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weak hero class headcanons ā going down on the boys of weak hero class š
synopsis ā how the boys of whc... well, anonās ask is pretty self-explanatory
pairing/s ā (all the whc boys here are in senior year/18+) sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader, beomseok x reader
a/n ā >< everyoneās been waiting for something a bit more... out there for the whc boys, and since i rarely do smut, this was definitely a challenge !! i hope everyone has a fun time. disclaimer: this is pure smut, mdni. if youāre a minor in the taglist, donāt interact pls. i removed who i know are under 18, but might have missed some.
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⤷ yeon sieun
he doesnāt say a word when you kneel, just watches you with that intense, unreadable stare. itās not until your lips wrap around him that his breath hitchesābarely audible, but sharp. his fingers curl into the arm of the couch, the only giveaway that heās actually unraveling.
you go slow, wanting to see what kind of reactions you can pull from him. he swallows hard. his thigh twitches. then, finally, a soundālow and breathy: ādonāt stop.ā he doesnāt guide you. doesnāt push. but when his hand cups your jaw, thereās something raw in itālike heās grounding himself with you. he finishes with a tight exhale, eyes fluttering shut, and when he comes back down, he murmurs, ācome here,ā like heās desperate to hold you, to take back the control he just gave up.
⤷ ahn suho
he watches you kneel in front of him, his expression shifting from surprised to almost amused. āyou sure about this, baby?ā he asks, voice still calm, but you can hear the hint of anticipation beneath it.
but the moment your mouth wraps around him, his teasing demeanor fades. āf-fuckāwaitāā his hand flies to your hair instinctively, not rough but firm, guiding you just the way he wants. his hips buck upward just a little as he tries to hold himself together, but it's clear he's losing it.
"shit, you feel so good," he groans, voice thick with need. āy-youāre gonna make meāā he cums with a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering shut, his grip tightening in your hair as he shudders. afterward, he pulls you up into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a soft laugh.
āyou have no idea what you just did to me,ā he whispers, his breath still unsteady, holding you close like he never wants to let go.
⤷ park humin (baku)
āoh my god, wait, waitāholy shitāā heās already whining before you even start, half laughing, half panicking. you press your mouth to his length and he melts, one hand flying to his hair like he needs to pull it to stay conscious.
he talks through the whole thingāloud, flustered, ridiculous. āyouāre so hot, oh my god, i canātābabe, babeāyour mouth is actually insaneāā he keeps trying to look down at you, like he doesnāt want to miss a second. every time you suck a little harder, he moans like heās being possessed.
āiām gonna cum, oh fuck, iāmāah, shitāā he whimpers, hand flying down to cover his mouth as you take all of him in. afterward, he lies flat on the bed, panting. āi literally saw god. was that even real? or did i hallucinate?ā
⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)
he doesnāt say a wordājust watches you silently, jaw clenched. when your lips wrap around him, he inhales sharply through his nose, gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles go white. his voice comes out low and strainedāādonāt tease. if youāre gonna do it, do it.ā and when you take him deeper, a groan rumbles out of his chestāso deep it makes your thighs clench.
he doesnāt fuck your throat, doesnāt move much at allābut you can feel the tension in his body like a live wire. he cums with a stifled grunt, holding your head there as he spills down your throat. afterward, he leans back, breathing heavy, eyes glazed. āā¦fuck. that was something else.ā
⤷ seo juntae
he looks like he might pass out when you kneelāeyes wide, hands flying up like heās about to protest but forgets how. āw-wait, you donāt have toāi mean, if you want to, iām not gonna stop you, butāā and then your mouth is on him and he chokes on a gasp. his hands hover awkwardly in the air for a second before he grips the blanket, knuckles white.
āohmygodāth-that feelsāā his voice is high, barely coherent, broken between moans and shaky breaths. you glance up and his face is flushed, lip caught between his teeth, eyes behind his glasses already watering. he cums with a whimper, hips bucking up with his thighs trembling, immediately covering his face. āiām sorry. i didnāt mean to go that fast, i justāholy shit, youāre really good at that.ā
⤷ na baekjin
he doesnāt speak when you kneel, but his expression changesāsharpening, almost curious. maybe a little hungry. he stays perfectly still as your mouth wraps around him, but his breathing falters, eyes darkening as he watched his length disappear against your lips, hand twitching once before it settles gently on your head. he groansāquiet but intense, jaw clenching every time your tongue swirls around him. āfuck,ā he mutters under his breath, hand tightening in your hair.
you feel his thighs tense under your touch, and his voice breaks when he tells you, ājust like that.ā his body shivering as you hollow your cheeks. he cums with a gasp, hips barely jerking, breath catching like he didnāt expect it to hit so fast. after, he helps you up, kisses you slow and deep, he touches your jaw gently and pulls you into his arms, forehead to yours and whispers, āthank you, darling.ā like you just saved his life.
⤷ geum seongje
he smirks the moment you drop to your knees, eyes glinting with something dark. ādamn, baby. didnāt think you had it in you.ā but when your mouth sinks down on him, that smirk vanishesāreplaced by a look thatās feral.
his hand fists your hair, not rough at first, but when you moan around him? he pullsāhard. āfuckākeep doing that,ā he growls, āyou look so good like this. fuck, youāre mine.ā keeping you there as his hips twitch forward. he pullsānot to hurt you, but to keep you there, like he needs it. his other hand wraps around the back of your neck, firm and possessive, holding you close as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth.
ālook at me,ā he growls. āi saidālook.ā his pupils are blown wide, gaze locked on yours like youāve got him under a spell. āyouāre fucking perfect like this,ā he pants. āmine. you get that? mine.ā
āfuck, youāre gonna make meāā he cums with a sharp gasp, head tilting back as his muscles tighten, breath ragged. the moan he lets out is raw, needy, almost desperateāthe kind that lingers in your ears long after.
and afterward, he yanks you into his lap, kissing you sloppily, breathing you in like he needs you to live. ādonāt ever do that for anyone else,ā he whispers against your lips, āiāll lose my fucking mind.ā
⤷ oh beomseok
he stares when you kneel in front of himāeyes wide behind his glasses, mouth slightly parted like he canāt believe whatās about to happen. āa-are you⦠really gonnaā?ā his voice is so quiet, it barely comes out. he shifts back on the bed like he doesnāt know where to put his hands. but he doesnāt stop youāhe canāt. and the moment you wrap your lips around him, he breaks. āf-fuckāwaitāā his head falls back instantly, a choked gasp punching out of him as his fingers grasp at the sheets.
his glasses slide down a bit, his breath stuttering as the heat rushes straight to his face. he whimpers when you take him deeper, soft and sharp, his thighs trembling slightly as he tries so hard not to move. āyou look so good like this,ā he pants. āfuck, youāre gonna make meāā he cums suddenly, hips twitching up into your mouth before he can warn you. itās high-pitched, needy, almost embarrassed as he moans through itāhis glasses fogged, his whole body tensed and shaking. afterward, he reaches for you with trembling hands, pulling you against his chest like heās afraid youāll disappear. āhow am i supposed to act normal after that?ā his usually deep voice is slightly higher now, still recovering from the high.
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weak hero class 2 headcanons ā kisses with the boys of whc²
synopsis ā headcanons on how the boys of whc2 would kiss you ^^
pairing/s ā sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader edit: added beomseok x reader
a/n ā no hyoman despite the photo used, obviously not writing for a sexual harasser on here. love the actor tho!
masterlist | the āi can fix him!ā trilogy
⤷ yeon sieun
sieunās kisses are quiet, like everything he doesācalculated, meticulous, but the impact lingers. he pauses first, eyes searching yours for confirmation, always making sure. ājust for a second,ā he murmurs, brushing his thumb beneath your jaw. si-eunās not the type to make a big deal out of it, but when he leans in, itās with the kind of care that makes your heart ache. his fingers trail down from your jaw to the back of your ear, tentative, like heās scared heāll break something if he moves too fast. āstay still,ā he whispers, voice low, like heās focusing too hard. and when your lips meet, itās feather-light but grounding, like heās anchoring himself in the feeling of you. and for just a second, you feel like youāre the only thing in his world.
⤷ ahn suho
suho kisses you like itās the most natural thing in the world. like breathing, like blinking. he grins as he leans down, arms loose around your waist, and you feel the warmth radiating off him even before his lips touch yours. āyouāre staring,ā he teases, his voice barely above a whisper. āyou gonna kiss me or just keep looking?ā and when you do, he laughs into the kiss, light and carefree, his hand slipping up the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer. āthere,ā he says, smug. āmuch better.ā
⤷ park humin (baku)
bakuās grinning before he even kisses you. leans in like heās about to tell you a secret, lips brushing yours once, twice, then pulling back with a little laugh when you chase him. āmissed me?ā he teases, but when heās kissing you for realāitās slower, deeper, more serious than you expect. his handās at your hip, fingers curling through your belt loop like he doesnāt want you going anywhere. āyouāre mine now, you know that?ā he murmurs, still smiling, but itās softer now. the kind that makes your stomach flip in the best way.
⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)
gotakās kiss is slow and reassuring, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. heās calm and deliberate, pulling you closer with a gentleness that contrasts with his usual boyish disposition. his lips move against yours with a soft rhythm, and his hand rests on the back of your head, pressing you in just a little closer.
āyouāre safe with me,ā he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek, and you can feel the sincerity in his words, as though heās silently promising to protect you.
⤷ seo juntae
juntaeās so nervous you can practically feel it in the way his fingers twitch near yours. ācan iāuh, is it okay if iā¦?ā he trails off, face already red, and you have to smile because heās so damn sweet. when he finally kisses you, itās hesitant, a soft press of lips like heās afraid youāll disappear. but the second time, when you kiss him back, he relaxes. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and itās deeper, more sure. āthat wasnāt⦠too weird, right?ā he asks, voice sheepish. you shake your head and laugh. he kisses you again, smiling this time.
⤷ na baekjin
baekjinās kiss is unexpected, full of intensity and passion. he doesnāt waste time with hesitationāhis lips crash into yours with a fervor that surprises you, as though heās been holding back for too long. his hands grip your waist, pulling you in as if he doesnāt want to let go. thereās something urgent, something desperate in the way he kisses you, but it softens as you respond, and for once, he allows himself to give in to the moment.
ādonāt pull away,ā he murmurs softly against your lips, his breath shaky, and as his thumb gently brushes your cheek, you can feel the blood rushing through his veins, telling you everything heās too afraid to say.
for the baekjin girlies.
⤷ geum seongje
seongje is impulsive, and his kiss is no different. he doesnāt ask for permission, he just goes for it, his hand slips around your wrist, pulling you in close, and he doesnāt hesitateāhis lips crash into yours with a reckless kind of intensity that leaves you breathless. itās wild and spontaneous, the kind of kiss that catches you off guard, but you can feel the deep emotion behind it, the rawness in the way he holds you. he pulls away with a smirk, looking at you like heās just gotten away with something.
āyou didnāt see that coming, did you?ā his grin is a mix of mischief and a crazy, magnetic attraction to you.
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⤷ oh beomseok
kissing him is slow, almost hesitant, like heās testing the waters, unsure if itās okay to cross the line. his glasses fog up slightly as he leans in, and he adjusts them with one hand, not breaking eye contact. his fingers brush the side of your face, light and careful, like he's afraid to leave a mark. āthis is fine, right?ā he asks, voice barely above a whisper. you nod, and his lips finally meet yoursāsoft, cautious, but it feels like everything heās been holding back. itās simple, unhurried, like heās savoring the quiet moment of vulnerability, and for once, he feels himself finally be seen.
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synopsis: you're struggling to get out of a bad academic slump, feeling overwhelmed by the constant pressure of grades and the inability to focus. after a few failed attempts to get motivated, you decide to do something differentāstart going to the gym. at first, itās just about getting out of the house, but that all changes when mingyu, the gymās resident greek god, notices you. no amount of reps or cardio can compare to how fast your heart races every time you cross paths, and it becomes impossible to ignore a six-foot tall kim mingyu.
pairing: mingyu x reader (ft. dino and riize wonbin + roommate!jeonghan)
genre: college au, romance, smut (18+ markers for start and end if you wanna skip), fluff, slice-of-life, slow-burn, gym buddy!mingyu
warnings: slightly awkward moments, gym-related humor, slow-burn, soft smut, heavy flirting, unprotected sex (do not do this lol), aftercare <333, making out with random ppl at a party, alcohol consumption, y/n is an absolute LOSERRRRR, profanity of course, mentions of body image (positive)
wc: ~8.5k
a/n: oh my godddd itās finally here !! my first full fic <333 tysm for 500+ notes on the preview alone like ??? taglist is massive as well so that will be placed under the cut ^^~ shoutout to @meltinghershey, @mochisdayone, and @tigerhoshii for beta reading and dealing with my chaos lmaooo. hope u enjoy <33
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youāve always been the kind of person who keeps yourself busy. your friends say you get āflusteredā a lot, but you know itās less about nerves and more about not seeing the point in stretching out conversations when you could be doing something useful. youāre good with people ā you can hold small talk, swap stories, even keep up in a group chat when you need to ā but it never feels as rewarding as finishing a project or getting ahead on an assignment. practical, thatās what you are. efficient with your time. so when the stress of midterms and the constant pressure to stay ahead starts to pile up, you fall into a familiar cycle of overworking without actually getting anywhere.
jeonghan, your roommate, always tells you to ātake a breakā when he finds you buried under a pile of textbooks, but you ignore him. while your dorm neighbor, seungkwan, whoās become your unofficial therapist, insists that maybe a change of scenery might help, but you brush it off. you donāt know whatās worseāfailing or the thought of being the one whoās not keeping up with the others.
thatās when you decide to take a leap. youāre not sure if itās just the idea of doing something different, or the fact that every other option has failed, but you sign up for the gym. youāre not sure what youāre expectingājust that you need to shake things up.
the first day is terrible. youāre awkwardly trying to figure out how machines work, watching everyone around you who seems like they know what theyāre doing, while youāre stuck on a treadmill wondering if youāre supposed to be running or walking faster.
thatās when he notices you.
kim mingyu.
heās not hard to spotātall, broad-shouldered, a greek god in a compression shirt, with muscles you canāt even begin to fathom. you try not to stare, but your eyes canāt help it. heās on the other side of the room, lifting weights with ease, his form flawless. you canāt even imagine having a fraction of that confidence. you turn back to your treadmill, your face flushed as you try to focus on not tripping over yourself.
but then, out of nowhere, heās right there in front of you.
āhey, are you new here?ā his voice is so casual, but your heart skips a beat at the sound of it. āfirst time at the gym?ā
you freeze, where the fuck did he come from?
pretty hard not to spot a giant like kim mingyu walking towards you, y/n.
without thinking, you mumble, āoh shitāā and immediately stumble forward. you try to catch yourself but end up tripping over your own feet, your hands flailing to find balance.
āwhoa!ā mingyuās quick reflexes kick in, and before you know it, heās right there, steadying you with one hand on your shoulder. āyou okay?ā he asks, voice tinged with concern, but thereās a hint of amusement in his smile.
you gulp, heart racing. āiāyeah. i justāuh, didnāt see you coming.ā you let out a pathetic laugh, heat flooding your cheeks.
mingyu chuckles, his laugh deep and warm. āi kind of figured. you look like youāre on the verge of a wipeout.ā
you canāt help but give a lopsided smile, despite your embarrassment. āthanks⦠i guess,ā you mutter, still trying to regain your composure.
ādonāt worry about it,ā he says with a friendly smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. āyouāre still alive, so thatās a win in my book.ā
and just like that, mingyuās gone, back to his workout as if he hadnāt just saved you from making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.
for the next few days, mingyuās presence haunts the gym. you see him everywhereālifting weights, chatting with people, giving advice, being⦠well, perfect. and all you can do is watch from the sidelines, still too embarrassed to approach him, but also unable to tear your eyes away.
thereās something so confident about him, so effortlessly kind, and you begin to notice the way he always looks out for people. heās just a regular guy, right? except heās mingyu, and somehow, he makes everything look effortless.
oooh, and those. arms.
and you? well, youāre still stumbling through the basics. and you learned pretty early on that no amount of cardio can beat your heartrate every time your gaze catches a sight of kim mingyu.
āy/n, youāre going again?ā jeonghan asks, raising an eyebrow as you tie your sneakers, preparing for yet another trip to the gym.
āyeah, iāum, just need to clear my head,ā you mumble, looking down at your shoes to avoid his teasing gaze.
jeonghan grins. āmhm, sure you do. so, what? youāve got your eyes on some hunk down there?ā he teases, making air quotes with his fingers, clearly referring to some āeye candyā at the gym. āsomeoneās been going to the gym a lot recentlyā¦ā
you freeze, trying to play it cool. āwhat?ā you ask, slightly panicking. āno, i-iām just, you know, trying to get out of a rut with my studies. nothing else.ā
jeonghan watches you carefully, then his eyes widen. āwait⦠there is someone, isnāt there?ā he grins widely, and it suddenly hits you. āwait, y/n, donāt tell me that itās kim mingyu? the gymās golden boy?ā he laughs, clearly amused by your flustered face.
you freeze in shock. āwhat? noāheās just a guy who works out a lot! i mean, yeah, heās nice, but itās not likeāā
jeonghan bursts out laughing. āso you do know him! oh, honey, donāt even try to act like youāre not into him. everyone knows who mingyu is. have you seen him? dudeās got the perfect physique, perfect grades, perfect car, and perfect everything. iāve heard heās loaded too. his dadās some big-time olympic weightlifting official. heās literally the walking definition of the āgolden boyā on campus.ā
you blink, your mind struggling to keep up with the avalanche of information. āwait⦠the olympics? his dad?ā
jeonghan nods. āyeah, exactly. iāve heard he comes from a pretty well-off family too. so yeah, mingyuās literally perfect. itās no surprise that heās in everyoneās top ten crush list.ā
you feel your face heating up as the realization settles in. āoh my godā¦ā
jeonghan chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. ādonāt worry, y/n. if you want to stare at a perfect person in peace, you just gotta deal with the fact that youāre not the only one who has their eyes on him.ā
you groan, burying your face in your hands. āstop teasing me,ā you mumble, but thereās no denying the fact that youāre definitely starting to feel a little more⦠interested than youād like to admit. but itās just a silly gym crush. definitely.
as if he wasn't already a regular in your daydreams, you bump into him again, outside of the gym this time.
the first time is when youāre standing outside the lecture hall, waiting for class to start, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. your mindās still racing from last nightās study session, and youāre so absorbed in your thoughts that you barely notice when the doors to the hall open. as you look up, though, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face.
mingyu.
heās wearing his usual easy-going smile, his gym bag slung casually over one shoulder, walking right into the building like he owns the place. you stare at him, frozen, as your heart rate picks up. heās in your class?
āy/n?ā a voice snaps you out of your trance.
you look over to see jeonghan, who raises an eyebrow at your flushed face. āyou okay?ā he asks, his lips quirking into a teasing smile as he follows your line of sight.
āuh, yeah⦠just didnāt expect to see⦠him.ā you try to sound casual, pointing toward mingyu, but your voice cracks slightly.
jeonghan looks over, nonchalant, as if he didnāt just see your face turn fifty shades of red. āoh. him. so, youāre saying you havenāt noticed our campus' very own golden boy in your minor classes? phys ed major, i heard.ā
āheās aā¦?ā you blink, confused.
āyeah,ā jeonghan smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. āmingyu. doesnāt surprise me, though. heās always around. always looks like heās got his life together, the body of a perfect poster boy for fitness promos in those gyms across town.ā
you watch mingyu walk into the lecture hall, now knowing the one thing that had never occurred to you: heās actually here, at the same school as you. sharing a class with you, at that.
itās like a punch to the gut. of course he is.
and you? youāre here, stumbling through calculus with a mountain of textbooks you can never seem to get through.
but you canāt stop thinking about how easy mingyu makes everything look.
turns out⦠going to the gym wasnāt the worst decision youāve ever made.
you werenāt exactly sculpting a six-pack yet, but you didnāt feel like complete shit all the time now. your brain fog was thinning, your mood was lighter, and you kinda liked walking past your reflection and noticing how your arms didnāt look so soft anymore. jeonghan had clocked it too.
ālook at you,ā he teased one night while you were getting ready for another house party he dragged you to. āall swole and glowy. is this a gym glow? did mingyu spot you or something?ā
you rolled your eyes, fumbling with a random lock of your hair. āwell⦠heās definitely a looker, i do think it wouldnāt hurt to gawk at him wearing a compression shirt a few times a week.ā you admitted, trying to keep your voice casual but you could already feel the heat crawling up your neck.
jeonghan gasped, immediately abandoning his lip balm to lean closer. āno way. tell me more.ā
you huffed, giving in. āheās justāokay, heās really tall. and stupidly buff. and he always looks like he walked out of some greek mythology fanfic. and heās nice?? like unfairly nice.ā
āoh, babe. poor you. no one comes out of a gym crush on him alive.ā
you both laughed it off, but the truth was⦠you were actually starting to enjoy the gym. not just for the obvious eye candy, but because it made you feel good. and you were slowly clawing your way out of that academic slump one sweat-soaked session at a time.
and parties helped too.
jeonghan had been on a social streak lately, dragging you to every decent gathering he caught wind of. and for once, you werenāt staying glued to the walls. you mingled, you danced, you maybe flirted a little.
like that one night with the guy named chan.
cute boy. bright smile. quick to pour you a drink and compliment your hair. he was a little too eager, but harmless. you didnāt mind giving him a peck on the cheek, his cheeks blushing a dusty pink in response.
āwhat year are you in?ā you asked casually over the music.
āiām a sophomore!ā he beamed.
āoh,ā you blinked. āyouāre...ā
his smile faltered a little at your sudden reluctance. jeonghan appeared at your elbow at the perfect moment, smirking. āpoor kid. you just got downgraded to ālittle brotherā status.ā
chan pouted but took it like a champ, even offering to get you another drink before you politely excused yourself. harmless. kinda endearing, honestly.
but the real kicker came a week later.
you were halfway through a very sad attempt at curling a dumbbell too heavy for your current strength level when someone suddenly appeared in your peripheral vision.
āoh, hey,ā a boy with bright eyes and soft features said, slightly breathless like heād jogged over. āyouāre⦠y/n, right?ā
you blinked. āumā yeah?ā
āiāiām chan.ā
ānice to meet you, chan.ā wait.
you stopped your reps abruptly.
he rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous. āi, uh, think we met at that party last week?ā
oh no.
the pieces clicked a little too late in your brain, but they did click. he was the same guy from the party you went to last weekend whoād offered you a drink and talked you up. and you, in a half-drunk, affectionate spiral, planted a quick kiss on his cheek before finding out he was way too young to be your type, jeonghan saving you as you both run away, making a break for the kitchen.
he looked so hopeful now it physically hurt.
before you could fumble out an apology or awkwardly escape, a very familiar voice called over from the other side of the room.
āyo, chan! quit slacking, get your ass over here.ā
mingyu.
he was leaning against the leg press, towel draped over his shoulder again like a damn fitness magazine model. chan gave you an apologetic little smile and jogged over.
you took a moment to quietly die inside.
and thenāas if fate wasnāt already laughing at youāmingyu clapped a hand on chanās shoulder and grinned, talking loud enough for you to catch while pretending not to.
āthis kidās soft as hell, yāknow that? started hitting the gym ācause some random girl at a party ghosted him.ā
you nearly choked on your water.
oh my god. you had hope chan had attended a few more parties since then. because if not, then...
it was probably you. you were the girl.
you quickly turned away, pretending to be very interested in adjusting your earbuds (it wasnāt even connected to your phone).
chan would clear his throat awkwardly at thisāmingyu didnāt know, of course. he was teasing chan like a big brother would, completely unaware that the object of the kidās little tragedy was currently staring wide-eyed at her reflection in the nearest mirror.
fuck. fuckfuckfuck.
it had been a week or so since your⦠unfortunate run-in with chan at the gym. youād done your best to laugh it off, though the way mingyu casually mentioned some poor kid started training because of a heartbreak at a frat party had you spiraling internally for a solid three business days. because what were the odds? your chan? apparently heartbreak over a 15 minute encounter was a hell of a pre-workout.
either way, you were ready to get back out there. another weekend, another partyāfingers crossed you wouldnāt unknowingly crush some poor guyās spirit this time and discover their glow-up arc at the campus gym. you sent up a silent prayer as you got dressed, hoping the universe would cut you some slack for once.
youād be lying if you said you hadnāt been a little more⦠experimental with your outfits lately. nothing wild, just a few tops cropped a little higher, jeans sitting a little lower. maybe if you showed a bit of skin, youād start to feel as hot as you hoped you looked. besidesāyouād been busting your ass at the gym. you deserved to show it off a little.
āokay, i see you!ā jeonghan wolf-whistled from the other side of the room when you stepped out of your closet. ādamn, baby, if i didnāt know you were one tragic gym crush away from full insanity, iād think you were tryna pull tonight.ā
āmaybe i am,ā you teased, smoothing your hands down your sides, a little proud of how good you felt lately. maybe it was the gym, maybe it was the new skincare routine seungkwan bullied you into, maybe it was pure spite toward every man whoād ghosted you, but you were glowing a bit, and you werenāt about to waste it.
jeonghan grabbed his keys and slung an arm over your shoulders. āalright, letās go break heartsāconsensually.ā
the party was already in full swing when you got there, neon lights bleeding into every room, the bass so deep it made the walls thrum. you lost jeonghan somewhere between the kitchen and the makeshift dancefloor, though not before downing two shots together like some chaotic ritual.
an hour later you were a little tipsy, flushed from dancing, with the beginnings of a hangover clawing at the edges of your brain when you found yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on lukewarm water. youād just successfully escaped making out with some ridiculously pretty boy named wonbin you barely knew. his hands had been nice, sure, but his cologne was giving you a headache and you had a 10 a.m. gym session you werenāt about to flake on.
ālook at you,ā a familiar voice teased, low and warm and way too close to your ear.
you turned your headāand there was mingyu, grinning down at you, tight black polo stretched over his chest and looking like heād walked out of a menās fitness ad. or maybe a sin. who could say.
ādonāt tell me youāre partying too,ā you half-giggled, setting your cup down. āand here i thought you were some gym purist.ā
ācould say the same for you,ā mingyu shot back, leaning against the counter beside you. āwhat kind of maniac hits the gym after a night at a rager?ā
you let out a laugh, the alcohol making you bolder than usual. āan insane one, apparently.ā
your gaze droppedāyou couldnāt help itāto the way his biceps flexed as he lifted his drink. god, you were barely sober and apparently even less subtle. before your brain could stop you, your hand reached out and squeezed his arm.
a full, proper squeeze.
and then you registered what youād just done.
āoh my god,ā you blurted, snapping your hand back like it burned. āi canāt believe i just did that. iām so sorryāā
mingyu just barked out a laugh, reaching out to catch your wrist before you could flee the kitchen entirely. ānah, itās cool. you like it that much, huh?ā
his grin was sharp, teasing, and you were definitely too sober for this now. your pulse jumped as his fingers slid from your wrist to your hand, giving it a little squeeze back before letting go.
āiāā you started, but your brain short-circuited.
mingyu tilted his head, still smiling. ācome on, iāll walk you back. wouldnāt wanna lose our future gym freak to some frat house debauchery.ā
the walk back was⦠quieter than you expected. not awkward, just easy. mingyu had one hand shoved into his pocket, the other loosely holding the bottle of water heād swiped for you on the way out. the cool night air sobered you up faster than any coffee couldāve, but it didnāt stop the way your heart kept doing this stupid little jump every time your arms brushed.
you shouldāve felt bad about ditching jeonghanātraitor behavior, honestly. but in your defense, heād disappeared into a dark corner with someone you swore was a philosophy major who looked like trouble, so technically you were both abandoning each other tonight. friendship cancelled out.
āyou good?ā mingyu asked, glancing down at you.
you hummed. ābetter now. needed that fresh air.ā
mingyuās mouth quirked up at the corner. ātold you. youāre almost as insane as me.ā
you snorted. almost. the man had a literal six-pack under that shirt and probably ran marathons for fun. meanwhile, you nearly keeled over after fifteen minutes on the treadmill your first week.
by the time you reached your dorm building, the campus had quieted down. only the hum of street lamps and the occasional tipsy laughter echoing from other party stragglers.
you fished your keys out of your bag, hands clumsy from a mix of nerves and residual buzz. mingyu leaned against the wall by your door, watching you with that same soft amusement you hated how much you liked.
and you werenāt drunk anymore. you couldnāt blame it on that. not the flutter in your stomach. not the way your fingers twitched at your side.
you liked to believe it was the alcohol, but you knew better. because even sober, even under these shitty yellow hallway lights, mingyu looked unfairly good. and you were still a little bit of a loser inside.
you swallowed, gripping your keys too tight before blurting out, way too fast, ādo youāwanna come in? or, i mean, just for a bit. likeāi have snacks. and, uh. water. and⦠i guess my air conditioningās nice.ā
jesus christ.
your voice cracked a little at the end and you wanted to throw yourself out a window.
mingyuās brow arched in surprise for half a second before a slow grin spread across his face. not cocky. not smug. just⦠warm. maybe a little endeared.
āsnacks and air conditioning, huh?ā he teased, tucking his hands into his jean pockets. āhard to say no to that.ā
your ears burned. āitās fine if youāre tired or whateverāā
but he was already stepping forward, hand reaching to nudge the door open when you finally got the key to work.
ālead the way, gym buddy.ā
and god help you, you did.
you donāt know what possessed you. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way mingyu looked under those shitty streetlights, hair a little messy, grin too easy. either way, you were now standing in your tiny dorm, watching him take a seat on your bed like heās been here a hundred times before.
and you? you were having a mental breakdown.
āoh my god, what am i doing,ā you muttered under your breath, moving to your tiny fridge to grab two bottled waters like your life depended on it. your hands shook a little, and you cursed yourself for acting like youād never had a boy in your room before ā let alone this boy. this unfairly gorgeous, golden boy, smile-that-can-take-down-roman-empires , literal greek god of a manākim mingyu.
āyou good?ā mingyu chuckled, and when you turned, he was grinning at you, legs spread lazily, leaning back on his hands like he owned the place. āyouāre acting like you just smuggled me in past your strict parents or something.ā
you huffed out a laugh, plopping down a water bottle next to him on the bed and keeping a very respectful distance on the opposite side. āsorry. i justāthis wasnāt planned. like at all.ā
mingyu shrugged, cracking open the bottle. āspur of the momentās fun sometimes.ā
you eyed him, unsure what to do with yourself, fidgeting with the label on your own bottle. āif you wanna head back to the party, you totally can. i mean, iām tucking in for the night anyway. i promise iām completely sober now, so no babysitting required.ā
he looked at you, one brow raised, a teasing glint in his eye. āand miss out on the snacks and air conditioning you promised? no way.ā
you rolled your eyes but smiled, heart doing its usual ridiculous flip when his knee brushed yours. casual. accidental. but you felt it all the same.
āplus,ā mingyu added, leaning a little closer, voice dropping in that way that made your stomach twist up in knots. āwhat about our gym sesh tomorrow? together?ā
you blinked. āour⦠what now?ā
he laughed, reaching over to pluck the bottle from your hands and set it aside like you were both settling in for a long talk. āyouāve been avoiding me at the gym, you know.ā
āi have notāā
āhave too.ā
your face warmed again. āokay, maybe a little. itās intimidating, okay? youāre like⦠you.ā
mingyuās grin softened, eyes crinkling into those damn crescent moons. āiām just a dude, y/n. and apparently, iām now a dude who ditches parties for you.ā
your head spun.
āyouāre insane.ā you try to brush it off.
āalmost as insane as you.ā he pushes further.
you laughed, the sound filling the room like something easy, and when mingyuās hand found yours for half a secondāa fleeting touch, a gentle squeeze before letting go ā you didnāt even think about pulling away.
and you know what? maybe jeonghan was right. maybe you did have a type.
snack wrappers littered your coffee table, the air conditioning blasting at a level jeonghan would dramatically declare a war crime if he were here. you glanced over at mingyu, who looked far too at home on your couch, long legs stretched out, hair a little messy, that annoyingly perfect face lit by the glow of the tv screen playing some random old action movie neither of you were really watching.
āyou donāt mind me staying over, do you?ā mingyu asked, suddenly, tone so casual it made your brain short-circuit.
you choked on your water. āw-what? no! i meanāno, not at all! you can stay. totally. of course. i mean, obviously youāre gonna be on the couch, hahah, itās totally fine, not weird at all.ā
he raised a brow at you, clearly amused. ādidnāt even ask to share the bed, y/n.ā
āright! of course. couch it is.ā you fumbled, standing up a little too quickly. āiāmāgonna wash up.ā
you darted toward the balcony, trying not to faceplant on the way, heart hammering so stupidly hard in your chest it felt like a crime. outside, the night air was cool against your skin, and you grabbed a hanger off the clothesline ā one of jeonghanās oversized shirts and a pair of old sweatpants, thankfully dry and still carrying a faint scent of clean detergent and your roommateās obnoxiously expensive cologne.
when you stepped back inside, mingyu was still sprawled on the couch, only now looking over his shoulder at you with a soft little grin. you cleared your throat, holding up the clothes. āthese should fit. jeonghanās taller than me, but probably not as tall as you, but he loves baggy clothes, so⦠yāknow. good enough.ā
ātheyāll be perfect.ā mingyu smiled, and you couldnāt believe how easy it looked on him.
you escaped to the bathroom, scrubbing your makeup off and washing up as fast as humanly possible, trying not to analyze your reflection too hard, might risk an existential crisis if you did. when you came out, hair wet and towel draped over your head, you froze.
because mingyu was already changed.
and holy shitājeonghanās oversized clothes looked offensively good on him. the shirt stretched just enough over his broad shoulders, the sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he gave you that soft, grateful grin like he wasnāt lowkey ruining your life.
āthanks for this, by the way.ā he said, plucking a stray thread off the hem of his sleeve.
you nodded wordlessly, eyes shamelessly fixed on him now, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. your feet carried you over to grab your own water bottle, and thenābecause your brain was fried and you didnāt know what else to do with yourselfāyou dropped down cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, towel still draped over your head, grabbing the remote with one hand and surfing aimlessly through streaming services, while the other dried your hair with the towel.
mingyu leaned forward. āgive me that.ā
you blinked, snapping out of your momentary daze. āhuh?ā
āyour towel,ā he said, grinning like it was the most natural thing in the world. āyour hairās dripping. let me dry it.ā
āyou donāt have toāā
āi want to.ā he smiles. that damn smile again.
and because you were a fool, you let him.
he sat on the couch, legs on either side of you, the towel over your head as his hands worked gently, drying your hair with easy, practiced motions. his fingers brushed the nape of your neck, and your heart straight-up stopped functioning properly. the domesticity of it all, the weird, too-close familiarity, it was driving you absolutely insane.
you swallowed hard, your cheeks heating up so bad you were thankful your wet hair could still pass for cold skin. and maybe it was the way his thumb lingered on your jaw, just a little too long, or the fact that his legs bracketed yours like some kind of ridiculously domestic setupāeither way, you felt that invisible line between you both shift. and for the first time since this night started, you werenāt sure if you wanted to stay on the safe side of it.
āthere,ā mingyu murmured after a while, pulling the towel off your head with a final little tousle, his voice low and weirdly fond. āall good.ā
you fiddled with the hem of your shorts, feeling way too aware of how close he was. the room felt quieter now, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of the tv playing some car chase scene neither of you were watching.
āokay, so⦠um.ā you cleared your throat, standing up abruptly. āyou can take the bed. iāll sleep on the couch.ā
mingyuās brows shot up. āwhat? no way.ā
āwhat do you mean āno wayā? youāre a guest.ā you protested, already grabbing a pillow and a spare blanket from the closet.
āy/n, look at me.ā he gestured down at himself, at the way his knees practically hit his chest sitting on your too-small couch. āi canāt even sit on that thing properly, let alone sleep. youād be sentencing me to a night of back pain and leg cramps. iām not making you sleep out here just for my sake.ā
you scowled, stubborn. ābut itās my bed.ā
āexactly. and itās your apartment, so you deserve the comfy bed.ā
ājeonghanās roomās locked.ā you grumbled, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt. āhe never leaves it unlocked when heās not here. no other choice.ā
mingyu leaned back against the couch, flashing you a crooked grin. āthen we share.ā
your brain practically bluescreened.
āw-wait, what?ā
āthe bed. we share. itās big enough, isnāt it?ā his grin widened. āi promise not to hog the blanket.ā
you opened and closed your mouth a few times, grasping for some kind of coherent argument but coming up short because damn it, he was right. the couch barely fit him sitting downāthere was no way heād be able to sleep on it comfortably. and you werenāt about to let him throw his back out for a stupid reason like this.
āfine,ā you muttered, heat prickling at the back of your neck. ābut stay on your side.ā
āscoutās honor.ā he held up two fingers in mock solemnity.
āand donāt snore.ā
āi donāt snore.ā
āiāll be the judge of that.ā
you grabbed your phone charger and shuffled into your room, leaving the door open behind you. mingyu followed a beat later, still grinning like the smug menace he was. and even though every rational part of your brain screamed that this was such a bad idea, a tiny, reckless voice at the back of your head whispered that maybe, just maybe, you kind of wanted to find out what it felt like to fall asleep next to someone like him.
for the record: it was totally the alcohol talking.
probably.
maybe?
ā¦fuck.
you told yourself it was fine.
just two pals. gym buddies. campus friends. besties.
two completely platonic people sharing a bed because of spatial logistics and the cruel, unrelenting limits of furniture design.
haha.
ha.
you were malfunctioning.
you sat on your side of the bed, clutching your phone like a lifeline as mingyu tugged the blanket over himself with an ease that should not have made your stomach flip. he lay there, eyes fluttering shut almost immediately like the worldās most peaceful golden retriever, while you stared at the ceiling, brain absolutely going to hell.
ātotally normal. nothing weird. just two amigos. chingus! bros!ā
you squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to sleep, repeating the words like a desperate mantra. and for a while, it worked. you drifted off into something hazy and warm, the hum of the air conditioning and mingyuās even breathing lulling you under.
until a shift in weight on the mattress made your eyes snap open.
and you felt itāa puff of warm breath against the curve of your neck, so close you shivered.
āoh my god.ā
you yelped, a tiny, startled squeak that made mingyu jolt awake, eyes bleary and confused.
āshitā sorry! sorry, did iāā he started, voice rough from sleep.
āno, itāsā itās okay, i justāā you flailed for words, completely undone.
he rubbed at his eyes, blinking at you with a sheepish smile. āi tend to roll over a lot when i sleep. didnāt mean to get all up in your space.ā
āitās fine,ā you mumbled, cheeks burning.
he studied you for a beat, then tilted his head, grinning softly. āyou sure? i mean⦠you didnāt seem that mad.ā
you wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out.
āit wasā¦ā you swallowed. āweirdly nice.ā
his grin turned smug. āyeah?ā
before you could lie or backtrack, he shifted againāleaning in until his lips brushed the same spot on your neck, the featherlight contact making your skin prickle.
ālike this?ā he murmured, half-asleep and reckless.
you could barely breathe. āmingyuā¦ā
your voice cracked, hoarse and small in the dark.
he hummed against your skin, one strong arm draping lazily around your waist, pulling you back against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. you could feel the steady beat of his heart, the solid warmth of his body.
āi like this,ā he whispered, barely audible.
and just like that, every single one of your loser brain cells went into cardiac arrest.
his arm around your waist felt heavy. solid. grounding in a way that made your breath hitch.
and then there was his handāsplayed across your stomach, fingertips brushing the hem of your sleep shirt, barely touching skin but leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his face was still buried against your neck, his lips pressing featherlight there, like he wasnāt fully awake, like his body was moving on instinct alone.
and god, it shouldnāt have felt this good.
you swallowed, pulse stuttering in your throat, trying not to focus on the way your thighs instinctively pressed together under the covers.
āwhat the fuck is wrong with me?ā
this was mingyu. your gym buddy. the guy who spotted you when you were too scared to touch the free weights. the man who chugged protein shakes like water and complained about his laundry bill.
but now he was pressed up against you in your tiny dorm bed, all warm muscle and lazy affection, and you felt⦠something.
something low and traitorous in your stomach, fluttering sharp and hot between your legs in a way you hadnāt expected. a dull ache, a clench of nothingness that made you shift in place without meaning to.
and of course, of course, mingyu noticed.
āhm? you okay?ā he mumbled, voice still husky with sleep, his hand tightening a fraction around your waist.
you let out a breath that sounded dangerously close to a whimper and hoped to god it passed for sleepy noise.
āyeah,ā you whispered. ājust⦠warm.ā
āyou want me to move?ā
the words made your stomach drop. panic spiked sharp and bright in your chest.
āno!ā too quick, too loud. you winced, immediately mortified. āi meaāitās fine. i like it.ā
his smile was lazy, smug even in half-sleep. āyeah?ā
you bit your lip. āyeah.ā
and then his hand slid a little lower.
not on purposeāyou told yourself it wasnāt on purposeābut the way his palm brushed the dip of your hip, fingers grazing bare skin, made you feel that something again.
your breath hitched.
āoh my god.ā
your brain was a storm of sirens and red flags but your body didnāt care. it was already reacting, warmth pooling in places you didnāt dare name, and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying he couldnāt tell.
but mingyu, perceptive even in sleep, let out a low chuckle against your skin.
āyouāre kinda squirmy, y/n,ā he teased softly.
āshut up,ā you croaked, absolutely humiliated, heat rushing to your face.
he laughed, that same warm, boyish sound that always made your chest hurt, and settled in closer.
ādonāt worry,ā he whispered, his lips ghosting your ear. āi donāt mind.ā
you didnāt know who moved first.
maybe it was the way his fingers curled against your skin, rough pads stroking just a little too slow, a little too deliberate.
maybe it was youātraitorous, loser brain short-circuitingāturning your face toward his, catching the curve of his smile in the dark.
maybe it was the sheer tension that had been crackling between you for weeks, building in glances, brushes of hands, the weight of his gaze on you across a crowded gym floor. it had to break sometime.
and it did.
because then his lips were on yours.
soft, warm, tasting faintly of the cheap beer from earlier and the mint of your toothpaste. it was clumsy at first, a messy slide of mouths and teeth, a surprised noise catching in your throat as his hand tilted your jaw, deepening the kiss.
āfuck,ā you breathed when you broke apart, and mingyu just grinned against your skin.
āyou sure?ā he murmured, thumb stroking under your chin, eyes searching yours in the dim light.
and youāflustered, awkward, a little tipsy but painfully sober nowānodded. āyeah. yeah, iām sure.ā
he kissed you again, slower this time, one hand at the small of your back pulling you flush against him. you felt everythingāthe press of his chest, the solid heat of his thigh between yours, and the unmistakable, undeniable hardness against your hip.
your head spun.
āoh my god.ā
mingyu pulled back just enough to laugh, breath warm on your cheek. ānow whoās feeling something?ā
āshut up,ā you gasped, but you were smiling, you couldnāt stop smiling, even as your face burned and your hands trembled where they clutched his t-shirt.
his thumb brushed your bottom lip. ācan iā?ā
āplease.ā
he was so gentle, like he thought you might break if he touched you wrong, murmuring your name like it was a prayer, all those muscles for show but his touch impossibly careful.
the room spun, your heartbeat louder than the air conditioner, mingyuās breath ragged in your ear as he settled between your thighs, his hand slipping under the waistband of your shorts andā
āmingyu,ā you whimpered, your voice cracking, half-laughing at yourself because holy shit this was really happening.
āi got you,ā he promised, lips ghosting your jaw. āiāll take care of you, y/n.ā
and he did.
slow, achingly careful, like you were something preciousāand for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe you were.
then it was a tangle of hands, mouths, clothes splayed somewhere in the dark, it was messy and desperate and you shouldāve known better than to underestimate him. youād seen those muscles at the gym, felt them under your handsābut it wasnāt until now, when he hooked your thigh over his hip and pressed you down into the mattress, that you realized just how strong he really was.
and when he flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, his palm sliding down your back in a slow, reverent stroke, your brain short-circuited.
ājesus christ,ā you gasped, cheek pressed to the pillow.
ālike this?ā he murmured against your ear, voice low and warm.
you barely managed to nod.
he started slow, carefulāhis hips rolling into yours, lazy and deep, one hand laced with yours against the pillow. you felt the strain in his forearm where it bracketed your head, the soft curse in your ear at how tight you clenched around him.
then, when your hips pushed back into him, a helpless little sound catching in your throat, something in him snapped.
the next thrust was harderānot rough, but deeper, firmer, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that made your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut.
āfuckāmingyu,ā you choked out, hands clawing at the sheets.
he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, breath hot against your skin. āfeel so good, baby,ā he rasped. ābeen wanting thisāwanted youāā
you couldnāt answer, too busy trying not to drool into your pillow as he kept going, the thick drag of him inside you dizzying. it was too much and not enough at the same time, your body trembling and brain turning to static.
every roll of his hips made your breath hitch, the room filled with the slick, filthy sound of skin against skin, the low broken noises leaving both your mouths.
and even as his pace picked up, as your body went pliant under his and your legs shook, mingyu was still achingly gentle in how he touched youāhand smoothing your hair from your face, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.
āgood girl,ā he groaned, voice cracking as his rhythm faltered. āfuckāām closeāgonnaāā
his hips stuttered, a deep, desperate moan spilling from his throat as he pulled out last second, rutting his cock against the curve of your ass as he came hard, hot ropes of it painting your lower back and thighs.
your body trembled, face buried in the pillow, breath ragged and uneven as you felt the warmth of it on your skin, the heavy, shaky way he exhaled against your shoulder.
and for a moment, neither of you movedājust the soft hum of the air conditioner, the buzz of blood in your ears, and the lingering ache between your thighs.
he collapsed on top of you, catching himself just in time, his strong arms holding you close as he tugged you into his chest. you were too tired to protest, too exhausted to do anything but let him hold you, feeling the heat of his body against yours.
his arms were so strong, tanned and muscular, yet the way he held you was impossibly soft. despite everythingāthe hours youād spent at the gym, the newfound strength you were buildingāyou felt so small in his hold, a feeling you couldnāt deny you loved. it wasnāt in the sense of weakness, but in how careful he was with you, how you felt like he was holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. his warmth, his scentāit was all consuming in the best way.
āfuck,ā he whispered, his voice raw. āyouāre amazing.ā
you smiled, your heart fluttering, but you didnāt have the energy to respond. all you wanted to do was lie there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek as he held you close. it was almost as if the world had stopped. just the two of you, tangled in the sheets, in each otherās arms. his hand ran over your back, a soft, soothing motion that made you want to curl further into him, to let yourself fall into the safe space heād created.
after a few quiet minutes, you felt the bed shift as mingyu reluctantly untangled himself. you made a small sound of protest, but he just chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. āhang on,ā he murmured. the mattress dipped again when he returned, and thenā
a wet, warm cloth brushed over your skin.
your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping before you could stop it. the gentle, careful way he wiped you down made your whole body ache in a different way, a deep, fluttery warmth blooming in your chest.
ājust cleaning you up,ā he said quietly, his voice so tender it made your stomach flip. ācanāt have my girl falling asleep like this.ā
and you wouldāve made some flirty comment if you werenāt so bone-tired. though, in your haze, your eyes flickered down and caught the cloth in his handāwait. was that⦠jeonghanās shirt? you squinted, brain foggy, but you could recognize that obnoxious band tee anywhere. a breathy, disbelieving laugh slipped from your lips.
āis thatā?ā
mingyu grinned, clearly unbothered, continuing to wipe you down with maddening gentleness. āitāll go missing after tonight, hope he wonāt miss it.ā he lets out an airy chuckle.
you wanted to laugh with him but the tenderness with every touch and wipe over your skin made your throat feel tight, your eyes blinking back slumber, overwhelmed in the best, most ridiculous way.
when he finished, he tossed the poor shirt aside and pulled you back into his arms like heād never let go. ādonāt wanna move,ā he mumbled against your hair, pressing another kiss to your forehead. his arm tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. āsleep. weāve gotta be up for the gym later.ā
you almost giggled, but let out a dreamy sigh insteadāyou were too tired, too content with the way he was holding you. the night had been a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, but here, in his arms, everything felt right. you nodded, not trusting your voice, but somehow, that was enough for him.
the room was silent now, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and your steady breaths. he shifted just slightly, ensuring you were tucked securely against him, and before long, you felt the weight of sleep tugging at your eyelids.
you drifted off, wrapped in his warmth, still feeling the echoes of everything that had happened. for once, you didnāt feel like that burned out student who can barely lift anything at the gym anymore. not when you had someone like mingyu holding you this tightly. you could lift the whole world with this euphoric feeling.
the next morning came too fast.
mingyu kissed you before he left, still smelling like your bodywash and the lingering trace of sweat and skin. you were half-asleep, face buried in your pillow as you felt the press of his lips against your temple, his voice a low murmur. āiāll see you at the gym, cutie.ā
then the door clicked shut, and you groaned into your sheets.
by the time you dragged yourself to the gym, your legs were jelly, your thighs aching in ways you hadnāt expected. you caught mingyu leaning against the front desk, grinning like he hadnāt just rearranged your guts a few hours ago.
āleg day?ā he asked innocently, one brow arched.
you scowled. āi am so not doing leg day.ā
he laughedāthe kind of laugh that made you want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. ācāmon, iāll go easy on you.ā
āyou said that last time, you liar.ā
still, you let him lead you through the warm-up, pretending you werenāt staring when his shirt lifted a little, exposing tan skin and the cut of his abs. your banter bounced back and forth, teasing, smug little grins exchanged between reps. you managed to trip over your own foot during lunges, and mingyu caught you by the waist like it was nothing, steadying you with those massive handsāthe same ones that held you close last night, skin to skin. before you had the chance to get over the thought, he had already tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
ācareful, lightweight,ā he teased.
you rolled your eyes, heart pounding way too hard for a simple gym mishap.
it was gonna be a long morning.
after the gym session, you and mingyu were a mess of sweat and sore muscles, but there was still an undeniable energy buzzing between you. you didnāt want to go home yet, not when he was looking at you like thatāeyes soft, smile easy, and that unmistakable pull between the two of you that hadnāt quite worn off yet.
āsmoothie?ā mingyu asked, his voice almost too casual, but you could tell he was trying to keep his cool.
you blinked, still trying to catch your breath after a killer session. āuh, sure, iām down for a smoothie.ā
the smoothie place was just a block away, and soon enough you were sitting at a little outdoor table with your huge cups, the kind of smoothies that were so large you could probably share with a small army. but instead, mingyu leaned toward you, grabbing one of the oversized straws and slipping it into his mouth.
āiām serious about the flavor,ā he said with a grin, āthis is the one. trust me. the secret add-onās spinach, by the way.ā
you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful look, but didnāt argue. you took a sip from the same straw, the cold tang of mango, strawberry, and pineapple flooding your senses, no weird spinach flavor in sight. it tasted like summer. and something else, tooāsomething sweet and comfortable that made you want to stay here in this moment forever.
mingyu was looking at you again, that soft, almost shy smile on his face, and for once, you didnāt feel like you wanted to leave, even if conversations stretched for hours. you didnāt feel like the try-hard academic you push yourself to be.
no, with mingyu, you were just youāthe girl he had kissed and laughed with and shared a smoothie with. there were no pretenses between you two anymore, no more awkward glances or confusing feelings. it was simple. it was easy. and that made everything feel right.
āitās good, right?ā mingyu asked, taking another sip.
you smiled at him, your lips still tingling from the kiss the night before. āyeah. you were right.ā
he leaned back, looking like he was about to say something, but instead, he just chuckled softly. āthis smoothie tastes like something my future partner would like.ā
you raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at your lips. ābold of you to assume theyād date a guy who puts spinach in his smoothies.ā
mingyu laughed, eyes crinkling. āwhat, you donāt think so?ā
you leaned back, crossing your arms with a smirk. āguess thatās something my future boyfriend will find out.ā
and with that, everything seemed to click. it wasnāt just the gym, or the smoothies, or the fact that you were already falling asleep on him every night. it was thisābeing with him, sharing these little moments that felt so much bigger than anything you couldāve imagined.
mingyu looked at you then, his expression soft and sincere, and you realized that thisāwhatever this wasāwas real. you werenāt just friends anymore. you werenāt just gym buddies. you were something more, and that was enough for you.
as you sat there, sipping your smoothie and enjoying the warm morning sun, you couldnāt help but smile. things with mingyu were simple, but they felt so right. and right now, that was all you needed.
a/n: phew this has been such fun to write <33 and i hope it gets as much love as its preview !! tysm to carats and other multistans ^^~ if u liked reading this, drop me a follow, lets be moots !! and feel free to send in prompts of ur favorite idols to my inbox ~ i prioritize requests and they r always open !! have a nice day every1 !!!!!!!!!!
prompt ā āiām so undeniably screwed for this woman.ā
pairing ā woozi x reader
genre ā fluffy fluff, opposites attract, tiny bit of wooziās inner turmoil but in a cute way
warnings ā light swearing, mutual pining, woozi being emotionally constipated but adorable about it
word count ā 600(?) i literally planned longer but my brain farted
note: nonchalant woozi + sunshine reader <3 thank you for this request hehe.
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heās watching you again.
not in a weird way. not in a creepy way. probably.
itās justāyouāre laughing. again. and itās the kind of laugh that bursts out of you like soda fizz, bright and sparkling, and it fills the whole studio. and heās justāwell...
āhyung,ā seungkwan says, walking past with his laptop and a raised brow, āyouāre staring again.ā he sing-songs, rolling his eyes.
woozi blinks, caught.
āiām not,ā he replies, flatly.
āsure,ā seungkwan sings, disappearing down the hall.
woozi sighs and sinks further into his chair. youāre sitting cross-legged on the studio couch, scrolling through your phone, earbuds in and completely oblivious to the absolute chokehold youāve put him in.
and thatās the problem. you always are.
youāre warm, expressive, a walking serotonin shot. you light up every room you walk into and talk with your hands and cry over dog videos and compliment strangersā outfits just because. you're the type of person who remembers birthdays, texts people good luck before big meetings, and bakes cookies on random tuesdays "just because you felt like it."
and woozi?
woozi is the guy who pretends not to hear compliments because he doesnāt know how to take them, he expresses love through perfectly mixed vocal tracks and buying your favorite snacks and pretending heās not checking his phone every two minutes waiting for your reply.
and yet youāre here all the time.
you come by the studio even when he doesnāt ask. you bring coffee and snacks and once a tiny plush keychain because "it looked like you and i couldn't not buy it." you ask about his day like you really want to know. you hug him goodbye even though he never hugs back (not properly, anyway).
and sometimes you sit quietly beside him for hours, just vibing, while he works on music. humming under your breath. asking questions about things he thought no one ever noticed. like the way he softens the instrumental under the bridge to highlight the vocals. or how he layers harmonies to make the chorus sound fuller.
you notice everythingāand itās driving him insane.
because heās not supposed to feel this soft. not when he barely knows what to do with his feelings half the time, not when you smile at him like you know something he doesnāt, like youāre waiting for him to catch up.
āyou okay?ā you ask suddenly, pulling out your earbuds and tilting your head at him. he startles slightly, coughing. āyeah.ā
āyou were spacing out,ā you grin. āthinking hard, genius?ā
he huffs a laugh, turns back to his screen. āsomething like that.ā
you shuffle over and peer at his monitor, chin on his shoulder like itās the most natural thing in the world. he doesnāt move. doesnāt breathe. youāre close enough that he can smell your shampoo. something citrusy. fresh. āis this the new demo?ā you whisper, like itās a secret.
he nods.
ācan i hear it?ā
āitās not done yet.ā
āi donāt care.ā you whisper, leaning in close to his ear.
and he sighs, already knowing that heād lost to you with just one look. he hits play and pretends his heart isnāt doing backflips while you listen with that furrowed brow and soft smile. you always listen like thisālike the song is a person youāre trying to understand.
when it ends, you turn to him, eyes wide. āwoozi. thatās so good. it sounds like falling in love.ā
he snorts, ducking his head. āthatās not what itās about.ā
āstill feels like it,ā you shrug.
he glances at you, a little helpless. youāre too close. too real. too much.
āyou always say the dumbest stuff,ā he mutters, but his voice is weirdly fond. you grin at this like you know youāve won something. āyou love it.ā
and thatās the thing, isnāt it?
he does.
god help him, but he does. and his grumpy disposition falters as he rubs his palm into his eyes.
āiām so undeniably screwed for this woman,ā he mutters under his breath, almost too quiet to hear.
oh, but you hear it.
you blink, going still. lips part like youāre about to say something, but nothing comes out. instead, you stare at him with an amused look on your face.
his eyes widen slightly, and for the first time in a long time, he feels his composure crack.
āā¦shit,ā he curses, throwing his head back. ādid i say that out loud?ā
you blink again. then smile, slow and warm and soft enough to melt him right there in the chair.
āyeah,ā you say. āyou did.ā
a beat passes. he opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again.
āā¦okay.ā he pathetically mumbles,
and then youāre laughing. again. that same fizzy, unstoppable laugh, and you bump your shoulder into his and say, āabout time.ā
he stares at you, and you stare back. then you reach over and take his handāgently, casually, like youāve done it a hundred timesāand squeeze.
ādonāt worry,ā you whisper. āseems like weāre both in trouble, then. you make me feel like i got a few screws loose, lee jihoon.ā
and woozi, ever the calm, composed, nonchalant musical genius that he isācompletely short-circuits.
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hello!! I want to make a request ; is it alright if you can write about how seong je would be with a mute!reader? i just think itād be an interesting dynamic ..! hmm other details iād add is the reader often giving affection in a form of gifting (letters mayb?), cooking him a meal or quality time :) you may write this in whatever format you want!! thank youu and have a nice week (ps love your writing)
synopsis ā seongje is a whirlwind of noise and chaos, but he finds unexpected peace in your silence.
now playing ā sweet - cigarettes after sex
pairing ā geum seongje x gn!reader (hard of hearing, selectively mute)
genre ā hurt/comfort, slowburn, angst with soft moments, unconventional romance (nothing is conventional with seongje)
cw ā ableism/mocking of hearing disability, bullying, violence (including implied offscreen physical assault), power imbalance, toxic behavior, minor blood/bruising, strong language
wc ā ~2.1k
note: this was a pleasure to write <3 i hope i did ur request justice, anon. and please do not hesitate to tell me if i wrote something wrong or inaccurate to the experiences of hoh individuals.
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seongje doesnāt do āquiet.ā he doesnāt do subtlety, either. his entire existence is loudāhis presence is a storm that makes everything feel tense and unpredictable. thatās how heās known: the unpredictable, impulsive force, the mad dog. so, when he sees you for the first time, itās almost like a challenge.
youāre sitting there, silently, in the bowling alley, a forced audience to the bullying happening around you. the unionās delinquents have gathered, sneering as they taunt you. they wave your hearing aids in front of you like a sick joke, expecting you to react. but you donāt. youāre quiet, your face unreadable, eyes glued to the floor, trying to stay as small as possible, like youāve done countless times before. itās a game for them, nothing more than a way to make you feel like an outsider.
āhey, freak, whatās wrong? canāt hear us?ā one of them mocks, swinging your hearing aids back and forth with a smirk.
the noise is deafening to you in a different wayāa slow, rising pressure in your chest. you want to speak, to make them stop. but your voice wonāt come, and the words you want to say die in your throat, replaced by that quiet ache of helplessness.
thatās when seongje steps in.
heās not supposed to be there. heās supposed to be in baekjinās office, probably arguing or being a general pain in the assābut the noise coming from the alleyway catches his attention. he comes striding out, a curse on his lips as he surveys the scene, his eyes lighting up with the familiar flash of anger.
āwhatās with all the fucking noise, fuckers?!,ā seongje shouts, his voice dripping with disdain as he eyes the delinquents, but his gaze lands on the one holding your hearing aids, who freezes up as soon as he realizes whoās standing in front of him.
āaww, you guys are really fucking pathetic,ā seongje steps forward, his mood shifting from bored to dangerous in an instant. he slaps the delinquentās face, knocking the hearing aids out of his grip, and catches them before they hit the floor.
the delinquent stumbles back, startled, and seongje doesnāt miss the way his bravado slips. āhey, if you want to get your ass kicked, iāll be happy to oblige. otherwise, get the fuck out of here,ā seongje growls, and his voice carries an unmistakable warning.
the delinquents scatter quickly, realizing theyāre not really looking forward to get beat up by the wolf himself. seongje watches them leave with a bored smirk, but his eyes return to you, where youāre still sitting silently, your gaze downcast. his anger bubbles under the surface, but it doesnāt seem to be directed at youāitās more frustration at how they treated you. and, maybe⦠itās confusion. because why would he be frustrated?
he despises those who put on a front, acting all tough and dominant when they're around someone they know is weaker, but turn into cowards the moment they face someone like seongje. the hypocrisy makes him sickāthey donāt even have the balls to face him.
you look up at him then, your lips parting as if to say something, but the words stay locked inside. seongje stares back, a little too long, before he gestures to the now-empty bowling alley with a roll of his eyes.
āshit, itās way too quiet in here now,ā seongje mutters, half to himself. āi need a fucking drink. you coming?ā his fist reaching out to you, making you flinch, but he simply turns and opens his palm to reveal your hearings aids, offering it back to you, his gaze not even meeting yours.
you hesitate, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your face. seongje doesnāt wait for a reply. he knows how this worksāhe doesnāt need words from you to tell if youāre okay. youāve already said more than enough with that silence of yours.
itās a few weeks later when seongje starts to notice something he wasnāt expectingāsomething soft. youāre not the type to speak, but you show him things. you leave him little letters. theyāre simple at first, just words on paperācarefully written, neat and soft. but each one has meaning. you might leave him a note after a chaotic day, telling him, thank you for helping me todayāa gesture heās not used to.
seongje canāt stop himself from reading them over and over, even if he pretends they donāt matter. he tosses the first one aside in an exaggerated motion, but later, when heās alone, he pulls it out again, trying to make sense of it. thereās something oddly comforting in your words. something real. his usual sharpness dulls just a little when he reads them.
itās a typical night, and you donāt expect anything to go wrong. seongje has always been unpredictable, but you canāt stop yourself from trusting him. thereās a strange sort of understanding between the two of you now. he doesnāt need you to speak, and you donāt need him to be anything but⦠himself. still, you donāt expect what happens when he calls you to meet him in a parking lot late one evening.
the dim light from the streetlamps makes the whole place feel cold and detached. you spot him standing there, leaning against the hood of a car, his eyes narrowing slightly when he sees you approach. but thereās something different tonightāsomething unsettling in his stance.
"come here," seongje says, his voice almost too casual for the tense atmosphere.
your breath catches in your throat as the boy on his knees comes into focus. you've seen him around beforeāheās one of the delinquents from the union. the same one whoād been taunting you in the bowling alley, waving your hearing aids like some cruel joke. that memory hits you sharply, and your stomach churns with discomfort as you recognize him now, his face bruised and bloodied, a lip split open, looking like heās been through hell.
but why is he here? why is he on his knees, shaking in front of seongje? what happened to him?
seongje stands over him, his posture casual, his grin wide and wicked as he watches the boy with almost bored amusement. he kicks the delinquentās side lightly, like itās a game, and the boy flinches.
"come on, kid," seongje says, his voice teasing but edged with something darker, something almost amused by the kidās fear. "just like we practiced."
the delinquent on his knees doesnāt speak, his eyes downcast, probably too terrified to even look up at seongje, but his shaky hand lifts. you watch as he tries to make the "a" handshape, his fingers clumsy as he attempts to sign. seongje looks down at the boy, his grin stretching wider as he watches him fumble.
the delinquent hurriedly completes the sign, his hands shaking, his breath coming in short bursts as he struggles to perform it correctly. he spins his hand in a half-hearted clockwise motion, and you can tell how hard it is for him to even try. he looks humiliated, and maybe thatās what seongje wantsāto make him feel small, to show that heās the one in control now. like how the boy probably felt back in the bowling alley with you.
āsorry.ā he signed.
as the boy finishes, seongje pats his shoulder with an almost affectionate thud, a grin still plastered on his face. āgood job,ā he mutters, voice dripping with mock praise. but his eyes flick to you, then back to the delinquent, as if waiting for some kind of reaction.
the delinquent scrambles to his feet, not daring to say a word, but you can see the fear still fresh in his eyes. without another glance, he stumbles off into the shadows of the parking lot, and seongje doesnāt follow him, not bothering with any more theatrics. ānow thatās how you apologize,ā he sighs contentedly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as he walks back to where you two came from.
you donāt respond, but you follow him. because, despite everythingādespite how messed up all of this isāheās still the one who, somehow, happened to feel like the safest person to be around. despite his⦠unique antics.
despite the way he does things no one else would dare to. because even if heās rough around the edges, unpredictable and loud, seongje never made you feel small. and that, weirdly enough, was enough.
seongjeās desk at the bowling alley becomes a quiet sort of shrine to youālittered with your letters and notes, half-crumpled from him rereading them over and over. he never bothers to clean it up. theyāre scattered across the surface like leaves in a storm, but he knows exactly where each one is. itās an organized mess, chaotic in the same way he is. but if anyone even looks at them too longātries to pick one up, makes a joke about the handwriting, even breathes too close to the edge of his deskātheyāre basically asking for a death wish.
ātouch it and you die,ā heāll mutter without even looking up, one foot kicked up on the desk, cigarette dangling from his lips. itās not even a threatāitās a promise.
somewhere in between the late night meetupsāwhere the world is quiet and itās just the two of youāand the stolen moments in back rooms lit by vending machine glow, seongje softens. not in a way thatās obvious to most, but in ways you catch. like when he plays bowling with you late at night at the union headquarters, just the sound of pins crashing echoing through the empty lanes. heās terrible at it, but he doesnāt care. he would fair better hitting someone at the back of the head with these bowling balls. he only really lights up when itās your turn.
you roll the ball, knock down every pin, and before you can even react, heās throwing his hands in the air, exaggeratedly signing applause, a wide grin stretching across his face.
āthatās what iām fucking talking about!ā he shouts, clapping loudly on top of the sign for applause he just made, just because heās still himāloud, obnoxious, impossibleābut now heās loud for you.
yeah⦠to seongje, youāre like a stray puppy at first. small, quiet, following him around without saying a word, eyes always wide and watching. at first, he thinks itās kinda funnyāendearing, even. you donāt talk back, donāt flinch when heās loud, and youāve got this habit of showing up with little notes or food like some soft, strange ritual he doesnāt understand. he starts calling you āpuppyā just to mess with you, ruffling your hair whenever you come around.
but somewhere along the way, that fondness stops being just a game. no, youāre not a pet to seongje. but maybe, you became an equal.
he starts waiting for your notes. starts leaving his office door slightly cracked, just in case you come by. he catches himself watching you instead of his phone. gets weirdly pissed off when other people so much as look at you wrong.
and the night he realizes itās differentāthat itās not just him babysitting some quiet kidāitās when you sign āstayā with soft hands after a long night, and he does. no grumbling, no jokes, just settles next to you and doesnāt leave.
after that, itās not a question. youāre not a puppy. youāre his person.
and yeah, maybe he never said you were dating. but everyone knows. you leave your food in the unionās fridge, your letters in his desk, your comfort in the chaos of his life. and he protects you, respects you, listens to your silence more than heās ever listened to anyoneās voice. and no one in the union dares to bring it up or even question your soft presence in the nitty gritty bowling alley.
seongje is loud. like, really fucking loud. he talks with his whole body, yells when he's annoyed, laughs like he owns the air around him, and never knows when to shut up. he's noise and motion and chaos wrapped in one, dangerously sharp-edged boy. but youāyou're quiet. not just in voice, but in presence. you move gently, offer kindness without demanding attention, speak in ways that donāt need sound.
and somehow, in all the noise of his world, your silence is the only thing that ever made sense. he used to think silence was empty, but now itās where he finds comfort. heās still loud, still volatile, still the type to throw a punch first and maybe ask questions never. but now thereās this... softness around the edges. a space he carves out just for you. like youāre the eye of the storm, and heās always, always circling back to you.
in your quiet, he feels understood. and maybe that's the wildest thing about this whole messāthat a boy made of sound found peace in someone who never had to say a word.
note: aaa i feel like this so short >><< i wanted to give them more of a backstory but for now this is what iām going with. if youād like to see more of them thatād be nice š«¶ this is such a different take from collarless tho, and itās nice to also write a softer character to contrast our tough collarless!reader to explore more dynamics with seongje.
i donāt aim to reform or soften seongje, but have the peaceful presence of the reader be incorporated into his life without changing his ideals and personality.
synopsis ā heās always been collarless, all sharp teeth and no leashāuntil he joined the union, and you swore youād never crawl back to that kind of life. but even strays remember home.
pairing ā geum seongje x ex!reader
genre ā exes to enemies to an even worse, third thing, angst, action, just exes with unresolved tension, hurt/comfort
cw ā violence, blood, smoking, tons of swearing, toxic relationship dynamics, emotional manipulation, implied sexual tension, they beat each other up and then make out lol 50% fighting 50% longing (sorry to action haters, just scroll down to the divider for romance lol)
wc ā ~2.6k
part of the āi can fix him!ā trilogy
notes: badly wanted to write a fic where the reader isnāt a horribly treated s.a. victim with the depth of a kiddie pool and can actually fight back/toe-to-toe against seongje.
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the first time you punch seongje since you've last seen him, he laughs.
heās leaning against the rusted frame of the garage door, a fresh bruise blooming on his lip, thanks to you, of course. one hand tucked into the pocket of his tracksuit, the other loosely draped over his ribs, his posture is loose but predatory, like a stray dog thatās been used to surviving on its own. his eyes flicker with a dangerous amusement, cold and hungry. āthis your idea of a reunion, y/n?ā he jeers.
you donāt bother answeringāyou slam your fist into his jaw, the impact sending a sharp crack through the air, like youāve hit something wild and untamed.
āfuck off, seongje,ā you spit. āthe union doesnāt get to sniff around here without a warning. you think just ācause youāre one of baekjinās dogs now, you get a free pass?ā
he licks the blood off his bottom lip like heās savoring it. āwasnāt trying to start a war.ā
āthen you shouldnāt have stepped foot in my area.ā
ādidnāt know you were this territorial, babe.ā he chuckles dryly, as you ready your stance for another punch, already stretching your neck.
āyou always this cocky for a mutt on a leash?ā
he smiles, a wild glint flashing in his eyes. ādidnāt wanna cause a scene, babe. just need your little bitch boss to pay us back the money he owes. which, if you didnāt know,ā he tilts his head, slow and jerky, like a predator sizing up its prey, āis a-fucking-lot.ā seongje laughs, the sound low and unnerving, dripping with manic amusement.
the collection wasnāt even a big deal. the union has far more boys than to send their right-hand man for something this small. seongje wasnāt here because the money was urgent. he was here because it amused him to get under your skin, to remind you who he wasāwho he still thought he was.
he shrugs, that cocky smirk never leaving his face. āhad to, didnāt i? baekjinās orders, yāknow. thought youād have missed me too.ā he runs a hand through his hair with a lazy flick of his wrist as he saunters over to you, eyes glinting like heās daring you to call him out.
then, with a casualness that somehow feels more dangerous than it should, he leans in slightly, his gaze flicking down to your lips for a fraction of a second before meeting your eyes again. itās a move that feels too deliberate, too comfortableālike heās testing just how much youāll let him play with you.
you donāt need to hear more.
you swing again, remembering how he used to kiss you with that same reckless, chaotic energy. how every touch felt like a battle you never wanted to win.
his eyes darkenāknowing. thereās a flicker in them, a sharp edge as he realizes youāre not backing down. and then, before you can react, he steps back to dodge, and steps back in as he throws a clean punch, landing square on your cheek.
you grunt, the impact rattling your head and bringing a ringing to your ears, but you donāt stumble. instead, you lean into the hit, using the momentum to drop low, kicking out your leg and tripping him on his shin. seongje stumbles, a grunt escaping him as he crashes to the ground with a sharp hiss.
ādid you think i was gonna fall for that?ā you sneer, standing over him, fists clenched.
he grins, his breath coming out ragged but amused. ānah. but i thought youād make it fun.ā
you raise your fist again. āyou havenāt learned your lesson.ā
but this time, seongjeās movements are quicker than you expectāhe pounces, body weight crashing into yours, sending both of you slamming into the concrete ground. The air leaves your lungs in a whoosh, and before you can react, heās already on top of you, his knee pressing into your side, pinning your arm beneath him.
you hiss through the pain, but even as your body aches from the impact, you narrow your eyes at him as he huffs, already sick of your persistence. āshit, you really want to make pretty faces like yours bleed?ā seongje smirks, his grip tightening as he uses one palm to plant on the ground beside your head. his other hand catches your wrist, holding it above your head. āyou always fight this hard, or is it just me?ā he whispers, voice low and dangerous, as his knee digs into your other arm, restraining you completely.
his smirk never falters, but thereās something else in his eyes nowāsomething dangerous, hungry.
you inhale sharply, then, in one quick, explosive motion, you slam your forehead into his with a sharp crack.
seongjeās eyes widen for a split second, disoriented. thatās all you need. you push him off, shoving him to the side and rolling back onto your feet, each move faster than before.
he blinks, trying to steady himself, but youāre already on him, throwing punchesāone to the side of his head, another to his stomach, the force enough to make him cough out a ragged breath. a swift kick knocks his glasses clean off his face, sending them skidding across the gravel.
he looks up at you, his features twisted with annoyance, but also⦠something else. something almost familiar.
āyou were going easy on me,ā you murmur, voice low and dangerous, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. ādidnāt want me to get hurt, babe?ā you tease, the nickname slipping from your tongue almost bitterly. āyou know⦠we donāt make out anymore. guess it wouldnāt hurt to give you a busted lip, huh?ā
he glares at you, breath coming quicker, the tension between you both palpable nowāold history, old fights, and the undeniable truth that things are never just physical with him.
āyou never make things easy, do you?ā he growls, but thereās a spark in his eyes. a challenge, an invitation.
āyou should know by now,ā you reply, ready to go again, both of you caught in a tangled mess of unfinished business.
youāre caught in a frenzy of punches, kicks, and curses, both of you battering each other with everything youāve got. each hit feels like it might be the last, but neither of you is willing to give up.
seongjeās fast, like always, his body moving with a feral intensity that makes it impossible to land a clean blow. but youāre just as relentless. you always have been. you dodge one punch, counter with an elbow to his ribs, and then another to his jaw, but itās not enough. heās too quick, and the fightās gone on too long.
a wave of frustration rises in your chest. this damn wolf doesnāt know when to quit.
you swing again, aiming for his ribs, but he dodges just in time, his body shifting insanely fast, too fast for you to land a proper hit. he retaliates with a sharp jab to your stomach, knocking the wind out of you.
āfucking hell, y/n,ā he growls, and you hear the edge of something you canāt quite place in his voice. maybe itās concern, maybe itās annoyance, but thenāeverything goes black.
when you wake, the world is dim, but not like it was before. this is differentādarker, colder. the smell of smoke hits your nostrils first, and itās only then that you recognize it. youāre not at some random street corner or an alleyway. youāre somewhere familiar.
your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, the shadows of the room taking form around you. and then it hits you: this room. youāve been here before, too many times. too many nights spent tangled in memories youāve tried to forget.
the dim light from the fading sunset seeps through a narrow window, casting deep purple shadows across the floor. your headās throbbing, your cheek swollen, and your body aches with every movement, but none of that matters because you recognize this place. seongjeās place.
heās standing by the windowsill, cigarette between his lips, smoke curling up into the air. his back is to you, but you can still see the familiar silhouette. his posture, the way his shoulders slouch just enough to give him that casual, laid-back look. the same posture youāve seen a thousand times in this very room, in these very circumstances.
fuck him, you think, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. you wipe your mouth, feeling the blood on your lip, the cut stinging. this isnāt fairābringing you back here.
you hear the soft snick of his lighter as he takes another drag from the cigarette, the sound too familiar.
āyouāre awake,ā he says, voice rough but not unkind. he turns around slowly, eyes narrowing as he watches you.
āyou knocked me out,ā you mutter, your voice still thick with the remnants of the fight. your hand moves instinctively to your aching jaw. you feel the bruise already forming.
seongje looks almost casual about it, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. āwasnāt my intention,ā he shrugs, but his eyes flicker down to the cut on your lip, then back to your face. thereās a pause, and his voice drops lower as he adds, ābut you didnāt really make it easy, babeāand this was the only way to shut you up.ā
you frown, trying to process the weight of his words. what the hell does he mean by that? his eyes catch yours, and for a moment, the space between you feels heavy, charged with all the old history and the years of tangled emotions that you two shared.
you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to steady your mind. āyou couldāve left me there,ā you snap, trying to mask the vulnerability thatās creeping in. ābut you didnāt.ā
his eyes flash with somethingāmaybe irritation, maybe something elseābut he doesnāt look away. he takes another drag from his cigarette, as if weighing his next words carefully.
āyeah, and leave you with those assholes?ā he mutters, his voice low and dark, eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. āno fucking way.ā
your heart skips a beat at that, the weight of his words crashing over you. his tone isnāt what you expectedāthereās something more beneath the surface, something heās not saying. it makes you pause, just for a moment, before you shake your head, trying to brush it off.
āyouāre a pain in the ass,ā you reply, though it comes out quieter than you meant.
seongje just looks at you, the corner of his mouth twitching up into that familiar smirk. āold habits never die,ā he murmurs, and you feel that old tension, that magnetic pull, surge again between you two.
his cigarette is still between his fingers, and without asking, he holds it out to you. you donāt take it, instead leaning in slightly, your lips brushing against his fingers as you take a long drag from the cigarette on his hand, the smoke filling your lungs before you blow it out, deliberately exhaling the thick cloud of smoke right onto his face.
he rolls his eyes at this, unbothered, the smirk never fading as if heās used to this by now.
āstill playing dirty, huh?ā he mutters, clearly unfazed, like youāve done this a thousand times before.
āand youāre still a fucking freak.ā you shrug, the tension between you thickening with every word, the unspoken history, stained with repressed feelings, lingering just under the surface.
āa freak youād kill for,ā seongje says, finally facing you, narrowing his eyes as he flicks the cigarette out the window. ājoin the union,ā he says simply.
you cock an eyebrow at him, your lips curling into a smirk, eyebrows quirked in disbelief. āif you wanted to get back together, you couldāve just said that. fucker.ā
seongje doesnāt laugh, he just keeps watching you like heās waiting, gaze a little more intense this time.
you shake your head, something colder behind your eyes now. āiām not fucking insane like you, seongje.ā
his jaw tics, but he doesnāt interrupt. so you keep going.
āyou knew it back then, too. it was always gonna be one of us.ā your voice is quiet, but steady. āand you knew me, seongje. i just needed to get by. keep my head down, earn some chump change, scrape enough to disappear when i was ready. the unionāā you scoff, āāthat shit was always too high stakes. too serious.ā
you look away, jaw clenching. āi have dreams, seongje. iām gonna go to college. make something out of this mess.ā
you finally meet his eyes again. āso no, iām not joining the union.ā
seongje huffs out a low breath, then laughsādry, disbelieving. āso thatās also a āno, weāre not getting back togetherā, huh?ā he echoes, head tilted like heās trying to make sense of you, a playful smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes flickered with something else.
you roll your eyes at this. then he chuckles, rubbing a hand down his face. āshit. youāre scary, babe.ā thereās something fond buried under the sarcasm, though, something sharp and aching. āyou always talked like you were gonna burn the whole city down just to make it to some fuckingāloser, nerd, uni. still do.ā he spits out.
he looks back out the window, tongue pressing into his cheek.
you can tell heās pissed. bitter, even. maybe even... jealous? but you reach out without thinkingāsoft, deliberateāand brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead. your fingers linger just long enough to slip his glasses off, folding them in your hand.
if you were anyone else, heād have snapped your neck for touching his glasses, let alone getting that close.
but you were you.
seongje doesnāt flinch, he doesnāt even moveājust shifts his gaze, side-eying you from the corner of his eye, something unreadable swimming just beneath the surface.
āyou always do whatever the fuck you want,ā he mutters, but it comes out low, almost like a compliment.
āmhm,ā you hum, fingers still ghosting along his skin as you cup his cheek. his skin is rough beneath your touchācalloused and scarred, the faint divots of half-healed cuts from fights and brawls brushing against your palm. it scrapes at your skin, grounding you in a memory you shouldnāt still want. a past drenched in adrenaline and bad decisions, but his warmth still makes your chest ache like it always did.
your thumb brushes just beneath his eye as you lean in a little closer, your voice barely a breath. āand i really wanna kiss your stupid face right now, you psycho.ā
seongjeās jaw clenches under your touch. his eyes scan yours, gaze falling on your lips, then back to your eyes, like heās daring you to do it. like he wants you to. you blink once, his eyes flick to your lips again, and thatās all it takes.
seongje grabs your face with both handsārough, unfilteredālike heās been holding back since the second you woke up in his room. the kiss crashes into you, all teeth and heat and the wild kind of need thatās only ever been his.
god, he needed this.
not just his lips on your or his fingers curling into the back of your neck, but you. the only person who ever made him feel anything beyond bloodlust. all the beatdowns, the turf wars, the payoffsānone of that ever lit his veins up like this. like you.
your eyes flutter close, gasping into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, urgent, almost clumsy with how badly he wants more. his hands are on your jaw, your waist, your backāeverywhere, like if he lets go, itāll all disappear. he groans desperately into your lips, muttering your own name against your skin.
you let him kiss you like heās starved for it, like heās still the boy who used to beg you not to leave his bed in the mornings, the boy who would let the world burn just to have you. you let him hold you like this means somethingālike maybe, for tonight, it does.
even though you know youāll be gone by tomorrow morning, before the sun even touches the edge of the windowsill where you two once sat. no note, no goodbye. youāve done it before, and youāll do it again.
because heāll always choose the union. the chaos. the blood in his mouth and the rush in his fists. because thatās just who seongje isāyour wolf with red-stained teeth, always chasing, craving something darker. the mad dog.
but you?
youāve got places to be. youāre not wasting time here leashed to him like this. you have dreams to run toward. dreams that geum seongje was never meant to follow.
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weak hero class headcanons ā showing intimacy with the boys of whc
synopsis ā how the boys of whc show intimacy
pairing/s ā sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader, beomseok x reader
a/n ā another headcanon post !! thank u for requesting, anon !! working on a more angst-y headcanon post on how they handle breakups next <3
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⤷ yeon sieun
sieunās intimacy comes in the small momentsālike when he opens a door for you, but always steps aside to let you go first, a quiet sign of respect. heāll adjust your coat collar without a word, smoothing it down before moving on, as if making sure youāre comfortable. when youāre bent over, looking for something under a table, heāll instinctively cover your head with his handājust a small, protective gesture. itās never grand, but itās always thoughtful.
heās the kind of person who notices when you're cold and is already taking off his jacket āitās cold,ā and draping it over you without a second thought, though he wonāt make a big deal of it. when youāre sitting together, his arm will hover just a little too close to yours, as if he's quietly reassuring himself that you're there. heāll never make a show of it, but youāll always know heās watching over you, in his quiet, reserved way. everything with sieun feels intentional, even the simplest things.
⤷ ahn suho
suhoās intimacy is about making you feel seen in the simplest ways. when youāre cooking or working on something, heāll lean against the doorframe or sit beside you, offering small compliments about how youāre doing, and always with that mischievous grin. āyouāre doing great,ā heāll say with a smirk, watching you from the corner of his eye. his hand often brushes yours when passing something or reaching for the same thing, a lingering touch that makes your heart race. when youāre resting, heāll plop down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder, sometimes pulling you in close just to kiss the top of your head. itās spontaneous, but comforting, like he wants you to know heās always close by.
⤷ park humin (baku)
bakuās intimacy is energetic, playful, and full of affection. if youāre sitting next to him, he might casually drape his arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer just because he wants to be near you. āyouāre so slow,āā heāll tease as he kneels in front of you, tying your shoes, eyes dancing with amusement. āyou canāt even tie your shoes without me, huh?āā heād joke, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose, a light laugh escaping him when you protest.
heāll sneak in little kisses when youāre least expecting itālike when youāre reading or just chilling, he'll kiss your cheek and then immediately crack a joke to make you laugh. when youāre both walking, heāll occasionally grab your hand, squeezing it firmly as if to remind you heās there, even in the midst of everything else going on.
⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)
gotakās casual intimacy is grounded in reliability and comfort. heās the type to pull a blanket over your lap when you're sitting together, even if you never asked for one. āi got you,ā heāll say with a simple smile, adjusting the blanket around you. when you're working on something at the table, he might sneak up behind you, brushing your hair aside to make sure itās not in your face, his hands moving with care. when youāre carrying something heavy, heāll insist on taking it from you, his hands gentle but firm as he lifts it effortlessly.
while youāre sitting together, heāll keep his hand on your knee or gently rub the back of your hand, a quiet sign of affection that doesnāt need to be said. when youāre sharing a meal, heāll subtly pick at your plate, offering you bites of what he thinks youāll like. itās the quiet intimacy that comes with being so comfortable around each otherāno need for words, just the simple act of being there. (PLEEAAASEEE someone request a fic for gotak i need him SO BADDD)
⤷ seo juntae
juntaeās intimacy is shy but heartfelt. when youāre walking together, heāll subtly brush your hand, his fingers just grazing yours, as if heās unsure but canāt help himself. ās-sorry,ā heāll stutter, his face turning pink, but his hand stays just close enough. if youāre sitting at a table or working on something, heāll offer you a piece of candy or a drink, his eyes always flicking away as if embarrassed, but the sweetness of his actions speaks volumes. when youāre talking, heās always leaning in just a little closer, showing you that heās really paying attention, even if his face is flushed. when youāre resting, he might cover your shoulders with a blanket without you asking, his gaze lingering on you in a quiet, soft moment.
⤷ na baekjin
baekjinās intimacy is intense, but itās also about subtle control. when youāre walking or standing together, heāll always position himself just a little closer than you expect, his arm around your waist or his fingers brushing against yours in a possessive but quiet way. āstay close,ā heāll say lowly, his voice firm but not harsh. his hand will often find the small of your back as he guides you, leading you with a certain quiet confidenceālike heās claiming the space around you while keeping you close without needing to say anything.
when youāre studying or working, he wonāt interrupt, but occasionally, youāll feel his presence in the smallest gesturesāhis hand quietly finding its way to the top of your head, fingers brushing your hair as if to say heās there. sometimes, heāll have one of his goons order your favorite drink, all without saying much, just showing that heās thinking about you. his love is in the details, in the way he silently supports you through the little things, making sure you always feel cared for, even when he's not directly in the spotlight.
⤷ geum seongje
seongjeās intimacy is impulsive and possessive, driven by his need to dominate, but thereās an underlying current of obsession when it comes to you. with him, affection is not something soft or gentleāitās sharp and possessive, in a way that makes it clear you belong to him, and he enjoys reminding you of that. āyouāre mine,ā heāll say sharply, his grip tightening when he pulls you in. heās the kind of person to hold your wrist tightly when he wants to get your attention, or pull you by the arm just a little too firmly when heās ready to take you somewhere.
when youāre alone, his hand finds his way to the back of your neck, keeping you close, or heāll press his forehead to yours in a rare moment of calm. he likes keeping you near, close enough to feel the heat of his body and remind everyone around that youāre his. āeveryone should know,ā heāll growl quietly, as if making sure you both understand.
⤷ oh beomseok
beomseokās intimacy is thoughtful, like everything he does is carefully planned but done with so much heart. when youāre busy with something, heāll quietly move to help you, adjusting things around you, almost like heās aware of every little thing you might need. he might hand you a pen without asking, or pass you your cup of coffee with a small smile, his voice soft when he says, āhere, thought you might need this.ā
he moves with purpose, as if savoring the moment. his touches are always deliberate but tender, like heās afraid of being too forward, but he wants to be close to you, seeking your warmth. when youāre caught up in something, he might gently rest his head on your shoulder, leaning in just close enough to say, ādonāt stress too much. youāre doing great,ā his tone calm and reassuring. everything he does feels like itās meant to take care of you in a way that makes you feel seen.
notes: ugh im so sorry i feel like i kinda lacked with beomseok or didnāt quite catch his vibe(?) itās just been a while since weāve last seen him yk? ć ć hopefully this turned out alright ~
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