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iibonniee · 7 months

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Pretty Screaming My Name

Pairing: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, size kink, creampie, semi-oral, semi fingering

Rating: R

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Hyunwoo has always had an obsession with two things: how well she could take his cock and cumming inside her.

Masterlist | Tags: @beautifulworldandmore @kyunnielove

Son Hyunwoo was an idol who put on a good face. His smiles could cheer his fans up in seconds, and his actions often seem to have no thought behind them. It was all a face he put on for the public eye. His bandmates knew him well, but Y/N knew him the best.

Standing above her, his eyes met her own. The once cheerful smile he held was replaced with something different. His smile was more sensual, excited for the night’s activities, for his whispered promises would now be fulfilled.

His hands slowly traveled to her bare legs, causing goosebumps in their wake. His eyes never left her own; his feather-light touch made her muscles twitch in anticipation. The smile he wore was a tangle of love and raw desire, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers roamed higher, tracing an intimate path and causing her breath to hitch. His eyes, usually twinkling with mirth, were now flames in the dark, expressing a different kind of intensity.

Closer, he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, sending a shockwave of sensation that had her gasping. His lips brushed along her collarbone before meeting her lips in a fevered kiss. His lips moved against hers in perfect harmony, coaxing soft sighs from her that only stirred his own desire. He managed to pull back, the same sensual smile now etched on his face. His eyes held an unspoken promise of the shared intimacy that was about to come alive. Hyunwoo, the idol, was lost, and in his place stood a man with a passionate desire to make his whispered promises a reality. Intense in his pursuit, the night had only just begun to unfold for Hyunwoo and Y/N.

His hands were once again roaming her body, his eyes now following where his hands were moving. She noticed how slowly he moved as if he was figuring out what to do next, where his mouth wanted to be. Leaning in, he kissed every inch of her untouched skin, his warm breath dancing on her skin. His lips wandered from the valley between her breasts to the hollow of her hip, leaving a trail of fiery kisses. He drew a lazy path with his tongue down her stomach, causing her to squirm in blissful anticipation.

Hooking a finger under her underwear, he teased the fabric down her legs, revealing her to his fiery gaze. He lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, planting feathery kisses there before crossing the boundary of her underwear, kissing her where she wanted him most. His soft lips against her heated skin sent another wave of shock through her, eliciting gasps and soft moans from her lips. Then, one long lick parted her folds, leaving her gasping in response. His tongue traced intricate patterns against her heated core, each swirl and flick causing a jolt of pleasure to surge through her. He tasted her without rushing, savoring her like she was the sweetest fruit he couldn’t get enough of. With each stroke, each careless tease of his tongue, he teased her closer and closer to the edge of sheer ecstasy, his actions making a clear message: he was relishing in her taste, and he wouldn’t stop until she was undone under his sinful touch. However that may be.

Pulling back and resuming his path upwards, his fingers danced around the waistband of his own briefs. The anticipation was palpable; the tension in the room was almost too much to bear. Sharing a final lust-filled stare with her, he removed his last piece of clothing. It was a sight to behold, witnessing his transformation from the charismatic idol, Son Hyunwoo, to the passionate lover, purely Hyunwoo, who yearned for her touch as much as she longed for his. The night was still young and filled with whispered promises, unsaid words, and the beautiful intimacy they were about to unravel.

“I need you, Hyunwoo.” She whispered, desperate for him. She was far too close just from his teasing alone.

“I’m here, love,” he rumbled, his voice thick with lust. Hyunwoo’s predatory gaze flashed with raw desire, his muscles tensing as he absorbed her desperate plea. He removed his last piece of clothing, revealing his commanding length. Her gaze clung to the sight, eating up every inch of him. He was an exquisite blend of male power and carnal desire that struck deep into the heart of her size kink.

His cock was sizable, an erotic challenge she eagerly welcomed. His hand wrapped around himself, giving a few expert strokes that caused her to whimper in anticipation. He moved his body over hers, aligning his size with her dripping clit. His first brush against her core sent a wave of pleasure spiraling through her body, making her shudder.

Hyunwoo watched her reaction, his grin wolfish, enjoying her need for him. Then he nudged his tip at her entrance, parting her with the breadth of him slowly, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his size. This was a test, an addictive pain that had her gasping. Her begging eyes held his as he pressed deeper, burying himself within her.

Her body welcomed him, her authentic responses fueling his desire further. She was a vision of paradise under him, completely laid bare, waiting to be devoured. The wet sounds of their intimal union filled the room, intoxicating and enticing. With each deliberate stroke inside her, he could see the slight protrusion in her lower abdomen where he was stretched deep inside her. The sight was ungodly arousing, a testament to how well he filled her—how his significant length and cock fit snuggly within her warmth.

He started to move, each thrust of his hips driving him further within her cunt. She gasped, her fingers digging into his muscled back as he pulled out, only to plunge back in, each motion drawing her closer to the edge. Watching the indent of his cock moving within her was beyond erotic. The grind of his hips, how his cock disappeared into her before reappearing, stretched her deliciously, pushing her closer and closer towards the edge filled him with a primal satisfaction. He listened to her gasps and whimpers that got progressively louder with each thrust, then fell silent as she exclaimed his name, drowning in the waves of her pleasure at his merciless tempo. He enjoyed every second, knowing exactly how good he made her feel.

Her body tightened around him with each delicious thrust, her moans growing again, becoming more desperate and erratic. The sight of his significant size disappearing into her over and over was sinfully erotic. He reveled in the way the tufted silhouette of his cock stretched her belly from the inside with each powerful thrust. His strokes grew shorter, faster, the delicious friction of her warm inner walls driving him towards his climax.

The delicious grind of his hips, the erotic sight of his length sheathed within her flesh - it was the perfect sin. With every thrust, she met him halfway, her body eager to accommodate him. He listened to her cries and gasps, punctuated by his name; they grew in volume with each thrust, the erotic symphony driving him further.

Her climax hit her like a freight train, her body shuddering beneath him as she was washed in waves of pure pleasure. Her spasming walls clamping down on him triggered his own release, fueling the intense guttural growl that echoed in the room as he filled her to the brim with his cum. He pulled out, watching the sight of his seed spilling from her, marking her as his, only added to the erotic charge in the room, culminating their night of shared passion.

Through his pants of exhaustion, his fingers lazily pushed his cum back inside her cunt, his frown of disappointment all so evident as he watched it leak back out. He bit his lip, his fingers index and middle plunging in again, pushing back his warm seed into her. The sensation caused a soft moan to fall from her lips, echoing in the silent room, her body still twitching from how hard he fucked her. He savored the sight, passion-dazed eyes watching his fingers moving in and out of her, ensuring every drop of him was inside her, marking her as his. His palm met the slight swell of her belly, the evidence of their shared intimacy warm beneath his touch.

“All mine,” he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. And with a final kiss placed on her lips, the curtain of blissful pleasure descended upon them, their breaths entwined in silent promises. “I hope you’re ready for round two.”

#kvanity #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #monsta x smut #shownu smut #shownu imagines #hyunwoo x reader #hyunwoo smut

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8turning · 29 days

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☆⠀⠀XKRS — how they would pine over you !

hyung line x gn ! reader ★ fluff. technically idol au but it doesn't play a huge role ★ headcannon

warnings: mentions of eating. let me know if i missed anything!

n. i wrote this over a year ago now,, just now posting it. are we shocked? 💀 just a small reminder i don't write for 05 liners & younger!!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED ! ⸜(ˊ▽ˋ*)

⁰⁰¹ : MINJAE.

minjae tries being slick about it (when he's actually very obvious) and adamantly denies he feels any way for you 💀

he'd "accidentally" order an extra plate of food,,

oh no! guess you'll have to join him! it's so convenient that none of his members are available right now!

it's also so convenient he only ever seems to over-order when you're in the office, too. . .

he'll leave you small motivational notes for you to read - in your bag is his favorite place since he's still a bit too nervous to give them to your upfront.

⁰⁰² : JUNMIN.

junmin pines secretly.

NEVER dares to tell his members - they will rat him out immediately (especially sumin 💀).

you might even think he hates you from the constant side-eyes he gives you, but that's actually him internally panicking and checking if you're looking at him. . . he doesn't hate you!! he could never hate you!!

he's always so nervous all the time around you - even once you two became good friends, he'd still find himself stuttering over his words when he speaks with you.

⁰⁰³ : SUMIN.

sumin likes you and will make sure everyone knows ♡

openly flirts. very giggly and teasing if he makes you shy (but will also get shy easily himself).

he feels no shame in being extra stand off-ish in front of you - whether you're laughing with him or at him, he made you laugh!!

that's a #SuminWin in his book!!

help he's the type to pinch you then quickly look away as if it wasn't him 😭

⁰⁰⁴ : JINSIK.

ham jinsik, who doesn't leave your side :((

from the day he met you he deemed you a "safe person"

always invites you out with him, memorizes your drink orders so he can make quick runs in the morning and gift them to you.

he pays close attention to everything you do and makes sure you know just how much he cares 💔

⁰⁰⁵ : HYUNWOO.

hyunwoo tries to make himself known to you in the office, but in the quietest way possible.

even if you're just standing in the same room as him, he'll be sure to show off his gentlemanly qualities - tidying up after his friends, offering waters to everyone he can, spots others when they're stretching. . .

his kindness wasn't fabricated by any means, but it was definitely amplified because of your presence :3

♡ 8TURNING 2024.

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peachesyeo · 3 months

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obsession ── hyunwoo perfect

💌 parings: boyfriend!hyunwoo x clueless!fem!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: mentions of manipulation and gaslight, almost no plot. lowercase intended. 💌 word count: 0.3k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

"baby!" you looked up from your books, as your boyfriend choi hyunwoo pulled out the chair next to you, kissing your cheek as he sat down beside you. "sorry for being late, the boys needed to go through the choreography for one more time."

"it's okay, i've been busy too." you smiled. the both of you had arranged to meet at the library for a study date, and hyunwoo reached for his books in his bag, pulling out the practice papers that he had prepared earlier. "how was your day so far?"

your face fell as you thought about the fight between you and your best friend. ever since you went out with hyunwoo, she has been unhappy with him. she told you that hyunwoo gaslighted and manipulated you for quite a while, and you were upset.

to you, hyunwoo is the perfect boyfriend. he is handsome and kind, he respects your decisions and is also well-liked among your classmates. well, except for your best friend.

"did you fight with sohee again?" hyunwoo sighed, taking your hand into his. you gave him a sad smile. "i don't know why she has so much against you, oppa." you said sadly. "and the others... have been leaving me out of a lot of activities." "it's okay. you have me by your side." hyunwoo pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing them against your cool skin gently. you blushed a little at his actions, and he smiled. "you can depend on me, baby."

"thank you, oppa." you said. hyunwoo flicked your nose lovingly. "anything for you, baby."

that's right. depend on him. only depend on him. hyunwoo's eyes traveled to the top of your head. why do you need friends, when you have him?

he wants your attention to be on him. only on him. your smile, your eyes, your... everything, it all belongs to hyunwoo and hyunwoo only.

you belong to him.

➳ pernament taglist: @wonwooz1 @kwanienies @yeodeulz @enhacracy

#xikers #xikers fanfic #xikers oneshot #yandere xikers #xikers x reader #hyunwoo #choi hyunwoo #yandere hyunwoo #xikers hyunwoo #hyunwoo x reader #☁️by k #xikers imagines #xikers drabbles #kpop #yandere kpop

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chiiyuuvv · 5 months

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• WORD COUNT — 233 • TAGLIST — @hyunukitty , @cake1box

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — id prefer no one requests something like this for a different member, since this was supposed to be actually written (not bullet points) but i lose motivation, but this was also a really good idea.. (hope that makes sense)

But if you still request i ask that you give me a small idea that i can base everything on, since im milked dry 😓

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

Bestfriend!hyunwoo who had a massive crush on you that was oh so obvious

Bestfriend!hyunwoo who kisses you when he thinks your asleep, a stuttering mess as he apologizes for doing something withour consent, but is shut up with another kiss.

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who's feeling clinger than usual, melting at your whiny "whatt" as he pushes you to your bed as he can crawl on top of you

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who bats away your phone so you only have your attention on him

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who wants kisses, but is red when you flip him over, having a very heated makeout session when your parents call

Boyfriend!hyunwoo who is still red when you return, his heart skipping beats when you kiss his cheek, telling him you're going to cook dinner

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo who wants to feed you instead, melting when you happily open your mouth and take his food

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo who wants to say "i love you" while hes resting on your lap, your hands going through his hair as his sparkly eyes flutter shut

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo who waits for you to fall asleep, giving you your goodnight kiss before whispering the three words, along with anything and everything he loves about you

Shy boyfriend!hyunwoo whos shocked when you say it back, revealing, again, you're still awake

"You should really check to see if im sleeping or not." You say, quipped with a hug and giggle

#xikers #kpop #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers imagines #xikers fanfic #xikers fanfiction #xikers au #xikersau #hyunwoo x reader #xikers hyunwoo #choi hyunwoo #fluff hyunwoo #hyunwoo

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xotaemintol · 7 months

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HYUNWOO X FEM READER: GYM PHOTO (short)

SHORT! Word Count: 848

TWS: Masturbation, mentions of: kissing, sex, and oral sex (fem receiving).

PRONOUNS USED: NONE

Plot: After your boyfriend Hyunwoo sends you a picture of himself at the gym you get so turned on that you begin touching yourself to the thought of him, not even stopping when he walks in on you.

All it took was one mirror picture of Hyunwoo at the gym, his shirt was slightly wet and sticking to his skin from sweat the same sweat that dripped down his temples and arms. You said you’d only look at the picture one more time, that you were only trying to get a good look at what he looks like at the gym, but you quickly found yourself analyzing every droplet of sweat, every vein that pressed against his skin, the wrinkles of his shirt, and a slight bulge that pressed against his unforgivingly thin sweatpants. You didn’t even notice your body getting hotter or your breathing getting heavier until you felt your hand sliding down your body, you hadn’t even realized that you began touching yourself until your hand was already struggling to get underneath the band of your pants. When you finally came to and stopped looking at the picture, you considered for a second how immoral it would be to touch yourself to such a wholesome picture; after all, he’s only at the gym. So as you unbuttoned your pants and shoved them down messily you bit your lip in shame, and with your phone in one hand you slipped your other into your underwear.

At first, you were only teasing yourself, testing the waters by slipping your middle finger in between your folds as you stared at his forearms, you could feel yourself becoming warmer by the second, and with every caress, you were getting wetter. It didn’t take long for you to begin massaging slow circles onto your clit as you trailed your eyes up to his neck, swallowing as your mouth became dry at the sight of little droplets of sweat trickling down his body, you had never felt so thirsty so quickly. As you touched yourself you started imagining how he’d look above you, sweat dripping down his entire body as he locked eyes with you and thrusted into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. So lost in your lust for Hyunwoo you began imagining licking the sweat from his body without even an ounce of shame left, vividly imagining the way your tongue would cool down his warm body and how he’d praise you for being such a desperate slut for him.

You softly cursed under your breath as you felt a chill slowly creep up your spine, your pussy throbbed at every movement of your finger and as you trailed your eyes up to his face your eyebrows furrowed and you licked your lips as you thought of kissing him, you can almost feel them, so soft and warm, the feeling of them like pillows against your body and his tongue so hot in your mouth or trailing up your body. You wished that you could reach through the phone and feel him, pervertedly run your hands across his body as he kissed you and explored your body with his veiny hands, you wanted to reach right through the screen and pull him into your bed, you couldn’t even put into words what you’d do to him or what you’d let him do to you if you could. Thinking of how badly you wanted to be seated on his perfect face, how his lips would feel against your pussy, his soft breaths blowing against the wetness and his hands pressed into your plush thighs as they tremble beside his head.

You felt like you had never wanted anything as badly as you wanted him at that moment alone like you could live a thousand years over and never want anything more than you wanted Hyunwoo in that single second. You had been teasing yourself for so long that over thirty minutes had passed, by then you were looking at videos and pictures of him that fans would thirst over, touching yourself to those as you waited for him to send another picture or video of him at the gym. But in the midst of your waiting you heard the door open, knowing that no one else had the key to your house but Hyunwoo you found yourself panting in excitement, you didn’t know that he’d be coming over or that he’d be cutting his gym session short today but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to walk right into that room, strip down and fuck you into that mattress like he hated you, so as he opened the door and stood in the doorway you didn’t stop touching yourself as you looked at him, a four-second video of him replaying in the background as he eyed you for a second with his face quickly turning red.

“I missed you.” Was all you were able to get out before he snatched the hoodie off his body and walked towards the bed, he wasn’t going to waste a second thought about why you were touching yourself to videos of him or why you didn’t just call him if you wanted him this bad then he’d happily give you exactly what you’ve been craving.

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woojungz · 5 months

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how xikers would confess to you! 🍃💐

❝ xikers x gn!reader

𓂃𓈒 this is part 1. members included: minjae, junmin, sumin, jinsik, hyunwoo. i will make a part 2 soon with the rest of the other members (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

✧𓂃𓈒MINJAE.

you met him through your dance troupe from school. he was a year older than you, and everyone else admired him for his dependable and leader-like qualities. everyone loves him to the point that your cute puppy love towards him goes unnoticed. it's just normal for people to love minjae that much at your school.

but then suddenly during practice everyone was sad, it's because minjae's gonna be graduating soon. it's never gonna be the same without him in the troupe. you started to brush off your feelings for him, and planned to give him a small little goodbye just like everyone else. until he asked you to stay after class because he wanted to show you something.

and inside your heart was beating really fast, cuz why the hell would your crush ask you to stay after everyone has left. you were starting to think he was mad at you (for absolutely no reason?!) until he told you he wants to show you some dance he made.

at first it was just him dancing while you cheered him on (he told you it was some new choreography he practiced last weekend). you were caught off guard when he suddenly grabs your hand and makes you dance with him! you got shy at first, but as time passed by, you were having fun with minjae, freestyling moves and whatnot.

once you guys got tired, the both of you just sat down on some corner to drink water and refresh. the silence was broken by minjae, asking you if you wanted to go to han river with him to hang out for awhile. you knew he loved it there, one of his favorite hangout spots with junmin (a really close friend of his). so when he invited you to go, it was probably the hundredth time your heart beat really fast for the day…

he brings you to han river after buying a few snacks, then resting at a lone bench beside some tree. it was really quiet, except for the cool breeze and the distant sound of other people around the area. you were caught out of your daze when minjae suddenly took your hand in his. of course you looked at him, wide-eyed.

"minjae…?"

"you know how much this place means a lot to me right?" minjae asks you, and you nod in return.

"i think it's the best place for me to tell you how special you are to me. i'm not gonna beat around the bush anymore, i really like you, y/n."

you were almost speechless, but thankfully you managed to atleast nod at him. embarrassingly stuttering out words, telling him you reciprocate his feelings, and that you really really like him too.

let's just say han river became your usual hanging out spot once you guys became a couple♡

✧𓂃𓈒JUNMIN.

your dog was one peculiar creature, the moment you step foot outside, the little cutie wouldn't stop sniffing every single thing around him. when you finally managed to bring your dog to the park, you sigh in relief. surely he would wanna explore now since you guys were in an open space. but no, apparently some random bush was far more interesting than whatever else was at the park.

until you were suprised when a brown fluffy poodle approached your pup. it was collared, your sight following its leash until you lock eyes with a guy in a cozy sweater.

"kong!! don't go running into random dogs out of nowhere!"

you assumed kong was the name of the friendly dog that approached yours.

"no don't worry! it's completely alright, i think my dog could use a few friends anyway, everytime i walk him, he doesn't even move an inch and keeps smelling things!"

"well, looks like the both of them are getting along. oh, junmin's the name by the way!"

he introduces himself, and soon you follow, beginning a small talk between each other as your dogs mingled along. the conversation must've been so good that junmin didn't realize his grip on the leash loosened, and kong suddenly bolts, your dog following suit.

"kong!!!!"

the both of you didn't expect to be caught in a chase real quick, and even if those dogs were quite small, they're still pretty damn fast. after a few minutes of running around the park, your pets grew tired, finally. so that's how you find yourself beside junmin sitting on the unoccupied swings, your dog sleeping soundly on your lap.

that meeting was the first of many as you continued hanging out with junmin everytime you walk your dog at the park. leading to meet ups where you guys bought pet treats, cute clothes for your dogs, and even left them at a doggy daycare for the rest of the day so you guys can hang out alone with each other.

another day passes, the sky clear. as usual, you were with junmin again, but he looked like he was in deep thought. so you asked him if something was bothering him, staring at the way he takes a deep breath before staring right at your eyes. some otherworldly force must've been helping him, suddenly no one else was around this area of the park. he cheers for himself inside, he can do it. a perfect moment as your two dogs are busy playing with each other at a corner.

"y/n, we've been hanging out with each other for quite some time now. i really got to know you well these past months, and i really enjoy spending time with you."

junmin starts, avoiding your gaze. he can't see it, but you smile at him. "me too junmin, i really enjoy your company."

"well, i don't wanna dwell on it much anymore. so i'm just gonna say it. y/n, you mean a lot to me, and… and i like you alot—"

you were about to take a step closer to him until kong parks his butt right at junmin's feet, and suddenly starts pissing all over him, a loud screech resounding throughout the park.

"kong!!!!!"

✧𓂃𓈒SUMIN.

you wanted a change of pace for now, so you decided it would be nice to take tours of the different art galleries in your city. all was going well, when after a few trips to different galleries… you started to notice this one dude with a very striking fashion sense. as the coincidences of you guys visiting the same galleries at the same time continue, you really can't help but notice him. i mean, who wouldn't turn their head towards someone wearing a bunch of layered clothing with different patterns and textures—but somehow still make it work.

one day, you finally knew what to call him. sumin, he says, officially became your unofficial tour buddy as you continue to plan a lot more trips for next time. that's how you find out what a surprisingly chill guy he is, a huge contrast to how he dresses. sumin had mentioned his daily life consisted of making art, paintings, lounging around parks, and of course, visiting art galleries.

"it's honestly kinda boring though." sumin stares off at a distance as he stirs some of the hot chocolate he had ordered at this cafe you chose to rest at for awhile, after a long session of looking at paintings and whatnot.

"boring?! i'd kill to have a life like that. i only go to art galleries as some kind of escape from my hectic schedules,"

you continue to rant as sumin listens carefully. this was the cycle for about a long time, enough for sumin to know almost every single thing about you now. so does his feelings for you grow by time. he only ever comes around to check out pretty paintings, but instead he's found someone like you, the prettiest he's ever met. just as how unpredictable he was, you weren't expecting him to tell you his feelings anytime soon.

starting the day as usual, you guys meet up at another art gallery that just opened, somewhere beyond the city you reside in. you were quite excited about this one, having seen how popular it got on the internet that you just have to really see it for yourself. as you walk around the gallery, stopping by each painting to tell a bunch of stuff you've read about it to sumin, you can't miss the way he intensely looks at you, his eyes tracing your own up until he's scanned your whole face. honestly it was kind of odd, but you brushed it off. he must've been trying to focus, seeing the way he scribbles on to the paper really hard.

"it's really interesting right?" you ask, totally oblivious to whatever sumin was doing.

"yeah, totally."

an hour passes and you reach the exit of the gallery, but sumin still seems to be busy with his damn paper…

"dude… i literally stopped talking like fifteen minutes ago, what could you possibly be taking notes of. like i get that the paintings were interesting, but were they really that interesting for you to keep writing until—"

sumin finally hands you the piece of paper. you flip it over, your eyes widening before looking back up at him.

"you did this?!" he only replies with a hum, flashing you that cute smile of his.

you couldn't help but feel your heart warm at the sight, all this time he was sketching a beautiful portrait of you. it doesn't look polished, the strokes were the kind of messy that worked together. despite the lack of color, the ink of his pen was enough to convey the way he sees you through his eyes. suddenly your gaze flickers towards the bottom of the page, a little scribble of handwriting made by sumin

i like you, y/n <3

✧𓂃𓈒JINSIK.

finals were nearing, spending most of your days at the cafe near your university. even before, you loved to hang out here, to the point that the baristas already recognize you as a regular. it's just that these days, you were needing coffee more than usual, or else you won't survive by the end of the semester.

so when you order the 'usual' this afternoon, you weren't expecting such a different flavor to meet your tongue, fighting not to spit it out and make a scene. internally you were asking yourself what went wrong, approaching your barista friends to ask them if they accidentally gave you the wrong order. but your name was on the cup, so that couldn't be the case, right?

instead, you found out that a newly hired barista made your order. 'jinsik' he introduces himself, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at the floor. and boy did you really forget about the bad drink the moment you laid your eyes on him.

thank god you were able to blink yourself free from the stare you held on him, he's quite literally the most charming barista you've ever seen around here. once he finds out he messed up your order, he apologizes cutely… almost bows to the floor but you stop him.

ever since then, he makes it a point to leave messages on your cup. he's so sweet really, he found out that you were hanging out here for longer because you're studying for your finals. leaves cute messages that cheers you on for the rest of your study time :(

eventually he finally mixes your drinks really well. you often stay during weekends, sometimes staying until the cafe closes, this is usually the time where no one really orders or comes in. jinsik takes it as a chance to leave the counter and sit around with you while you study (mostly just him distracting you because how could you not devote your full attention to someone like him?!)

by the day of your finals, you make one last stop by the cafe to get a drink for the morning.

"hey, y/n! d-day right? there's this drink i've been seeing around everywhere, i heard it's mixed with ingredients that are good for focus. want me to make it for you?"

you curiously agree, taking the cup from him once he's had it done. taking a sip from the drink, your eyes widen because it's a flavor you recognize, something you've brought up with him before, and he remembered it :(

but you wonder how the hell he made it taste so good, taking a peek at the sticker on the cup that showed the drink add-ons. strangely there was none, turning the cup around until you see his message scribbled with a marker.

i like you y/n♡ let's hang out after your exams, yeah? early celebration bc i know you'll ace it!

you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up at his words, he wasn't even saying it directly to you, but your heart feels like it's gonna jump out of your chest. you immediately look for him, spotting him behind the counter, already looking at you fondly with a smile on his face :(

✧𓂃𓈒HYUNWOO.

it was the most awaited night of all time, your school's prom night. everything was perfect, from your outfit, and your friends that are coming with you. but as the event dragged on, your friends wanted to go on their own ways and spend time with their dates. personally you didn't mind, they'd already brought it up before, and you were completely fine with it.

as you sit by the snacks and drinks, you begin to wonder if you should've taken the time to ask your long-time crush to be your date for prom night. hyunwoo, his name was, the main vocalist of your school band that was quite popular with the students. to you he was just the coolest, especially when he sings everytime they perform. but because of that, you assumed that there must be other people that were already hitting on him too. he probably already has a date, someone much better than you, even.

you silently sulk at the corner, busying yourself with the cup of fruit punch you grabbed awhile ago. that was until someone announced through the microphone for everyone to gather by the stage. hyunwoo's band was performing, of course you rushed towards the crowd that also came to watch. right, not only was he gonna be busy with his date for tonight, they were also preparing to perform. must've been why you weren't able to see him around the moment you step foot in here.

and they begin, the band playing their original song. well, it was the perfect song for couples, everyone linking up with their dates to slow dance with each other, making you feel out of place. you left your spot at the middle. forget about watching hyunwoo sing at the stage. you disappear at the back of the crowd, hand still holding the cup of punch from awhile ago. the ice had already melted, you didn't even bother to drink it, probably tasted bad already. just like how you felt watching everyone dance with their partners, you would be lying if you said you weren't jealous at all.

though you decided to distract yourself for awhile, you can't help but think about hyunwoo while you were alone. i mean, his voice is literally the only thing you can hear from the speakers right now. every single line he sings, you can't help but look back on your memories with him. he was one of your close friends, sometimes you guys spend afternoons alone, by the bleachers or maybe helping him with some songwriting and practice. minutes pass by, the band was done, but hyunwoo's voice suddenly saying your name through the microphone caught your attention.

"this song is actually dedicated to someone who's very close to me. y/n, if you're listening, i want you to know that i really really like you."

the crowd suddenly cheers, the band taking their time to leave the stage. at the back, the stage lights were blinding to you. you can't really see hyunwoo. not until you hear a shout of your name, turning to meet his eyes.

"y/n. you're here! i was looking for you everywhere, i wasn't able to see you among the crowd." he begins, panting a bit as he ran from the stage towards where you are.

you weren't able to stop him from suddenly dragging you outside, right at the garden of the venue. it was only the two of you here, sounds of the crickets were doing a little bit to ease your nervousness.

"um, i really enjoyed your performance awhile ago." you began, staring up at his eyes.

"of course, i practiced really hard… for you."

hyunwoo takes your hand in his, fingers tangling with each other. "hyunwoo, i really like you too. a lot."

he blushed at the statement, the both of you avoiding each other's gaze. there was a moment of silence that fell upon the both of you, but your linked hands weren't budging at all. until you hear the faint start of a song from the venue, still quite loud even though you were at the garden.

"want to dance with me y/n? i wasn't able to be with you awhile ago." you weren't able to say no, facing him as he rests a gentle hand on you waist, looking straight into your eyes as the both of you begin a slow rhythm of dancing to the song. it was the best ending you could ever ask for, officially sealing the endless pining the both of you endured, the perfect night made under the dozens of stars and the cozy moonlight.

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hii i was wondering if you could do bf!hyunwoo, like or similar to what you did with minjae and sumin??

💌 — Hello, I absolutely can!! I swear he’s not talked abt enough🙏

Bf!Hyunwoo who 100% has this odd inclination for play fighting, and it always ensues from such a trivial topic that the two of you keep butting heads on, still, he’s finding an excuse to pin you down and tickle you until you’re barely able to form a coherent sentence, threatening you with empty promises, and he’d say it all without an ounce of seriousness, his laugh cutting through his struggled words. He always gets a kick out of it, laughs just as hard— if not harder, just loves seeing your smile, hearing your laugh :,)

Bf!Hyunwoo who is very serious about taking your pictures for you, Seeun’s offering to take them? No he isn’t, the phones already in his hand. He puts in the same amount of effort that a high in demand photographer does, and is always equipped with a multitude of angles to experiment with. Words of encouragement? Are you joking? He’s praising you so much, tells you how beautiful you look every single time, a lot of the pictures end up capturing how touchy he gets, absolutely unable to resist you + so, so many candid moments of you!! Whether it’s small videos or just pictures of your back they’re in his album dedicated solely just for you:b

Ex: There’s for sure some shots you sneak into your photo dumps of his hands grabbing at your waist, ass, face, neck to pull you into a kiss, you’re just so unreal, he can’t help but grab at you wherever he can, the photos after definitely have a little evidence of him literally jumping you with his lips, and per his request he isn’t cropped out of anything, loves the baffled reactions in your comments, eats them up every single time like “yeahhh, and what about it?”

Bf!Hyunwoo who loves keeping said pictures of you in his phone case, has a little collection that’s still growing, he switches them out occasionally and lovesss bragging about you to both people who don’t know you and the boys. Once he starts there’s no stopping him. Shoving his phone into whoever’s face as he goes on a tangent about how pretty you are, how kind you are, he’s also talking about whatever embarrassing habits you have that he finds adorable, it’s like whatever picture of you he’s pulling out there has to be a random fun fact about you too, he loves showing off that he knows you personally like that :b cause who else knows all of the little things you do like he does?

Ex: The back of his phone is a frequent guest in their YouTube videos, a big grin on his face as he points to the picture of you, “My girlfriend isn’t here to watch us perform today, so I cloned her and stuck her in the back of my phone. No she can breathe. I miss her a lot, I’ll do my best for her out there, I hope she’ll be watching from her phone.” He’s such a my girlfriend my girlfriend type 😣

Bf!Hyunwoo who admittedly sometimes gets a little shy calling you pet names in front of his members (Baby, babe, sweetheart, darling) instead he’d come up with a personal nickname for you, like a shortened, distorted, added letters that aren’t originally there kind of nickname, and it’s so cute because maybe it’ll sound a little unserious, a little silly, but he’ll say it with such a genuine tone when referring to you by it in a conversation (because he’s always talking abt you😋). And whoever he’s talking to will be like “Who?” And he’ll be like “My girlfriend??? Who else would I be talking about???” Since it’s something he created just for you he’d be a little bitter if his members started to use it, because they aren’t your boyfriend??? He is??? That’s why he made it???

Bf!Hyunwoo who doesn’t let you say ‘love you’ without the ‘I’ first, because if you don’t he’s immediately stopping you to ask if you’re okay, if he’s upset you in any way, and he always has this cute pout on his face, it’s his ‘serious’ face… that you can’t help but want to squish until his skin is stressed red. If it was merely just an accident, telling him it slipped your mind, he always lets out the biggest sigh of relief, carefully grabbing at your face to pull you into a kiss. Along with this he doesn’t like the word ‘too’ like, “I miss you too.” and “I love you too” it sounds forced to him, like you’re saying it back only because he said it first, he needs to know that it’s an authentic ‘i love you’ and not a pity ‘i love you’😞

Bf!Hyunwoo who is so stubborn that if you get into the smallest of disagreements he’s immediately quiet, face of stone, but is still bulldozing his head into your chest so you can cuddle. He’ll only hum his answers out if you’re asking him any questions, fingers threading through his soft hair, eventually he’d crash out from this and would wake up like nothing ever happened🙄 he’d start talking though, so you know it was never that serious, he just likes being dramatic so you’ll smother him in your love after.

Bf!Hyunwoo who sings/plays the piano for you any chance he gets, he loves being your background noise + it’s a good excuse to be in your presence while you’re studying, reading, doing any of your hobbies that don’t involve sound. I think he’d also make these silly songs for you that consist of what you’re doing at that exact moment, and he’d keep going until he gets a smile or a laugh out of you :,)

NSFW under the cut!

Bf!Hyunwoo who at random will only slightly lift your shirt up so he can press small, wet kisses to your stomach, you’ll be on your phone, one hand petting at his head in acknowledgment of his presence, he’d get a little carried away, purposely or not, shifting down the band of your pants so his kisses can reach lower, and lower until your phones shut off, thrown to the side and his tongue is dipping out to run hasty licks at your clit, he likes the way you whine, begging for “More, please.” Until he caves and is making the most obscene, wet noises with his mouth as possible as.

Bf!Hyunwoo who is always so, so vocal!! “Doing s’good baby” “Shit— ‘s embarrassing, gonna make me cum already” “God you feel so good, I love you so much” UGH. He’s so loverboy, heavy on holding your hand as he’s thrusting into you, his strokes heavy and paced just right. Wet kisses against your collarbone, neck, face. Eye contact always!! And he’s always got this little smile on his face when your eyes peak up at him, looks at you so lovingly🫠

Bf!Hyunwoo who loves the thrill of potentially being caught, @ntoniac who has plans to further delve into this hc sometime soon😋

Bf!Hyunwoo who is so hallway/airport/cafe crush that it’s making my head spin😡

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pretty like seeing the ocean

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This was the first time you ever got to see the ocean, and you were obsessed. Granted, you were a little worried about what the water would look like because, well, pollution, but the ocean you got to see was a beautiful deep shade of blue, the waves sparkling in the distance as the rays of the sun hit it.

It was extremely bright outside, but seeing the ocean with your naked eyes was so much more magical than if you had sunglasses on. Suddenly, you found someone shoving a baseball hat on your head. Scowling, you looked at the source of the hat and said with a huff, “I told you I didn’t want the hat, Junghoon.”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry, Y/N. Don’t blind yourself,” Junghoon said with a tiny sigh. “It’s either the hat or stay inside because we both know you’re not going to protect your eyes with sunglasses.”

“Fine,” you accepted as you adjusted the hat on your head.

Junghoon, with the straightest face, shot you a peace sign and skipped over the hot sand, a swim tube bobbing up and down on his waist— where on Earth did he get that from?— as he made his way to the ocean. You watched in awe as the boy animatedly jumped into the ocean and let himself be swept away by the ocean currents. You would’ve worried about his safety, but you knew he would be just fine. If anything, he’d be the one to save you if you were drowning.

Since it was your first time at the beach, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You would’ve swam, but the sun was beating down so hard that you kind of just wanted to sit on the sand under a large beach umbrella and watch your friend twirl around in his tube.

Just then, you heard people whispering around you and pointing somewhere further along the beach with gasps of awe and words of admiration. You looked to where they all were staring and gasped as well. Walking along the beach on their way to the ocean was a gaggle of boys, all of them wielding surfboards. Your eyes lingered on one of the boys in particular, his foxy eyes sparkling in the sun as he smiled broadly and laughed with his friends.

“I had no idea the surf club was going to be out today,” you heard one person say.

“Are there going to be waves big enough for these boys?” another commented.

“Well, a sight for sore eyes. Let’s just sit and enjoy the show,” one giggled.

You took in all of the information and continued to stare at the boy with the sparkling eyes and cute smile. Hugging your knees to your chest, you watched him and his two friends enter the ocean, preparing to take on the waves that came their way.

The boy that caught your eye was the first to take on a wave. You saw him paddling towards the wave, and the second he popped up, your heart thudded wildly in your chest. He looked stellar with his dark, wet hair brushed back and his wet suit glittered in the hot sun. More than anything, it was the look of sheer happiness and excitement that spread across his face the longer he rode the wave that made your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

At some point, all three of the surfer boys were out catching waves, but your eyes only stayed locked on the first boy. You couldn’t tell if you were infatuated with his moves or with his looks, but you simply could not tear your eyes away from the boy. It certainly did not help when you saw him emerge from the water and shake out his hair like he was in some sort of commercial for beer or shampoo, and him driving the end of his board into the sand was the final straw for your poor, hopeless heart.

Suddenly, you locked eyes with the boy, and you immediately looked away, your face fifty shades of flustered. You hoped and prayed that the boy did not notice you staring him down. You counted to ten to yourself quietly before looking up again to see that his friends had joined him on the sand. They were all talking and laughing just as they had been before riding the waves, but you noticed that the boy you were intrigued by looked in your direction again, sending your heart into a thudding fit.

“Do you ever plan on swimming, Y/N?” Junghoon, appearing out of nowhere, spoke calmly into your ear, startling the shit out of you.

“Jesus, Hoonie!” you yelped. “Where did you come from?!”

“The ocean?” Junghoon pointed out at the blue waters. “Where else would I come from?”

“I— Shut up. And, no. I don’t want to,” you mumbled.

Junghoon, as observant as ever, looked in the direction of where you were staring and stifled a giggle. “Maybe if you drown, he’ll rescue you.”

“Junghoon, shut up, or I’ll drown you in the ocean.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You had half a mind to actually drag your friend out to the ocean, but you knew that he was trying to get a rise out of you, so you kept your butt planted firmly to the sand. You huffed and grumbled to yourself as you hugged your knees to your chest.

“Want me to get him over here so you can talk to him?”

“Junghoon, just go frolic in the water or something. Let me enjoy the view.”

“You mean him, right?”

“No, that’s not— Go away!”

You shoved the boy away from you and turned your back to him. Junghoon, still holding back a laugh, shrugged, and waltzed away and back to the salty water so he could float around in his tube some more, leaving you with your thoughts, the sounds of the ocean waves, and the view of the beautiful surfer boy.

Junghoon ended up exerting so much of his energy at the beach that he ended up heading back to the car to take a nap while he left you to sit and continued to enjoy the sight before you. The surfer boys had been long gone by then, so you simply were enjoying your first time at the beach without even dipping your toe in the water. You continued to sit under your large beach umbrella until the sun began to set. You thought that the crowd around you would multiply because the sun setting into the ocean was gorgeous, but if anything, the numbers straggled down until it was pretty much just you, the pink sky, and the orange ocean.

All that, and something else— something more.

“Hey,” you heard someone say softly.

At first, you thought it was the ocean, but you realized that the source of the sound was actually standing next to you. You looked to see that it was the beautiful surfer boy that you had been ogling hours ago. Your jaw dropped as you saw him.

It was like he came right out of a comic book with the way the orange hues of the setting sun bathed his figure. His skin, like the ocean, glimmered, and his dark locks were slightly wet— presumably by saltwater. Your heart skipped several beats when he ran his fingers through his hair and pushed it back, revealing more of his stunning, boyish looks and that eye smile of his that made you fall hard for him.

“I— Yes— Uh,” you stuttered, unsure of how to properly greet him. You finally settled for responding with a tiny, “Hello.”

When he giggled, your heart soared. You didn’t even know the boy’s name, and yet, you were smitten. He had an incredible hold on you and your heart.

Still standing, the boy pointed at the spot on the sand next to you, silently asking if he could join you. You nodded vehemently, earning another giggle from him. Your heart nearly burst through your chest when he sat down next to you, his skin nearly brushing against yours.

“I’m Hyunwoo, by the way,” the boy said after a brief silence settled between the two of you.

“Y/N,” you breathed out, unsure if you actually said anything because the sound of your blood rushing to your ears was incredibly loud.

Silence filled the space between the two of you once again. You desperately wanted to say something to Hyunwoo— you wanted to compliment his surfing skills, his hair, his eyes, but the words got stuck in the back of your throat. You usually were rendered silent when it came to beautiful people, but this was a little too much. The guy was right next to you, and you couldn’t say a thing? Anything?

“I just,” you heard Hyunwoo speak up softly, his voice barely overpowering the sound of the wind and the crashing waves. “I had to say hi. You looked— I mean you still do but— you’re stunning.”

“O-oh!” you stammered while barely maintaining eye contact with the boy, your face getting hotter by the second. “Thank— Thank you.”

Silence once again. You brought your knees to your chest and rocked yourself gently while trying desperately to summon the courage to tell this boy how you feel.

“You know,” Hyunwoo spoke before you could. “I saw you earlier.”

“Wh-what?”

“While I was surfing. I saw you watching.”

You looked at Hyunwoo to see that eye smile reappear on his face, his cheeks rosy as he continued speaking.

“You looked so cute watching us surf… I hope you enjoyed the show.”

“Of course I did!” you exclaimed a little too loudly. “You were amazing! I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you!”

Seeing Hyunwoo’s eyes widen immediately made you cover your mouth with sheer embarrassment. You felt your face get redder than the setting sun and immediately turned away from him to try and reduce your shame. You heard that slight giggle of Hyunwoo’s again and felt your body get red hot with self-consciousness.

“Are you going to be in town for long?” Hyunwoo asked, seemingly diverting the topic. “I’ve never seen you here before, so I’m assuming you’re not from here.”

You shook your head and responded timidly, “I’ll be here tomorrow as well before my friend and I head back to the city…”

“Then, how about tomorrow, you and I catch some waves together?”

Eyes wide, you stared at Hyunwoo. You blinked several times before whispering, “I don’t know how to surf, though…”

“I’ll teach you.”

Hyunwoo reached for your hand and held it gently, waves of heat rushing through your body as your heart raced at a million miles per hour. The way he stared right into your eyes made you feel like you were drowning in the depths of his, and it definitely didn’t help that you forgot how to breath simply because he and his eyes were sparkling like anything. You could only gape as his hold on your hand got the slightest bit tighter.

“It’ll be fun! And I promise, I will not let you drown.”

“What if I do…?”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to perform CPR on you.”

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lil-elle · 5 months

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Chances Taken

group: xikers

pair: hyunwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, mild angst, classmates to lovers, crushes

word count: 1.6k

content: a kiss ♡

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Hyunwoo carefully untangles the ribbon on the small pink box in his hands and removes the lid, revealing the shiny silver anklet he'd bought just for you. Jewellery was way too much for a Valentines gift for a CRUSH, he knows that, but the moment he saw those charms glisten as he walked past the window of the jewellery store, he just couldn't help it.

He carefully closes the box back up, tying the ribbon back up as neatly as it was before and placing it with utmost care onto his bedroom desk. He flops back onto his bed, a smile on his face so wide his eyes have practically disappeared as his mind conjures up all sorts of daydreams of how you might react to his gift. He almost slaps himself at the picture of you in his mind blushing, telling him you like him back. That's when he decides its time for bed, but even after settling down in his pyjamas, lights off, his nerves forbid him from sleeping.

As he walks to school the next day, the jewellery box tucked securely into his bag and his own heartbeat ringing in his ears, he comes to the realisation that he's basically confessing to you today. If his gift were chocolates or flowers or something else cliché, he could easily just give the gift and pass it off as 'It's Valentines day! So I wanted to give you something nice!'

His gift being one that almost drained his bank account made passing it off like that not so easy.

His eyes never failed to wander to your desk as he entered the classroom, today being no different. If anything, his eyes are glued to the desk, searching for any sign that someone else may have had similar plans of leaving a gift. He breathes a sigh of relief at your empty desk before sitting down at his own and pulling out a pen and some paper. His cheeks prickle with heat as he writes a note that reads:

"I really really like you. Like really really really like you. I have a gift for you, for Valentines day. Please meet me on the rooftop at the end of the day."

The way he giggles to himself as he read over the note makes him glad he arrived so early today, leaving him alone in the classroom. He knows that everything about this is cliché, but the thought of meeting you up there and confessing all he feels makes his body feel like it has electricity running through it. He carefully folds the paper and presses the note face down on your desk before making himself comfortable at his own desk and waiting for people to arrive. His mind can't stop running through millions of scenarios and he buries his brightly blushing face into his hands as his feet fidget impatiently.

The day passes too fast yet too slow at the same time and as the final bell rings, he bounds up the school stairs to the rooftop, almost tripping at least 3 times. He throws the door open to see the deserted rooftop. "She's not here.." he thinks, stepping out and watching as all the students filter through the school gates, excited to finally go home. "I'll wait." He sits cross legged on the ground, placing his bag next to him as he holds his chin in his hand and watches the people down below. Freshly formed and well established couples are both mingling too, after all, it's Valentines day. His eyes wander through all the people he sees, taking everything in as his mind continues to race with every passing moment that you don't show up. He notices one couple kissing at the gates and he quickly averts his eyes as the image of you begins to form in his head once again, his face turning tomato red for about the 90th time today.

Minutes pass and eventually there are only a few scattered people making their way out of the gates. The school is practically empty at this point and he can feel his eyes sting as he sighs and picks himself up off of the ground. Hoisting his bag over his shoulder, he makes his way through the door and down the school steps again, eventually ending up in the hallway where his classroom is right before the entrance. Suddenly someone barrels into the side of him and they almost tumble to the ground until he grabs their waist to steady them.

"Woah are you...oka-" without warning, you're looking up at him with those beautiful eyes he's always adored. What's worse? He's holding your waist, body practically pressed up to his as if you two were slow dancing. KABOOM. All at once his heart is racing, his whole body is on fire and he can barely think straight, your hands resting against his chest as you look up at him with puppy eyes.

"S-sorry, I have to get going!" He can't help but notice a red tint on your own face as well as you pull yourself away from him and begin rushing up the stairs. "The stairs to the roof..." he thinks to himself as you disappear from his sight.

Without hesitation, he runs after you, pushing open the door to see your beautiful figure standing solemnly on the rooftop. The setting sun has painted the sky with a golden colour the reflects down onto the world below, making you look especially gorgeous in his eyes. You whip your head around at the sound of the door opening and your eyes meet his. "Oh...it's you, you scared me." You awkwardly chuckle.

"H-Hyunwoo..." he stutters as the door closes behind him.

"Pfft- I know your name silly, you're in my class." Your cheeks hold a pink tint as you step towards him, making his breath catch in his throat and his heart pick up again.

"Oh um...it's a little cliché," you carefully take out a piece of paper from your pocket, the piece of paper that he wrote the note on, "someone left me this note confessing and telling me to meet them here...but there's no one here." You place the note back in your pocket and chuckle awkwardly. "I must've taken too long I suppose...but maybe it's better this way anyway." He takes a step towards you, listening intently. His heart beats hard at your words.

"Better this way?" He questions. A guilty expression appears on your face.

"Yeah well...I was going to reject them..." A sad smile sits on your face, an expression that makes his heart sting. What stings more though, are the words that just came from your mouth. You look down at the ground but he can still see your ears poking through your hair, bright red. "I like someone else...."

With an exasperated sigh he sinks to the ground, resting his back against the door. His heart aches and he clenches his jaw to keep tears from spilling over, he'll save the crying for when he's at home alone. You look up and rush over, kneeling in front of him. "Woah, hey, are you okay?"

Hanging his head, he mumbles, "I wrote that note."

"W-what..?"

He looks into your eyes, the colour of his cheeks proving what he was saying. "I like you. I really, really like you..." Your hand flies up over your mouth, feeling guilty for what you'd done. At least, that's what he thought until your whole face turned a very bright shade of red, brighter than he's ever seen on you. From behind your hand, he can hear a few muffled words that make his whole brain stop working.

"Y-you're the one...I like..."

Somehow, tears threaten to spill over his eyes even more than they did before and he quickly rustles through his bag for the jewellery box, handing it to you gently, his eyes watching you carefully as if afraid to miss any expression you make. Your small hands timidly take the box and his eyes trace your fingers as you untie the ribbon. Removing the lid, you gasp at the anklet, stars in your eyes as you delicately pick it up and observe it. Neither of you are able to utter a single word as you look into his eyes excitedly before shifting to sit cross legged and wrapping the beautiful silver around your ankle. You choke out a giggle followed by a single tear.

His eyes stay glued to your ankle, something about the girl he's longed for wearing something he gave to her, like a confirmation that she's his, makes his fingers and heart tingle. He lays his fingertips on your cheek, gently wiping the tear from your skin and you look back at him. There's no longer a smile on his face, just an immense amount of love and adoration in his eyes as he takes in the woman in front of him, as if he's lost all his shyness in this moment. His eyes flicker down to your lips, curved in a sweet smile and his fingers on your cheek become his whole palm, cupping your face. His heart rate reaches a new high as his eyes go back up to meet yours, only to see that they're shut, as if giving him permission to do what he was thinking. Before he hesitates, he leans forward, placing the softest, briefest kiss on your lips. A kiss you could've convinced yourself never happened from how quick and light it was. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his half-lidded eyes and his face redder than the dusk sky.

Hyunwoo was always someone in class that chatted a lot, never running out of things to say or stories to share. But now, it seems as if he can't find a single word.

#xikers #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers fanfic #xikers x reader #xikers hyunwoo #hyunwoo #choi hyunwoo #hyunwoo x reader

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iibonniee · 5 months

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I'll Take Care of You | Son Hyunwoo

Paring: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, sick!reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Hyunwoo couldn’t see himself leaving for work knowing his girlfriend was sick.

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It was roughly 5:30 in the morning – approximately three hours from when he had to greet the rising sun a good morning - when he heard it. A slight cough that rolled into an ugly set of coughing fits. It merely startled him awake, causing him to jolt awake and glance towards his left, where he saw his girlfriend sit up in panic. Not a moment later were the covers thrown off her body, and out the door, she ran without much of a word.

Hyunwoo’s heart pounded at the sight, instinctively launching him from the bed. He quickly slipped into his slippers and ran after her, the cool apartment air biting at his bare chest. He found her in the bathroom, hunched over the sink, water splattering around her as she ran it, hoping to calm down. She looked up at him, dark circles prominent under her ghostly pale face.

She was sick.

He had noticed her sniffles and occasional bouts of coughing the few days prior, but he didn’t think they would escalate to such a state. His work plans immediately went out the window. There was no question about it; Hyunwoo had made his choice. He was going to stay home to take care of her.

His day began with brewing a cup of warm chamomile tea for her, garnishing the honeyed liquid with a sprig of mint and a slice of lemon. He brought it to her, slowly easing her onto the couch with a gentle hand supporting her back. She was weak, her body wobbling slightly under his touch. He pulled a blanket around her to keep her as comfortable as possible.

Taking care of her meant more than just making tea. He monitored her temperature, doling out medicine when necessary. He made nourishing soups loaded with vegetables and proteins from recipes he remembered his grandmother making him as a child when he fell ill. His lounge became a temporary infirmary, with tissues, throat lozenges, and a humidifier setting up the environment.

Seeing her under such distress caused a gnawing anxiety within him. But he masked it from her, providing an unwavering presence of comfort, support, and care. It was a tiring day, the shadows under his eyes clear evidence. But Hyunwoo was resilient. After all, the woman he loved needed him, and he was right where he needed to be.

He glanced at her once more than the time.

8:25 a.m.

He sighed softly to himself to know what was meant to be done. A quick glance at his lover showed her struggling to keep her eyes open. A few coughs laced with exhaustion broke through the quiet room. Her hand weakly reached up to cover her mouth, but her energy was evidently draining. Her skin was as pale as the sheets she was wrapped up in, and her dark hair stuck onto her forehead from perspiration.

Despite the disheartening sight, Hyunwoo composed himself, keeping his worry concealed so as not to worry her further. He gently brushed the damp hair off her face, his touch soft to not startle her weakened state. A small whimper escaped her as she curled further under the comfortable warmth of the blanket, stirring a heavy feeling within him.

He decided it was now the right time to break away momentarily to handle the other part of his life. He gently got up from his position, delicately pulling his hand from under hers to avoid any unnecessary disturbance.

He stepped out of the room, pulling his phone from his pocket with slightly trembling hands. As he scrolled to Kihyun’s number, he took a deep breath. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the call button.

The line connected, and Kihyun’s alert voice echoed, “Hyunwoo?”

“I won’t be able to make it to practice today,” Hyunwoo confessed immediately, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a pause on the other end as Hyunwoo’s words sank in.

“What? Are you okay?” Kihyun’s alertness was instantly replaced with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hyunwoo reassured him. “But… she’s sick. Really sick. I… I need to stay with her.”

A longer silence followed this before Kihyun replied. “Oh… yeah, of course. We can manage here. Make sure she’s okay, alright?”

Hyunwoo nodded, though he knew Kihyun couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I will. Thank you, Kihyun.”

He ended the call but didn’t move for a minute, taking in the weight of the situation once more. His heart was heavy, but it was also filled with determination. He stepped back into the room with renewed resolve, ready to face whatever was to come.

Making his way back into the living room, Hyunwoo immediately noticed the lack of her presence. A chilling silence hung in the air, a stark contrast to the soft whimpering he left to. Filled with anxiety, his heart pounded as he rushed through the living area into the bathroom, the one place she could be.

The sight that greeted him was a heart-wrenching one. Kneeling beside the toilet, she was shaking violently, vulnerable, and trying to muffle her sobs. A feeling of helplessness washed over him, but he quickly pushed it away.

He moved forward as gently as he could to comfort her, but she threw a weak hand up to stop him.

“No… don’t,” she whispered hoarsely, “I don’t… want you to see me like this.” Her voice was barely audible, but the words still struck him like a physical blow.

Hyunwoo couldn’t help but worry. She might want him to stay away, but he couldn’t leave her in such a state. Ignoring her weak protests, he dashed into the kitchen, his heart pounding louder with each step. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, he quickly filled it with water and hurried back. He skidded to a stop by the bathroom door once again, the water sloshing slightly over the rim.

“Y/N…” Hyunwoo sighed, moving closer to her. Kneeling beside her, he moved her hair out of her way, ignoring her words in favor of being there for her.

Not caring about the drops staining his sweats, he comforted her with soothing words and gentle strokes on her back as the convulsing of her body began to subside. Her suffering was a sight that pained him immeasurably. His heart ached within him, torn between fulfilling her wish for privacy and the urgent need to care for her. Although she had protested, he understood that, at this moment, his comforting and stable presence was necessary.

Gently, he took hold of her hair, pulling it back from her face as another wave of nausea hit her. She leaned forward over the toilet, her body convulsing with her dry heaves. He could feel every tremor, every shake of her body, as he held her steady, providing the support she was too stubborn to ask for.

As she finally slumped back, drained of all energy, Hyunwoo handed her a glass of water he had brought, helping her rinse her mouth. His other hand reached for a damp cloth, dabbing it gently against her sweat-drenched forehead. Despite her protests, he never wavered, his actions proving his unwavering support.

Seeing her in this vulnerable state was hurtful, but he was there for her, showing his care quietly, hoping it would provide her some comfort. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing, as he whispered encouraging words, stroking her back in a rhythmic motion, all in a bid to ease her discomfort.

As the morning light filtered in through the window, casting a warm glow over the dismal scene, Hyunwoo felt a sense of determination. Seeing her like this only made his resolve stronger. He would do everything possible to help her through this. No matter how tough things got, he would not leave her side.

Once her retching had subsided, Hyunwoo gently helped her back up, placing an arm around her for support. His other hand lightly held a glass of water. His eyes searched her own, begging her to drink.

“Here, have some water, slowly,” he said, handing the glass to her. His gaze was full of empathy; his firm voice disguised his anxiousness.

Seeing her frail body leaning heavily on him, he sighed softly and said, “Let me get you a bath. It will help you feel better.” He gently carried her to the bathroom, ensuring she was comfortable as the bath filled with warm water. “You’ll feel better once you’re clean and fresh,” he murmured reassuringly.

He cautiously held her in the bath, his steady hands careful not to upset her fragile condition. As he bathed her, their silence was filled with innocent camaraderie. His small actions brimmed with care, from the warm water to the gentle way he helped her clean. His voice broke the silence only to guide her, “Can you lift your arm a little? Good, and now your other arm.”

He continued to utter calming words to her. Hyunwoo continued to speak to her gently, his soothing cadence acting as a salve to her weakened state. Each word was a careful selection aimed to infuse her with strength and to let her know she was not alone.

“You’re stronger than you think,” he encouraged, his tone a mere whisper. As he helped her sit up, he reassured her, “Just lean on me; there’s no rush.”

His words were a balm, his sentences woven with kindness and understanding. Each reassuring phrase was designed to ease her pain and to instill her with the certainty that he was there, steadying her, supporting her. He softly praised each bit of progress, no matter how small, his encouraging words like rhythmic lullabies designed to soothe her tired soul.

Throughout it all, the calming words never ceased. They filled the room, creating an environment of tranquility amidst the chaos. His comforting murmur acted as an anchor. While his words floated around her, she drew strength from them, feeling cocooned by the warmth and care in his tone.

“You’re nearly there,” he would say, the soft timber of his voice echoing a quiet confidence that this, too, they would overcome together. “So beautiful, do you know that? A sight to be seen. I fall in love with you more every day.”

Hyunwoo smiled at her softly, brushing some hair from her face. He hated how warm her cheeks felt against his fingers. His heart felt like it was breaking while his mind tried to think of any way to have the roles reversed. She looked far too frail to him. Almost too vulnerable to him. It cut away at his already bleeding and crying heart.

“Take it slow. We have time,” he whispered gently. After the bath, he helped her out, wrapping a plush towel around her. He carefully led her to the bedroom, supporting her with a firm grip around her. “I won’t leave your side.”

Once in the bedroom, he helped her into fresh clothes, handling her with practiced ease, ensuring her comfort at every step. He brushed her hair, using gentle strokes. Her eyes met his, filled with gratitude and a glimmer of relief.

“You’re doing great,” he said as he brushed her damp hair, his voice filled with warmth. Small comforts, understanding, and a promise to stick through colored the air between them, transforming the dismal morning into a touch of warmth. His resolve only amplified. There was no going back; he was there to stay until the very end.

Hyunwoo observed her reaction. Even when she wasn’t feeling 100%, he couldn’t help but fall for her even harder. His heart raced in his chest like the first time he saw her. He was 100% smitten with her.

“Hyunwoo,” She finally spoke up, her voice hoarse, “You didn’t have to call out of work to take care of me. I… I don’t want you to miss today’s practice or whatever was planned.”

“Practice can wait,” Hyunwoo responded, gently shaking his head, his hand still threading through her hair. His tone held a soft yet unwavering firmness. “There’s no place I’d rather be than here, taking care of you.”

He soaked in the sight of her - her vulnerability in stark contrast to the usual fiery brilliance that she embodied, fueling his determination. Securing her tucked under the plush blanket, he rose to his feet.

“Don’t worry about anything,” he gently commanded, pressing a light, tender kiss to her forehead. “Just rest, okay? I’ll be right back.”

With those soothing words still lingering, he quietly exited the room and went to the kitchen. His mind busied itself with what tea flavor she’d prefer or whether she’d like noodles or rice in her soup. The kitchen, usually a place of effortless culinary exploration, transformed into a makeshift refuge where he could channel his worry into creating something comforting for her.

The click of the stove brought him back to reality as the kettle began to heat. The gentle wafting aroma of her favorite tea - chamomile with a hint of honey - filled the air, offering a further semblance of tranquility.

Next, he focused on the soup. He wanted something hearty yet easily digestible - an amalgamation of nutritious ingredients that would nurse her back to health. A chicken broth with a sprinkle of her favorite herbs and spices, he figured, should do the work.

With every chop, stir, and seasoning, his love for her permeated into the food, a secret ingredient perhaps more potent than the conventional ones. With the soup simmering on the stove and tea steeping beside it, he couldn’t help but hope that these simple gestures comforted her as much as she comforted him. He wanted to provide her the same strength she had given him multiple times. Today, he could try. Today, he would be her strength.

Hyunwoo removed the soup from the heat with a final pinch of salt and a sprinkle of fresh parsley. The aroma wafting into the chilly air gave him a sense of subtle satisfaction, hoping it could provide the warmth she needed. He poured the delicately brewed tea into her favorite mug, its usual cheerful pattern seeming to glow a little brighter today.

He made his way back to her. The path seemed longer than it actually was, the anticipation slowing time. He made his way back to her. As he softly nudged the door open, the sight of her sitting up and waiting for him made his heartbeat spike up again. Setting the tray down on the bedside table, he helped her adjust the pillows supporting her back.

“I hope this makes you feel better,” he murmured gently, dipping the spoon in the bowl to scoop up some of the warm soup. He blew gently on the spoon to cool it, the steam rising and dissipating in the air. “Here, open up,” he said, holding out the spoon.

As she savored the soup, her face seemed to relax bit by bit, offering him a slight, thankful smile. This assured him he was doing something right. He continued this process, feeding her gently, quietly cheering inside when he saw her delicate complexion gaining some warmth and color.

The warm tea was served next, her sip indicating her satisfaction. He observed her, his attentions undivided. Seeing her regain a little energy made him feel accomplished; his once broken heart once again felt whole.

A small, content sigh escaped her lips after the last spoonful of soup and a final sip of tea. She turned her gaze towards him, her eyes still possessing a hint of weariness but now with a spark of something more – a quiet request.

“Hyunwoo,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “could you stay with me? Maybe watch some TV?”

He paused, taking a moment to process her words. Despite his initial hesitation, the thought of leaving her alone seemed out of the question. So, with a slight nod and a faint smile, he gave in.

“Of course,” he replied, his tone soft yet decisive.

Moving to clear the tray, he carefully climbed beside her on the bed, ensuring he did not jostle her. As he flicked the remote on, wrapping her carefully into his arms, the channels began to blur past – none of it compared to the woman in his arms.

He hugged her close with her snuggled into his chest, her head resting over his heart. His heart thundered beneath her ear, a familiar soundtrack to their intimate moments. She changed the rhythm of his heartbeats and made them dance to the tune of their love.

He felt her relax in his hold, her breaths syncing rhythmically with his. As they lay there, wrapped in a comfortable silence, the faint sounds of the television humming in the background, he realized that he was her comfort as much as she was his.

Feeling the tiny tremors that ran through her body, he realized she was sniffling. It was a soft, almost inaudible noise, muffled against the fabric of his shirt. His subconscious mind registered the dampness on his chest where her tears must have soaked through. His fingers gently ruffled through her hair, cooing her closer into his embrace. This was the only solace he could provide: the comfort of his warmth, the refuge in his arms.

Nuzzling her face into him, she attempted to catch his familiar scent. The scent reminded her of home, of safety - a comforting aroma that always made her head spin a little. But to her dismay, her stuffy nose would only allow the faintest waft of him to pass, curtailing her desperate urge to sink into his quintessence.

For her, his scent was her anchor, her safe place amidst the tempest that life often became. The mere recognition of his aroma was enough to alleviate her worries, to calm her racing heart. And now, even that small comfort seemed just beyond her reach. His hand stroked her hair gently, his low hums and whispers offering a melody that sought to comfort her failing senses.

Bound together in this quiet moment, the underplayed drama of everyday life faded into the background. Their shared warmth attempts to dispel any chill their bodies might be holding onto.

Unseen by her, his face softens at the sight of her struggle. In that instance, he becomes even more determined to be her balm, her solace. In silent promise, he wraps her even tighter against him, a cocoon of warmth meant only for her, assuring her that regardless of the storm outside, here in his arms, she would always find her shelter.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, softly interrupting their intimate moment. He was fully aware of what she was trying to do. Her sniffles, loud despite her attempts to make them unknown, were an obvious giveaway.

“There’s nothing for you to sniff,” he gently teased her, a light giggle escaping him as he tightened his arms around her body protectively, mindful of her delicate state. This was a side of her he cherished - raw, vulnerable, yet spirited to the bone. It brings about a sense of endearing admiration in him. “I probably stink. Your stuffy nose is saving you from my nasty smell. Believe me, Minhyuk would’ve commented on it the second I stepped into the studio.”

“Give it a break, will you? I’m trying to preserve…” she started before a sneeze cut her words short. “…The essence of you,” she continued hesitantly after a brief pause, her voice barely a whisper. An admission so innocent, it instilled an honest joy in him. “Your scent is comforting to me. And I can’t smell you, so I’m going crazy.”

“You always were curious and slightly crazy,” he chuckled lightly, whispering into her hair. “But, sweetheart,” he added more seriously, “I really think you should rest. You’re not well,” he reminded her. His tone was soft, filled with concern and a gentleness that managed to soothe her despite her resistance.

Despite his valid argument, she was not one to back down easily. Sickness or not, her stubborn streak won out. “I’m alright,” she quipped stubbornly, snuggling closer into his warmth. “Rest is for the weak. And I, for one, am not weak.”

“Of course you are, my fierce little fighter,” he murmured affectionately, kissing her forehead.” His lips formed a soft smile at her tenacity. Giving in to her refusal to rest, he simply strengthened his hold on her, a silent vow to be there for her regardless of the storms brewing inside or outside. He grinned at her stubbornness, “Alright, Miss Invincible. Remember the round of trivia we played last week? Five questions, fastest answers?”

She squinted at him suspiciously, but a spark of challenge fired up in her eyes. “You’re on.”

“Great. Question one: who was the first man on the moon?”

“Neil Armstrong,” she responded quickly, her grin widening with every rapidly recalled fact.

“Who wrote ‘Pride and Prejudice’?”

“Jane Austen.” Her voice held a note of tired triumph, yet each answer was tinged with a softness that only presaged further exhaustion.

Their harmless banter slowly melted into softer whispers, her voice growing feeble with each passing minute. Round after round, she answered each query he rolled out with the tenacity of a true fighter, albeit drowsy.

Towards the end, her responses were barely above a whisper, her words slurring and sentences starting to lose their coherence. “The capital of… that’s…no, wait…” she mumbled, struggling to string her thoughts together correctly. “I know it…”

Even in her sleep-encroached state, he found her endearing. Gently hushing her, he gently carded his hand through her hair. He looked down at her fondly, whispering, “Sleep now, my warrior queen. The trivia can wait.”

Her words, turning into an unintelligible mumble, eventually faded into a deep, steady rhythm of breaths. And as her resistance gave way to sleep, he smiled, holding her closer with a renewed sense of warmth and playfulness from their quiet banter. The faint mumble of her breaths and her body cuddled close to him was a silent reminder that this was his to protect, to love, and to comfort.

Resting his chin atop her head, he whispered, “Sweet dreams, fighter.” And with that, he let the soothing rhythm of their shared warmth coax him into his own descent into calm and quiet sleep.

#kvanity #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #monsta x fluff #hyunwoo x reader #shownu imagines #shownu x reader

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jnginlov · 2 years

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happy birthday texts

monsta x wishes you happy birthday

warnings mentions of kissing/making out (minhyuk, hyungwon), lots of pet names, mention of food (wonho, minhyuk, hyungwon, joohoney)

↼ monsta x masterlist

note this is super self indulgent, i mean it is a birthday gift to myself so whatever

#monsta x fanfic #monsta x x reader #shownu x reader #wonho x reader #minhyuk x reader #kihyun x reader #hyungwon x reader #joohoney x reader #jooheon x reader #changkyun x reader #i.m x reader #hyunwoo x reader #hoseok x reader #boyfriend texts #monsta x texts #text fic

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xhikers · 7 months

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hi! do you think you could write a hyunwoo imagine? it’s okay if not :)

like a rockstar - c.hw

pairing- choi hyunwoo (xikers) × reader

synopsis- you have had a crush on hyunwoo for forever and when you go to his bands show, something unexpected happens!

warnings- one use of y/n (sawryy), Imk if i missed anything! (lowercase intended)

word count- 1k

notes- this was a struggle Imaooo sorry it took forever and thanks for requesting!! i had no idea what to make the title so i just named it after a chase atlantic song💀 that's why it doesn't make sense lol

choi hyunwoo has always been popular. it was most likely due to the fact that he is the keyboard player and vocalist of a well liked band at your school, or maybe it was just because most of your classmates found him and his bandmates to be very good looking. now, you wouldn’t admit this to anyone, especially your friends, but you were one of these people. your heart skipped a beat every time you saw hyunwoo in the hallway or you went to see his band perform, which was every time you could.

you were walking through the hallways of your high school, backpack hanging over your shoulder as you passed the large peg board. as you passed it, you noticed a new poster hanging there. the neck of an electric guitar took up the majority of the paper, the poster was advertising hyunwoos bands next show. you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and snapped a photo of the poster, saving the date written at the bottom in the back of your mind as you continued to walk to your class.

you made it into your classroom just before the bell rang. as you sat down at your desk in the back of the classroom, you looked ahead at the desks closer to the front of the room. the first person your eyes found was of course, hyunwoo. this class, history, was the only one that you shared with him.

you watched him talk with his friends casually before your teacher finally walked into the room and began to teach. you pulled your notes out of your backpack, staring at the back of hyunwoo’s head until you had to continue taking notes.

you continued this routine up until the day of hyunwoos bands concert. your mom had taken the car to the grocery store so you were only left with your bike. as you walked out into your garage to find said bike, you could barely remember the last time you had used it. you must have been ten years old. luckily, you hadn’t gotten too big for the the bike considering the fact that you hadn’t grown too much since you were around that age. you hopped onto the bike, headphones in your ears blasting loud music.

the map on your phone led you to a local cafe that you recognized after you entered the address you found on the poster days before. you parked your bike by the side of the building before slipping into the door. it seemed like the concert had already started as the band was playing. the lead singer, jinsik was singing while hyunwoo was playing his keyboard. the other members of the band, sumin, minjae, and junghoon were playing lead guitar, rhythm guitar and bass respectively.

you made your way to the back of the crowd, trying to avoid bringing too much attention to yourself. your eyes were glued to hyunwoo for the entire show. you admired him as he played with a smile on his face the entire time.

after the concert ended, you decided to order a drink at the counter of the cafe. you walked up to the woman behind the counter and ordered your usual drink at this specific cafe. you grabbed your drink from the lady with a smile and turned around looking down at your phone. you were surprised when you made contact with someone’s chest.

“oh my goodness i’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, inspecting the strangers shirt for any sign of spilled coffee. after you had confirmed with yourself that their shirt was still in fact dry, you managed to look up at the person’s face only to find that he wasn’t a stranger at all. it was hyunwoo, the exact person you came here to see. after you saw his face, you couldn’t even manage an apology out of your mouth. luckily he beat you to it.

“sorry! i should have been paying more attention…” he said, awkwardly scratching his head.

“yeah i’m sorry too.” you nodded at him as your grip on your drink tightened. you were about to walk away from the obviously tense atmosphere before he stopped you.

“you’re in my history class right? with mr. kim?” he said looking at you.

you couldn’t believe this. he knew who you were.

“yeah…” you replied quietly, still in shock that he had recognized you.

“your name is y/n right?” he asked walking towards the stage an motioning for you to follow him. he must have seen the look of shock on your face because he said

“sorry if that’s weird, i’ve just seen you around and-”

“it’s not weird” you replied quickly. “ i just didn’t think you knew me”

“why’d you think that?”

“i don’t know. i guess because we’ve never talked before.” you looked back at him as he cleaned up the stage.

“i’ve actually been meaning to.” he responded, looking away from all of the chaos on the stage and down at you.

“really?” you said, beyond shocked. ten minutes ago you didn’t think that he even knew that you existed.

“yeah! i mean, i’ve seen you around at school and even at a few of our shows before and you seem pretty cool.”

“oh wow…”

“i mean you can totally say no, but maybe we could hang out sometime? you seem really nice and stuff so it could be fun!”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing! was the choi hyunwoo asking you on a date?

“that sounds great!” you responded, showing the boy your bright smile as you did.

“good! i’ll get your number at school, okay?”

“sure! i’ll see you then.” you said as you walked out out of the coffee shop heading back to your old bike. as you made your way back to your house, the only thing you could think about was the conversation you had just had with hyunwoo. the more you thought about it, the less real it felt. for the first time in years you were actually excited for school the next day.

#xikers #kpop #kpop imagines #xikers imagines #hyunwoo #choi hyunwoo #xikers hyunwoo #xikers x reader #hyunwoo x reader

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chiiyuuvv · 2 months

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[DAY 17] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

- " late night calls when one of you accidentally falls asleep " ; fuck it decided to double post since i missed two days!

♡list : @yzerpoz , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @dogyunslover , @starryriize

A hum leaves your lips as you mindlessly nod, looking down to find your fingers furiously typing on your keyboard before looking up at your monitor, making sure everything looked well. “Oh, really?” you glance at your phone that was prompted up against your book, displaying your side profile to the boy that sat on the other side of the screen, a small chuckle leaving your lips at the boy's words. “I’m telling you, it means good luck or something,” your best friend tries to reason after finding a random ladybug on his shoulder. He thought it meant good luck and the day never seemed to prove him wrong. He even got an A+ on a test he didn’t even study for! “Sure hyunwoo..” your head shakes at his innocence, powering off your monitor since you were done with your homework for the night, moving your phone so it was placed right in front of you.

“Wait.. can you see me well?” you wave your hand in case your video call decides to lag, leaning back against your chair so hyunwoo could see you better. “Yeah, you look fine,” he shoots a thumbs up, before placing his chin on the back of his hand, his eyes boring into the camera so it seemed like he was staring at you. “Anyways.. How was your day?” He looks intently like he was going to take notes for an exam, a small smile riizing as you always liked how hyunwoo gave you his undivided attention.

“Me? Hmm..” you think back to your day, although nothing much happened. “I finished my project early, which meant I had some free time to relax before my other load of homework, and to call you.” Hyunwoo smiles at being mentioned in your tight schedule, lifting his head to get a sip of his water. “How is school doing? Anything too hard?”

“Nah, it's nothing difficult. Just a lot of it that it kinda makes me forget how to breathe,” you chuckle, laying your cheek on your desk as a yawn leaves your lips. “You must be tired,” he quietly observes, tracing your laid down figure with his eyes. He wished he was in your room, laying you down onto your bed and gently draping a soft blanket over your warm body. You’ve done so much this year, and the only thing hyunwoo wants is for you to close your eyes, rest and recharge your mind for the next day. “I’m okay though,” you hum, a small smile on your face although your eyes were feeling a bit heavy.

“Oh?”

You hum again, closing your eyes so you could hopefully open them at the next second, but it felt hard, as if your eyelids were glued together. Hyunwoo chuckles, “you should get some rest, though.” your best friend was almost tempted to turn off the call so you could get some quiet time, but seeing how peaceful you looked, he didn't want to leave you. So he brings his phone closer to his lips, whispering more about his day although he was sure you couldn't hear him, but he knew how much you liked his comforting voice.

“Hey..” he whispers your name after a while, hearing nothing but soft snores on the other line. He thinks back to the ladybug earlier today and how it gave him good luck, using that superstition to guide him into the words he never thought he would say in front of you. “I love you.. More than a friend.” Another smile curls the tips of his lips before whispering ‘good night’ into the mic, finally turning off the call, while wishing you have good dreams. Dreams filled with pretty skies and joyful smiles, maybe even a ladybug or two.

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never a freelance worker, hyunwoo has always had his tie a little too tight around his neck. when bullets fly at your innocent head, he realizes those that are after you aren’t out for a bounty, but for blood. palm around his gun at his waist and you in his peripheral, it’s not a day’s work well done until you’re safe.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | hitman: agent 47 | 6.3k ] GENRES — hitman! au, romance, thriller, smut, angst WARNINGS — mature content, violence, organized crime, victimization, uncomfortable situations, intense situations, kidnapping, blood, severe injuries (gunshot wounds & cuts), language, self defense, height difference, death. SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, unmentioned but protected intercourse, love-making. RELEASED ON — JULY 30TH, 2022.

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prologue.

His features, stern at first glance but gentle with a stare. You had caught his sight as you turned onto the walkway, closing in on the hotel door. Hat placed perfectly, outfit fresh from the cleaners inside the hotel, and his guidance of a nod as his large hand opened the door for you.

He seemed to fit in so well. His coat fit perfectly, shoes so shiny you could see the reflection of the lights above as you walked by. It was almost believable that his current occupation was his only one.

Losing his eye contact, it was the first mistake.

You felt the air shift behind you as you moved inside, the doors closing at your entrance. With no one else inside the main lobby except the man at the front desk, you could have been convinced the two-in-the-morning arrival was considered the safest route.

Things had gone so awry, all you wanted was one night of good rest. Being placed at a motel seemed fit for the situation—but no one would call for help over destructive noises occurring until they witnessed a scene themselves. A safehouse—secluded and mundane, the peace could only distract you for so long.

The man at the front desk peered up momentarily, finishing the last few words on the keyboard of his computer. Unlike the silence of the door-man, his gravelly voice found you odd.

"Isn't it late for someone like you to be out alone?" Ignoring all sense of what could have happened to get you to this point in time, the man went on. "And, I mean—shouldn't you have a partner?"

The prying of a stranger, it sends chills up anyone's spine.

"Is there a problem?" You wanted the voice to be his. To be just as the same as you had heard it be once. The way he had swooped in, stuffed any sort of uncomfort from your situation—but he didn't disturb the humanity in act.

It had been the man at the front desk's voice, your diverting eyes merely upsetting him as the redness in his face brightened and the vein in his forehead became visible.

"I-I am sorry." Your voice was always so small when someone bit at you like this. "May I have a room for the night?"

"Just one night?"

The first time you had noticed his placement was so vivid. How he always matched the settings, didn't stand out—he couldn't stand out. Always watching you from afar.

All you had seen of him was the right side of his face, the man sitting in the driver's side of your car being the complete opposite of what you know him as now. He hardly spoke, only repeating your directions and asking if the air being on was alright.

All it took was a second. A blink of an eye for his work to turn upside down, and for him to find himself saving the one he was meant to be taking out.

The bullets had shot into the vehicle so fast, his knuckles turning white around the wheel as he gripped harder. He took sharp turns, his only instructions for you to check your seatbelt and stay tucked down.

There was an unsaid rule that when danger seeps past the target and heads for him, he has to get involved. Seeing things out, keeping the blood on his own hands instead of yours—it was a priority that could cost him everything and more. What he knew, what he was capable of, who he worked for, and why it was him in that driver's seat that day—if he didn't get answers, all of this would have been for nothing. And something he believes most of all, nothing happens without a cause or reason.

Even in his world, he can't help impulses.

"Just one night."

You rocked on your heels awaiting a card to give you fortress, attempting to avoid the itch you could never scratch. So close, so far—how could you be so stupid to believe someone would take a chance on you like this?

Your soft breath in was enough to help you hold in your desires, to quiet your mind from its racing thoughts. A card between your middle and index fingers, and all you could want was for someone else to be by your side at this moment in time.

Dragging along one lonesome bag almost too heavy to be on your shoulder, the weight began to float off of you. It was just around a corner when your eyes matched a pair of dark irises, the man that allowed you to enter the hotel in the first place now carrying your bag at his side like it was his.

His walk, left hand at his waist, right hand tight and strong carrying the bag—moving along like no one could ever get in his way.

The security of the elevator doors opening at the touch of his finger, the ding ringing out and giving you enough leverage to finally give him a better glance.

Tall, focused, and wearing a bell-boys outfit.

His figure stood over yours, eyes straight forward and alleviating every nerve in your body. You could feel the cool air seeping back into your pores, feel the release of your tight temples, and even more so—feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood so close to you in such a small space.

"Please tell me this time will be different."

You hardly caught the inhale making his chest expand, the lift of his cheek as his lips made a short-lived smirk.

He didn't even have to look back at you, his voice only sounding from his face. "With your life on the line?"

Hyunwoo always knew what to do or say, almost as if the man had telekinesis.

"Not a chance."

one. | change of plans.

In order to gain your trust, Hyunwoo had explained everything to you that evening. As the car sped in the fast line down multiple main highways to deviate your trace, he had rattled off everything he knew about you.

"This doesn't make any sense." The first sentence was under his breath, his eyes capturing your figure beginning to move back into the seat instead of the bent over position he told you to hold during the intense car chase.

"My order was for you." The way his top lip bounced, spasmed from the words he was speaking and giving a tell of where his anger lied. At first, you couldn't differentiate if he was upset about not taking out his target, or being in the line of fire now, himself. "What would the exchange even be for?"

Your head shook, eyes diverting to the extremely clean leather interior to attempt to side track your racing thoughts. As you clung to your single bag, the one you had already been living out of for almost a month when more and more people mentioned you seemed to be getting followed—it was hard to not shake from the sudden announcement of your once hitman now being the one in charge of your life, and practically holding you captive in a vehicle moving at the highest speed legally possible.

It only took two of the people in your life to be overtaken by fear on their face while telling you something was wrong. A family member you had been with all your life asking why there was someone following you, a tall man who stayed at a far distance. A close companion who you spent almost every day with finally became able to explain the man's features, and even more importantly—the pistol he carried, shown by its shape against the black dress shirt he wore.

"The order came from my boss." His knuckles would turn white every so often as he drove, eyes mainly focused on the road and only blinking from bumps along the highway. "There has to be something more than this."

"Uhm—" That small voice, always an octave lower than it should be when you're trying to get someone's attention. Even with the sound of the wind whipping against the large SUV, with Hyunwoo's mind trying to relap every step he took to get to this dangerous point—he still looked up through the mirror to meet your gaze for a split second.

"Yes?" The man was cold, he had to be to work this job. And yet, there was something about how he always had to make eye contact with you at least once when conversing with you.

"Wh-Who are you? What's your name?"

The man's quick blink made your brows thread together from curiosity. Why was the question so perplexing?

"You clearly know who I am. Or at least, I hope you do from the way you're speaking about me. I just—" He sat in silence, listening to every syllable of your words like a song on the radio you haven't heard in years. "—w-want to know what's going on."

That was the first time you had witnessed Hyunwoo take in a deep breath. The way his chest rose, the buttons on his dress shirt beneath his coat merely snapping at the thread from the muscles he gained from his healthy lifestyle and life-threatening occupation. His thumb tapped at the steering wheel in such a human way, you began to focus on the things that make him more and more like a man working a job instead of some trained assassin he actually lived and worked as.

His brow lifted, shiny features and dark eyes finding you quickly in the rear-view mirror once more. "My name is Hyunwoo. I work for the International Contract Agency as a hired assassin. My job today was to take you to a secluded area and clean, but our sudden chase changed plans. Now I believe that there is something wrong with the situation, and someone gave me orders to put me in danger with you for a reason, as a ploy."

His response sounded robotic, his grip tightening on the wheel and eyes suddenly sinking into themselves as he spoke. The man seemed too picture perfect, seemed to already have the answers to the questions that would leave your mouth—and very quickly was becoming the ally you needed to survive this mess.

"Hyunwoo." His name rolling off your tongue caused him to look at you through a glance of the mirror once more, the final rise of his eyes for the hour making a shiver go down your spine. "Where are we going, e-exactly?

"We're taking this SUV to a far away repair shop. It'll be enough of a reason to stop."

"Why do we need a reason to stop?"

He always answers your question to the best of his ability, and almost right on queue.

"We're being tracked through a device hidden underneath the vehicle." His words made your eyes grow and hands shake, but this time he didn't have to look back to feel your discomfort. "It's okay. There's not a microphone, we can converse as necessary. We're taking this SUV to the repair shop to make it look like a casual stop for help, while it's actually a diversion to slip away."

"You really do this full time, huh?" Your question was the first normal sounding sentence during the entire conversation.

What followed up to such a casual question was something you had been biting your tongue instead of asking—the one you knew he would have an answer for, but that you probably wouldn't like hearing.

"Hyunwoo—" The use of his name again only made his eyes flicker, an obvious sign that the use of a title, one not numbered, was new to him. "What's the plan?"

"We make a run for it. Together."

"Why together? I-I mean—" You stuttered, but meant what you were saying. "A matter of minutes ago you were meant to be putting a gun to my head and blowing my brains out."

"It's not like that." First, he spoke under this breath again as you ranted.

"Then you realized they were shooting at you, too." You carried on like you didn't hear him speak. "So you jumped to conclusions that you're part of this now."

Hyunwoo was the exact description that had come from your close friend. Dark brown hair, even darker—almost scary eyes, the black dress shirt, the pistol at his waist, tall according to the shallow sight you had of his high knees letting you know his legs are long, and clearly on a mission to carry out something considering his stalking. Now the man that was once to be your killer was a sudden main companion—things seemed too strange to be true.

"Jumped to conclusions?" Secondly, his nose scrunched at your words and knuckles tightened again around the wheel.

"And now if we're both not careful, we'll end up dead!"

It was his sudden press to the gas pedal that made the vehicle fly even faster than it had. A swipe at the blinker to show he was changing lanes, the car swaying all the way over to the far right, and his last movements were placing the emergency lights on and putting the SUV in park.

Just as he turned around in his seat—those dark eyes matching your own face to face for the first time making your heart race—did Hyunwoo speak directly to you, not at you.

"You're scared, right?" His words were snappy, you could only nod your head like a child. "I'm right here."

You could feel your temple releasing at those three words, feel the tears that had been threatening to drip from your eyes falling down your face and splattering your shirt with small dots. Everything that had occurred in such a short time was finally coming to you all at once, and Hyunwoo was making it a point that you're not alone in this anymore.

"I've been following you for a month."

"I-I know."

"I never follow anyone for that long." For once, the man was only spitting the truth without sugar-coating or speaking of it without emotion at all. "Something told me you were different. That this was going to be different. I just didn't understand why my conscience knew more than I did."

A man, trained and signed to the largest assassination company. Clearly a hybrid of something else to make everything about him and all he needs to do his job sharper. And slowly beginning to find a more human side to himself based off the way his voice shook and eyes watered for what seemed like the first time ever in his life.

"I can promise you one thing will come out of this. Only one."

"Okay." Your voice was small again, just above a whisper from his close proximity. His entire self focused on you and your response.

"I am going to protect you with my life."

two. | diversion.

The first time you witnessed Hyunwoo raise his pistol—you got the official wave of just how weak you were considering the circumstances.

It didn't take long for someone to come looking for the two of you once the SUV was held still. Raised and being worked on, an attending employee just doing their job—and the entire building exploding minutes later.

You could hear the blast, even at the distance Hyunwoo managed to get both of you by that time. All it took was the car sitting still for ten minutes before the ones in your pursuit configured the vehicle to be parked, and the two of you may still be in it.

Hyunwoo's strong hand grabbed at your wrist, tugging you along the busy streets and looking like nothing more than an overbearing boyfriend or husband to all the wandering eyes. Everyone was soon diverted to the sudden explosion, your limbs shaking while you got out of sight.

"W-What is going on?" Even with Hyunwoo in your lead, his promise to protect you, and his quick witted responses and actions—your body still naturally held enough anxiety to make you pop.

"Hey." His voice had gone softer, the fear in your eyes making him halt in place and press your back into the wall.

His index finger lifted your chin, those dark eyes you had seen so few times now in direct line with your own, and easing your worry in a second. "Look at me."

Your blinking eyes, shivering limbs, and hair-raised skin was enough to tell him you were in over your head, and he needed to be the one on alert. "I've got us. Let's just get somewhere out of the public’s sight."

But the footsteps tailing you sounded just as loud as Hyunwoo's. Movements are quick, just far enough behind the two of you to not be in sight. Hyunwoo was well aware—it seemed almost too obvious that no one would be right behind you.

But watching him grab you and place your body behind his, your back to another chilled wall, and his pistol raised and cocked—he was really someone with complete control.

A true example of just how far into this world Hyunwoo was—the unknowing man ran right into his bullet. A graze to his skull, not a bad enough shot to kill him—but still enough to put him down for good.

Hyunwoo's eyes studied the man, his brows knitted but not in confusion. His facial expression concluded that he had seen the chaser once or twice before, a familiar look in his eyes. The man wept on the ground, reaching up to try and grab at Hyunwoo, but ultimately failed. "Come on."

And soon enough, that exact situation seemed to repeat itself over and over. A far distance that seems like enough, a chase of rushing adrenaline and you clinging to Hyunwoo's frame like he was your human shield, ending in someone's severe take down giving you and him more time to keep running.

Easy to say, you didn't sleep for at least two months while on the run.

Every motel seemed the same: the dim lighting, early 2000's style cable TV, barely any heat or air conditioning, snacks from vending machines becoming meals, and hard mattresses with years of use in every fiber of them.

His fingers would tap at the suitcase style laptop, programs and dissectors making it easier for him to narrow down information. Be it the company he worked for, older clients with a sudden need for a bounty on his head, or something involving yourself—he spent countless nights digging for any kind of red flag.

"You—" His words sounded stuttered for the first time, your eyes from across the room catching his stunned face. "—are you an h-heir?"

"An heir?" You lifted yourself from the bed, pacing in his direction only to find exactly what he had been reading over for an hour now.

Lines of code broke down three subtle sentences of an email sent to whoever was chasing you, found by Hyunwoo who now could only tap his foot against the old carpeting in wonder.

"Heir to millions. Hitman in service. Target to be apprehended."

"Hyunwoo—" Your sight reading the words made your knees feel weak. "What does this mean?"

"It means you've been given a beneficiary title by someone, and will be receiving millions of dollars."

"I don't even think anyone in my family has made this much in their life."

"They don't actually have to be family." He spoke with softer words, watching as your body moved into the seat beside him at the small table before you fell over. "Anyone can give someone an inheritance through their will."

"H-Hitman in service?"

"That would be the ones who keep following us." His eyes quickly reverted back to the screen of the laptop, pupils dilating at the sudden change of brightness from the dark motel room to the device. "There hasn't been an update since the day you got into the SUV. Which means more has been devised, it's just not addressed in any more emails or messages—unless it's coded."

"And they had sight of me." You had caught on to what the lines meant by now, Hyunwoo only nodding.

"This is all—" If tears could flow, they would be rushing like a waterfall in this very moment. "—because of me? Something I didn't even know was happening?"

"Greed." The word slipping off Hyunwoo's tongue was like the bullets he had shot rounds of trying to protect you. "It's the worst human desire."

You watched him close the laptop and stretch his back, the man's sight soon falling back on your own.

"We've been here almost twenty-four hours." You winced at the idea of having to run again, the pained look on your face making him shake his head.

"Does it ever get easier?" So simple to you, but a question that would linger in his mind forever.

"Not without a direct link to who is calling the shots." Hyunwoo spoke with the same emotionless voice you had come to know, except this time it seemed to leave him for just a moment. "But until then—"

How can a stranger become a lifeline to you in a few months time, and yet still feel like you don't even know him?

"You've got me."

three. | when I take your hand.

You had seen more bloodshed in the months you resided by Hyunwoo than you would ever see in your life. Every chance he had to take, pushing you ahead of him to aim or jab at the ones in pursuit—he took it.

But Hyunwoo had once been the one with blood pouring from him, your shaking hands trying to hold a cloth to the wound. The crimson liquid only soaked through every piece of fabric you placed against it, a sudden flash of worry across your face.

The two of you had finally fallen inside a safehouse completely unknown by anyone else but Hyunwoo, and now yourself. The walls were stiffened by plates of armor within the drywall, bulletproof windows still giving you sight to the world outside you could no longer live in, and Hyunwoo—leaning backward as his arm took yours to capture your attention.

“I’m okay.”

“Okay, meaning you need stitches.” The gash had run deep, the ongoing blood being a sign that the wound wouldn’t just heal itself without medical attention.

“Hand me that box there.” His chin pointed in the direction of the first aid kit, a small tin box being what his eyes glanced at before finding your dilating pupils again. “And go find something else to do.”

Your fingers matched his as the box lifted and left your grasp. It only took a moment for your mind to catch up with what was inside, a nylon string and metal needle enough to make you deviate your eyes.

“Fuck.” You winced.

“That’s why I said leave.” The corner of his mouth rose with what seemed like a smirk, fingers pulling at the needle and string until it was placed through the eye and being tied. Dipping the needle into a disinfectant, he pulled at the skin around the injury before poking at himself with the sharp object.

The limited dribbles of blood that left him was nothing like the full wound, itself. Although he kept the items disinfected, there wasn’t anything placed along the wound to numb the pain he was about to feel. But nothing caused him to wince or breathe harder, a steady pace of Hyunwoo’s breath as he stitched himself up making you wonder just how many times he had done this to himself.

“How does that not hurt?” The question left you without thinking, speaking aloud as you watched him snip at the nylon thread once it was secured properly.

“I’ve had lots of practice.” He answered, eyes not looking back up at yours as they usually did.

“On yourself?”

“And on others.”

“You have too much experience in everything.” You sighed, shaking your head.

His eyes finally found you, catching a glimpse at the small cut on your shoulder showing through the ripped fabric of your shirt. “Looks like you were in the crossfire too.”

“We both were. That was too close of a call, Hyunwoo.”

Two men had trailed you down the longest road, your security being in every object that got you out of sight as Hyunwoo searched for a vehicle that was easy to break into. Ducking, weaving, clasping at the man as he led you away—you were both still hit by the strings of bullets sent in your direction, only his was worse.

“It won’t happen again.”

The bulletproof vest he wore beneath his clothes didn’t protect any more than his chest and heart. The outfit he wore, that of someone completely different from himself, didn’t provide much coverage when it came to the fact that the men who chased you had seen you both multiple times before. Each and every month there were new men, sometimes weekly depending on Hyunwoo’s allusive ways of getting you both out of a situation. For the two of you, this pattern seemed never ending.

As the lights turned on throughout the safehouse, the outside world grew darker. AsHyunwoo sat across from you at the table—you could almost wish time would freeze in place.

"How did you get here?" You had bounced around asking him about his world, his life and secrets, for so long. But now that you had both come this far, saw the way his eyes grew softer at the question and his chest released a deep breath—you could tell: he was finally going to speak of himself.

"Me?" He asked, sounding as if he was questioning even himself.

You never took into account that someone like Hyunwoo, with such a tough exterior and focused mindset, may have never been asked anything so personal as this was.

"I just do as I am told."

"That's a lie, Hyunwoo."

Your hands fell between your knees to warm your cold fingertips, leaning in closer to the man's short distanced frame. His brows could only raise at your sudden catch of his slip, head tilting in confusion.

"How am I lying?"

"You're moving on your own right now. You took me under your wing, are protecting me—all on your own accord."

"I never looked at it much like that."

"Then how do you see me?"

You never dug this deep. Never stepped over the line in all this time, asking Hyunwoo a question he could no longer waver an answer to.

"Yeah, you saved me that day. Maybe it was to save your own ass because you were in just as much danger as me."

He could only listen.

"But you're still here."

"I am." His voice, so sincere and careful.

"Although you gave me your word, you could have left me long ago."

Now it was Hyunwoo moving in closer. His form lifted, shirt pulled from his upper half a while ago giving you a sight of his muscles. The mental image had long been shown to you not long after you were paired with him. His habit of walking around in a towel, changing his clothes in front of you—from normal ones to some type of uniform to become a matching person in an upcoming scenario, you had grown used to his body.

The way he appeared to you now, skin tanned and shadowed by the lamps within the home—it seemed almost sensual the way he closed in on you.

Standing over you, right at your side with his head tilted down at you—you could only bite your tongue as he offered you his hand and helped you rise to his level.

Hyunwoo, a man who leapt into action for a stranger, was now staring at that same person with love and lust in his eyes.

"What if I saved you for a selfish reason?" He asked, voice finding your ear at the same time his opposite hand found your waist. The other, his fingers moving between yours to clasp them together and hold you tighter—your head was swimming.

"Months on the run like this. My life has always been this way. Follow instructions. Don't speak unless spoken to. Follow through with your actions no matter the consequences. Never get a blink of real sleep. Eat quickly. No sense of peace or release."

This was the most he had spoken since you met him, and you only wanted him to keep speaking.

"What if I saw you as an opportunity to get out? To run and chase something that is freeing?"

"When's the last time you were touched?" The words left your mouth faster than your brain could register the question in your own head.

And it was just what he wished to hear, the gap between your forms being closed and his lips landing on yours. His mouth was warm, inviting, his tongue dancing along with yours.

He was like a sweet drink—the ones where you drink too many and only realize their power once you're too drunk to stand. His taste intoxicating on its own, your head could only tilt to his height for him to kiss you deeper.

You could only feel the heat radiating off his bare skin as he backed you against the wall. The chill of the house was sent back up your spine as you met his tall form, the small dots of chills showing along your skin only making him groan and kiss you for longer.

His strength, his tight build still strong enough even throughout his tiredness from the injury to lift you again. He pressed you against spaces in the home that seemed restful, giving himself enough time to discard any pieces of clothing he could.

And when your back finally met the large mattress inside the bedroom—your mind was clear. Your fingers played with his hair that had grown longer each week. You found such comfort in him, the same as your mouth did when he kissed you, and even more so for when your eyes found his.

No matter how strong he appeared, fearless and conducted—you were breaking down his walls all while he was slipping into yours. His name being the only word on your tongue, his knuckles turning white holding onto your form to hold you as close as he possibly could. And your sweet release brings you to find small drops of his tears on your skin, his head falling into the nape of your neck.

"I am so sorry." His voice was like shattered glass, the sharp edges of your reality beginning to hurt him ever so slightly. "That this is happening."

"Hyunwoo." You spoke softly, but meant your words. "I'm not scared anymore."

The room's chill found your skin again, nothing but a fire going in the living room's fireplace bringing light into the master bedroom as he lay sprawled on top of you with tears still streaming down his face.

Of all the things he had ever said, of all the soft words spoken to you that night—the first ones that had ever stayed solidified in your mind were the ones he barely said.

"You should be scared of me."

four. | don't turn around.

"Please tell me this time will be different."

"With your life on the line? Not a chance."

His words found your hearing like music notes leaving the strings of a piano being played by an unknown musician. The man had taken bullets for you, had found himself falling in love with you, and here he stood—pretending fate wasn't so hurtful.

You had done everything he told you to do for months. You followed his instructions no matter where you were or what the circumstances could be. Even when you were acting them out, trying to hide your shaking hands—you always followed through.

You could even hear yourself breathing a shaky breath now, hearing the small ding of the elevator seconds before the doors opened to a floor that didn't have your room.

Hyunwoo's arms were tight, not reaching back for you this time. Not as he usually did in such an enclosed and easy to reach space. So few times had you felt his distance, the one leaving your frame cold and in his shadow. With each step you both took, you could feel the eeriness of what was to come.

You paced behind him closely, knew the drill—and heard the door of the stairs open and close before your eyes adjusted to the situation.

Hyunwoo, silent and moving at a slow pace, could not seem any more strange than he did now. No more words, no more instructions, and no more kisses to alleviate any worry for you.

You had become so used to him pulling you into a dark corner, away from anything happening around you—all to just place a kiss on your lips. He knew it kept you going, kept your mind on him and your safety and to help you settle yourself for whatever was to come.

Love had found itself between two people who were meant to have a short meeting. A glimpse of what could be, your time together so shallow to an ocean of life meant to be spent in peace and harmony.

But as each dark corner was passed, his swinging arms slowed by his side until he was only towering over you—you couldn't help but shutter at the sight of him spinning to match the end of his pistol at your head.

Alone. Secluded. And those same stern eyes staring back at you without a single bit of emotion in them.

"H-Hyunwoo?"

Every night his fingers tapped at the keys of the laptop inside his briefcase, and you wondered just what he was doing. Was there a code to break? Someone to speak to for the next move? Had he gained information to help free you both?

"W-Why did you trust me that day?" Was it the bullet being loaded into the chamber, sounded by a click from the weapon that made him stutter—or your watering eyes? "When we met, you trusted me so quickly."

"You had a plan." You didn't stutter again, couldn't find it in yourself to be fearful of him—even now. "You're doing this for a reason. I could tell you knew what you were doing."

The man could only rock on his heels, a pained expression on his face making you blink at the silence. Hyunwoo, the man you had grown to love and make love to, seemed to shift back into that same man you met the first day you slipped into that SUV while believing he was only your driver.

When the realization had hit you that he was the exact figure that had been described to be following you—you almost couldn't catch your breath for long enough to take into account that you were being followed.

"When that chase started off, and you realized that they weren't just shooting at me—" You spoke to him softly, but there was a small pit of concern in your voice. "You only thought of me. Of getting me out of there. Of figuring out what was happening."

"I knew what was happening."

His voice didn't fluctuate. He didn't hesitate, didn't waver his eyes over your body like a scan to capture any physical response from you, and most certainly didn't care for your racing mind full of questions.

"It was—" He had wanted to say it all along. You could see it in the way his shoulders relaxed as he spoke. "—all a set up."

His growing closeness, all the way down to the first night you pressed together in a way that was delightful and loving. It was a ruse to get what he needed.

"Even if I did love you." This was the first time Hyunwoo had ever spoken of you with the word love in his sentence. "This is just my job."

Do what he does best. Follow orders. Be the bodyguard you needed. Gain your trust. Get closer. Take action, and bullets for you. Get even closer. Play with your mind, your heart has to follow. Be the closest you can be.

He needed a DNA sample, a path to keep him from being a suspect, an alibi, and a way to rid himself of you in the end.

And here he was, and there you were.

"Hyunwoo."

"I have all the evidence that I need to make a headline without getting myself involved. You were just a pawn."

"You don't mean that—" His gun only pushed towards you closer.

The path he had taken you through the halls from the elevator put you in direct sight of the CCTV, and made you disappear without a trace.

You were his target all along.

"I am what I am." His teeth were clenched, pearled bones pressed together making his jawline sharper and brows thread together.

Hyunwoo was in a battle with himself. His heart thumped at the same, rapid rhythm as yours—it reminded him he was human. But following through with his orders, the money being the dire need for him to be the one freed—he had no other choice.

"You're not selfish." You whispered, keeping your eyes on his and not the silver pistol closing in on you until it was pressed against your forehead.

"You don't know me." His words were broken, like he was trying to say one thing but something else was spoken instead. "All I wanted was to feel love—feel the humanity you could give me—just for a moment."

Those hot tears were a dull image in your mind. Watching someone so strong become completely fragmented, it was the most painful experience you've ever felt.

"And I did."

"You did what, Hyunwoo?"

You could feel his hand jolt, knew what was coming next. But his words comforted the pain that soon followed. Your body shook, falling to the ground as the ear piercing sound of the gunshot echoed inside the staircase. Once and for all—beyond the belief that one day you would lose him to this life, it was you who left him.

"I really did love you."

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seven minutes is all it takes [bro's 500 — hyunwoo]

[forced proximity, smut, college!au, hyunwoo/afab!reader]

requested by: 🐱

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content: smut, kissing, frenching, seven minutes in heaven, it's a college party but no mentions of alcohol, lowkey ft. 04 line, closet sex, quickie, hyunwoo's lowkey a bit vulgar, completely consensual!

You weren’t really one for college parties, honestly. You only decided to show up because your best friend insisted you accompany him because he was tired of going to these kinds of parties alone, and he kept whining about it, so to get him to shut up, you finally said yes. Plus, he lured you with the fact that the guy you had a teeny tiny crush on, Hyunwoo, was going to be there. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t play a huge role in the deciding factor.

And honestly, the party wasn’t so bad at first. Then, you all decided to play spin the bottle.

“Alright, folks, here are the rules. First time the bottle lands on you, it’s just a kiss. Second time it lands on you, it’s frenching. Third time it lands on you, it’s seven minutes in heaven,” the host explained.

“So it doesn’t matter who spins it? It’s just how many times it lands on you?” your friend clarified.

“Correct, Jinsik. And since you were so brave to ask the question, you may spin the bottle first.”

“Fuck you, Sumin,” Jinsik said with a frown as he took the bottle.

Of course the bottle had to land on you first. Jinsik, who was sitting right next to you, slowly moved towards you, but you just wanted to get it over with. Kissing your best friend? Easy. You kissed him quickly and turned back to the circle.

“Alright, so since I’m spinning the bottle, I don’t have to french anyone yet, do I?” you asked Sumin.

“Yep. Go for it, Y/N."

You spun the bottle, and it landed on Hyunwoo, your heart immediately beating faster, and when you made eye contact with him, you felt like you could pass out on the spot. Hyunwoo got on all fours and leaned towards you, and in response, you offered him a quick kiss the exact same way you kissed Jinsik, not because you wanted to, but because you feared your heart would stop if you kissed him for any longer.

“Hyunwoo, your turn,” Jinsik said while subtly kneeing you, making you slap his knee.

Hyunwoo’s spin landed on a girl you had never met before, and when he kissed her, he definitely kissed her longer than the two of you kissed, making you slightly— no, that’s an understatement— extremely jealous. In fact, you were so in your own head about it that you didn’t realize the bottle had landed on you.

“Ooh, Sumin, looks like you gotta french Y/N!”

Your eyes widened upon hearing that. You looked at Sumin, who had a faint blush on his face, your heart fluttering slightly. Since you both were sitting across from each other, you both had to move forward. Sumin reached for your face and cupped your cheek as you kissed over the bottle, his tongue brushing against yours briefly. You felt your face and body flush with heat as the kiss ended shortly thereafter, the two of you returning to your spots.

It was your turn again, and when you spun the bottle, it landed on Hyunwoo— talk about luck— and since it was his second kiss, you had to french kiss him as well. You had to suppress the smile on your face as you leaned towards your crush. Hyunwoo decided to go a different route than Sumin did on top of that, and instead of holding your face, he held the back of your head, his tongue pushing into your mouth intensely, your body getting hotter by the second; and when the kiss finally ended after what felt like an eternity, you returned to your spot dazed out of your goddamn mind. So dazed, in fact, that you didn’t hear the teasing of the rest of the people in the circle, and you, for once, did not retaliate when Jinsik nudged you with his knee.

Hyunwoo didn’t need to be told to spin— he was very much on top of things after that kiss. He spun the bottle, and it slowly, but surely, landed on you.

“Into the closet, you two,” Sumin told the two of you with the biggest grin on his face.

Next thing you knew, Hyunwoo was pressed up against you in the small dorm room closet, his hands pinning you against the shelves. He was looking at you with an intensity that made every single nerve in your body scream for him, your hopes starting to go up slightly.

“Y/N,” Hyunwoo breathed out, his breath hot and heavy. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

“God, yes, please,” you found yourself saying.

A brief smile crossed Hyunwoo's face before he leaned in and kissed you again. It wasn't the same intensity as before, but it was a different kind, as if he was trying to savor every single second with you in that closet. After all, you only had seven minutes.

"Be honest with me," he whispered in between kisses. "Do you want to... Go further?"

You hummed against his lips, hoping that would be enough verbal consent for him because you did not want to stop kissing him; his lips were delectable, and you could not get enough of them. Pulling a condom out of his back pocket, you heard Hyunwoo tear it open as he kissed you more and more, the back of your head hitting the shelves. Your hands, which were on his shoulders, slid down his chest and stomach until you got to the waistband of his pants, your hands tugging them down impatiently.

“You really wanna fuck me, huh?” Hyunwoo commented teasingly.

“You have no idea,” you responded, your true feelings starting to surface.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck you, too.”

You looked at him, eyes wide. After he rolled the condom on, he locked eyes with you, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants and tugging them down, your pants falling to your ankles.

“R-Really?”

“You’re one hell of a kisser, Y/N. That kiss earlier got me really fucking hard.”

Just hearing how vulgar your crush was being with you in that moment turned you on more than anything— he seemed so sweet and nice during class, so to be able to see this side of him drove you up the walls, and it certainly did not help when you felt his hand grip your waist with such urgency. He lifted up your leg and wrapped it around his waist before rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds, your arousal starting to drip as he did so before he slipped his cock inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you bit back a moan as you realized you and Hyunwoo may have been in a closet, but that closet was anything but soundproof.

“You’re so tight and warm, Y/N…” Hyunwoo sighed as his cock fit all the way inside you. “You feel amazing.”

Now that he was fully inside you, Hyunwoo held the back of your neck with one hand and slipped the one that was on your waist under your shirt and under your bra to massage your breast. You oh so badly wanted to moan loudly because, fuck, his cock felt so right filling you up, but you seriously did not want to endure the teasing of your best friend. Hyunwoo seemed to have the same thought process because he immediately kissed you the second your lips parted, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His kiss this time around was even more intense— maybe it was because of the fact that he was slowly rocking his hips into yours as well— making you want to melt right there in his arms.

When he sped up, your body felt like it was on fire. Your entire body moved with his every thrust, your hands gripping his shoulders and hair for dear life. He was grunting in between every single kiss, the vibration from his lips making yours tingle, giving you a level of stimulation you never thought you needed.

At some point, Hyunwoo lifted your other leg and was barely able to sit you down on one of the shelves, giving him slightly more room to ram his waist into yours, his cock repeatedly rubbing against your G-spot in this new angle. To make matters more erotic for you, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and started leaving dark hickeys and bite marks along your shoulder and collarbones.

“F-Fuck, Hyunwoo,” you whined, your voice starting to get a little loud. “I’m almost there.”

“Me too,” Hyunwoo whispered while grunting, his pace slowing down at a gradual pace. “Cum with me, babe."

Hearing that word leave his lips in reference to you did it for you. Your lips clashed with his as he thrust into you one last time, his ropes of cum filling up the condom while your cunt pulsated around his cock, the two of you shuddering while clinging to each other.

“Shit, you got tighter when you came,” Hyunwoo let out a slightly sardonic laugh. “I’m hard again.”

“Seven minutes is not enough...” you muttered to yourself.

“Then how about this—” Hyunwoo started, only for Sumin to holler from the other side of the door and interrupt his sentence.

“Thirty seconds guys!”

You and Hyunwoo hurriedly got dressed, Hyunwoo tying the condom up and slipping it into one of his pockets discreetly while the two of you did your level best to look as if nothing happened between the two of you to avoid the ragging from your friends. And thankfully, the two of you looked like practically nothing happened when Sumin whipped the door open, the cheerful look from his face dropping immediately.

“You both are so boring,” he pouted. “You didn’t do anything.”

Pressing your lips together, you did your best to not reveal the truth to the boy, Hyunwoo shaking his head nonchalantly and returning to the circle. Jinsik looked at you with the tiniest bit of pity in his eyes, but the second you sat down next to him, his eyes immediately widened— he caught sight of the hickeys. You tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late.

“Sumin, they totally did something! There are hickeys on her shoulder!” Jinsik said loudly.

“No fucking way! Did you two do it?!” Sumin whipped his head around to look at Hyunwoo.

“I’m not one to kiss and tell… What about you, babe?" Hyunwoo asked with a slight wink, making your entire body flush with warmth.

“Nope,” you responded with a small smile. “Me neither.”

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