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• fanfics of ur faves without using y/n • boygroup sfw + nsfw ii

[imaginidol]

Updated MUST READ intro!!

Current status as of 21 Oct 2023: SORRY I HAVENT POSTED ANYTHING YALL I AM BACK IN SCHOOLLL 😭😭😭😭😭

My writing tips here!! (What works for me)

I dont use y/n. unless explicitly asked for in a request, I try not to use pronouns for you, either, so you’ll be commonly referred to as “love, my love, dear,” etc. my smuts are all fem assumed! taking any bg requests :)! If I have no requests I’ll keep posting whatever stories I can come up with for now 😭💗 if you have questions about old requests/pt. 2 fics PLEASE ask! chances are I’ve put them in an indefinite pause or I may need motivation/reminders to finish them for you! this blog is YOURS :)

nsfw/sfw MUST READ!!:

for requests, I will post your anon question with a link to the fic, and the fic will have a link to your request. I would encourage you read the linked requests if you want a summary/idea of what the sfw/nsfw fic will be about! (I only just started doing this so my older stuff doesnt have my usual pattern of linking both requests and fics to each other, so this is more so for the newer ones)

I think I'll have an indented sentence at the start of any fics that DO mention nsfw (and any author's notes that i leave are usually written in blue, see example on top of this post); other than that i believe anything that doesn't explicitly have a warning for nsfw should all be pretty sfw.

Although I don’t normally post nsfw and most of my stuff is sfw, i do this for fun so i'm not gonna be too strict on what you can/can't request bc it all helps me learn how to write more anyway lol

Lastly I don’t have a master list, I just kinda post and call it a day 😭 but I believe you’ll find some ateez, exo, txt, taemin, monsta x, skz, enhypen, maddox, and maybe a few more that i can’t name off the top of my head 😭

here’s some of my popular fics :)

Sfw: Mingi • San • Hongjoong

Nsfw: Yunho: Table Manners • Hongjoong: The Dressing Room • San: Making Choices

moodboards: I.M • I.M 2

my personal faves: mingi (nsfw) • wooyoung (nsfw)• baekhyun (sfw)

Thank you for stopping by and being as delusional as I am <3

-ii

[imaginidol]

On the Run -- Luigi Mangione

this one's not spicy it's just normal mode i'll do a spicy prison one shot tomorrow lmaoooo

“Excuse me, miss,” you feel someone lightly brush against your arm swiftly behind you.

“You’re fine—,” you turn around to move, but there’s no one there.

Confused, you look both ways, squinting before brushing off the odd interaction.

Some people. Always in a hurry.

You turn your attention back to the ATM in front of you, inserting your PIN and proceeding with your withdrawal transaction. For a few minutes you fidgeted around the machine, pondering on the amount you wanted to withdraw in cash.

Unbeknownst to you, another set of eyes also made their way onto the screen in front of you. A tall, dark figure loomed over your shoulder. While you couldn’t see them, you most definitely felt their presence.

Peeking towards your right corner through your peripheral vision, you made out a pair of black leather boots at your side.

[TRANSACTION SUCCESSFUL]

You clutched the buttons of your beige raincoat, swiftly reaching your hand in front of the machine as it sputtered exactly four hundred dollars.

What the f—

Before you could do anything more, you felt the sudden tight grip of a cold leather glove clench your jaw shut from behind. Your body tensed up as you struggled to reach your arms to your mouth, but the person behind you was much quicker, much larger, and much crueler.

“LET GO—,” you tried to scream, but half of your words were muffled, your face immediately burning up and the pit of your stomach dropping to a fear of uncertainty.

The figure grumbled and grunted against your back as you felt his large hands prying your cold fingers away from your money and trying to latch your wrists onto a pair of handcuffs.

The struggle was becoming increasingly difficult, and for a moment you considered the dangerous alternatives that could result if you kept resisting.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF THEM!”

You collapsed onto the pavement once you felt the larger man’s body stiffen and fall over. For a moment, the world became a blur as adrenaline shot through your body. Behind you, it seems that someone else had thrown themselves onto your attacker. You scrambled to your knees, frantically collecting the four crumpled hundreds off the floor and stuffing them deep into your boot socks. Behind you, you heard the commotion of two men now wrestling each other, and for a split moment decided you’d go back to help the man who had helped you.

“I got it, don’t come to me; RUN!”

You obeyed the man’s voice and sprinted down the street, hoping to find the nearest populated area to call for help. Behind you, you heard the echoing sound of screams and struggle, and before you could turn back, the man who had ambushed your attacker had already sped up to you and pushed you into an alleyway.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me,” you shivered, covering your face and crouching to your knees.

“Are you okay?” the voice of the person seemed soothing, almost familiar.

“I’m okay, I think,” you looked up from the floor, holding your hands over your cheeks.

“Okay, that’s good. You can’t stay here.”

You looked behind him, seeing as he was now covering the entrance to the alleyway.

“That guy attacked me—I didn’t even think it was gonna happen—I didn’t—”

“I’m sorry,” the man said, crouching down to your level. “He wasn’t after you. He was after me.”

“After… you?”

He leveled his eyes to yours, and in an instant, he pulled down the face mask that was covering the rest of his face.

Your expression dropped cold as the international face of the New American Revolution stood in front of you: Luigi Mangione.

“I’m Luigi. I’ve been getting followed by the NYPD for a few nights now, and I had suspected that that man was onto me when I noticed him a few blocks back. I guess he mistook our coats and beanies. It looks like… we are dressed similar.”

“Oh,” you didn’t know what else to say, starstruck by the clean, chiseled features that made up the fearless boy’s face.

Suddenly, he turned at the sound of blasting sirens flying down the road from where you were both hiding.

“Fuck,” Luigi muttered, pulling his face mask over. “Follow me, and be quiet.”

“Wait,” you sputtered, tumbling behind him as he gripped his strong hand against yours.

“I said keep quiet,” he hissed, and pulled you through a tunnel of what seemed like endless alleyways, empty building lots, and old yards.

Eventually, you made it to an abandoned office building, and he pushed you through a broken windowpane to get inside.

“Luigi,” you whispered, “the man back there… did you kill him?”

He smiled.

“I’d never hurt a good soul.”

“What?”

“Relax,” he said, “I held him down and put him in his own handcuffs.”

“Thank you, Luigi. I’ll go back and report him to the station and say I reacted in self-defense, then. And he can get in trouble for mistaking me for… you.”

“No, save yourself the trouble, they’ll never do shit to him.”

“But he attacked me?!”

“And you’re nobody to them, no offense. Unless you’re at the top of the food chain, you could get attacked like that on any normal Tuesday and the justice system will never bat an eye.”

You both sat in silence, the sounds of police sirens wailing far off in the distance and fading down south.

“Oh,” you whisper.

You turn at the sound of his flinching, and notice he’s holding onto his lower back in agony.

“Did he hurt you?!”

“I’ll be okay,” he said, rubbing his muscles and groaning quietly.

“He did hurt you,” you said, reaching into your coat pocket to pull out a mini water bottle. You offered it to the boy in front of you, a subtle but gentle motion to show him that you were on his side, as he was on yours.

“Thank you,” he smiled, but gently returning it back into your palm. “You keep this, you need it more than I do.”

You opened the bottle and held it up to him again. “We’ll share.”

He smiled, and he accepted a drink of your water.

“I have a plan,” you said, looking back into the night sky outside. “Maybe I should go back and insist that it was me who wrestled my attacker and put him in his own handcuffs. He will insist it’s you, but I can say that it was another woman bystander who interfered and helped me out.

“They’re never gonna believe you,” he chuckled, wiping your lips of their smudged rose Vaseline tint that had gotten messy from the earlier struggle.

“No, it might not, but it’ll buy you time to get away.”

He looked up, and in the glorious light of the moonlight, he smirked.

“It’s so stupid that it just might work,” he whispered.

You nodded at each other and got back on your feet, ready to take on the next sudden events that would undoubtedly have your face plastered all over the news by tomorrow morning.

“Where are you going next? Do you have a plan?” You looked at Luigi once more before he turned back towards the shattered windowpane that you both snuck in through.

“Don’t worry about me, stranger,” he insisted, leaning in close to you and pressing his cool, soft lips suddenly against yours. In a brisk, heartfelt moment, you felt yourself kissing him back before he pulled back and hit you a wink that could kill bad souls.

“I’ve always got a plan.”

[imaginidol]

what do we think of a luigi mangione one shot

[imaginidol]

Heyy how you doing????? I miss your writtings 😭

What’s your posting schedule??

Heyyy!!!

I MISS WRITING FOR YALL TOO :(((

As of now I don't have a set schedule since school is kicking me in the butt!! However I'll start setting aside at least 10-15 mins every day to write more for yall and restart all/most requests since the ones I have aren't so recent anymore :(

So with that being said, please send requests/ideas after this post (2 Oct 2023) and I will officially begin to write again, even if I post once or twice(ish) a week!

THANK YALL FOR STICKING AROUND :((( ILL BE BACK SOOOON!

[imaginidol]

Where are u? U ok??

I miss you writtings😭🫶🏼

HI ANON HI YES OK UPDATE:

GUYS I STARTED SCHOOL AGAIN

I MISS YALL SO MUCHHHHHH

I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS TOO I FEEL SO BAD BC I GET SO BUSY, BUT I WILL TRY MY BEST TO IMPLEMENT WRITING BACK INTO MY DAILY SCHEDULE!!!!

OKOK HOW ARE YALL????????? IMISS YALL SO MUCHHHH

[imaginidol]

HELP I AM BACKED UP ON REQUESTS I HAVENT FORGOTTEN YALL I WILL GET TO THEM ALL SOON

[imaginidol]

Hi! im new around here and i am IN LOVE with your writing!

i had an idea for a fic and i would literally melt if you wrote it

hear me out.

boxer wooyoung who is pissed off after a match lost

i dont care what the plot is but im so feral for this man 🫣🫣

HI ANONNNN!!!! BRO I'VE BEEN EXCITEDLY WAITING TO GET TO THIS REQUEST BC IM SO FERAL FOR ATEEZ

I've written this for you here!!

Thank you for the request this is SO up my ally and SO SO CREATIVE. PLEASE request more 👁👁

I will continue posting more of my requests as I'm almost catching up to all of them. In the meantime, feel free to request anything else if you'd like!!

[imaginidol]

Wooyoung: The Boxing Match

!!mentions of nsfw!! 18+ !! do NOT interact if you’re not comfortable with smut!! thank you for the fun request!! pls feel free to send more, as this was really creative and interesting to figure out!! if you’re interested, i have a hongjoong ver. smut, san ver. smut, mingi ver. smut, yunho ver. smut, jongho ver. smut and i will have more up soon and updated here as i finish the requests!!

“Fuck,” Wooyoung irritatingly threw his training towel over his forehead as he took a swig of his water bottle, avoiding the large screen in front of him as it repeatedly flashed the final results of tonight’s boxing match.

Kim Yugyeom v. Jung Wooyoung

12 Rounds @ Olympic Gymnast Arena

Scorecard: 112-110 | 110-110 | 120-107

Wooyoung crushed his water bottle and tossed it into a trash can, making his way to the backstage locker room as his team trailed behind him, patting him down with more towels and offering him more water.

It goes without saying that the boy was beyond pissed at his performance tonight. He sat alone at a bench and asked for space with a few minutes to cool down, to which his team deliberately agreed.

“Wooyoung,” Yugyeom walks up to the boy and pats his opponent’s back, “you did well tonight. You’re getting so much better, don’t beat yourself over the results.”

I won’t beat myself up over it ‘cause you already did me that favor, Wooyoung curses quietly to himself, nodding at his winning opponent.

“Thanks. You did well,” he says, wanting to add more, though he knew nothing appropriate would come out of his mouth if he kept talking. He was too angry, felt too dispirited, and most definitely wanted to wipe the nasty smirk off Yugyeom’s face.

As soon as Yugyeom walked out of the locker room, Wooyoung lunged himself forward and punched a wall pad in resentment.

“FUCK,” he shouted, ripping his handwraps off with immense aggravation and wanting nothing more than to go home and take a long, quiet shower.

—

Scorching drops of hot water splashed against Wooyoung’s bare back as he attempted to relax under the steaming shower. His efforts were to no avail, as every time he closed his eyes he was met with the burning image of Yugyeom’s villainous simper in the boxing ring.

Of course, Yugyeom had been training far longer than Wooyoung, and even though Wooyoung’s growth and training with 1-on-1 opponents had made him a promising candidate against Yugyeom in a match, his stamina wasn’t nearly enduring at the level he’d hoped for during the last few rounds of their fight. It seemed as though Yugyeom’s stamina had strengthened towards the end, a skill or tactic that Wooyoung couldn’t yet wrap his head around.

Fuck this, Wooyoung turns his body towards the shower head, wanting to clear his mind off tonight’s events instead.

He outstretches one hand to lean against the white tile wall in front of him, hunching over to wrap the other around his meat.

—

You turn the key to Wooyoung’s apartment, hoping he’d be home by now. The last thing you wanted to do was remind him of tonight’s result, as you knew how much the sport meant to him. So, you intended to approach him cautiously so as to not trigger his disappointment.

“Wooyoung?” You walk through the apartment, but most of the lights are out.

Maybe he’s asleep, you think, placing a pint of his favorite ice cream inside the freezer. You start making your way to his room, but the lights in there are also out.

The only light effusing faintly through the room was coming from the restroom, and you could hear the sounds of the running shower echoing from behind the slightly-opened door.

Oh, he’s home, then, you think, almost smiling before realizing that there were more sounds coming from inside the restroom than just the running shower head.

Soft moans and grunts emitted from deep within Wooyoung’s throat, and you placed an ear closer to the door to make sure there wasn’t anyone else in there with him.

What am I doing? He wouldn’t cheat on me—

OOF!!

Wooyoung lets out a startled shriek as you stumble into the restroom floor, falling flat on your face after having tripped over some folded jeans and a belt in the dark.

“I’M SO SORRY,” you scramble back to your feet, lunging for the door and slamming it shut behind you.

“Babe? When’d you get here?” Wooyoung yells from inside as he turns off the shower head, wrapping a loose towel around his waist.

“I only just got here,” you say, hugging your knees as you crouched on the floor against the restroom door.

Behind you, Wooyoung opens the door and a hot cloud of steam emerges from behind him.

“What are you doing here so late!?” he smiles for the first time all night, pulling you up and hugging you from behind. “Shouldn’t you be home and asleep right now?”

Damp drops of his wet hair soak your cheek and shirt collar as he buries his head into your shoulder, planting soft and wet kisses against your neck.

“I couldn’t not see you tonight,” you say quietly.

“Right,” Wooyoung pauses, lifting his head back in a scoff as the unpleasant reminder of tonight’s match crosses his mind. “That fucker’s good, I can’t deny it.”

You felt Wooyoung shiver slightly as the steamed warmth of the restroom had begun to slowly fade away.

"Uhm, why don't you go ahead and finish your shower? Get your mind off things."

"Okay," he huffs, "but you're coming with me."

—

Wooyoung, ever so gently, cranks up the heated water temperature and throws a water-safe lubing tube aside before turning his body around to face you. His wet hair falls over his forehead, his eyes darkening in desperation at the sight of your naked body leaning against the wall.

He wraps his hands slowly around your waist, leaning his face in closer as he begins caressing his lips gently against yours. He trails his teeth slowly to your bottom lip, nibbling ever so slightly as the water progressively got warmer and warmer behind him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back as he trails kisses all over you. Soft gasps begin escaping your lips as you feel him lean his body weight against you, pinning your back further against the wall as his hardened cock poked itself between your thighs. You clutched onto the horizontal shower handle as Wooyoung carefully lifted you over it, groping your ass with both hands as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

For a few moments, you both remained comfortably in this position whilst making out longer, letting the hot water pour against your bodies as more and more steam fogged the air around you. You'd closed your eyes and let yourself be immersed by the feeling of his hot lips fighting to dominate yours, his tongue tracing and circling inside and around your mouth. He traced one hand against the outline of your ass to your waist, massaging his fingers gently around your nipple. You gasped at the sudden feel of his soft fingertips against your breasts, and your continuous soft moans only further hardened his already-erect cock.

He smiled into your mouth as he began gliding his hand back down to your abdomen, nudging gently against your clit as your moans progressively became more and more desperate for him.

"I might've not been able to win my boxing match," he whispers, "but I'll sure as hell make sure I dominate the fuck out of this one."

He pulls his fingers away from your clit and begins aligning his dick carefully with your entrance. You let out soft moans as the boy begins thrusting himself into you, experimenting with different speeds as your despairing cries begged for more. You clawed your fingernails deep into his back as the boy recklessly fucked you over and over, your insides heating up as the sounds of his desperate moans greeted your ears. The size of his cock was enough to make you want to scream at him to stop, but he just felt too fucking good pounding away like this when he was angry that you wouldn't dare yourself to give in.

"Fuck," he groans, lifting one of your legs up and over his shoulder as you safely clutched most of your weight against the shower handles. The boy tried desperately to hold in his grunts and groans, but with each deepening thrust, he kept flashing the stupid grin of Yugyeom's face in his mind, irking his anger more and more as he took it out on you. This resulted in a heated, rough fucking-session, and each impending whimper and scream from your mouth only made him want to push further.

In a sudden instant, he pulled out, making you whimper in slight frustration thinking he'd finished. But fuck no, he wasn't anywhere near done.

You switch positions, and now your body is turned at one end of the shower facing away from him, his hands wrapped around your stomach and your lower back as he breathes heavily into your ear.

"Bend for me," is all he says as you obediently hunch yourself forward, placing both your arms against the tub's edges as you feel his body weight leaning into your ass.

Once he's realigned to your entrance again, he assumes his reckless fucking as he starts hitting it from the back. With both hands groped tightly against your hips, the boy holds nothing back as he fucks into you at full throttle.

He's really fucking pissed. Also, you feel really fucking good as your velvety walls lurch around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck, babe," you whimper, holding back from letting your knees give in completely the moment he finds your G-spot. "Stay right there, fuck me right there."

The tempered boy starts panting harder with each deepening thrust, closing his eyes as his dampened bangs rocked back and forth against his forehead. He could feel the heated rush of pumping blood overwhelming every cell of his throbbing member. He leaned one arm forward against the wall, the other still wrapped tightly against your ass.

You let out a final, pleasurable cry as your boyfriend triggers a hot, gratifying orgasm, your knees buckling in place as you bent and rested your face over your folded arms against the tub's edge. His groans were not far from yours as he concentrated on reaching his climax next. Finally, his knees weaken at the feel of his cum shooting through and out of your walls, a final victory that he could satisfyingly consider bringing home for the night.

"Fuck," he says, pulling you up as you rested your head against his shoulder, hot water splashing delightfully against your bodies.

"You're good at fucking people up," you smile as he bends over to leave hot, gentle kisses over your gaped mouth.

"Nah," he smiles, "I'm just good at fucking you."

—

One gentler shower later, you both cuddled under Wooyoung's covers feeling fresher and more satisfied after the night's better outcomes.

"Wooyoung?" you look up under your hair towel as he leaves gentle kisses against your forehead. "Would you ever have a re-match with Yugyeom?"

"Hmm," he smiles, toying with a finger gently against your stomach, "I don't know yet."

"I think you should," you declare.

"I don't always have to win. I have to learn to accept defeat, too," he smiles.

"Oh," you say, intertwining your fingers around his. "I hope you lose a lot more, then."

"Why would you say that?" he furrows his brows in annoyance.

"Because I like the way you fuck me when you're mad," you smirk.

"Believe me," he giggles, sinking his face into your neck, "I'll try not to lose too many matches to keep you safe, then."

You both soon fell asleep, Wooyoung satisfied with the thought that at the very least, there was one thing that even a great boxer like Yugyeom couldn't ever take away from him.

You.

[imaginidol]

Heyy!! Can i get a headcanon with Sehun’s reaction to the reader when she says: “when you come back after the military service, we should have a baby”

Thx 🙏🏼

HEYY ANONNN!!

This is actually a really cute request hehe, i couldn’t help but write something short for you here!!

Thank you for the request!!! I actually really love/ult exo. <3 Pls feel free to send more, I will get back to ALL requests soon!!

[imaginidol]

Sehun: Wait For Me!

"You're gonna wait for me?" Sehun gently placed a kiss on your head as you scooted closer to his body. You were both cuddling against the couch and watching a movie together, one of the many intimate and loving moments you wanted to share before he'd be dispatched to the military soon.

"I'll wait for you," you grin, looking up at him. "You'll still talk to me when you're big and buff, right? I bet you're gonna have everyone's attention by then," you tease.

"Shhh," he giggles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. "I'll come back and I'm still gonna be yours."

He lifts his face and starts leaving soft kisses on your jaw, trailing them all the way to your mouth. You smile into his lips, caressing his face as you immerse yourself into the intimate moment.

You were going to miss this boy. You were going to miss his scent, the feel of his kisses all over your body, the way he hugged you and dipped his head into your neck, all of it.

Two days. Two days and you'll be off.

Of course, you'd be able to see him again once he settled to a decent military service schedule, but it was his absence for the incoming bootcamp period (and throughout the longer span of the next two years) that you weren't ready for.

"Sehun," you whisper, pulling back from him, "do you really think we'll be together after two years?"

"Yes," he smiles, "I'm sure of it. Wait for me, I'll wait for you."

Suddenly, a devious thought crosses your mind.

"When you come back," you say, "you're gonna be real hot. Like, more than you already are."

He scoffs.

"What if I couldn't hold back and made you a dad when you got back?"

"What?" Sehun's eyes widen at the sudden request, and he straightens himself up in front of you. "Did you just say--"

You giggle and shove your head under the blanket, nudging yourself into his chest as he desperately tried to bring you out.

"No, wait, ask me again, I didn't get that," he says, and you finally pop back out from under the blanket.

"What did I say?" you tease.

"You're gonna make me a dad when I get back!?"

"I said that?"

"C'mon, don't play with me," he giggled as a smile beamed across his face.

"When you come back," you whisper, "I'll find a way to surprise you."

"I have to wait until I get back?" he groaned, pinching your cheek.

"Hmm," you think, "I could maybe promise you one more thing."

"And what's that?"

"A going-away surprise, something for you to remember me by."

Sehun starts laughing, hugging you tighter.

"Yeah? When am I gonna get that? I leave in like, almost two days!"

"Hmm," you ponder, planting a kiss against his cheek, "I'll let you make that call."

"Say less," he says, throwing himself over you and carrying you bridal-style back to your bedroom as the sounds your laughs echo throughout the living. You both leave to your surprise-filled intimacy, not bothering to find the remote and turn the television off.

[imaginidol]

HELP ME WHY ARE MY SMUTS ALMOST AT 1K NOTES IT'S BEEN LIKE 3 DAYS SINCE I POSTED THEM

AND WHY IS MY INBOX FILLED WITH MORE SMUT REQS (i will GLADLY write these for yall give me one more day to catch up heheheheeh)

it’s giving:

[imaginidol]

A late nigh drive with Sehun in his ferrari f8😍

Hi anon!!! AHH I LIKE THIS REQUEST THANK YOU!!!

I have written this for you here!! Though I'm definitely coming back to this prompt and I'll write something with more members in the future hehe

While I am getting to all requests soon, feel free to send in more ideas if you'd like anything more!!

[imaginidol]

Sehun: Late Night Drive

"This can't be good," you mutter as Sehun excitedly leads you to your parking lot where he's parked his voguish Ferrari F8.

"Ta-da!" the boy proudly takes his hands off your eyes to reveal a very glossy, very sexy car.

"You got it detailed!?" you stand over the hood in awe, flashing your phone light against the car's clean finish.

"Yeah, do you wanna go out for a ride?"

"A ride!? Where? It's almost midnight," you scoff.

"So? We'll go to Junmyeon's place. He won't care," he says as he eagerly opens your side of the door for you.

You hesitantly hop inside, seeing as how your boyfriend was too excited to drive around with you to wait until another day.

It was, in fact, a better time to drive around right now than doing so in broad daylight. There'd be less risks of having any cameras on you, and Junmyeon would have to let you both into his place whether he liked it or not, so why not?

"Drive safely, though," you lean over the middle compartment and place a hand against Sehun's cheek, turning him to face you as you planted a gentle kiss against his lips.

"Don't worry," he giggles, "your safety is my priority."

Not more than ten minutes later, you find yourself in the middle of an otherwise empty highway, and Sehun is slowly increasing the speed of the car.

"Sehun," you clutch your seat belt and grab the side of the car, "you're going...so...FAST!!"

Sehun smirks, bringing the car to almost 100 MPH.

The loud sound of the car's raging engine fills the highway as the boy excitedly swerves to the farthest left lane, the fast lane. He passes a few cars as they honk at him angrily, but he seems to be very comfortable and in-control behind the wheel.

"SEHUN!!"

You shriek in fright and excitement as the boisterous boy laughs at you, but eventually he slows the car back down to the speed limit.

"Sehun, you're so annoying," you say, turning your knees and body away from him.

"C'mon, I'm a good driver," he smirks, turning to you. You instead cross your arms and ignore him.

"You don't trust my driving?" he reaches over and places a hand gently against your thigh, and you really can't ignore him when he's this gentle.

"You worry me when you drive like that," you say, placing your hands above his. "Just be safe."

"Fine, I won't do that anymore," he says, placing his hand over yours and bringing them both on top of the gear shift.

"You know," you say, turning sharply towards him, "you drove like that a little too comfortably. What have you been doing with this car in your free time!?"

He smirks and bites his lower lip, turning his attention to the road in front of him.

"Sehun!"

"Alright, okay, I admit, I like driving fast," he says slyly.

"Yeah, I almost didn't notice," you roll your eyes. "What's the fastest you've gone, anyway?"

"Only 130 MPH," he says, almost defeated.

"SEHUN!!!"

He giggled some more and wraps his hand tight around yours.

"I won't drive fast again," he says.

"You better promise me that!"

The boy smiles, not saying anything.

"Promise me!"

"I promise I won't drive stupidly fast," he says, blowing you a kiss.

At the very least, deep deep down, he loved you enough to mean it.

[imaginidol]

sometimes i go back to re-read what i've posted and realize there's a billion grammar mistakes and typos and awkward sentences that i somehow missed. anyways sorry guys, i always edit these little things but idk if they're carried over when someone reblogs 🤡

AT LEAST IM AWARE

...back to the drafts i go

[imaginidol]

One with Taemin with the quote: “maybe we are meant to be, right person, wrong time” and after years of broken up, him realizing they’re not going back, also because the reader is dating someone else (she’s also a famous singer)

Thanks☺️

Hi anonnie!!

Thank you for the request!! I love angsty things like this!

I've written this for you here!

While I am a bit backed up with requests, I'll get to all of them one by one!! Thank you again and pls feel free to request anything more!

[imaginidol]

Taemin: “Maybe we are meant to be… right person, wrong time…”

I need a coffee, Taemin thought as he made his way to the closest convenience store from the SME building.

He had a dark hoodie draped over his head in hopes of remaining as low-profile as possible. The boy was too indulged into his phone as he entered the small store that he clumsily bumped into someone as they were making their way out.

"Oof," he gasps as he realizes that the other person he'd bumped into was also there for a coffee, but it had now spilled all over their hoodie as well.

"I'm so sorry, I--I didn't see you," Taemin starts to apologize, but upon making eye contact, he sees that the person he'd bumped into was you.

"Taemin," you smile, pulling your hoodie up, "that's alright, I wasn't paying attention, either."

Taemin reaches for the coffee counter and pulls a few napkins, patting down the spilt coffee on your sweater with little success of removing it.

"At least it was iced coffee," he mumbled nervously.

"Thank you, Taemin," you giggled, and let him walk you back to the coffee counter to prepare you another.

"Must be a slow day," he smiled as he handed you your new drink. "Are you preparing for anything?"

"A comeback EP," you smiled, "and I assume you're here getting coffee for the same reasons?"

"Yeah," he nods, placing a lid on his beverage.

The nervous boy was embarrassed about meeting you again like this, but part of him was also secretly thankful that you both had, quite literally, run into each other for the first time again in a long time.

Yes, you both worked in the same building, but your floors were at completely opposite ends of the building, and you'd made no effort to reach out to each other again until fate brought you back together. He'd occasionally see you in the lobby or walking into the elevator, but the conversations were only Hello's and Good Night's, never elevating to anything more.

"Want to walk back together?" you ask as he finishes the payment for both your coffees.

"Sure," he smiles, and you both drape your hoodies back over your heads as you began walking back to the building.

"How've... how've you been?" he asks, taking slow sips of his drink.

"I've been well," you say quietly, fidgeting with your straw.

Seeing and hearing Taemin again was, to say the least, bittersweet. Your past relationship was still very dear to you, and he still very much thought of you, even now.

You and Taemin had grown one of the purest friendships when you'd first met, and talking to him more had made you realize he was very different in all the ways you loved. His outlook on life was always so interesting to hear, and his take on music was always so unique. He was respectful, he loved helping you with music and the art of dance, and he was most definitely the kind of person you could truthfully look forward to being around, with all the spontaneity that came with his personality.

You were his complementing opposite. You listened to him and observed his perceptions on life, art, music, dance, and so much more. He grew to like that you really listened to him and added to what he had to offer. He loved the way you could hold profound conversations while at once be comfortable with his playful side. You could challenge his thoughts and offer your own unique takes on any given subject. He liked that he had someone who ultimately had a passion for art of all kinds, just like him.

If only we weren't so childish, you thought, reminiscing on the moments you and Taemin had decided to break up. There was always non-stop arguing over relationship priorities and schedules, being insecure with each other's friendships with other people, and ultimately, neither could handle the stress anymore and decided it was best to break up.

But that was years ago.

"Are we cool?"

You immediately stop in your tracks as your thoughts are interrupted by Taemin's sudden question.

"What?"

"Uhm," the boy fidgets with his straw, taking a pause to breath before he asks again, "are we... you know... okay with each other?"

"Why do you ask?"

The boy sighs, turning to face you. "It's been years since our breakup. But I still feel... tension."

"Oh," you say, looking down at your coffee. "I didn't mean to come off as awkward," you say, "but I... I would be open to start over."

"Start over?"

"Well, as new friends," you pause, meeting his eyes, "we can put our relationship in the past and leave it there, for good. I wouldn't want to be half-cool, half-awkward with you anymore."

"I wouldn't want that, either," he says, offering you a gentle smile. "I'd be okay with starting over. I like to think I'm not so... childish, anymore. Not in the way that I used to be."

You smile, and you both continue your way back to the building.

"Would you want to get coffee again?" Taemin asks as you both walk into the SME lobby.

You can feel your heartstrings tugging gently at his words, eager to say yes.

"Of course, when would you wanna go again?"

"Tomorrow?"

You smile as the boy's eyes light up, wanting to desperately wake up tomorrow to talk and formally catch up again.

But suddenly, you remembered that you already had another compromise at hand.

"I can't tomorrow, I'm busy," you sigh, "...with my fiancé."

Taemin's micro expressions are subtle, but you can tell instantly that he isn't so enthusiastic anymore.

She moved on.

Taemin nods, and with a slight bow, says he has to go.

"Maybe whenever you're free, then, let me know and we could invite him, too," he says, and after a quick good-bye, makes his way to the elevator.

You quietly walk back to your meeting room, thinking back on the what-if's of you and Taemin's what-could-have-been future.

Taemin, alone in the elevator, stares mindlessly into the wall, trying not to let his sudden emotions get the best of him.

She's moved on. Maybe I should, too.

As he walks out the elevator and makes his way back to his recording room, you sit in a chair several floors below and prepare yourself for the meeting with your team that is about to ensue.

Both of you work diligently the rest of the day, but also can't help thinking about what each other could've been if your relationship had survived the worst.

If only relationships could always work out. If only 'right person, wrong time' didn't always have to be the reason behind many could've-been-nice relationships.

If only your fiancé was more like Taemin.

If only your fiancé was Taemin.

If that was the case, could you still have been happier?

[imaginidol]

Hi again! I’m the anon person that sent you the Mingi and backup dancer request and lemme just say you did it AMAZINGLY I had an amazing time reading it so tysm for making my first request memorable!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽 ik this is anonymous but I don’t want you to just call me anonie cuz that’s lowkey awkward 😭 so just call me Lorrie cuz that’s my nickname.

Anyways! Onto the request, I was thinking about the reader (fem) be an ATINY that was at a concert yknow, living her best life, screaming her heart out, then Jongho noticing her scream his name among the crowd cuz she’s got a front row floor seat (rich af much?) and after the concert was over and she was getting ready to leave a staff member comes up to her and tells her to come with them then once they get backstage they have her sign an NDA and then take her to a room where Jongho is waiting for her on a chair and ofc she freaks out but in her head and stays sorta calm, but her and Jongho end up chatting it up and getting to know each other but then chats turn into flirts…and flirts turn into fucking.. 🤭 then Jongho ends up saying he saw something in her tonight and would like to spend more time with her and maybe in the long run make her his girlfriend… 🫣❤️

Hi Lorrie!! THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS THEY'VE BEEN ALL SO FUNNN!!!

this was def fun to write and I have it for you here!! these requests are SO interesting to me whether they're nsfw/sfw!! Please feel free to request more if you'd like :D (i'm getting to all requests soon so bear with me if I take a bit longer to post)

(also side note: i nickname yall 'anon'/'anonnie' but if anyone else wants to give me a nickname or emoji for them instead i'd be so cool with it!! As for me you can call me ii since that's the nickname i've decided to go by:) )