summary : what it's like dating the self assured, social butterfly that is yeongi !

YEONGI DATING HEADCANONS

author’s note: OMG YES! i love her so much, we need more yeongi fics. i don’t know if i did good, but here is your order! also, i need her back in season three😠

warnings: not proofread. nothing else.

— she is SO clingy. she is the type to always reach for your hand without thinking. crossing the street? holding hands. walking through a narrow hallway? still holding hands. a hang out with sieun, suho, her and you? she’ll sneak her pinky over until it hooks yours. yup, she loves pda.

— if you’re doing your makeup, she’s going to watch how you do it. she’ll lean in close and admire how pretty you look. and of course, she’ll ask you to do hers. she’ll sit so still, eyes closed, trusting you completely.

— she sends you voice notes at night—half-asleep and rambling about her day, little giggles tucked between words. she keeps forgetting what she was going to say so her voice notes always turns into two hour long podcasts. expect to hear suho’s voice in the background. he’ll probably tell her to shut up since she keeps giggling in the middle of the night and interrupts his dear sleep.

— yeongi loves when you initiate cute things—holding hands first, leaning on her shoulder. she melts every single time and lets out weird little noises. then you get scared and pull away.

— she loves getting her pictures taken but she also loves taking pictures of you. not to mention, she’ll take your pictures the least you expect it. mid-laugh, while you’re talking to either sieun or suho. if you fall asleep anywhere near her—too bad, she’ll stare at you for a moment, admiring your peaceful expression before taking her phone out and snapping a picture. her gallery is full of herself and your pictures.

— yeongi has a thing for matching tiny details. if you wear earrings, she’ll wear the same kind. socks? same color. even phone cases! she’ll stick tiny little stickers both on her and your phone case to make them look matching. those stickers are her favorite. know your worth.

— she is such a tease. she’ll mimic your voice, mimic your expressions. don’t get her wrong, she does all those because she loves you and finds you cute. though, she wouldn’t tolerate it if anyone else does the same.

— she’s protective. not overprotective, no. just the right amount. she doesn’t trust people easily because of the things she had went through and because of that, she wants to protect you from any harm that might come. she is not afraid of being your voice if you’re too shy to talk back.

— she’s a yapper, an overthinker and she cares deeply about the people she loves. sometimes, she might talk your ear off about her concerns. she has bad abandonment issues and she’s scared that you’ll leave her because of her past.

— she gets jealous easily and when she does, she gets quiet as fuck. she knows that you love her but she has her insecurities that she’s quietly battling with. she doesn’t want you to think that she’s trying to limit you or something so she usually keeps her thoughts to herself but you read her like an open book anyway.

— don’t let her teasy side fool you, she is quite the pillow princess at times.

REQ. okay imma go ahead and request it bc the lack of girl x girl on here makes me sick and my gay ass has been craving to read either whc yeongi x fem!reader or any of the fyne women of aouad x fem!reader!!!! happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

- @yeoreobun

• (AOUAD MLST) . includes: nam onjo, choi namra, min eunji, park mijin, jang hari · x female reader, fluff, nsfw content, mdni

note. lucky for you, i was already working on something for aouad girls 🩷

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NAM ONJO

she will do any and everything in her power to make you feel the most at ease. she feels that holding hands while you explore each others bodies brings you even closer together. if there's one thing about onjo, she's all about that intimacy!

JANG HARI

she is more than happy to hold your hand! if you want to hold her hand, she's down! she probably asks to hold your hand when she gets overwhelmed too. likes the warm feeling it gives her and loves, loves, LOVES squeezing your hands when she reaches her peak!

MIN EUNJI

she's pretty indifferent. she will hold your hand if it makes you feel more comfortable! but she's not the kind of person to initiate it. you'll have to ask her to hold your hand to ground yourself ( she can get a bit intense ). she's not opposed to it, she just has to be asked first!

CHOI NAMRA

doesn't go out of her way to hold your hand, but will still do it! sometimes gets too caught up in her own pleasure, she might not get your subtle hints, so you just gotta tell her straight out! loves the feeling of your fingers laced together though :).

PARK MIJIN

more than happy to grip onto you during the deed — however, she definitely teases you about it. "my baby so overwhelmed hmm? am i making you feel that good sweetheart?" gets VERY cocky. but she also loves holding your hands inside or outside the bedroom, so she feels giddy when you ask ;).

A sieun x reader story

The reader is sitting down with suho at lunch and he is teasing her about having a crush on sieun and ask what does she even see him and she goes off on a full tyrant telling him how much she loves sieun and how she finds him cute and she wishes she could just get down on her knees and marry him and keep him to herself when she gets done she looks at suho she notices he isn't looking at her but behind her when she looks back she sees sieun staring at her because he heard everything and she trys to act cool but ends up choking on her food and embarrassing herself.

CRUSH;ysn

Yeon Sieun x Fem!Reader. N O T E : I'M BACK WITH THE THIRD-PERSON NARRATIVES, I HOPE THIS ONE IS MORE TO YOUR LIKING

REQ. your bloodhounds works is so freaking good. idk if you take requests for other characters but if you’re up for it could you maybe do a hc of which characters are moaners, groaners, or whimperers?

(BLDHS MLST) . includes: kim geonwoo, hong woojin, lee woojeong, im baekjeong, allen, choi shinhyeong, han seulgi · nsfw content, (+18) mdni, smut

KIM GEONWOO

• whimperer

his whimpers are WET sorrynotsorry. he's borderline drooling. dumb puppy can't help it if you feel so good :( HIS LITTLE GASP WHEN HE FIRST SLIPS IN!!!!!!!!!!! he even sobs, cries, just the most desperate and shaky words tumbling from his mouth (if he can still form words is a different story).

HONG WOOJIN

• moaner

pathetic moans. PATHETIC. loud, whiny, GUTTURAL moans. he also has no shame. does not care how loud he's being. he has to let you know how good you make him feel, who cares about who hears? also def makes those ah- ah- ah- sounds before he cums!

LEE WOOJEONG

• whimperer

look at this sweet boy. he’s definitely whimpering your name, begging you to touch him, or just whimpering when you finally do, already so needy for your touch that the sounds escape his throat before he can even stifle them. no matter how hard he tries to keep them in, just ends up sounding absolutely RUINED.

IM BAEKJEONG

• groaner

words could not describe how hot this man sounds. GUTTURAL groaning. genuinely sounds like he is working out. lets out a groan every time he pulls out, followed by a whimper when he shoves himself back in.

ALLEN

• moaner

moans coming straight from the chest. his moans are pretty low in volume, but he is for SURE right next to your ear because he knows how much his moans affect you (because who wouldn't go insane hearing them), he just goes AT IT. unless he's in sub mode and is borderline sobbing.

CHOI SHINHYEONG

• groaner

practically inaudible with how deep his groans are. all you would be able to hear is this deep grumble. rarely likes making sounds in bed as he prefers to be all ears for your moans, but hey, sometimes good sex makes a man whimper okay there's nothing wrong with that.

HAN SEULGI

• moaner

>Trying to have Gotak for only yourself <

Gotak had finally managed to get you alone.

Which, considering the way Baku seemed to appear at the worst possible moments, already felt like a miracle.

The apartment lights were low, music playing quietly from someone’s phone. You were sitting on the edge of the couch when Gotak stepped between your knees, one hand resting on the back of the couch behind you.

“You’re still checking the door,” he murmured.

“I’m not.”

“You looked at it three times in ten seconds.”

“Because he has a talent for appearing out of nowhere.”

Gotak smirked. “Relax.”

He leaned down and kissed you—slow at first, then deeper when you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you up so you were standing against him.

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

Then...

The front door opened,neither of you noticed.

Baku stepped inside carrying a drink and stopped mid-step. He stared.

Gotak had you pinned lightly against the couch now, kissing you like he’d been waiting all day to do it.

Baku blinked once.

“…Wow.”

You froze instantly and pushed Gotak away like you’d been electrocuted.

“BAKU—”

Gotak dragged a hand down his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Baku casually walked past you both and dropped onto the armchair.

He took a sip of his drink.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

“You need to leave,” Gotak said flatly.

“No.”

“…What do you mean no?”

“I live here.”

You covered your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

Baku leaned back comfortably like he had front-row seats to a show.

Gotak pointed at the hallway. “Go to your room.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

Baku shrugged. “I’m curious.”

You groaned. “You are the worst person alive.”

Gotak tried again. He stepped closer to you, lowering his voice.

“Okay. Ignore him.”

“Impossible.”

“Pretend he’s furniture.”

“I am literally sitting right here,” Baku said.

Gotak shot him a death glare.

You tried to compose yourself while Baku casually scrolled on his phone, like nothing unusual was happening.

After a moment, he looked up again.

“…So are you two dating now or was that just aggressive friendship?”

“BAKU,” you snapped.

Gotak looked like he was seconds away from committing a crime.

“Why are you like this?” he asked.

Baku took another sip of his drink.

“Because it’s funny.”

You looked at Gotak.

Gotak looked at you.

Then both of you looked at Baku.

Still sitting there.

Still not leaving.

You sighed dramatically. “Yeah… this mood is dead.”

Gotak pointed at Baku again.

“You killed the vibe.”

Baku shrugged.

“Worth it.”

SUM. "what were they?" people would ask. but you and geonyeob were just friends.

(STUDY GROUP MLST) . park geonyeob x gn!reader · angst, one sided love, pining · kind of inspired by what are we by ha sungwoon except no happy ending :(

the first time geonyeob touched you like that, it was an accident. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

his hand had brushed against yours—just for a second—on the floor of his living room. you were sitting cross-legged across from each other, half a pizza between you, some variety show playing in the background that neither of you were really watching. you’d been talking about nothing, the way friends do when it’s late and the city outside has gone to sleep. then he reached for another slice and your fingers touched, and neither of you moved away.

you didn’t look at him. you didn’t have to. the air had shifted.

the silence was too full.

he said your name like a question. you didn’t answer.

and that’s how it started—not with a kiss or a confession, but with something small and irreversible.

after that night, things didn’t change all at once. you still met up to eat. still traded notes for assignments. still lay on his couch for hours without saying a word. but now, sometimes, his head would fall onto your shoulder. sometimes, you’d lie down beside him just a little too close. sometimes, your hand would find his without meaning to.

it wasn’t dating. it wasn’t casual, either. there were no labels, no conversations, just this unspoken thing burning quietly between you, like a secret you were both too scared to say out loud.

you told yourself not to read into it. but it was hard not to when he looked at you like that.

like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

like you were something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t let go of.

and then came the night you kissed.

neither of you talked about it. you didn’t have to.

it was slow and deliberate, like you'd both been holding your breath for months and finally exhaled. he kissed you like he meant it, like he’d been waiting, like he’d already imagined it a thousand times and was terrified this would be the last. his hands were careful on your skin, almost reverent. yours clung to his shirt like you were afraid of waking up.

when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and said nothing.

neither did you.

maybe if you had, things would’ve been different.

maybe.

but you weren’t just friends anymore—not after that. even if no one knew. even if neither of you had the guts to say it aloud.

you told yourself it didn’t matter. that as long as geonyeob was still there, still texting, still laughing with you like always, it didn’t matter what you called it.

you lied to yourself so often, it started to sound like truth.

but the silence grew heavier with time. the in-between stretched further. you started noticing the way he’d pull away when someone else was around. how his hand would find yours under the lunch table but disappear the second a friend sat down. the nights you hung out late became less frequent, and when you did, the space between you walking down the sidewalk felt wider than it used to.

still, he’d look at you like he meant something. still, he’d hold you like he didn’t want to let go.

but when he spoke, it was always about everything else. never this. never you.

and you started to wonder—if something matters but no one says it out loud, does it still count?

then one night, he didn’t answer.

you’d sent a message—something stupid and meaningless, just a meme, a joke—and there was no reply. hours passed. then a full day.

when he finally responded, it was short. distant.

you asked if he wanted to hang out that weekend. he said he was busy.

that was the moment something in you cracked.

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t confront him. but your chest felt tight in a way it hadn’t before. something was slipping, and you were too scared to grab for it.

the next time you saw geonyeob was at a noraebang with other friends. even though karaoke wasn’t really his thing. but he smiled when he saw you. like nothing was wrong. like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.

he hugged you like normal. talked to you like normal. introduced you to a girl you’d never seen before, casually, offhandedly, like it didn’t mean anything.

but her hand lingered on his back a little too long.

and you felt your throat close.

when he turned back to you, you smiled. or tried to.

later that night, you found him alone outside of the room, buying more drinks, ordering more food.

you didn’t ask about the girl. you asked him, “what are we?”

his answer came slow, careful.

“i don’t know,” he said.

you stared at him, heart in your mouth.

he looked at you then, really looked. “it’s not that i don’t care.”

“then what is it?” you asked.

he ran a hand through his hair. “i just don’t know if i can give you what you want.”

you felt the words like a slap. “what do you think i want?”

his jaw clenched. “something real.”

you waited, but that was all he gave you.

so you nodded. took a shaky breath. and walked back inside.

he didn’t follow.

after that, the silence came hard and fast. he stopped replying. you stopped reaching out. friends asked what happened. you said nothing.

because what were you supposed to say?

“we weren’t dating. but it still feels like a breakup.”

it didn’t make sense. but it still hurt.

not the sharp, clean kind of pain. just a dull, constant ache that followed you around, sat beside you in classrooms, curled up in bed with you at night.

you didn’t cry.

you just... tensed.

tense when his name popped up on your screen. tense when a song reminded you of the way his fingers had felt when he touched you. tense when someone mentioned him in passing, like he wasn’t still echoing through every corner of you.

because you were trying to be fine.

you told yourself you would be. that you didn’t need him. that you weren’t broken.

and it was true. you weren’t broken.

just tired.

tired of waiting for something that never arrived. tired of being enough to hold but never enough to choose.

weeks passed. then months.

one night, geonyeob’s name lit up your phone again.

geonyeob: hey. heard you got accepted into your dream school. congrats.

you stared at it. fingers hovering over the keyboard.

your heart didn’t leap.

it just curled in on itself.

because even now, after everything, he could still talk to you like it was normal. like the hole in your chest was something you imagined. like he hadn’t kissed you like he meant it, only to walk away without ever looking back.

you didn’t reply.

not because you hated him.

but because you were done letting him pretend this never meant anything.

and you knew—finally, honestly—you would be fine without him.

but god, it still didn’t make sense.

because you weren’t just friends.

catalogue ʚɞ you follow seongje into an abandoned building, where an unexpected moment on the rooftop changes the connects between you both.

⋆ coming down by the weeknd geum seongje x fem!reader 0.9k highschool au friends-to-??? smau(ish) 𑣲 swearing suggestive jokes smoking kissing pet names ( baby ) lower case intended dih joke ? urban exploration/urbex ( don’t do this guys )

chapters : 001 | 002

em’s note #1 :: sooooooo …… it’s been a while 😗😗 i’m sososoooo sorry for literally disappearing off the face of tumblr and i hv HORRIBLE excuses so i’ll save them for myself 💔

you followed seongje down the dark alleyway, the feeling of worry slowly slipping away as seongje pulled you closer into his embrace 

“sooo…” you attempt to make conversation to fill the gap of silence ( also to make you less scared :/ ) “where are we going?”

“you’ll see” he responds dryly

you roll your eyes impatiently as seongje snickers at you 

you start to approach a dark, abandoned-looking building

“what’s this?” 

he pulled you by the arm to drag you into the building “stop asking questions and just follow me”

the walls were covered in graffiti and over grown vines. piles of alcohol bottles and cigarettes were scattered across the floor

he guides you through the building, going through rooms, hallways, staircases … “do you come here often?”

“not with anyone”

“well then consider me a someone” your head turned his direction to laugh, but seongje wasn’t laughing

he was just looking at you

you cleared you throat to ease the awkwardness, and seongje finally snapped out of his trance

“come” 

he lead you up more stairwells, letting you take a quick smoke break because “i don’t have the same stamina as you seongje”

you were almost puffing by the time you got to the roof

once you finally gathered yourself, seongje was already at the edge of the roof, his hands, once again, stuffed in his pocket

the view was beautiful. it was like you could see the whole of seoul ( it was really just your neighbourhood ) 

“woah” a smile creeped onto your lips “it’s beautiful”

“yeah..” seongje’s eyes wondered over to you standing next to him “..beautiful”

it was like it hit him right there

you were absolutely beautiful

the way you smile made your eyes crunch, unlike what he had seen before between you and your classmates

it was real, and it felt like a voice was calling him, calling him to you

“seongje?”

he now it felt like you were calling his name, your voice, smooth as honey, pulling him towards you, pulling his whole body towards you

“seongje!”

fuck he thought. he snapped out of his trance like someone had slapped him

he was now inches from you face, inches from your lips

you could feel each others hot breaths against eachother. the smell of nicotine and cheap cologne filled your nose

the next second, his lips started devouring you whole, they felt rough and harsh against your own.

your eyes widened in shock but quickly adjusted by grabbing his collar to pull him closer, feeling him smile against you lips

“fuck” you finally pulled apart, both panting heavily.

“let me be your boyfriend”

“WHAT!?”

“let me be your boyfriend, name”

“o-ok” you sheepishly grin

“good” he dove in for another kiss, pulling you closer to him by the waist 

geumsje posted 01:24

tagged @ynnln_ liked by ynnln_, donghaha, jjbae4 and 9k others geumsje guess what

comments ynnln_ what ⤷ geumsje boi ⤷ ynnln_ dont “boi” ur gf ⤷ imnotningning DONT BOI UR WHAGT?? ⤷ donghaha huh ⤷ zuhazana SINCE WHENN ⤷ aerichandesu WIAT WAIT ⤷ nbj seongje ⤷ geumsje oh shit ⤷ ynnln_ pls dont beat my bf🥹🥹 ⤷ jenaissante holy moly ⤷ jjbae4 yo ⤷ hakj1hho i fuckin knew it view 87 more replies

donghaha is ts who u left me for? ⤷ geumsje yeah lmao go suck on it ⤷ ynnln_ oh !

imwinter u look mouth watering🤤🤤 ⤷ ynnln_ ily minjeong ⤷ geumsje wtv

randomlol ts is so tuff ⤷ geumsje i told u it was cool @ynnln_ ⤷ ynnln_ ok bro 😔 ⤷ ynnln_ i almost fell tho... ⤷ geumsje key word "almost" ⤷ geumsje either way i wouldve caught u, and u know it

randomlol wait is that name from ganghak high? ⤷ geumsje ok stalker ⤷ ynnln_ says u😹

lia_loves__ how is you hair so long ⤷ ynnln_ cus it’s equal to my dih ⤷ aerichandesu uhh ⤷ geumsje what the actual fuh view 126 more comments

geumsje posted a story 01:37

4 months later cs i want to 🍅🍅

ynnln_ posted 23:48

tagged @geumsje liked by chaerrry0, geumsje, aerichandesu and 7.8k others ynnln_ happy 4 months 🥹🥹 ( why does ts guy hate photos )

comments geumsje happy 4 months ig ⤷ ynnln_ fym i guess ?? ⤷ aerichandesu ooooh she boutta beat yo ass

_chaechae_1 aww this is soo cute ⤷ ynnln_ yayayyy ⤷ ynnln_ im boutta pull a chaewon and shiro on u @geumsje ⤷ geumsje ok mamas ⤷ imnotningning oh snap

donghaha why is my bro still playing roblox 💔 ⤷ ynnln_ i dunno man 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ ⤷ geumsje she forced me ⤷ ynnln_ yeah and i was drunk in that second pic 🙄 ⤷ geumsje babe u were definitely drunk in that second pic ⤷ jenaissante BABE ?!! ⤷ karinabluuu WOOOAAHHH THERE BUDDY ⤷ hhh.e_c.v WE ARE MOVINGG WAAYYY TOO FAST ⤷ ynnln_ wdym “ we ” 😭😭😭

chaerrry0 my bae was #stolen💔 some1 call the police ⤷ geumsje nah bro ⤷ chaerrry0 UHMM YES BRO ?? ⤷ ynnln_ it’s ok chaery ily ⤷ chaerrry0 awww i love u toooo ⤷ geumsje ok ur walking home from school by urself today ⤷ ynnln_ wait no 😭

emiilays bro ts is so cute i want my ex back haha ⤷ ynnln_ no queen it’s not worth it 💔💔 ⤷ emiilays too late ✌️ ⤷ ynnln_ NOOOOO view 72 more comments

geumsje posted 23:57

tagged @ynnln_ liked by hakj1hho, ynnln_, randomlol and 10.4k others geumsje past four months 🫡🫡

comments ynnln_ yay ok this is cute ⤷ geumsje i know comments on this post have been limited

em’s note #2 :: ive been postponing this fic cs i hated it so i hope its not ass and it didn’t let u guys down for having to wait sooooo long IMM SORRY 😭😭

please accept my formal apology 😥 ::

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SUM. your best friend’s best friend took an interest in you quite a while ago but never made a move in fear of messing things up for everybody. at a party where he’s desperate to see you, things go terribly wrong, resulting in you in the emergency room where he finally confesses.

• (AOUAD MLST) . lee cheongsan x fem!reader · includes: han gyeongsu, lee suhyeok, jang woojin, yang daesu · collage au, mentions a party and alcohol, swearing, blood, broken nose, hospital trip, fluff, probably crack-ish

cheongsan leans against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches gyeongsu set up the drinks on the counter opposite him.

“she’s not coming, man,” gyeongsu says for the millionth time. “she doesn’t like parties.”

“well, you invited her, right?” cheongsan responds, brows pinching together with a slight panic that gyeongsu didn’t invite his own best friend to his party.

“yes, i invited her,” gyeongsu chuckles. “she’s my best friend, why wouldn’t i invite her?”

“you just said she doesn’t like parties,” cheongsan replies.

“that doesn’t mean i’m not going to invite her.”

“okay, well then don’t say she’s not going to show up even if you invited her.”

“jesus christ, cheongsan,” gyeongsu laughs, turning his body around to face his friend. “look, i don’t know if she’s coming. you know her, she’s spontaneous, she might show up, she might not. don’t stress too much about it.”

cheongsan sighs, running a hand through his freshly washed hair.

“there’s gonna be other girls here for you to talk to tonight,” gyeongsu says, turning around and grabbing the plastic bag filled with stacks of red solo cups.

“i don’t want talk to other girls,” cheongsan mumbles.

“well, you’re gonna,” gyeongsu sighs. “you can’t complain about not making any progress with y/n if you won’t actually make a move on her.”

“but, i-”

“and don’t use the excuse that you don’t want to upset me,” gyeongsu says pointedly, looking over his shoulder at the boy. “you know i’m all for this, but you can’t continue being upset about her if you’re not going to do something about it.”

cheongsan lets out another sigh, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. he’s liked you for as long as he could remember. all throughout middle school, he’s known gyeongsu. the two of them were on the same basketball team and still are, so obviously he’s close with gyeongsu. being one of his best friends, obviously he’s met you.

you’re another one of gyeongsu’s best friends. you’ve known each other since you were little. your mother’s knew each other and were best friends who used to see each other constantly, so obviously you and gyeongsu hung out too. you’ve always seen him as an older brother even though he was only a year older than you. it helped that he was an only child, so he took that older brother role pretty naturally.

cheongsan met you at gyeongsu’s eighteenth birthday party. he was immediately interested in you. he liked the sound of your voice and the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled. he spent the night finding excuses to keep talking to you.

the next week, he asked gyeongsu about you. he explained that you’ve known each other your whole lives, and cheongsan briefly worried that maybe gyeongsu wouldn’t be okay with him liking you, that he’d get protective and territorial. “yeah, she’s like a little sister to me,” gyeongsu had said as he dribbled the basketball left and right between his hands as they stood on the court waiting for practice to start.

cheongsan remembered feeling relief when he said that, that there was no way he could ever want you. but then he was worried that he’d get protective in an older brother way. that maybe gyeongsu would think he wasn’t good enough for you.

“you should totally ask her out,” gyeongsu told cheongsan later that day, clapping him on the back as he shoved his jersey into his backpack. “you two would be good together.”

that was four years ago. cheongsan still hasn’t asked you out.

he just never built up the courage. what if he asked you out and you said no? you’d tell gyeongsu and then it would be weird. he didn’t want to ruin anything, so he chose to stay quiet.

not quiet enough, because everybody knows but you.

you’ve been quite oblivious.

you’d met cheongsan countless times but never hung out with him one on one. you thought he was nice. he always made you laugh, but you never noticed the way he’d look at you after he said a joke to make sure you laughed. most of the time, you did, and that always made his day.

“what’s got you all upset?” suhyeok asks as he walks into the kitchen, patting cheongsan on the back.

“i’m not upset,” cheongsan grumbles.

“he’s complaining about y/n possibly not showing up to the party that hasn’t even started yet,” gyeongsu tells him and suhyeok chuckles.

“she doesn’t like parties,” suhyeok shrugs.

“that’s what i said,” gyeongsu nods in agreement.

“but that doesn’t mean she won’t come,” cheongsan responds.

“i’ll tell you what,” gyeongsu says as he finishes stacking the cups, turning around and crossing his arms. “if y/n shows up, i’ll let you slap me.”

cheongsan’s eyes widen a little bit, a slight smile on his lips. “really? you mean it?”

gyeongsu’s brows pinch together. “why do you seem excited about that?”

“i’m not excited about it, i just like the idea of slapping you.”

“that’s weird, cheongsan.”

“no, it’s not.”

“it is.”

“you’re telling me you’ve never wanted to slap me?”

“so you do want to slap me?”

“i kinda want to slap you, gyeongsu!” woojin calls from the living room where he and daesu were tidying up a bit. gyeongsu rolls his eyes.

“no, i don’t want to slap you,” cheongsan shakes his head. “i’d rather y/n show up over slapping you.”

“well now i’m praying she shows up,” gyeongsu murmurs as he leaves the kitchen.

cheongsan stood by the front door all night, a drink in his hand while he greeted everybody when they arrived at the party that’s not even his. he briefly scanned every group that walked through the door, looking for your familiar face.

he had just started to lose hope when it reached eleven p.m. and you still weren’t there. he figured maybe you weren’t actually coming.

but at last, you arrived.

his face quickly lit up and he smiled when he saw you, standing up a little bit straighter as you walked through the front door.

“hey,” he smiles.

“hi,” you respond with a small, polite smile of your own. “have you seen nayeon?”

“uh.. maybe, i don’t know,” cheongsan replies as he shakes his head. he looks around the party for a brief moment before he looks back at you. “i haven’t seen her.”

that’s a lie. he had seen her. he greeted her at the door when she arrived. he just didn’t want you to know he’d been standing at the front door for hours waiting for your arrival.

“okay, well i’m gonna go find her,” you say and cheongsan nods, a slight look of disappointment on his face that he tries to hide.

“hey,” he says before you walk away, grabbing your attention. “can you tell gyeongsu, if you see him, that i’m looking for him?”

“of course,” you respond with a smile before turning around and walking away.

he keeps his eyes on the back of your head as you make your way through the crowded house, only looking away when you’re out of sight.

“y/n said you were looking for me?” gyeongsu spoke over the loud music as he walked up to cheongsan, who was now in the kitchen with woojin, making himself a drink.

instead of responding, cheongsan reaches up and slaps gyeongsu across the face.

“hey!” gyeongsu exclaims, holding a hand to his stinging cheek.

“she came,” cheongsan smiles, excitement evident on his face as he takes a sip of the drink in his red solo cup.

gyeongsu rolls his eyes as he remembers the deal he made with cheongsan earlier. “okay, well you didn’t need to slap me that hard,” he murmurs as he rubs his sore cheek.

“i personally thought it was funny,” woojin responds.

“shut up,” gyeongsu says before looking back to cheongsan. “did you speak to her?”

“no. kinda. she only asked me if i knew where nayeon was,” cheongsan shrugs his shoulders. “and then i asked her to tell you to come find me, but apart from that, no.”

“well, she’s talking to some guys with nayeon, if you wanna go find her,” gyeongsu says all too casually. “i think nayeon’s trying to set her up with one of them.” he adds.

cheongsan’s eyes widen at the mention of gwinam. “really? where?”

“by the stairs, i believe.”

before gyeongsu can speak again, cheongsan’s off to find you. he makes his way through the busy house, apologizing to anybody he accidentally bumps into along the way.

he checked everywhere for you, yet he still couldn’t find you. he checked by the staircase, in the living room, in the backyard, everywhere.

he’s been getting increasingly more frustrated every time he leaves a room without finding you, starting to think that maybe you left with one of the guys. all he really wanted was to talk to you tonight and now he’s losing hope again.

after about half an hour of searching for you, he gave up. he chose to drink instead. it didn’t take very long for him to get up on the coffee table, drunk out of his mind. he’s singing and dancing along to a second generation girl group song that’s blasting throughout the speakers.

he’s unaware that you’re standing in the doorway, a drink in your hand as you watch him make a fool of himself.

“that things gonna break, sannie!” daesu shouts over the music. “get down, you’re gonna injure yourself!”

cheongsan doesn’t respond, he just continues jumping and singing.

his face lights up when he sees you coming towards him in the crowd, a concerned look on your face.

“cheongsan, i think you should get down!” you call up to him, waving your hand to signal for him to get off the coffee table.

“come up here!” he shouts back, grabbing your hand and pulling you up there with him.

instinctively, your arm wraps around his waist as his does the same to yours, holding your body close to his so you don’t tumble off the table.

he brings his face close to yours, his lips brushing against your ear, causing your breath to hitch as he murmurs softly but lough enough so you could hear him over the music. “can i tell you a secret?”

you open your mouth to respond but all that comes out is a screech when the coffee table collapses underneath the both of you, sending you toppling to the floor.

daesu manages to catch you since you were the closest to him, but cheongsan fell forward, smashing his face on the floor and knocking him out cold on impact.

“cheongsan!” you gasp as everyone does the same, rushing over to him.

you roll his unconscious body over, seeing his eyes closed and mouth open as blood pours out of his nose. his face is covered in blood, leaking down his chin and neck and onto his knit jumper. there’s a big gash on his forehead with a piece of wood from the coffee table lodged into his skin.

“shit,” suhyeok sighs, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks between you, cheongsan and woojin who’s currently slapping the unconscious boy’s cheek, trying to wake him up.

“what- what do we do?” you ask, looking frantically between daesu and suhyeok. “do we call an ambulance?”

“i think we should just bring him to the hospital,” suhyeok responds.

“i’m gonna go get a towel,” woojin tells you, standing up and pushing his way through the crowd.

gyeongsu comes barrelling into the room as woojin leaves, bumping shoulders with the boy. “what the fuck happened?” he asks, brows pinched with concern as he reaches you and cheongsan on the floor.

“gyeongsu, i’m so sorry about your coffee table,” you say, looking up at him. “i was trying to get him down but he’s so drunk, he wouldn’t-”

“it’s fine, y/n,” gyeongsu responds, waving you off. he winces as he takes a closer look at his friend’s face. “shit, that’s bad,” he murmurs.

“okay, everybody out!” suhyeok suddenly yells, standing up and ushering everybody out of the living room. people abandon their red solo cups and leave, murmuring apologies and quiet goodbyes as gyeongsu and suhyeok urge everybody to leave the crowded house.

woojin returns a moment later into the empty living room with a wet towel, crouching down next to you.

“do we take that out?” you ask, looking up at him.

“i.. i don’t know,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “i think we should leave it in for the doctors,” woojin responds as he starts gently cleaning up cheongsan’s face.

when he touches cheongsan’s nose, which is definitely broken, a soft groan leaves his bloody lips as he starts to wake up.

“ah, fuck!” cheongsan rasps, his face scrunching up at the pain. “fuck.”

“sorry, man,” woojin murmurs, keeping his focus on cleaning up the mess. “we’re gonna take you to the hospital, okay?”

cheongsan doesn’t respond but his eyes move to you, seeing the concern written all over your face.

“what happened?” he mutters, squinting his eyes from the bright ceiling light above him.

“the coffee table broke and you fell,” you murmur, moving some hair out of his face. his eyes close when you gently touch his cheek. “you hit your head on the ground and your nose is probably broken and.. you’ve got wood in your forehead.”

“fuck,” cheongsan lets out a frustrated sigh.

“are we taking him to the hospital?” gyeongsu asks as he re-enters the room after kicking everybody out of the house, which is now trashed, by the way.

“gonna have to,” suhyeok nods his head, his hands on his hips as he looks down at cheongsan.

“did you hurt yourself?” cheongsan murmurs with concern evident in his voice, checking over your face.

“no, i’m okay,” you respond, shaking your head slightly. “daesu caught me.”

cheongsan nods a bit, still checking you just in case. you look pretty much unscathed. he’d much rather be all broken and bloody instead of you.

“i’m fine,” you assure him.

“should we get going?” gyeongsu asks, grabbing his car keys from his pocket.

“yeah,” you murmur, moving away from cheongsan as suhyeok and daesu helped him up. the boy cries out in pain as his friends hold him up, his hand clutching his ribs.

“fuck,” he groans.

hours later, you’re in the emergency room with cheongsan. he’s sat on one of the beds in the small makeshift room where you’re surrounded by curtains. you’re sat on a chair beside the bed, watching cheongsan sit there idly.

daesu and suhyeok went back to their dorms, but gyeongsu and woojin are still here. they just left to go get some food for everyone. the doctors want to keep cheongsan overnight for evaluation since he’s got a concussion.

the cut on his forehead is bandaged up and clean, but his nose is broken and currently has some tape on it. his ribs are also pretty bruised and tender but there’s nothing else that needed urgent medical attention.

you haven’t left cheongsan’s side as he’s still a little intoxicated and you don’t feel right about leaving him alone. and you have a feeling he doesn’t want you to leave too.

“how’s your head?” you ask, watching as he stares at the foot of the bed blankly. when he hears your voice, he looks up at your face. he’s quiet for a few seconds as he just takes in your details, admiring your pretty, untouched face.

“it’s fine,” he replies softly. “bit of a headache, but i’ll be fine.”

you nod slowly, keeping your eyes on him.

there’s been something on your mind for a little while now. it’s nagging at you, but you can’t figure out if now is the right time to ask about it. so you decide to just bite the bullet.

“can i ask you something?” you ask again. you watch as cheongsan nods. “before.. you know, all this happened.. and we were up on the coffee table, you said you wanted to tell me a secret.”

cheongsan’s breath catches a little in his throat. despite the concussion, he’s not forgotten what he wanted to tell you. he’s been preparing it in his head for years now. he couldn’t forget it even if he tried.

“uh, yeah..” he murmurs, picking at a loose thread on his jumper. he doesn’t say anything else.

“what was it?” you ask curiously with a small tilt of your head. the room falls silent for a moment. you can only hear the sounds of the machines beeping and the hum of the hospital.

“um,” cheongsan sighs, scratching the back of his head. “just..”

you stay quiet, keeping your eyes on his face as he nervously looks away, avoiding eye contact with you completely.

“if this is, like.. too weird, just stop me,” he tells you. a tiny smile pulls at your lips as you nod a little bit. “but, uh… i like you.”

you blink at the confession. you don’t say anything, you just stare.

you certainly weren’t expecting that.

“a lot, actually,” cheongsan sighs like he’s embarrassed about it. “since we were, like.. fifteen. since i met you, actually,” he rambles as he continues to avoid eye contact with you.

after moments of silence where you don’t say anything, he finally looks back up at you. for a second, he starts to think that he made a mistake telling you that. that now you’ll think he’s weird for having a crush on his best friend’s best friend.

“you like me?” you ask, your voice quieter than it was before.

“yeah..” cheongsan mutters under his breath.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he murmurs with a small shrug of his shoulders. “i mean.. you’re gyeongsu’s best friend. he’s like your brother. and we don’t know each other that well. i just figured it would be too much if i just randomly told you out of the blue that i had a crush on you.”

you listen to him talk. his voice sounds different to how it usually does. it’s still got that deep smoothness to it, but now he just sounds nervous. like he’s trying to appear cooler than he actually is.

“it’s not weird,” you tell him.

cheongsan’s eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “it’s not?”

you shake your head a little bit. your eyes stay locked on his drowsy ones, watching the nervousness fade as it turns into hope.

“i think you’re pretty cool,” you admit with a small smile.

cheongsan scoffs out a quiet laugh as he shakes his head, keeping his eyes on yours. “cool, huh?” he questions. “sitting in a hospital with a concussion and a broken nose doesn’t feel very cool.”

“no? well, you look cool,” you tell him sarcastically.

“shut up,” he chuckles.

the smile on your face gets a little bigger as you continue to look at him.

“so.. you think i’m cool?” he continues. “does that mean… i’m cool enough to go on a date with you?”

“oh, i don’t know,” you try to hide your smile but it doesn’t work. “i’m pretty cool, too. might be a little too much.”

cheongsan just smiles.

“i’m still a little drunk, so you’re gonna have to give me a yes or no answer.”

you laugh at that, your eyes crinkling in the corners. it makes cheongsan’s heart flutter.

“yes, i’ll go on a date with you,” you tell him. cheongsan feels like weight has lifted off his shoulders immediately as he relaxes. suddenly, his head doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.

he doesn’t even have time to respond before the curtain opens and in walks gyeongsu and woojin with a plastic bag from a fried chicken restaurant. woojin hands cheongsan and gyeongsu their food before walking over to you and handing you yours. he plonks himself down in the chair beside you, his shoulder bumping into yours. he grabs a box and digs in.

gyeongsu looks at cheongsan, noticing that he didn’t seem as dull as he did earlier. he’s got a big smile on his face. gyeongsu glances over at you and notices how you’re already having a conversation with woojin.

“you’re very smiley for a drunk, concussed guy,” gyeongsu says observantly.

“yeah, well,” cheongsan just shrugs his shoulder and takes a bite out of a leg. “things change.”

gyeongsu tilts his head and squints his eyes at cheongsan, trying to figure out what happened. then it hits him.

“you asked her out, didn’t you?”

“maybe.”

“and she said yes?”

“maybe.”

“you fucker!” gyeongsu says a little louder than he meant to, causing you and woojin to look over at him. there’s a big smile on his face as he pats cheongsan on the back, and then he notices you guys staring. “what?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders as he tries to remain nonchalant. “i like the fried chicken.”

a small smile pulls at your lips as you watch gyeongsu take a bite of his wing, before your eyes flicker over to cheongsan.

he’s already staring at you with a tiny smile on his face, but it only gets bigger when you smile too.

catalogue ʚɞ a seemingly perfect new girl arrives at ganghak high and unexpectedly intrigues the notorious, geum seongje who begins inserting himself into her life

⋆ coming down by the weeknd geum seongje x fem!reader 2.7k highschool au strangers-to-??? smau(ish) 𑣲 swearing angst smoking pet names(princess) lwk jealous seongje lower case intended reader has straight hair </3 absent parents

chapters : 001 | 002

em’s note :: quick note.. @/randomlol are just random people, not the same random people tho, im js not bother to make different usernames...

geum seongje was known for never being in a serious relationship. he would go out to parties or clubs every night, go home with some random girl, fuck her up, then leave before the morning. girls would brag about spending the night with him, highlight every detail about the night before. but when it came to the morning, there was nothing to say, because he was never there. never faithful. never genuine. never loyal

that was until you transferred from busan. 

the second you stepped into ganghak high in a maroon skirt that was rolled up just high enough and a white button up with the top and bottom buttons undone for enough mystery but still considered modest. your blazer was cleanly ironed(along with all your other clothes) and your name tag polished so finely it would make someone blind if you pointed it at them out in the sun. 

you were popular almost immediately. with ur effortless beauty and charming grin. boys would leave love notes in your locker and drinks at your desk when you weren’t there. girls would follow you around or wait at the school gates to ask if you were free to hang out after school. you would always politely turn them down with a voice as smooth as honey but with a smile that never really reached your eyes

your hair fell in a flawless curtain, pin-straight and impossibly sleek- so glossy it almost looked like liquid silver. your makeup was so seamless it seemed invisible, the kind of base that would make anyone stare in pure envy. every time your posture shifted just slightly, the silhouette was so sculpted people questioned whether you were real or engineered in some high-tech lab that managed to create the most perfect person imaginable.

em’s note #2 :: ok so i genuinely have no fucking idea what came over me to write that… reading it back i actually cringed so hard so pls don’t hate me for writing that and im kinda not bothered to rewrite it🫩

after a few weeks, rumours started floating around about why you left your previous school in busan. some said it was because you had beat up kids so bad they were sent to the icu and got expelled. but no one believed it because of how naturally likeable you were.

whenever people asked you why you left you just told them,

“my dad got a new job” 

or

“this school is better than my last one” that was obviously a lie. 

the one person that wasn’t in on the trend was geum seongje. sure he knew about you, but did he care. absolutely not. just because some pretty girl transferred doesn’t mean he’s gonna be obsessed with her or anything (🫣)

“yo bro did you hear about the new transfer?” seongje’s friend asked him

“yeah” he replied dryly, taking a drag of his cigarette. 

“she’s fucking hot”

seongje scoffed at his friend’s ridiculous comment “whatever” he rolled his eyes tossing his cigarette away and walking off. 

“name, are you free this afternoon?” she was practically breathing on you as you were trying to get to class, “or tomorrow? or next we-“ she was cut off by some deep and gruffly voice that had pushed her aside

“don’t you think we should give her some space?” 

before you could apologise to the girl she had already ran away. weird…

“thanks” you respond, turning your head up to see who had just saved you

he was quite tall. well, a little bit more that quite, or… a lot. at least a head taller than you. he wore black, ray bans brow line glasses. his skin was rough, actually, everything about him looked kinda rough. the total opposite of you

“geum seongje” he looked down at you. wow am i really that short? “i'm geum seongje”

“well… geum seongje, i'm name” you smiled back. 

“i know” he smirked looking back up

“huh” you stopped walking “are you staking me or something?” you joke

“yeah” well shit, he’s really straight forward 

“oh, ok”

you two starred at each other for a while before seongje broke the silence

“well” he inhaled loudly “see you ‘round, princess” and with that, he strutted off with one hand in his pocket, and the other waving to you without looking back.

he’s weird you scoff

finally you get to class but your “friends” start bombarding you with questions.

jeez, news spread like wildfire here

“were you with geum seongje??” “why were you with geum seongje?” “what were you talking about?” “why was he talking to you?” “was he bullying yo-“

“GUYS” you exclaim a little bit too loud, considering other people in class turn around to look at you, “nothing happened between me and geum seongje, ok? he only helped me when someone was trying to get too close to me”

they all exchange suspicious glances but end up dropping it to talk about some mock text coming next week or something

you finally take a breath out and catch up on some work you didn’t really understand

once school ended, you braced yourself for “your very own paparazzi” or whatever your friends called it.

you could already see a crowd forming from where you were. but suddenly, the all quickly scatter away, hanging their heads low and bowing apologies. then you notice a group of boys in maroon blazers shooing the crowd away. and right there in the middle, was geum seongje. great 

“you’re welcome, princess” he smirks, leaning down to your ear

you roll your eyes “yeah thanks” trying to walk away

“woah, woah, woah” he laughs as he blocks your path, “where are you trying to go?”

“um, home?”

“i’ll take you”

“you don’t know where i live”

“unit 358 xxxx street, jung-gu seoul”

you stare at him is disbelief, “you’re a weird one, huh”

“i like to think of myself as…” he pauses for a second “unique”

“you surely are” 

you finally start walking home but seongje just follows behind you

“do you have any cigarettes?” you ask, putting your hand out in front of him

seongje smirked as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket “oooh, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be smoking, huh?”

“shut up” you roll you eyes in response as you snatch the pack out of his hands “you got a lighter?”

“let me do it for you princess” you placed the cigarette between you lips as he leaned down and positioned his hand next to the cigarette to prevent it from getting put out by the wind and lights the stick. you finally breath in, letting the smoke and nicotine fill your lungs, then let a breath out, the grey smoke poured out of your mouth and right into seongje’s face

he didn’t even blink. he just to a deep breath in, inhaling your smoke, “my favorite smell”

you scoff and continue walking

seongje lets out a snicker and lightly jogs to catch back up to you

“i know why you transferred here”

“sure you do” you laugh, unbothered from his comment while taking a long puff at your cigarette

“you beat up a group of girls and sent them to the icu”

your fingers tighten around the stick 

see, there’s a thing about you that no one’s knows(apparently seongje does). if you look past the perfect makeup and physical appearance, you had a rather… dark past. you smoked. fought. and beat up people that got in your nerves, both boys and girls. after the accident, you were expelled and moved in with your father in seoul from busan, where you had previously lived with your mother. 

both of you parents were horrible at being a parent, they never showed up to any school event and never cared about you in general. that’s why you think you turned out this way. 

after a long pause you spoke

“h-how do you know that?” you ask, your voice quieter that before

“i have my ways, princess” he smirks as he leans down to you level

“stop calling me that” you look away

“what? princess?” he lightly grabs your chin to turn your head back to him, this small action causes butterflies to fill your stomach, in which you curse to yourself in your mind. 

with his hand still on your chin, he lifts your head a slight bit higher, and looks you deeply in the eyes 

“you have beautiful eyes” his voice was laced with something sweet, somethings you would never expect from a person like seongje

he quickly clears his voice and stands up straight, removing his hand from you chin “you lead the way, princess” he holds his hand out in front of both of them then he stuffs them back into the pockets of his blazer

the rest of the walk home was quiet, a mix between awkward and comfortable silence. once you finally reach you apartment you turn around to thank seongje but he has another plan in mind. 

“why are you stopping here?” he asks, pushing past you to press one of the buttons to call the elevator 

“do you really need to walk me to the exact unit?” you sigh dramatically as you place a hand on your hip and lean you weight on one leg

“a lot of things can happen between the time i leave you and when you get to your unit!” he expresses his concern as you roll you eyes and drag yourself into the elevator with seongje already waiting inside

in the elevator, seongje goes on about random kidnappings and assaults that he’s heard on the news about woman making their way to their apartment by themselves

he takes a few “discreet” pics but he’s so obvious about it, you even lock eyes with him but he keeps going.

once the elevator opens, seongje steps out first and quickly checks the surroundings then making his way to your unit as you follow behind

“are you normally this protective or what” you laugh

“only to you, princess” he smirks that cocky smirk again as he stops outside your door

“well thank you for that” you say as you unlock your door, then turn around to face him fully

“hope we can do this again, princess” he winks, and with that, he turns on his heel and waltz’s away. you roll your eyes at his egotistic nature and lock the door behind you

geumsje posted 18:46

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the next few days pass you in a blur, seongje keeps up his routine by following you home. he doesn’t say much like the first time, but he’s always there, lurking in the background, sometimes offering a cigarette

more rumors spread through school as people start seeing you and seongje together after school. most of your friends, most people, actually, stopped hanging out with you because they were scared of getting into trouble with seongje. you didn’t mind it though, you finally got some peace and quiet.

you were lying in bed staring at the ceiling as if you thought it might change colour or something. you were completely bored out of your mind and way too sober than you wanted to be. as if by fate, your phone vibrated, and the screen lit up to show a text from seongje. you immediately agreed to his plans and got out of bed to change into something comfortable and warm, but still presentable at the same time.

"hi"

"hi"

the silence hung comfortably between you two as you made your way to the nearest convenience store.

once you entered, you immediately headed to the drinks section, considering how parched you felt

“which drink should i get?” u stared intensely at the drinks in front of you.

“i dunno” he scoffed “why are you asking me?”

“wow thanks” rolling your eyes “i think I’ll get this one” reaching for a can of milkis “oh and this one” quickly walking over to the milk section and grabbing a strawberry milk carton

seongje takes a can of monster before walking off to the snacks area, picking at least 10 different packs of snacks

“do u really need that much?” laughing at him with his arms filled with snack packets

“a grown man needs his energy” he argues back

you scoff then make your way to the cashier, placing down your items before seongje bumps you out of the way

"what are you doing?" you ask in disbelief

"paying for your things, what do you think i'm doing?" he smirks to himself

"oh how chivalrous" sneering at his "heroic" decisions

"do you want me to pay for it or not" he turns to you, while taking his wallet out of his hoodie pocket

you smile "no, no, by all means" putting your hands up in surrender

he drops his food down onto the counter in front of him and looks through the glass cabinet on the wall while the cashier scans the items like he has no light in his life

"get me a 20-pack marlboro" seongje adds

"id please" the cashier asks in a monotone voice, almost like a robot

seongje takes out a very obviously fake id card, placing it on the counter. the cashier barely looks at the id and unlocks the cabinet behind him, taking a marlboro 20-pack out and onto the counter

“₩27200 please” the cashier sighs

seongje dumps the notes onto the counter then scoops up the food into his arms and walks out the door. you bow a quick ‘thanks you’ then follow him outside.

he quietly groan as he sits down on the curb

“here” he hands you a cigarette and places it in between ur lips, despite you attempts to do it your self, then lights it for you

you finally take a deep breath in, letting all the stress and sobriety slip away freely

“thanks”

he doesn’t respond, but he nods his head in some kind of acknowledgement

the minutes pass slowly, allow you two to embrace the scenery around them. though it wasnts much, it was peaceful, calm, real.

“i know what we should do” seongje says as he stands up, looking down at you still sitting on the curb

“huh”

”come” he holds his hand out for you, in which you gladly take it

he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, with a cigarette still stuck in between his lips, and strolls his way down a dark alleyway.

"are you sure we should go there?" the hint of suspicion, very evident in your tone

"come on" he waves his hand over, "dont you know i'll protect you?"

you let out a huff of defeat and slowly make you way towards him

he swings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer towards him, as your breath slightly hitches

"don't you trust me?"

"fine..."

ynnln_ posted 00:27

tagged @geumsje liked by geumsje, imwinter, jenaissante and 7.5k others ynnln_ this fatass…..

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em’s note #3 :: hihi so this one is kinda long.. im gonna make a part2 bcs i reached the image limit :/ so it hopefully will be out soon !! remember likes, reposts, and constructive criticisms are fully welcome :P

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WHC Boys | Biting lips

Summary: How they react when you bite their lip during a kiss.

Warnings: established relationship, suggestive themes, biting, minor mentions of blood/pain.

Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒊-𝒆𝒖𝒏:

❥ He is a quiet boy at heart, someone who usually prefers to ask politely before taking action.

━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 약한영웅 : WHC

✦ ACCIDENTAL CONFESSIONS . . . !

TEXTPOST : WOOYOUNG , BEOMSEOK , SUHO , SIEUN

no warnings aside from a kms joks in wooyoungs part : might be ooc since I haven't written for whc in so long but idgaf : I might post some more whc stuff soon but idk yet

REQ. I would like to ask Hong Woo-jin, something like: Woo-jin and the reader are having dinner with Geon-woo and his mother, but suddenly Geon-woo's mother asks when Woo-jin and the reader plan to have children, making them both think about the possibility of having children (sorry if it sounds confusing, English is not my first language).

(BLDHS MLST) . hong woojin x fem!reader · est. relationship, slice of life, domestic fluff, discussion of kids

woojin lulled his head low, his eyes peeking just above the used napkin that covered half of his face. you, geonwoo, and his mother were talking, mostly about the weather or silly adult things that he was too distracted to be bothered with. you weren’t really sure how other people hadn’t noticed him yet, suspiciously crouching down alongside the table as he waited for the perfect time to strike.

“kkakkung!” woojin would exclaim, propelling himself up from his crouched-like pose and fully appearing from beneath the table.

the fat, rosy cheeked baby that sat at the next table over squealed in utter joy, easily entertained at the childish game woojin had initiated. a smile almost wider than his face came playing onto his lips, entranced and in complete awe of the adorable infant and her baby giggles. it had been like this for most of the night, you would be deep in conversation with geonwoo’s mother, while woojin kept himself entertained with a few rounds of peek a boo with an infant.

“i think you’re interrupting their dinner, honey.” you announced softly, rubbing your hand over woojin’s shoulder to pull him back to the table with his own family.

“sorry,” he apologized to the couple and waved to the baby, “it’s just that she’s cute and all. fun to play with, too.” he finally rejoined you.

it’s not that he was bored with dinner and the conversations, because he wasn’t. he adored soyeon so much, even as his own mother. but it was evident all he wanted to do was play another round of peek a boo. you can especially see it from the baby that kept making wide-eyed glances towards woojin, wondering if he was going to play with her again.

you noticed that he’s got that effect on kids. he’s good with them and seem to have a way with babies. even soyeon noticed it, admiringly smiling at him before sipping her drink.

“woojin-ah, have you and y/n thought of having one of your own, yet?” she asked sweetly. “don’t you think it’s time? the two of you’d make an adorable little baby.” soyeon encouraged, geonwoo nodding happily in agreement.

you and woojin exchanged glances. the mere idea being put out in the open made his heart flutter, and the genuine twinkle in his eyes appeared as soon as the words rolled off her tongue. his own baby? a mix of you and him, all wrapped up into a little human being he could call his child? it’s not like he hadn’t thought about this before, because he has. in fact, on some occasions, it’s dominated his thoughts late at night. as you slept next to him, soft snores slipping out from you as you were snuggled up beside him, he’d be staring at the ceiling thinking about it, thinking about how the two of you could create a perfect little baby. the idea being brought up again, reminding him of all his late night thoughts, made his chest ache in endearment before he started to excitedly fidget in his seat.

woojin doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more. he’s sure of it; he just needs to know if you’re sure of it too, so after dinner, he opened the conversation about trying.

as he slid into the driver’s side of the car, he became nervous. while his knuckles grew whiter as he clutched onto the wheel, he couldn’t make the effort to do so much as glance at you. if he wanted to bring this up, he wanted to do it right. he wanted to make sure the delivery was perfect, and that he didn’t stumble or trip over words like the idiot he felt he was being right now. it wasn’t until ten minutes in, after watching you innocently tuck a piece of hair behind the nape of your ear. that sweet, content sigh that came tumbling so gracefully from your lips made him find a little solace. and, as you placed a hand to his leg subconsciously, he remembered that it was only you. so why would he be nervous?

“that baby,” he started slowly, figuring it was his best way to introduce the topic, “had a lot of fun. such a little thing, chubby and giggly.”

“she’s very cute.” you agree, eyes closing as you rested your head on the headrest.

“really love babies. pretty good with them, too.”

“i know you are, honey.” you hum, adjusting the position of your neck.

“but did you know that ever since i was young, i’ve wanted to one day have kids; two or maybe even three? i couldn’t wait to start a family. my aunt and my mother’s friends always looked so glowy and pretty when they were pregnant. sometimes i can’t help myself but want to see you look the same.”

woojin’s thought about it early in your relationship, truly believed that you’re the one, the one that he could start a family with, the one that would finally make him happy and give him a baby. he wants it so bad; he would take such good care of her, promised himself and you that he’d be there to watch her every step. he just wonders if you’d like that too.

“do you think eomma was right? that it’s time for us to…” woojin asked softly, eyes staring straight at the road ahead.

“maybe.” you shrug. “someday.” you add.

“right, someday. obviously whenever you’re ready.” he breathes nervously, making you squint in curiosity at his awkward mannerisms, “or like soon but whatever…. whenever.”

“well how soon are we talking? you’re kind of busy with geonwoo and i’ve got my own thing going on. i mean, unless—” you laugh, trying to lighten the mood as you noticed his body was quite literally tensing up, “are you ready?”

“let’s just say we did have to worry about it soon. would you still want one?” your lightheartedness did not work, as you could tell he was forcing himself to remember to breathe. you’ve honestly never seen him like this before.

“woojin—”

“actually,” he interjected abruptly, backtracking completely, “nothing, never mind. it’s— i was just wondering.”

his fingers tapped anxiously against the steering wheel, side-eyeing you briefly only to see the puzzled expression on your face as you tried to figure out why the hell he was being so weird. he never exactly hid his feelings about being a dad before, always making little comments about how your children would be the cutest or how he’d be the best father to them. you assumed that maybe it’s because the conversation about it was real now.

a baby, you thought. in secrecy, it had crossed your mind once or twice. there wasn’t a single thing about woojin that you didn’t adore, and a lot of the times you wondered what traits your kids would adopt from him. as much as the idea made your heart flutter and your stomach get all warm and tingly in the best way, you’d have to bring yourself back down to reality and remind yourself that neither of you were in the position to be parents. with his dangerous line of work, and your demanding job, it just didn’t seem like a good idea right now.

you didn’t talk anymore about it the rest of the ride home, however you brought it up again in the middle of the night while you’re both cuddling in bed. “i want it too, if that’s what you were wondering earlier in the car.” you sighed. “i think about it too, sometimes.”

“really?!” woojin shot his head up, optimistic.

“of course i do. and it sounds nice, but… just not right now.” and he nodded, because he knew as well it wasn’t the right time just yet.

woojin rolled you over so that you were now facing him, hugging you against his chest and caressing your head. “but one day, right? you’ll give me a baby one day, won’t you?” he whispered quietly in the darkness of the room and could feel your mouth curling into a smile from where it was brushing over his chest.

SUM. what they’re like as girl dads

(BLDHS MLST) . includes: kim geonwoo, hong woojin · domestic fluff, girl dads, single father!geonwoo, husband!woojin, “aegiya” = baby, “gongju” = princess

notes. don’t have baby fever or anything but that woojin request made me think about this <3!

KIM GEONWOO

• single girl dad!geonwoo who is a proud father to who he deems to be the cutest daughter on the planet.

• girl dad!geonwoo has developed a tendency to dote on her too much ever since his partner decided to pack her bags and walk out the door, leaving him with no time to tend to his broken heart and all the time to tend to their child.

• girl dad!geonwoo who is very smiley around her, but constantly feels the pressure of having to fill the roles of two people, and worries a lot about his performance as a single parent.

• girl dad!geonwoo tries so hard to always make her feel like she’s loved is so precious and luckily has the strongest support of her grandma and her favorite uncle woojin.

• girl dad!geonwoo takes her on daily trips to the gym, and really likes to watch her punch the punching bag, despite being told by his mother that it’s no place for a little girl.

• girl dad!geonwoo finds it hard to figure out how to be a dad at first because he’s never really had a solid father figure that’s consistently been there. he worries occasionally thinking whether or not he’s doing a good or bad job.

• but what girl dad!geonwoo knows for certain is that his mother was a great parent and he decides that he’ll be just like her, from whom he learned the importance of family and he plans on showing his little girl the same.

• girl dad!geonwoo that’ll pack her lunches. he does it because it makes him happy to see her box returned empty at the end of the day. also loves feedback on his lunches.

• girl dad!geonwoo would find it easy to understand how his daughter feels and sympathizes well with her.

• girl dad!geonwoo does not like negative reinforcement or making her go through punishments, instead when she does something good he positively reinforces her to encourage that she keeps up the good behavior.

• girl dad!geonwoo will also encourage her to participate in a hobby but she’s free to choose what it is, he doesn’t mind. he’ll be supportive of anything and everything she does. whatever his daughter likes or shows interest in, he’ll buy in bulk.

• girl dad!geonwoo never wants to embarrass her in any way so he’ll always inquire and ask her questions about what she like and dislike.

• he learns more and more along the way and it’s one long journey but girl dad!geonwoo is a great father in the end. endlessly supportive, he takes the title of father incredibly seriously.

HONG WOOJIN

• girl dad!woojin who is born to be a girl dad. no matter how many girls he has, they're all going to be daddy's girl. and of course, his daughter loves him to death.

• girl dad!woojin would indulge her and she’s even the second person he can’t say no to, the first one being his wife. it also helps that he is so confident in his masculinity that he doesn’t mind using a princess voice to play with his girl.

• girl dad!woojin doesn’t mind her trying a makeup kit on his face or getting him a skirt so he can be the ultimate princess to attend the tea parties.

• and what would girl dad!woojin be without a little bit of spoiling? he’ll take her out on daddy-daughter dates, buying her anything her little heart desires, and setting her expectations so high for how anyone, let alone a man, should treat her.

• girl dad!woojin has the weakest resolve for his little girl. once she looks at him with her mother’s features and his eyes, it's over. he folds at every single request. she's got him wrapped around her tiny pinky! and she knows it too!

• girl dad!woojin always a present father. goes to every school event, recital, graduation, and even if she decides to take the same route of becoming a boxer and wins her first fight.. woojin is there and he's cheering the loudest.

• girl dad!woojin perpetually has traces of glitter on him. has a horrible manicure and pedicure at all times. will sometimes leave the house with a few bows in his hair because his sweet baby girl wanted dad to match with her for the day.

• protective girl dad!woojin who fears when his girl gets older he’ll be like “okay men ain’t shit, you can date when you’re forty or better yet, when i’m in a casket, six feet under.” and then would fold immediately.

• girl dad!woojin learns how to do her hair to spend time with her in the morning <3 always tells her how beautiful she looks on the inside and out. just raises the most confident, glowing little angel around.

• girl dad!woojin is seemingly allergic to calling her by her name. it's always “aegiya” or “gongju”. he just melts hearing her little giggle when he calls her anything but her actual name.

• first time girl dad!woojin would be so worried when she’s still a newborn and he'd just stay up all night in her nursery while she slept. frankly, woojin would offer insist to be up with her as often as possible while his wife got her beauty rest.

ʙᴀᴋᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: headcanons for Baku/Park Hu-min as your boyfriend, and two scenarios!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: brief mentions of nudity, other than that it’s pure fluff.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I’m so very grateful for the support I’ve been receiving for my last two posts, I love all of you and it means a lot to me! This is just a little filler post since my goal is to post twice a day, maybe even thrice to grow my account and improve my writing. happy reading! (≧◡≦)

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- you guys are very comfortable with each other, e.g: he takes off his clothes around you or pisses while you’re in the room, with no shame, he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until you mention it, the same goes for you, you can go around the house with no makeup, messy hair and a shirt paired with underwear and bare feet and he wouldn’t bat an eye, that’s just how you two are.

You and Baku had a sleepover last night, and you two may or may not have forgotten that it was a Sunday, so now here you two are, him sitting on your bed scrolling on your phone on your TikTok account, occasionally letting out a chuckle at a stupid video, already ready for school with yesterdays hoodie and basketball shorts, while you paced around the room with one of his shirts that was big enough to act as a mini dress, under the shirt, you only had on underwear, barefoot, and your toothbrush in your mouth, the foam threatening to drip down your chin as you hurriedly tried to find clothes to wear for school, Baku finally glanced up at you, scratching his head as he looked at you with that amused smirk of his “babe, we have like 5 minutes until school starts” he said it with amusement in his voice, glancing at the time on your phone just to confirm that yeah, it was in fact 5 minutes. You let out a huff at his words, before finally glancing at a decent hoodie that happened to be draped over the end of your bed, beside Baku, you quickly pulled off your current shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor, turning your gaze to Baku, your boobs now completely visible “hey, Baku, pass me that hoodie” you said as you pointed at the hoodie, and he didn’t even glance at your upper body, his puppy dog eye gaze staying on your face, before throwing you the hoodie, and moving his gaze back to your phone and murmured a quiet “the teachers are so gonna kill us”

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- you’re the kind of couple that shares EVERYTHING from food, to drinks, a bed, hell, you even take his socks sometimes. I can see scenarios where if you get tired of chewing your gum or it’s lost it’s flavour and you just don’t want it anymore he’ll just take it from your mouth and start chewing on it himself.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- he always makes sure you eat, if you plan to hangout with him all day be ready for him to mention food every 3 hours, he’s such a foodie and he encourages you to be too, ofcourse he’s not gonna force you to eat more than an average intake a day, but he loves snacking on things, whether it be a full meal for a family of five or 2 pieces of string cheese, and he always shares his food with you, so you’re always full to the brim whenever you’re with him.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- he’s soooo big on pda, and honestly, half of the time he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, it’s just his outgoing personality and mouth that can’t keep closer for any longer than a minute. He isn’t scared of social anxiety, social anxiety is scared of him.

You had just finished school, and since you go to a different school than Baku, your school ends later on days where Baku’s school ends earlier, you let out a huff as you walked out of the exit of the school, putting your AirPods in and expecting a peaceful walk back home, but your peace was shattered into a million pieces when even through your AirPods, you could hear a very familiar voice shouting your name like some cheesy romance kdrama, you closed your eyes for a good few seconds, and taking in a deep breath, you already knew it was your oh so loving boyfriend Baku, so you prepared yourself for his never ending energy, but when you opened your eyes again before you knew it Baku ran into you with his arms wide, pulling you into a tight and warm hug, everyone stared at you, and even though he just embarrassed you infront of your whole school, you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your lips, because how could you ever hate him when he loves you this much?

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱- he is ALWAYS on you, he’s big on physical touch, and no matter where you are, or with who, or what your doing, he’s always touching you in some way, playing with your hair, a hand on your waist, playing with your rings, you name it, he’s probably done it before.