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jinsoulfromlewna · 1 month

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𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘'𝗦 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌 how the pyramid game characters show they're undying love for you! as subtle as it may be or as obvious as possible

𝖺/n god this kdrama is SOO good! i know it's a bit new but i got sad at the lack of fics ;(

btw, eunjueng n yerim don't like eachother here (boooo!!)

S𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖮𝖮-𝖩𝖨

this main characters almost curses herself for falling in love with you! i mean, sure, you're talented, nice.. amazing.. pretty.. but she's trying to destroy the pyramid game! and you're distracting her so much. maybe talking to you and sitting next to you in half of your classes will help, yeah!

she sweats, trying to start any small talk with you. of course, it's not obvious at all. sooji has a talent of acting calm and stuff. when she asks you the time, and you turn on your phone to reveal the time and coincidentally, what song your headphones are playing, she quickly makes a conversation with you about the artist. you quickly become friends.

but like.. it's just for you to join them in defeating the game! at least that's what she tells jaeun.

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𝖬𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠-𝖤𝖴𝖭

ja-eun has always liked you, you were the only reason she kinda.. stayed alive during her continuous years of being grade F. you (mostly) always stayed in grade C but even if you moved into D, or even F, you were always with her. one time, you actually moved into the F grade with her and she won't ever forget how you giggled on the floor with her after getting beat up.

she hated that moment, but loved seeing you giggling over the saddest things, really.

she always admired you a lot, and that special friendship slowly turned into love. she would feel special as you reject your other, more popular, friends to eat with the school's outcast.

you were one of the first people she brought home, and you even called her mom once! though, it hurt when you introduced yourself as her friend. she wanted to be more, so, so badly.

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𝖡𝖠𝖤𝖪 𝖧𝖠-𝖱𝖨𝖭

harin never really.. liked you. you thought, because she would always stare at you with that lifeless, shiver inducing stare. you never really understood why everyone liked her so much because of this.

but it was all wrong, harin liked you a whole lot. but god knows she would rather die than admit that. she's secretly praying for the day you confess your secret love for her, as you ramble how you were too shy to say so because she's so rich and popular and pretty, and then she interrupts you with a kiss and-

"ha-rin! c'mon, let's go to lunch!"

ugh. well, fantasies aside, you were already hers the moment she stared into those beautiful orbs of yours.

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𝖨𝖬 𝖸𝖤-𝖱𝖨𝖬

this idol trainee has always been head over heels for you since you two met! she found you very interesting to say the least, and having lunch with you and eunjeong has.. made her realize some things. like her sexuality

but she brushes it off, not wanting to ruin the friendship you have. to show her love (in a normal, 100% platonic way) constantly buys you stuff like snacks you seem to enjoy, or gifts you might like. she also invites you on shopping sprees, on "friend dates", or to her house to have a sleepover together! or yours, she wouldn't mind either

just be careful when ogling something you want or even show the minimum interest in when on a hangout with her, because you will find it on your desk the day after. maybe with a letter... a flower or two.. or a dozen..

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𝖲𝖤𝖮 𝖣𝖮-𝖠𝖧

probably the hardest to catch on to. she's a bit cold and tough to crack but after she realizes the tad crush she has on you, it'll be easier to talk with her. if you're lucky you might even get a moment of her smiling!

she always pressures you to study for finals or midterms, well, exams in general. she video calls you sometimes but like, just to be sure you're doing that project due thursday at first period, not because she wants to see that cute little face of yours- i mean, what?

even after all that pressure from her to study, you don't do it as much as she does, so when the teacher isn't looking you whisper into her ear. "do-ah, what's the answer to number 17?" and while she usually never replies when it's someone else, she can make an excuse for you. "a." she whispers back.

after the exam results, you two walk out of school together, you were going to say farewell but she interrupts you. "hey. you owe me for giving you the answer." do-ah was never the one to do things like that, but you complied. "how about a dat- uh, a hangout at a restaurant o-or the movies?" you smiled. getting close to her, you whisper in her ear. "to a restaurant, ey? hehe, a date it is."

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𝖡𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖮𝖮-𝖩𝖨

this cutesy girl had the biggest friend crush on you since you met! i mean you were so pretty and kind, who wouldn't wanna be your friend?! she'd try and eat lunch with you everyday, she'd sit next to you whenever she can (in and out of class) and just really tries to spend time with you whenever she can!

as you get more used to her being all over you all the time, you give in and accept being her friend. i mean, it's not like you ignored her but you kinda thought she was weird and stuff. yet now, she's one of your best friends!

she's with you at all times, and you were there for her when baek ha-rin yelled at her and you were there when she didn't have anyone. when you hugged her, and said everything was going to be okay, wiping her tears as you stared into her eyes, she knew you were the one.

the one for her. she smiled. <3

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𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖣𝖠-𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭

while she's an absolute bitch to everyone else, that changes completely when you're around. she even gets a bit lively, but obviously she's still super mean, in a teasing way!!

she hooks an arm around your shoulder as you two walk together to class, cutting off anyone who wants to try and flirt with you. whenever she's bullying a grade F, just tell her to hangout with you, especially in that tone when she can tell you're sad about her actions, she'll leave them alone immediately.

you're one of the only people she goes to so she can vent and stuff, a lot of times she goes to your house (when your parents aren't around, obviously) and smokes or drinks liquor as she talks about her problems. you're a real comfort for her, well, your presence in general is.

if you ever get into grade F (unlikely, because she has like over half the class threatened to vote for you plus your friends and her), let's say the 'bullying' is a bit different. you guys are just friends, yeah, but she still teases you by saying stuff like how about you give me a kiss?

and well, who are you to reject what a grade A says, right?

written by @jinsoulfromlewna. please do not repost or translate without consent.

#pyramid game x reader #pyramid game #baek harin #sung soo ji #ja eun #seo do ah #bang wooji #kim dayeon #pyramid game x y/n #pyramid game x you #fanfic #x reader #kdrama #kpop

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y-ves · 29 days

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⸻⠀ look at me closely in my eyes @m00nbap ౨ৎ

fill me more with your heart oh please (⇀‸↼‶)♥︎ ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰⠀

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cloverdaisies · 3 months

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# ART CLASS 𝜗𝜚𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

JI CHANGMIN x reader

˗ˏˋ description:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : your crush on your art professor might be affecting your grades, he was just perfect but you’re just a student. how you accidentally fell in love with art class for the wrong reasons…

˗ˏˋ genre:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : fluff, unrequited to lovers.

˗ˏˋ word count:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : 5.5k+

˗ˏˋ notes:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : this was once 10k+ but oops, is a bit of an indulgent fic i can’t lie, i hope you love it as much as i do, so here’s some changmin brainrot to feed ur delusions, massive thank you to @juyeonszn for helping me get over my plot blocks, ily. proof reading in progress!

Mondays, the worst day of the week. That was for certain, considering you had a two hour class that morning with a professor that would draw over your weeks worth of work with sharpie. Thankfully, he’d already announced his leave and you wouldn’t had to deal with that anymore. Every morning you’d get the bus to university dreading the next class, headphones on trying to drown out thoughts of how you were going to survive your degree in these insufferable conditions.

“Today you have a lesson with your new professor, who’ll be taking over for me. He’s very well educated and I’m sure he will be able to fill in the gap after my leave.” Your old professor rambled on as if his low marking and reckless actions with felt tip pens would be missed.

You weren’t necessarily paying attention, more focused on your pencil work in the sketchbook than you were on the front of the class. Ears suddenly perking up at the voice you heard from the front of the room, it was a cuteish tone, at the same time mellow and calm - a voice that could put you to sleep that sat just on the right octave to make you fall in love with it.

“Hello everyone, I’m professor Ji and will be taking over the introduction to Fine Art module going forward. I look forward to getting to know you all and seeing your work. Today we will be starting a new project for your mid term evaluations, it will be a multimedia piece with a theme of your choice. Make it mean something, do what’s true to you.” Professor Ji stated, already he sounded as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. It was a breath of fresh air and his intellect was almost making you dizzy.

No y/n, you can’t be getting a crush on your professor this can only end in tears if you find out he’s already happily married and settled in life.

“Any questions?” He asked looking around the room with his thick black rimmed glasses, leant against the wall with his hands clasped in his blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“Are you married?” Someone asked from the back of the room triggering a boisterous laugh to break out across the classroom.

Professor Ji sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly contemplating his response a bit taken a back by the question. Especially in a university classroom, where everyone’s an adult, it was such a high school question, but who could blame them for asking?

“Do I look that old to you?” He responded with a chuckle, holding a hand over his chest like wound had opened over his heart. Oh and he’s funny. This literally couldn’t get any worse, he just seemed perfect.

After that the class began to start their projects, however for some reason you just couldn’t overcome the creative block in your mind on what to do. As you were sat twiddling your pencil and scratching out ideas in your planner you felt a presence appear behind you.

“Struggling?” Professor Ji appeared over your shoulder with his hands behind his back, briefly looking down at your empty page before back at your embarrassed expression.

“I guess you could say so.” You laughed as if you were begging for hole in the earth to collapse and swallow you into non existence. You watched as he smiled sympathetically thinking of a way to help you, dragging a stool and bringing it closer to your workspace. He’d done this to every student, going around to check on your progress unlike your previous professor who didn’t really care less.

“Let’s see.” He scratched his head for a moment, tapping his pencil on the table. “What are you interested in?”

You blushed internally, the question on completely professional terms but almost sounded like something someone would ask on a first date - at least in your delusional state of mind.

“Well I usually focus on work that expresses feeling, like this piece I did on stress.” You showed him a previous piece of work you did for the class, the abstract work compelling him to the phone screen.

“This is really creative. I love the way you used colour here, it’s abstract but so detailed. I think you’ve definitely found a style there —” He paused for a moment realising he didn’t know your name.

“Y/n.” You slightly smiled at him, trying to make yourself seem less like an awkward mess in front of him or mask the fact, that you totally weren’t staring at him the entire time he’d been looking at the phone.

“Y/n. I definitely won’t tell you what to do! But something similar will definitely have you sailing through this module.” He smiled, the cute line peaking at his dimples which could of had you squealing right there like some sort of wild animal.

As he walked over to the next table you couldn’t help but wish he’d stayed longer, his presence was unfortunately addicting. It’s the way his eyes lit up seeing your work, his passion for his work, his intellect, his welcoming aura, it had you in some sort of chokehold you hadn’t felt in years.

You took his words on board, an idea suddenly crossing your mind in a quick flash. Sure it wasn’t the best idea considering your current situation, but all the emotions you’d depicted so far were negative. Something within you was scratching at your brain to illustrate the feeling of the fear of love, knowing you were good at painting the feelings you genuinely felt.

Beginning to map out your idea in your planner, the new wave of creativity certainly didn’t go unnoticed by your professor as he looked over at you working away with a smile.

Then you hit a wall. You didn’t like using anything other than acrylic paint, every other form of media just for some reason seemed to irk every single creative bone within you.

“Any progress?” Professor Ji passed your table for the last time, as the lesson would soon be drawing to a close.

“Yeah I have an idea. However, I hate working with anything other than acrylic.” You expressed, your ears turning a bright pink as he grazed your arm to take a look at your planner.

“Well I think this is a great idea.” He laughed politely, readjusting his glasses with a light push. “I’d love to discuss this more thoroughly in office hours with you, if you’d be up for it?”

“Sure. When?” You asked completely composed, your mind rattling through ideas for the piece whilst trying to block out any thoughts of the man next to you. He smiled for a moment, flicking through your scribbled notes with a pen.

“Today, 5-6pm. Think of the things you want to discuss before attending and I’ll be happy to help. It seems you’re a really talented artist. You just need a push in the right direction.” He replied, his friendly register doing nothing to help you out of the sick spiral you were falling down. You smiled as he walked off to the front of the classroom to close the lesson, unable to pay any focus to the words falling from his mouth as you flipped around your ballpoint pen and chewed nervously down on your lip - the venom of adrenaline circulating your body like a wildfire from the interaction.

The class began to pack their things, snapping you out of your silly nightmare daydreams packing your sketchbook and planner. You pushed your pencil behind your ear, planning to pack it away into your pencil case at some point but not necessarily revising that idea. You slung your bag over your shoulder with a sigh, about to leave door without looking back, your bed awaits.

“Don’t forget to sign your attendance guys.” Professor Ji pointed to the clipboard on the back of the door greeting everyone on the way out with a warm smile.

You quickly went to check your bag for the loose pencil you could have sworn you just had, not remembering where you’d placed it, frantically searching the bottom of your bag for it not fussing to open the case of pens in front of you.

“Are you looking for this?” Professor Ji, took the pencil from behind your ear with a chuckle. Thankfully, being the last to leave was on your side today, no one seeing the god awful embarrassment on your face.

“Thank you, that’s so stupid of me. Sorry.” You laughed off the embarrassment, grabbing the pencil from his hand and signing your name on the sheet as he continued to laugh. “Stop laughing.” You looked over to him, holding back your own giggles as he only laughed more.

“Sorry I can’t help it. See you later y/n.” He chuckled as you left the classroom with a idiotic smile glued to your lips, the door closing behind you. You could have screamed right there and then due to the shear torment of embarrassment.

As soon as your head hit your pillowcase, the room felt as if it was spinning, so many thoughts drowning that brain of yours they were turning it into nothing but mush. You felt your eyes shuttering closed, slumber gradually taking over your body.

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The persistent beeping of the alarm on your bedside table triggered you to rise from your nap like something out of the walking dead. You could have used more sleep, but you seriously needed to attend Professor Ji’s office hours otherwise your project was never going to be finished.

You got ready, your head clouded with looking good for your literal university professor. You shook those thoughts out your head fairly quickly before sliding into your boots and setting off out the door. The winter semester brought in dark nights, it was cold outside, so cold you could see your breath in a thin smoke as you waited at the bus stop.

Presenting your pass to the driver, thoughts circulated your head like a manic steam train running a track as if it was the F1 , you can’t fall for your prof, it would only end in tears when he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. Staring into the steamed windows of the bus out on the dark night, you sighed the faint sound of music playing through your headphones as comfort.

You pressed the stop button, nervously making your way down the bus aisle as it came to a halt. Making your way to the arts building on campus, you inhaled an anxious sharp breath before reaching the hallway of offices. The office still had your old professors name engraved in a silver board on the front of the door, hesitantly you knocked awaiting an answer. The door handle turned, your stomach flipping and performing handstands.

“Y/n, come in.” Professor Ji smiled, walking into the office with a confident stride, the place littered with boxes seemingly needing to be unpacked. The office was lit warmly with a lamp stood in the corner behind the desk. He sat in a spinning chair at the polished desk nearly placed towards the centre of the room.

“So explain your plan.” He leant forward as you sat in one of the chairs opposite him, you pulled out your portfolio the chunky folder highlighting a collection of your previous projects.

“So, since I’ve done a lot of work on emotion, I thought I’d tackle something more complicated. So I wanted to do the fear of falling in love.” You explained showing him a colour palette you put together in class, it showed colours from a deep scarlett red to a sapphire blue. “The only issue is I don’t know how to use any other media than acrylic.”

“Hmm. So you’re a painter?” He asked watching you nod before beginning to speak again. “Have you ever tried oil paint?”

“Only briefly, I don’t really have the funds to buy oil paints though.” You laughed, thinking the suggestion was silly considering how expensive oil paints could be on your student funds.

“Thought so, that’s why I’m offering you use my resources for this project. Here.” He pushed a set of untouched oil paints across the table, as if they’d just been bought. You looked at him with confusion, you thought this had to be too generous, you’d never had any teacher care so much about their students.

“I mean thank you so much but why?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the gift, it wasn’t necessarily too expensive nor was it meant anything but a professional proposal.

“I know what it’s like to be a student. Plus, someone like you could really benefit from it, your work with acrylic is to not be transitioned into oil paint.” He passed on a genuine smile, a smile that radiated a positive energy you’d never felt. You looked down at them, still in a state of shock he’d go out of his way to buy such a thing for you. “I was also thinking, since 1 to 1 mentoring is setting back up with the new semester, would that be something you’d be interested in? I happened to stumble across your notes from your old professor and he noted you seemed very stressed with your work load.”

“Yeah that’s true, but I can handle it!” You tried to smile, however upon hearing the comments you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed in front of the likes of Professor Ji and his intellectual level in art. It felt as if you were being told you were slacking or left behind. “I don’t think I need any extra help.”

“Are you sure? I mean when I was in your year I also went through 1 to 1 mentoring for the same issue. I wasn’t always at the level I am now.” He sympathised with you, trying to catch eye contact as you looked down at the table.

“Okay. I guess it can’t hurt.” You sighed, still avoiding the glare of his brown eyes across the table, a silence lingering as the grandfather clock ticked on in the background.

“That’s great to hear. So it will be out of university grounds. Purely because the university won’t let me book a space in the week, I was thinking maybe a café? Of course on a completely professional basis, there’s a few other students needing the extra help too. I’ve got one more slot, are you free Wednesday at 10am?” He rambled on slightly, the thin biro in his hand hovering over the page beneath him. He pushed up his glasses and looked at you expectantly, your many thoughts being interrupted by his gaze.

“Uh, yeah that’s my day off so I guess.” You replied with a shrug, sitting back in the chair as you watched him messily scribble in his planner. “Do you have any pieces you’re working on at the minute?” You had no idea why you asked him, however something in you was desperate to ask.

“I’m just doing research at the moment into the baroque period, I would love to have the time do a piece of my own. It’s been a while.” Prof Ji seemed happy you asked, a small grin lighting up his cheeks as he spoke about it.

“Hopefully you can clear some time soon, I’d love to see what you make yourself.” You laughed, almost forgetting you were in a professional space as you let the words slip from your lips.

“Agreed. You’re free to go, see you on Wednesday morning.” He concluded the meeting politely, seeing you out the warm lit room through the tall chestnut door.

“See you then.” You replied, feeling heat rising to your cheeks as you noticed his arm over you keeping the door open, thoughts spinning through your dizzy head feeding your delusions like a sickly candy.

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After then, every other class had you spacing out with a mind full of Professor Ji, thoughts of his paint covered glasses, rolled up shirt sleeves, sweet smile and messy short hair. You often smiled to yourself, the words of every other prof passing through one ear and out the other - drowning softly into the background of your daydreams.

Wednesday seemed like a century away, you found your weekend dragging by Monday felt like an entire week and so did Tuesday. The night before, you’re sat planning your outfit as if you were going somewhere incredibly important the next day. Scrolling tiktok to cancel out your nerves for the next day, although it wasn’t a date, it was a completely professional meeting. You couldn’t shake the thought of it being a café setting, somewhere where you’d get to know someone for the first time, somewhere where you’d ask someone their hobbies, stare at each other across the table- you were getting carried away, but how couldn’t you?

The weather was on your side the next morning, the sun shining through your small apartment building window, the temperature outside not too warm but not too cold either. You carefully got dressed into the clothes you picked the night before, fixing your appearance in the mirror with a smile. Hopefully the effort wouldn’t look strange to him, after all you weren’t trying to look like the weird student with the crush on the teacher, nooooo that’s not you! It was and you couldn’t deny it.

You couldn’t help but twiddle your thumbs on the bus towards campus, palms coating themselves in a thin layer of sweat, your stomach churning in anticipation. You thanked the driver, walking towards one of the many on campus café where you’d agreed on meeting. It was a sunny day, therefore a considerable amount of people had taken to having picnics on the campus green, most opting to sit outside the café with their iced drinks and books.

You spotted him immediately, sat on one of the small tables with his laptop, scrolling away through his laptop and sipping at his iced latte with pouty lips.

"Hey." You smiled walking up to the chair in front of him with a smile, he returned the smile closing his laptop and putting his drink aside on the table.

"Y/n, lovely to see you. How are things coming alone? Do you want a coffee?" He asked picking up his wallet and signalling towards inside of the cafe.

"I can get my own! And I can't say I've done much, I've been pretty distracted the past few days." You laughed, trying not to be too suspicious or act embarrassing in anyway. He looked at you momentarily, eyes wavering across your outfit and perfectly styled hair.

"You look nice, are you going somewhere after this?" He asked, for the second time heat flooded your cheeks, your ears probably lighting up bright pink.

"No." You didn't know how to respond, if anything you were too stunned to speak, trying to gargle up words out of the jungle rattling in your brain. "I just had some extra time to get ready this morning."

"Glad I'm not keeping you from getting anywhere." He chuckled a mischevious smile on his lips, "I'll get the coffee, what are you wanting?"

"An iced matcha would be nice." You blushed, your voice barely coming out above a whisper as all your dreams of a man all seemed to be coming true. He was so mature but at the same time had a man-child charm, he believed in chivalry and was always there to give you everything you needed. In your sick fantasy, he was your prince, the older man that would save you from the horror of the boys your own age.

As he nodded, politely exusing himself to get your drink, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, reaching to grab it, a text from your roommate lit up the screen. 'Wanna go to the bar tonight?' You hadn't been out in a long time, too busy in work and exams to dare leave your mess of a bedroom: seemingly procastinating work was always more important than your own happiness and social life. 'Sure' You replied, after all you deserved some fun after everything.

Professor Ji returned with your drink, you graciously thanked him and slid your phone back into your pocket. He turned the pages of his planner to the notes about your project he'd written earlier.

"So have you started sketching out your linework yet?" He asked, repeating his little habit where he pushes up the middle of his glasses to the top og his nose since they always slid down slightly everytime he loked down.

"No... Sorry, its been a hard few days. I'm not even sure where to begin." You replied awkwardly, with all the thoughts of him you'd completely forgotten all aspects of the project or the fact it was due sooner than anticipated.

"That's okay, we can always start now, that's if you brought your sketchbook." He laughed lightly, not trying to put you in some pit of self doubt when you were already struggling to hit a pencil to paper.

"Yeah I did actually." You reach to grab your large portfolio bag, grabbing your sketchbook and opening it to the page where your moodboard for the piece was. You had practiced some sketching, feathered lines and doodles scattered across one of the pages. He reached across the table, looking at the drawings with a keen eye.

"Pass me a pencil." He asked, holding out his hand as you gave him one of yours, watching as he began to draw in the corner. "Instead of feathering your lines so much, try to get a firmer line like this so its easier for you to follow the precision of the paint."

He drew the heart balloon you'd drew in the corner, of course in a much nicer way which was soul crushing for you, but you followed his guidance and he nodded in approval. Of course, he could'nt admit it, but Ji himself was feeling some sort of gut feeling, perhaps guilt as he felt himself begin to get nervous around you. He thought it was endearing, the way you followed his movements and laughed nervously when you accidentally made a mistake quicly erasing it. However, he would absolutely never, his self control was a much tougher obstacle to tackle and he wouldn't let it fall for anyone.

You carried on discussing placement and ideas, not long until you had an minitaure layout of the page for your project all sketched out. The hour had flew by, and you almost forgot about your drink, too focused on him and his words to comprehend the time.

"Thanks for today, oh, and the drink, Professor Ji." You began to pack up your things, your pencils going neatly slotting into their case.

"Of course, just call me Changmin by the way, the professor thing is too formal even for a classroom." He felt himself cringing, why would he say that? He did mean it but, it felt even weirder that it was you saying it and not the other students.

As you left, he took off his glasses for a moment palms flattened over his face as his thoughts ran over all the events of the past hour, raking his fingers through his hair. Although he did think everything you did was in some way magical, he understood that he could not loosen the boundary between him being your tutor and you being his student. It simply couldn't happen. Ever. That thought would torment him until you either went away or he had to leave himself.

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For the next few hours, your daydreams had become an even more delusional hell than before. Your memory floated over the fact his hand had touched yours briefly as you handed him the pencil, the warmth of his fingertips lingering over your knuckles. As you grabbed your bag, getting ready to meet your friends you simple’s could not shake the thought of today, the chemistry between you both, the tension. It was all a bit much to handle.

You met your friends at the bar, regardless of the messy state of mind you were in. You got a break from work conversations for once, being able to stay up late and drink as much as you wanted as the sports played in the background of the bar. For the first time you felt as if this was normal university life you were living, however the huge disadvantage of not drinking in a long time is that after a couple of drinks you were irresponsibly and irrevocably drunk.

“Get home safe y/n.” You friend smiled, you two bring the last people in the bar as your roommate and her boyfriend had already left much earlier.

“You too.” You smiled before turning around and trying to walk in a straight line, the narrow alley of the street proving difficult as you accidentally wandered into the wall.

On a late night convenience store trip, trying to shake his irreplaceable thoughts. Changmin couldn’t get a wink of sleep with the pool of guilt sitting in the pit of his stomach at the idea of you. He left the store with a few snacks, figuring if he couldn’t sleep he may as well watch a movie or something to pass the time.

As if the world was against him, he noticed a familiar figure stumbling down the street, sighing as he recognised you, clearly not being in a state where you can get home safe unless you lived extremely nearby.

“Y/n?” Your ears perked up at the familiarly sweet voice. A voice of concern as you looked up to see your professor, Changmin stood in front of you with a glint of worry in his eyes.

“Oh…. hiiiii…. Sorry I must look like a mess right now.” Barely able to string out a sentence you giggled and hiccuped pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Oh goodness… how you’d regret this in the morning.

“Can you get home safely? How much did you have to drink?” He asked frantically, gasping as you almost stumbled over his palms landing on either arm to support your body.

“Yes. You’re so funny…. I just need to get the bus.” You slurred your words going to walk past him, before you were stopped by him blocking your path.

“There’s no buses from here at this hour it’s 3am! I can’t take you home because I’ve drank myself. You can sleep on my couch if you want but if you go to walk home, I’m walking all the way with you.” Changmin stated, watching your eyes light up all giddily as you began jumping up and down.

“OOOO, What does your place look like?!” You squealed the curiosity getting you way too overexcited in the drunken state you were in

“Come on then, you had lectures in the morning you need be more careful.” Changmin let you link your arm into his, despite the berry pink shade rising in his cheeks he hoped you’d wake up in the morning and forget all about the way you were acting towards him for your own sake.

His apartment was a humble excuse for a studio, not too big but not inconveniently small either. There were band posters and some of his original art work hung on the walls across the room where there was space. It was lit warmly, he seemed to hate fluorescence of ceiling lights and much preferred dotting smaller lights with thrifted lampshades around the room.

“You have the bed, I’m gonna stay awake for a while.” He pointed to across the room where his neatly made bed was just waiting to canon balled, the mountain of pillows looking so unrightfully comfortable. You collapsed into the sheets without any arguments, failing to see the relieved smile as he sat down in front of the television.

You soon drifted off to sleep, every little mumble, little breath was heard across the room by him. He struggled to shake the thoughts of you, after all that’s what was keeping him up in the first place. He’d only made his situation worse, he couldn’t fall in love with you no matter how attractive he thought you were. Every time he shut his eyes he saw you, and now you were across the room the thought was haunting him. So he laid across the sofa awake, into the hours of the early morning until he just couldn’t keep them open anymore. Even in his dreams, the pictures of you danced like paintings across his brain.

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Of course leaving your professors house hungover at 8am on a Thursday morning, wasn’t the proudest moment of your life, it certainly was an experience. You’d never been mortified of your own actions, god knows what you said to him, you couldn’t remember blurting anything you shouldn’t of. However as you showed up to your lectures for the next 3 weeks he didn’t talk to you, nor did he help you with your project or take you to any cafés for your mentoring.

Your one to one sessions now took place in his office, to him it was easier to make the difference between love interest and student in there. You could tell the difference, he wasn’t as friendly, he was ice cold and this only made you more embarrassed.

After a few weeks you finally mustered up the courage to ask him.

“Why are you being so different with me?” You asked confidently, watching him avoid making eye contact and ignore the question as if he never heard it. “You owe me an explanation.”

“Do I? I’m just trying to maintain a professional relationship with you.” He shrugged continuing to check through your sketchbook, you couldn’t look at him without beginning to shake, the confidence in your voice wavering.

“What do you mean by that?” You retorted, confused to why that was suddenly so serious, when had HE ever been unprofessional, after all weren’t you the problem?

“I mean what happened those few weeks ago, was wrong. I’m your lecturer nothing more.” He placed his palm on the desk looking at you with a serious glare, eyes wavering suspiciously.

“Changmin?” You were hesitant to ask, “Do you have feelings for me?”

There was silence, you wished you could swallow your words back into your head but you were too late. He stared at you with a panicked expression, then one of disappointment before beginning to speak.

“I can’t Y/n, you’re just a student. You’re my student, I don’t want to lose my-”

He knew he was hurting himself with his own words, it was so clear he’d been pushing himself away from what he wanted and that was you.

You interrupted him with a kiss, it took a moment before he reciprocated standing up straight and pushing your back into the wall behind you. It was passionate desperate, as if every emotion, anger, frustration, love that was so forbidden - he’d just let it go. He couldn’t fight it anymore.

Pulling his face away from yours, you looked at him with teary eyes, all the emotions bursting out as your own feelings began to conflict.

“I’m sorry. That should have never happened.” He quickly backed away, holding his lips. You shook your head violently not able to produce a coherent sentence.

“No. I’m in… I can’t say it. Don’t hate me.” You still couldn’t think of the words, you didn’t want to frighten him or push him away. You were scared he wouldn’t be able to love you back, he’d hold his career over you.

However that singular tear that fell from your eye, was gently wiped away by his thumb. Wrapping his arms around your head and bringing you to his chest. He sat himself on the desk, lifting you on to his knee to comfort you.

“It’s okay, I’m in love with you too.” He whispered into your ear, only causing you to sob more as his own tears were wiped away by a hearty chuckle. “I guess we’ll have to figure out the work stuff before I can fully be able to love you like I want to though."

You smiled up at him in the ambient lighting, as he rocked you in his arms against the warmth of his chest you were content. The dimples in his cheeks sending your stomach swarming with butterflies, as you pushed your glasses up his nose for him.

That’s how you accidentally fell in love with your art professor.

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 3 months

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~Unplanned Events Masterlist~

As any excited Stay would be, you were thrilled to be finally attending a Stray Kids concert. But, when your friend abandons you in a big city, hours from home, and, the day before the big show, what the hell are you supposed to do? And why the hell is the Han Jisung consoling your sobbing self?

Part 1 🦷

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Currently unfinished! Just on a break! :)

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t0riberry · 1 month

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Sorry for not posting it will happen again

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b1ackbunny · 6 months

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SOCIALS W/ GF!HAECHI

PT. 01 | CELIBATE

A Haechi Wang smau Oneshot

paring: gf!haechi wang x fem!reader

word count: n/a

warnings: nothing crazy, suggestive humor, funny fluff, would label this is a oneshot but idk

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a/n: haechi haechi haechiii 🫶🏽 someone requested a haechi one and ofc I had to deliver she’s wife fr. but anyways enjoyyoyoyy!!! <333

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#b1ackbunny writes #haechi wang #haechi #swf #swf2 #street woman fighter #street woman fighter 2 #haechi wang swf2 #haechi wang x reader #haechi wang x fem reader #haechi wang x y/n #haechi wang swf #wang hye-ji

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stayfortwominutes · 7 months

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📝 "to take a bullet for you." | han

disclaimers; cursing*, no acts of violence portrayed in this fic are condoned*, written from second person perspective; no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; han x female reader

synopsis; you love jisung enough to take a bullet for him.

content; yakuza au (han & reader are yakuza leaders), death of a minor character, gun violence*, minor fluff at the end | word count; 1.3 k

jisung cannot fathom ever losing you.

life was about endurance, suffering through the hell of the cold, cruel world’s iniquities; yet finding respite in the things you loved, with the people you loved. he had never contemplated what it would mean to lose you.

you stalked cautiously behind him into his study, taking a seat on the chaise lounge alongside him while maintaining a slight distance. he hung his head in his hands, a fretful sigh emitting from him before he raked his fingers through his slicked back charcoal locks, sending strands in disarray across his forehead.

one of jisung’s attendants, yoon, stood next to you quietly, working skilfully to disinfect and bandage the flesh wound that adorned your right shoulder. feeling the sharp sting as the aide applied some alcohol to clean the injury, you could only hiss, biting your lip in discomfort.

jisung’s hand came to grasp yours, his thumb gently caressed the back of your palm. although an unfamiliar act, his touch encompassed a warmth of reassurance.

a few short moments later, yoon had patched up your abrasion.

“thank you for your work, you may leave.”

having dismissed the attendant, the two of you were ensconced in a stifling silence. there was an air of anticipation, the pair of you suppressing a slew of opinions, afraid to displease the other.

your story with jisung began in your childhood, having grown up alongside him. the pair of you were born to neighbouring syndicate leaders. as children, you attended the same schools, being raised in a similar manner to jisung, with the purpose of succeeding your father as his sole heir. you were trained in the art of combat and self-defence, then educated in handling business and negotiations; groomed to someday become the head of the clan.

but that plot was cut short just before your eighteenth birthday, your father welcomed your estranged half-brother, seunghyun, a product of his countless affairs, into the main house. with the emergence of seunghyun, your father tenaciously proposed the idea of marrying you off to jisung under the guise of strengthening the truce between the two groups. however, it was far from the truth. it was a demeaning ploy to have you domesticated, an odious endeavour at removing you from the line of succession so you would not hinder your half-sibling’s opportunity to assume power.

nevertheless, jisung nurtured the fire in your soul. he saw your potential, while your father hatefully admonished that "women held no position in the yakuza other than as entertainment," jisung had profound faith that you would disprove that belief, and it would only be one of the many glass ceilings that you broke through.

from the moment your marriage was official, you were regarded as an equal to him and by his men. he established that you were sharing the position as clan leader, that your opinion was to be regarded as the highest with his, and your safety was to be even more so a priority than his.

it was from his actions alone, sparing you the cheap saccharine illusions, that showed you he viewed you as his significant other: his partner in life and in crime.

“what were you thinking?” he uttered, eyes trained on something across the room, but his hand remained firmly in yours.

jisung understood you were not defenceless, rather you were more agile and quick witted than he could be at times, but the reality of your livelihood meant he had to be on constant alert. despite knowing your strength and resilience, jisung was protective of you, and he would travel across the ends of the earth to ensure you were respected and treated with utmost care. these deep feelings he harboured for you were never made apparent, he felt remorseful enough in having had your hand in marriage forcefully given to him.

the evening’s events were a bitter caveat that enlightened jisung to the perils you would encounter after acquiring the status of leader and becoming his wife. he viewed you as a source of strength, but in the world of crime, this translated to you being his ultimate weakness; a target for his opponents to steady their aim toward.

jisung had taken you along with him for a routine check up at the port on the east side of town, introducing you to his most trusted racket leader, park, who had been in the business with the han clan for over thirty years.

a spy sent on behalf of seunghyun disguised himself as a day-hire and lurked around the warehouse in the shadows as you and jisung conversed with park. you only noticed the lackey’s presence mere seconds before he took aim and shot at jisung’s back.

the glint of the metal cylinder under the moonlight pouring in from a nearby window caught your attention and you precipitately shieled jisung, both of you tumbling to the floor in your attempt to duck for cover. in doing so, you saved your husband from any detriment, but the bullet had caught the top of your right shoulder.

jisung’s fellows were quick to apprehend the assailant, kneeling him in front of the clan leader. your husband draped his coat over you, before ordering his attendant to escort you back to the car.

"i won't take long." he whispered, observing the weariness in your eyes.

once you were out of sight, he commenced his business with the shooter. there was an instantaneous switch from his placid demeanour when you were nearby, to the current bloodthirsty contempt he exuded; it sent chills down the perpetrator's spine.

“adults have to be responsible for their actions.”

your husband retrieved his handgun before outstretching his arm, and cocking the weapon in preparation with the heel of his palm.

“i don’t think it’s right to waste this round. do you?” he took the cold metal barrel to the man’s cheek, tapping it lightly.

“i’m not the fish you want. it was only a warning shot, seunghyun just wants t-to talk.” the attacker whimpered, filled with trepidation.

jisung refrained from laughing as he aimed the firearm directly between the man’s eyes.

“forget it. i’m not interested in talking anymore.”

he did not take pride in killing people, often affording lower grade men leniency, but seunghyun’s audaciousness in sending an inexperienced buffoon with a gun to confront him was beyond insulting.

"you disrespect me? i would have given you a warning."

jisung could only see red.

"but you disrespect my wife? that's when you earnt your fucking death sentence,” he remarked before promptly pulling the trigger.

the lump in your throat was growing, nearly suffocating, and you swallowed thickly. your husband’s usual garrulous disposition had disappeared, replaced by an anomalous withdrawal.

“he was about to shoot you. i couldn’t let that happen.” you respond lowly.

you kept your gaze fixed on your intertwined hands, fearful that the walls you had painstakingly broken between the two of you were being reconstructed, and this time reinforced.

through gritted teeth, and lips pursed taut with frustration, jisung finally peered over at you.

“and I’m supposed to be okay watching you get hurt? you’re my wife. you promised me forever.”

your heart clenched in contrite, his hardened facade collasping as you hear the desperate edge in his voice. you look up to match his gaze and discover the worry that glazes his features. having been a long-time companion to jisung, you were very rarely a witness to his fears.

you loosen his grip from yours and bring both your hands up to cup his soft cheeks. at your sudden tenderness, his tense jaw slackens, and his eyebrows unfurrow. you draw yourself closer to Jisung, less than an inch between you two remained.

“you should know that I love you."

you place a delicate kiss to his lips, the first with true feeling; no obligation nor hesitance veiling the action, just pure love and adoration for the man in front of you.

jisung drew back, a euphoric breath escaping him.

"enough to take a bullet for you.”

your husband was well aware that humour was your coping mechanism but began sulking, drawing his bottom lip into a pout. his hands moved to encircle your waist, steadily pulling you into his lap as he reclined back against the chaise lounge.

“shut up, you just did... now kiss me again.”

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ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ note; i wanted to challenge myself to do something different but i don't know if this came together as well as i intended. i feel like i blurred the lines between mafia and yakuza(?) i realise reader takes the side of "i'd die for you," while han plays the role of "i'd kill for you." lil bit of opposites attract? anyway, please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback! © stayfortwominutes ; october 02, 2023.

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soulariarym · 1 year

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heya i'm back i hope it's ok 😭 i just had this idea floating in my head for a while but could i have a gn reader who doesn't know how to flirt at all and has to use a book of pickup lines on either danny or jiwoon to even attempt to flirt? one or the other, whoever you feel like doing! i know it sounds kinda ridiculous but it's literally just been... in my head... (it doesn't have to be romantic. like, platonic flirting!) -🦋

Haha this is such a cute concept, hope you don’t mind I kinda did romantic

Jiwoon Hak (The Trickster)

Whenever you’d try your silly pickup lines he’d laugh and ignore you most of the time, making sure he’ll tease you later for it.

He’ll mock you, making sure to be obnoxious about it too. He knows you’re shy and don’t know what you’re doing. He’ll be sure to use it against you.

Though once in a blue moon if you come up to him with one if your silly lines he’ll grab your chin, and whisper in your ear a very seductive pickup line, leaving you flustered.

“Cmon songbird if you want me that bad you’ve gotta try harder then that~”

Jiwoon is super flirty so he’ll flirt with you back but actually do it good. He’s confident and cocky and knows how to swoon people, including you.

Because of how shy you are he’ll trap you between a wall, saying things like “cmon hun tell me you love me, you can do it, do it for me~” leaving you absolutely speechless.

“Now try again babe, I’m sure you’ve learned a thing or two no?”

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface)

I’d imagine Danny would be confused, he wouldn’t even know you were trying to flirt with him, id see him thinking you’re trying to just make conversation with him.

“Wait huh, what? What are you even trying to say? You’re confusing me sweetheart”

Once he noticed you were trying to flirt he’d chuckle, not enough to make you upset but just a small, playful chuckle

“Y’know you really need to work on your flirting more, if you weren’t so cute I’d be running away as if you were the killer…pfft as if, a sweet face like yours could ever be a killer”

Danny will always check up on you asking the same annoying question. “So how’s the pickup lines going?”

He’ll for sure talk about how bad you are at it with his close killer friends, but don’t worry he actually thinks it’s cute how you try. He thinks it’s adorable you don’t even know how to flirt in the first place.

“Y’know sweetheart you could just leave the flirting to me, unless you’re feeling bold I’d love to hear what that pretty little head of yours comes up with” with that snarky chuckle at the end

#dead by daylight #x reader #x slasher #x you #danny johnson #dead by daylight fanfic #the ghostface #ghostface #jed olson #dbd x you #dbd x reader #jiwoon hak x reader #jiwoon hak #ji woon hak #the trickster #the trickster x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you

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mlnoris · 6 months

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Another silly little post, I’ll make a moodboard tmr 😍😍

Also Tysm for the likes yuppppieeeee

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hanjisunglover · 8 months

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me every time that I remind myself that jisung read my letter and said 'is in English but it's okay since we communicate in a deeper level' (I love him) (I miss writing letters for him)

#han jisung #han jisung skz #han jisung x you #han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #han jisung headcanons #han jisung x y/n #stray kids #han jisung stray kids #I miss him #I miss writing letters to him #I miss ji so badly

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y0nain · 4 months

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୨ ୧ ⋯ ⋅ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 ( primer parte del décimo cuarto capítulo ).

#estrenando template uwu #anda peinada así #https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/79/40/ab79408b2e40282695a5f383827dc7de.jpg #y maquillada así #https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/90/ee/ab90ee7a919a19d4355a9de94f7c8ff8.jpg #sin lunita esta vez de nuevo #pd si ven un error en el edit háganse les loques ji #wa ver si abro algo y me pongo a responder

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y-ves · 8 months

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watermelon strawberry sugar 🫴🏼🌟🦩

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hehosts · 5 months

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babe, wake up, new ji-hun art by otter just dropped

#* ( ji-hun ) ♡ — cobra in the hare’s den #ottermelonart #im screaming #there were other images but they were spoiler-y for the comic #look at him

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 8 months

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“Of course I do. But I would rather you wear nothing.”

Warning: 18+, unprotected sex, sex, sex, pregnancy kink, anxiety, choking, surprises, pain, gagging, spanking, angry sex (?)

Comment: Just a little something I was putting together in the midst of my requests! <3

Han was on set recording the music video for Venom with the crew. It was a busy day with multiple sets and everyone was up to their own scenes being ushered back and forth.

Han’s anxiety was not handling all the pressure and movements, but the staff was treating him so sweetly and considered everything they had him do. He appreciates all of their efforts, but it was still so much to do and he felt the pressure to do well.

His phone buzzed while walking between sets towards the end of the day. They didn’t know if they had time for one more scene, so he sat off to the side getting his hair and makeup touched up. He pulled out his iPhone and saw it was you, his loving girlfriend, texting him.

✨Y/n✨: “Hi baby. I Hope you come home soon. I’m having a bad day.”

Hannie🐿️: “Are you okay?”

✨Y/n✨: “Not really… But don’t worry about me!”

Too late.

Han didn’t even respond to you. He said he had to leave and everyone said it was fine so he got in one of the company cars to head to check on you at your apartment.

When he arrived he leapt up the stairs to the third floor instead of waiting for the elevator. Two stairs at a time, he was there quickly and used his key to let himself in.

He heard your shower running and he knocked before entering. “Babe, what’s going on? Why are you having a bad day?”

You screamed when he spoke to you, not hearing his knocking and nearly falling over in the shower, if not for the wall you smacked into. “HANNIE!? Jesus, why are you so sneaky! You weren’t supposed to be here for like an hour!” You yelled over the hot water at his surprise appearance.

You cranked the knob to shut the water off and he handed you a towel. When he hadn’t responded you had assumed it was because he had to go back to shooting. Wait, he didn’t even take the stage costume off?

“I’m sorry!” He whined as he kissed the shoulder that ran into the shower wall when you jumped out of your skin. “When you said you weren’t having a good day I got worried and had to come check on you.”

Your faces warped from surprise and annoyance to a sweet look at the concerned look he wore on his own. He is always so worried about you, albeit overly so. That’s when you noticed he was breathing heavy and had a sheen on his forehead. You ran a corner of your towel across it, forgetting he was still in makeup and getting it on the towel. “Did you run up the stairs here?”

“Of course.” He sighed. “What’s wrong? You didn’t answer me.”

You laughed at his still anxious facial expression. You tell him it’s fine and he still drops everything to check on you. Before you could even create an answer, you were drawn to the outfit he was wearing; a turtleneck that matched his skin tone with a shredded sweater overtop and a nice pair of leather pants. God. Like always his idol outfits always looked like gifts from the heavens.

The makeup was a gorgeous smokey eye and he looked like such an emo dream that you forgot why he was here. But then you remembered he wanted to know why you had a bad day. You felt shy as you walked past him and placed yourself on your closed toilet seat with your legs cross and towel wrapped around you. His eyes were on you the whole time.

You threw your hands into your face and laughed at the situation. He didn’t understand your amused sounds at all and squatted in front of you trying to get you to look up.

You poked your eyes through your fingers and whispered, “I told you not to worry!”

“Impossible. You are my only worry.”

“I had a bad day because I’ve been missing you! And… I have been so horny and needy waiting for you. I couldn’t get myself to cum with anything. I’ve been waiting for you to get done and us to have a good night. But, you showed up looking like this!”

He fell back on the floor hollering at your ‘bad day’ and you scowled. As he sat on the tiled floor, he posed himself and said “Yeah, babe, you like?”

He was teasing you now, but you could play that game. You stood up, dropped your towel right there and stood over him. Your legs on both sides of him allowed him the perfect view of your freshly trimmed pussy that was glistening. He felt the urge to reach up and find out if it was your fluids or the water from your shower, but you smacked his hand away.

“Of course I do. But I would rather you wear nothing.”

Then you ran out of the bathroom down the hall to the kitchen. He got up and followed after you, stripping everything and tossing it anywhere as he looked around for you. From your hiding spot you hear the clank of his heavier chain hit the floor nearby.

You peeked around the corner of the couch and saw a butt ass naked Han stalking through the dining room with only a necklace, bracelet, and rings still on. He was turned away from you and you giggled at his cute butt cheeks that were fully exposed. Target acquired.

While he was trying his best to be quiet and sneak up on you, you did the same to him. He was hunched over himself, looking around for any sign of you, when you smacked his ass cheek with a windmill strike and he moaned so loud you knew the neighbors are probably concerned and calling the cops.

“You little witch!” He groaned as he turned quickly and pulled you close to him. Your waist was being held to his slowly hardening cock and you couldn’t help the evil cackle you released to fit your new title.

Han bit down on your exposed neck. Not nipped, not kissed, BIT. You loved this side of him; his carnal need to destroy you that was not restricted to just your pussy, but every inch of your body. His desire to mark you turned you on so dearly and he knew and loved that about you.

As you received your second bite to your breast, you feigned passing out and Han had to quickly grab you behind your head and tighter around the waist to make sure you didn’t rag doll onto the floor. You trust him that much and knew he wouldn’t let you fall.

“Awe come on, babe! I’m not gonna be successful at catching you one of these times!” He whined as you remained limp in his arms. “Fine!” He growled as he picked you up like you were nothing and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

It always blew your mind how easily he carried you around; you weren’t the Korean-sized beauty standard by any means. And now your full tits were squished between his shoulder and yourself in an awkward position. You couldn’t hold the act any longer as you had to readjust yourself.

Han held you with one arm wrapped around your thighs, using your fuller ass to rest it.

*smack*

“Ahhh! Hannie wait wait-“

“Nope. That was payback. And not nearly as hard as you got me.”

*smack*

“I’m sorry! Your booty is just so cute!” You groan at the attack, but didn’t feel the least bit sorry and reached to give both cheeks a hardy squeeze from your current position.

*smack*

“And you’re ass is in perfect spanking position. Would you like me to continue?”

You are feeling extra playful tonight, and maybe a little bratty, and get a hit on both cheeks of his adorable bubble butt again from your weird angle.

*smack* *smack*

“Fuck.” He growls as he reaches the bedroom and throws you over his shoulder crookedly onto the mattress. You giggle at his anger that is building up, which only makes it worse and you know that. “I came home for you and you’re just gonna be a brat?!”

You try to defend yourself, “I told you I was fine!”

“You said you we’re having a bad day! I had to come make sure everything was alright and you know that.”

You huffed. You indeed did know that. You know he hates not taking care of you. “But I was just-“

Han suddenly pressed two fingers to your clit harshly and you yelped at the aggressive and sudden contact to your most intense spot. He gives you two rough circles, enough to elicit a whine from you, but then he pinches. You scream again. “I don’t know what to do with you.” He releases your clit in favor of pinching the bridge of his nose, seemingly in actual agony.

"Well, I'm here. And your bad day was because you were horny for me. So, what does my little slut want?"

You pouted at the name, trying to not show how happy you were that he was finally getting to the reason you were upset to begin with. "I'm not a slut..."

"Fine. My princess?"

"Better." You wiggled around at the cute name as you tried to come up with what you wanted. It was hard to pinpoint because you really want all of him everywhere all at the same time. Anything he does is magic and just having him standing in front of you naked and getting harder is already doing things to you. "Could I be in charge tonight?"

"Oh, you want to be in charge?" You nodded your head excitedly. He looked up, thinking about that choice in a very obvious way, "Nope. You made me leave the set early, so I'm gonna fill you up. You're going to be so stuffed full of my cum that you'll definitely be carrying my baby after tonight."

Your jaw dropped as he approached the foot of your shared bed. He's always cum inside because you're on birth control, but he's never mentioned wanting to get you pregnant, "Wait, Han. I can't get pregnant."

"You will be when I'm done with you." He climbed onto the bed on his knees. You instinctively wrap your legs around his slim torso, your body already defying what your words are trying to say.

"No I'm on birth control. You know that."

"It's not one hundred percent effective. And I want you to have my kids, so what better time to try than now?"

Flabbergasted. That's how you felt. What is he talking about? Is he serious? He's in the midst of his contract with JYP. He can't get you pregnant now! You didn't even know if you wanted kids. "Baby!"

He placed one finger in your swollen cunt and placed his thumb firmly on your clit to start the party started despite your protests.

"H-h-hannie! OH god!" You panted at the glorious feeling of his deft fingers doing their thing, "You want me to get pregnant?"

As he continued toying with your needy pussy with one hand, he added part of his attention to your questioning mouth. His fingers rested on your chin as he guided his thumb to your mouth and you sucked on them.

"Finally. Peace." He groaned at the way you lolled your tongue around his digit and looked nervously at him, "I don't know about right now, but if you want kids I will gladly get you pregnant. You would look so hot carrying my daughter. I love the idea of our combined love creating new life."

You couldn't speak, but you could feel your eyes watering from his sweet words. He wanted to fill you and he wanted to seem like such a badass, but sometimes you bring out the sentimental side of him and he's so precious when he tells you what he sees in his future.

So, you let him have his way. After only two fingers had played with your pussy he fully filled you with his eager and angry red cock. His dick is not something to be trifled with, usually easing you into an orgasm with three fingers to get you prepared, so two for only a short time was not nearly enough.

You screamed out at him in surprise, still in awe of his sweetness only moments ago. You're officially folded in half with your own knees crushing your tits and still stuffed full of his thumb that was nearly gagging you. You squirmed at the sudden fullness as he sighed in relief. You couldn't tell if he was actually pissed or just playing the part; not that it really mattered.

After ten or so seconds of you heaving after you screamed on his hand, he started rocking back and forth even if you weren't totally out of the pain zone. You didn't fully notice, as you were still trying to not gag on his digit that he forgot in your throat.

His other hand was gripping on your hip with so much force to compliment the long strokes he took in your overwhelmed cunt. But quickly, the constant pains became overwhelming pressure that turned into pleasure. You squeezed down on him and that's when he realized you were really ready for him to go all out.

He pulled his thumb off your tongue and instead insisted on squeezing your windpipe. You were relieved to have your mouth free, but it still led to you having restricted airflow. You were scared to cry out, afraid that he would squeeze harder to keep you muffled. So instead, you started rocking your eager hips into his own.

"You love when I'm a little rough don't you? I knew you liked our toy collection when you were upset, but all you needed was to miss me and now you're begging for my cock with your hips? Say something. I dare ya."

You shook your head side to side, knowing it was a trap.

"Good girl."

And that was enough to throw you over your edge and as you let out a disgruntled cry he came inside. "Don't go anywhere babe. I told you I'm filling you up tonight. This baby is mine." He slapped your leaking cunt as he hopped off the bed and went to the closet to grab your toy box.

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