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kwanisms · 8 months

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[1:58], Yeonjun & Soobin, requested by anon

╰┈➤ M1 "what? Does that feel good?" & M30 "I promise I'll be gentle"

wc: 1.2k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), adult language sexual content: threesome, unprotected sex

a/n: I have no excuse lmao pls enjoy this Yeonbin content cause I loved writing it

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You had only meant to check on Yeonjun; to make sure he didn't need a touch up on his makeup. What you didn't expect to happen was for him to make a move.

Ever since you'd become their makeup artist for international events, Yeonjun couldn't deny his attraction to you. He flirted with you often but each time you brushed it off, trying to remain professional. The other artists no doubt had told you that he was just being himself. But he wasn't. He wasn't just playing around. Not with you.

He'd finally managed to catch you alone backstage at Inkigayo in the dressing room as you finished cleaning up. He'd finally made a move, pushing you against the makeup table, his lips crashing against yours. Initially, you'd given in before coming to your senses and pushing him off, reminding him that nothing could ever happen between the two of you.

You tried so hard to ignore his attempts to get you alone after that but he somehow managed to corner you and each time it got harder and harder to resist him. Which is how you found yourself in your current… predicament.

Your skirt was hiked up, panties discarded on the floor of the hotel room, Yeonjun sat on the edge of the bed under you, his black pants undone and pushed halfway down his thighs along with his underwear. Your hands rested on his shoulders, breath shaky as you slowly raised and lowered your hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your eyed fluttered shut, a soft moan leaving your lips as you continued.

You felt his hands slide down your back, gripping your ass firmly. "Goddamn," he murmured, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. "You don't know what you do to me." His hot breath fanned over your skin as he guided your movements with his hold on your ass. "You're gonna get me in trouble," you whispered, voice shaking as the tip of his cock brushed against the one spot that had your eyes rolling back.

Opening your eyes, you looked down at him, his black hair falling in his eyes as he looked up at you through heavy lids. You moved one hand to brush the hair out of his vision. "God, you're so beautiful," he moaned. Your walls clenched around him, drawing another deep moan from the back of his throat.

"Jjun," you whined, head falling and your forehead resting against his. You felt his hand make contact with your ass, forcing a hiss out of your lips as your walls clenched around him. You heard him chuckled lightly.

“What? Does that feel good?”

A sudden knock at the door caused your head to snap up. You froze, unable to move or react before the door opened and shut quickly. Light footsteps moved through the suit until Soobin came into view. His eyes widened and jaw dropped. The three of you said nothing, only staring at one another until a smile cracked across Soobin's face.

"I fucking knew it," he said, a dark chuckle escaping from his lips. You looked down at Yeonjun who glanced up at you. Your gaze turned back to Soobin who ran his fingers through his hair.

"I mean, I sort of suspected something was going on but obviously this confirms it," he continued, rambling.

You looked back at him, watching as he shook his head, his blond locks falling into his eyes. Eyes scanning him, you noticed that what he'd walked in on was affecting him, even if he wouldn't admit it. That's when an idea popped in your head.

Turning back to Yeonjun you leaned in to whisper in his ear.

Yeonjun's eyes widened at what you were suggesting. He pulled back to look at you questioningly. You nodded at his silent question and a devilish smirk crossed his features. He turned his head to look at the younger man. "Hey, Soob," he said softly, drawing the blond's attention.

Yeonjun nodded towards the door. "Lock the door," he said, the smirk still present on his face. Soobin looked from his hyung to you. A small smirk was present on your face, too.

Was Yeonjun suggesting what he thought he was? He turned quickly and crossed to the door leading to the hallway, turning the deadbolt and moving the chain before returning to where you and Yeonjun sat.

Yeonjun was the first to speak. He looked at Soobin. "Take out your phone," he ordered. Soobin's eyebrow raised as he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Text Gyu. Tell him you aren't feeling well. Lie, I don't care," he explained. Soobin unlocked the device and quickly typed out a message to Beomgyu.

Yeonjun turned to look at you.

"Hey princess," he whispered, moving one hand to caress your cheek. "Keep going," he said, giving your ass a light smack. You gasped, lifting your hips and sinking back down on him, a groan leaving his lips.

Soobin felt his cheeks burn, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. You glanced over your shoulder, a light laugh escaping you.

"You just gonna stand there and watch?" You asked, drawing his attention. Clearly, he was confused and looked to Yeonjun for clarification.

"W-what?" Soobin stammered.

Yeonjun chuckled and looked over at the younger man. He nodded towards Soobin. "Take off your belt and come over here. I have an idea," he said.

Soobin moved quickly, reaching to undo his belt and followed Yeonjun's instructions, walking over to the bed as you continued to ride Yeonjun. Soobin waited for more instructions.

"Take your belt and bind her hands," Yeonjun said, nodding at the belt in the blond's hands. Soobin hesitated but at Yeonjun's insistence, took your hands behind your back and carefully used his belt to bind your wrists together.

"Done," Soobin said shakily.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Yeonjun scooted further back onto the bed, pulling you with him, making space for Soobin. "Get on the bed and do what I tell you," Yeonjun ordered as Soobin slowly climbed onto the bed. The older man gently took your chin in his hand and turned your head to look at him.

"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered as you felt Soobin's hands carefully ghost over your body, sliding down your sides and grabbing your hips much harder than you expected him to. You let out a moan as Yeonjun thrust up into you. "Just keep your eyes on me," he whispered as you felt Soobin's lips brush against your shoulder.

The sensation of having two sets of hands on your body was heavenly. You let out a whimper, feeling Soobin's teeth sink into your skin, your walls tightening around Yeonjun's cock and pulling a deep guttural groan from him. "Go easy on her, Soob," Yeonjun said, attempting to regain his composure.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” you heard Soobin murmur, his lips still against your skin as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants with one hand while the other held onto your hip.

Yeonjun looked up, reaching up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, watching as your lips parted. His smile returned as he slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth, almost moaning when your tongue swirled around it. "Oh," he said breathlessly.

"You're in for a long night, sugar."

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agustdiv1ne · 1 year

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☾.⋆*･.10:21 p.m. (m) — choi soobin

genre: nsfw so mdni, nerdy boyfriend!soobin, unprotected sex, car sex <3

wc: 1.7k

you find your boyfriend to be absolutely adorable.

despite his physically imposing aura (thanks to his tall stature), he is most definitely the biggest, softest nerd that you have ever encountered. he can get so shy, hiding his face behind his hands once things grow hot and heavy, his face flushing whenever you place a hand a little too high on his thigh. his chunky glasses and soft, oversized hoodies only serve to make him look even cuter. you find it endearing, how easily flustered he becomes, even after four months together.

it's not like he's a virgin, anyway. he's told you he has had a couple partners before you, and you've had sex with each other a few times thus far, but the freshness of your relationship makes him a little nervous to try new things. it's a little difficult for him to open up about sexual topics, he said, and you respect his wishes of easing into the things that he is unfamiliar with.

so when you find yourself in the back of soobin's car in the middle of an dark, desolate parking lot, straddling his lap with his tongue exploring your mouth — something you haven't tried with him yet — you wait for him to give you the green light. you can feel his cock growing harder underneath you, yet you refuse to give in to the urge to grind down against him. the last thing you want to do is push him too far, but it's hard. it's so fucking hard not to give into your own desires, to keep a clear head when you're so easily intoxicated by his presence.

and so you pull away, fingers trailing down to toy with the button on his jeans, and ask: “do you wanna go further?”

“i’ve, uh,” he breathes, eyes all wide and lips slick with spit. “i’ve never-”

“you’ve never had sex in a car?” you finish for him. soobin nods, and, despite the dim light, you are still able to make out the pretty scarlet blush spreading across his cheeks, eyes squeezing shut behind his chunky glasses for a moment while his takes a deep, shuddering breath. you smile, soft and serene, hoping that it will help calm him down.

“do you want to?” you question quietly as you cup his face in your hands. “we can sto—”

“‘course i do,” he immediately responds, interrupting you, his voice low and slightly husky. he sends you a reassuring smile and squeezes your waist. “only ‘cause it’s you.”

your heart flips in your chest at his admission. trust. he trusts you — you feel it in the way he looks up at you, overflowing with fondness, how he silently encourages your hands to slip under his shirt to slide across the smooth planes of his stomach. the pent up adoration in your heart causes you to surge forward to kiss him again, gathering the hands that respectfully rest on your waist in your own and guiding them down to your hips. he takes the hint and helps you grind down on him. the friction causes delighted sighs to fall from your and soobin's lips.

as he ducks his head to mouth at your neck, you push your hands back up his shirt, slipping the article of clothing up with them.

“want this off,” you exhale. “please.”

he moves back to slip it off completely before he's tugging at your own shirt, a silent plea for you to take yours off, too. you concede, and his hands find your covered breasts right away, squeezing before he slips his hands around your back to attempt to release the clasp — a failed endeavor.

“shit,” he mutters, and you allow a tiny laugh at his furrowed brows. you reach behind you to help him, the clasp coming undone easily, and he groans as the fabric finally comes off. big hands cup them as his lips latch onto one of your hardened nipples, the other one being stimulated by his thumb.

“so good, fuck,” you cry out when he bites down a little. your hips move faster against him, growing more desperate as he continues his ministrations. you feel as if you’re going to burst as soon as he shoves your shorts aside to brush against your folds, a surprised moan tearing from your throat when his slick-coated fingers start to rub quick circles against your clit. “soobin!”

he moans at the sound of his name, unrelenting as he continues to mouth at your tit, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy. you're grinding against his hand in desperation, arching your back to further push your chest against his face, doing anything in your power to chase the delicious orgasm building in your stomach.

“gonna cum, baby. please don’t stop,” you airily whimper, and this seems to spur him on further. his fingers seem to circle faster against your weeping bud, his lips sucking and nipping at your breast until you’re quaking above him, the cord inside you snapping. you squeal and slump into him, high pitched moans pouring from your lips as he helps you ride out your high.

the pleasure slowly subsides, and you remove your face from his neck as your hands moves down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. he whines at the sensation.

“can i ride you?” you ask, still panting from your first orgasm. he bites his lip at your question.

“fuck, yeah,” he says. “want you so bad.”

“want you too, ‘bin.” you shift off of him for a moment to take your shorts off, growing a little shy as he watches you shed your panties as well. in the meantime, he has slipped his pants halfway down his thighs and taken his cock out of his boxers. it stands tall against his stomach, unbelievably hard and big and veiny, with a slight upward curve that you love.

you straddle him once more, grinding your bare pussy against him until he's begging for you to put it in. you pump him a few times as your thumb rubs against his tip to spread his precum around the mushroomed head.

“please, god, fuck,” he hisses as you continue to tease him. “please put it in, can’t take it.”

“so polite,” you giggle before you’re lining him up and slowly sinking down with a drawn-out moan. the stretch nearly makes you drool. he’s immediately whimpering, sighing loudly when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

“so f-fuckin’ tight and warm,” he whines as you fully sit on him, taking your time to adjust to his size.

“only for you,” you mewl, and then you’re moving, rolling your hips and keening at the fullness. soobin’s hands find purchase on your hips once more, guiding your movements in such a way that the head of his cock directly presses against the spot inside you that causes your legs to shake. the heady air inside the car makes it difficult to breathe. a bead of sweat slides between the valley of your breasts.

“right there?” he asks, and you can tell that he’s searching for praise. his glasses have grown as foggy as the car’s windows, and so you hum in confirmation as you slip them off and set them on the seat next to you. your hands slip under his jaw and avert his attention from your chest to your eyes. the blush that once covered his cheeks has now spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. his pretty, plump lips are parted, allowing pants and sighs and whimpers to escape. you’re nearly beaming at the sounds, remembering how shy he used to be about making them — you are truly ecstatic to see how much he’s opened up.

“feels so, o-oh— so good, baby,” you coo between moans. suddenly, a thumb finds your swollen clit, and you squeal as your walls clench around him. he knows how to make you weak for him, especially after he realized just how sensitive you get after your first high; your boyfriend has started to use it to his advantage.

“just got so much tighter, fuck. fuck, gonna cum soon, love. are you, ngh, you close?”

you nod rapidly in response, capturing his lips again. you swallow each others moans as both of your chase your highs. “please make me cum, ‘bin. please, p-please.”

his thumb moves even faster, his free hand tweaking one of your nipples and then your thrown overboard, another high hitting you like frigid water. your entire body shivers in pleasure as he continues to thrust into you.

soobin cries out as your walls pulse around him, and suddenly he pulls out, jerking himself off until he releases onto your stomach with the prettiest whine that you've ever heard. you're both panting, staring at each other in disbelief.

“holy fuck,” he finally whispers after a few moments of silence. “that was so good.”

“yeah,” and that’s really all that comes to mind. your mind is a little hazy after two intense orgasms, and he can tell, hands rubbing up and down your sides until that slight fog clears up.

you grin, tired yet deeply affectionate. “you’re amazing.”

his face grows a little warmer at the praise, and he responds with a shy, lethargic chuckle. “no, you.”

“no, you.”

“no, y—”

you press your lips against his again to shut him up. grabbing his glasses, you slip them back on before your fingers move up to press down the cowlick that always seems to pop up during your sexual endeavors.

“‘m all sticky,” you pout. much to your surprise, he gathers his release on his fingers.

“wanna taste?” he asks, and though you’re not sure where this sudden boldness bloomed from, you nod. he feeds you his cum until no more is left on your tummy, and then he pulls you in to hold you against him.

“we need to take a shower,” he notes after a brief moment, and you deliver a light pinch his arm. “hey!”

“just hold me for a bit,” you murmur. his arms wrap around you a little tighter. “then we can go to my place.”

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faerybin · 1 year

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「Choi Soobin」 ☆

So here you'll find all of my favorite Soobin fanfics that you should read! Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work!

DRABBLES & TIMESTAMPS *⁠.⁠✧

7:25pm by @3raaaachachacha ↴

[0.5k] — fluff

2:53am by @sleepsacked ↴

[2.4k] — smut

Attention by @fairybinie ↴

[0.8k] — fluff, suggestive

Stranger danger by @delcakoo ↴ ♡

[1k] — fluff

Overworking by @blu-joons ↴

[1.2k] — fluff

Glasses by @bb-eilish ↴

[1.7k] — smut

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

Fangs by @beomie3 ↴

[2.1k] — smut

Oblivious by @rosewould ↴ ☆

[2.1k] — friends to lovers, smut, fluff

Anti-romantic by @the-name-chapter-ella ↴

[2.4k] — fluff

Incomplete seminar by @choibyus ↴

[3.1k] — fluff, college!au, sort of enemies to lovers

Special by @definitelynotcesia ↴

[3.3k] — vanilla smut, fluff, angst if u squint

Matter to you by @hueningshaped ↴

[4.6k] — overall fluff, angst

Friendly desires by @txt-trash ↴

[8.8k] — college au, smut, fluff, friends to lovers

Paper hearts by @soobmint ↴ ♡

[9.6k] — 80s!au, valentine’s day, ex best friend!soobin, rich boy!soobin, fluff

He loves me, he loves me not by @sankyeom ↴ ☆

[9.9k] — college!txt, best friends to lovers

What The Body Wants by @koqabear ↴ ♡

[22k] — sci-fi, enemies to lovers (kinda), smut, thriller, fluff (?), a sprinkle of angst

The naked neighbour by @ah-ga-seven ↴ ♡

⇉ Part 2

[33.6k] Two-shots — smut, fluff, lighthearted angst

SERIES *⁠.⁠✧

First Love by @moonhoures ↴

[57.9k] [4/5] [On going]

Genre : non-idol!au, college!au, smut, fluff

New fanfics ☆

Personal favorites ♡

Last updated : 02/25/2024

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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[ 9:14AM ]

genre. fluff. timestamp. warnings. kissing. pairing. soobin x reader. wc. 283.

Ever since Soobin had gotten up and chose to wear that t-shirt— the one you specifically loved on him— you had been craving for his attention. You were sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone and he was standing by the table looking through some important papers or something.

You usually weren’t a clingy partner, but you had your moments where you just wanted a hug from him. This was one of those moments. You just wanted to steal his attention away from those papers.

Your bottom lip jutted out slightly as you looked at him. He was listening to music and humming slightly, slouching forward while skimming the words on each piece of paper. It was unfair that he could look so cute while doing such mundane tasks. You stood up.

“Hey…” You murmured as your hands slipped around his waist and your cheek bumped against his back softly.

“Hey.” He echoed, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Are you busy?”

“Not really… why?” You had stolen all of his attention at this point as the papers he was once studying lay abandoned on the table. He turned around so you were hugging him frontways now. Your head still didn’t reach higher than his chest, and the height difference always made him giggle.

“I couldn’t steal just… 1 kiss from you, could I?” You asked as if it was a bad deal for Soobin.

“You can steal as many as you’d like.” He proposed, leaning down so you were both eye level. His heart shaped lips formed into a pretty smile, adorned with a dimple on his cheek. You kissed his dimple first before reaching his lips. Attention successfully stolen.

↳ txt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @90steele,, @ddenoudepression

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enluv · 10 months

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who tf is soobin 😐

PAIRING! - choi soobin x fem!reader

warnings: profanity ?? (i think that’s it tbh 😭)

genre(s): smau/text au, e2l (maybe?), more to add!

SYNOPSIS! - what ever happened to them? suddenly every single photo, thought, and feeling was erased from their lives as if poof, it never existed and once it was gone it left us all wondering, searching for more…

UPDATE! - THATS THE THING! - my newest smau based on this oneshot!

coco’s love note: I’ve decided that I actually lied and like smaus when I have time to do them 😐 so here this is! this is a semi-teaser/oneshot (not really) lmk if you guys like it and want more! the synopsis isn’t final - she needs some tweaking… reblogs & feedback are appreciated!

txt taglist! @yeoforce @jaerang @bloom-bloom-pow @gyuuss @yourlocalhotgf @kyublr @spooooooooooon @enhacolor @butterfly-skinnylegend @dinosdance @888ollie @14shroud @junityy @soobin-chois @fairybinie @lolalee24 @ja4hyvn @crxzs - (bold can't be tagged, & if you'd like to be removed from the taglist or added please let me know!)

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moonhoures · 9 months

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3:31PM — first love!soobin 💌

The moments of how our First Love couple came to meet.

haven’t read the first love series yet? you can catch up here.

Friday, May 14th, 2021

Soobin had just finished his last class of the day, and as he exited the classroom, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Just one more week of classes, then it was another year down. The beginning of the fall semester was already looming in the back of his mind, but he tried to shrug it off. Class just let out, don’t think about next semester. That’s what he imagined Yeonjun would say if he were with him.

The boy plucked his phone out of his pocket as he walked the sidewalks of campus back to his dorm. He tapped his passcode in, opening his messages with his roommate.

soobin: are you at the dorm yet?

yeonjun: yeah, what’s up?

soobin: i was thinking pizza for dinner, want to split? 🍕

yeonjun: i’m in

yeonjun: i was thinking of going into the city tomorrow to shop for some summer clothes. wanna join? it’s just me and a friend from my songwriting class going

Soobin took a second to think it over. He always got a little nervous meeting Yeonjun’s friends. Soobin himself was naturally an introvert and had a hard time warming up to new people most times. On one hand, he loved having Yeonjun for a best friend because he felt more comfortable being sociable with him. But Yeonjun’s friends usually were very outgoing and it admittedly made Soobin a little self-conscious. On the other hand, he hadn’t done any shopping since the holiday season, and he could also use some new summer clothes. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to suck it up this once and go.

soobin: sure thing

The next day, the two boys got ready in the late morning and made their way to the nearest bus station. There they waited for you to show up. After a few minutes, Yeonjun decided to text you and check on how far you were.

“Oh, good. She said she’s just around the corner,” the older boy casually spoke as he locked his phone and slipped it into his back pocket. Beside him, his friend’s eyes widened slightly in confusion.

“She?”

His voice wandered off as he watched Yeonjun notice you walking up, a smile on his face. He watched his friend greet you before turning towards him, gesturing to the dumbfounded, dark-haired boy. Soobin suddenly felt out of place and self-conscious (just as he worried about) but for a different reason. He hadn’t realized Yeonjun’s friend was a girl.

“This is _________, from my Songwriting class,” the older boy introduced you to him. The name sounded familiar. He remembered Yeonjun mentioning it, but he never put two and two together to realize you were the friend they would be shopping with.

“It’s nice to meet you, Soobin,” your voice melodically greeted him.

“You too,” he nodded politely, thankful he hadn’t stumbled on those two words.

“We should get going before the bus leaves us.”

Yeonjun breezed through the awkwardness that he hadn’t even detected between you, leading your little group onto the bus. The ride went a lot smoother than Soobin had expected. You were really friendly, getting along with his and Yeonjun’s conversations easily. Though, he suspected that was because you had hung out with Yeonjun for some time over the semester. His personality had a way of rubbing off on people after a while, and that seemed to be the case with you as well. It was comforting to him in a way.

The midday shopping was fairly successful. Yeonjun had dragged the two of you throughout his favorite stores, and he found a few outfits to take home. Soobin ended up not focusing much on shopping for himself, instead engaging in conversations with you about college and how you chose to attend your school. At some point, Soobin found himself zoning out of your conversation, too distracted by your beauty. He liked the way your eyes had a twinkle to them when you spoke about something you enjoyed. He liked the way the corners of your mouth pulled into a small smile. He could tell you tried not to grin too wide, but he wondered why. Your smile was so pretty; there was no reason to hide it.

After dragging the both of you through several stores, Yeonjun finally conceded to eating a late lunch before heading back to campus. He spent most of the time telling stories that he and Soobin shared, and Soobin consequently correcting any details he messed up or over-exaggerated. You sat with them, eating your food and chuckling along with them as if you had been with them during the stories they told. It felt nice to be welcomed into a friendship like theirs.

You had originally been weary of meeting Yeonjun’s friend for the first time. Yeonjun was a great guy to hang out with, but there was always a fifty-fifty chance when meeting guys on campus. Most of them were boring, cocky, or just plain obnoxious to be around. But in rare instances there were guys like Soobin—friendly, personable, handsome . . . You liked guys like Soobin.

As the shopping trip came to an end, you mentally thanked your past self for agreeing to Yeonjun’s offer to tag along.

On the ride back to campus, the bus was more packed than in the morning. Seats were scarce, but the moment a seat became available, the two boys gestured for you to take it. After a few minutes, the businesswoman that sat beside you had got up and exited at her stop. You expectantly looked to your two friends, patting the seat beside you.

“One of you can take this seat,” you said, just trying to be polite since they had also been on their feet all day with you.

Soobin looked from you to Yeonjun, who stared back at him with a pointed look.

“Why are you looking at me?” the younger boy laughed, “Go ahead.”

“You’re older,” Soobin replied with a playful smile.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “Don’t try to be nice now. If it was just the two of us, you would’ve beat me for that seat.”

You chuckled at their childish back-and-forth, luckily not noticing Soobin’s ears growing pink.

“I would not,” he mumbled.

“Yes, you would.”

Soobin sighed, and the two boys continued to stand out of pure stubbornness. He glanced at you when he knew you wouldn’t catch him. She’s so pretty without even trying, he thought. The bus jolted to a stop at the campus station, and several students made their exits. The three of you brought up the rear, hopping off moments before the bus closed its doors and departed.

“I’ll see you Monday in class, right?” Yeonjun turned to you, his shopping bags clutched in one of his hands while his phone was in the other. Soobin’s one, small bag hung from his hand at his side. He stood kind of awkwardly, and his eyes seemed to wander away from you when yours met them. It felt like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

“Yep,” you nodded before turning to his friend, “It was really nice meeting you, Soobin.”

“Oh, yeah, it was nice meeting you, too. Get home safely,” he spoke sweetly, his smile revealing the dimple you grew to be fond of over the hours spent with him today. You hadn’t met many people with dimples as deep as his before. You liked them.

“Thanks, you too.”

And just like that, you were making your way towards the girls dormitory, getting your roommate on the phone to talk along the way. You had informed her of your day with Yeonjun, but you didn’t know beforehand about Soobin joining. So you figured she might want to know.

“Did you buy anything good? Are we gonna do a try-on haul when you get here?” she asked excitedly.

“No, I didn’t really go to shop for myself. I was mostly just a tag along,” you explained, “I actually wasn’t the only one he brought. There was a guy named Soobin, an Arts History major. He was nice.”

There was a pause over the phone, and for a moment you wondered if your connection had failed. But then your friend spoke with a hint of suspicion in her voice, “Nice? Is that all?”

“Yeah, he was nice . . . Why?” you laughed naïvely.

“I don’t know, it sounds like my little ________ has a crush.”

“Sooyoung, I just met the guy. I don’t have a crush on him,” you tried to speak with confidence, but even you weren’t one hundred percent believing of your words.

“Is he handsome?”

You sighed, kicking a pebble lightly across the sidewalk as you walked the block that lead to your dorm’s front entrance, “Yeah. He’s tall. He has broad shoulders, dark eyes, and dark hair. He reminded me a bit of an idol. He gives those vibes a bit.”

“Oh my god, you’re head over heels for this guy!” your roommate exclaimed, and you could only laugh incredulously at her accusation.

“Sooyoung, would you get a grip? I am not!”

“You are! You may not realize it now, but you definitely like this guy. I need to meet him. We’ll need to plan a hang out with the four of us,” she said as if it was a fact.

You got to your dorm, making your way through the entrance and walking upstairs while successfully changing the topic before making it to your room. The phone call ended as you opened the door. But the conversation picked up as normal once inside. The two of you blabbed on as you chilled out, deciding on watching a movie. Though, while the movie played, you couldn’t help but think about Sooyoung’s idea. Maybe there was a way you could get Yeonjun on board with a hang out for the four of you. But how could you bring it up naturally without it seeming like a ploy to see Soobin again? You needed to think this through.

“Alright, say it.”

Soobin was caught off guard, looking to his friend as the two of them walked towards their dormitory. They had just wrapped up a quick conversation about the bus running on time today, for once. But after a few moments of comfortable silence, the older of the two had made that demand, completely unprompted.

“Say what?” Soobin asked, earning an expression from Yeonjun that wordlessly said ‘don’t act stupid’.

“________. You like her, don’t you?”

If Soobin had been drinking at that very moment, he definitely would’ve spit it out. The equivalent to that at the moment was nervously stuttering on his response, “W-what? What makes you s-say that?”

“Well, the stuttering gives it away,” his friend teased, then sighed, “But you seemed so tense today. Not in a bad way, I could just tell you seemed off, like you were nervous around her.”

“I don’t like her,” Soobin simply stated, though his heart betrayed his words by beating faster at the thought of you, “We just met.”

“Okay. Maybe you don’t like her, but you think she’s really pretty, don’t you?” his friend nudged him playfully with his elbow, making him roll his eyes. His younger friend nudged him back, trying not to let his words get to him.

Of course he thought you were pretty. Anyone with eyes would agree. They would be crazy not to, or at least that’s what he thought . . . Maybe he did like you. But what was the harm in that?

“Ahhhh, I knew it,” Yeonjun grinned, claiming victory when his friend remained silent. Soobin couldn’t hide the blush creeping into his cheeks and ears. His body was terrible at hiding his feelings, he was learning.

“Even if I do, it’s not like I’ll see her around. Summer’s starting, and we won’t have similar classes next semester.”

“Must you forget that I’m the King of networking?” Yeonjun asked him as they approached the entrance to their dorms. He held the door for his roommate, continuing the conversation as they walked up the stairs to their floor, “I could easily set up another hang out with the three of us. She did say she was staying on campus for the summer.”

“But I’ll be at my parents’s house this summer,” Soobin replied. Yeonjun pinched the bridge of his nose. He was almost convinced his friend was born to think of the negatives in life.

“And it wouldn’t kill you to hop on a bus to Seoul for some shopping, or a movie, or something. I know you’re an introvert, but seriously, Soobin, you need to make a move. This could be your first real relationship!”

The taller boy scoffed, “Sure, go ahead and say that louder. I don’t think the bottom floor heard you.”

“Sorry,” his roommate bashfully apologized, but resumed his nagging as he opened the door to their room, “Look, _______ is a really cool girl. And you two seemed to hit it off really well. What could it hurt to ask her out?”

“She could reject me,” his friend deadpanned as he plopped onto his bed.

Yeonjun groaned, closing the door before resting his forehead on it in annoyance, “Fine, don’t listen to me. Do what you want.”

Soobin sat on his bed and watched his friend shrug with feigned carelessness as he sat on his own bed and proceeded to open TikTok. He started to tune out the noise from the app softly playing on the other side of the room. On his side of the room, he scrolled aimlessly through the explore page on his Instagram. Though he was mostly gazing at the images while his mind thought of you. He thought about the way you laughed at a dumb joke he told at one of the stores you went to. He didn’t remember what the joke was anymore, but he could distinctly recall the way your nose scrunched up a little when you laughed at it.

Across from him, Yeonjun’s chimed with a text message. Just like every other day, Soobin didn’t pay any attention to it; that was until Yeonjun looked up at him with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What?” Soobin asked.

“________ just texted asking if we would like to join her and her roommate for lunch next weekend.”

She did?

“Oh. I mean, I’m down . . . if you are,” Soobin added the last part to ease the eagerness that bled through the first part when he spoke.

Yeonjun’s brows raised as if he was impressed, “Hm, I thought you said you were going to your parents’s house next weekend?”

“I can take a bus here,” was all Soobin planned to say, but the look on his roommate’s face had him adding an “Oh, shut up” for good measure.

“I didn’t say a word.”

But Yeonjun didn’t have to. They both knew in that moment that he was right. Soobin did like you. The question was, would he ever get the courage to do anything about it?

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jjuniehao · 2 years

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[09:23 pm]: choi soobin || part 2

“i’m done, i’m just gonna sleep on the damn floor,” soobin groans as he plops down on the ground, letting his back hit the wall and resting his head against it.

the two of you are currently in the process of moving into a shared apartment, and it’s going as well as one would expect: boxes everywhere, you’re both starving after hauling boxes and furniture all day, and none of the key pieces like your beds, couch or even just chairs are assembled yet.

…which means you’ll have to sleep on the floor on the first night in your new apartment. how nice.

soobin was the one that insisted on assembling it all yourselves, since getting it delivered and assembled is a scam, why would we pay someone to do that? it’s gonna be fine.

it wasn’t fine.

at first you were ecstatic to be moving in with your lifelong best friend, but now, staring at all the half-assembled pieces of furniture, little screws, metal pieces and manuals strewn all over the floor, you start to have your doubts.

“you know, if we had just payed—“

“if we had payed we would have wasted a shit ton of money, and for what?”

there is a scowl on your face, and it makes you wonder why he has such a personal vendetta against hiring someone to assemble some furniture.

“well for starters, we wouldn’t have to sleep on the stupid floor—”

“one night on the floor won’t kill us. you’re supposed to sleep on a hard surface anyways, right? it’s good for your back. i think, i dunno,” he shrugs at the end and you can’t help but snort at him.

“could you at least try to be convincing, bin?”

“listen, i’m just as pissed and tired as you. let’s just unpack some pillows and a blanket for now, and i promise we’ll work on our beds first thing in the morning.”

you observe him for a second, and only now do you notice the overwhelming exhaustion on his face. maybe sleeping on the floor isn’t so bad after all. maybe it’ll get rid of the kink in your neck.

you let out a sigh, and turn to the mountains of boxes, “fine. but you better help me look for a blanket.”

within 20 minutes the mess on the floor is made even worse by random pieces of clothes, cutlery, books and decorations strewn around. the mountains of boxes have been reduced to little hills consisting of half-empty boxes, the contents messily thrown around in the desperate search of a pillow or a blanket.

emptying another box filled with clothes and finding nothing of value you sigh and move on to the next one; a lighter box that upon opening envelops you in the warm, fluttering feeling of nostalgia.

the box is filled to the brim with childhood pictures, drawings and notebooks you filled out when you were younger, colouring books, diaries, sticker books — your entire childhood was staring back at you from that box and you can’t resist the urge to look through it all, right now.

carefully examining the contents of the box, you start by taking a closer look at the heaps of pictures, chuckling a little at the dozens of pictures of you and soobin. you and soobin during a play in kindergarten, holding hands and both of your faces painted in a wide array of colours. you and soobin on your 8th birthday, with him holding his gifts for you proudly into the camera while you’re standing next to him, most assuredly buzzing with excitement. soobin bidding you farewell for the two week camp your parents signed you up to when you were 10, both of you crying and unwilling to spend two weeks apart from each other.

“bin, come look at what found..”

“y/n, if it isn’t a soft, cuddly pillow i don’t want to—“ soobin cuts himself off when he sees the pictures in your hand, and you can tell he’s experiencing the same wave of warm nostalgia you had when you first opened the box.

he takes the pictures from your hands, sifting through them with a fond smile on his face. while he continues to go through the pictures, you focus your attention on the other things in the box.

sticking out between two wildly decorated notebooks was an envelope. upon closer inspection you can tell it’s a little older, the edges a little worn. the envelope is decorated with stickers and your name is written in confident but clumsy writing, a little heart scribbled next to your name.

you open the envelope carefully, not wanting to accidentally damage a childhood relic, especially one as cute as this. the letter inside makes you want to scream and cry thanks to the sheer cuteness of it all.

hello y/n

i like you

i will buy you an ice cream

so pleas like me back

mom says we can marry if you want

bye

there were little scribbles of cats, smiley faces, hearts and stick figures (that presumably represent you and your mysterious admirer) all over the papers, leaving little to no unoccupied space. they are delightful, and the contents of the letter are a whole different level of adorable.

you can’t help the little awww that escapes you, and soobin immediately leans over to check what has you swooning like that, when your original quest of searching for blankets and pillows seems to have been long forgotten. his eyes almost pop out his skull when he sees, no, recognises the letter.

“how could i have forgotten this? it‘s so cute,“ you mumble, and soobin snorts. “yeah, super cute how you can barely read it. i remember my mom making me practice writing it all out a few times because it was so hard to read,“ soobin chuckles and sifts through some of the other stuff in the box.

you just blink down at the letter, then up at soobin. he was so casual about it, as if it was a well-known fact. feeling your heavy stare on him he stops rummaging and meets your eyes, “…what? is there dust on my face—“

“you wrote it?“

the disbelief in your voice makes his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, nodding silently. why were you so surprised? who else would it have been, other than him?

“bin, you‘re telling me you had a crush on me and didn‘t think to tell—“

“i was like five, what does it matte—“

“yeah, you were five but you wanted to marry me! that’s a serious crush—“

he groans and snatches the letter from your hands, folding it up and fiddling it back into the envelope, “let’s just forget this, it’s history.”

you grin and pinch his cheek, making him scowl and stare at you with furrowed brows, “well, how can i know it’s history if you never told me about it?? you could still want to marry me! so tell me bin, what about me—“

“y/n please, we were five! everyone else was ‘getting married’ and you were my closest friend, okay? even if i had a crush, it doesn’t matter anymore—“

“okay, then when did it stop?“

“what?”

“the crush. when did you get over me?”

he stares at you, stammering something akin to what do you mean and why do you care, though it comes out all jumbled. he’s shaking his head in disbelief, looking at you as if you’re crazy.

“it’s just a question, bin.” your voice is soft now and he hates it; hates the fact that it makes him feel like you’re pitying him, like he’s a loser. he can practically envision you telling him that it’s your fault and not his, how he’s your best friend, how you love him but don’t see him that way — it makes his blood boil and just throws him further down the hole.

he huffs and walks over to the other side of the room, ripping open another box, all in silence.

“..soobin?“ no answer, just him rummaging through the contents of the box.

“bin, i’m sorr—“

he suddenly pulls out a blanket, and finds some pillows underneath as well. he briefly looks at you, kneeling on the floor to make a somewhat comfortable arrangement the two of you can sleep in for the night. you walk over to him and before you can react, he mumbles, “i don’t want to talk about it, okay? i‘m tired, please.“

you nod silently and go to turn off the lights when he is done building a (admittedly) rather sad looking sleeping arrangement, and as much as you want to tease him, it would probably just make him more upset. so you bite your tongue, laying down next to him and stare up at the ceiling in silence.

you‘ve slept next to each other countless times, but not once did soobin seem this hell-bent on bringing as much space as possible between you two. “night,” you mumble, fully expecting him to ignore you, but to your surprise he says it back. the two of you lay next to each other like two wood blocks, and it’s incredibly awkward. this is you and soobin, there is no awkward between you two! both of you are uneasy, and you can feel his hand twitch next to you when you readjust your position a little.

taking a deep breath your own hand slowly inches towards soobin’s, until your pinkies are touching. it takes a while for either of you to move, until soobin carefully moves his hand towards yours. then you move yours a little closer, then him, so on and so forth until you end up with your hands tightly intertwined. you were ready to fall asleep like this and pretend nothing ever happened once you wake up tomorrow. up until soobin suddenly breaks the silence, that is.

“we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

you’re glad he can’t see your face, because you can’t help the goofy smile on your face.

“okay.”

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channoticedmeuwu · 10 months

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IMAGINING. . . SOOBIN W TATTOOS !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — suggestive asfff, slight fluff, s2l!au kinda, | w — sexual tension type like a lot, pool scene, mentions of reader wearing revealing clothing (again it's literally a pool scene), mention of cigs somewhere + not really proofread

A/N — based on a thirst trap I saw on ig you have me on chokehold for the rest of the month <3 idc if the concept doesn't fit I needed it.

🖇️ READ PART TWO HERE !!

PARTIALLY INSPIRED BY ARIANA GRANDE'S “BREAK UP W/ YOUR GIRLFRIEND” MV & SONG

you've been friends with soobin for quite some time now— you kicked it off at a cafe when your friend wanted to meet up after coming back to town. she had a few other friends there with her, choi soobin being one of them. “dude, you have to meet soobin,” you recalled your friend telling you, that you he was this fun guy with a great fashion sense, and you'd just brushed her aside, not paying too much attention.

but now, you kind of wished you did. soobin wasn't anything like you imagined. you probably pictured an average looking guy with a personality that reached depths, maybe wore a few fashionable pieces here and there. but you didn't expect him to have wear the simplest outfits, and yet look like— well, the way he did.

you eyed him in a white t shirt covering all of his arms, the thin material subtilty revealing dark outlines on his skin, a delicate pendant around his neck and fluffy hair brushed aside to make room for his glasses. and when he smiled at a joke your friend made...shit. he was kind of cute.

and soobin made his efforts to talk to you, but you couldn't help but focus on his body language— his fingers gripping his forearm, his jacket riding down to show a few tattoos on his shoulder— and you'd mask a smile at him when you'd hear him repeat a question he asked you earlier, trying not to focus on the way his hand rested on his thigh.

and you'd see soobin when your friends hung out often— usually sitting in one of the corners of the table where you could observe everyone talk, and then driving people home in his car. but, despite his appearance, soobin was a sweet fucking guy. always offering you a napkin at dinner or lending you his jacket on a particularly windy night.

and everytime he stretched while he silently watched everyone talk at the table, you noticed there was something scribbled on his soft skin underneath his full sleeve shirt. and he'd catch you staring sometimes, his bangs falling over his eyes as he bent over to tap you on your knee, asking with a small smile if you're lost in thought.

so maybe, soobin had been growing on you. just a bit.

and the night you left a party after arguing with your ex about how you don't want to “try again,” some back and forth between bittersweet, blaring music & heated expressions flashing through shifting lights— your relationship had come to an end as abruptly as it had started, and you intended to keep it that way. refusing with a harsh pull, you rubbed your bare arms as you walked away, sliding between sweaty bodies in the tight room.

and you remember taking a seat outside, trying to wrap yourself in a shawl as cold wind nipped at your bare legs, muttering curses to your ex. the uncomfortably irritating sound of a couple making out in the corner was making your headache worse, as blaring music from inside muffled with the blowing wind.

you glanced down at your phone, knowing it'll offer you better entertainment than whatever was inside, when you saw a couple of texts from soobin a few hours ago.

SOOBIN

[11:12 pm] hey, y/n, how's the party?

how was the party? you scoffed to yourself, cigarette smoke wafting around in the air as you twiddled your thumbs hovering above the keyboard, trying to think of a response— when you reached over and pressed the call button, not really expecting him to pick up. “hey, soobin. I know it's super late, but can you pick me up?”

and soobin's response was a bit delayed, as if he was shocked you called, but he replied with something that sounded in-between a ‘sure’ and a hum, his voice hoarse. “oh, soobin. did I wake you up?”

“no, no. I was wide awake,” then you heard him yawn. your cheeks flushed as you tapped your foot to the ground, “sorry about that, soobin.”

he ignored your apology, mumbling at you to send him your location with another yawn. maybe you should have thought twice before calling him at nearly 4 in the night. but you didn't know that soobin was secretly over the moon at you calling him, he was just too sleepy to show it— every second he got, he had always picked to be your side. slowing down his pace to walk beside you, or discreetly allowing his fingers to brush against yours whenever he got a chance to, had his heart beating like crazy. you had his heart beating like crazy.

and when you finally sat in the passenger seat of soobin's car after a few more calls he made confirming your location— fuck.

you knew there was something suspicious about soobin always wearing a full sleeve shirt even in the hottest weather possible, but last thing you expected was him having an arm full of tattoos resting on the wheel, the other out the window. his designs slowly circled and disappeared behind the strap of his black tank top. and when your eyes trailed below towards his sleeping shorts, accidentally catching them riding up as he bent over to lower the aircon—

you snapped your eyes forward, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. your fingers clutching the end of your shawl tightened.

and little did you know, soobin did it on purpose. he'd seen the way you looked at him, your eyes slyly (or not) slipping down to gaze at his arm flex when he scratched the back of his neck or readjusted his hair, a guilty, dark shift to your eyes when you'd notice his fingers on his thighs. and was it that bad to admit he liked it when he saw the expression on your face lightly change when you noticed a tattoo peeking out? you'd slowly press your legs together, a hand moving to hide your face as you'd look the other direction, trying to focus at the conversation everyone else was involved in. but he'd see you slowly default back to him, and everytime, he'd feel a tingle in his stomach when you'd lick your lips, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

“how are you? how was the party?” he gave you a sleepy smile in the car, his eyes glazing over you. you looked towards him, pressing your lips together at the way his hair fluffed up, his hand rubbing his thigh as he leaned his head back to the headrest, revealing the shape of his jaw—“good. met my ex. not doing that again,” you nodded, earning a small chuckle from him.

and throughout the drive, you felt yourself slipping into sleep, accidentally focusing on your reflection in the windshield instead of the traffic. your eyelids closing, the soft bass of a summer song playing in the background, the fresh car scent wafting around you— before the car would jerk, shooting you awake. “sorry,” soobin would mumble, throwing you an apologetic look before he'd suggest you lay your seat back, allowing you to sleep in a more comfortable position. and you remember refusing, curling into a ball to sleep instead.

and occasionally, a speeding car would pass by an intersection, and soobin would lean his arm out to stop you from falling forward as the car came to a sudden stop, a serious expression on his face as he asked you, “you okay?” and the two of you would trail your eyes down to his hand on your bare thigh, hearts skipping beats. and he'd snap his hand back, apologizing and trying to clear his intentions, when you'd just giggle him an, “its okay!” thanking him for looking out for you. and the drive would start again, and he'd yawn after hearing you yawn yet again, eyelashes bearing sleepy tears.

and right before he dropped you off at your place, he turned his body to face you, scratching the back of his neck. he was telling you something about not hesitating to call him, but did he really think you'd pay attention? your eyes watched the way his detailed arms flexed when he ran his hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the material of his shorts. your eyes watched the stars sprinkled across his collarbones attentively, wishing you could see the designs that hid behind his clothes.

and when soobin held a small ‘get together’ as he called it— was really a party— you thought you'd really never lived. you weren't planning on going, but after being urged by everyone in your circle, there you were, wearing swimming clothes underneath your dress and holding hands with your friend as you walked into the venue.

and eyeing soobin in the crowd, soft giggles and hushed whispers as the bass snuck up your legs— and you felt your stomach tighten when he glanced over towards you, a hand gesturing to come closer.

and dipping your feet as you watched everyone urge soobin to jump in the pool— him shyly refusing with a shake of his hand as he backed away, trying not to glance at you, sitting sweetly as your legs tread in the water. and he didn't notice someone sneak behind him, pushing him in, earning cheers from everyone around. and when he came up to the surface— beads of water dripping down as he pushed his hair back with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows, his dimples suddenly popping out. and he noticed you giggling as he pulled his top off, your eyes glazing over the chain that hung in the dents of his shoulders and collarbones, and he broke out into a smile, slowly walking towards you. “come on, y/n, jump in.”

you refused without actually meaning to, but then, everyone started a chant lead by soobin— and the last thing you remember before your ears crashed against the surface of the water was soobin's chin coming to rest on your knees, tilting his head with a smirk as he snaked his hands around your thighs to pull you in.

and everyone followed suit, splashes of water against your cheeks as soobin held your arms, laughing as the waves hit your face.

and everything happened so fast, his arms clinging to you when someone splashed water on you, or him wiping the water out of his face with a soft gasp. his hand on your waist, your leg slowly wrapping around his waist as he pushed you into a corner when everyone left to grab towels— bending lower, almost underneath the water when you felt his breath hit the cold skin of your lips, a soft, “can I?” as he pulled your hair to the side, his lips against your own, pushing you against the cold walls of the pool.

the sensation of the ripples of water against your hips was sending you over the edge whenever he adjusted your legs around him, softly smiling when he'd hear you mumble something in between, feeling your hands around him. and it was almost horrifying the way you could hear him kiss you, despite the music in the back, despite the water rippling around the two of you.

and you remember you snuck your fingers to pull lightly at his hair, the other hand finding it's way to tug the pendant around his neck when he pulled away— hooded eyes and cute puffy lips, his cheeks pink as he whispered, dragging your hand down his tattooed chest.

“if you keep doing that, we'll have a little problem.”

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jungwnies · 1 year

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syn ' kiss the prettiest one in the room, except it wasn't you he kissed genre ' sad/hurt, angst, headcanon req ' yes

gn!reader x bestfriend!soobin

word count ' ~0.5k warning ' angst, sad, a feeling of hurt

ur friends and you were sat in a circle playing the typical truth or dare game. besides you was your best friend, choi soobin.

there was tension between you two, everyone shipped you two, and everyone loved your chemistry. but it's never been more than that, it's never gone past the friendship stage.

"y/n, truth or dare?" one of ur friends asks snapping you out of your blank stare.

"uhhh, truth." you reply.

"what would you do if someone here kissed you right now?" she asked giggling.

you laughed, "i'd probably just be like, what the fuck, you know?"

she nods and passes on the truth or dare to someone else. the game goes on a little longer, and it finally landed on yeonjun, one of soobin's friends.

"soobin, truth or dare?" he asks as soobin looks at him in a contemplating manner.

"dare." he says smiling.

"kiss the prettiest person in this room." yeonjun dares with a smirk on his face.

yeonjun looked at you with a smug look on his face, expecting the same thing as you.

soobin moves in front of him leaning towards one of your close friends, kissing her.

yeonjun's smirk drops, and ur smile as well. your gulp and take a deep breath before smiling at soobin as he sat back down next to you.

needless to say, your heart sank. it sank to your fucking stomach.

the sigh of soobin kissing another girl sickened you.

i guess everyone was wrong.

your relationship with soobin was strictly platonic, and you were a fool to think otherwise.

the air got tense, everyone expected him to kiss you. they way he spoke about you, the way he was so, him, around you.

maybe he liked you, but you didn't find you attractive.

"i'm going to go get a glass of water, does anyone want anything?" you ask standing up, fighting tears.

not because it saddened you, well maybe a little, but because it just hurt. even though you always knew there was a chance he wouldn't like you, it still hurt. it was frustrating that you allowed yourself to fall for him.

yeonjun stands up, "i'll come with you."

the two of you walk away from the group and you go into the kitchen.

"are you okay?" yeonjun asks.

you keep your body turned away from him, but nod. "i'm fine, i just, i guess i was misled."

you hear footsteps into the kitchen and see soobin.

he speaks up, "you okay, you just kind of got up and left after that."

you take a deep breath and turn around smiling, "i was just thirsty." you tell him as you held the half empty cup of water in your hand swishing it around.

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barbi2709 · 1 year

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00:59 || Strawberry blonde

Disclaimer: This and each of my stories are only fiction and are not intended to offend or make anyone uncomfortable, if this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave without resentment :]

Paring: Idol!Soobin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, Soobin x gn!reader

Summary: Soobin cam back home with a new hair color, which leads to you making a comparation.

a/n: it's been a while since I last posted something lmao, so here's this, hope you like it!! (remember that English isn't my first language so if there's any mistakes let me know)

WC: 533

Soobin was drained.

Each step he took was heavier than the last, hr felt like he would collapse at any moment, practice was harder than expected.

But despite his tiredness, he had only one goal and motivation at that moment.

You.

The fact that he was just a few steps away from your apartment door was comforting.

Soobin knew that you'll be waiting for him, even though he had told you millions of times not to because of how late he could return some times.

And just seeing you could take all of his worries away, all of his exhaustion, stress and worries were eliminated just by having your presence.

He finally made it to your door, he softly knocked a few times at your door, a sigh escaping his lips because of how tired he was.

Soobin closed his eyes and rubbed them, not paying attention to the sound of your steps quickly making their way to the door and opening it.

He finally opened them when he heard a small gasp from you, his gaze found yours inmediatly, a soft smile appearing inmediatly on his lips when he saw you, you were looking at him with big doe eyes, your lips a little bit parted.

—You're blonde! —you exclaimed enthusiastically, a big smile adorning your face—. You're sweet as a strawberry and blonde, you're strawberry blonde!.

Soobin chuckled a little because of your nickname, he waisted no more time and hugged you tightly, slouching himself to hide his face in the crock of your neck.

You laugh softly at his action, one of your hands finding its way to his hair, massaging it softly, he humed while taking a deep breath, the smell of your shampoo being present and making him more relaxed.

—Tiring day?. —you softly asked while you started to rub your boyfriend's back with your other hand, feeling him nood on your shoulder.

Soobin slowly let go of you, his eyes finding yours again, he got so relaxed just by the sight of hugging you and you playing with his hair, he started to feel sleepy, but despite his tiredness, you could still see the adoration and love with which he looked at you.

He then lowered himself again, but this time, his soft lips were over yours.

You closed your eyes the second you felt his lips on yours, melting inmediatly in the softness and kindness of the kiss.

Your boyfriend was a gentleman, he always was soft to you, making every moment intimate between the two of you, that's also why you were addicted to his kisses, the way his lips touched yours in such a gentle way, being able to overcome the softness of cotton.

He slowly pulled away, breathing heavily while oxygen started to make its way to his longs again, he looked at you again, his eyes being the representation of "stars in his eyes" while he did it.

He cupped your checks and pecked your lips again, not satisfied with the kiss you had moments ago, you happily kissed him back, separating yourself once the kiss got lazy.

—Let's go to bed, you're almost asleep while standing. —you said making him laugh a little, he followed you inside the house, ready to be by your side for the rest of the night.

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2. how to get fired

SYNOPSIS a romcom office series; in which you're a huge romantic at heart but the shitty men you attract leaves you with countless failed relationships. then, you meet choi soobin. in an elevator. he isn't interested in you, he finds you annoying, and he clearly has zero respect for you, so why the hell are you so bent on making him like you?

AUTHOR NOTE the way im literally killing my engagement by delaying my posting time so early on in this fic..tsk tsk. whatever, at this point, im writing this for fun

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Your history with men: long, futile, possibly traumatic -- which, you guess, is more reference of the ends of your relationships, but besides the point. The most important of all, of course, is how all of the men you've dated liked you more than you did them.

You don't mean to brag, really, but despite those relationships ending, it always starts off incredibly well. By making the first moves -- subtly to not risk a man's toxic masculinity hurting his ego, you get a guy right there, right under your fingertips.

It's worked for years, after trial and error, trial and error, your N.U.T strategy, originally developed in your sophomore of high school, has proved to be successful in all regards of getting a man.

Yes, the names silly, albeit best to remember you were a teen, but changing the acronym would mean changing the magic...the steps work! It's simple really, because it goes like the following:

N = NAME rule: repeat his name as much as possible (higher success rate with aegyo)

A week after the blonde had joined the team, Chaewon already decided to use him as an excuse. Inviting everyone to dinner on tuesday, because apparently it was to celebrate blonde's one week anniversary at the job. Apparently.

Beomgyu was the one who first started the dinner after work thing and everyday, you remember to sleep hating the man for leaving this legacy behind because even when the asshole left, it continued on, to your dismay. Chaewon was apparently his successor, because she had taken the role of pestering everybody about work dinners the moment he left.

Hanging out with your colleagues after work was such a bizarre thought. Not only was it a direct violation of your strict Separate Work Life from Personal Life policy, it was unnecessary. When she first invited you, you wondered if there were genuinely psychos who would go out of their way to hang out with people that remind them of work.

You didn't have to wonder for too long. Coincidentally (not) enough, the psychos were all around you. The entire office would frequently go out after work with the exception of you and Mr. Geuk, your manager. Who was never really invited in the first place.

"Hey! Fake blonde!" you shouted out to your colleague, who you found was in the elevator. Which really seemed to be the only place you could talk to him.

This time, different to before, he had acknowledged you and reached out to press a button. You expected it to close so you hurried your pace towards the elevator, but it didn't, it stayed open.

A bloom of proudness spread across your chest, was you mentally preparing to got through with N.U.T so incredibly powerful he already got effected? It truly seemed like it.

When you walked in, you looked over to him for a bit. Until you broke into a little smile. "Hey, thanks for—"

Your sentence was interrupted the minute your eyes fell onto Chaewon's figure, the back of her little bob right in your face.

She turned to you to give a little thanks — which you assume is about the elevator being left open. You just nodded, shamelessly taking the credit.

But when she turned around to face the closing elevator, you lightly scoff. If he didn't see Chaewon behind you, he would've let the elevator close like normal, meaning N.U.T wasn't powerful enough to transcend human capabilities, it was a shame.

It was also incredibly awkward. Your proudness deflated and the elevator still going as slow as ever.

"Y/N, do you really not want to go out with us today?" Chaewon suddenly spoke up.

You don't know why you took the time to pretend like you were thinking about it since her back was facing you, but you did anyway. "Sorry Won, just can't."

She turned herself to you again. "But why" she drawled, pouting.

"You know...you know how busy I get..." you lied, making sure to avoid eye contact.

But it didn't help you out too much. Chaewon figured you'd lie, as she just exhaled, knowing you wouldn't budge on your policy. Maybe the lie would've held up if you haven't been audibly complaining in the office about how you have nothing to do, practically every other week.

"It's a small get together, right?"

You looked at the person next to you, then you and Chaewon looked at each other, than back at the blonde, both of you clearly being startled that he spoke.

"Um, yeah. Yeah! It's just the people at work at some old diner and stuff."

"Well, I'll be there then." he said, to which Chaewon froze, then frantically nodded, smiling ear to ear, no sign of her previous sulky face, telling him the details of...whatever, you weren't listening really.

You only stood there, with your hand tightened on your bag as you let your thoughts go far too deep. You know Kim would've asked him out to the dinner, she invites anyone and everyone — with the exception of Mr. Geuk. You figured from that information alone that the blonde initially rejected the invite.

So the sudden change of heart baffled you, it left you confused. It wasn't like she added any new inciting information; she just asked whether or not you were coming.

Which you emphasized you weren't...and like a bulb lit up above your head, you've solved the mystery in a matter of seconds.

The elevator had reached the lobby floor, the elevator door open, exiting a hurried blonde.

You've figured who the blonde was by the one week of observation — he wasn't an easy man. But by this interaction alone, you'd concluded who he was -- a savage, an evil, annoying preppy little blonde.

So, you did what you promised to never do — turn into a psycho.

You ran to catch up a little to Chaewon, who was only a few steps ahead of you.

Before she could say anything, you interrupted with an inhale, then an exhale, giving up your life long policy. "I'm coming too." you said, dropping the bombshell.

"To...?"

"To the after work dinner, of course."

It was silent, for a bit as you both stared at each other.

"Oh, cool!"

You were most definitely hoping for a more enthusiastic response, but that was forgotten quickly.

Which is how you found yourself grumbling, as you had your arms folded holding a storming grudge, sitting right across of the blonde, dimpled, gigantic, ass. You made sure to push Sunghoon out the way to get the chair right in front of the little asshole, to which the silver haired rolled his eyes at.

There was a need bubbling inside your gut, a need to destroy the blonde…and also find out his issue with you. Other than you planning his doom, which, he doesn’t know about. He shouldn’t know about.

You had Chaeryeong, who was practically five seats away from you, squeezed in the tables corner, very confused, practically asking you hurd of questions with her eyebrows. You tried to make her understand but alas, you're no expert in transmitting information without using the art of the tongue, and it was getting awkward with everyone looking between the two of you, so you just shook your head at Chaeryeong in a way of saying 'not now'.

Which was simple enough for her to nod, and hesitantly tune back into the conversation with the rest — being Chaewon the bob cut, Sunghoon the idiot, Jaehyun the hot douche, Sakura the cool one, and Yunjin the intern. You figured the conversation wasn’t so hot to jump yourself into.

In the duration of the team dinner, you found it extremely hard to start up a conversation with the man across from you. He was right there, why did it feel like there was a literal gigantic wall between the two of you? You snapped yourself out of it by shaking your head, you were getting distracted and discouraged.

You had to follow up with N.U.T, no matter what.

"Hey!" you said chirply. You made sure in front of him, you slightly slammed your hand on the table, which, thank goodness, finally caught his attention. He smiled a little tightly, but it was a smile regardless.

Which you completely forgot to plan ahead of time, you were expecting him to ignore you again -- you even mentally prepared to make a scene and throw a drink at his face.

"Hi!" you said again, as a form of a greeting this time.

"Hey, Y/N." he replied.

And, as a direct result of your lack of planning, this was your first strike of crisis. Your head was blank, trying to search for names to match up with his face but the only thing popping up was, sickly, fake blonde.

Your faux confidence was deflating all the more, nervousness cracking a little more through the facade. "Hi, uh,"

His brow perked up, the polite smile he put up, dropped. Completely.

And so, your brain went into full red emergency blaring mode. "Hi So..hyun?"

His expression was far from impressed.

You had it in there somewhere, it was in there. "Soo...hyung?" you said again with the ends of your lips trembling.

"Um, my name is—"

"No!", you yelled out of impulse, which proved to be a mistake since it caught the attention of the entire table.

"What happened?", Chaewon asked, worried.

"Nothing, nothing. I was just—"

"She shit her pants." Jaehyun interrupted, which then shifted the entire table's focus on to him. He shrugged. "I don't know, she looks constipated."

"What? Nope, no, I'm not going to engage with this when we're in an out of work setting." you raise your hands in surrender then drop them, "Seriously, guys. It's nothing, continue talking about Die Hard...or something."

"Nobody... was talking about Die Hard." Chaeryeong said, which you figured was out of instinct. You glared at her, and thankfully she took the hint quickly as she made an 'O' shape. When she weirdly carried their not Die Hard conversation again, you and the blonde were made sure to be excluded.

You turn your full focus on the guy, seeing that a subtle pout was formed on his lips as he looked at the group, looking like he wanted to desperately join in. You sighed at the site; he was pitiful.

You composed yourself preparing to take one last shot. "It's Soomin right?"

"Soobin. It's Soobin." he said, cattier than earlier.

"Ah..." you nodded, your brows knitted together. "Are you sure? I clearly remember manager calling you Soomin!" you were digging yourself a bigger hole the more you talked, but no matter how many times you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from talking.

"You silly goose, you're trying to prank me! Just a warning though, I'm not the biggest prank fan." you said awkwardly following that up with a chuckle.

And to that he had his brows deeply furrowed, to which you respond with a dropped smile.

"Me and you, S-soomin," you said the name hesitantly, gulping felt like you were swallowing down shame. It was painful, incredibly painful. "Soomin, I just know we're going to be very good friends. Me and you," you point to him then back to your face. "A couple of best friends."

He didn't respond to that, rather just nodded, then refocused his attention on a totally irrelevant, not Die Hard conversation that was happening beside you both.

You had to take your shot or giving up your policy was going to turn out to be a complete waste. So, you cleared your throat, "Or perhaps lovers." you said under your breath.

He heard. Oh, did he hear. He snapped his head to you, again, with the same raised brow.

You gave him a quick smile, your eyes wandering down to the surface of the table as your lips kissed your teeth in embarrassment.

This was harder than you imagined.

But thus, you learned a new, valuable lesson. N.U.T wasn't fool proof, sometimes, a step might fall through, and when that happens, you need to remind yourself that human beings are diverse creatures—men are diverse creatures.

One step might not work, or can't work, but it didn't guarantee your complete failure. In fact, you had two more steps—frankly, better steps.

U = UNEXPECTED TOUCH rules: little touches, as unexpected as possible

Its been a few weeks after the Soomin incident, and you've learned to build up your relationship with the blonde in hopes of making the second step not be abrupt. So far, you've been ...failing. You don't even see him in the decade old elevator anymore! It was getting bad.

"So, what? Your nutting plan isn't working anymore?"

You snapped your focus from Soobin to the girl behind the desk you were leaning on, Chaeryeong.

"First of all, keep your voice down!" you hissed. "And second of all, it's called nut because I used to really like nuts in high school. It has nothing to do with nutting."

"For some reason, I'm having a hard time believing that." she said, then you rolled your eyes, shifting your attention back to the distressed blonde on a call.

"It's kind of funny though, if you think about it." you mumbled, reaching for the oatmeal cookie jar.

"Nutting? Not really."

"Oh my god Chae," you groan looking back at her again, "I'm talking about Soobin!"

Her lips make an O shape in realization, as she rests her forearm on the desk. "What's funny about him?" she whispered.

"How he's completely avoiding me." you mumbled as you noticed him getting up from his chair, heading to what you think would be the printing room.

"Okay, I have to go. Give me a high five for good luck." you quickly said raising your hand, Chaeryeong raising hers to slap yours, completely out of loop.

Then off you went, with a cookie you don't want in your hands, speed walking to catch Soobin in the printing room.

And thankfully, you weren't wrong. You noticed his back hunched over the printer.

"Want some help?" you asked, to which he turned around. You expected to see a horrified expression with the way hes been avoiding you, but he just had a small smile as he nodded.

Chaeryeong's high five...you have to thank her later.

"It's not printing for some reason. I have no idea why." he mumbled, stepping back to make way for you to take a look.

"Well..." putting your hands on your hips, you looked at the printer. The one thats been here since the building was founded. The thing is, no one knew how to make it work, it was spontaneous. It worked, then it didn't.

But you weren't going to tell Soobin that.

You put your free hand on his shoulder, looking directly into his eyes. "Soobin—hey look, I know your name now!" your changed tone was that of excitement but Soobin was left confused. So you cleared your throat, your voice deeper. "Soobin, I am so glad that you reached out to me. With courage like yours, I'd think you were an ex veteran. And I feel like, through this interaction, we can be the great friends that I promised you we would be. And maybe, something more—"

He pushed your hand away from his shoulder. "I was just asking for help with the printer?"

"I was just asking for help with the printer" you mimicked him in a mocking tone, you'd like to look back and believe this was your way of bantering. But he definitely didn't think so, with his face scrunched up at the impersonation. You shrugged. "Soobin, this is a bonding moment between two colleagues. Maybe friends, maybe two flirting buddies—"

"How are we anything more than colleagues?"

"Hey, what's going on here?" you looked at the door to see Sunghoon poking his head in, then you rolled your eyes.

"I just needed help with the printer." Soobin said pointing with his thumb to the back.

“Oh, that thing?", you glared at the boy in hopes of sending him a signal to shut up, but alas, it was no use. He just gave you a weird look back before continuing. "If it doesn't work, it's not going to work. You're better off with the printer in the manager's office."

"Ah, I didn't know that. Thanks."

You cursed under your breath as you saw Sunghoon walk away through the glass wall.

"I was about to tell you that. But you interrupted me." you said holding up a forced smile.

“You know I have, like, a hundred clients on hold? You completely wasted my time on purpose!"

"Okay, let's calm down. Hear me out." he raised his brow, waiting for you to continue. "Having a good relationship with your colleague is proven to be important—"

He rolled his eyes, as he dropped his hands to his sides, preparing to walk away.

"Soobin, look—"

"I would like it if you called me Mr. Choi from now on." he said coldly, turning away to leave the printing room.

And that was that. This man officially hated you.

"Don't you think it was too easy for him to hate me? I only stalled for what, three seconds? And suddenly I'm wasting his precious time?" you sulked, staring down at your cup of coffee.

"What's stopping you from hitting him with nut's final blow?" Chaeryeong asked, then tilted her head. "Nevermind, probably a restraining order."

Like a light bulb switched on once again, you turned to face Chaeryeong. "No, but you're right. The last step is the most impactful." Chaeryeong shook her head to stop you from continuing, which was a failed attempt.

"Hear me out, okay. It could reverse his dislike for me, like I'm not even trying to make him fall in love with me anymore, I'm just trying to not make it awkward working next to him. Frankly, I'm really thinking for the team here, It'll be good for the work environment."

"Right." she drawled, narrowing her eyes at you as she took a sip of her coffee.

"If you don't believe me, watch." you said, getting up from your chair, keeping your head up high, as you walked out of the break room.

You found Soobin still sitting at his desk, using the computer. Everybody else was either in the break room, or outside eating lunch, but he was just there.

Looking at...hedgehogs?

When you squinted your eyes to see the search more clearly, you found it was 'hedgehog pet food'. It was odd, but you smirked to yourself as you slowly approached him.

You had material for your last step.

T = TAKE INTEREST rules: in his interests

"Hey." you breathed out. Soobin jumped a little, immediately closing the hedgehog tab. Then, he spinned his chair around to you, collecting himself.

"I'm so sorry for earlier today, you know, wasting your time and stuff."

His eyes widened a bit in shock, then he cleared his throat, holding up a smile. "Oh. Well, thanks for apologizing."

You nodded. "Yeah, you know, I just get so weird at work when I don't get enough sleep. My hedgehogs keep me up at night, it's a nightmare."

"Wait, you have hedgehogs?" his brow perked up.

Again, you nodded, that time with a smile of achievement. "Mhm, yeah. People say from time to time, 'oh it must be so easy', and I'm just like, go get yourself a hedgehog first." you were getting in character as you talked, arms folded.

“No, exactly. People think it's so easy!"

"Oh my god, wait. You have a hedgehog too?" you asked, fauxing disbelief, slack-jawed.

"Yeah, I do. Only one though. I heard its hard with multiple." he said.

"It is." you mouthed which earns you Soobin's light chuckle, his eyes morphing into crescents.

"Hey," your brows perk up at him speaking up. "I'm sorry for you know, getting mad at you. You were just trying to be friendly—"

"So, here's what I'm getting. Everyone with the exception of me, is betting on Soobin not falling in love with Y/N by the end of the month?" you heard Yunjin say, very loud and very clear.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Soobin, who was very confused, back to Yunjin, who was walking backwards, facing Chaewon, Jaehyun, Sunghoon, and Sakura. They were just coming in from outside, holding the lunch they promised to get.

When Yunjin turned around, she stopped at her tracks, looking at Soobin who had now stood up from his chair, then you, who was already standing.

You inhaled then exhaled, your arms crossed as you bit down on your bottom lip.

"Shit." you said under your breath.

"So...so what I'm hearing is that you made up this stupid plan—"

"It's called nut." you muttered.

"You know that's not helping you out, right?" he scoffed, turning around to the side to quickly run through his hair.

Soobin had publicly embarrassed you by giving you a 'we need to talk', and making you follow him like a child to the printing room. Which, isn't known to be a friend to privacy.

He was practically scolding you right in the open, the glass walls showing the scene to employees outside.

"Look, I don't know how they found out. I only told this to Chaeryeong."

"The receptionist? Are you insane? Of course it'll get out if you tell the receptionist at work!" he hissed, then he exhaled, his shoulders dropping a bit.

"Was this, like, your way of hazing me? Be honest."

Would this get you out of trouble? You weren't going to admit that you did this to plan his doom.

Or make him think you did it because you liked him.

You finally nodded. "Yeah. Its like a tradition. We even did it to Yunjin when she first came."

"You bet on her falling in love with you? By the end of the month?"

"Yeah. People do this type of hazing a lot in sales." you lied. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of it."

"Well, that's weird. Because it's quite literally against the rules." when he saw your eyes widen, and your composure breaking, he continued, "Hazing is qualified as harassment to HR."

And then, boom. The final blow.

"Ah. I see!" you squeaked, your anxiousness reaching an all time high. "Well, good thing this was just friendly, you know, games." you said as you quickly headed to leave the room.

"I'm going to report you to HR." he said, as you reached out for the door knob. You spinned around, with hands on your hips, and a trembling smile. You took a deep breath in.

"You know what's so great about this country? Freedom! And rights! You have the right to report me to HR, and—and seriously, I commend you for it. So, you know, good luck." you said, then turned around to the door, a curse slipping out your mouth.

Then, you turned around to face Soobin again. "I would, though, like, appreciate it if you didn't. But, you know, your choice." you corrected your earlier statement, chuckling awkwardly.

Soobin only gave you a tight lipped smile, one that highlighted his dimples. Which just confirmed your doom.

You finally walked out, stomping to the break room. You needed to know how everyone found about this.

Everyone's gaze fell upon you when you walked in, the mood being tense.

"He's reporting me to HR." you finally said, breaking the silence.

"What? Wow, you bothered him that bad?" Sunghoon said.

"Oh my god, is she going to get fired?" Yunjin added. "Before me?"

You rolled your eyes, pulling out a chair to sit down, your energy was at a complete low. Your attention snapping to Jaehyun, who was chewing his fried chicken loudly.

"Can you close your mouth when you eat asshat?!" you snapped.

"Jesus—alright, alright." he said putting his wing down.

"Y/N, I don't want to say I told you so, but I really want to." Chaeryeong whined, flailing your arm around. You glared at her, but nod to give her permission. You definitely deserved it.

"I told you so." she whispered, which earned her Chaewon's shaking head in disapproval. "What? It felt good, if anyone's wondering."

“I think I can go convince him not to report you." Sakura spoke up.

You shot your head up to Sakura. "Wait, seriously? Oh my god, you're a genius—a mentee has to practically obey their mentor. Thank you so much Kkura, you're seriously the best."

She lightly laughed. "I mean, I'll try. I don't know if it'll actually work."

You blowed her kiss, mouthing a thank you, pouting at how cool she is.

"So, when exactly are you guys going to makeout?"

And, the moment was ruined.

You flipped off Jaehyun, to which he responded with sticking out his tongue immaturely. But then that reminded you of the reason you came here in the first place and your face soured.

"Wait, how did you guys know about the bet? I mean, it wasn't technically a bet—how did you guys know?"

Chaewon spoke up this time. "You told us. At the diner a few weeks ago. You don't remember?"

You shook your head, brows knitted as you slowly tried to recollect the memory.

"God, you must've been really wasted."

In conclusion, you caused your own downfall.

For the rest of the week, you tiptoed around your manager. Especially after Sakura informed you that Soobin wasn't budging. You don't know what you thought it would do, Mr. Geuk was known to be spineless, he wouldn't fight for you to stay if HR determined that you had to leave. But you weren't in the position to risk anything, so you really tried to suck it up.

Mr. Geuk was easy, but exhausting to please. Another week went by, and every minute felt like you would be called up to his office and told about your termination. So, you went back to the break room, to prepare a plate of tea and a sandwich—you truly were a slave at this point on.

When you walked to approach his office, the tray in your hands, you heard yelling. Then immediately, the door burst open with Soobin coming out. He gave you a quick glare, but then went on to ignore you. When you saw him go, you hesitantly walked in the office.

"Mr. Geuk? I prepared you some food, I know the job gets hard." you said smiling, putting the tray on the small coffee table.

"Ah, thank you. You didn't have to, but thank you." he said smiling to you.

You walked over to his desk slowly. "What happened with Soobin?"

He sighed. "I really thought I'd get another you, but I think now I've just come to appreciate your skills a lot more." you raised a brow, waiting for him to continue. "He's a horrible salesman!" he yelled throwing his hand up.

"Way worse than Chaewon. He's driving all our clients away!"

"Ah..." you said quietly. "Are you thinking of... firing him?" you asked with a glint of hope. It was low of you, but if he was gone, that meant you weren't going to get fired. Of course that would make you attempt to bite away a smile.

"What? No! I mean, I wish! But we don't have the resources to go through another hiring process." he said, groaning as he spinned around in his chair. "Fuck, did you see that little brat? Stomping out when I gave him just a little more hours as punishment!"

You sighed. If the manager wasn't going to fire him, that meant Soobin was going to stay. You had to do something.

"Boss, don't scold him too much." you reluctantly mumbled.

"Huh?" he sneered. He stopped spinning, facing you now.

"I mean, he's practically a rookie. I wasn't the best when I first started working here, you know? He just needs a little guiding, I promise. Just... lay off the hours." you bit your bottom lip, "Pretty please?" you clasped your hands together, pouting.

He exhaled, shoo'ing you away. "Alright, alright, I'm trusting you. Go back to work."

You nodded, a smile forming at the ends of your lips as you exit the office.

You looked to find Soobin, but he wasn't at his desk. So, you tried the next best thing.

The printing room.

"What are you doing?"

Soobin was, once again, hunched over the printer. This time, poking the inside of it with a pen. When he turned his head to see you, he rolled his eyes, ignoring your question.

"That's a lot of attitude for someone who's bad at their job." you blurted.

"The manager told you." he concluded, sighing. You nodded, your arms folded, smugness overtaking your pose.

"I'm trying to fix the printer." he said, turning back to it.

"With a pen?" you asked in disbelief. "Hey, if you're doing this to impress Mr. Geuk, don't, it won't work."

"What? Seriously? So, what will? I can't get stuck with unpaid overtime this week." you didn't respond, choosing to stay silent, to which he responded to with a groan. "Look, I'll—I'll drop the HR complaint. Just tell me how to get the manager off my back, you're clearly on his good side."

You bright up, walking over to him now. "We should make a deal first."

He cocked his head to the side when you snatched the pen from his hand and took a sheet of paper from the printer. "A peace treaty, let's make a peace treaty." you corrected yourself, writing the title Soobin & Y/N peace treaty.

"Also, permission to call you Soobin?" you asked tilting your head, still holding the smug smile.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." he mumbled.

All there is to say, was that once again, you managed to dig yourself out of your own hole — successfully.

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itgirlgyu · 11 months

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hues of butterfly | choi soobin.

✿ˊ- soobin x fem!reader.

...... ৴.GENRE: drabble! reincarnation! au, soulmate! au, angst.

١ word彡count—0846!

warnings! deals with past lives. there's mention of physical scars on soobin. ִֶָ ₍ ! ₎ this is part of a miniseries based on reincarnation! read the taehyun one here!

there are linen moments made of ephemeral fragments of hope when soobin catches a glimpse of himself—in the reflection of windows in the corner store, into the puddles made from storm born nights, and he sees the pale existence of himself: lifeless with no hint of colour and a timer above his head. each second counting closer to the days when spring would finally blossom into his faded world. the fateful day he's supposed to meet the person who'd fill his black and white being with hues of unknown.

perhaps you weren't aware of soobin, the man who waited for you each day as the clock ticked by matching to the sound of his quickening heartbeat. your world was already vivid; your smile reflected the contentment of the striking nature of flowers.

soobin spent each night wishing upon the shy shooting stars for time to pass on faster, so you'd come to him. like a butterfly, with a myriad of colours tucked away into your hands. bleeding from your fingertips to his despondent sight.

but what if you were aware of him? what if you too were looking at the same sky as him, praying to the same stars to move a little bit faster so time would disappear sooner, and you'd come face to face with the person who you were fated to save.

did you care about him? did you feel sad for him? did you know him? do you remember him? would he remember all of it if you appeared before him? if you touched him? would all the memories rush in? were you meant to love each other once again? when it caused you so much pain and grief in all the lives you spent trying to love each other; falling for each other again, and again, with each life carrying a burden of a love laced with a curse so noxious that it had you two bleeding each time you two crossed paths.

soobin wonders why he only distinctly remembers the serenity, when the ghosts of the cuts etched into mortal flesh and bones burned each night? prayers falling from his lips, begging his lord to be the only one to carry the torment of it all so your skin remained scarless.

and when the morning comes, soobin promises himself not to let himself fall for your and your shine. if love without despair was never an option, he'd rather not fall in love at all.

but how could he not when you appear in front of him…

the time above his head blinking in red, reminding of what was about to happen. the greying world surrounding him suddenly brightened with each step he took.

soobin could hear the beats of his heart, his footsteps matching it. he was about to meet you. he wondered if you really remembered him? he hoped you didn't.

soobin noticed the colour of the sky, the sunlight streaming from the canopy of ivory clouds, breathing life into the pinks of his palms.

soobin was so close to you; his eyes was screening across the crowd of so many people, frolicking in the embrace of so many shades, he wondered which one were you? would he recognize you first? what would he say?

soobin's train of thoughts is cut short when a younger woman's shoulder brushes against his own—their hands briefly touching, but when he looks over to inspect who it was, and to apologise, all he met was with her back. his eyes falling onto the side of his palm where the woman had touched, and noticed a bit of orange smeared onto the expanse of his exposed skin, staining him with a hue he had never seen before, yet the familiarity sinking deep into his skin.

he met you—he finally met you.

all the decision he had taken up until now incinerated itself into ashes, blowing into the wind as he took his first step closer to you. breaking through the wind of spring, he approached you, going against every single one of his oaths up until that moment. if love is despair, he'd learn to love the anguish.

soobin quickened his pace, his hair blowing wind as his feet took longer strides to go to you faster. despite all these years of waiting to see the world in all of its vivid shade, he couldn't bear through the mere moments of seeing you once again.

soobin couldn't tell when his strides had turned into running as he fell onto his knees before your back—you had stopped as well, just seconds away from turning around and meeting the person you had spent each one of lives loving, and loving until death separated you, only to wait till your next reunion.

"i-" soobin stopped himself when he saw you. tears welled up on your eyes as you looked at him through what could only be explained as unbridled affection.

soobin lets out a sigh of relief, as tears he didn't know he had held, escapes through the corner of his eyes.

"you remember me."

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winteringdream · 2 years

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wait, i think this is what love is ...

g. fluff p. soobin x gn!reader n. soobin u cutie

the first time soobin realised you weren't just a friend was when he was walking towards the bus stop. his mind wandering off to the morning he knocked on your door.

it was early, he was earlier than usual. for some reason he was just excited to see you.

"huh? soobin? you're early," you had said, trying to fix your messed up hair. "i just came downstairs to eat breakfast."

soobin couldn't speak properly for a split second in that moment. he had never seen you like this. messy, but still cute. you weren't exactly not messy when he met up with you, but he was just surprised.

"come in, and just wait here." you had told him. soobin plopped down on the couch as he watched you inhale a piece of toast.

soobin sighed loudly, sitting down as he waits for the bus. how could he fall in love just like that? it wasn't even something like kdrama's where the main lead has this dramatic realisation. no, it was just him sitting on a bench realising he was thinking just a little bit too much about you.

smiling when he thinks about your surprised face when you opened the door. his heart beating faster whenever your name is mentioned in a conversation. just being around you was enough to make him feel like he was about to faint.

soobin shook his head to stop himself from thinking about you. if only you knew what you were doing to him.

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uwuheeseungie · 1 year

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03:41 am !

bf!soobin takes you out and does something that’ll change your relationship forever. ft. rest of txt

warnings: mentions of kissing, a bit of consumption of alcohol, and usage of the pet name “babe”, my attempt at humor 💀

inspired by this video, it was too cute 😭

wc: 961, hope it wasn’t too much 😅

“Hey babe, you ready to go?” Soobin asks as he grabs his phone out of his pocket, looking at the time. He was getting kind of impatient, you happen to notice. “Yeah, almost ready. Just fixing a few things,” you responded back from the bathroom. “What’s the big hurry? Thought the reservation was at 7?” you questioned him, staring at yourself in the mirror, not like he can see you anyways. Not getting a response back, you sigh as you continue to do whatever you were doing.

It was 6:30 pm and Soobin made a dinner reservation at this rather expensive restaurant, you might add, at 7 pm. Finally finishing the last minute touchups on your outfit and makeup, you come out of the bathroom. An audible gasp escapes Soobin’s lips.

“Wow… So gorgeous. So stunning.” he exclaimed, coming toward you. You look at him, blushing. He comes to hug and kiss you. Everywhere. On the forehead, on your head/hair, neck, and finally where you wanted him, on the lips. The kiss was passionate and sincere. You giggle, trying to push him away. He whispers “I love you” in your ear once he got close once again.

“Alright, lover boy. Isn’t not time for us to go?” you giggle again, “And yes Bin, I love you too,” you say as you kissed him on the cheek. Soobin was wearing a nice suit, very causal really. He was wearing a suit jacket with dress pants to match, he looked very handsome, you thought.

Grabbing your hand, he whisks you away to the car. Arriving to the said expensive restaurant, you question how can he afford such a place. “Oh, a friend of mine just so happens to owe me a favor and hooked us up,” he gleams happily. Being the gentleman he is, he pays for the valet, quickly gets out of the driver’s side and opens the passenger door, you quickly whisper a ‘thank you’ and kiss him on the cheek.

Holding hand and hand, you enter the restaurant. “Hi, a table for two?” the host asks with a smile. “Yes, we have a table in the far back? under the name Choi,” Soobin speaks. “Ah, right this way, sir, please follow me,” the host grabs two menus before turning around and motions for you to follow him. He brings you to this beautifully decorated table, adorned in a beautiful flowery centerpiece and two small circle-like candles on both ends. This surprises you, making you gasp and clutch Soobin’s arm, staring at him. You hit him lightly on the arm.

“Ouch,” he yelped softly, rubbing his arm. You hit him again. “You planned all this, didn’t you?” you narrow your eyes at him, suspiciously. He chuckles, nodding. “Yes, I did,” he says confidently, “I can’t take my partner out on a romantic date?”

A waiter who happens to be look very familiar comes to take your order. “What can I start this lovely couple with tonight?” You knew who’s voice that was immediately. You spun your head so fast, you thought your neck would hurt. “Yeonjun?!”

“Yeonjun? Who’s that?” he asks sheepishly. “Yeonjun, I know it’s you,” you deadpanned, looking straight at him. “Oh…Hi __, how ya been?” he laughs nervously.

“I’m just not gonna question anything,” you sigh, slapping your head, shaking it. “I’ve been good, and you?” you smile. He was nice to you, he became a good friend to you ever since he met you. Must be Taehyun and Beomgyu’s doing. Why was he waitering is behind you. “I’m doing good. The guys are doing good. They miss you a lot,” he replies. He gives you both a smile. “Aw, I miss them too. I hope I get to see them again soon,”

“Oh, you will,” he mutters, not loud enough for you to hear, thank god.

“I’ll just have a parmesan pasta with mushrooms, please. And a glass of champagne as well,” you say, handing him the menu. Soobin says the same thing. “Alright, it’ll be out soon,” he grabs the menu from your hands, and as he walks off, he gives you a wink.

Once he walks away, you talk to your boyfriend, asking him all sorts of questions and whisper-yelling.

The food finally comes and taking a small sip of your drink, is when you notice something. There’s no one here. You haven’t notice before because Soobin was practically dragging you away toward the table.

Then came something bizarre. All of your friends come out from the kitchen, carrying balloons and a small cake. Which in turn makes you cry. Taehyun being the closest to you, grabs a napkin out of nowhere and wipes your tears, as Kai and Beomgyu try their best to comfort you.

Yeonjun places the cake down on the table. It reads “Will you marry me?” on top. You gasp loudly which in turn makes you cry even more. When hands cover your eyes, another pair gently picks you up off the chair to place you into another one. Removing his hands, Beomgyu goes to stand behind you. You look down. There were rose petals, scattered across the floor, and you look a little farther to see Soobin on his knees, with a box. You start to bawl again, standing up to walk to hm.

You gasp for the umpteenth time tonight, covering your mouth in surprise once more. Your beautiful smile crept up on you which made Soobin cry as he holds your hands in his. “__, you make me the happiest person on earth. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you do me the honor of being my partner forever and ever. Will you marry me?” he asks through tearful eyes and a trembling voice. You immediately nod your head yes, Soobin picking you up in a huge hug as your friends cheer on. As you sets you down, you kiss him deeply, him holding your head in his hands as he breaks the kiss to put the ring on your finger.

“I love you, Soobin,”

“I love you too, my love,”

a/n: ahh i can’t believe i made this. i really really hoped you enjoyed this! this was really fun to do as i am still up lol (it’s almost like 4 in the morning for me) i appreciate you my lovelies <3 and thank you thank you for reading!

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