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tuesday, zhang hao— string ensemble

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here. ⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.8k ⋆˙⟡ reader: femme afab (listed first, she/her are used a couple times) // gender neutral (alternate version listed second, no pronouns used at all to describe reader— scroll down) ⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated. ⋆˙⟡ tuesday summary: happy tuesday, you know what that means: two straight hours of wind ensemble. and it's made even more enjoyable by first chair, zhang hao, chewing you out for every mistake you make. he's been quiet today though. it's making your skin crawl. can you manage to get out unscathed?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. dub-con. bullying. stuck up, tattletale hao. this is a doozy. you'll be glad we took it easy monday. smut in gn and fem versions are substantially different due to logistics/circumstance. also i clearly know nothing about playing the violin so just 🤓☝️ pipe down over there, k? ily. actually would love to hear real violinists thoughts on this so hmu. ⋆˙⟡ bully scale: ★★★☆☆ (3.5)

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: foreign object and finger insertion (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), dub-con: hao doesn't have consent before sexually touching reader but reader is turned on by it, cum play, bullying.

DO NOT PUT ROSIN UP YOUR HOO HA YA DINGUS!! purely for entertainment purposes, this fic exists in a world where there aren't consequences for that okay? DON'T. I REPEAT DON'T. DO THIS IRL. okay thank you, love you.

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you take a deep breath, bouncing nervously on the balls of your feet at the south campus entrance. you’d barely gotten any sleep last night after your encounter with jiwoong, too busy tossing and turning as you pictured the dirty looks you’d be getting all over campus the next day. but as you walk across the main courtyard to the music building this afternoon, you’re surprised and elated to hear no frantic whispers in response to your presence.

had jiwoong really kept what happened yesterday a secret? you find it hard to believe he’d want to protect your reputation and mental well-being. still, the proof was in the pudding and, so far, the pudding seemed entirely unaware of who you are. just how you like it.

on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

as you enter the orchestra room, you spot that force immediately— already seated and delicately coating the hairs of his bow with the lifetime supply of premium rosin he’d won for first place violinist at the chinese international music competition three years ago. you know this fact because he never lets you forget it.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black music chair, smoothing your skirt so that it doesn’t ride up while you play. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

he doesn’t even look at you. and though you already intended to fix the problem without his prompting, you place your violin back in its case and start to fish around in the velvet compartments for some rosin. when you come up empty, you start to panic.

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides her lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

you couldn’t argue with that. it was the truth. but your little incident with jiwoong had preoccupied you and suddenly every perfectionist task you routinely performed seemed... obsolete. how could you let him get to you like this?

and why did it still feel so good?

professor ahn taps her baton again, signaling for everyone to turn to the first page of your spring concert repertoire. you swallow nervously, opening your sheet music booklet to tippett’s fantasia concertante on a theme of corelli. it’s an extremely difficult piece that an outstanding violinist struggles to play on a good day. and you would be playing it with your bow in a noticeably poor condition.

you stumble through the piece as quietly as possible, cringing when the sound your instrument produces is less than satisfactory. though your ensemble is still learning the song, others’ mistakes aren’t enough to hide the strange performance coming from the second-chair violinist.

“zhang hao-sshi,” professor ahn suddenly calls. the boy to your left looks up at her in attention, causing your heart to sink to your stomach. “who is responsible for that unsatisfactory sound?”

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happened during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

there was a reason professor ahn held such distaste for you and your craft and that reason was zhang hao. each and every rehearsal, your professor would ask the first chair to list any mistakes he’d heard from your section and he apparently only ever noticed yours. you’d sit there, cheeks heating up with embarrassment as hao described every error you made in great detail that day— professor ahn taking note and deducting points from your rehearsal grade as she saw fit.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

but his gaze returns to his sheet music, pencil floating across the paper as he quietly adds annotations. you’re honestly freaked out. had he hit his head? had the difficulty of the piece actually thrown him that much?

rehearsal ends shortly thereafter and you stay in your chair, silently tending to your violin next to hao. you’re both usually the last to leave, but hao always makes it a point to stay just a few seconds longer than you. just to prove something.

after your instrument is safely back in its case, you stand up and make your way over to the instrument storage closet. you find your cubby, pulling out your key and unlocking your unit so you can leave your violin there for the remainder of your classes this afternoon.

as you place your violin case gently inside and lock your cubby, the unexpected sound of footsteps behind you makes you freeze in place. slowly, you turn around to find hao standing in the doorway of the storage closet.

weird. hao would never undermine his unparalleled musicianship by keeping his violin in a public storage unit. he sets his case down next to him, crossing his arms and leaning on the left side of the door frame.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

“what do you mean, for what?” hao spits, eyes narrowing angrily. “i didn’t tell professor ahn about any of the mistakes you made today. and i don’t know if you noticed, but you made a fuck ton.”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

“oh,” you reply, tilting your head in surprise. you swallow the urge to tell him that kindness in demand of a thank you is not exactly kindness and instead, just nod. “yeah. thank you. i guess.”

it must be some weird power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

“honestly, you’re kind of making me uncomfortable,” you reply, ducking under his arm and walking back out into the orchestra room. “so if my lack of gratitude means you’re going to go back to humiliating me in front of the entire string ensemble every day... i guess i’ll just have to continue living with it.”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

clearly you’ve just hallucinated. you’re so stressed from yesterday’s events that you’ve started hearing things. or maybe you’re still asleep in your bed at home. or maybe you’re dead. because there’s no way hao would ever give you his beloved rosin.

“let me just get it out of my case,” he says, bending down to the ground and opening up his very expensive violin case. you walk over to him slowly, partly because you don’t believe him and partly because you’re starting to worry something is terribly wrong with him.

“hao, are... are you feeling okay?” you ask, stepping back into the storage closet and watching as he pulls out a fresh cake of premium rosin. it’s a box-shape with rounded edges and no plastic holder, the golden-brown hardened sap shining beautifully even in the dim light of the storage closet.

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

“i don’t see why you’d give this to me without a price,” you elaborate skeptically. “you don’t like me. you’re actively mean to me actually. it doesn’t make sense that you’d give me something you value without asking for anything in return. i mean, you couldn’t even randomly choose to cover for me during rehearsal without demanding a thank you after.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“we have a deal,” hao affirms with a stupid, perfect smirk. he closes the gap between you, holding out the rosin in his palm. when you try to take it from him, he retracts his hand. “i’ll take the thank you first actually.”

“sure,” you agree, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... i think you could use some rosin.”

“what do you—” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and a sudden draft hits your heat as your panties are shoved to the side beneath your skirt. the air leaves your lungs as long, thin fingers dip through your folds and squeeze something cold and smooth inside of you.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “i think that might help your tone.”

“y-you... did you...” you stammer as you gawk at the boy in front of you. your cheeks are beet red at the violation of your sex. you’re in such shock that all you can whisper is, “you can’t put that in... there.”

“an instrument should be well cared for,” he challenges, sinking to his knees and running his hands up and down your bare thighs. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved a foreign object up you without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he backs you against the wall of storage units exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. you step out of them without a word. he lifts your right leg over his shoulder, bringing your cunt closer to his face as he holds your hips steady.

he licks a stripe starting just above your opening to your clit as if he wants to taste every inch of you. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his fingers grip into your hips. “definitely needs more rosin.”

he dives back in, lapping at your cunt— tongue flicking your bundle of nerves as your arousal builds. you must’ve fallen into an alternate dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips but all of your worries aren’t eased just yet.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, starting to feel a bit dizzy. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects in between sloppy traces of his tongue. “the average internal temperature of a vagina is 37.5 degrees.”

“but—”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao ridicules, biting gently at your clit. you throw your head back at the sensation as he increases the pressure of his tongue against you. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

“hao,” you beg, his slander just adding to the pleasure you’re feeling as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. he parts your entrance with his fingers, the cake of rosin slipping out into his palm with a crude, wet smack. you both stare at the golden brown block, still perfectly intact but now dripping in your arousal. he drags it down the inside of your thighs, mesmerized by the trail of glistening honey it leaves on your skin. “mm, coated perfectly now.”

he drops the rosin on the floor next to you, replacing the empty space in your pussy with his ring and middle fingers. you gasp at the stretch, clenching involuntarily around him.

“i think you’re ready to play,” hao decides, curling his fingers up inside of you against your front wall and pressing on your clit with his thumb. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

you do as he says, moaning as the pads of his fingers press into your sweet spot again. with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking at your sensitive bud with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of his finger-fucking. it’s all too much for you to handle, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

you can barely hold yourself up, clinging to the shelves on either side of you as hao works you through your high. your breathing returning to normal, he looks up at you as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy— lips pink and glistening with your juices.

he removes your right leg from around his shoulder, eyes locked with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“yeah, sure,” hao replies dismissively. after making such a big deal about a thank you, it figures he’d pretend he never cared in the first place. “clean off that rosin and use it next week or i’ll tell professor ahn you stole it from me.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

he just shrugs, walking over to the door and picking up his violin case. unlocking the door and pushing it open, he takes a few steps out the door before suddenly stopping in his tracks. he turns over his shoulder to look at you. “i almost forgot to ask...”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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gender neutral version below

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: hand/oral (reader receiving), throat fucking with fingers (reader receiving), dubcon: hao does not have consent before inserting fingers into reader's mouth, reader is turned on by this, cum play, bullying.

IF YOU WANT TO COVER YOUR ROSIN IN CUM, YOU CAN I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU but from everything i've read in research for this fic, it will ruin it so maybe don't. up to you tho, babe. love you.

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on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black chair, propping your sheet music booklet up onto your music stand. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides your lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

and why did it still feel so good?

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happens during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

it must be some weird, new power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“sure,” you agree with a sigh, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... maybe your bow needs some rosin.”

“you already know it does! what are you even talking—,” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and two long, thin fingers are pushed inside of your mouth.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “a thorough coat to get that perfect sound.”

he cups your jaw with his free hand as he shoves his fingers further into your mouth. you gag slightly as he approaches the back of your throat, your cheeks turning beet red at the violation of your body.

“an instrument should be well cared for,” hao says as he removes his fingers from your lips, unbuttoning your jeans as he guides you to sit down in a black music chair. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved his fingers down your throat without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he sinks down between your legs exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your jeans, tugging at them until you finally lift your hips up wordlessly. he discards your underwear next, chuckling sardonically at your continued state of silence.

his lubricated fingers ghost over you, leaving a trail of your own saliva up and down your sex. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his free hand grips your thigh— fingers digging into the soft flesh. “definitely needs more rosin.”

hao pulls your hips closer to him, taking you into his mouth— swirling and sucking at your heat with his tongue. you must’ve fallen into another dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips.

“hao,” you beg, pleasure building as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. “maybe you can even learn something from how i’m playing you. everyone would appreciate that, huh?”

the patronizing insult makes you throb, another whimper falling out of you. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to you, sucking at your most sensitive part with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of hand. it’s all too much for you to handle, your core beginning to spasm.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

hao pulls out the cake of rosin from his back pocket as he works you through your high, bringing it between your legs and covering it in your release. your breathing slowly returning to normal,he runs the sticky rosin down each of your inner thighs.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, both hypnotized and concerned. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects as he coats the rosin in more of your fluids. “your body temperature is 37 degrees.”

“but—.”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao baits, licking up the last remnants of your orgasm for himself. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

his eyes lock with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare up at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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kkongdakz · 10 months

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“ LIPSTICK ALL OVER. ” ft. ot9

summary : you're bored, what can you do when scrolling through tiktok isn't entertaining enough? why not reproduce the famous lipstick trend with your boyfriend (or best friend) ?

ot9 x gn!reader, genre : mostly fluff, warning : suggestive for some of them (legal line only!!), one swear word, wc : 3,702

it's been a long time since you bought yourself a new lipstick, so today you decided to treat yourself and buy a new one — which you instantly wanted to try out. applying the cosmetic to your lips before entering your apartment, you were not surprised to find jiwoong sitting on the living room sofa. « hi baby, » he says, watching you out of the corner of his eye, as you kick off your shoes and approach him, « how was your day? » his hand grasped yours, drawing you to his side until he finally looked up at you. his loving eyes instantly fell on your pretty smile, but more importantly : on the shade decorating it. « oh, new lipstick? » nodding positively, you leaned in to place a butterfly kiss on his lips, your fingers innocently caressing the nape of jiwoong's neck. « yes, » you began, grabbing the tube from your bag and shaking it proudly in his face, « wanna try it? ». jiwoong nodded positively, his bright smile making you lose your mind. so you quickly grabbed your phone, showing him the tiktok's famous lipstick trend, while making it clear that you wanted to do the same thing with him. jiwoong accepted instantly and waited patiently for you to put lipstick again, before placing kisses here and there on his face. your arms around his neck, and your painted lips on his skin — jiwoong needed nothing more to be perfectly satisfied. stepping back a few centimetres to observe him, you nodded and smiled, perfectly satisfied with the end result. « okay nice, let's do it ! » positioning your phone correctly, you quickly launched the video, reproducing the exact same movements for a perfect end result. and in just one take, what you were trying to achieve was exactly as you imagined it. jumping up and down, you turned towards your boyfriend, thanking him for his help before kissing him tenderly as a well-deserved reward.

« hao are you busy? » you say as you enter the room where your boyfriend was, observing him sitting at the desk with his hands on his phone. « not really, why? » he says, raising his gaze to you, offering you the most tender of his smiles. approaching him, placing your hands against his thighs, you lean in innocently to place a kiss on his lips — light at first, more demonstrative later. his hands cling to your wrists as you pull away from him, gazing into his eyes. « would you film a tiktok with me? » leaning in a little more, you gently place butterfly kisses on his jaw, waiting patients for his reply. « which trend would you like to test this time? » finally finding his gaze in yours, a smile appeared on your lips as you straightened up, « you'll see ! » you said, walking to the bathroom to pick up a lipstick. after applying it properly to your lips, you hurried back to the bedroom, this time finding him sitting on the bed with your phone in his hands. « the lipstick one, right? » he said, patting the seat beside him, a smile on his face. nodding as you settled next to him, you instantly placed your first kiss on his cheek, « are you in? » hao nodded positively, his hand placed on your lower back to encourage you to continue. so you hurried on, marking his pale skin with a dozen lipstick marks — until you reaches his lips. his pupils juggled between your lips and eyes, before he leaned in to kiss you — but much more than expected, because all your lipstick had disappeared from your lips to his. in the end, it had all been for nothing : as the desire to kiss your boyfriend again and again was far more tempting than making a video.

the day was just beginning but you were already bored : lying on the bed in your shared bedroom, hanbin at your side, gently caressing your arm, you both stared into space, until an idea crossed your mind. suddenly straightening up, pivoting towards your boyfriend, your eyes found his and the questioning look in their hollows. « wanna do something? » hanbin tilted his head slightly to one side, trying to work out what had suddenly crossed your mind — without success. hesitantly, he nodded and agreed without asking for further details, simply following your silhouette as it moves briskly around the room. rummaging through your make-up drawer, you took out a lipstick and stood in front of the mirror, painting your lips a pretty shade of red. « let's do that tiktok lipstick trend, i want to try it. » the smile on your boyfriend's lips after your words was priceless. you knew he was adorable and awesome, but he was even more now. sliding down onto the mattress, hanbin pulled you against him, nodding positively, « sure. it'll be fun. » — and without waiting, your hands were on his shoulders, and your lips here and there on his skin. while you were busy making perfect lipstick marks, you didn't notice hanbin's tender smile and loving eyes on you, his hands tightening around you. pausing for a moment to observe him, a light smile took over your face. « red looks really good on you. » you say almost in a whisper, before your words are captured by your boyfriend's lips, kissing you tenderly. but the longer the kiss lasted, the tighter his arms tightened around you, the heavier the atmosphere became and the more you jerked your breaths. but suddenly you remembered : you haven't started the video. « oh damn, i forgot to turn on the video. » but hanbin cut you off, pressing his lips to yours once more. but really soon, the video was completely forgotten under the hot temperature of your kisses.

as a beauty youtuber, trying out new cosmetics was your daily routine. and what could be better for your channel than to have a special video with your boyfriend that your subscribers love? as much as you'd love to keep him a secret, just for you, you knew that the slightest hint of matthew on your videos would drive your loyal followers crazy. so this morning, with his agreement, you decided to shoot a video where you let him do your make-up from a to z. so after a few explanations under matthew's watchful eyes, you were now seated in front of your camera, his fingers working as meticulously as possible on your face. « am i doing it right? » looking at your reflection in the mirror next to you, you nodded without hiding your big, satisfied smile. « yes, you're a talented make-up artist my love. » only the camera noticed the slight shyness that crept over the tips of his ears after your words. while he's getting back to work on your face, you watched him for a long time : the shadow of his long eyelashes on his cheekbones, his tongue stuck to the edge of his mouth to show he was concentrating, and that pretty mole that made his face unique.. yes, you definitely understood why your subscribers were crazy about him. but feeling a slight jealousy crackle in your stomach, you had to find a way to show them he was all yours. « honey, would you do a tiktok with me? » concentrated on correctly applying the eyelighter to your cheeks and the tip of your nose, matthew nodded positively, « sure. which one? » sliding your fingers tenderly around his wrist, you stopped his movements to grab your phone. your make-up was really well done, and the only thing missing was a little lipstick. « this one. » you say, handing him your cell phone, while you were busy putting lipstick on your lips. without waiting for any answers, you made several lipstick marks here and there on his skin, while he didn't dare take his eyes off you. then you turned on your video, starting to record the tiktok by putting some extra lipstick on your lips clumsily, until his thumb came to erase the trace of lipstick protruding from your lips. swiveling the phone towards him, his eyes focused solely on your face, you leaned in to kiss him before the time was up, your eyes closing to enjoy the moment. hoping this will be enough to calm his hysterical fans — and partially remind them that he was your man.

it's just a normal class day, where you enjoy your lunch free time in an empty classroom with your best friend taerae right in front of you, the sunlight on your faces. as he scrolls on his phone, while you finish your plate of italian pasta, he suddenly raises his head, his gaze fixed on your face. blinking several times as you stop eating, you finally point your index finger at your face, « do i have something on my face? » but despite your question, taerae doesn't answer right away, a quizzical look on his face. just as you were about to ask the question again, the boy finally spoke up, « do you have lipstick in your bag? » — raising an eyebrow at his question, you think for a few seconds before confirming that yes, there is indeed a tube of lipstick in your bag. then he gets up and walks over to your desk, rummaging inside your school back to take out the cosmetic, before coming back to you and placing it next to your lunch box. « i want to do a tiktok with you, just put on the lipstick, i'll explain the rest. » — rolling your eyes as you finished your meal, you moved the box to one side before applying lipstick, looking at yourself on your phone screen. taerae watched you silently, nodding when you turned your gaze to him, looking for any sort of approval. the boy moved his chair to stand next to you, showing you the famous trend he wanted to make with you : the lipstick one. needless to say, you felt shy all of a sudden, your gaze meeting his just after viewing. it definitely wasn't the kind of video you were expecting. but you did as he asked, putting lipstick marks here and there on his sun-kissed skin, « you should do some on my jaw and neck too. » slightly hesitant, you reached out to place a kiss on his neck, not expecting to see one of your classmates enter. « what.. what are you guys doing? » as you camouflaged yourself against taerae's chest, he nonchalantly observed the student standing not far from you, answering in the most natural way possible, « we're just filming a tiktok. » you heard footsteps and right after, the student left the room, while your best friend gently tapped your shoulder, « want to try it again? »

« we're already late, and you want me to do what? » frowning incredulous at your boyfriend, you walked past him to your bed, grabbing the jacket you'd laid on top of it. ricky stepped towards you, grabbing your wrist to turn you to face him, « please, it will only take a few minutes. » rolling your eyes and sighing, you let your arms fall to your sides and stared into space for a few seconds. « how are we going to explain to your parents that we're late because you wanted to film a tiktok with me? » his hand slipped under your chin to force you to look at him in the eyes, facing his irresistible smirk. ricky didn't let you complain once more, as he carefully applied the lipstick to your lips himself — he looked so concentrated that you didn't have the heart to stop him. « what about now? » dropping your shoulders, you waited patiently for him to finish his masterpiece. guiding you to the large mirror in your bedroom, you watched your reflection and sighed : you couldn't say no to him, he had applied your make-up perfectly. « ugh, fine. » ricky grinned victoriously and pulled you against him, placing a kiss on your forehead before turning his cheek towards you. remembering the video, you stood on tiptoe to place lipstick marks here and there on his opaline skin, the red of your lips marrying perfectly with the latter. suddenly, he pulled you back, his hands firmly on your waist to guide you to your bed as sat down on the mattress, pulling you onto his lap. ricky's arms wrapped around your waist as he placed an innocent kiss on your jaw, « now you can kiss me without having to stand on tiptoe. » watching his face for a long time, your loving eyes locked on his wonderful smile, you moved your arms to hook them around his neck, frowning shortly afterwards. « how am i supposed to just kiss your face when you look like that? » your fingers grazing the nape of his neck sent a soft shiver down ricky's spine, before he shrugged, not knowing what you meant. « like what? » biting your lower lip, hesitant to answer, you finally place an umpteenth kiss on the corner of his lips, « like a fucking god. » a chuckle left your boyfriend's lips as he suddenly tightened his grip around you, brushing the tip of your nose with his. « what have i always told you? » he whispered, close to your lips, and for a second you pretended to think, « that you're tall and handsome? » rolling his eyes at your words, a giggle leaving your mouth, he shook his head negatively, prompting you to think about it again. and in a small voice, your hand moving to his jawline, you brushed his lips with yours, « that a princess is never late, it's the others who are always early. » ricky nodded in approval, shifting his gaze from your eyes to your lips for a brief second, « exact. so what are you waiting to kiss me? » — and that's how you arrived more than an hour late at your parents in-laws' house, and that video was never filmed.

« if i ask you to do the lipstick trend with me, would you be up for it? » looking up from your phone to see gyuvin's stunned face, he swiveled slowly towards you, swallowing the apple juice in his mouth with difficulty. the boy closed his bottle of juice, shrugging before turning his full attention to you, « i don't know, try? » — rolling your eyes at his answer, you approached your best friend, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to force him to look at you : what he did. « gyuvin, would you do a cool and cute tiktok trend with me? » although you could see the red coloring the skin of his ears, gyuvin nodded, giving you instant approval. you couldn't contain the radiant smile on your lips, rising instantly to reach into your bag and pull out a lipstick. while you were carefully applying it, gyuvin came up behind you and nodded positively, « nice color. it's going to look good on my skin. » rolling your eyes a second time (even though you had to admit he was right) you swiveled around and grabbed his wrist, pulling him to the edge of his bed. « stay still, i want the marks to be pretty. » he listened to you and didn't move — even though his heartbeat quickened as he felt your fingers grasp his chin and your lips rest on his jaw. one more kiss on his cheek, and another one on his cheekbone, his eyes following your every move. as you move away a little to look at his face, something had changed in his eyes : they were more attentive, attracted by something other than your own eyes. one of his large hands left the mattress to rest gently on your cheek, his thumb mechanically caressing your skin, « you've got lipstick on your teeth, » he whispered, but before you could feel some kind of shame creep into your muscles, he continued, plunging his tender gaze into yours, « i should take it off for you. » — you suddenly felt your own heart quicken in your chest, nodding to give him the green light. and in less time than it takes to say it, gyuvin's lips were against yours. his second hand slipped against your second cheek, holding your face in place to kiss you more passionately. well, he had to remove all the lipstick for good.

after a night out with your friends, all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and crawl under your sheets — but you guess gunwook didn't have the same ideas in mind. as you walked back into your empty house, your parents away for the weekend with friends and your cat probably out for a walk in the heat of the summer night, gunwook dropped onto your sofa, pulling you down with him. your head got stuck in his strong arms, despite your many attempts to untangle yourself. « park gunwook, let me go ! » your plaintive voice and gesticulations made the boy in your company laugh as he loosens his grip around you, but without letting you get away from him. suddenly, your best friend stared at your face, making you frown slightly as you asked him what was currently on his mind. « this lipstick looks good on you. » — your heart missed a beat, and in less time than it takes to say it, you found yourself in the kitchen swallowing a good glass of cold water at lightning speed. but you were soon joined by gunwook, who did the same as you while showing you something on his phone. « see this trend? i want to do it with you. » observing his screen attentively, you pretended not to know this famous trend when you had just saved it so that one day you could make your own. « what do i get in return? » you asked, returning to the living room to rummage through your bag and pull out the tube of lipstick you were currently wearing, « anything you want. » nodding in response, satisfied with his proposal, you applied lipstick to your lips again while looking at yourself in the mirror. then you approached him, placing a first kiss on the top of gunwook's right cheek, his cat-like eyes gazing innocently into yours. « deal. » and after that, it didn't take long for you to mark his skin with your kisses, and for him to shoot the video he so wanted to make with you. the tiktok was posted within seconds, before he turned his face towards you, a smile hanging on his face, « so.. what do you want? » — shrugging your shoulders before straightening up, getting close enough to whisper in his ear, the words you spoke made his heart beat at an unprecedented speed. « i want a kiss. a real one. » pulling your face away from his to observe his face tenderly, gunwook juggled his gaze between your eyes and your lips, slightly nervous about his next actions. but the boy plucked up courage and placed his hands against your cheeks, drawing your face to his to press his lips lovingly against yours.

lying upside down on your sofa, yujin lying parallel to you, his head on your stomach, the summer vacations had just begun. but against all odds, you were already getting bored — you had to find entertainment fast if you didn't want to die of boredom. suddenly, you thought of something you had seen a few minutes earlier : a tiktok trend involving lipstick that could be fun to make. turning your gaze towards your best friend, you looked at the screen of his phone, which showed that he was also scrolling on tiktok. « yujin, » without bothering to look up, he nodded slightly, encouraging you to keep talking, « let's do the lipstick trend. » — your sudden words caught his attention, as he raised an eyebrow to look at you. « i don't know what you're talking about. » the boy locked his phone as he straightened up, now sitting on the sofa, « you're a bad liar. i saw you on tiktok just a second ago. » raising his arms to the sky to stretch, yujin shakes his head negatively as you slip away to grab a lipstick from your bag, « yes, but it's mainly dance covers and anime stuffs. not that silly video where one person is covered in lipstick. » — but before he can realize his mistake, you're already at his side, reddish lipstick on your lips. his pupils are lost into yours, trying not to crack at the huge smile on your face, but when your hand innocently brushes his, he can do nothing but give in. « uh, okay. fine, let's do it. » a small scream of victory leaves your mouth as you approach him, placing a first kiss on his cheek. a red mark appears on his skin, and you seem perfectly satisfied with the result. yujin, on his part, tries to control the rapid beating of his heart, while his eyes never leave yours for a second. a kiss on his nose, another on the top of his cheekbone, another on his chin.. and your hand resting on his jaw to hold him in place suddenly seems less confident than before. there's a place where you'd like to leave a trace of lipstick, but is that a good idea? small steps should be taken first, so you bend down to leave a lipstick mark on the corner of yujin's mouth, your heart exploding in your chest as he places a brief kiss on your lips right after.

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loserlvrss · 3 months

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�� 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 ꒱ 章昊

summary : your boyfriend is denying he's sick, until he can't anymore

genre : cringely sweet fluff, hao x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : pet names, mentions of being sick, pouty hao author notes : not even i can resist princess hao, im not the strongest soldier word count : 1.2k

you approached the man in the kitchen, he was making a tea you could smell from where you happen to be studying. lucky for you, hao knew you well enough that he had two mugs set out on the counter top. he was bobbing the bag as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his front gently.

“oh, hi!” he said after coming down from being startled. hao let go of the string, and turned around so now you were leaning against him leaning against the cool marble. you kissed the nape of his neck, “i was just about to bring this to you, how’s studying?”

“why’d i ever take environmental chemistry and biology.”

“because you’re a woman in stem!” he explained adamantly, “my woman in stem.”

you rolled your eyes, noticing the puffiness under his — that wasn’t usually there. you also spotted a light tint to his cheeks, it being darker on his nose. your eyebrows creased as you began connecting the dots.

you hadn’t noticed when he briefly came to say hello shortly after showing up to your apartment. and even if you noticed then, you would’ve brushed it off as him just being out in the cold. but now that you were up close and personal, you couldn’t only feel his warmth, but see it splotching his skin.

“hao…” you trailed off, backing off him, and leaning back to island, “why are you making tea? you don’t even like it that much. are you sick?”

he found it strangely odd that you could see through him so well, when his members were almost none-the-wiser to it earlier. he thought he was playing the roll of being healthy exceptionally, not even sniffling though he felt the crushing need to.

you watched as your boyfriend didn’t twitch, didn’t even flinch and definitely didn’t look guilty, but still you knew something was up. so you pressed on, quickly bringing a hand to his forehead — to which he almost instantly tried to dodge — your tell that he was lying through his teeth.

he caught your wrist, “y/n, i’m fine. really, it’s nothing. i just thought tea sounded good, and you just got a new one.” your eyes burned into him, “you know i like whatever you like.”

“yeah, but…” you gave him one last look, him dropping your hand in the meantime, “are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“yes.” he replied simply, “i’m okay, really, y/n. you worry too much. maybe you should’ve been a pre-med student instead.”

“oh, absolutely not.” you laughed, taking the mug he was holding out towards you, “i’d have no time to see you.”

“wow, you really love me, huh?”

you took a sip, mint and ginger lacing your tastebuds. you hummed in approval, wrapping your other hand around the warm ceramic.

“yes, which is why i’m not convinced you’re not sick.” he scoffed, turning his head to the side in disbelief; but he knew you were beyond stubborn when it came to him. “but, i’ll let it go, only until you can’t deny it anymore.”

you left him in the kitchen, going back to your spilled out notebooks and pens. you glanced at the laptop, groaning when you remembered what you were just in the middle of. you cursed whoever decided that equations needed to be used wherever possible outside of math, and gently set the mug against the wood. you put the back of your hand to your forehead, dragging it down to your cheek — just to compare what you briefly felt against hao’s skin. and what you found convinced you that he was sick and in denial about it.

however, you couldn’t figure out why. was he afraid to be in a vulnerable state around you? no, you’ve seen him in more compromising situations. so, was he just being stubborn? was he just trying to play it off because you had noticed when he was playing his role oh so well? you knew him better than that, and he definitely knew that too.

you took a breath, clearing your mind of worry and picking up the black pen that seconds ago laid lifeless. if he needed you, he’d say so, wouldn’t he? you promised you’d just have to wait and find out — and you knew soon enough that you would find out just how bad his sickness would get.

just then, a loud sneeze rang out against the silence, a groan following, though you couldn’t tell if it was because he was annoyed, or if the intensity actually hurt him.

“ha!” you shot up, “i knew it. i know him better than that. he thought he could —“ you boasted, until another sneeze met your ears and your eyebrows (once again) came together. you turned briefly to put your pen back down, blinking a couple times when you saw hao standing against the doorframe.

he was pouting, and honestly, even though you knew he wasn’t feeling well, it was satisfying being right — call it your toxic trait but you had to bite back saying i told you so.

just as quickly as you got yourself to calm down, your concern came back, “baby, are you okay?” you reached out for him, and he complied, accepting you against him. he sniffled again, holding you tighter. “baby, why didn’t you just say you were sick. you know i would’ve taken care of you.”

“can you do it now?”

you nodded, “of course, love. let’s get you to bed.”

you took his hand and led him a couple feet to your neatly made bed. you undid the sheets, pushing him to sit down. he was still slightly pouting his lip out up at you, and you fought the urge to ruffle his hair, instead opting for a gentle kiss against his forehead. he wasn’t normally like this, but whenever he was, you both seemed to milk it dry. he laid down and tucked him in playfully, earning a small laugh.

“i’ll be right back, im going to grab you some medicine, okay?”

he nodded, burying himself further into your dense blankets. but before you went, you finally were allowed to check his temperate against your own; it being exactly what you suspected, a fever. after, you ventured to the kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets until you found the flu medicine you bought at the beginning of winter, thanking your slightly-younger self for somehow predicting its need.

you came back, and hao instantly sat up. you started insisting through protests, but after he took the medicine from you, he complied, hermitting back under the covers.

“y/n?” he asked, “are you done studying yet?”

you debated for a second, only realizing that you were as ready as you’d ever be — considering this is going on your second week straight of nothing but chem and bio practice tests.

before you had the chance to answer, he lifted the cover for you to join him under. you ran to hit the light switch, coming back and climbing into the bed with your boyfriend. you snuggled against his chest, listening to his regulated heartbeat and breaths. and before you knew it, he was fast asleep.

you just hoped that he would be better once he woke up.

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jaes1lvr · 6 months

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∿　　a fallen a n g e l　　 ⿻ 　　　 . ⁺　　 𐙚

　 ∿　　@haevrrs 　　 ⿻ 　　　 . ⁺　　 𐙚

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ivrousae · 5 months

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📲 DING! You just got a text from - ZHANG HAO

Boyfriend text

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of make up and food, mentions of cheating (as a joke), pet names, mentions of drinking, and reader getting drunk, tell me if i miss any!!

#zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zb1 scenarios #zb1 #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #text imagines #zhanghao zb1 #zb1 zhang hao #zhang hao #zb1 hao #boyfriend #zb1 smau

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prettywon · 5 months

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8:34am

pairing ✦ nonidol!librarian!ricky x gn!librarian!reader

in which ✦ every time ricky sees you he offers you his jacket, and every time you say no. what started as a courtesy suddenly changes his entire perspective of you when you finally say yes to his offer.

word count ✦ 0.4k

warnings ✦ none not proof read

genre ✦ fluff

You hated winter. Everything about it aggravated you. Your skin drying up, not being able to comfortably drink iced coffee, and your beloved cute summer clothes being packed away. In fact, nearly your entire wardrobe was composed of summer clothes. You had this horrible habit of dressing inappropriately for the weather. It's smoldering the day you wear a jacket, but the one day you don't it's freezing.

It was no different today, as you entered the calm library you were practically frozen. You hated winter. The weather proved to be a painful reminder as you headed to the back to be met with Ricky, a co-worker of yours you'd even dare to call your friend.

"Morning" You muttered, rubbing your eyes as you put down your stuff. "Tough commute?" Ricky asked, checking in new books.

"I guess you could say that..." You glanced at the work that needed to be done. You took a few strides to the stack of books that needed to return to the shelves, it wasn't your favorite task but alphabetizing stuff sure did eat up time.

"Here, take my jacket" The usual banter of the morning didn't sound as lighthearted as it did in the past. It had started when Ricky offered you his jacket, which you hastily declined, excusing yourself as "too poor" to wear such attire. The cycle continued, even when Ricky didn't have a jacket to offer.

It took you awhile to figure out what was different. He didn't ask, he had told you to take his jacket. Ricky probably didn't notice, but you sure as hell did. "Uhm, sure" You cleared your throat, pursing your lips together. Why was this so awkward? Ricky took off his jacket before handing it to you, and he clearly thought nothing of it.

And this was true, until Ricky caught himself watching you shuffle around the library, the sleeves of his jacket hugging your shoulders. He stared in admiration, watching you work as he felt his heart jump to his throat. He felt weird. His ears burned, his hands felt clammy, and he found it impossible to erase the image if you in his clothing from his mind.

His mind wandered. What would it be like to hold your hand? To see you in his jacket everyday? To openly love you? He cleared his throat, forcing himself back into work as he picked up the next booked to be checked back in. He glanced at the cover. A love story. How cliche could this day get?

As much as he made light of the situation, he knew he was in too deep. And God did he pray that you forgot your jacket tomorrow too.

xin's post it!

testing the zb1 waters... mainly bcuz I have a huge gunwook oneshot in the works atm + not going to tag my perm taglist bcuz they're all interested in enhypen im pretty sure erm.. I remember I tried branching out to txt and I didn't make it far LOLL I'm an enhypen writer at heart but zb1 r my ults too so 😢

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taeraemisu · 8 months

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home ; hao zb1

synopsis ; reader constantly had to move when they were younger, so no place ever felt like home to them. even their childhood home felt foreign. but they have only ever considered one place truly home and that is right in hao’s arms.

genre ; angst, the scariness of growing up, homesickness, small mention of death, reader and hao knew each other as kids but fell apart

pairings ; hao x reader

word count ; 2.2k words

you looked over your room. the falling off posters, the scattered lego pieces on your desk, the worn out papers and books. that was what you had expected to see, a reminiscent of your childhood. instead, a nearly empty and neat room was staring back at you. it was as if you had never lived there.

you moved around a lot as a kid, mainly because of your parents’ jobs and living situations. but you always managed to end up back at your childhood home, as that was where your mother lived. you spent most of your school breaks there before moving away again for school to start.

you took a step into your room. your room was almost empty. or at least, it felt empty. the books were neatly arranged and your bed was neatly kept. the posters were placed nicely on the wall. it felt foreign.

how could something you spent a good portion of your life at feel like a stranger to you?

with your mother’s passing, you went back home just to gather and pack a few things. it had been years since you have last seen her and you really wished you had hung around a lot longer. you dismissed any negative thoughts away, you had a complicated relationship with your parents. no point in dwelling over them.

you walked out to the backyard, looking at it with a sense of longing. you played around in it with your grandparents once. they passed years ago. the house may feel like a stranger to you but its your house, your memories were still intact.

a memory of you playing football with a young boy flashed into your head. you smiled bitterly at the thought. hao, you thought. you haven’t seen him in so long. how was he? was he even still living in your town? probably not.

he was probably the only consistent thing in your life. you used to go to school with him when you were still living there, and you two quickly became the best of friends. so when you first moved, you could not bare the thought of telling him that you left. how could you? the thought of seeing a crying hao broke you.

so you left.

without a goodbye.

of course, you came back to visit your mother during your school breaks and that’s when you saw hao again. he lived a few houses away and according to your mom, he always came over to see if you were back. a nine-year-old hao, coming over to your house almost every single day, just to know if you were back.

you first went back when you were eleven, two years later, and facing hao broke you. it was too much for the eleven-year-old you. hao was so prepared to be angry at you for leaving but seeing you break down in front made him forget his initial anger.

he comforted you, saying that it was okay that you left without a goodbye and he could never hate you for it (he did but he still got to see you again, no?). you felt so bad, crying into his arms. you didn’t say goodbye because you did not want to see him cry, but now that you were back, you were the one crying.

“hang out with me everyday to make up for it.”

so that’s what you did. you hung out with hao at every chance you got. you had to make up for it. on the days leading up to your departure again, you and hao made a promise to spend every break with each other.

and that’s what you did.

the next few times that you came back was when you were twelve leading all the way till you were sixteen. and for some reason, you stopped after that.

you never went back home.

you didn’t know why, it just happened. you got busy a lot when you were sixteen, studying for so many exams. you spent one of the few school breaks studying so you didn’t travel. and that continued. so you stopped going back completely. you even lost contact with hao. you lost his phone number when your phone broke and you had zero means of contacting him again. so when you stopped heading home, you stopped seeing him too.

it was around the time you realised you caught feelings for him. but what could you do? you just let yourself suffer in silence.

you snapped out of your thoughts. you wonder how was your friend doing now. did he go off to school for music? you knew he loved to play the violin, there were times where he would play for you. in fact, there was a song he composed just for you, and he would play it only for you.

you left the house, deciding to go around town and look back on the places you frequent. you passed by the playgrounds you went to with hao, the cafes and shops you visited with hao. no matter where you went, you could always connect it with a memory back to hao.

the shopowners recognised you, saying how much you have grown since the last time (which was something they said every single time you visited).

“have you met with hao yet?” one of the restaurant owners asked you when you entered the store to greet her.

you passed at the mention of his name. the mention of his name made your heart drop. all these years and you are still the same.

“not yet,” you said. “but i should go-“

“yn?”

your ears recognised the voice instantly. everything is the same. you turned around and there he was, a guy wearing a white hoodie and glasses staring right at you.

if your heart dropped at the mention of his name, your heart dropped to the pits of hell with the sight of him.

“it has really been a long time, hm?”

it was now the middle of the night. the both of you were at the playground you both always played at as kids. you guys were sitting on the swings, silence surrounding the two of you.

“so …” you cleared your throat. “what have you been up to?”

hao shrugged, looking over at you. “well, i am majoring in music. i get to play violin every now and then …” he started to say. “i’m working on getting a teaching license to teach people how to play the violin.”

“woah, that’s great hao!” you beamed. you felt happy for him. you knew how much hao loved to play the violin so seeing him doing something he loves made you feel really happy. “must be a really eventful last few years, right?”

hao looks at you with a look on his face that you couldn’t pinpoint. did he look angry that you never came back and randomly showed up after all these years? “… right,” he finally says after a moment of silence.

the silence surrounds the both of you again. you guys could have talked for weeks straight when you were kids, so why was it so different now? how much has time changed?

“look i have to go,” hao says as he gets up from the swing, getting ready to leave. the awkwardness was too much for him to bare. “it’s nice seeing you again, yn. you don’t have to find me when you leave again,” he emphasised on again, confirming your suspicions that he was angry at you.

he started to walk away when you got up from the swings, stopping him from leaving, grabbing his arm. “hao, wait.”

he looks at you, seeing what you have to say. “i’m sorry for not coming back,” you said. “with exams and everything … i just got so busy. and my phone broke! i lost your number and-“

hao removed your grip on his arm. “i get that, okay? you don’t have to apologise,” he said in a more harsh tone than he expected. “sorry,” he quickly apologised. “and look, we were kids. everyone falls apart. not everyone keeps their childhood friendships so i get that. it’s just … it always felt like you never made an effort to try.”

you were stunned. was that how hao felt? you always made an effort, didn’t you?

“i …” no words were coming out of your mouth. why couldn’t you say anything?

hao looks at you, hoping for some type of answer from you before sighing. “i have to go. see you whenever, i guess.” he walks away, leaving you in the playground alone with your thoughts.

you were back at home, but at what cost? did it take you losing your mother and friend to come back?

you were back at your childhood home, thinking about the encounter with hao. did you really make no effort? you try to deny it but the more you thought about it, the more you realised you really didn’t. it was always hao doing things. he always comforted you first, he always asked to hung out first, he always asked to go this and that first.

it was always him.

you didn’t even tell him you were going to move at first, and that made you feel like the most horrible friend. and once you were sixteen, you always made excuses to not return to the town. saying that you had to study, or that you have to work, always making up excuses. you avoided the town at all costs, probably because your relationship with your mother had worsen a little too.

but shouldn’t hao be worth coming back to?

you felt a strange sense of homesickness. you felt a weird longing to go home. but you were home. you were in your childhood home. but why didn’t it felt like one? why did you still want to go home? you felt suffocated in the house, wanting to go home but you were clearly there.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you had to go see hao. this time, you had to make an effort.

you gathered your things and quickly left, heading to hao’s house. you knew the way from the back of your mind. you knew all the little shortcuts to his house, it was as if you never left. you got to his house. you couldn’t leave again without even see him.

you were about to ring the doorbell but you realised the window was open and from the outside, you overheard the melodic sound of the violin. you listened carefully, you knew hao was practicing his violin and you didn’t want to disturb him. you listened to what song he was playing and your ears perked up immediately. you recognised it.

it was the song he made for you.

he stopped playing after awhile and sees you outside his window. you saw him looking at you and you quickly ducked, embarrassed. hao finally opens the door and sees you standing there. “what are you doing here?” he asked in a cold tone.

no words came out of your mouth. what were you going to say?

“hao i’m …” you start to say, tears swelling up in your eyes. “i’m so sorry. it’s not that i don’t make an effort i’m just … so scared. i leave a lot, i’m always moving. i’m constantly changing. but yet you—“ your voice cracks. “—are always here. you are always the same. i don’t want you to deal with someone like me so yes it seems like i don’t make an effort but i’m scared that you will hate me so much if one day i leave and never come back so-“ you were breaking down by then and hao hugs you, stopping you from crying.

“it’s okay,” he says in a soothing tone. “no matter how many times you leave, i’m always here. i will always stay.” he pats your head, calming you down. “i’m still here, aren’t i?”

he pulls away slightly to look at you, his arms still around your waist. “i can never hate you. yes, i hate you so much for leaving and moving and not coming back. but i am still here. i will always wait for you in this house of mine. and i will always wait for you at your house. waiting for you to come back to me.”

you pull him back for a hug, crying into his chest while he calms you down. how could someone be so perfect? you didn’t deserve him. “is it a bad time to say …” you hiccuped a little. “… that i realised i had a crush on you when we were like sixteen and i didn’t come back since?”

you hear hao chuckle while he continues to pat your head. “why do you think i made a song for you and played it only for you?”

you looked up at him, hao wiping your tears away. he gives you a peck on your lips. “i said i will always wait for you to come back to me, right? i always will but please, don’t leave me again.”

you smile while you hug him closer, thankful. you guys stayed like that for awhile, you in his arms.

finally, you were home.

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sh0tanzz · 14 days

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hii <3 i hope you had a good day!! could you do the „riize older vs younger“ post with zb1? thank you ⭐️⭐️

finally executing a zb1 asks 😭

ZB1 OLDER VS YOUNGER ~ based on astrology/typology

reminder that this is based off of their birth charts and astro/typology observations and isn’t exact fact unless I knew them myself and yujin will be excluded since he’s a minor !

Older

Jiwoong

he just doesnt have time for games tbh LOLLL. He prefers mature people that have experience regarding life and relationships. He has a cap venus which can waive between more younger types or mature older times and I think he leans towards the ladder. Someone with practicality and a sense of being grounded. Sensual natural older girl type of beat or someone more mature and “grown”.

Taerae

well for one Taerae is on the more technical and realistic side of thinking of expression (he's a virgo moon) and prefers to be more truthful and honest so he'd like someone similar. He'd want someone with a presence, is more experience and can be the decision maker/lead. With his venus and mars he'd like someone to support and praise him.

Gunwook

I put Gunwook closer to the middle ground because I don't think age is THAT vital for him but would still prefer someone that has a sense of maturity, wide intelligence stabilization in themselves similar to him. Someone that has given themselves a status or has a name for themselves which I somewhat associate with an older person.

Same Age/Middle Ground

Hanbin

he cares more about finding an equal than someone to lead him or be led. So I think it either doesn't matter or he'd like someone the same age as him. He prefers a lighthearted typical relationship without too much complexity. I put him a bit closer to the older section while still in the middle ground section because he still likes someone to have a it of a sophistication and status to themselves

Ricky

he's right in the middle because in my opinion for him it both wouldn't matter that much and he wouldn't mind someone the same age as him. he has a gemini venus so he's more interested in the mental/communicative aspects and the dynamic he has with a person. He's more versatile and can fit within either role as long as it interests him and he can be himself and communicate well

Zhang hao

he would like someone more mellow serious and mysterious on the outside but has has a youthful fun loving edge to them on the inside. Someone somewhat similar to him. He prefers someone with a more playful and "hard to get" "untouchable" vibe rather someone super forward and serious about relationships. He's not a fan of people that are too practical and over concerned with business related things

Younger

Gyuvin

honestly. gyuvin probably likes cute bookworms/nerds. He likes someone to be on the more passive introverted yet sweet and kind type of personalities. Values intelligence but prefers someone who is more humble and nerdy rather than a show off or condescending. He wouldn't mesh well with someone domineering or overly controlling/stable

Matthew

ive never rolled my eyes so hard. KIDDING but it's so obvious that Matthew really does have an interest towards the "oppa" dynamic similar to Riize Wonbin. He likes people that are reactive, emotional and sensitive. People with a more docile soft cuteness to them. He prefers to be in control/lead relationships and doesn't care for people too stoic or stable.

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sxmmerberries · 16 days

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Lights!Camera!Action! - actor!zhang hao x reader

"Cut!What are you guys doing?!" The director exclaimed in frustration as Y/N and Zhang Hao laughed at each other's faces for the nth time.

"This is the last time. l am really sorry!" Zhang Hao apologised, getting in position to finally film the most anticipated scene in your drama, the kissing scene.

It would be a lie if you said that you weren't nervous. lt is not every day you get to film a makeout scene with your handsome co-actor who might you have a crush on.

"I don't get paid enough for this" sighed the director, motioning everyone to get in their positions.

"Okay guys!Lights!Cameral!Action!" He exclaimed for the nth

time, hoping that this will be the last take.

"Why did you run away from me that night?" Hao started reciting his lines as he walked towards you.

"I don't like you like that" You started to step backwards towards

the bed like your character was supposed to.

"Stop lying!I have seen the way you look at me." He let out a dark

chuckle as he inched more closer to you, making your eyes widen in

shock.

You could see the director giving a nod of approval at Hao's improvisation.

"This wasn't in the script. Please don't tell me he knows-" You thought, panicking on the inside.

''And how exactly do l look at you?"

"Like you want me to kiss you " Hao leaned closer to you and you

hoped on the inside that he couldn't hear how fast your heart was

beating as his face inched closer to yours.

Your mind went all hazy as you observed his beauty

Was the mole under his eye always this perfect?

Did his hair always look this smooth?

Were his eyes always this beautiful?

Hao placed his hands on your cheeks and finally closed the gap

between your faces as his soft Iips crashed against yours. You

closed your eyes as you savoured the kiss.

Your lips moved in harmony against his as you felt him softly push you on the bed and hovered over you like the script said.

You felt Hao smile in the kiss as his hand slipped under your shirt. You shivered at both his touch and the cold air that entered your

shirt.

Heat crept up on your cheeks, feeling Hao draw hearts on your skin.

His tongue swept against your bottom lip.asking for entrance which

you gladly accepted.He deepened the kiss as you wrapped your

arms around his neck,your lips moving in harmony.

Suddenly, the warm feeling of Hao's lips was gone as he pulled away,giving you a fond smile.

"Does he feel the same? Of course.he doesn't. It is just because of

the script" You thought as your heart ached.

All your thoughts were proved wrong when Zhang Hao attached his

lips to your neck, a whine escaped your lips at the sudden contact.

"Stop trying to get away from me.l like you too!" He spoke as he

busied himself into making small marks on your neck.

Was he really that offended about the fact that you decided to sit

next to the second lead instead of him during a conference?

You whimpered as he continued to kiss your neck. His captivating

eyes met yours as he smiled smugly while making you go insane

from both his touch and words.

"Cut!lThat was amazing!"

Zhang Hao detached his lips from your neck, discretely glaring at

the director for interrupting. He gave the director a fake smile as he

finally moved from his position over you, letting you sit up.

"Thank you! You watched as Hao smiled at the director

complimenting his improvising skills and how the scene is going tc

drive everyone crazy with how sensual it looked.

You were still in shock, trying to process everything that went down

afew minutes ago

You lost your first kiss to the, Zhang Hao, and he knows about your

feelings for him, too?

"You are all dismissed for the day!" The director announced as he

ordered the staff.

"I meant every word, by the way. Let's talk about it when you've

calmed down. Hao smiled as he playfully ruffled your hair and made his way out of the room.

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 10 months

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lesson (not) learned

part two: lesson (still not) learned wc: 1.5k reader: afab (maybe also only femme but i don’t think so? idk lemme know if you think it should be labeled femme) warnings: minors dni explicit smut!!!!!, established poly!relationship, oral m!receiving, fingering, learned this word today: pussyjob, hard/softdom!hanbin, switch!hao, sub(i guess mostly)!reader, hanbin and hao are not that nice but they love you (hanbin loves you more tho lol), addressing hanbin as "sir" towards the end, hanbin calls them puppies one time, mxm but very light, i guess light angst but a good ending, basically you and hao are always competing to be hanbin's favorite lol summary: hanbin punishes a bickering poly!reader and hao for fucking without his permission; they do not learn their lesson this started out as something else and then became this. oops. gonna have to write that original idea too eventually. enjoy :)

🚨MINORS DNI 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT BELOW🚨

“what was that, baby?” hao asks, hand tangled in your hair as he grips it tightly. somehow his tone remains patronizing despite the fact you’ve been edging him for at least half an hour. “can’t talk with a big cock in your mouth?”

you try to answer again, but it’s useless; a frustrated moan comes out of you instead and, for a moment, the curtain falls on hao’s persona he’s been maintaining to impress his other lover. you can see it in his eyes how the vibration on his cock affects him; how he desperately wants to give in to you. he always wants to cave a few minutes in.

but...

he blinks quickly; tightening his grip on your hair and yanking a bit harsher. “come on. he’s... he’s gonna get mad at us again if we don’t finish our punishment.”

a pointed exhale from the corner draws your attention to the third presence in the room. “aw, hao hyung, don’t be silly now. why would i get mad at you? hmm?”

the words are kind on paper-- playful even. but you would never know by the way hanbin says them. a viper’s tongue.

stupidly, you make eye contact with him. he’s lounging back in a leather armchair, a hand over his mouth and one eyebrow cocked in what seems to be amusement. a small beam of light illuminates a diagonal strip of his face from the corner of his left eye to his jaw bone. he looks otherworldly like this and the heavenly visual causes you to lose your grip on hao’s cock in your mouth.

it lolls out of you with a pitiful pop.

“baby,” hao pleads annoyedly, taking your face in his hands to try to get your attention but your fixation on hanbin’s beauty is just too strong. “baby, we need to keep going or he’s--.”

by the time you’ve actually comprehended hao’s words, a cruel laugh is already escaping hanbin’s throat from the corner of the room. “how did i manage to find the two stupidest, horniest people on the planet?”

“fuck,” hao whispers angrily, shaking your face that’s still in his hands. “this is all your fault! you always do this!”

“this is not my fault! are you kidding me!?” you defend, childishly folding your arms across your chest. “you’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me earlier.”

“you literally grabbed my fingers and stuck them in your pussy,” hao counters, glaring at you. “you always want him to think you’re his perfect little angel, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. you’re just a spoiled fucking brat who needs--.”

your lips are on hao’s before he can finish his assassination of your character. unfortunately you just can’t help yourself when he talks to you like that. but hao is no lesson in self control either, seeing as he’s moaning into your mouth within seconds; pushing your back down onto the bed beneath him. in between your thighs, the head of his cock starts to tease your entrance.

“fuck,” hao whines needily, rutting against you and, as he does, treading dangerously close to forbidden territory for the second time today. the desperation in hao’s voice only turns you on more, though and, clouded with lust, you also forget about the events that happened just hours ago.

“pleasepleaseplease, need you,” you beg incomprehensibly, the head of hao’s cock pressing into your clit. “fuck hao, please, just need you inside me now.”

“oh my god,” hao says as if he’s gonna lose his mind if he can’t put his cock in you in the next five seconds. “fuck, i can’t--... we can’t, baby. we’re not supposed to...”

though hao is certainly attempting to convince himself not to finally push himself inside your dripping hole, he’s failing miserably. you feel him start to rut progressively deeper, his resolve slowly turning to moans and whimpers until--

“you two never fucking learn your lesson, do you?”

your whole body freezes as hanbin yanks hao up by his ear to a kneeling position. hao seethes at the pain and hanbin whispers something in his ear that shuts him up without discourse. the sinking feeling in your gut reaches its height when hanbin’s attention turns to you.

“binnie, please,” you start to plead as hanbin just smiles coolly back at you. “hao started it! i would never break the rules, binnie-- i promise.”

hao opens his mouth to argue, but a quick glare from hanbin settles him down. the younger man lets go of hao’s ear; stepping closer to you. a gentle hand finds your jaw, pulling you up to meet him in a kiss. it’s sultry and warm and once again has you squeezing your thighs together for relief.

“cute,” hanbin coos, his left hand reaching to cup your heat. you can’t help but grind against his fingers as hanbin fawns over you. you know it’s a trap. but you just can’t help yourself.

neither can hao, whose hand has already begun stroking his cock again.

“hao hyung started this-- is that right, angel?” hanbin asks, pouting at you as he rubs his thumb across your cheek sweetly. and then the other shoe drops. “hao hyung is the one who got my angel this wet?”

you shake your head frantically. “no! no, binnie--.”

he tilts his head to the side-- a suggestion (or threat) that you better start using his preferred title effective immediately.

“i’m sorry, sir, i just--.”

“i was five fucking feet away from you-- you think you can lie to me?” hanbin’s tone surprisingly isn’t so much angry as it is... disappointed. your eyes meet hao’s and you know he’s thinking the same thing:

this is not good.

“bin-ah,” hao says softly, cautiously reaching out a hand to touch hanbin’s shoulder. “binnie, are you really upset?”

hanbin sighs melodramatically, shrugging off hao’s touch and turning away from the bed. “you both want each other so bad. it doesn’t really seem like you need me anymore.”

“what!?” you exclaim, scrambling to sit up and wrap your arms around his neck from behind. “of course we need you, hanbinnie! we love you. and i love you way more than hao loves you.”

“you’re such a little...” hao starts, grabbing your nipple between his fingers and pinching hard. you squeal and he sticks his tongue out at you as he takes hanbin’s hand in his own. “we’re trying to reassure hanbinnie and you still find a way to make it all about you? so typical. and for your information, he likes me more than you.”

“he does not! he said--... he said...” your words trail off as you suddenly feel hanbin pressing kisses up your arm where it hangs across his chest. “hanbinnie, we’re sorry. we need you. clearly we need you. we’d kill each other without you.”

“so sorry, binnie,” hao mumbles into hanbin’s shoulder. “we just can’t help ourselves sometimes.”

“we--... we need to be punished again, binnie,” you say, kissing his neck sweetly.

“please, binnie?” hao echoes hopefully. “we’ll be good this time!”

the sound of hanbin chuckling is not what either of you are expecting to hear, but when he turns around with a glint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes, an exhilarating chill runs down your spine. all of this-- from the moment hanbin had left you alone with hao this afternoon while he went to get groceries up to now-- had been one giant trap.

you and hao were really in for it now.

“you’re both a little too soft for your own good, don’t you think?” hanbin muses with a smirk. “we all know you desperately need me.”

you look down at your lap in shame and you know that hao is doing the same.

“but i need you too,” he adds, a hand running up one of yours and hao’s thighs. “my two favorite puppies. so perfect. just need some more training is all.”

“yes, sir,” you and hao respond together happily.

just as hanbin’s left hand wraps around the base of hao’s cock and the fingers of his right hand find your entrance, his phone starts to ring in his back pocket. “fuck,” he curses, removing his fingers from you and reaching for his phone. you start to whine, but a sharp look keeps you quiet.

“i have to take this,” hanbin sighs, walking towards the door. “when i come back, i better find you both on your stomachs for me. understand?”

“yes, sir,” the two of you respond from the bed again.

as the door shuts behind hanbin, you look at hao. his eyes are narrowed in anger and the head of his cock is leaking pathetically. you stare at each other for a long moment before hao quickly gives up and begins climbing back between your legs.

hanbin knows exactly what he’s going to walk back into. and though he knows he’s going to have to make you both pay for it...

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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