۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : you have done a lot of embarrassing things as a fan, but accidentally posting your own face on myung jaehyun's account might just top the list...
۶ৎ pairing : jaehyun x illit's 6th member!reader ۶ৎ genre(s) : smau, fluff ۶ৎ warning(s) : profanities, random timestamps ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა reader is jungkook's little sister, both lowk down bad for each other
۶ৎ A/N : hihi guys! this is my first ever smau oneshot! I honestly think it's pretty bad so I might delete this in a few days 😭 but I'll see how well it does first... 🥹I hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! (especially since I haven't posted in almost two whole months....)
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all i wanna do is be with you.
ꨄ.. ⠀⠀ot6 x reader. phone calls when you're miles apart.
a/n: gn!reader for all except for taesan's because he calls you 'good girl' once lol. also suggestive for taesan's and maybe leehan's hehe. idk ihanie's one is kinda tame but he does have his shirt off...!
#성호 SUNGHO
you watch as sungho mumbles something about his schedule between his bites of steak and vegetables, your own morning cereal untouched as you cup your chin and watch him busy himself with his dinner through the screen of your phone propped up against the salt shakers.
“your cereal is gonna be soggy.”
sungho’s voice eventually breaks you out of your stupor and you shake yourself awake, eyes blink as sungho’s blonde hair and smile unblurs in your vision and sharpens into view.
“i like watching you eat,” you mutter, poking at your milk and cereal with your spoon.
sungho leans forward, shuffling his chair forward as he pushes his plate and utensils away, “you’ll be late for work. eat.”
you reluctantly obey, shoveling the rest of your cereal - that’s already soggy anyways - into your mouth as sungho watches.
tastes like cardboard, you want to say over the clinking of your spoon, but everything does when sungho has to go thousands of miles away from you - you swear he sucked a little bit of colour away from your life with him.
sungho watches you take another bite, his turn to watch you as he leans on his arm and stares at you through his own tiny screen.
“miss you,” he eventually says, after you’ve swallowed your last bite of milk and cornflakes.
“miss you too,” you answer softly, placing your finger against the screen like you can reach for him through the glass, “at least it’s easier when we do it like this.”
he laughs humorlessly, hovering his finger against his own phone in the same place as yours. the two of you watch each other breathe.
“i should go get ready,” you mumble.
“yeah,” sungho agrees, “i should i get ready for bed.”
but neither of you move, and sungho sucks in a breath in that way where he has something to say but is wondering whether he should say it.
“sorry about this,” he eventually settles on, “can’t believe i’m eating dinner and you’re eating breakfast.”
you watch him shift slightly - distances compressed into pixels and numbers through a screen.
“not your fault,” you say back, “timezones suck.”
“they do,” he agrees, nodding. he glances at the clock on the wall behind him through the screen.
“go get ready,” he reminds you, “you’ll be late.”
you sigh, drawing away from the phone, “okay, okay. sleep well?”
“always better when i’ve seen your face,” he says, and he can’t stop the smile tugging on his lips, “talk tonight?”
“tonight,” you promise.
#리우 RIWOO
“babe, look!” you pull the phone away from your face as riwoo flips his camera around, the fireworks in view lighting up your dim room in bursts of colour and light.
“woah, pretty,” you breathe out, mesmerised by the rhythmic explosions of fireworks across your screen.
“right?” riwoo’s voice crackles over your speaker, “it’s the special version to celebrate new years! wish you were here to see it…”
your chest aches again - it’s always the same feeling that bubbles up with every wishing you were here you exchange with your boyfriend.
you pull the phone back towards yourself as riwoo flips the camera back around. you can see the fireworks reflected in his eyes as he looks up at the sky. his orange hair is slightly mussed, messy like he rushed out without bothering to fix it, and he’s wearing the hoodie you gifted him when you first started dating - the one whose hoodie has been chewed through by daebak.
“me too,” you admit softly, watching an amber firework fan out behind his head, casting shadows across his face, “but this is nice too. at least i get to see it.”
the phone shuffles on riwoo’s end, and he settles on some kind of bench, the camera jostles slightly in his hold before steadying.
“it's not the same though,” he says, but there’s no bitterness in it, “i want to hold your hand while we watch, and then i can give you my jacket when you feel cold.”
you laugh, a small, breathless sound, “you would be cold then.”
“we can share,” he dismisses, shrugging. you can hear the smile in his voice. the fireworks pause for a brief intermission and the call falls silent - stretched by the distance that’s actually between you two.
“tell me what it feels like,” you say suddenly, “out there.”
riwoo’s eyes drift as he thinks.
“cold,” he finally says, his eyes settling back onto your face glowing on his screen, “smells like grass. very smoky. a lot of people around. they need to start making phones that let you smell things - that way you could smell it yourself.”
you smile at his suggestion - at the way he’s trying to solve the unsolvable.
“well, until they invent that,” you say softly, “i guess i’m stuck with you describing it to me.”
riwoo shakes his head with a chuckle, “guess so.”
another firework blooms behind him, sparkling to life and painting everything gold. he doesn’t peel away from the phone to watch it, instead studying you watching him, and somehow that feels more important than the fireworks show behind him.
“stay on the call?” you ask, even though the sun is barely peaking over the horizon and you haven’t slept a wink.
“yeah,” he agrees immediately, shifting so you see the sky behind him - the best of both worlds, somehow compressed onto one small screen, “i’ll stay.”
and so you do. you stay in the darkness of your room while he sits on that bench under the fireworks. he keeps talking - about the people around him, what he’s planning to do tomorrow, what he ate - and you listen.
this is enough, you think to yourself, watching the fireworks that blossom in his eyes and listening to his voice over the speaker of your phone.
it’s not the same as holding his hand, but for now, it’s enough.
#명재현 MYUNG JAEHYUN
“did you fall asleep?”
jaehyun’s voice jolts you out of your half-asleep state and you crack open an eye to see jaehyun sprawled across his bed, face cuddled up to the screen so much you can only see his eyes.
“no,” you clear your voice, “did you finish showering?”
“mhm,” jaehyun replies, “did i wake you up?”
you shake your head against your pillow, “i was waiting for you anyways.”
jaehyun’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and you know he’s smiling even if you can’t see the curve of his lips.
“you should sleep,” he murmurs softly - in the same tone he uses when he’s lying next to you in bed - soft and quiet, like he’s personally lulling you to bed. you smile at how he’s the same even though he’s no longer physically here, but oceans apart and existing together in the liminal space of a video call.
“not used to you not being here,” you finally admit, curling your hands into your blankets, “it’s cold.”
the confession slips out of you easily in the dark, and you shift onto your side, mirroring his position as your pillow smushes against your cheek.
there’s a pause on the other end - long enough you move to tap the screen just to make sure the call didn’t freeze. but then you hear him breathe: a soft, deliberate exhale.
“i know,” jaehyun whispers, his voice cracking slightly, like say it physically tears him apart, “i know, my love.”
he shifts backwards, and now you can see a bite more of his face - his damp hair, the way his skin is still flushed from the heat of the shower. he looks so warm, so fluffy, and completely out of reach through a glass screen.
“wish i could be there,” jaehyun continues quietly, his eyes never leaving yours, “wish i could just get in bed with you and keep you warm the way i’m supposed to.”
you giggle softly into your pillowcase, even though it’s tinged in regret and longing. you’ve had this conversation before - a million times - over the phone, in bed, when you’re just lounging on the couch; it never gets easier, the truth of what you’re both missing, what distance has taken from you.
“you’re keeping me warm right now,” you finally say, “you’re here, aren’t you? even if it’s separated by a screen and oceans.”
“always,” jaehyun says immediately, “i’ll always be here.”
"then that enough for me," you say, "but you have to make it up when you get back."
jaehyun laughs softly, "i'll make it up and then some more."
he pulls his pillow closer, settling deeper into his bed, “go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. same as always.”
he gives you that smile that always makes your stomach flutter and you give a smile back that’s probably overly giddy and dopey. you ask your heart to stop drumming so fast and settle back into your own pillows.
“goodnight,” you whisper.
“goodnight, my love.”
you blow a kiss through the screen and he catches it, placing a hand over the place where his heart is.
#태산 TAESAN
“so, what do you think? is it cute enough for dinner?”
you smooth down the skirt of your dress and try not to look awkward when presenting yourself to your boyfriend through the screen of your phone, stood up against your water bottle on the dresser.
“give me a twirl,” he demands, a hand over his mouth as he leans forward and squints at your outfit.
you do as he says, giggling to yourself as you do a slow twirl.
"sooo?" you tilt your head.
taesan shifts in his seat, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly.
“yeah - um… it looks good. great, even.”
he bites his bottom lip and his voice drops to a lower octave, “wish i wasn’t in some stupid hotel on the literal other side of the planet right now. you look way too cute.”
you laugh again, turning back to the mirror as you tug on the hem again, “you’re just saying that.”
“i’m not,” you can hear the pout in his voice, “stop playing with it.”
you let your hands fall and regard yourself in the mirror - you think you look good - like you always do. you cock your head as you think about how taesan sees you, through his tiny phone screen, miles and miles away.
“you like me too much,” you eventually say, voice light and teasing.
“yeah, i do,” taesan’s voice is rough and unashamed, “come closer - to the camera.”
you hestitate, before taking a slow step towards your phone. his expression on your phone shifts - eyes darker as his jaws tighten.
“you’re doing this on purpose,” he breathes out.
“doing what?” you frown.
he lets out a breath that’s sounds like a laugh.
“cancel dinner.”
your breath stutters, “taesan -”
“i’m serious,” his voice is rough now, quieter, “cancel it and talk to me properly. take the phone back to your bedroom.”
the way he says bedroom makes your stomach dip.
you reach out slowly and pick up your phone, carrying it toward the bedroom as you try not to steal too many glances at him. but you can see him following the movement on his screen, tracking you, and he doesn’t say anything at all - just sits back and watches as you nearly drop your phone in anticipation.
you sit on the edge of the bed, fiddling with your phone until both you and your sheets are in sight.
he breathes quietly, and gives you a dangerous, patient smile.
“good girl,” he says softly, “now - show me what else you’re wearing.”
#이한 LEEHAN
“kim leehan!” you shriek, slapping your palms over your eyes, “i’m not going to watch you shower!”
leehan stops, his shirt halfway off. he drops his shirt as he pads over back to his phone propped up against a wall of the bathroom.
“but you said you’d stay on call with me!” he pouts, his eyes wide as he drinks in your flustered state.
“well, yeah!” you fan yourself with a hand, your eyes still squeezed shut, “but not like this!”
“it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” leehan blinks.
“it’s different!”
“how is it different?”
“because -” you splutter, “because it’s different! you give me a warning!”
leehan tilts his head, like he’s genuinely confused and you’re the one being unreasonable and demanding, “i thought the shower running was the warning.”
“that’s not -” you press your palm harder against your eyes, “that’s not a warning! i didn’t know you were gonna take your shirt off!”
he laughs, in that bright & easy way that makes it very difficult to be mad at him. you hear the soft thud of his shirt hitting the floor through the phone speakers.
“okay, okay,” you can hear the grin in his voice, “i’ll keep the curtain closed, happy?”
“just tell me when you’re done!” you yell, eyes closed.
there’s a brief moment of silence and you hear the swish of his shower curtains opening and drawing shut.
“done,” leehan’s voice is still teasing behind the curtain.
you crack open an eye cautiously and gasp.
“you lied to me!”
leehan is leaning against the bathroom counter, decidedly not behind a shower curtain, arms crossed and looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just ambushed and tricked you within the past five minutes. you can't help but gape at the scene on your screen, his hair tousled and shirt notably not on.
“i know you like what you see,” he teases and you splutter, peeling your eyes away.
“so what if i do? and - and that’s not the point!”
“what’s the point then?”
“the point is -” you search for the right words, “is that we have a system!”
“a system,” leehan muses.
“yes! you warn me and i - i look away… or don’t.”
he hums, tilting his head the other way, “so if i had said something like - hey, i’m about to shower, stay on call with me - you would’ve said that's fine?”
you open your mouth.
you close your mouth.
he raises an eyebrow, smug grin displayed over his face.
“... that’s not the point either,” you mutter defeatedly.
#운학 WOONHAK
“hehe, babe, look - you’re a potato!”
woonhak’s display jostles as he presses on the various filters on the app, cycling through turning you into potatoes, green screened into outer space, and ridiculous filters that make your eyes too big or forehead huge.
you try to muffle the laughter that escapes you, even as your face distorts into something ridiculous on the screen. the camera catches the way your eyes crinkle as you smile that even a filter can't wipe off.
“you are a very cute potato,” you tease woonhak as he bobs his head up and down to play with filter.
“you too,” woonhak replies. his grin grows wider as he clicks to another filter, this one giving both of you alien antennae.
you yawn involuntarily, all too aware of the time difference. woonhak’s afternoon bleeds into your midnight, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. the stolen minutes before his schedule picks up or yours does grows sparser by the day, and you cradle your phone like it’s your lifeline.
“okay, one more before i go to bed,” you say quietly, careful not to tick off your flatmate sleeping next door.
you see woonhak lean closer to his phone, only the top of his hair visible as you hear him tap the screen of his phone.
he finds one that gives you a flower crown and makes everything pink and sparkly.
“that’s how you look to me!” woonhak exclaims, far too proud of his confession.
“with a flower crown and pink sparkly aura?” you raise an eyebrow.
“yeah!” woonhak laughs, “whenever i look at you - it’s like you have an automatic filter in real life.”
“you’re ridiculous,” you say, but a smile dances on your lips and your chest squeezes - the kind that comes with missing someone in the best way.
“you just reduce me to some kind of idiot,” his expression softens as he looks at you through the screen.
you hold each other’s gaze until a notification pops up reminding you both that the call is still recording and you laugh again.
"i should sleep," you say mournfully.
"yeah," woonhak taps his screen, "it's late - you need to rest."
he watches as you finally place down your phone, next to your pillow as you lie back down.
“goodnight, hakie,” you murmur.
“goodnight, beautiful. dream of me,” he replies.
neither of you move to hang up just yet, content with letting the seconds run out until sleep claims you or his schedule catches up.
inspired by that one picture woonhak posted of him and taesan lmao
exposing myself as a hsm fan...
somehow wrote this in like an hour WOW i am lonely.
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⦂ 𓈃 warnings/tags: suggestive themes, teasing, mild frustration/anger kink, light bratty reader, heavy sexual tension, physical intimacy, forehead/neck/lip kisses, possessive touches ⦂ 𓈃 word count: 677
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sungho: he’s lowkey into it. like you’re standing there all flustered, arms crossed, giving him attitude over something small, and he’s fighting back a grin the whole time. “you’re really mad about that?” he teases, voice dipping just enough to make your stomach flip. when you roll your eyes and tell him yes, he steps closer, backing you into the counter. “then maybe you should punish me, huh?” and suddenly his hands are on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles while his eyes drag down to your lips. it’s not even an apology anymore. it’s him trying to distract you, whispering, “still mad?” right before his mouth brushes your neck.
riwoo: he gets flustered as hell. you’re glaring at him and he’s stammering out, “i- i didn’t mean to-” like a kicked puppy. he’ll follow you around the room, trying to explain himself, but the more annoyed you act, the redder he gets. “you look kinda hot when you’re mad, though,” he mumbles without thinking, and immediately regrets it when you shoot him a look. cue him panicking and then shyly offering to “make it up to you somehow,” his voice tiny and hopeful. if you keep ignoring him, he’ll end up wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and whispering, “please don’t be mad anymore, baby…”
jaehyun: you being mad over something small just amuses him. he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you rant like it’s the best entertainment he’s had all day. “you’re cute when you’re mad,” he says with a smirk that makes you want to throw something. he’ll drag out his apology on purpose, just to see how long you’ll stay pissed. when you huff and turn away, he’ll stand, come up behind you, and murmur, “didn’t mean to make my girl all worked up,” lips ghosting over your ear. his hands slide to your waist, grip tightening just enough to make you gasp. “maybe i should remind you how good i am at saying sorry.”
taesan: he gets so defensive at first, acting all cocky to hide that he feels bad. “you’re mad about that?” he laughs, but it’s nervous. when you ignore him, he gets quiet, hovering nearby like a guilty puppy. eventually he mutters a soft “okay, fine, i’m sorry,” and tugs you closer by your wrist. once you’re facing him, though, his tone shifts- softer, deeper. “don’t pout like that. it makes me wanna…” he trails off, letting his thumb brush over your lower lip. then he chuckles, pressing his forehead to yours. “maybe i’ll kiss it better?” and before you can respond, he does. slow, teasing, dragging the apology out between every breath.
leehan: he tries to reason with you at first, all calm and logical, but when you’re still mad, his patience melts into something darker. “you’re really gonna give me that attitude over this?” he murmurs, stepping closer until you’re caged between him and the wall. his voice drops low, his gaze lingering on your mouth. “you know i can’t take you seriously when you’re pouting like that.” it’s not that he’s ignoring your anger. he’s just turned it into something else entirely, something charged. one hand cups your jaw, thumb tilting your chin up. “say it again. tell me why you’re mad.” and when you do, he just smiles. slow, dangerous and says, “mm. that’s cute.”
woonhak: he’s a mix of shy and bold. first he’s apologizing nonstop, trying to explain himself, but when you keep huffing and ignoring him, he changes tactics. suddenly he’s pulling you close by your wrist, eyes glinting a little mischievously. “you’re mad at me, huh?” he whispers, voice lower than usual. he leans in until your noses almost touch, grinning when you try to back away. “you don’t look that mad now.” he’d brush his lips over your cheek, just barely. not quite a kiss, but enough to make you pause. “forgive me?” he’d ask, all innocent, but his fingers are already tracing down your waist like he knows you’re not really mad anymore.
fake dating boynextdoor was easy–until it started feeling real
( 対 ) boynextdoor + fem. reader 1477WC · fake dating trope contains! fake dating, skinship, language / archive
은 : i'm going to try my best to be a bit more active on blr now that i'm on spring break >< i hope you guys enjoy this fic!! ily <3
myung jaehyun
when you ask myung jaehyun to fake date, he agrees to it immediately, flashing you that signature smirk. it almost worries you when you see the grin. you know he’s up to absolutely no good.
he treats it like a game at first, but you find the way he slips into the role so effortlessly almost unnerving. he throws his arm over your shoulder in public, calling you “babe” without hesitation and teases you whenever you get flustered.
“you’re blushing,” he whispers, lips barely grazing your ear as you try to keep your face neutral. “are you falling for me already?”
cocky bastard.
jaehyun finds your reactions entertaining, but there’s a strange possessiveness in the way he glares at anyone who talks to you, or looks at you a bit too long. he nearly punches a guy trying to get your phone number, and when you call him out, he just shrugs, claiming that it “needs to be convincing.”
he takes you by surprise by remembering little things about you, how you take your coffee, your favourite snack. he brushes it off with a casual “a boyfriend would do this.”
but the longer this goes on, the less it feels fake. you catch him staring when he thinks you’re not looking, his teasing flirty remarks losing its playfulness.
“you know,” he says one day, his voice softer than usual. “i think I might've forgotten to pretend.”
park sungho
sungho hesitates when you first tell him your idea. you tell him it’s a great idea; fake dating so that you can get your ex boyfriend back, and he can get back his ex girlfriend. killing two birds with one stone, you say. sungho’s not too sure, but he gives in after some begging from your side.
sungho isn’t sure why, but the thought of pretending to be your boyfriend makes him unreasonably nervous.
at first, he’s awkward–stuttering over pet names, clearing his throat when you hold his hand. but he still finds himself holding doors open for you, carrying your things without being asked, offering you his jacket when the weather gets chilly. the first time you kiss him, it’s on the cheek, and sungho practically freezes, ears tomato red as he tries his best to avoid your gaze.
“we should practice more,” he says out of the blue one day. “it needs to be convincing.”
you’re quick to tell him that you’re already being convincing, that it’s him that’s the problem.
sungho’s careful with boundaries, always asking, ‘is this okay?” before touching you in any way. but then things start shifting, there’s no denying it. he texts you good morning without thinking, lingers a little too long after fixing your scarf, gets defensive when someone asks about your relationship.
park sungho doesn’t realise he’s falling until it’s too late.
“i don’t want this to be fake anymore,” he says one night, standing outside your door whilst fidgeting with his sleeves. “forget about my ex, i want you.”
lee sanghyuk
riwoo finds the whole situation really fucking funny.
“fake dating? how desperately do you want that asshole back? yeah, i’ll do it, it’s gonna be so fun.”
yeah well, it's fun. for him.
from the moment you two announce your “relationship”, he plays it up like you’re in some kind of terribly cliche, terribly cheesy romance movie, throwing dramatic love confessions at random.
“my love, i would walk through fire for you!” he declares loudly in the school hallway, before snickering as you try your best to do damage control to no avail.
riwoo’s constantly teasing, winking at you in class and whispering stupid things like, “careful, you might actually fall for me.” just to see your face redden in embarrassment. but then there are moments when he tones it down, and it’s a bit too natural–the way he rests his head on your shoulder when he’s tired, or the way his hand absentmindedly finds yours.
“why’re you blushing?” he teases, but he’s blushing too.
the problem is, he never knows himself when he’s joking and when he’s being serious. he tells himself it’s just an act, just a way for you to get back your dickhead boyfriend who looks like a two out of ten. but he finds his heart stuttering when you look at him just right.
and soon, riwoo finds himself wishing the act would never end.
one day he turns to you, his usual stupid grin plastered on his face, but there’s something softer behind it.
“so, uh, what if we didn’t stop fake dating?”
han dongmin
when you ask han taesan to be your fake boyfriend to make you ex jealous, he barely reacts. barely even raises his head, murmuring, “sure,” as if you just asked him to pass the salt.
annoying little bitch.
but beneath his cool, nonchalant exterior (that’s what he thinks), his mind is racing.
he’s not the person for over-the-type gestures, but he shows affection in the smallest ways–remembering your favourite drink order, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, pulling you closer when walking near traffic. you applaud his for being boyfriend material and make a point to very loudly wonder why he’s never had a girlfriend before remembering, aha, his personality is shit.
han taesan insists he doesn’t care about pda, but if someone questions your relationship, he’ll kiss your cheek without a second thought.
“see? believable.” he says, ignoring the way his heart is pounding. he does it so naturally that even he forgets it’s fake sometimes. he texts you late at night to check if you’ve eaten and gets irritated when other guys get too close. but taesan’s stubborn, and he spends most of his time gaslighting himself that he doesn’t like you like that, brushing it off as just an act.
then one day, he catches himself staring, thinking how you look a little bit too pretty, hands itching to reach for yours.
“you said i’m boyfriend material, right?” he asks, catching you by surprise.
“yeah sure.”
“ok, well how about you give up on your shitty ex and we date for real? i’m like, hotter than him too.”
kim donghyun
leehan takes the whole fake dating thing very, very seriously. when you tell him about your ideas, he looks more determined than you, face serious as he says, “if we’re going to do this, we really have to sell it.” you end up having to ask him if he has an ex girlfriend he wants back, because there’s no way he should be this invested in the whole plan.
he makes you practice with him; holding hands, casual touches, so it looks natural. but the more you two practice, the more it starts feeling real. he’s always respectful, never crossing boundaries and always asking if you’re comfortable. but he’s a little too good at being a boyfriend. he ties your shoelaces when they come undone, carries your bag without you asking and smiles at you in a way that makes your heart ache.
“why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask one day when you catch him staring at you in the restaurant on one of your fake dates.
leehan just grins. “because you’re cute.”
it’s moments like these that make you forget this isn’t real. but then he starts getting flustered–hesitating before calling you pet names, looking away too quickly when you catch him staring. he’s the first to realise his feelings, but it takes him forever to act on them.
one evening, he exhales deeply before turning to you. “so… what if we kept dating?” he asks, nervous but hopeful. “for real this time?”
kim woonhak
woonhak is way too excited to date you. yeah, it’s fake, but he’s still technically dating you. he’s already planning out cute couple photos.
woonhak fully commits, calling you cute nicknames, being your personal hype boy, and practically beaming with excitement when you’re around.
you think he’s kind of cute.
“this is my girlfriend,” woonhak announces to everyone, holding your hand. “she’s so pretty isn’t she? yeah, well she’s super smart as well, and-”
he’s affectionate without realising–holding your hand, fixing your hair, resting his chin on your shoulder. it’s all a joke to him at first, but then he starts feeling weird.
why does his heart race when you smile at him? why does he hate seeing other people flirt with you?
“i’m not jealous,” he insists, but his pout says otherwise.
one day, you joke about breaking up just to see his reaction, and he gasps dramatically.
“if we ‘break up, i’m keeping the dog we don’t have.”
but behind the playful tone, there’s real fear. he’s known for a while now, this isn’t fake to him anymore. one evening, as you’re walking home together, he suddenly blurts out, “wait, you didn’t know? i fell for you ages ago.”
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.˚ ₍🗒₎┊ contains: ↷ ⋯ ꒰ kinktober day 31, switch!ot5 x sub!reader, reader and taesan are friends but doesn’t know the rest, college student reader x implied college students bnd, reader has a job as a ‘night hostess’, gangbang (duh), everyone’s horny and a freak, sort of vivid descriptions of their dicks, camera recording, cunnilingus, manhandling, spanking, blowjob, deep throating, masturbation, edging, orgasm control, cum eating, finger sucking, unprotected sex (don’t!), penetration (p in v), nipple play, handjob, fingering (p and a), titjob, edging, overstimulation, creampie, mxm (nipple play, thigh fucking, oral, handjob, marking), lmk if i missed anything! (4.5k words)
fucked.
you were incredibly fucked.
you didn’t even know what the fuck you signed up for until you woke up to an email saying “congratulations! you just won the one stop ticket to paradise!”
what paradise?
the hotel room door in front of you looks like it hasn’t seen the sight of people in decades, despite it being familiar to where you’ve had to step out to for work. being a nightclub hostess definitely wasn’t a job for the weak…
knocking on the wood, paint chipping off at the sides, you were immediately greeted by a warm voice.
“hello darling, here for us hm?”
the tall, black haired boy appeared in front of you, and you knew just who he was. han taesan. he sent you the email for no real reason, but the inclusion of your usual address for late night rendezvous' with clients intrigued you.
“oh shut up. what was the email… for…” your voice sank as you looked behind him to see 4 more boys: a blond with his hands in his pockets, the ginger with his head titled and eyes glaring, the slightly shorter black haired boy gazing rather longingly, and the brunette with a blank expression. each of the 5 were so distinct that for a moment you forgot where you really were, captivated by their collective presence. taesan grabbed a hold of your hand as he led you in, introducing you to each of his friends.
sungho, riwoo, jaehyun, and leehan, respectively.
as you dropped your guard, walking further in without assistance, sungho walked up to you, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek gently. jaehyun came to you too, standing behind as he wrapped his arms around your waist. the rest just watched, amused at the planned interaction.
you see, taesan’s a friend. not a good friend so to say, but one that you don’t mind hanging out with. he remembered your reaction to him showing you a picture of all his friends, and he still hears your tone in the way you muttered, “i’d wanna fuck them all.” so that’s just what he decided to give to you, a present for almost getting through another semester of college.
“hey pretty, who do you want first?”
your brows instinctively raised as you heard him talk, his sugary sweet voice pulling you in as his fingers went down to hold your chin.
“you can pick any of us to start with. we’ll all give you a good time, baby.” another distinct voice (riwoo’s) reached your ears as you felt your body tensing up. jaehyun’s hold on you got stronger as he pulled you closer to him, an evident bulge pressed against you.
you’ve been in situations akin, the rare threesomes making their way between the normal 2-way sex. but five people? not really something you would have imagined you would experience in your lifetime. but it excited you as you felt those five pairs of eyes staring at you, waiting for your order before they got to serving you whatever you wished for. your eyes darted between taesan and sungho at first, but finally, you lifted your finger up, pointing straight at the only one who hadn’t said a word yet.
at the motion, sungho stepped away, eyeing jaehyun to do the same. leehan then closed in on you before pulling you to him, his hands wrapping around your waist as his lips met your neck. contrary to his, what you thought was, docile nature, he seemed eager to taste you. he didn’t even hesitate to slip a hand under your ribbed white tank top, gemstones making a design on top of your chest, his cold touch making you wince.
the rest of the boys gave it a couple minutes before getting closer, the two who’d already touched you going back by your side. you felt the slight tug at your wrist as sungho brought your hand up to kiss it, soft pecks following up your limbs. and on the other side, jaehyun did the very same, following the elder's lead.
it was just riwoo and taesan who watched, with the latter setting up his camera to record what happened while he took a couple breaks to just stare at the scene before him. and the former? he walked up behind you to move the hair at the back of your head to kiss your neck.
the attention you got from each of them made your body tingle as you imagined everything that could happen. the limitations of one’s body also slipped out of your head as greed began overtaking your mind, soft moans escaping as you felt your panty getting wet at thinking of who will take care of you first.
“ok guys, tape’s rolling!”
in an instant, they all stopped as your eyes fluttered beautifully up at taesan. jaehyun took your hand to lead you to the bed, sitting you down. and then he followed, kneeling before you as he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face against your stomach and crotch. you looked back to watch the rest of them watching the scene then, biting your lower lip as the pit in your stomach grew fiery.
“what do you want, princess? or… should we decide?”
the blond’s voice sounded cocky, yet surprisingly surrendered as he folded his arms in front of his chest. the veins on his forearms popped as your eyes trailed down to where his bulge showed, his grey sweatpants doing nothing to hide it.
in the midst of it though, you felt the boy between your legs kiss your clothed stomach. he was too eager, like a puppy who could barely wait. so without a word, you looked down as you moved your hand to his hair, pushing him against you harder.
what jaehyun ached for came far too quick as he licked at your pants, not even caring that they were covering the real deal. leehan chuckled at his desperation, moving to sit by your side as his hands moved to pull your pants down. that way, the puppy could at least lick the thin cloth of your panties. then, leehan met your neck again, kissing softly as you moaned when he did so at just the right spot.
taesan watched the whole thing go down as he undressed you completely in his mind. he didn’t want to be the one to make a move yet though, leaving it up to his friends so that he could save himself as your last.
in the meantime, riwoo got out of his clothes, leaving his simple maroon boxers on as he moved to the other side of where you lay. he mimicked leehan, bending down to kiss your body, his hands wandering below your tank top to fondle the bra beneath. “wanna suck your nipples,” he says, whispering into your skin as you feel your panties get pooled with arousal.
the smell of it drives jaehyun insane as he presses his nose hard against you, his licks getting aggressive as he palms his bulge. and if it wasn’t for sungho’s grip on the puppy's head as he pulled the latter away from your heat, jaehyun really could’ve cum. but instead of whining at the lack of contact, he was back at licking you properly, since the oldest helped you out of your soiled underwear.
“there, now eat her out properly.”
jaehyun nodded as his tongue lapped around your clit, making you arch your back up against the other two boys greedily touching your upper body. you would have to say though, every touch has you reeling over, and it’s only the beginning. so what more could you possibly handle?
after a couple minutes of being pampered like so, you finally felt close enough to say it out loud, but instead of your promised bliss, you heard jaehyun let out a yelp as sungho yanked his face away from you, forcing him to let go. “you,” he snapped at leehan, pointing his fingers behind you, “spank as i say.”
the brunette got in place immediately, the other two boys falling back as they watched. taesan stayed on the sidelines as he’d been, the camera still rolling as he took it off the stand to be handheld now. then, he walked over to where sungho sat.
the unbuttoning then slow undoing of the zipper made you anticipate so much as you looked up at the blond haired boy from where you laid. by now, you figured he was the one the rest of the boys listened to, so you too felt shivers every time he opened his mouth. before he took his dick out though, he moved your body (rather easily) to lie on your side, you facing him as your ass stuck out prettily for leehan behind. and then he pulled his waistband down, his sheer girth making you gulp at the sight.
he tilted his head as he saw you, a subtle smirk coming out as he tapped your cheeks. it was a signal to open up, to take him, so you gulped once more in preparation, opening your mouth and waiting. sungho fixed his neck soon after, looking at leehan as he nodded.
smack!
you’re met with a sharp sting shooting up your body, your throat letting out an open mouthed moan on contact. sungho moved to fit his tip in your mouth at the sound, your tongue licking the slit as his head tilted back. “already making me feel good, huh?”
“hyung, that’s her job, she knows. so don’t worry about holding back,” tasan said from behind the camera, pointing it in the direction of your face.
you sucked softly as you struggled to decide who to look at. at sungho who you’re pleasuring? at taesan who’s taking the video? at riwoo who palms his bulge at the sight?
so you just close your eyes, but instead are met with another spank. “eyes on us, pretty.”
leehan soothed you where he just hit, softly rubbing the sensitive spot. a faint pink colored your skin under where he touched. but… he wasn’t satisfied with the shade yet. so he looked up at sungho for permission, easily getting it. he spanked you again, and each time he spanked, you choked around sungho’s length, him progressively stuffing himself deeper until all you could taste was his salty precum falling directly into your throat, vibrating generously with each hit.
meanwhile, your catty friend caught everything on tape, shooting it like this was a movie for the cinema. he simply had to.
on the floor, jaehyun sat impatiently, his view being too good not to masturbate as his hands moved along his length at a furious speed, him biting his lips to hold the sounds in. he makes eye contact with leehan from time to time as he does so, adding unknown stimulation to his pent up needs. he just doesn’t let himself cum though, saving it for you.
your mouth feels so full as you hollow your cheeks, trying really hard to please the man despite barely knowing him. it’s his aura, really, that has you adopting such a mindset.
sungho tries to keep himself quiet, opting for labored breaths, because the words from your friend keep replaying in his mind….
“don’t kiss. don’t mark. and don’t make any sounds. i want hers to be the only ones recorded.”
just then, the blond grabs your hair tight, his hot cum spurting into the back of your throat as he feels you lick up under his shaft, feeling proud of you for getting one out of him. he shudders as he slowly pulls out, your saliva and his seed mixed together as a string of it keeps you both connected, eventually separating to land on your chin.
at that, taesan finally touches you in bed, his thumb swiping over the wet mess before he pushes it back into your mouth. you diligently suck as he does so, looking into the camera that he looks at you through carefully.
the way you look leaves him pulsing. but he waits. he waits until it’s his turn.
“so, who’s next?” your friend says, looking around as he anticipates the next volunteer. before anyone could speak, jaehyun got up, standing between your parted legs. the boys shifted around at his insistence, riwoo being heard grumbling because he wanted to be next, but ultimately letting the puppy boy have his turn all too soon.
now, as jaehyun stands, you feel your body being moved so that you rested on taesan’s clothed chest. the brunette leaned down to suck on your nipples, having removed your top and bra off before settling on top of your friend, so you were completely naked to the 5 pairs of eyes who looked at you like wolves marking their deer. and the ginger… well, he could barely wait anymore for his turn, impatiently sitting by your side as he simply touched your skin. he knew that if he did anything more, he’d have to fight jaehyun to secure his pleasure.
“can’t wait anymore,” jaehyun says briefly before pushing into you, his precum acting like lube to help him easily slide into your aching hole. the pleasure shot up through your spine as you groaned, the camera picking up everything you let out because of how close taesan held it to you, even the simplest of gasps. the boy barely thrusts into you before he had to hold onto your thighs for support, his own legs shaking with need as he looked up to make eye contact with you. “y/n…”
you look at him as you wrap your legs around his waist, helping him get secured in his position so that you could feel the way he pulses inside of you. “it’s ok, just keep going.” your voice sounds nurturing, encouraging him to continue. and as much as you wanted to say it for him, you more-so meant it for you. honestly, you needed to get fucked.
riwoo’s fingers flicked your nipple as he heard you speak, feeling a bit jealous at the lack of attention on him. he needed some action too, so he decided to take matters into his own hands as he stood up to go stand behind jaehyun.
“she’s not just yours,” he whispers into the puppy’s ears, hands prying apart your legs that had just locked jaehyun in place, before settling in behind him. his hands went up to pinch jaehyun’s nipples as he pushed his length through between his thighs. and essentially, riwoo took control as he slammed his hips into the gap, leading jaehyun to thrust into you at the pace he set.
the rest of the boys got… too aroused, watching how their friends were having their own moment. you could feel taesan’s breaths become labored as his cheat rose and fell under you, and from the corner of your eyes, you could see that leehan was rutting into the mattress.
the sex in the air was all too great to handle as everyone’s heat grew. and from how jaehyun shook with each thrust, you (and everyone) could tell that he was all too close to cumming inside of you.
sungho’s voice commanded the room once again as he spoke out, “jaehyun.” with just a simple tut of his chin up and away, riwoo pulled the boy out of you, having him cum over your stomach as jaehyun’s body slumped back against the older man behind him.
“there, i got you,” riwoo said as he moved him to lie on the bed beside you.
as he got up, sungho pulled out a condom from the nightstand of the room, also dimming the lights to create a moodier setting, to toss at the ginger before moving back on the creaking bed to sit next to leehan, his body slumped over ever since he’d spanked you according to the blond’s commands. “come on, let’s get you some relief as well,” he told the brunette, sitting him up.
as sungho grabbed your hand, you already knew what you were supposed to do, and were even eager to do it. but riwoo filled you up just as you were about to exhibit any semblance of control, pulling out a drawn out moan instead. so as you tried to jerk off leehan, you couldn’t bear to feel his sharp thrusts almost bruise you. he wasn’t even too big for you to feel like so, but it was all in his pace and harshness.
you knew that if sungho was the one who was doing so to you right now, you’d be left gaping from his girth. if leehan had been the one in you right now, he’d reach in so much deeper. jaehyun you’ve already felt, and god he felt good for being the first one in you. but you did wonder… what about taesan?
he didn’t look like he had the urge to touch you as badly as the others, but that was so far from the truth.
taesan has been aching for it, longing for it, even dreaming of a chance. but he is waiting patiently, watching you have your fantasy fulfilled even though it was something you just said in passing. he knew that if you were fucked out just enough, you would be begging to have one in your pussy, one in your ass, one in your mouth, and one between your tits. and right now, he just wants to capture that moment before finally giving himself to you.
riwoo’s pace didn't back down, his hands gripping onto your hips as you tightly shut your eyes. at the moment, it was just you and him, and nobody could disrupt the euphoria surging through you as you felt him hit your g-spot so effectively every time. you couldn’t help but moan out his name, leaving your friend a tad bit jealous. it was supposed to be his name coming out of your mouth right now.
“hyung, stop please.”
taesan’s voice ripped away the pleasure that built up within you as riwoo pulled out, the ginger visibly confused as to why he even said that. there was a plan after all, so why is the one behind it all deviating from it?
the answer is simple. feelings.
taesan feels things for you, so hearing another man’s name come out of your mouth in such an intimate setting finally pushed him over the edge.
he moved you to lie on the bed as he got off the mattress, leaving you looking at him through lidded eyes. his usual graphic tee adorning the name of a rock band you weren’t familiar with got taken off as he unbuckled his belt, jeans falling right away.
and the camera… simply stayed on the side as he made his way back on the bed. sungho knew what taesan was thinking before he could even utter a word, stroking your cheeks. he still had leehan in mind though, so the position he told you and him to switch into made no sense… at first.
leehan lied under you, almost like you were going to 69 with him as you lowered your wet pussy to his face. riwoo was a bit frustrated at the change in position, because that made it harder to fuck your hole. but instead, he decided he wanted to fuck somwhere else.
his thumb rubbed against the skin of your tight asshole, swiping up your slick to try and push into you. meanwhile, taesan’s cock slapped your face, your eyes straining to look up at him. sungho helped line leehan’s cock between your tits as he hold you to hold them together, and then told jaehyun, still fucked out yet watching, to get the camera.
the puppy hurried to his side to get it, video still recording as he set up the device the way taesan had in the beginning. and then he watched the scene happening from behind.
sungho held leehan’s dick in place as taesan put his cock into your mouth that stretched as wide as possible to accommodate him. he wasn’t thick like sungho, but he had the inches, and it made you see stars as he hit the back of your throat instantly. you were gagging around him as the faint sounds of sungho’s voice told you to breathe through your nose.
but unlike the oldest, the boys behind you… they didn’t help you one bit, riwoo successfully pushing his thumb into you as his free hand worked on himself to cum. leehan’s head was at the edge of the bed as well, and every time he wasn’t busy eating you out, he looked at riwoo. his whiny voice called out for him a couple times later, begging for something. “hyung, you can u-use me too,” he called out, doe-like eyes looking up at the ginger.
riwoo kept pulsing his thumb inside of you, smirking as he heard leehan. the condom he wore was taken out a while back, so he pushed into leehan’s awaiting mouth as his grip on your butt tightened. “f-fuck,” he shuddered, tilting his head back as he got the relief he’d been aching for. a couple thrusts in, and he was already cumming in the boy’s mouth, pulling out slowly. some of it got on leehan’s chin too, but the youngest didn’t care as he got back to licking your cunt with need, arousals from multiple people mixing together as he ate you out with pleasure.
as sungho helped leehan out, he couldn’t help groan as he felt jaehyun hugging him from behind, his hand coming around to pump the blond’s rising dick. then, he bit into sungho’s shoulder, earning a moan from the oldest.
“sungho hyung,” taesan glared at him, his hands in your hair now as his cock shut you up from moaning anyone else’s names. at his tone, sungho bit his lips to keep his noises in, shuddering at jaehyun’s touch.
everything felt all too much for you as you let go of squeezing your boobs together for leehan, arms going up to hug taesan’s waist instead. you heard shuffling from the people on the bed, but you were too busy with yourself to notice that riwoo moved to lie beside leehan, his spot being taken over by sungho.
despite the sting on his back, sungho stood tall as he lined himself up with your hole, pushing into your aching pussy as leehan tried to keep eating you out, lips puckered around your clit. jaehyun moved with him, hands feeling up the boy as his mouth worked wonders on his pale skin, coloring him all shades of reds and blues. he just wanted to keep his mouth busy really, and since he couldn’t do it on your body, it doesn’t hurt to do so on sungho’s.
the familiar position you were in finally gave you something to look forward to as you clenched around sungho, cheeks hollowing out as much as possible to accommodate taesan in your mouth.
“squeezing so tight…” sungho groaned out.
but, riwoo didn’t fail to add, “but her asshole would be so much tighter.”
“yeah? gonna have to test that out later then,” the blond replied, his veiny dick throbbing inside you as he set a good rhythm.
within seconds, the knot in your core began tightening up again as you held onto taesan tighter, eyes watery with tears as he began pulling out. sungho’s deep and slow thrusts combined with leehan’s tongue working on you made you feel dizzy as you felt taesan cup your cheek. “focus, sweetheart,” he muttered, voice softer than ever as he tried not to lose control over himself. you moaned in response, vibrations hitting his lengthy cock as he cursed shortly after. you were going to be the death of him if you kept being like this…
when riwoo wasn’t jerking off leehan, he helped with wiping away your drool from time to time, done for now as he just lied down to rest up. he had a goal in mind to fuck your tight little asshole though, not planning to end his time with you just yet.
your body rocked back and forth as sungho and taesan matched their paces, the latter beginning to fuck into your mouth. you whined as you held in your orgasm, edging yourself so you could keep feeling the intense pleasure you were getting from everyone all around you. the bed creaked on and on with every push, the weakened wood of the years old lodging starting to feel like a threat. but who cares? broken beds are just a sign of good sex. that’s the hotel room’s purpose after all.
shame dissolved into sweat as everyone kept their place, almost all nearing the edge at the constant movements. where some felt more sensitive to the touch, others got needier for it. the camera recorded it all to be seen later, a way to store these memories without having to worry about forgetting them.
you couldn’t hold on any longer, your voice muffled as you cried out about feeling close. the only person who could really tell that you were was sungho, your cum coating his dick as he pulled out. “came all over me… didn’t even let me fuck you properly baby.”
he pushed back inside, his fingers rubbing your clit that had previously been stimulated by leehan’s mouth, hips slamming into you as his hand went to push your lower back downwards. you groan at the touch, pulling your mouth out of taesan’s hold as saliva and precum drops on to leehan’s legs and the bedsheets. you look beautiful to him, all messed up, and taesan hadn’t even come in you yet.
your whole body shifted as you yelped at how sungho handled you, lifting your leg up which led you to lose balance and fall beside leehan, taking the space opposite to where riwoo had been occupying. streams of curses fell out of your mouth as your body writhed in overstimulation.
“just a little more, pretty, hang on,” he grunted out, hoisting your leg up and tightening his grip around it. he was close too, drilling into you like a fuck machine as jaehyun’s marking dimmed down to light pecks on the back of the blond’s neck. he was desperate to let out his neediness, his thrusts eventually dying down to simple sporadic jerks as he came in you.
“s-sung—” you started, but before you could continue, taesan had leaned down to kiss your lips. one single long kiss as he held you by your cheeks, letting go with darkened eyes as he spoke:
“only say my name.”
something in the air shifted when he said those 4 simple words. yet, it sounded like they held so much more behind them as taesan kissed you once again.
you hadn’t been kissed all night, you realized, as you threw yourself against him, the boy helping you sit up as your back arched into him while your lips worked wonders against each other. you got simply so engrossed in it that you let out soft whimpers, one of his hands holding the back of your head as the other pressed onto where sungho had moments prior.
he just needed it to be his turn now. finally. at last.
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a/n: hi guys! everyone's freaky! hooray! happy halloween! i kinda lost my mind towards the end of this, but so did everyone else in the fic xoxo please tell me what you guys think of this ALSO LAST KINKTOBER FIC! what the flip... excited to open asks back up again tomorrow though <3 happy early no nut november 😈 giggling ok im gonna sybau ENJOY <3333 and don't hate me for how trash it is ok? i tried! and also!! big thanks to my rosypie @taestulipss for giving me the amazing plot idea with jealous yet in control taesan hehe love u my cutie 🫶
getting hit on while they're in a relationship (bnd) ˚ · .
ot6 reaction, fluff, this is a little unserious, established relationship
warnings: reader is referred to as girlfriend
more under the cut!
a/n: i had way too much fun writing this one >#<! thank you for requesting, anon!!!
sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚
𐙚₊˚ he'll be waiting in line to grab your favorite cafe order on his way home when someone suddenly taps him on his shoulder
𐙚₊˚ the girl would be like "hi. i'm sorry if this is weird, but you're really attractive. can i get your number?"
𐙚₊˚ sungho would probably handle it normally, smiling politely before shaking his head
𐙚₊˚ he'd simply say "i have a girlfriend" before turning back around, but then the girl goes "so what?"
𐙚₊˚ he spins around so quick, gravity literally stops, his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked because huh?
𐙚₊˚ "excuse me?"
𐙚₊˚ he's genuinely so offended, and the girl just smiles at him before nudging her phone at him
𐙚₊˚ he'd be like "you're insane." before leaving the cafe, immediately calling you in a huff
𐙚₊˚ he's so fired up, just recounting the entire event to you and you're giggling from the other end of the line because he's so cute when he's upset
𐙚₊˚ "are you laughing at me? seriously?"
𐙚₊˚ and you'd just be like "so does that mean i'm not getting my coffee...?"
˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo
𐙚₊˚ he's waiting for his churro order to be called while you secure a spot in the long ferris wheel line when a girl taps him on the arm
𐙚₊˚ at first, he thinks its you and that you just got bored of waiting, so he turns around with a big smile
𐙚₊˚ his smile drops so fast when it's a stranger, holding out her phone with an empty contact screen
𐙚₊˚ she'll be like "can i get your number?" with a smile and riwoo starts wishing you could teleport here to scare her off for him
𐙚₊˚ he immediately starts to internally freak out because this never usually happens to him so he's just blinking at her
𐙚₊˚ he's literally about to pass out, palms getting sweaty
𐙚₊˚ he hates confrontation so he just quietly bows a bit and goes "no sorry." before quickly grabbing his order, scurrying off with the churros in tow
𐙚₊˚ as soon as he makes it back to you, there's the biggest pout on his face... he literally saw his life flash before his eyes
𐙚₊˚ he confesses right away because it makes him feel even more anxious to not tell you, so he goes "someone tried to get my number" before pursing his lips
𐙚₊˚ you'll laugh a bit and be like "did you give it to them?" and he'd be like "no??? baby don't joke like that" ><
jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚
𐙚₊˚ mr. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I'M MARRIED!!!"
𐙚₊˚ one of his old friends from high school would approach him at some group hangout, heavily flirting and hitting on him
𐙚₊˚ at first, he would nervously laugh and look around at all his friends because he thinks she's just joking
𐙚₊˚ like he's genuinely so confused that someone would hit on him because he thought he was pretty vocal about being in a relationship
𐙚₊˚ when he realizes she's genuinely trying to get in his pants, he quickly backs away and puts his hands out in front of him
𐙚₊˚ he'd be like "i'm in a relationship" and if she persists, he gets pretty upset
𐙚₊˚ like does she really think he'd cheat on you, the most perfect person on this plant? hell no.
𐙚₊˚ "should i call my girlfriend and have her tell you herself?"
𐙚₊˚ and the girl would be like "yeah, go ahead and call your 'girlfriend'." and that would just piss jaehyun off so much, he's facetiming you right away
𐙚₊˚ smiles proudly when you cuss that girl out through the phone, successfully scaring her away
𐙚₊˚ would probably blow a bunch of kisses to the screen and say he'll be home soon so he can thank you <3
˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan
𐙚₊˚ if a girl approaches him while he's at the store, he'd literally just ignore her for as long as he can
𐙚₊˚ she'd be like "you're cute. can i have your instagram?" and he would pretend that his headphones are too loud and he can't hear anything
𐙚₊˚ (nothing's playing)
𐙚₊˚ side eyes her to keep watch like a cat, subtly trying to move further and further away from her to avoid confrontation
𐙚₊˚ in his short moment of peace, he'll text you and be like "this girl is trying to hit on me lol" and you'd be like "i told you i should've came with </3 i can't let my sexy boyfriend out in the wild by himself!!!"
𐙚₊˚ if she taps him on his shoulder, he puts on the meanest face (you guys know the one) and monotonously goes "i'm not interested."
𐙚₊˚ she'd go "well, how can i make you interested? ;)" and taesan would give her the most blank stare ever
𐙚₊˚ he'd say "fight to the death with my girlfriend and sees who wins." and then disappears down another isle before calling you
𐙚₊˚ "baby, i think i just sacrificed you on accident"
𐙚₊˚ "taesan what."
leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚
𐙚₊˚ a girl will approach him while he's at the mall buying you a gift, subtly trying to rizz him up by complimenting him
𐙚₊˚ leehan would take the compliments with grace, trying to hide his confusion as to why she's being so persistent
𐙚₊˚ finally, she'll pull out her phone and be like "can i have your number?" and that's when it'll finally click that she's hitting on him
𐙚₊˚ he just laughs a little and goes "my girlfriend wouldn't like that." and she'd go "well, your girlfriend doesn't have to know."
𐙚₊˚ his kind smile would drop so quick and he'd just look at her like ??? who the hell is this freak
𐙚₊˚ "i'm not interested. now, if you'll excuse me..." and then he's slipping past her, pulling out his phone to text you about what just happened
𐙚₊˚ smiles to himself fondly when you send a very verbal, very vulgar text cussing her out
𐙚₊˚ "read that out loud to her"
𐙚₊˚ "i'm not going to do that. i love you though."
𐙚₊˚ "i'll read it out loud myself. i'm omw."
˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak
𐙚₊˚ when a random girl asks woonhak if he's free after school, he's immediately on edge because 1. he's never seen her before and 2. she is not you
𐙚₊˚ she'd shyly be like "i've had a crush on you for a long time and wanted to get to know you better..." and woonhak would just blink at her before shaking his head with a small smile, waving his hands
𐙚₊˚ "oh, i'm sorry, i'm already in a relationship," he'd tell her and instead of her getting sad, she'd get angry
𐙚₊˚ "i don't even know why you like her." and that would set woonhak off
𐙚₊˚ he'd sit up straight and look directly into that girl's eyes with the most fiery look before defending you for at least a minute straight
𐙚₊˚ "you will never be y/n, so keep her name out of your mouth. i love my girlfriend! how dare you even----" and he just goes on and on and on and on
𐙚₊˚ the girl would probably leave the room in tears, rushing past you as you enter the empty classroom to meet woonhak
𐙚₊˚ "what was that about?" you ask as woonhak comes over to hug you, resting his chin on top of your head with a small smile
summary. there are two things to know about han taesan. one, han taesan is hard to understand, and two, han taesan does not like you. it turns out that neither of these are particularly true.
pairing. han taesan x reader
genre. fluff, college/university!au
word count. 1.3k
warnings/notes. brief mention of drinks being spiked (not from MCs) // reader has mid to long hair
from bliss. in love with the concept of taesan looking so cool but being the most idiotic specimen on earth but even i think he’s questionable here 🧍♀️ nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did! reblogs are welcomed with open arms :D
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taesan has always been a bit of an enigma.
he dresses like your typical emo skater boy, but is obsessed with chococat. he hates being called a cat, but has all kinds of cat-related accessories for his outfits. he looks like he would never be seen within a five-meter radius of any dessert, but always has five packs of pudding in his bag.
but above all, what truly confuses you is how he treats you.
for starters, taesan doesn’t like you.
at the very least, he’s uncomfortable around you.
that’s a well-established fact. has been, ever since you started hanging out with jaehyun and naturally integrated with the rest of his group. taesan has always kept his distance with you, even after you’ve grown close enough with everyone else for them to show up at your door unannounced. whenever it comes to you, he’s always chosen to be at the sidelines, walk a few steps behind, pipe up with minimal responses.
but it’s not like you have anything against him for that. you know it’s impossible for everyone to get along, even if it’s within the same friend group—especially when you joined later than everyone else—and it’s not like taesan has ever said or done anything offensive to you; he just . . . tolerates you.
as easily as your friends welcomed you with open arms, you simply accepted that that’s just how it’ll be between the two of you; floating in parallel orbits without ever reaching each other. and you’re okay with that.
. . . despite your tiny, little crush on him.
you don’t know when it started, but from some moment onwards, you frequently found your eyes drifting towards taesan. on monday, when the lecture is particularly boring; on wednesday, when the lecturer enters ten minutes late; on thursday, when his smile is especially blinding and there are strands of white fur on his black tee.
so, maybe your crush isn’t actually minuscule, and the chances of it being reciprocated are less than zero, but you can live with it. that’s just how taesan is with you.
but that’s also why it’s confusing when taesan does things that are so . . . uncharacteristic.
like when you’re having lunch at the cafeteria, and he casually picks up the banchan on his own tray to replenish yours. or when you let out a whisper that you’re cold, and he’s the first to remove his jacket to drape it over you. or when you once dug through your bag and pockets to find a hair tie before settling with a pen, and from then on you always see him with a hair tie on his wrist.
it’s even more confusing when you stare at him afterwards, equal parts flustered and fluttery, and all he does is look back at you in question, as if asking you “what's up?”, like what he did was nothing out of the ordinary; like it’s something he has no problem doing for you; like it’s something as normal as breathing.
and then, when you’re left to wonder what exactly it means, losing sleep and sanity, taesan would show up the next day, acting as usual—distant, aloof, withdrawn.
as much of a whiplash it is, you can’t say it’s particularly surprising. taesan, in all his enigmatic glory, has always been difficult to understand, to comprehend, to grasp.
but right now, you might be a step closer to figuring him out.
“don’t.” taesan’s hand is around your wrist, grip firm but gentle. he’s huffing a little, hair disheveled. it’s clear he had been running towards you, but you haven’t a single clue why.
“what . . . are you doing?” you look at your wrist, the way his hand engulfs it entirely, and then to his eyes. his pupils are so deep and dark that you’re drawn in immediately, and it’s then that you realise: you and taesan have never looked at each other face-to-face, this close before.
instead of looking away, which is what you expected and what he would have done, he does something completely uncharacteristic, once again.
for the first time, taesan takes a step inside your orbit.
your breath hitches at the proximity, and you almost want to ask if jaehyun is around the corner, filming this as a poor idea of a prank. but it’s taesan who’s in front of you, and he would never agree to anything like that. especially not when he’s looking at you like . . . that.
it’s so intense that you have to look away, find a spot on the gravel to ground yourself. but that doesn’t last long, because you’re immediately pulled back to him when he speaks, just like a force to a satellite.
“don’t have dinner with him,” he says—commands.
under normal circumstances, you might have butterflies. be thrilled, even. because this implies that he had been thinking about you; that what you do does affect him.
but right now, what you feel is something closer to indignation. you’re all dolled up, ready to meet someone new and have some fun, and hopefully rid yourself of your chronic illness of pining. but then the reason for all this comes and demands like you owe him?
before you can chew him out, taesan speaks again, and all the words on the tip of your tongue immediately melt away.
“he’s a terrible person.” he clenches his jaw. “has a reputation for . . . tampering with people’s drinks.” his grip on you tightens. “and i overheard him offering to take someone else out tomorrow.
“so . . .” he softens, his fingers slackened against your skin, “don’t go out with him.”
“i. . . .” you open your mouth but shut it immediately. this was the last thing you expected him to say when he came up to you, so you’re not entirely sure how to reply. you decide to say the most appropriate thing first: “thank you for telling me.
“but . . .” you continue before he adds anything, “why?”
“why?” taesan repeats, reeling back in surprise. “what do you mean?”
“why . . . did you come all the way here?” you tilt your head in question. “your class just ended, didn’t it? that means you ran all the way from campus to my dorm to tell me this. which i’m super grateful for, of course!” you add quickly. “but i’m just . . . confused.” internally, you wonder when you’re ever not confused by him. “a phone call would have sufficed.”
taesan blinks, as if he hadn’t thought about that.
“oh.” he lets out. “that . . . wasn’t on my mind.” he scratches his nape. “i just wanted to see you.”
you freeze, your brain short-circuiting. it takes a while to recover, but even then, taesan is still looking at you like he hadn’t just spewed out your new sleep-deprivation material, like it’s truly something as normal as breathing for him.
“taesan.” you call out, and the way his thumb brushes your skin in response sends a jolt down your spine. “do you . . .” you pause, rethinking your wording, before deciding on a far safer option. “are we good?”
“huh?” he tilts his head, wondering if you’re making a joke. when he sees that you’re not, he answers definitively. “of course.”
you let out a shaky breath, unconsciously leaning towards him. so . . . you’re good. taesan doesn’t dislike you. that’s good enough—no, way better news than anything.
“okay.” you nod, and a strike of confidence hits you. emboldened by the newfound knowledge, you inch closer. “i’m all dressed up, but i just found out my date is an asshole. what should i do, taesan?”
“huh?” taesan looks flustered, and you revel in that information now that the smokescreen blocking your vision has disappeared. “you . . . can still go out?” his tone is hesitant and clumsy, but nothing short of endearing.
“right.” you nod. “so go out with me, taesan.”
taesan splutters. “w–what?”
“be my date instead, taesan.”
and for the first time, you know what his answer is going to be.
