'cause maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me.
➪ you spent your whole life waiting for vinny hong. maybe this time, he'll be the one waiting for you.
➪ includes : vinny. mentions of y/n in dialogue, slow burn, childhood friends to something even more, au not canon, not proofread soz
➪ wc : 4.6k
➪ a/n : HELLOOO IM BACK. this is actually a request so i hope they enjoy it as much as i did writing this 🤍 this fic is inspired by 2 songs actually! one is wonderwall by oasis and the other is 海屿你 (hai yu ni) soo yeap, just a fun fact :3
you didn’t have much to care about in your childhood. young and naive, it was truly a time to be alive. you frequented the playground near your home; though it was undermaintained and unkempt, you still found joy frolicking around.
the swings rusted by the chain, creaking at every subtle motion. but you ignored it, swinging as high as possible in hopes of touching the sky. the world was yours—the playground, actually. other kids rarely came here, so it was just you, your mother sitting at the nearby bench, and the equipment all to yourself; it was basically heaven, until you felt something shift inside you.
whenever your mother brought you to the nearby supermarket, the route made you walk past this lively area. it was a large playground that was never quiet, filled with laughing children who played with each other. your eyes never left the view even as your mother tugged your hand gently, urging you to walk faster.
this feeling, it was envy.
you wanted to join in, to play with other children, to make friends. but at last, you always ended up at the empty playground, the chill gush of wind making you feel lonelier. you couldn’t even play on the seesaw. sure, your mom was there, but she was always the phone talking to someone. weird words like “rent” and “loan” came out of her mouth, surpassing your knowledge. unsure what to make of it, you didn’t ask her to play with you.
sitting on the swings again, your legs kicking in small motions that at least made you sway. your eyes glued to the ground, watching your feet kick the sand, the particles fly, and a pair of red shoes? you looked up curiously, your surprised gaze meeting the mismatched-coloured eyes of a boy with red hair and two moles on his left undereye.
“... who are you?”
you asked, still in shock that anyone thought about coming here.
“i’m vinny! do you want to play with me?”
the red-haired said, grinning cheekily through his teeth. your eyes practically lit up at the question, meeting his grin with an excited smile,
“yes i do!”
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over the next few months, you spent time with vinny, your first ever friend. you found out that he was the same age as you, and recently moved in the nearby houses across the playground. he always brought his bicycle, often showing you his tricks and maneuvers proudly. you were mesmerised by his talent, and told him to keep doing it until he was tired.
along the way, he even taught you how to ride a bike, traversing through the playground while the two of you were in your own world. learning how to cycle wasn’t easy. your face always met the ground, but you told yourself not to cry in front of him because you wanted to look cool, only allowing a few tears to well up in your eyes.
your knees were victim to abrasions gotten against the rough pathway, with your mom sighing whenever she saw your legs after you finished playing with vinny. on days when he didn’t bring his bike, you two would play on the seesaw, something you didn’t think you’d achieve here. as you went up and down, you saw his smiling face; he had as much fun as you did, and that’s what made you feel this weird sensation inside of you, something you didn’t want to acknowledge yet.
your mother kept reading you this fairytale to sleep, a story of how a princess found her prince charming, but it wasn’t an easy journey for both of them. something about how they found each other after their own struggles stuck with you, a moment so beautiful, and that made you want to find your own prince charming; that was your wish.
“y/n, do you have a dream?”
vinny asked, his swing seat stationary while yours swung up high.
“huh? a dream…”
your mind immediately went to the fairytale, but you didn’t want to admit such a thing like that in front of a boy.
“i don’t have one yet, what about you?”
his lips curled into a small smile, looking at the ground with hopeful eyes as he answered,
“i wanna become the best cyclist in the world.”
you stopped your momentum and looked at him, seeing nothing but determination and passion behind those eyes. you smiled sweetly, leaving him with your words,
“okay! i will always support you!”
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as you two grew older, you realised how much you stuck with vinny. from attending the same middle school together to even having the same friends, the both of you were basically joined by the hip, never leaving each other’s side. it was endearing, and most people assumed you two were siblings, with some even thinking that you two might be dating instead.
through the course of time, every moment spent with vinny contributed to your developing feelings for him. you kept telling yourself that it was merely infatuation, but you couldn’t help your subtle blush whenever someone accused the two of you of being in a relationship. minu was the main driver of this agenda, always teasing you about vinny whenever he went away for the bathroom during lunch.
you got to know minu through vinny, finding out that they were in a cycling crew called the ‘zephyrus crew’. they often cycled around the neighbourhood park at night, roaming freely through the streets without a care in the world. you often sat at the bench, occupying yourself with your homework assigned to you on that day whilst waiting for them to return from their ride. you had your usual snacks ready: some convenience store sandwiches, cans of energy drinks, and a bottle of barley tea reserved for vinny.
your nights were mostly spent like this, with you socialising with minu, june, and the other members of the crew, while vinny sat beside you on the bench, listening in on the lively conversations among everyone.
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“y/n, do you still like vinny?”
you almost spat your food out, trying to shush minu, afraid that he might’ve said that too loud for others to hear.
“what? me? vinny? pfft, we’re just friends.”
you tried to play it cool in the canteen, with minu not believing your behaviour whatsoever.
“you know we’re almost graduating right? what if you don’t end up in the same high school as him?”
“what the– don’t say that!”
you almost raised your voice, earning stares from the nearby tables before you slowly made yourself smaller, hiding your face behind your hand. you watched as minu wiggled his eyebrows,
“you should totally confess to him, i bet he likes you too.”
your face heated up, shades of red painting your cheeks before a firm voice cut through your train of thought,
“what’s going on here?”
vinny was standing directly behind you, and you tilted your head up to see his eyes staring at your face. you felt even hotter after seeing his features he thought no one found attractive except you, and you immediately removed yourself from your position by bolting out of the canteen. your hands palmed your cheeks as you made your way to the bathroom, cooling your face with water as the tap ran in the background of your thoughts.
minu was right; graduation was approaching, and there was a chance you might see him less often if you end up in a different school from him. you sighed in front of the basin, looking at yourself in the mirror and relishing in the embarrassing moment that happened in the canteen a few minutes ago.
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and just like that, the two of you graduated middle school. and surprise, you didn’t confess your feelings to vinny.
you chickened out the moment you opened your mouth, letting him walk away to talk to minu instead. you followed behind him like a puppy, hugging your bouquet of flowers your parents gave earlier as you joined in their conversation about what to eat after the event. later that night, you found yourself on the same bench, using your phone instead with your convenience store plastic bag beside you waiting for the group.
this was your routine for the next few months before high school, with vinny now walking you home as a bonus. you didn’t ask why he started doing that, but you liked the gesture anyway, really liked it. while the two of you walked towards your home at midnight, both of your phones lit up with the notification of high school posting results. your breath hitched, opening the message and reading the words 'sunny high school'.
you looked at vinny before saying anything, watching his brows furrow in disdain as he muttered,
“gunn high, huh? what a shitty school.”
you swallowed dryly, slowly showing your phone screen into his view as he would’ve asked eventually. from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a small smile on his lips. you were confused, wondering why he was smiling despite you two going to different schools. not until you heard his soft words,
“sunny high’s good y/n, i knew you could do it.”
he patted your head briefly before shoving his phone away, walking in front of you while his bike clicked with every wheel rotation. you stood rooted to the ground, unable to move after feeling his hand land on the top of your head gently, stroking your hair like it was precious. the ghost of his touch still lingered, and your face flushed unbearably so. with your racing heart, you brisk-walked to catch up, hiding your face in your hair—vinny had no idea what effect he had on you, and that scared you so much.
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the first day of school wasn’t as bad as you thought. you arrived to the campus with minu and june, whom you thankfully found to be your classmates for the first year. you settled in quicker than you expected; having your usual lunch breaks with minu and june, just without vinny this time.
but after school was different story. you would always find vinny waiting outside your school gate, his bike in hand while he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. being in separate schools wasn’t a bother, the distance closed immediately the moment the two of you met after dismissal.
everyday, the both of you walked home together without fail, with the majority of the walk filled with vinny’s ridiculous encounters with the students from gunn high, and frequent mentions of this guy named sung kwon whom he claimed to be his “bro”. the same nights at the neighbourhood park still occurred, with you busying yourself with assessment books and math problems instead while vinny and the rest cycled together in the dead of the night
the years slipped by quietly, and before you knew it, you turned 18, experiencing your final year of high school with new company. minu had introduced you to jay, a second-year student whose class was a floor below yours. they met by chance, where minu dramatised this whole story of jay cycling downhill like he was a god in his eyes. shortly after, you found yourself entangled in what you’ve come to know as the 'hummingbird crew'.
minu had passed down his crew to some juniors, deciding to form this new crew with june to join this biking competition called the “league of street”. the reason? it was money meant to pay for vinny’s mother’s surgery. you vividly remember him telling you his life story last year during the break between graduation and the first day of high school; it was the only moment you got to witness his tough exterior break as he vented to you about future plans and concerns about money. you saw him when he was most vulnerable—his fragile state—and it pained you greatly knowing all you could do was be by his side in support of him.
this addition of people was certainly a change in your life, but it was something you welcomed. you particularly clicked with shelly and mia, whom you observed had the hots for jay. but you didn’t pay much attention to their affairs, all you cared about was telling vinny what happened in your daily debriefs.
when you first told him about the hummingbird crew, he already knew of it from minu, and even asked him to join the crew. however, he didn’t give an immediate answer, just a simple acknowledgement through text. as you walked him to his home (for a change), you noticed his mother coming to the front porch, smiling at you gratefully as requested you to come in for dinner. you glanced at vinny’s expression, but you couldn’t tell if your eyes were deceiving you from the way vinny’s cheeks tinted with a hint of pink.
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you were all too familiar with his home as you quickly took off your shoes and placed your bag on the floor, finding his mother by the kitchen and helping her set the table with practised ease. his mother made the best stew. it was warm, comforting, and everything you could ask for in a dish. after the meal, you would always reject his mother’s words of telling you to sit in the living room as you insisted on helping her with the dishes.
a few short conversations here and there made the time pass by so quickly, it was almost midnight. you pat vinny’s cat, jack, one last time before wearing your shoes, with his mother giving you a large container of her homemade kimchi to bring back home. you accepted it with a warm smile before leaving, while vinny followed to walk you home as it was late and dark. you didn’t want to admit that he was such a gentleman, a boy whom anyone could tell was raised by his mother well, as that fact alone would make you fall harder for him than you already had.
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the cycling nights changed, but not in a drastic way you expected. your convenience store runs ran your wallet dry even more due to buying more food and drinks. the park changed to somewhere more bustling, your spot upgrading to a longer bench for you to study quietly on. the group dynamic has definitely shifted into something more familial between the cyclists, and you noticed how vinny didn’t quite fit in with the whole cheesy atmosphere.
for some twisted reason, that made you glad.
glad that he wasn’t too close with them, and that silent selfishness of yours sickened you. after the crew competed in their very first round of the competition, they garnered attention from the spectators, mostly about jay jo being a super rookie and even some words about vinny’s skills. the attention didn’t cease after the consequent rounds as even more people expressed their support for hummingbird. you often watched them compete in person, mainly wanting to watch vinny cycle live. you couldn’t help but recall his childhood dream he admitted to you in the park where it all started.
every time you saw his footage on the big screen of the competition site, you didn’t hold back your smile, your eyes never leaving the screen of the boy who was closer to his dream than he’d ever been. many spectators watched in awe as the race unfolded, in particular, you noticed this girl with short, black hair, watching the screen where vinny displayed with that very same gaze you had for him.
yumi was her name, she was part of the tarantula crew before getting disqualified after losing to hummingbird. however, that didn’t stop her from coming to the race site to watch the race, or instead, watch vinny. she kept trying to approach him as well, complimenting his cycling skills and outwardly trying to get his number, though it didn’t work in her favour; not yet.
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days turned into weeks, and the competition went into full swing. you found yourself slowly removing yourself from the picture: not showing up as often to support as you were busy with other commitments outside being vinny’s moral support. it couldn’t be helped, exams were around the corner, followed by several projects and volunteering roles you took on to boost your portfolio. every time you texted him, he was either busy training or working his part-time job—at least that was what you thought he was doing.
he’d only reply hours later in the middle of the night, but you were fast asleep by then. the pattern repeated itself for days, and you eventually gave up trying to start a normal conversation with him. before you knew it, seeing vinny wasn’t part of your routine anymore. no more walks back home together, no more convenience store runs for his nightly barley tea after his trainings, no more stupid little conversations with him under the moonlight before you went in your home.
and for some reason, he was alright with it, as if nothing had existed between the two of you. no texts or calls trying to catch up or interact, just silence. you didn’t know which hurt more: the silence, or the fact that he didn’t even bother trying to reach out. so you did what you do best at, drowning yourself in as many activities and commitments as possible to forget about your one-sided crush.
how embarrassing it was to become someone whom he pretended didn’t exist.
but what was even more humiliating was how easily he replaced you with none other than yumi.
you saw them by chance, holding hands in a food street as they stood in front of a street food cart. your eyes didn’t deceive you even when you hoped they did. it was real, the vinny you haven’t seen in weeks standing and holding hands with another girl. the same vinny who never knew what to do with the platonic affection you expressed to him.
he was dating her, no doubt about it, and you couldn’t stop thinking about why it couldn’t be you instead. you quickly walked away, trying not to alert them with your presence as you headed to the direction of your car. with unshed tears, you sat in the drivers seat, both hands grabbing the steering wheel weakly and tucking your head down dejectedly.
you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing as you released a breath you weren’t aware of holding. with your heart pounding out of your chest, you couldn’t tell if it was from seeing vinny in forever, or how he was holding hands with another girl that wasn’t you.
ever since that night, you stopped looking for reasons to see vinny. whenever shelly invited you to the hummingbird crew gatherings, you declined without hesitation, knowing vinny would be there, probably bringing yumi along as well. you didn’t want to see that, afraid you might break again just like that unfortunate night in your car.
sometimes on your way home, you’d catch a glimpse of vinny cycling back home while texting someone on his phone. you’d hope that maybe, just maybe, your phone would vibrate during that time, but it never once did.
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“vinny’s still MIA, what a douche.”
dom announced in the clubroom, scrolling through his phone mindlessly watching reels about recent sneaker drops. you looked up from your lunchbox, still chewing your sausage as shelly spoke,
“geez, what’s he up to now? he better not be in the mountains, the next round is coming up.”
“maybe he’s just busy,”
you said without thinking, though your words were muffled through your food. but you knew that wasn’t the case. almost a month had passed without any update from vinny to the rest of the crew. and since none of them were close to yumi, no one knew who to ask what happened to him. usually, it would be you—but not now, not this time.
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the critical period of your submissions had passed, and you felt free from the shackles as you were finally less busier. you eventually started showing up to their training sessions again, with shelly and the others welcoming you back with open arms. as you showed up to the park, you noticed them crowding around something, or someone.
a certain someone with that damn red hair you could recognise from outer space.
you froze in your tracks, not knowing how to approach the group. you were awful at confrontation, it was basically your worst nightmare. dom had to ruin it by turning around, noticing your awkward stance as he cocked his head in confusion,
“y/n? what are you doing there? come here, this fella finally decided to show up.”
you walked towards them, eyes looking elsewhere to avoid vinny’s piercing gaze. once you stood in front of vinny, everyone dispersed as if on cue, heading to their usual starting point while talking about strategies on the way there. you were left alone with vinny, and you noticed he didn’t have his bike with him.
“hey.”
he said, the monosyllabic word carrying volumes of unsaid thoughts. you gave an awkward smile, replying with the same greeting. the awkwardness hurt. somehow, after years of knowing each other, it felt as though you two were strangers again; you didn’t know what to say to him despite the many things you wanted to.
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you heard through shelly that vinny and yumi broke up, said she got the information from someone else who was close friends with yumi. at that moment, your heart stopped for a second. the way shelly said it so casually like it didn’t almost make you lose your life for that second was concerning; you shouldn’t have reacted that way. but you did, and you couldn’t hide from your lingering feelings.
however, you didn’t see it as an opportunity, you only wondered if vinny was coping well. maybe that’s why he suddenly showed up after ghosting them for so long. your mind kept running with reasons on why he returned. it was too noisy, and you hated that you still cared that much about him.
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you found yourself at a burger joint after school as shelly practically dragged you out of the classroom when she heard you talk about heading home. poking at your fries absentmindedly, you sat beside vinny while shelly, jay, and dom sat opposite the two of you.
initially, shelly and jay wanted to sit together, meaning you had to squeeze with dom and vinny in that booth seat they made look tiny when together. so, dom decided to squeeze with them instead, leaving the two of you together with a seemingly-awkward gap inbetween.
“you’re not eating.”
vinny said quietly to you whilst the three others were busy with their conversations.
“i’m not hungry.”
“then why did you come?”
“shelly dragged me here.”
you said, sighing softly in defeat. he looked at you, not knowing what to say before focusing on his meal. after a while and noticing your food looking the same as before, he nudged your tray, earning a glance from you as you heard,
“they’re cold,”
“... what?”
you quickly put a soggy fry in your mouth as you watched him place his elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand as his eyes bored onto you, observing you eat under his pressure.
“you always wait too long.”
at this point, the two of you hadn’t noticed the three people blatantly staring at the interaction, a knowing look shared among them.
──── ♡
after shelly, dom, and jay parted ways with the both of you, you stopped by a convenience store to grab a quick breakfast meant for tomorrow morning, while vinny followed you inside. walking down the pastry aisle, you looked for your favourite bread. after getting what you needed, you stopped in front of the beverages section intending to look for cold brew, although you suddenly fixated your gaze on the bottles of barley tea that stood right beside it.
your hand hovered over the familiar bottles before switching over to the coffee grabbing it quickly and heading over to the counter to pay. however, you suddenly saw the same damn bottle slide onto the counter, feeling vinny’s presence behind you as he muttered against your ear,
“you forgot something.”
you looked at him, staring in disbelief as you felt the heat flare up in your body. you turned away and immediately paid without looking at the cashier, grabbing the plastic bag and exiting the store as the chime rang from inside. vinny watched you hurry out of the store before following you, the corner of his lips turning into the faintest smile.
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walking side by side in the quiet street, you swang the plastic bag you were carrying, the rustling and other sounds of the night filling your ears. you wanted to distract yourself from how close he was walking along with you, your arms an atom away from touching each others. after reaching the intersection where you two go different ways, you gave him a knowing look before turning around.
however, you felt his hand grab your wrist tight enough to secure, but not hurt. you looked at him in surprise before your eyes darted to where his hand held your wrist, feeling the familiar heat course through you once again.
“... do you need anything?”
breaking the silence, you turned around fully, now standing in front of him and looking, really looking, at him.
“why did you stop showing up back then?”
you paused, not expecting that question at all. like a switch had been flipped, all the memories of you trying to get over his relationship with yumi resurfaced in your mind.
“i thought you didn’t need me anymore.”
you gave a humourless chuckle, one so soft he almost didn’t catch it. he frowned immediately after registering your words,
“... what?”
“well, you had yumi and you stopped replying to my texts,”
you admitted genuinely,
“i didn’t want to get in your way, so i stopped.”
vinny stared at you in an unreadable expression, though as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard come out from your mouth. he hesitated to speak, slightly opening and closing his mouth before choosing what to say.
“you really think i wanted that?” “you didn’t?”
he quickly replied with no hesitation,
“no.
i didn’t, fuck—i really didn’t.”
he covered his eyes with his hand, feeling a subtle heat creep up to his cheeks as he continued,
“i kept looking for you, wondering where you were.
after school, after training, even after my jobs.”
you noticed his ears blooming a shade of red as he slowly removed his hand from his eyes. it was the first time you saw him at a loss for words. he tried to keep his firm expression even with his reddening face, and it looked absolutely adorable in your eyes.
“vinny…
what about yumi? weren’t you two… happy?”
his expression shifted into something more thoughtful and reflecting,
“we were.”
“she was someone i wanted to be with,
but you’re someone i can’t imagine my life without.”
you tugged the hem of his shirt, looking at him with a vulnerable gaze,
“you don’t get to say things like that…”
“i mean it, i really do.”
he grabbed your hand and held it in his, like it was something precious he wanted to keep as he whispered,
“so please,
don’t leave me again.”
you tightened your fingers around his hand after hearing his words;
hi guys im currently sick so ill get back to writing when im feeling better! also heres a cheeky sneak peak of my wip hehe, until then pls wait for me!!! ^_^
the sabbath crew taking care of you on your period.
➪ includes : hyuk, joker, vinny, wooin. established r/s, fluff, maybe ooc, not proofread.
➪ a/n : for my lovely @dzvelinaskebiyars 🤍 hope youre feeling better these past few days, thank u for requesting luv u teehee
hyuk kwon
— this man literally tracks your cycle like a hawk (mentally by the way, and its scarily accurate).
— at first he was clueless on why you kept expelling blood every month, he thought something was genuinely wrong with your body.
— but everything you tell to him once stays in his head forever, and that's when he learnt you needed more than just a "get well soon" during your period.
— your favourite snack you mentioned once, but was seen eating it often? he bought like too many packets of those when your period started.
— thank god he's laid back, those people give the best cuddles in my opinion.
— it's that quiet confidence, like he knows what he's doing, and is good at it.
— loves patting your head and playing with your hair, soothing you to rest in his arms.
— trust me, during these few days, he's not leaving your side physically to give his utmost attention to you.
joker/hajun
— this man gives me such girl dad vibes, he'd be the best caretaker among the four of them.
— he's super gentle and careful with you, almost as if you'll break at the slightest discomfort.
— he does not play about you at all. whatever you need, you will get it.
— but that one time when you asked him to buy your usual pads on video call with him was kinda funny, he was so clueless in the aisle.
— he loves tucking you by his side like you're a doll, his big hand resting on your bottom to steady you.
— heating pad? no need, he's your heating pad; your source of comfort through his big, warm hugs.
— sometimes he likes wrapping you like a burrito in your blanket.
— you know that warm, fuzzy feeling you get that just courses through your body? that's what you experience when you're secured beside him.
— lets you trace his arm tattoo whenever you're bored in his embrace.
— however he's the worst joke teller of all time if you ask him to entertain you.
— but somehow, it's still funnier than anything else in the world.
vinny hong
— the most practical guy ever it's almost annoying.
— lets you steal his adidas jackets that are huge you; you're almost drowning in the fabric.
— will toss you a packet of painkillers and tell you to deal with it (lovingly, of course), without knowing it's the first day of your period.
— but along the way he notices the small details; how you're quieter, more sensitive and tired.
— he doesn't baby you. instead, he's like a pillar of support, reminding you to eat and drink water regularly.
— you dislike this sensible side of him, even though it does the job well.
— however, he catches you off-guard as he brings in a huge bag of your favourite goodies, period products, and even a plushie as a surprise for you.
— with that unreadable expression, yet soft eyes, he sits beside your curled-up form on the couch and pats your hair smooth.
— he's like this just because he doesn't want you to fret about his worryness for you.
yoo wooin
— promises that he tones down his playful antics when your period comes (big fat liar).
— he just wants you to be comfortable during these few days without any stress.
— he knows you'll be in bed most of the time, so he stays on a call with you whenever he's not around in person.
— but when he's here, expect to be touched almost the entire time.
— face? caressed. cheek? poked. nose? booped.
— he can't get his hands off you, but at least his annoying touches distract you from your cramps.
— oh right, and expect a full-on tummy massage from him.
— he remembers how you always have a scented diffuser switched on whenever you need to relax, so he bought your favourite essential oils just in case it runs out.
— will talk about the most random shit with you. exhibit A:
— "babe, what happens if you bleed from your ass too?" like excuse me?
— your sugar cravings spike, so he always buys lollipops for you (more like for him), your favourite flavour of course.
— still annoying, but at least he makes these few days bearable to get through for you.
windbreaker means so much to me because it heavily influences my style and the way i dress. recently i got new glasses without realising i picked a frame similar to jay jo's, my unconscious is basically telling me that i cant leave my windbreaker phase even if i wanted to LOL.
sooo i decided to set a fun little sidequest for myself this week (to motivate myself to get my ass to class): any outfit i wear out must be inspired a character from wb im gonna make a moodboard and share it with u guys ofc huhu i cant wait
tags: ooc!owen, idk anything about dc, nightwing!owen, f!reader, meetcute?, not proofread, idk anything about DC lmfao
nightwing!owen who just knocked the air out of a few dozen goons while on patrol, as usual. He's subbing in for Batman in Gotham after an attack by Joker left him with some nasty injuries, which Alfred made sure would be sufficiently healed before he's back in his suit.
nightwing!owen whose stomach grumbled as he landed the last hit on an especially burly man, the giant dropping to his feet. The last thing he ate was a single kit-kat, and that was at least 5 hours ago. He couldn't wait to get his hands on some food.
nightwing!owen who turned around to retrieve his escrima bars, only for his eyes to meet with irisis behind the shield of thick sunglasses. Somehow, a lady was standing there, presence undetected by him. More importantly, the woman had miraculously gotten her hands on one of his weapons without him noticing. One wrong move, and she would zap herself unconscious, and he wasn't keen on turning what originally was a simple patrol into a send-civillain-to-hospital-after-they-get-fried-like-tempura mission.
nightwing!owen who, in any other situation, would've just snatched it back easily, but the woman's fingers were edging scaringly close to the electricity-charged section of the baton, and he wasn't risking it on the particular day. For some reason, he was reminded of a evil chef waving a baguette around menacingly when he looked at the lady. Probably a combination of the comically large fedora hat she had on and his hunger meter being at its peak. No idea why you had sunglasses when it was dark out, and even in the mornings, Gotham's weather wasn't kind. The street lamps weren't of help either, flickering every few seconds over heads, making the scene look way more ominous.
nightwing!owen who requested in a polite-enough tone,"Maam, I'm going to need for you to return that."
nightwing!owen who got an obviously panicked reply, "It's 4 in the morning and I just ran into some pervert in a dark alley wearing a spandex, body tight suit and a fucking mask, with two dozen dudes out cold at his feet. Would you not do the same thing as me if you were in my shoes?"
nightwing!owen who had to deploy all de-escalation techniques at his disposal, trying his best not to spook you further. At this point, it was apparant you weren't a local resident of the crime-ridden city. It's almost hilarious how you kept on backing away, since what stood behind you was a dead-end. Grasping at straws just like how you were grasping HIS weapon.
nigthwing!owen who was halfway through complaining about how "it's the first time someone has accused me of being dressed like he's reenacting some niche bdsm or saviour complex scenario-" when your left heel, in all its glory, decided it was the perfect moment to break.
nightwing!owen who dashed forward instantly to catch you before you fell into the unknown, sewerage-esque black substance on the floor ( disgusting enough for anyone to start thinking Poison Ivy was right). His hand sturdily supported you by your waist, one muscular leg planted in between your thighs, face so close to yours that you would be exchanging buttefly kisses if it wasn't for your stupid sunglasses. Neither of the two knew if they were looking into each other's eyes, which they in fact, were.
nightwing!owen who snapped out of his trance after a full minute passed, the tension thick enough to make his mind pause that long. He took advantge of the chance, instantly snatching his escrima bar and slotting it on his back. His hand around your waist gave you a slight push forward, other hand sliding into yours, helping you stand up with a tug, a mumbled "Careful now." slipping from his lips.
nightwing!owen who thought it was cute how flustered you looked, the way you blinked your confusion away.
"Oh, um, t-thanks," You said, ready to kill yourself on the spot when you heard yourself stutter, voice croaking like a platypus. You glanced down on your (had-been) heel, frowning at the damage.
Fuck, he thought that was cute too, the way your eyebrows scrunched, and he swore his heart actually skipped a beat when you took your sunglasses off to get a better look, just like how he swore your eyes made the stars seem like they weren't even trying. Breath stuck in his throat, heartbeat racing, swallowing, the whole schmuck, something that had never happened before. He had saved civillains aplenty, and saved more beautiful women than he could count, but you were just on another level of breathtaking. Meanwhile, you were cussing the entire store out in your head for selling you heels so expensive, but broke after one use - not even one complete use.
nightwing!owen who asked you where you lived, the question spluttered out with a noticeable tremor to a trained ear. He hastily followed up with an explanation when you gave him a wary glance, promising to help you get back safely since it was practically impossible for you to go back yourself now. His lips twitched when you agreed and gave him your hotel address, but went unoticed from the lack of light.
nightwing!owen who scooped you up like you weighed nothing, princess-carrying you as he leaped from roof to roof. Your arms were hooked around his neck, face leaned on his chest, legs dangling in the cold night air. You noted the way his hands were careful to not move past your shoulder and the back of your knees, as well as the slight citrus scent comming off of him, mixed with a gritty odour you couldn't quite place.
nightwing!owen who delivered you to the doorstep of your hotel, gently placing you down on the carpet so you could balance yourself properly. You slid your shoes off and held them with a hand, the other one tucked comfortably in the pocket of your coat.
"Sorry for the..., well, you know," You grimaced, earning a light chuckle, "And thanks for everything. I truly appreciate it."
"Don't worry, you'll get used to situations like these if you stay here long enough," He reassured, flashing you a smile and a wink. "I was going to say 'see you later', but it would be in your best interest if you didn't."
"Well, I don't know about that," You said curtly. Before he could fully proccess your words and formulate a reply, you stepped forward, closing what little distance was left. Now, on your tip-toes, you planted a quick kiss on his cheek, hand pulling out of your pocket and locking onto his arm for support. His brain short-circuited so hard that nothing registered until you had already went in the hotel lobby and out of his sight. The afterimage of you giving him a small grin before turning around to leave replayed, a red flush creeping up his neck and spreading across his face at the realisation of what just happened. It took him some time to recollect himself before he noticed something had been left behind in his palm, where your warm fingers had slided over. A black, glossy card. With letters and numbers inked onto it in a shiny silver.
"Well, fuck me," He muttered under his breath.
"I must say, Grayson, this is unexpected behaviour coming from you, especially on duty."
nightwing!owen who groaned loudly when the disapproving, boyish voice cuts through his earpiece, instantly clearing his head. He hoped you knew you had just earned him a few weeks worth of teasing at the manor, which had already started, judging from the stiffiled laughs he could hear through the comms.
"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you, Nightwing," Another voice chimed in, a woman this time, tone laced with poisonous ridicule.
I really need to remember switching this damn thing off, he thought.
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yeayy ive been wanting to make a req but everybody's been inactive for months 😭 soo can we get another fwb hwangyeon but it's him who got attached to her andd somehow they end up official. it starts small like when he suddenly gets clingy the morning after when usually he would be the one who leave first, frequently texting her, sending her gifts and shi. but can we keep him when he's still all big n muscular HE LOOKS SO REDONKULOUSLY DELICIOUS I WANNA LiCK HIS ABS
no... i get it... his body is unreal...
however i genuinely cant stand this man he pisses me off so much like T_T but u know i dont discriminate so here u go <3 thank u for the request anon!
➪ hwangyeon never intended to fall for you. but along the way, he slowly realised how much your heart meant so much more to him than just your body.
➪ includes : hwangyeon choi. fwb!hwangyeon, falling in love, fluff
➪ a/n : based on this ask, and a continuation of this post. also my inbox is open for requests heh
lately, you’ve been seeing hwangyeon more often than you should be.
he finds himself texting you almost every day, asking to link up despite your body being deliciously sore from the previous night’s activities. for some reason, he always picks the same hotel to hookup, and it’s gotten too excessive to the point where the receptionists recognise the two of you, though judgmentally.
hwangyeon’s truly selfish; a guy with insatiable needs is your worst nightmare.
but even through his selfishness, he undeniably soothes you after he finishes, making sure you’re not hurt anywhere because of his roughness. some call it the bare minimum, while he doesn’t want to admit that it’s him being soft on you.
there’s a lot of things he likes to push aside when it comes to you, mainly the quiet voice in his head that screams how fast he’s falling for you.
as you sleep in his arms, he’s half-awake, looking at your rested face as your chest rises with your soft breaths.
he stares for way too long, admiring your features, and imagining how it may feel kissing your lips just this once—something he swore he wouldn’t do when the two of you began this special arrangement together.
he freezes when you turn away from his gaze, snuggling your back against his muscular chest as you fall into deep sleep.
his arms pull you tighter against him in a quiet possession, only then does he fall asleep once he secures you to close the distance he once established.
the morning arrives bleakly—and to your surprise—you find hwangyeon snoring loudly against your ear, hugging you tightly in his grasp. the scene is almost domestic, as if you two were a married couple who spends their mornings with the other’s presence.
the moment you sit up, his arm wraps around your waist, and he mumbles quietly, “go back to sleep…”
you look at his sleeping form, rubbing your eyes as you nudge his cheek, “why are you still here? it’s not like you.” you admit softly, and he hums in his low, deep voice that was hushed against your ear last night.
over the next few days, you slowly notice a pattern, a pattern you wish to not acknowledge just yet for the sake of your heart.
his texts start to drift out of simply asking you to meet for sex. sometimes, he asks you random questions like what he should eat for dinner, or which shirt he should pick for a boy's night out.
it’s everything in the world he could’ve decided himself, but he turned it into an opportunity to talk to you at any time of the day instead of the usual 9pm text.
hwangyeon subconsciously chooses to be close to you in every way possible. he never leaves early in the morning now, always sleeping in with you tangled in the crumpled hotel bedsheets like you’re meant to be.
his texts become never-ending, with him rambling about his annoying brother and expecting you to soothe him like a little child. you notice that he starts to become comfortable around you, bringing out the playful, boy-ish side of him.
you provided the comfort he rarely received during his childhood, and that made him lovesick for you.
instead of meeting at the hotel like usual, he begins to pick you up at your house before driving there—yet another strategy to spend more time with you.
the drives are often quiet in a calm silence, with the occasional “did you eat?” coming from him. he learns that you don’t, and he frowns in that moment.
soon after that, he starts buying food for you based on what you told him in your conversations. by the time you two reach the hotel room, you’re overcome by food coma, crashing on the bed the moment your body touches the mattress.
this happens one, too many times, and he always laid beside you, accompanying you for the night even with no sex involved.
now, your relationship with him is confusing, unable to be put into words.
you two rarely have sex now, meeting up for random activities instead like window shopping or walking around the nearby park by the river. over time, he can no longer physically hide his affection for you, driven by the need to confess how much you mean to him, and how badly he wants you to be his girl.
for someone who used to be so rough with you in bed, he really softened too much, grinning like an idiot upon hearing your reciprocating words in response to his confession.
i hope everyone's doing well even though the windbreaker community is literally dead, life has been pretty hectic lately (for me at least). but amidst the demands, i find myself wanting to reread windbreaker, even though theres no ending (so whats the point right??!). you can thank my tiktok fyp for showing me more wb content this past month, its safe to say im influenced, especially by vinny's attractiveness.
anyways, im gonna reread it and see where it gets me, maybe i'll even be inspired to upload again, who knows. i'll probably lean towards smaus because those are fun to make. by the way, ive been rereading my past works lately and holy shit i keep getting second hand embarrassment. i cant believe i wrote all that filth, but i still see people actively liking my works, so thanks for that ><
thats all i wanted to say, take it with a pinch of salt though, and have a great day/night! 🤍
synopsis. wooin uses his birthday privileges on you
content. MDNI. heavy smut, established rs, (really bad) dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), riding, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n. umm i dont rlly have anything to say lol. happy belated bday wooin ♡
being the birthday boy meant having birthday privileges, at least that was what came out of wooin’s mouth when you asked him about his birthday.
“you know, you should totally let me do whatever i want for the next 24 hours.”
“you sound like a child, woo.” you retorted, snuggling closer to him as he pulled you closer beside him. his arm draped over your shoulders, squishing the flesh of your arm lazily.
nights with him were always peaceful, not until the two of you found yourselves entangled in each other's bodies—desperately seeking for contact—but that was for another day, right?
moments later, your boyfriend would be turning older. his birthday should be a special occasion, not just spent like every other day of the year.
as the clock struck midnight, his phone immediately lit up with two notifications coming in from the sabbath crew groupchat.
you peek from your side, watching him reply to his birthday messages from joker and hyuk like it was nothing. you’ve met the two before; they were intimidating but still had their manners, especially the blue-haired guy.
to see them remember your boyfriend’s birthday warmed your heart, it goes to show how close the three are. however, that’s all he received at the moment, nothing else.
as wooin placed his phone on the nightstand, he turned to face you, holding your face like you were his prized possession.
“baby, guess what day it is.”
you sighed into a soft laughter, smiling as you wished, “happy birthday, you dummy.”
he cracked into a smirk before he closed in on you, guiding your face into a soft kiss that turned hungry within fractions of a second.
his lips moved with intent as his hand snaked from your jawline down your chest, touching you with ease. you pulled away first, catching your breath between your shiny lips.
he admired your flushed face, his eyes zeroing into the way your lips parted; swollen and wanting more.
“will you grant me my birthday wish tonight?” he asked, standing up from the bed as he removed his shirt.
you loved his body, a shame he always hid it under baggy clothes, but that meant it was for your eyes only.
“what do you wish for?” you watched as he approached you, spreading your legs open effortlessly before smacking your ass playfully.
“i wanna eat this cake right here.”
he said it like he meant business, but you bursted out laughing at his words.
“you’re ruining the mood, idiot.” you replied in between your laughs, wiping off the stray tear from your eye.
“come on, i’m serious. ‘wanna devour that, devour you.”
he stroked your inner thigh, his fingers making their way beneath your sleep shorts to meet your panties.
“is that seriously your wish? we do it almost… everytime we meet.”
“but it’s different. it’s my birthday, remember?”
he removed your shorts smoothly, tossing it onto the floor as his eyes caught the wet spot that formed on your panties.
“didn’t you say i ruined the mood? what’s this then, hm?”
his index pressed against the spot, rubbing it teasingly as the fabric dampens even more from his touch.
“shut up and just get on with it…”
“my pleasure.”
he tugged your panties down and hooked your legs over his shoulders, dipping his head down onto your slick core.
your boyfriend may not have a way with words, but fuck, he certainly puts that mouth to good use.
the way his split tongue danced across your clit drove you insane, making your thighs quiver in surrender. not to mention his damned tongue piercing; the steel ball brushed just nicely in your walls, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
it felt rushed, desperate, eager, and you came before you knew it. after giving your pussy a few—almost reverent—licks after your first orgasm (of the night), he tugged you closer, his hands grabbing on your soft thighs.
he pressed his erection against your pussy deliberately, grinding his hips playfully as he spoke. “baby, i wanna see you ride me.”
you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, your orgasm almost putting you to sleep.
“tired already? it’s only been ten minutes.” he smirked, removing his boxers to reveal his painful hard-on.
“can’t you just fuck me normally?”
“aww, but it’s my birthday.”
you groaned internally, sitting up on the bed as you watched him lean against the headboard. he pat his thighs teasingly, as if you were a dog that was asked to sit.
and so, you did, rightfully on his lap.
your pussy lined against his cock, his leaking tip brushing over your clit. “no condom?”
“you already know what my answer is, baby.”
“you’re annoying.”
“and you love it.”
he grabbed your ass (or cake) as he watched you sink down onto his cock, the familiar warmth immediately earning a low breath from him.
“move, baby. i’m trying my best not to fuck you stupid right now.”
you listened, pawing his abs as you moved up and down on him. you bit your lip, the stretch and the way his tip hit your insides rendered you speechless.
“oh fuck- baby, you’re doing so well for me.” his eyes never left your body, watching his cock disappear into your pussy at a consistent pace.
his hands traveled onto your tits, lifting your shirt up and teasing them both. you finally caved in, moaning out loud as he latched his mouth onto your nipple, biting the sensitive flesh before sucking and rolling his tongue on it.
your hips moved faster in a frenzy, chasing the warmth and arousal that pooled within you. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him as you grinded on him with a cry.
“haah, ‘gonna come–!”
“come for me, baby. shit– you’re perfect.”
you rested your head against his shoulder, moving your hips in desperation as you chased your orgasm.
with a loud, choked whimper, your body stilled, your pussy squeezing his cock through your orgasm. for a moment, he gave you a breather, petting down your soft hair before whispering in your ear,
“i’m not done yet, though.”
immediately, his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against your back, smirking at your startled expression. he began to thrust up, finally moving to satisfy himself as he cursed softly.
“fuck– so tight f’me, huh?” he watched as your tits bounced through your tank top before paying attention to your overwhelmed face.
and fuck, that spurred him on.
he moved with urgency yet precision, hitting your sweet spot painfully good. your words became incoherent, reduced to moans and whimpers that fell sweetly on his ears.
your pussy clenched again, impending a third orgasm that he immediately clocked onto as he used his free hand to rub your clit. you leaned forward, trying to escape his touch, but it resulted in a bearhug instead as he bounced you on his cock.
“gonna come inside you– fuck, baby.”
in hurried thrusts and deep groans, his cum shot into your walls, creaming your pussy white and slick.
he moved slower with each passing second before pulling out of you, catching his own breath. you collapsed onto the bed, your body shivering as you felt his cum drip out of your pussy.
your hands covered your eyes, but he pried them away slowly before meeting your lips in a soft, appreciative kiss.
“let’s take a bath together, yeah?” he suggested, and you nodded with a small smile.
“don’t wanna wash my icing off this cake though…”
you covered your face in feigned annoyance, hiding your uncontrollable smile beneath your hands. “just shut up and carry me to the bathroom already.”
Though I'm not the only one. Imo, @i-nssomniia @zyart-jpg @pantheonofbeauty @owenight also deserve appreciation right now. I wouldn't have any motivation to post if they also weren't engaging and posting yk!
Also, I'm so glad you're back queen<3 I missed you so much!
YES DEFINITELY (omfg i had a stroke trying to spell that). thank u amazing ppl for keeping the fandom somewhat alive... we may be on the gurney but we still breathing 💯
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