electricity up your bloodstream. He entered slowly, waiting for your fluttering wall to adjust to the sweet stretch before he buried himself deeper. His hips started moving rhythmically, working you open first.

When he realized that you had stopped scrunching your face in discomfort and let a more relaxed expression take its place instead, he pulled back, ramming into you with a different angle. You moaned at that. His tip had found a spongey spot that had you clench down on him. He hissed as your walls grew tighter with every thrust, sucking hickey onto the delicate skin on your neck to hinder his hands from leaving more than bruises with the way he was digging them into your waist.

His thrust grew a little more erratic as his own climax built, and when he found your clit, running two fingers over the nerve bundle, you lost it. A white veil of blindness stole your vision as you came, thighs shaking uncontrollably as your knees tried to find their way back to each other. But Hanwul was still buried deep inside you, rutting into you as he grunted with the sensation of his abs growing unbelievably hard. A few more jerks of his hips bruising yours is all it took for him to finally snap. He bit down on your shoulder, spurting hot ropes of his release into your unprotected pussy. The pain on your shoulder pulsed, slowly getting weaker with every breath you took. 

When you both had come down, Hanwul pulled out, watching your combined spent leak out your cunt. His eyes glistened at the sight and he brought his thumb to your entrance, absentmindedly pushing the milky substance back inside you. You flinched at the contact with your sensitive cit, hips bucking backwards.

Just as he had tucked himself back into his boxers, the door sprang open. Your heads snapped towards it, brows furrowed as you took in the intruder.

"You asked me to get this and then you didn't even plan on using them?", Minhwan asked, voice more amused than irritated as he held up a string of condoms. 

Hanwul breathed out annoyed, reaching for your shirts to cover up your naked body. "You just tossed my clothes on the floor?" He looked at his friend with wide eyes, disbelief glinting within them. "They're designer."

You chuckled, grabbing one of the throw pillows before chucking it at Minwan who got the hint and left with an irritated sigh before tossing the condoms in your direction.

Hanwul kissed your jaw, running a hand through your sweat tousled hair. "I'm planning on showering you with complaisanses from now on." He took in your raised eyebrows, a clear question mark painting your features. "To get you to show me your gratefulness more regularly."

AND THE FINE ASS GUY WAS. . .? 𝄞 PREV. | MASTERLIST | NEXT

“It's Phi.” Sehyeun announces.

“Who?” You ask.

“WHAT!?” Siwan slams his palms down on the iron surface of the BBQ top, metallic utensils clattering at the sheer force of incredulity induced. He stands up in utter bafflement and leans across the table like he's ready to personally strangle you, as if he was interrogating you for The Betrayal of 1920. There's that psychopathy in his eyes that clearly says he will not hesitate to jump over and jump you. “The fine shit you were talking about is Phi Fucking Hanwool!?”

You blink, slow and uneven, not quite catching up with the conversation happening at your own table, and not understanding why Siwan and Hyunwoo look like they're ready to tear somebody's limbs off. “I didn't know he was a Phi. I've never met or seen the YB heir before.”

Hyunwoo looks just a whistle away from disintegrating into chalk wind, jaw dropped with his hands on his head as he communicates with you through his widened eyes (he's saying that ‘you have got to be terribly joking’). “Noona.” He starts, putting a hand on your shoulder like you just doomed the whole of Korea. “Noona. Do you not know who exactly this Phi Hanwool is?”

You deadpan, far too off the point. “Am I supposed to know this guy?”

Sehyeun audibly laughs out loud when Siwan and Hyunwoo grasp at their own hair and groans far too loudly with visible dread and irritation; at both you, and the person of the topic, as if they're re-experiencing the most painfully humiliating moments of their life.

“Out of everyone in the whole uni, you decided to let cupid shoot you for the guy who almost ruined everyone's lives?” Siwan cannot believe his ears, plopping back down on his chair, the wooden rear striking against tiled floor. He drapes an arm over the top rail, pinching the bridge of his nose to contemplate his friendship with you. “I knew your standards were shit, but holy shit.”

“Am I missing something here?” You try again, only having gotten questions in return to your question the entire time, your eyebrows furrow to display your dim anger. “I feel like I missed an important press conference for this group.”

Sehyeun continues to huff a long amused sigh at Siwan and Hyunwoo’s reaction, crossing his arms as he leans back on his chair before fixing you a reassuring smile, despite the end of it trembling in silent distaste. “He went to Yuseung High with us, noona.”

You tilt your head, a question mark popping up beside your head. “Okay…? How am I supposed to know him then? I went to Chungma, you guys know this.”

“How do you not know this Phi Hanwool!?” Hyunwoo exclaims once more, albeit a bit too loudly. He grabs you by the shoulders once more, and starts shaking you along with his words. “Noona, he was literally, like, the ruler of the south of Incheon. The one who single handedly instilled fear in all of the other schools in the south, and kept the Northern Alliance from pushing downwards!? That absolutely monster of a human!?”

“Oh!” You snap your fingers, Hyunwoo ceasing his rattle. “He's that Phi. I know him, I think. The same Phi who made Minseong crash out at even the slightest sight of a Yuseung student?”

Siwan strangles the air in front of you as a substitute for you, you are sort of relieved it's not actually you because he might have genuinely killed you with it.

“Exactly the same Phi.” Sunchul confirms.

“JESUS—” You near jerk off of your chair at the freight of the sudden appearance, holding your palm against your heart while leaning against Hyunwoo to overdramatise your shock, who was just as spooked as you. “Sunchul-hyung… Are you trying to get back at me for crashing your bike by scaring me to death?”

“I was not.” Sunchul forms a straight line with his lips, unimpressed beyond his fondness. “But I still haven't forgiven you for that.” He more than kindly rests the three bottles of soju he held with one hand and three glass cups on the other down on the table, a resounding clang sieving through the air.

You watch the alcohol descent with an awfully craned neck, staring at it for a moment with an anticipating gaze, before looking back up at Sunchul when the stacks did not multiply magically as you hoped. The hyung in question, with his crossed arms as if there was nothing wrong at the table, merely raises an eyebrow at the blank look you press onto him. You take it upon yourself to spell it out, slowly counting one, two, three, four; Sehyeun, Siwan, Hyunwoo, you with your finger to make it clear. Blinking up at Sunchul again, you smile. “Hyung. There's four of us.”

“I don't want to drink tonight.” Sehyeun unhelpfully adds, inevitably falling on deaf ears.

“You're the only person who wants a bottle for one each. Damn alcoholic.” Sunchul flicks your forehead, to which you respond by acting as if he shot you with a gun. “Besides, I did say nothing for you on my tab.”

“Wha—” You slam your fist on the table in genuine offense, glasses clanking, and Hyunwoo needing to hold the salt shaker so it doesn't slip off the table. “But hyung! I went to all my classes today!”

“You’re an university student,” Sunchul folds his arms over his chest again. “You're supposed to attend your classes.”

“Do you hate me and want me to die?”

“You won't die just because you don't drink for one night.”

“She might.” Siwan quips, flicking off the cap of the beverage with his finger. “You never know with her. I certainly don't. Especially how she managed to have a crush on Phi Hanwool, all people.” He pours himself a glass, ignoring Sehyeun’s fuss over it.

“It's not a crush, hello?” You attempt to defend yourself, stealing his glass and downing it in one go, almost choking when Siwan fucking pierces his heel down on your foot. Your first instinct is to throw the cup at him, but Sunchul grabs your wrist before you could do so. “I'm going to kill you, Cheon Siwan.”

“You just took my drink!”

“It didn’t have your name on it!”

“I poured it for myself.”

“You don't pour drinks for yourself, Siwan. That's not proper etiquette.”

“You quite literally just drank it without toasting with anyone else.”

“Stop being such a crybaby about etiquettes.”

“You—”

“Settle down.” Sunchul breaks the banter by grabbing both you and Siwan by the back of your collars, far too easily, far too casually, and far too effective. Sehyeun and Hyunwoo snickers at the way you both can only blink speechlessly. “Stop fighting all the damn time. You're disturbing the other customers."

“He started it.” You argue, trying to put yourself in the right.

“I did not.” Siwan hisses.

The two of you immediately fall quiet again when Sunchul tightens his grip. Like obedient cats.

“Hyung, what was the occasion for treating us to drinks?” Sehyeun chimes in like the good amidst evil he is, receiving thankful blinks when Sunchul drops his hold on you and Siwan. “What are we waiting for?”

“Well.” Sunchul scratches his nape, stealing a cautious look at Hyunwoo, who raises an eyebrow at the hesitance from the older. “About that—”

A black tray is set down on the table; filled with the usual order for the group; The Chinatown Special. And the world stills. Curious eyes trail from the mass of grub, to the rubber gloved hands of the waiter, along the red apron with the print of Bul-Yeou’s logo at the front, up to the desolate vast grey that dimmed of certainty and vain, before recognition phases through the haze. Then it clicks, and the boys’ jaws slacken. It is Hyunwoo who shrieks,

“Park Gunyeop!?”

“Who?” You ask, again. You are beginning to regret not having gone to Yuseung, because this was just getting ridiculous.

“[F/n].” Sunchul trails off, wrapping an arm around the ‘Park Gunyeop’, and patting his shoulder. You saw past the faux casualty of his action, cringing at the buried awkwardness from the hyung. “Meet Park Gunyeob. He was a junior at Yuseung, same year as these guys.” A pause, for the dramatics, and for a moment to let everyone blink. “And the new worker here at Bul-Yeou.”

“Nice to meet you.” Gunyeop mutters, bowing slightly specifically to you, and only you it seems.

“Hyung,” Siwan starts immediately, nearly pointing at Gunyeop with a finger before immediately taking an unopened soju decanter, and holding it up so it's doing the directing for him instead. “He's the junior you said you were going to help out?”

“Yeah, basically.” Sunchul shrugs, letting his arm around the younger’s shoulder fall; feeling the action to be a little too gauche. “There's really no other juniors left at Yonsei for me to help out.”

“This is,” Sehyeun swallows, an awkward lump forced down his throat, and an equally awkward chuckle slipping past his lips. “Quite the, uh, surprise.”

“Thoroughly unwelcomed.” Hyunwoo adds, the slightest of a glare on his eyes as he watches the impassiveness of Gunyeop while chewing on his inner cheek.

You find yourself observing; listening to the pitch of your boys’ voice with words, and their variants of reactions to the sudden reunion at your designated spot akin home, and noticing something quite sombre for the mind.

You believe you know a thing or two about human behaviour, having tragedised into building a weapon over it. How the crest and trough of voices decipher and immortalise the resolve hidden behind it, the edges of the gazes that see all but nothing at all dragging through the gutter, and the lips that spews out choruses that betrays the mind before the sanctity of it holds true; all is known to the one who hears. There are graveyards in the eyes of some, cadaver rotting behind the pupils with woeful ache bruised purple and grey—and you find it in Gunyeop, with his eyes pouring dull that weighs his shoulders heavy.

“Oh boy.” You blurt out, once again stealing the drink that Siwan was pouring for himself, and chugging it down while continuing to watch every little emotion that chipped past everything on your junior's face. “You have that dead look in your eyes that I've only seen adults have.”

Gunyeob’s expression does flinch at that, despite the attempts to bury it deep. His eyebrows furrow, and a question peeks through. “What do you—”

“Alright!” You suddenly exclaim, standing up abruptly with a loud drag of your chair, evoking surprise onto everyone's faces and nerves. Your grin stretches far too wide, and your objective ringing clear in your head. “So, it's your first day at the job, Gunyeop-ah?"

“Hah?” Siwan chimes in unhelpfully.

“Huh?” Gunyeob parrots him, a little more dumbfounded than Siwan at the moment. “Well, yeah, it's my first day. My first job too, for that matter.”

“That's brilliant!” You take the liquor bottle from Siwan’s hands, pulling up the sleeves of your shirt as you ignore his strings of curses. You hit the bottom of the soju with your elbow, swiftly whisking your wrist to outline the thalassic whirlwind inside the decanter, before easily flicking the cap off with your finger, just as previously done before. “Here you go, Gunyeop-ah.” You pour a glass, fill it to the brim, and pass it to the confused junior.

Gunyeop takes the alcohol handed to him, not because he wanted to, but because he is still polite enough to not refuse a senior, and he cannot quite grasp what is happening, and why you're the one spurting drinks for all the others too, and why Sunchul is also easily taking the drink despite still being on his shift, and how you're holding the whole ass bottle up instead of pouring yourself a glass too. And why you're smiling at him like how his mother would when she used to talk about her favourite student back in High School. A wave of something irks him, but it gushes out calm. “What…”

“A toast to Gunyeop!” You cheer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to which he staggers as he needs to crouch a little, holding forward your drink for a celebration. “For his first day at the job, and for being stuck serving us for as long as he works here!”

Huffed laughter and rolled eyes with no choice of endearment follows after your words, through reluctance to forgive, and memories that leak fresh of cuffed fists, your bottle is met with youth pressed together in the form of reprise and reliving; glasses clanking against one another to form a melody of path chosen to stray or to lead, all up to the beholder and the one who dares to grasp. Everyone drinks the first cup for the night, and the moon hangs comfort over the crown of her people.

“Am I on grill duty for today?” Hyunwoo asks, slamming his glass down on the table, and getting ready to start having the long awaited dinner. There's a bit of anger left at his teeth, but there is also always room for meat from the grill, and understanding through time. “I did it yesterday.”

“I'll do it.” Sehyeun offers, already knowing that Siwan was not going to offer. Siwan cackles, wrapping his arm around the other’s and singing a ‘thank you’ in a manner that pisses off the spiky-haired greatly. He points the steel tong at Hyunwoo, a sneaky little smirk on his lips. “You're on noona duty tonight, be prepared to pour drinks infinitely.”

“FUCK.”

Gunyeop does not know when to blink, or which of anything to question. But it all dies at his tongue when you suddenly feed him the pork bit of the tangsuyuk from your table, chewing at it absentmindedly as you do the same for Sunchul. He looks at the senior, who merely shakes his head to reassure him that it's normal, that they feed him while he's working all the time, and that it's happened far too often that it's already overlooked by the staffs. Gunyeop thinks you're a little weird, but there's a ringing in his cortex that died down upon the remembrance of someone close to him when he looks at you. He thinks it's stupid.

“Sunbaenim! Three more bottles of soju over here, please!”

THE CORPSE SPEAKS: lol heres chapter one