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SUM. deny it all you want, but dongha’s got a certain effect on you.

(WHC MLST) . baek dongha x gn!reader · blood/injuries, flirty, nerdy-ish!reader, neighbors to ? (implied neighbors to lovers), after eunjang vs. union fight

you’re nose deep in a textbook at a time where your eyes really should be shut when a knock sounds at your window. you simply raise the volume of your speaker, study playlist filling the room as you choose to ignore the outside world and civilization. it works for a while too, and you just about get back into the groove until the tapping gets louder.

you lower the music, squinting to look at what it could be, and groan, loud enough for the person at your window to hear. making your way over, you begrudgingly open the window. you don’t even get a chance to let him in, as his heavy body tumbles through the window and hits the floor with a groan.

“get up.” your tone is sharp. “you’re getting dirt, and.. blood, all over my floor.” he mumbles a damn under his breath, and you ignore him, continuing your nagging, “and did you need to climb through my window? you live in the same building. just use the door like a normal person.”

“didn’t want anyone following me.” dongha says, voice a little raspy, probably from yelling. you take him in a moment, rolling your eyes, not even trying to think of what he was doing to look the way he did.

“come on. get out.” you sighed, leading him outside of your bedroom and through the living room. dongha sits on top of your kitchen counter, and you’re so ready to yell at him for it until you see just how much he winces when he hops up there.

after pulling the ever-growing first aid from your bathroom, you make your way to where he’s sitting, about to light a cigarette. immediately you pull it from his lips and toss it in the trash, receiving a glare from him but surprisingly no argument.

even while sitting down, you still have to crane your neck to look at him. with a warm, wet cloth, you begin wiping at the blood on his lips and cheeks. there’s countless spots on his face and jaw that are swollen, split open by whoever he was fighting with.

your finger dips into some ointment, rubbing it over all the cuts and bruises. he’s lucky it’s nothing serious. he’s lucky that your parents are doctors and lucky you’ve learned basic skills.

dongha is actually quite compliant throughout the process, staying silent like you always beg him to be when this happens. you’d think, from a kid to a young adult, he’d have grown out of his ways. but he was always the same.

“you’re being oddly good. it’s weird.” you say, hoping to mask your bashfulness when you begin running your finger over his lip, covering it in ointment where the skin is broken.

he smirks, “i’ve already-” without thinking, you speak over him, murmuring about how he’ll split it open again, grabbing his face to stop his smile. he continues despite you talking, fighting back a laugh at your sudden touchy nature. “-pissed you off enough, haven’t i? can’t hurt to be a little nice.”

“that’s a first.” you say, ignoring anything else he says while trying not to be squeamish as you place butterfly bandages over his skin, standing on your tiptoes to do so. dongha was never nice. he just spares you, uses you whenever he gets into trouble.

under the dimmed lights of your kitchen, his gaze is hard on your eyes, your cheeks so flushed they match the color of his wounds.

you finish up, throwing away your trash and putting your first aid kit away. it’s a miracle, really, how you managed to push through it with his incessant yapping and what he thinks is flirting, but it’s done. when you come back from putting everything away, he’s still there, having moved to the couch, laying down with his arm covering his eyes.

“are you staying?” you ask, scoffing when you see that he still has his shoes on, ripping them off his feet and bringing them to your front door.

he sits up, his smile full of surprise and flirtatious intent. “oh, so i have a choice now? what’s gotten into you, sweetheart?”

you roll your eyes, pushing his legs off the arm of your couch to sit on it. “if you don’t answer my question, i’ll do it for you.”

“i’ll stay, then. it’s too much work to walk home.” he groans, obnoxiously loud, stretching as he sinks into your couch cushions. you get up again.

“you live like two doors down, dongha, don’t be ridiculous,” you call out from down the hallway, reaching into your hall closet for a spare blanket, and a pillow from your bed for him to sleep with. without much care, you throw them in his direction, a grunt sounding when they hit his body.

“aww, i can’t stay in your bed?” he fake pouts, laughing when you give him the most disgusted look while standing over him.

“you stink. and you’re dirty. and bloody.” you say, arms crossed. “and don’t forget… you know what time to leave before my parents get-”

“yeah, yeah. i know.” dongha says with a curt tone.

he then sits upright, patting the spot next to him. you sit down, the gap between you big enough to keep you comfortable, but still awkward. he leans back, truly making himself comfortable (as if he hadn’t already) by manspreading. he turns to you, appearance lazy and tired, yet full of teasing and defiant energy.

“that wasn’t a no, was it?” he teases, leaning in close. he’s not even trying anything, simply invading your space to get a rise out of you. your eyes widen, leaning back for every inch he gets closer. the inside of your body is on fire, getting even worse when you accidentally look down at his lips. and of course, he notices, his sly grin only getting bigger.

“i-” you sigh, your head falling into your hands. he leans in even closer, arm falling around your back. you shake your head, kicking your feet in a fit of nerves, or who knows what even.

“you’re always so bossy, but you don’t have much to say now, hm?” you peek through your fingers and see him right next to you, at face level, and flinch. he smiles, leaning back in his seat like he had before.

YOU SAW NOTHING ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ WEAK HERO CLASS BOYS

pairing; weak hero class boys (individually) x fem!reader

Sypnosis; Someone interrupted your guys' moment, and things became super awkward...

Yeosang's speaking; i like this idea.

word count; 2,981

warnings; making out, getting caught, smut (but not that explicit).

includes; yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok, go hyuntak, park humin, seo juntae, kang wooyoung, geum seongje, na baekjin.

listening to; (when you gonna) give it up to me by Sean Paul and Keyshia Cole ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

❝ Just a kiss ❞ - ❤︎

synopsis: request^^

content warnings: kissing 😰

an: so sorry to the anon who requested this Ik I took VERY long to respond <33

taglist: @kimchilabubu67 , @aliceskzfan , @christinamadsen , @heartshapesandcigarettes , @toxicpia , @b3kisses , @irrelevantgod , @hoonnri, @butter-scout , @d1m-cataclysm.

How Sieun, Suho and Oh Beomseok would react finding out you c#t

SHORT

------------------------Sieun------------------------

How Sieun found out it was when you guys was studying and your sleeve rolled up and he she's your old scars.

Sieun paused at first, but he didnt talk about it if you didnt feel comfortable talking about it.

He would give you stuff it fidget with, like squishy, or any fidgets

------------------------Suho------------------------

Suho was laying with you. He was playing with your hands as he feels those scars on your arm.

He also would pause. But then he also would understand. He would ask why you cut but he didnt push things with you.

He would hold your hands more. And give you more stuff to write and fidgets.

---------------------Beomseok----------------------

He probably has some of his own.. you guys was just talking in his room (father wasnt there) he sees the some what new scars. Beomseok would ask why.

He would listen to you talk about it. If you started crying he would try to calm you down.

He would draw stars on your scars and kiss your scars.

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NOTE

This isnt that good but its something I like it.

Hope you like it. I have dyslexia so pls tell me if I missed up on something.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟  ill keep u my dirty little secret 03 .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing: wolf keum x reader ⌗ series 

wc: 1.1k

ᯓ★ masterlist ⌗ prev chap ⌗ next chap

summary: wolf keum doesnt do soft, so who would have guessed ganghak’s top student who was the complete opposite of him had somthing going on with him?

content warning: swearing, slightly ooc wolf?

genre: fluff

A/N: omg i finally finished this after days of procrastinating, sorry for the wait gngs, i tried to make this better than the past chapters so hope u like it! ps. i put my masterlist at the beginning instead of the end now heh

Your stomach dropped, you didn’t even realise he was looking at you, more than that— smirking? you were definitely gonna beat his ass later.

“…What?” you ask nervously, wanting to leave already.

Seo jin squints a bit, glancing between you and Wolf,

“…Nothing,” Seo jin mutters, “Its just weird how he was staring at you..” 

You scoff immediately, “H-huh? Why would he be staring at me?” you stammer, “He despises girls like me.” you quickly drag your friends back in your classroom.

The whole day, you kept thinking about the smirk.

It was annoying, but no matter how much you tried focusing on class, your mind kept going back to the way wolf looked at you like he saw something funny.

As your mind kept going back to his smirk, you quietly check your phone and send a message,

“hello??? why’d you look at me like thatt?”

wolf you’re gonna get us caught dummy.

While you were unfocused on lessons, Wolf was across the building smoking another cigarette when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket.

princess🩰: hello??? why’d you look at me like thatt?

wolf you’re gonna get us caught dummy.

Wolf quietly scoffs before replying,

“relax princess i was subtle. your detective friend was just annoying.”

princess🩰: dont call her that, and your lackeys noticed too.

princess🩰: whatever, if we get caught its your fault.

He scoffs at your reply before texting back.

“lmaoo love u too princess.”

When you got the reply, you roll your eyes immediately after reading it, “Idiot.” you thought.

Before you could reply, the bell suddenly rang making you quickly lock your phone and sit up straighter in your seat.

After that, the day passed painfully slow, no matter how much you tried paying attention to your friends random conversations, your eyes kept drifting to his smirk and the clock.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, the bell finally rang.

Almost immediately, you packed your things as quickly as possible and fast walked to the exit and headed to the ballet studio, you wanted to get your mind off him so bad.

Not long after, you found yourself inside the familiar studio, the soft music already calming yourself.

You quietly set your bag in your locker, tying the ribbons on your ballet shoes.

While practicing, you felt yourself finally relax after everything.

The next hour passed in a blur, today seemed more calming and fun compared to your past days, was it because of the stress, or how Wolf looked at you? you couldn’t tell.

Outside the studio, Wolf sat lazily on a nearby bench with a blunt in between his hands, far enough so that no one would see him, but close enough to see you.

He wasn’t sure why he was there, actually— he knew exactly why he was there.

Through the large windows, he could see you moving across the floor with the rest of the dancers, you looked so calm and peaceful, your moves being graceful while he stared at you, feeling dirty and some scars on his knuckles.

It was weird, seeing you here felt completely different from seeing you at school.

No perfect uniform, no friends glued to your side, just you.

Wolf sighed slowly, “You’re such a nerd” he muttered to himself, yet he didn’t look away once.

It was weird, he was filthy, always covered in bruises and everyone feared him, but you? you were loved by almost everyone, your soft smile capturing everyone around you, “I’m dirty, what the hell do you even see in me?” he always asked himself.

After an hour, practice finally ended and everyone starts packing up.

You weren’t sure when the feeling started, maybe while fixing your bag? but you had a gut feeling someone was watching you.

The feeling became impossible to ignore, until the point where you glanced towards the large studio windows and immediately your stomach dropped.

Wolf. Leaning against a nearby bench with one of his hands shoved in his pocket while he had a blunt in between his fingers, looking directly at you.

Your eyes widened, what the hell was he doing here? after that little smirk at school, for a second, you felt relieved—

then immediately horrified. What if someone saw him again?

You quickly looked away before anyone noticed and rushed to pack your bag.

When you walked out of the studio, Wolf was still there, waiting for you. Part of you wanted to be annoyed, but you were already smiling before you even reached him.

“What’ya doing here?” you asked while looking up at him,

Wolf shrugged before answering, “Bored.”

You looked at him before speaking, “You’re a really bad liar.”

“Maybe.”

You rolled your eyes before starting the walk home together,

far enough so that nobody would suspect anything, yet close enough you can actually talk and you wouldn’t feel alone.

You guys walked in silence before you spoke, 

“…Don’t think i forgot about you looking at me.” you mumbled,

“Ah shit, thought you forgot.”

“…Dont make it obvious next time,” you mumbled, siding closer to him.

After a few minutes of walking, Wolf suddenly stopped.

“Hm?” you asked

Without answering, he reached towards your hair and grabbed your ribbon.

“Hey!” you smacked his hand away “What the hell are you  doing?” 

Wolf held up your ribbon and grinned, “Pink.”

“Give it back.” You said as you tried to grab the ribbon from his hand

“No.” He held his hand higher

Before you could jump to grab it back, he stuffed it in his pocket with a grin.

“Waah, you look stupid without it.

“You stole it.” you slightly pouted.

“Well, finders keepers.” he laughed.

You spent the rest of the walk threatening him.

After forgetting about the ribbon, you finally made it home.

You turned to him before speaking, “Make it home safe, m’kay?” you said while smiling, Wolf simply hummed in response.

But before walking away, you suddenly tiptoed slightly and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“The fuck—“ 

“Bye, dummy.” you grinned before skipping to your door.

Wolf stood there for a moment, speechless while his ears reddened slightly.

When you got to your room, you immediately plopped on your bed and sighed before burying your face in your pillow, kicking your feet and squealing happily.

When you washed up and sat back in your bed in your pyjamas, you immediately started kicking your feet again, “Oh my gosh” is all you thought while trying to fall asleep.

Wolf on the other hand, when he got to his place he tossed his bag onto the floor before collapsing on his mattress.

Sleep should’ve come easily for him— but it didn’t.

Every time he closed his eyes, he kept thinking about the stupid peck on his cheek, tossing and turning while his ears were still red. 

Who knew he was this down bad for you?

Somewhere across the city, you were buried in between your pillows and blankets, cheeks warm as you replayed the moment over and over again.

While Wolf stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours.

Neither of you got much sleep last night.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟  ill keep u my dirty little secret 02 .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing: wolf keum x reader

wc: 0.9k

ᯓ★ prev chap :: ᯓ★ next chap

summary: summary: wolf keum doesnt do soft, so who would have guessed ganghak’s top student who was the complete opposite of him had somthing going on with him?

content warning: mentions of fights, swearing, bruises, non graphic injuries.

genre: fluff

A/N: yayy second chap, im tryna make up for chp one so hope u like this. btw dont mind the random names for this fic, i genuinely just pulled i out of my ass🥺

By the next day, you and Wolf were back to acting as strangers, as if you guys werent curled up in your bed last night.

You were at the cafeteria with your friends, talking about the recent fight with Wolf and one of your classmates.

“I heard Wolf broke someones nose yesterday.” your friend Seo jin said while taking a bite of food, your other friend, Ji woo scoffed, “Those boys are disgusting.” she says, crinkling her nose in disgust. 

“I know,” you mumble softly, “honestly, who would date someone like that?” you say, as if you didn’t have Wolf’s number in your phone with a heart, “Right?” Seo jin replied, “I seriously dont get guys like him.” You nod along with them while you stir your drink, zoning out when your phone suddenly buzzes under the table,

wolf🫶🏻. : acting like u hate me lmfao.

Your lips twitch slightly before you quickly lock your phone again before your friends notice. Lucky enough, the bell rings before anyone could question the slight smile on your face.

“Gosh, P.E next.” Ji woo groans while dramatically standing up, you let out a soft sigh before following your friends.

The afternoon heat was unbearable during P.E, most of the class had already given up trying while your teacher lazily explained volleyball rules nobody cared enough to listen.

You stood quietly near the edge of the court fixing your hair while a group of girls stood near you, unaware Wolf was quietly watching you from the rooftop.

Wolf was skipping class yet again, leaning lazily on the edge while smoking a cigarette, eyes fixed on the court below.

“Wolf.” one of his friends suddenly mutters beside him,

“…What?”

“Why do you keep staring?”

Wolf’s eyebrows furrowed slightly before responding,

“The fuck you talking about?”

“I mean, you’ve been staring at the court for like what? ten minutes.”

Wolf scoffs immediately, “Fuck no.”

His friends raise an eyebrow, “What are you staring at then?” one of his friend asks.

Wolf takes a long drag of his cigarette before responding, “Someone there owes me money.”

After saying that, Wolfs eyes immediately go back to you.

From the court, you keep fixing your ribbons on your hair while listening your teacher speak.

“And for spiking, you—“ your teacher explains, you cant help but think that someones watching you, your brows furrow slightly before looking up at the rooftop.

Unfortunately, your eyes land on Wolfs. 

Even from the distance, you can tell he isnt even bothered, his index and middle finger lazily rests on the cigarette, even sneaking a wink while he tilts his head while staring at you when his friends were busy. 

Your cheeks warm and you immediately look away before your friends notice. But unfortunately, Seo jin notices.

“…[ reader ]? Why are you red?” Seo jin asks, suspiciously.

Your eyes widen slightly, “What?”

“You’re literally blushing.” Ji woo speaks up.

“…Its hot.” you lie.

Ji woo glances around suspiciously.

Meanwhile above the rooftop, one of Wolf’s friends let out a quiet scoff.

“Wolf.” he mutters.

Wolf lazily hums in response. 

“You’re definitely staring at someone.” he says, grinning.

Wolf immediately rolls his eyes as he takes another drag from his cigarette, “Shut up.”

After P.E ended, everyone immediately started complaining about the heat while walking back to the building.

You quietly fix your shirt and hair while following your friends, still trying to ignore the faint warmth of your cheeks.

Unfortunately your friends wouldn’t stop asking.

“Why were you blushing earlier?” Ji woo suddenly asks again, still curious.

“I wasn’t blushing.” you deny.

“Yes you were.” Seo jin replies.

“…It was hot!” you reply defensively.

Even after you said that, both Seo jin and Ji woo looks unconvinced.

“Sure.” Ji woo says.

You quickly look away to avoid the questions, drinking water while walking through the crowded hallway.

When you guys turned the stairwell, your steps immediately slow.

Because Wolf was there. Leaning lazily against the wall with bruised knuckles hiding inside his blazer pockets while half the students walking past him avoided his eyes.

The hallway immediately felt quieter, like you guys were walking on eggshells while your friends immediately stiffen beside you.

“Why is he here?” Ji woo whispers nervously.

Ji woo immediately grabs you and Seo jins hands, 

“Lets just walk faster.” Seo jin whispers.

You quietly nod along while trying to ignore Wolf at all like always, but Wolf suddenly speaks.

“Hey.” 

Your heart immediately stops for a second, and so does everyone elses.

Seo jin slowly turns around first, not meeting his eyes nervously.

Wolf’s eyes lazily pass between everyones before landing on a random guy standing near the water fountain behind you.

“You still owe me money fucker.” wolf mutters coldly.

The poor guy looks terrified before nodding immediately,

“O-Oh yeah, I’ll pay you tomorrow, I swear!”

Wolf clicks his tongue in annoyance before looking away,

“Make it faster.”

The hallway immediately starts moving after that while your friends let out sighs of relief while dragging you away as quickly as possible.

“See?” Ji woo whispers nervously, “He’s actually terrifying.”

You quietly nod along, looking just as nervous as them.

Meanwhile, Wolf behind you lazily glances at your stiff posture before his lips twitch slightly upward.

But yet again— Seo jin notices Wolf’s eyes glance at you with his lips twitching upwards.

“…Wait.” Seo jin speaks

You and Ji woo’s steps immediately slow after hearing Seo jin’s voice.

“…Hm?” you ask, still nervous.

“Why’d he look at you like that [ reader ]?”

Your stomach drops.

A/N: yayy i finally finished this, i worked on this the whole day because it was actually so fun to write. i made this chapter quite long because i havent been feeling the best recently and i am not sure if i can update frequently, i hope you like this chapter and pls be patient for the next🫶🏻.

ᯓ★ masterlist

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟  ill keep u my dirty little secret 01 .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing: wolf keum x reader

wc: 0.5k

ᯓ★ next chap

summary: wolf keum doesnt do soft, so who would have guessed ganghak’s top student who was the complete opposite of him had somthing going on with him?

content warning:

genre: fluff

A/N: my very first series hehe, i’ve had this idea for so long omg and i finally get to do it omg, i genuinely dont know how long this will be though so bare with me. anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Ganghak High wasn’t the school that had peace for more than a week. Not with the bloody fights breaking out on the rooftop every other week, and definitely not with people like Wolf Keum and his lackeys walking around the halls like he owned it.

And maybe thats why you stood out so much, maybe it was the pink ribbons tied to your hair, or the way teachers trusted you enough to leave classrooms unattended around you. Maybe because your grades were perfect, your uniform ironed neatly, and the soft energy you brought in a room the moment you walk in a place like Ganghak.

Either way, people noticed you.

You hated boys like Wolf Keum, boys with cut knuckles or blood stained uniforms, or with the lingering smell of smoke all the time like it was normal.

And Wolf? He was the worst of them all.

Wolf Keum, Ganghaks top dog.

The type of guys you cant even look in the eye for more than a second, the type of person who even teachers avoided confronting.

And this was exactly why nobody would have suspected the same Wolf everyone feared was sprawled up on your bed, your head resting against his chest.

Wolf lazily glanced down from where you were laying on his chest, he was laying against your pillows, one hand lazily tracing circles on your waist while the other scrolls through his phone.

“You’re staring again” he teased.

You immediately looked away, cheeks slightly red “…I’m not.”

“But you are.” he mutters, not glancing at you but you could see the grin on his face.

Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you landed a soft smack on his chest, making him let out a quiet scoff.

“You’re annoying.” you mumble, eyes furrowed as you pout slightly.

“You’re bad at lying tho.” he mutters, a grin on his face.

You glare at him for second before your eyes drift to a faint bruise blooming on his jaw, making your expression soften slightly.

“…You fought someone again, didnt you?”

Wolf stayed quiet for a second before speaking.

“…Maybe..” he mumbled, looking everywhere except your eyes.

“Wolf.”

“What?”he finally glances at you,  “He was annoying me.” he muttered.

You let out out a soft sigh before sitting up, your fingers gently caressing the bruise. Wolf goes still as soon as your hand touched him.

“You really need to stop.” you mumble.

“You seriously worry too much” he says immediately, as if it was obvious. That made your eyebrows furrow slightly,

“You say that every time though.” you say, your hand still on his jaw, “Because you do.” he replies jokingly. 

Before you could shoot something back at him, he gently pulls you on his chest again, “What are you doing?” you ask yet not moving but relaxing in his arms, “Don’t ruin the moment.” he replies, his hand slowly tracing up and down your back, that immediately makes you snort softly, smiling at what he said.

Sometimes when you think about it, these moments feel unreal to you, because no one at Ganghak would have expected the top dog people were terrified of was holding you against his chest and saying these types of things to you.

A/N: highkey a lil short… ill make it longer next chap🥺

ᯓ★ masterlist

(WHC MLST) . includes: na baekjin, do seongmok, baek dongha · bf!union x gn!reader, est. relationship, prank au, sort of fluff if you squint..

NA BAEKJIN

he stops everything he's doing, turns to you slowly, blinks a few times and just raises a brow — he's giving you the chance to retract the name you just called him. does not play around with being called "bro" or any other variation of it.

legit ignores you until you call his name or some nickname you usually use when talking to him as baekjin remains unamused by your little prank. his glare towards your direction not even the tiniest subtle, so, you make the decision of ending the prank as soon as it has began, trying to get on his good side.

DO SEONGMOK

seongmok would be high-key put off by the name; his eyebrows furrowed, lips turned downward, and a look of utter disgust on his face. he basically hisses the word "bro" right back at you as if it was the one person in the world he detested most.

“okay, bro,” he’d answer back with emphasis on the latter part, expression blank and unbothered though you could see it in his eyes that he didn’t like hearing that from you. immediately you’d smother him with affection and tell him you’re only joking. even if he continues to act like he doesn’t care, he’d keep on being pouty just to take advantage of your more than willing state of showering him with hugs and kisses that instance.

BAEK DONGHA

you call him bro you best believe you're being called and treated like a "bro" in return — headlocks, shoving, and some roughhousing (all so he can teach you that he's not your "bro" but instead he's your boyfriend).

SUM. how they would react if s/o is on her period and is ready to fight 24/7 because of it lol

(WHC MLST) . includes: yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok, kang wooyoung, go hyuntak, park humin, geum seongje, na baekjin

YEON SIEUN

sieun can be pretty level headed in this situation. any anger you show towards him is brushed to the side and ignored since he knows certain levels are elevated and that you have no control over it. arguing with you is something he would have no time for or interest in doing.

AHN SUHO

actually takes everything super easily. he deals with it like it's nothing and shrugs everything off (suho is a little more understanding but he doesn't hold back on any teasing).

OH BEOMSEOK

tries to take it in stride and pretend that your words that are trying to get him to argue back aren't irritating him. beomseok would either keep his cool or he avoids you until your time of the month is over.

KANG WOOYOUNG

wooyoung would rather avoid it than face it so while he'll be at your beck and call for whatever you need (snacks or supplies) he will try to distance himself when you're more irritable.

SEO JUNTAE

this guy has the situation under pressure control. the first time your period happens he literally goes to the store immediately and buys one of every period product. any comments or insults thrown his way is handled carefully with a gentle smile and nervous laughter (yes this pisses you off more but juntae doesn't want to risk your anger).

GO HYUNTAK

at this point you should be the one avoiding him because all he does is argue back. gotak’ll do anything to make sure you're comfortable but he can not put his ego aside and will argue with you over everything. him buying you the wrong pads is probably what starts it. “what the fuck am i supposed to do with panty liners?!”

PARK HUMIN

baku is really good at getting you into a better mood, but he's also really good at saying the wrong thing… it's not even you starting the fights, but it's baku saying the wrong thing to your easily irritable self.

GEUM SEONGJE

the minute you say you're starting your period, you will not be seeing seongje for the rest of the week. he genuinely cannot handle it without snapping on you so he will be avoiding you until then.

NA BAEKJIN

Synopsis:

Nobody understands how Baku managed to pull one of the smartest girls around — especially not his friends. From getting jealous over teacher comments to pretending he understands your academic conversations, Baku tries very hard to impress his genius girlfriend… even if he embarrasses himself in the process.

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Warnings:

fluff, humor, teasing, dumb x smart couple dynamic, Baku being insecure but adorable, slight jealousy, terrible pronunciation, academic weapon reader, established relationship, lots of embarrassing boyfriend behavior, short headcanons

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Nobody had no idea how he managed to pull you.

When Baku told Gotak he had a crush on you — a smart girl from Yeongwon Girls’ High School — Gotak laughed right in his face.

“Yeah right. Like a smart girl would wanna date a low IQ monkey” Gotak mocked.

Baku rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Trust me! She will!” he whined.

And he somehow actually did.

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When Yeon Si-eun first saw you standing next to Baku, he was genuinely surprised. A girl beside Baku was shocking enough but… a super smart one? Actually insane.

Baku didn’t even want you meeting Si-eun at first. He got weirdly insecure over it. Nervous you’d be attracted to Si-eun’s intelligence and leave him.

“Dude I doubt she’s right in the head if she’s going out with you” Gotak muttered.

“I can tell y/n likes you for you Baku!” Jun Tae added quickly.

“She does!” Baku said proudly, hands on his hips.

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When you finally met Si-eun, Baku practically hovered around you the whole time. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder while he watched the conversation carefully like Si-eun was about to steal you away through academics alone.

You noticed immediately and raised a brow.

Baku went to grab snacks for two minutes, and when he came back seeing you and Si-eun talking comfortably, he frowned instantly.

He cleared his throat loudly.

“Shall we injudge?” he asked confidently.

You blinked.

Gotak sighed.

Si-eun looked at him flatly.

“Indulge” Si-eun corrected.

Baku frowned immediately.

“That’s what I said.”

“No it wasn’t” Si-eun replied.

Baku ignored him completely and sat right between the two of you with the biggest smile, handing your snack to you first before anyone else. You always came first to him.

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Later that night, Baku was laying in bed searching up:

“big smart words to use in sentences”

The next day he walked up to you looking way too confident for someone clearly about to embarrass himself.

You were reading while sitting at the table when he leaned against it casually.

“Y/n… your beauty is very… uh… magnifical.”

You slowly looked up from your book.

“…Magnifical?”

“Yeah” he nodded proudly. “Like beautiful but smarter.”

You burst out laughing immediately.

Baku’s ears turned red.

“It’s magnificent” you corrected between laughs.

He frowned instantly.

“Well you knew what I meant.”

You giggled, reaching over to pinch his cheek.

“You’re cute.”

“I’m trying to be intellectual” he muttered with a pout.

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Study dates were even worse.

You’d actually be studying while Baku sat across from you pretending to study with a giant textbook standing up dramatically in front of his face.

Meanwhile his phone was hidden behind it the entire time.

You narrowed your eyes after noticing his eyes moving suspiciously.

“…Baku.”

“Hm?”

“You’re not studying.”

“I am.”

You reached over suddenly and snatched the book down.

His phone was immediately revealed in his hands.

He blinked at you.

“…I was checking the time.”

You slowly raised a brow.

“For twenty minutes?”

“It’s important to know the time accurately.”

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Homework was an absolute disaster.

One time he tried helping you with math after seeing you sigh at your paper.

“I got this” he said confidently, sitting beside you.

Five minutes later he was staring at the worksheet like it personally insulted him.

“…Why are there letters in math.”

You blinked.

“That’s algebra.”

“That’s evil.”

You tried not to laugh while he aggressively tapped the pencil against the desk.

“So x equals…”

He paused.

“…Pain.”

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Baku bragged about your grades constantly.

Actually nonstop.

“Yeah my girlfriend got first in her class.”

“Did I tell you y/n got another perfect score?”

“My girl’s literally a genius.”

Eventually Gotak got sick of it.

“We get it damn.”

Baku only smirked proudly.

“She’s smarter than all of you combined.”

“You barely passed last semester” Gotak deadpanned.

“And yet I still pulled her.”

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Sometimes you’d talk about school topics and Baku would pretend he understood.

“Oh yeah I totally get that.”

You narrowed your eyes immediately.

“…Baku what’s photosynthesis.”

“…Easy.”

He paused.

“The photo… synthesizes.”

You stared at him.

He stared back confidently.

Then slowly pointed at a plant nearby.

“That thing does it.”

You burst out laughing while he frowned.

“Stop laughing I’m close.”

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Tutoring sessions never worked properly because Baku spent the entire time staring at you.

“Baku focus.”

“I am focused.”

“You’ve been looking at me for ten minutes.”

“That’s because you’re distracting.”

You sighed and pointed at the worksheet.

“You’re supposed to solve for x.”

“I am solving for x.”

“Baku you drew LeBron James on the worksheet.”

“He helps me concentrate.”

You snorted while he grinned proudly at his drawing.

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Baku absolutely argued with people over you too.

One guy made a joke about you dating someone “dumb like Baku.”

Baku immediately got offended.

“Okay first of all my girlfriend is smarter than everyone here.”

“That’s not the point.”

“And second of all she likes me specifically.”

“Which is still shocking.”

Baku ignored them completely.

“She literally chose me. She loves me!”

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He also started buying you random study supplies because he thought smart girls liked them.

You once opened your front door to find:

Cute highlighters.

Fancy pens.

Tiny sticky notes.

A calculator he definitely could not use.

When you asked him about it he shrugged awkwardly.

“Smart people like… academic stuff.”

You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

“You’re cute.”

“I know.”

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Si-eun actually respected you a lot.

Which made Baku panic.

The second you and Si-eun started talking about grades or books, Baku inserted himself immediately.

“What are we talking about.”

“Nothing” Si-eun replied flatly.

Baku narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

You laughed.

“Baku he’s literally just asking what book I’m reading.”

“Yeah well he can ask someone else.”

Si-eun sighed.

“She’s not gonna leave you because you failed biology.”

“I almost passed.”

“You got a 52.”

“It was a hard test.”

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One time Baku tried reading one of your books because he wanted to impress you.

You found him laying on your bed with the book open on his chest.

Asleep.

Completely knocked out.

You gently picked the book up and checked the page number.

Page 3.

You smiled softly and brushed his hair back.

Baku cracked one eye open immediately.

“…I was reading.”

“You’re drooling.”

“…Still reading.”

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Sometimes you used big words around him without realizing it.

“I think the symbolism represents social alienation.”

Baku nodded seriously.

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

You blinked.

“…What does alienation mean.”

He went silent.

Then pointed at someone walking alone outside.

“That.”

You laughed so hard you almost cried while Baku pouted.

“You laugh at everything I say.”

“Because you’re adorable.”

His pout disappeared instantly.

“Oh.”

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Teachers praising you always annoyed Baku for some reason.

Not because he wasn’t proud of you — he was very proud.

Too proud actually.

But hearing teachers constantly talk about how smart you were made him weirdly competitive.

Since you didn’t go to the same school, Baku only heard about it whenever you brought your assignments around him.

The second he saw teacher comments written across your papers, he got irritated immediately.

“Y/n got the highest score again.”

“Y/n has excellent analysis skills.”

“Very impressive work y/n.”

Baku would sit there with his cheek against his hand looking annoyed while rereading the comments for the fifth time.

“Okay but they glaze you too much.”

You laughed softly.

“You literally brag about me to everyone.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because you’re my genius.”

You tried not to smile while taking the paper back from him.

Baku only frowned harder and grabbed another assignment.

“‘Outstanding critical thinking skills.’ What does that even mean.”

“It means I did good.”

“I could’ve done that.”

You raised a brow.

“Baku you got a 52 on your history test.”

“That teacher had something against me.”

You snorted while he dramatically tossed himself onto your bed.

A few seconds later he sat back up and grabbed your paper again.

“…They used three exclamation marks.”

“You’re still reading it?”

“They’re obsessed with you.”

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At the end of the day, Baku loved having a smart girlfriend.

Even if he acted competitive.

Even if he got jealous over teacher comments.

Even if he pretended to understand half the words you said.

He genuinely admired you.

The way you spoke so confidently during presentations.

The way you always had your nose in a book.

The way teachers adored you.

The way you explained things so patiently to him even when he clearly wasn’t listening anymore.

Baku thought you were incredible.

Sometimes he’d just stare at you while you studied quietly beside him and think:

How did I even pull her?

Meanwhile you looked at him like he hung the stars.

Because while Baku wasn’t academically smart, he was still thoughtful.

Still loyal.

Still protective.

Still the first person to make you laugh after a stressful day.

And honestly?

You’d take that over perfect grades any day.

One night while you studied at his place, Baku rested his head on your shoulder and sighed dramatically.

“You’re too smart for me.”

You looked over immediately.

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

You gently closed your book and flicked his forehead.

“You know being smart isn’t just about grades right?”

Baku blinked.

“…So I’m smart too?”

You smiled softly.

“Sometimes.”

He gasped dramatically.

“Wow.”

Then he grinned and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

Synopsis:

Baku had always been careful with you. Too careful, honestly. After years of rejection, finally having someone he genuinely loved made him terrified of messing things up. So he kept his hands respectful, his affection soft, and his feelings painfully obvious. But one pair of shorts, one accidental glance, and suddenly Baku discovers a very specific weakness he absolutely cannot stop thinking about.

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Warnings:

aged up characters, suggestive themes, shy and clingy boyfriend Baku, thigh obsession, reader teasing, awkward flirting, lots of blushing, physical affection, kissing, masturbation mention, slightly pervy thoughts, lovesick behavior, fluff mixed with tension, Baku being embarrassingly down bad but still respectful.

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Baku was the type of boyfriend who treated you like something delicate.

Not in a weird way. Not like he thought you were weak. More like… he genuinely couldn’t believe someone like you was real. After years of getting rejected, laughed at, or ignored, finally having a girlfriend—you especially—felt unreal to him.

So he was careful.

He never pushed your boundaries. Never pressured you into anything. Half the time he was too nervous to even touch you first. You honestly found it adorable.

At the beginning of your relationship, you didn’t even think he was serious. Sure, he was sweet, but Baku wasn’t exactly known for being academically gifted, and he acted like an overexcited puppy whenever you gave him attention. You assumed he’d lose interest eventually.

Instead, he became even more persistent.

He waited outside your job just to walk you home. Called you every single day. Begged you to come to his basketball games. Randomly showed up outside your house with snacks. And whenever he wanted to take you out to eat, he’d always end up bringing you to his dad’s chicken restaurant.

He knew it wasn’t fancy.

But you liked chicken.

And somehow, that mattered enough to him.

Once you officially started dating, he only got softer around you. He loved kissing you, though he always acted shy about asking for them.

“C’mon… one more.”

“Please y/n?” He whined.

You used to laugh every time he begged, but you always gave in anyway. He reminded you of an excited puppy wagging its tail whenever you showed him affection.

Even holding your hand used to make him nervous.

Sometimes he’d stare at your hand for a few seconds before looking away again, like he was debating it internally.

Can I hold it?

He never wanted to assume.

So the first time you grabbed his hand instead, his entire face turned red. His ears burned as a huge smile spread across his face almost instantly, his large hand quickly wrapping around yours like he never wanted to let go.

You had to look away just to hide your smile.

Baku was terrified of messing things up with you.

He’d rest an arm around your shoulders, maybe pull you closer during movies, but that was usually it. He always stopped himself before going any further, worried he’d scare you away somehow.

That was until one afternoon at his dad’s restaurant.

The little bell above the entrance rang, and Baku immediately looked up from behind the counter.

Then he saw you.

You waved casually before walking inside wearing a pair of shorts and a black short-sleeved top.

You always looked pretty to him.

But this time… something went wrong in his brain.

His eyes dropped for a second.

Then stayed there.

Your thighs.

The shorts rode up slightly as you walked, and suddenly he couldn’t focus on anything else. Heat rushed straight to his face as he quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed for even staring in the first place.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Still, later that night, he caught himself thinking about it again.

And again.

And again.

Baku swallows hard, feeling the sudden, undeniable tightness in his pants. Crap, he was already rock hard. It wasn't unusual for him to get turned on by you—a simple kiss or a smile was usually enough to get him going…But this? This was completely different.

Baku's mind spirals into pure fantasy, his hands trembling as he imagines his thick cock sandwiched between your soft, plush thighs. He pictures himself grinding slowly, his dick sliding up and down against your warm skin, hearing your moans as he humps between them.

He bites his lip hard, picturing pulling you onto his lap, spreading your thighs wider. His cock would fit just right—nestled in that perfect crease where your inner thigh meets your core. The mental image of you bouncing on him, your thighs squeezing him as you ride, makes precum leak into his pants.

Baku shakes his head violently, trying to dislodge the explicit fantasy from his mind. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he mutters, reaching for his phone with a shaky hand. He decides to talk to gotak. He has nothing better to do he thought.

That was the beginning of his obsession with your thighs.

It started small.

His eyes lingering a little too long whenever you wore shorts. Sitting suspiciously close to you on the couch. Resting his hand on your thigh absentmindedly while talking before realizing what he was doing and immediately panicking.

But eventually, he got comfortable.

Too comfortable.

Now he was sprawled across your bed like he owned the place while you ranted about school from across the room. Your bedroom had become one of his favorite places over time. When he first started coming over, he barely touched anything, terrified he’d break one of your little trinkets or decorations.

Now?

Now he practically lived there.

You kept talking while walking toward the bed before finally sitting beside him. Without thinking much of it, you spread your legs slightly to get comfortable.

And Baku noticed immediately.

His attention drifted from your face… down to your thighs again.

His brain shut off instantly.

Baku shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants as you sit there with your legs spread, completely oblivious to the effect you're having on him. You giggle, noticing his discomfort and intentionally spread your legs even wider, pretending to stretch.

“You okay, Baku?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He nodded immediately.

Too quickly.

“Yeah.”

His voice sounded strained.

He still refused to look directly at you, eyes fixed somewhere near your blanket instead. The tips of his ears were bright red now, and you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“…You sure?”

“Mhm.”

Liar.

You stared at him for a few seconds before following his line of sight downward.

Then you realized.

“Oh my god,” you laughed quietly. “Are you staring at my thighs?”

Baku froze.

Actually froze.

His entire body locked up as his face somehow turned even redder than before.

“N-no!” he blurted out instantly.

The denial came out way too fast to be believable.

You raised an eyebrow.

“…Baku.”

“I wasn’t—I mean—I kinda was but not in a weird way!” he panicked, finally covering his face with one hand while groaning into his palm. “Fuck, now I sound creepy.”

You burst into laughter at how genuinely distressed he looked.

Meanwhile, Baku looked like he wanted your bed to swallow him whole.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled from behind his hand. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

The embarrassment in his voice was almost painful.

You pat your spread thighs, inviting him to lie down. Without realizing it, you're creating the perfect setup for his earlier fantasy. Baku swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he slowly lies down on your thighs, his face buried against your soft belly.

“Baku.”

Slowly, he peeked at you.

“You know you’re allowed to look at your girlfriend, right?”

That did not help him at all.

His brain practically short-circuited.

“You can’t just say stuff like that,” he muttered weakly. “You’re trying to kill me.”

You laughed again before glancing down at him.

Even now, despite acting dramatic, one of his large hands had absentmindedly drifted toward your thigh like it naturally belonged there.

The second he realized it, he panicked and tried pulling it away.

Only for you to grab his wrist first and place it right back.

Baku stared at you silently.

Then at your hand.

Then at your thigh.

Synopsis: you have a bit of an outburst in front of your boyfriend, so you ignore him thinking he doesn't love you anymore.

A/n: this is very self indulgent because something similar happened to me a few days ago (I don't have a boyfriend, Baku is my comfort character).

also noticed how it says "let me" instead of "help me" in the title (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔𝜗𝜚˚⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆˚⟡˖ ⋆.

You've been ignoring Baku for the past few days. And he knows exactly why. He knows you know, too.

He saw a side of you that nobody else saw, not even your own parents or best friend.

It wasn't even a big deal, but it frustrated the hell out of you. It piled on top of everything that's been happening recently. At first you just let out frustrated tears, then your thoughts went to the personal things your friend has done to you, then it went to the family situation, then everything just poured out.

Normal people would put their phone down and go do something else. But something was wrong with your brain. Something in your brain chemistry didn't align, and your emotional regulation suffered from it.

It was stupid, really. You wanted to watch an all time favourite show that wasn't available on any platforms you were signed in so you had to look for a website. The problem, was that none of your favourite websites worked. A website you had resorted to contained multiple ads and kept asking if you were a bot and to verify.

It was frustrating to say the least.

Situations like this were not uncommon in private, but it almost never happened in public. You didn't want to scare people away.

Baku looked at you in shock after your outburst. As said previously, you've never done something like this in front of him. Hell, you were so shy in public. He never thought you'd let out a frustrated yell, even though it did sound more like a cry.

Your breathing was ragged and you were taking deep pants to calm yourself. Some tears were still spilling from your eyes. The tears were a strong contrast to the fearful and dangerous look in your eyes.

You looked at him like he killed your dog. He hated that look.

Baku saw you walking past a few kilometres away with earphones in. He quickly walked toward you before the bell rang.

"hey." He placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You shake your body away, even after seeing who it is, from him. Before you could walk away again Baku grabbed your wrist. "Please don't walk away."

You let out a heavy sigh. "Baku I really don't want to talk about this right now."

"then can we talk after school? Please?" His grip was firm but you could hear the hurt in his voice. Another heavy sigh, and you said yes.

Now, despite your agreement, Baku knew you wouldn't actually meet up with him. So he waited for you by your register class.

And now you are sitting near your boyfriend, who you thought wanted nothing to do with you after your outburst, with a burger and chips in front of you both.

"why did you bring me here." Your voice has a sort of hardness that still carries a vulnerable tone.

Baku tries to reach for your hand but you pull away before he can. He sighs. "Why are you ignoring me?"

Your eyes holds confusion. "What do you mean?"

"after that day, you haven't even looked me in the eye." Baku's voice is firm but holds an understanding tone.

His eyes were on the table in front while he said this and when he looked up he sees you holding back tears. Your lip is quivering and you aren't looking at him. He knew this would happen. He reached into his bag to pull out the A5 spiral-spine notebook and a black pen he had bought for you a few months ago.

He pushes the items towards you. He watches as you write furiously. When you're done you push it back so he could read.

I thought you didn't want anything to do with me after my outburst. I never let anyone see that side of me and there's a reason for that. I thought I scared you. I'm sorry.

"love, there is no reason to be sorry. We can figure out a way to control these emotions. I'm not leaving you, okay?" Baku says after reading.

You nod and let out a little smile. He smiles too. This time, you let him take your hand.

With them trying to act all mature, trying to act as if they are better than guys her age but ending up calling her noona instead and being a bit childish (could be texts or headcannons, whatever you see fit)

Tysmmm

I think I need someone older - ꩜

Synopsis: request^^

Content warnings: none

an: hai guys I’m back from the dead 🥹 also just a reminder my requests are always open!! <3

Taglist: @kimchilabubu67 , @aliceskzfan , @christinamadsen , @heartshapesandcigarettes , @toxicpia , @b3kisses , @irrelevantgod , @hoonnri, @butter-scout.

Geum seong-je

Thinks since he can fight anyone in your grade makes him 10x better than any guy who’s your age.

Smokes around you to seem more “mature”

An: The messages themselves aren’t mine! I found them on Pinterest and thought they fit Baku perfectly :3!

⭒*.✩. whc boys x fem!reader getting caught doing the deed pt.1 mdni

includes: yeon sieun, ahn suho, oh beomseok / —the next part will have the rest —

genre: headcanons, x reader

summary: you spend some time together and get intimate, until you get to see their reaction to getting caught in the act.

warnings: use of y/n, smut, piv, praising, unprotected sex (don’t do that) i probably forgot some stuff my bad

a/n: so these are actually pretty long scenarios that’s why i’ll post part 2 later…i went a bit too into the details probably but i hope you enjoy it!

not proofread, sorry for any mistake

english is not my first language, i appreciate any support (especially comments eyy) ⠀⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ♡

★ ☆ yeon sieun

you were so happy about this sleepover, you had gotten all your important stuff in a duffel bag, headed to your boyfriend’s apartment. 

sieun doesn’t verbalize his needs, but you’ve learned to know him and how crucial it is to him to be able to spend time with you. he didn’t say it but he loved your sleepovers, he did not care much for the movies you watched or the snacks, his favorite moment was turning off the lights and going to bed with your head on his shoulder or his head on your chest listening to your breathing. 

the silence, when he could tell himself that everything was okay because the person he loves is next to him peacefully trying to or sleeping…that was the best feeling. 

when you came back from his bathroom after the two of you brushed your teeth, he got in his bed, looking at you like you’ll guess he wants you to climb in — and you did. 

the glow of his bedside lamp was casting a soft orange over his bedroom, after you insisted he changed that awful white bulb light for weeks. he was thinking a lot (as usual), but you saw it in the way he was looking at your face, the longing in his expressive eyes. 

your hand cupped his cheek, his found your waist in a smooth and sure slide, you had barely gone your way under the blankets yet. 

your lips met with slow motions, kissing deeply but in no rush to go any further, “can i?” his voice was quiet, melting your heart. you nodded your head, used to him asking permission. his hand squeezed your waist ever so slightly when he buried his face in your neck with light warm kisses, letting himself go up to touch your breasts. not squeezing hard or putting much pressure, just feeling the weight in his hand and hearing your soft sighs. 

he didn’t turn off the light, when it was about you it didn’t scare him to be seen. he always had some nervousness, he’s not someone who naturally knows how to be with people, but he knows you. 

your little tug at his waistband let him know this was the kind of sweet sex you two had before bed, not complicated, not scary, not new. 

he let you lie down on your back and took his sweatpants off, crawling on top of you once you were settled and you’d taken off your pants and underwear. 

his hand went to your thigh, his lips finding yours in a reassuring kiss, you both wanted each other as much. he let the bulge in his boxers rub against your core a moment, letting you feel his desire. 

you took the initiative and let his underwear go away, let him take his time to guide his thickness to your pussy. he buried his blushing face in your neck, your scent filling his nostrils as he couldn’t help his quiet whimper when he pushed in you and your nails gently dug in his shoulder, arm under his. 

you breathed heavily as he stilled inside you before his hips started to move slowly, drawing a deeper moan from your chest.

you didn’t pay attention to the front door opening or the sound of the keys on the table, nor did you hear the footsteps nearing the bedroom, your ears only catching the slight creek of the twin sized bed he was taking you in. 

his mother didn’t knock, pushing open the door like it’s just another day, she froze only a second but it felt so much longer, sieun pushed himself off of you and froze completely, his lips parted. 

you had the reflex to cover yourself even if you both still wore your top half clothes. 

“oh—” his mom closed the door, the home had been so quiet she thought no one was there, and that sieun had left his light on accidentally, but she actually witnessed her son being with someone willingly? in an intimate way? 

his mother seeing him vulnerable mortified him, that’s what got him frozen in place with the blanket over his lower half. 

after a moment he turned his head to you, softly panting “i’m sorry,” you shook your head, shaken up. “it’s okay—” you tried to gather your clothes, praying you didn’t just make the worst impression on his mother knowing the distance between him and her. 

for her, it was more of a weird feeling of relief that sieun was doing normal things rather than anger he brought a girl home in this way. 

★ ☆ ahn suho

you spent the entire evening thinking about going home with him. he told you you two would sleep at his place after his shift at the restaurant. 

guess what? now you were waiting there, he brought you your favorite item on the menu, took 100 breaks to sit with you and talk, you reassured him it was okay for you to wait. 

when it was finally over, he took your hand and you both made your way to his grandma’s house. on the weekends, he could finally sleep in his room peacefully with no worry about school attendance.

you two were giggling in his bed like kids, he was rambling about a story that was a bit too chaotic but 100% true, his hands agitated all around him communicating you his feelings. 

when you were done talking, him who can never take his hands off of you was already making the most of your time together with hugs, feeling your warmth — kissing your cheek and forehead between sentences. 

you knew he lived with his grandma and that she was old, she had to be asleep by now or you would’ve never even started anything in the first place. 

he settled down next to you in his bed, the light of his desk turned on being enough for you to see each other clearly and the rest of the room. 

he smiled, loving that way of facing each other lying down like this. his lips gave the tip of your nose a light peck, moving down to the corner of your mouth before his body moved on top of yours, just between your legs, elbows on each sides of your body, like he often did for cuddles. your hand wandered to his black hair, feeling the straight strands “are you tired?” your voice was soft, wanting to bring him warmth and a place to relax knowing how hard he works and how lonely that can be.

he nodded, “it’s okay,” his tone was casual, his arms wrapping around your waist. you kissed his face, before he dipped it into your chest, sighing.

he never wanted to turn some of his tiredness into a bad feeling between the two of you. your fingers soothed his back, up and down slowly over his shirt. his arms moved so his hands could make their way to your waist, his head tilting to kiss you, teasingly biting your bottom lip gently. 

it didn’t take long for his fatigue to turn into a need for your warmth, his hand finding your pussy under your sleep shorts, looking down at your face while his thumb started rubbing tiny circles with a light pressure, the rest of his fingers between cupping your cunt and teasing the entrance. 

your lips parted, short breaths leaving your mouth, the sight of you making him harden in his sweats. 

he gets suddenly serious when it’s about desire. it’s all consuming when he loves someone, he does not play about you and your affection, he bent down, kissing your ribs until he heard your voice. “need you…” you spoke, half whispering with your hand sneaking back into his hair.

“yeah?” he got all the way back to your face, letting your hand palm him through his pants. you nodded with a tiny smile on your face, seeing his brows furrow at your touch, that focused expression on his face before his hands dragged you closer by your hips. 

suho’s hips gently pressed down on you before finally sliding your shorts down. once he’d thrown away his own clothes, his lips found your face, lingering kisses pressed on your cheek, one hand guiding himself to your warmth and the other on your waist — thumb rubbing your ribs. 

“you’re doing so good” you heard his voice as you buried your face in his shoulder, taking him in slowly, trying your hardest to as quiet as possible. 

you were almost silent, heavier breaths leaving your chest, biting your lip when he started thrusting. 

the door opened unexpectedly especially at night, suho’s grandmother was worried thinking she hadn’t made sure he’d gotten home safely. 

she was just faced with you, flushed as your hand flew to your mouth, 

“wow, grandma—!” he shouts, covering your body rapidly with the sheet, his face turned to the door in a deep frown, “sorry, sorry,” his grandmother hurried as she closed the door, her expressive grandson’s face replaying in her mind as she couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. 

he himself could not help but chuckle half nervously, half in exhaustion, he looked back at your mortified face before you covered it with your hands. his own hand found your arm, trying to pull yours away from your head “it’s fine—” suho laughed, panting. 

“no, i wanna die right now” you replied, your throat closed in embarrassment, you were never going to look that woman in the eye again.

the next morning, when you got up and found her at the breakfast table, suho was acting casual as always like nothing happened, almost too confident that he wasn’t embarrassed. 

but the second his grandma made an allusion to yesterday night with a slight giggle, he was frowning and shaking his head “okay, absolutely not” he got up all embarrassed, leaving the two women of his life laughing together. 

★ ☆ oh beomseok

the two of you held hands as you walked towards his parents’ property. you knew they had a lot of money, you knew your boyfriend was adopted and surely noticed quickly he had never been loved before meeting you. 

he opened up to you about it, you knew he didn’t say everything because he couldn’t, but you were giving him time. that was why he only brought you "home” when no one was there, just him and you at peace. 

it was towards the end of the afternoon when you finished watching a movie together, moving to his bedroom instead. 

you talked while you were busy walking around his bedroom looking at random things he owned and touching everything remotely expensive. he watched you with a smile, patting his bed for you to finally come sit down “come here,” he nodded, his voice calm and unhurried. 

you sat on the edge, letting yourself fall flat on your back, his hands found your cheeks, looking down at you “we were supposed to study, right?” he said, knowing what you would say.

you huffed “we both know that was just an excuse” as you sat up on his bed, giving his lips a quick kiss “i’m taking a shower!” you stood up, grabbing your bag and heading to his personal shower. 

when you came back, he’d also gone to take a shower in one of the many bathrooms here, and you were feeling warm and clean, making you want to slip under his blanket — which you did. 

beomseok joined you “bit early for bed?” he smiled, his eyes wandering over your pretty features like he wanted to memorize every little trait. "it’s so late” you responded sarcastically, making him pinch your sides to see you squirm dramatically. 

he apologized playfully, gently bending down to press a swift kiss on your lips, then peppered more all over your face. your hands cupped his face, to get your way and kiss his lips properly. 

when you pulled back just a few inches from his face, he reached to take off his glasses, you smiled — your hand going up to set his glasses back on his nose. 

that was a simple gesture but his heart melted, his body moving closer over yours, his hand resting protectively on the side of your leg like you’d get up and run away anytime. 

it took a few minutes of deep making out to get the two of you hot and bothered. beomseok’s fingers intertwined with yours and squeezed lightly before undressing both of you, not rushing. 

his lips found your stomach, then he got up on his knees between your legs, hiking them up. he knew you both enjoyed deeper sex, your ankles on his shoulder, he made all the work to adjust how much he needed to bend down to fit your bodies perfectly. 

a deep groan left his mouth as he penetrated your tight heat, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose as he listened to your unapologetic sounds from being sure you were alone. 

his hands gripped your thighs gently but firmly, his hips thrusting deeply. you didn’t hear any footsteps, normally, your boyfriend would recognize these in a heartbeat and feel his stomach turn, but he was caught up in his perfect girl. 

the door opened without a knock, a man with a closed expression stepping in. 

beomseok immediately pulled away from you, the color draining from his face as he panted. you weren’t sure if it was from effort, or from pure anxiety, his hand gripping the sheet. 

you didn’t know what to do, your body was covered but you still felt so vulnerable, you could see your boyfriend wanted to retort but no sound left him. the man stood with his hand on his hip, the other pointing at the bed — “get her out and come to the living room decent, we’re having a talk” 

it could’ve been worse, knowing what you’ve heard about him, but since you were there — someone who could talk and tarnish his reputation, he held himself together before slamming the door.

beomseok was pale, his hand rubbing his face just a second before he turned to you, reaching for your arm, his voice a bit shaky even if he tried to hide it. “y/n, i’m so sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong” he shook his head, knowing you’d feel guilty about ‘causing’ him distress. 

he kept reassuring you as you gathered your stuff and dressed, you felt quite humiliated, and angry that you disrespected his so called father.

before you left he caught your arm to press a kiss on your forehead, he gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, but the need to protect you was stronger than the nausea in his throat thinking about the next minutes. 

⠁⭒*.✩.*⭒⠁

Summary: whc boys as your boyfriends Masterlist yeon sieun | ahn suho | oh beomseok | park humin | go hyuntak | seo juntae | geum seongje | na baekjin

Hu-min doesn’t even realize he’s in love at first—he just thinks you’re “cool” and suddenly you’re always around him. Then one day it clicks and he’s like… oh. And after that? Zero subtlety.

He’s very straightforward. If he likes you, he’ll say it. No long confessions—just something like, “I like you. Stay with me.” And somehow it feels more real than anything overly poetic.

He’s loud, energetic, and kind of chaotic, so your relationship is never boring. Even simple hangouts turn into something wild—random food runs, dragging you into group plans, or just him hyping you up for no reason.

He loves having you around his friends. He acts all confident, but lowkey watches to make sure you’re comfortable the whole time.

Physical affection is very natural for him. Slinging an arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer without thinking, quick hugs—he’s always in your space, but it feels warm, not overwhelming.

He’s protective, but not controlling. If someone messes with you, though? It’s over. His whole demeanor shifts—still loud, but with a sharp edge that makes it clear he’s not playing around.

He’s big on loyalty. Once you’re his, he sticks by you no matter what. Arguments don’t scare him—he’d rather fight things out than lose you.

Speaking of arguments: they can get heated because he’s emotional and expressive. But he never walks away for long. He’ll come back, maybe a little awkward, like, “…You still mad?” before trying to fix things.

He’s not the best at deep emotional talks, but he shows care through actions. If you’re stressed, he’ll drag you out to get food. If you’re quiet, he’ll stay close without pushing.

He secretly loves when you depend on him a little. Not in a controlling way—he just likes feeling needed, like he can be someone strong for you.

He hypes you up constantly. Your biggest fan, no question. Doesn’t matter what it is—he’s loud, proud, and making sure everyone knows you’re amazing.

Jealousy? Oh, he gets jealous—but he’s pretty upfront about it. “I don’t like that guy.” No games, just honesty (and maybe a bit of sulking).

He’s the type to remember your favorite foods and just randomly show up with them like it’s no big deal. “I was passing by.” (He was not just passing by.)

weak hero class characters' love languages!

>> one's love language usually stems from what they want to receive- you give what you want to receive.

sypnosis: what would each of whc's characters' love languages be? (a lil analysis on some parts)

featuring: yeon sieun, anh suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, kang wooyoung, geum seongje, na baekjin.

cw: none i think :-)

a/n: lmk what u think! comments are always appreciated <3