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kara. she/her. 20s. also @jebewonmorelike 🥰
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latest works:
***NEW: 3/16/26: the 2025 MOMMAE awards (gender neutral idol!reader gets revenge on gunwook)
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12/3/25: n. n. n. - a ltd. series: race to the finish line (gender neutral reader); n. n. n. - a ltd. series: the winner; the end (only read when ready for reveal, app link)
10/28/25: n. n. n. - a ltd. series (eight idiots challenge each other to no nut november. who will win the grand prize? will be updated in real time throughout the month!)
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10/23/25: puppies (femmemommy!reader deals with her adorable, yet disobedient puppies, ft. hao and hanbin)
wip:
current emoji anons: 🍓, 🦢, 🎻, 🪼, 🪐, bambi
you can send me an ask or ideas if you like— i'll definitely reply but i can't guarantee i'll fulfill "requests"... ya girl is busy lol.
im sooo excited for puppies 2 whenever ur up for it.. im so jealous that should be Me
yup ughhh, you’re so right like what a fantastic life that would be 😭 i’ve been wanting to finish that one up lately so as soon as i can, i’ll get on it. finishing some school work this week, but hopefully i can get it up in the next couple weeks 💕
I really loved Gunwook's fic. Can we get part 2🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺.
If you want to of course…💙
i’m so glad you loved it!!! i’m not sure what i’d do next for that story though… i’ll try to brainstorm for an idea, but if i don’t think of something good, then i’ll definitely write a different fic for him soon!! 💙💙
~masterlist~
wc: 3k-ish :) it's really good i promise it's worth it
reader: gender neutral and no gendered pronouns used to refer to reader at all!! there is a section below where you can choose the description for femme clothes or masc clothes, you'll know when you get to it!
warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! swearing, angst, some funny shenanigans -- specific warnings under the cut --
summary: gunwook pulls his little stunt at MAMA. idol!reader gets delicious revenge.
guys i cried so much yesterday so now i'm here writing zb1 smut pretending nothing ever happened! delusion is OKAY. delusion is HEALTHY. thought my last series would be my last fic but... guess i'm a liar. thank you to friend who submitted the request!!! also this fic has a bunch of OT9 interactions so please enjoy and also gyubinnie is a lovable douche in this i'm obsessed with him k bye love you so much feel free to use my inbox for emotional support
EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT WARNINGS: penetrative sex (gunwook penetrating, reader's anatomy unspecified), unprotected sex, ejaculating inside of reader, some angst and possessiveness for funsies, and some allusion to harassing comments about reader
you sit with your members, on your best behavior as you feel the cameras pan to you. you smile, making a cute gesture as the whole arena erupts with squeals of joy. two of the eldest members shake your shoulders playfully, absolutely delighted by the universal appeal of their fake maknae. it's all in a day's work for you, resident cutie patootie of kpop idol group NEBULA.
it's sort of a stupid name, but you've gotten used to it over the years.
while you are, of course, easily able to serve the aegyo that the 2025 MAMA awards so desperately needs, but does not deserve, you have to admit you're feeling a bit nervous. your boyfriend, gunwook, was about to perform with zerobaseone, and you'd overheard a few of his members whispering excitedly with him backstage about an hour ago. you'd tapped gyuvin on the shoulder, trying to get his attention and ask what they were all so worked up about, but once he realized you were there, the smile immediately fell from his face.
"oh, hey (y/n)," he greeted, whipping his head to shake the hair from his eyes. "what's up?"
"what are you all being so secretive about?" you asked, arms folded over your chest in suspicion as you looked around at matthew, ricky, and taerae, who appeared about as wary as gyuvin did.
"nothing!" matt said too quickly. "i mean, um, we're not being secretive about anything!"
you stared at them for a long moment. "ooookay."
"you'll see, (y/n)! just wait for our stage. all will be revealed," taerae said cheerily, taking pity on you.
ricky elbowed him hard. "what he means is, we're just talking about our performance is all. nothing suspicious happening."
"especially not involving your boyfriend!" matthew added, much to gyuvin and ricky's chagrin.
"i'm turning around and pretending like this never happened on the count of... now," you said, shaking your head all the way to where your members were lined up, ready to go back to your seats after winning your first award for the night.
and now, you're sitting in the audience again, watching as your boyfriend's group gives a confusingly unsurprised-filled performance of doctor doctor... it's good, of course, incredibly cinematic, but...
what were those boys so worked up about?
the song ends and the lights dim.
and suddenly it's just your perfect boyfriend alone on the stage. this must've been what they were talking about! you can't believe gunwookie kept it a secret from you that he got his own starring moment like this. he must've really wanted to surprise you, and that's why the other boys were being so hush hush.
you can't help but grin as one of your members taps you on the back discreetly, clearly knowing how excited you are to see your boyfriend get his due.
all the boys stand in a circle now on the stage, your boyfriend the only one in a different outfit now.
the lights dim.
and suddenly your mature, dignified, and just sweet as sugar boyfriend is stripping live on stage for 50,000 people to see.
his muscular back and arms are bare, a beautiful blue rose tattoo taking up the space between his shoulder blades. and it doesn't end there. he begins the choreography for their latest single, iconik, with his entire chest exposed. you dare to glance over at your members, who are all doing their very best and failing to hide their reactions.
yeah, you think. this really did warrant all the whispering.
and listen. let's get one thing straight. you were no prude. seeing men naked was actually quite exciting to you. and while we're at it, one more thing to get straight: he looked good. your initial thoughts sounded something like this:
"it's cuffing season and all the girls are leaving to get a big boy. i need a big boy, give me a big boy..."
until you remembered a conversation you'd had with your boyfriend and a few of his members the other night.
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"popcorn, (y/n?)" hao offered, holding the bowl out for you to grab a handful.
"it's weird, right?" gyuvin asked, shaking his head. "it seems like all the sunbaenims are into taking their clothes off right now."
your boyfriend glanced at you: a fourth gen idol sitting smack dab in the middle of their living room.
"except for you, of course," gyuvin says, waving his hand dismissively. "you're too lame to do that."
"didn't you just say it was weird?" you asked, brow furrowing at him.
he shrugged. "i mean, it is weird. but sexy people can do what they want i guess."
"are you implying i'm not—," you started to say, but your boyfriend cuts you off.
"what he's implying is that he wants everyone in this room to agree that he's sexy enough to pull it off," gunwook said, rolling his eyes.
gyuvin smiled that smug little smile of his. "is that a crime?"
"it's annoying," hanbin said with a sigh.
"i think if any of us are going to strip, it should be me," jiwoong announced suddenly, causing everyone to turn to him. "you know, because i'm the oldest."
"yeah, well i've got the best body," matt teased.
"i don't know about that," hanbin said with a shrug. "gunwookie's been getting pretty big. his shoulders are insane."
"my boyfriend is not going to strip," you said a bit too quickly. an awkward silence fell over the room. you cleared your throat, trying to lighten the mood by adding, "unless i also get to strip."
"holy shit," matt mumbled under his breath.
"you're gonna strip?" hao asked, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. "when and where?"
"watch it, hyung," gunwook warned, eyebrows raised in defense. he knew better than anyone that you weren't offended, but they were drifting further into murky waters.
"didn't know you were into that, haohao," matt said with a laugh.
"well who doesn't love a good show?" hao responded with a glare, returning his attention sulkily to his popcorn.
"psssh," gyuvin sighed, waving his hand dismissively. "(y/n) wouldn't strip if the whole planet was about to blow up and it was the only way to save the human race."
"and you're so sure of that, why?" you asked, leaning back against the couch.
"it's just completely and totaly, one hundred million percent against your image," he replied like it was the dumbest question he'd ever been asked. "you're the cute one. that's just who you are now whether you like it or not. there's no chance in hell you're stripping."
"nobody in this room is stripping," gunwook said finally, putting both his hands up to signal the end of the conversation. "except for jiwoong hyung."
"YAY!" jiwoong hyung exclaimed, clasping his hands together happily.
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you wait up in your hotel room for your boyfriend to come over after the show had ended for the night like he'd texted you that he would. when the door opens, you're sitting on the giant king-sized hotel bed, lost in thought.
he kicks off his slides and throws his bag on the floor before running over to you and tackling you to the bed. "hi lovey," he breathes warmly into your chest.
"hi," you respond succinctly. he lifts his head immediately, meeting your gaze and seeing the scowl on your face.
he laughs awkwardly. "i'm in trouble, aren't i?"
"nobody in this room is stripping," you repeat his exact words from a couple weeks ago. you might be the cute one, but all of your fans know that you're also the petty one.
"i know, (y/n). i'm sorry, i just—..." he sighs, starting to kiss from your neck down your chest. "PDnim told me i had to at the beginning of this week. well, really, he asked for someone to volunteer to show some skin, and then the boys just kind of... volunteered me. and i went along with it."
"mm, the debate team master couldn't reason his way out of that one?" you reply saltily.
"oh, you're mad, mad," he says, biting his lip. "but, baby... why? i mean, what is it exactly that you're mad about? is it really that big of a deal?"
"obviously not morally, but... everyone around me was suddenly gawking at you and i wasn't even allowed to react. do you know all the questions i had to dodge from my members the rest of the night?"
"oh come on, now," gunwook says with a giggle, nipping gently at the skin below your chest. "i doubt anyone paid all that attention to me. even if i did look incredibly buff and sexy on an international stage and the video views are just racking up as we speak."
"you said you wouldn't," you say plainly. "but you did. and you didn't tell me about it. so excuse me if that feels to me a little bit like lying. and i don't like that."
"wait, no, (y/n)," he says seriously, sitting up to look at you. "i wasn't lying. i—... i just... i was thinking about that conversation from a couple weeks ago and i—... i honestly didn't know if you'd be okay with it. and i had to do it. so i—."
"so you thought it would be easier to ask for forgiveness than get permission," you interject, growing more annoyed by the second. gunwook was usually so emotionally intuitive and thoughtful. sure, you were being a bit of a stubborn brat, but he was used to that by now. and surely, it was at least a bit desrved in this case.
"exactly!" gunwook answers without thinking. "i mean, no! no, i just—."
"well i guess you'll never know what my answer would have been, since you didn't trust me enough to ask in the first place," you say with a sigh.
"baby, i know you're upset and i'm sorry for that, but i just don't think this is as big of a deal as you're making it!" he exclaims in frustration. you're already grabbing his slides and his bag and handing them to him. "seriously!? if the roles were reversed, i wouldn't be acting this way!"
*ding*
it's the greatest lightbulb moment of your life.
"i'm tired, wookie," you say softly, holding his chin in your fingers and pressing a kiss to his gorgeous lips. "i just really need to sleep right now."
he nods slowly. "okay. yeah, i understand."
you walk him to the door and just before, he leaves, he turns around. "i love you."
"i love you," you say back, because you do. so much.
"sleep tight. i'm excited for your stage tomorrow," he says, and you nod before shutting the door.
poor angel. he has no idea how excited he should be.
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it's pitch black on the stage besides the sea of lights shining from the audience. you'd been preparing for your MAMA stage for weeks, showcasing one of your older hits and two new releases from this past year. every day you'd put in a few hours of rehearsals for this one special night...
yet how easy it was to make one itsy bitsy last minute change.
you soar through the first two songs, feeding off of the energy from the giant arena. it's probably the best you've ever performed these new songs. you spot your boyfriend toward the front of the crowd, sitting with his members and looking up at you in awe.
you blow a kiss to the crowd, winking at the camera cutely on cue as the second song finishes and your members begin a quick costume change.
and so do you. it's just... a little different than originally planned.
when you pitched your members your idea this morning, they all legitimately lost their minds. your leader asked what drugs you were on. your maknae started taking your clothes off for you prematurely. in a matter of seconds, they were all on board.
so that's why as your final song now pulls into it's last chorus, your members form a small semi-circle around you as you stand in the center...
FEMME CLOTHES: ... as you theatrically take off your silky top to reveal the skimpiest little sequin bra top that you could legally get away with on chinese broadcast television.
MASC CLOTHES: ... as two members stand behind you, taking a hold of each side of the front of your silk button up and dramatically ripping it open.
the crowd absolutely erupts with excitement and cheers. and you're not surprised...
you might be the cutie patootie. but may lightning strike you down if you don't also serve body-ody-ody.
you don't manage to get a glimpse of gunwook's reaction before the song ends and you run off stage with your members, who jump up and down with radiant joy at the surprise spectacle.
you don't get to savor the moment for long though, because as soon as the award show ends, it's immediately back on a plane to seoul. you don't mind much. you're relieved to soon be back in your own bed and your own time zone in this city that you call a home.
but a text that you receive through the airplane wifi toward the very end of your flight gets your heart racing again.
what could you say? play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
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you walk into your apartment about half an hour later, shoving your suitcase in the closet and kicking your boots off. you hear the faint sound of the television from the other room, smirking to yourself in anticipation.
when you round the corner, you find your boyfriend waiting for you.
"are you pleased with yourself?" gunwook asks, arms folded across his chest as he leans back on the couch, legs spread intimidatingly wide. he waits for an answer earnestly, brow piquing as the seconds pass in silence.
you bite your lip, trying your hardest not to smirk. your little stunt had effected gunwook as much as his had, you. your revenge was a success. too excitedly, you answer, "yes."
"well, i'll give you a moment to revel in it before i tell you all of the disgusting sexual remarks i had to hear about you from every guy sitting within earshot at the show," he says, actually turning a shade paler as he seemingly recalls the vile words said about you.
"what—... what do you mean?" you stammer, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable with the decision you'd been so sure about earlier today.
"i know you're not that naive," gunwook replies, shaking his head at you. "i don't even know if i have the stomach to repeat any of it. i mean, even fucking gyubin..."
"what—... what did he say?" you dare to ask.
gunwook's lips part in shock. "surely you don't actually want to know."
"what did gyubin say?" you ask again, a bit more forcefully this time.
he sighs, chewing at his bottom lip before meeting your eyes again. "he said that if you weren't mine, he'd bend you over himself."
"i—... i didn't really think he would see me like that. after everything he's said to me," you admit, swallowing hard as the thought of the overwhelming power you held over every idol in attendance in that moment involuntarily pulsed between your legs. but it's the fear in gunwook's eyes that has you dropping to your knees, crawling over to him and situating yourself in surrender between his thighs.
"what did you say, baby?" you ask, hands kneading gently at each of his meaty thighs. "what did you say to him?"
gunwook's breath hitches in his throat as his gaze meets yours. "i accidentally dropped our award on his balls."
"good boy," you reward with an unabashed laugh.
he reaches for you now, unable to contain himself any longer as he scoops you up into his lap. "fucking hell, you looked so good up there, baby."
"so did you," you admit, grinding into him from your straddling position. "wanted you to fuck me right there on the stage."
"i love you, (y/n)," gunwook growls into your neck, nipping at the tender flesh. "and i'm sorry. you turned the tables on me and i collapsed like a house of fucking cards. i don't want anyone looking at you like that except for me. and i certainly shouldn't have kept it from you."
"you were right though, baby," you admit, fingertips tracing the shape of his face. "we're idols. we don't always get a say in what we do on stage. and given how sexy you are, i assume they'll want you to meet that concept again."
gunwook smirks. "the same goes for you."
"so i just thought of a way to reframe it," you say, beginning to undo the buttons on his dress shirt playfully.
"well, of course you have," he says with a grin, arms spreading wide to rest on the top of the couch as he lets you work in peace. "the mastermind never sleeps."
"i might not be the only person who gets to look at you like that, but," you say, running your hands down his now bare chest before glancing up at him, lip catching between your teeth as you finish, "i am the only person who gets to touch you."
as you say the last two words, your palm connects with the bulge in his dress pants, already hard and ready for your attention. he sighs deeply at the needed pressure, gripping the back of the couch a bit tighter.
"does that new philosophy work both ways?" he asks, hips jerking up slightly as your hand wraps around him through the cool fabric.
"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you purr, sending gunwook reeling, his head lolling back against the couch— a metaphorical white flag as he surrenders the fight to you. you reward his submission by undoing the zipper on his pants and positioning your entrance above his cock teasingly.
"so that's your endgame, huh?" he asks, arms wrapping around your back to support you as you sink yourself down onto him. the whimper that comes out of him is heavenly as he stretches your walls to their favorite position. "you own me?"
"is that so bad?" you ask with a smile, beginning to find a rhythm as you grind up and down on his length. one of his hands finds your neck now, gently pressing his big hand against your throat. his eyes are sincere, pleading with you silently.
"tell me, baby," he begs softly, his other hand gripping at your waist to keep you filled to the brim. "tell me i'm the only one who gets to love you like this."
"gunwookie," you coo gently, your hands cupping each side of his face. "of course you are. you're the love of my life."
"say it," he pleads again, and you can tell from the shakiness in his voice that he really means it. "please."
"you're the only one who gets to love me like this," you say, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. "and, for the record, gyubinnie has nothing on you."
gunwook grins at that, lifting your hips slightly before slamming them back down to meet his. you gasp in pleasure at the sensation, grabbing hold of his hand still positioned at your collarbone. "oh, i fucking know he doesn't."
"oh my god," you whine— waiting, hoping, needing for him to do it again.
"and, for the record, neither does that asshole tarzzan," he rasps with a smirk, lifting you up again and ramming you back down. "or sungchan from riize. or taesan from bnd. did you know even yeonjun wants a taste of you, baby?"
every name is punctuated with another delicious thrust until your eyes are rolling back in your head. "that–... that's too bad for them."
"oh it is, isn't it?" gunwookie agrees with a laugh, holding you in place now so he can fuck up into you at a more ambitious pace. "i'd pity them if i didn't want to strangle them."
"harder," you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck and collapsing into his chest, holding him tight like you're afraid he'll let go. you hear his heartbeat quicken as he mirrors your embrace, his thighs flexing underneath yours as he takes full control. "just want to be filled with you."
"i love you," he mumbles into your shoulder, his thrusts growing sloppier and uneven and his ramblings more incoherent. "love you, love you, love you..."
you lift your head, pressing your lips lightly to his ear. "i love you, gunwookie."
you both know full well it's over for him. he finishes inside you with a low moan, pressing your hips as close together as he can, spilling every last drop into you. you savor the feeling, like alchemy.
he holds you for awhile, cradling you close to him like the precious thing you are. but you have to admit, there is something still on your mind...
"so... what did yeonjun sunbaenim say about me?"
gunwook's laugh shakes you against his chest. you grin against his neck, cherishing the joyous sound. he kisses the top of your head affectionately.
does anybody that follows me live in japan and want one of the lottery codes that comes in the zb1 here & now bluray?? you can only apply for the prizes if you live in japan and they’re good prizes 😩😩 don’t want the opportunity to go to waste!!
Can you write Idol gunwook and idol reader after what Gunwook did. Reader's group was watching and her group members were teasing her. Reader getting shy, shocked and speechless. Something like this.😁💙
Thanks in advance🩵
wait is this about something that he actually did… because, if so… WHAT DID THAT LITTLE MONSTER (💕) DO 👀👀
if it’s not about something that actually happened, i can make something up but i want to know if something spicy actually happened lmao
holy shit you guys?? did we actually get the best case scenario
i’m SO relieved for the guys (and myself)
it would’ve been so hard for them all to rebuild INDIVIDUALLY at their own shitty companies. the fact that we’ve split evenly in half and each group gets to reestablish MUCH more seamlessly bc they have each other?
obviously we all knew that the bad thing would happen. i’m just so glad that it’s offering BOTH sets of boys safety and a better chance at surviving it in the industry
also smaller groups for both sets of boys? more parts for each member. even yuehua adding seungeonnie and yunseo will keep the group more compact
only thing better would’ve been to poach ALL of the jellyfish kids and make an evnnebaseone but that would just be too powerful i guess lmao. worried most about evnne in all this tbh :(
would love to hear your thoughts <3
also my reflow album just shipped, catch me crying in the club in like 4 days when i actually realize this is the last ot9 pull ever hahaha help
Just finished reading the n.n.n series. wow, just wow
By far my most favorite series I’ve ever read on this app
I don’t have words to describe it, I’m in shock, awe, (I don’t have a dictionary nearby so let’s just pretend I wrote some really big and sophisticated words to describe what I’m feeling right now)
I don’t plan on having children, but if I ever do I wouldn’t hesitate to give you my firstborn as a sign of immense respect and gratitude for what I just read.
I would sit here and write even more but unfortunately I have to wake up and be productive in five hours.
I’ll come back
this was so nice to read, thank you so much friend 😭😭 i’m literally so glad you loved it, it makes me so happy to hear when people enjoy anything i write!!
please do feel free to keep your firstborn child though, i’m a little iffy on those little monsters. i will take payment in the form of cat, dog, or rat if you find it *absolutely* necessary
i’m so glad i finished the n. n. n. series as like a last tribute to zb1 before the incident occurs soon. it made me feel a little bit better about everything, like one last hurrah 🎉💀
thank you again, i seriously appreciate it so much!!! maybe catch me writing for a different group in the future?? who knows lmao
omg !! i loved ur n.n.n series >< i always look forward for the next parts !! i first knew u when u were about to do the doctor doctor series may i know why did u cancel it only !! if you’re okay with sharing it thoo ^_^
thank you so muchhh i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed it!!! 💕💕
honestly i got really excited about the doctor doctor series and then i got crazy adhd burnout and realized i couldn’t focus on a whole series. i loved planning the idea but i didn’t have the willpower to follow through at the time…
it’s still a pretty great idea imo…
mayyyyyybeeeeee it’ll happen some day. but no promises 🥲🤞
n. n. n. - race to the finish line: november 30th ⋆˙⟡
n. n. n. (a ltd. series) masterlist
general masterlist
⋆˙⟡ wc: 5.8k (both gyuvin AND hanbin's stories)
⋆˙⟡ reader: gender neutral; all inclusive. NO pronouns used to refer to reader (not even they/them)
⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+ explicit smut; MINORS DNI!!!! specific smut warnings for this chapter are located under the cut. hanbin and gyuvin fight pretty fiercely for the title in this and probably cross some boundaries they shouldn't but it works out in the end lol
⋆˙⟡ summary: hanbin and gyuvin vow to fight to the death to be crowned the winner of no nut november. (y/n) is just along for the ride!
⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight idiots make a bet amongst themselves to win no nut november. get ready for a very interesting month!
OH MY GOD. this is the best chapter of this whole series, no joke. it was so much fun writing. i love to write about member dynamics and be funny and this was just a blast. also hidden icarly and twilight references in here, js. this chapter goes between both hanbin and gyuvin's individual stories, that's why it's so long. it's two in one. at the end of the chapter please click the link (i made the post private so no one gets spoiled, so you have to use the link) to find out who won!!! and a little epilogue too. i love y'all, thanks for your patience and, as always, for reading and letting me know what you thought <3
EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT WARNINGS: gyuvin: penetrative sex (gyuvin penetrating reader), a little degredation never hurt nobody; hanbin: penetrative sex (hanbin penetrating reader), just a teeeeensy bit of degredation idk i was in a mood. some angst and lottttts of swearing and inappropriate jokes. may the best man win!!
in every direction hanbin turns, he’s surrounded.
by sex-havers.
matthew is watching a tiktok on his phone with taerae in the corner. gunwook (who recently made it official with the new barista at the coffee shop down the street) is helping jiwoong and ricky with one of the more complicated moves of the choreography for zb1’s upcoming single release. hao is sprawled out on the floor, studying the lyrics for the entire EP.
disgusting, hanbin thinks. depraved sinners who have no self-control.
how badly he wishes to be them. if it was physically possible, hanbin would be turning green. and, while we’re on the subject, hanbin did, in fact, end up seeing wicked: for good with hao, and they did, in fact, fight about which one of them was glinda and which one of them was elphaba well into the night.
jealousy festers in hanbin like an infection. he’s never felt rage come on so easily in his life as he has the past week or so. the pent-up testosterone is really doing a number on him. he’s frightened himself on several occasions with how much some of his fleeting thoughts have sounded like a rise-and-grind, alpha bro podcaster and not himself.
these feeble, fragile creatures, hanbin thinks as he watches the sex-havers exist in ignorant bliss. giving into their animalistic desires. if they’re such animals, i wonder how easily i could kill—
“ah, hyung!” gyuvin says, appearing suddenly right in front of hanbin as if by magic. he’s holding an ice cream bar and smiling. “whatcha dooooooin’?”
“jesus,” hanbin breathes, his hand flying up to grip his chest. “you fucking scared me.”
gyuvin smiles wider. “hyung, i’ve never heard you swear so much.”
“if you don’t wipe that fucking grin off your—,” hanbin starts to threaten, but gyuvin suddenly shoves a second ice cream bar between his lips before he can finish.
“eat this,” gyuvin says, taking hanbin’s hand and wrapping it around the stick of the ice cream bar. “it’ll take the edge off.”
hanbin takes in the flavor, realizing it’s banana cream before pulling it out of his mouth. “you just shoved a banana cream-flavored, phallic-shaped popsicle into my mouth.”
“correct,” gyuvin agrees simply.
hanbin eyes him in wonder. “just last week you would’ve been banging your head into the door at the mention of just one of those words.”
gyuvin nods. “you’re right.”
hanbin sighs. “how?”
“well, once you embrace your sexlessness, you can be freed. when you admit it holds no power over you— when you bask in its absence and let go of all of your earthly needs,” gyuvin says thoughtfully, taking another lick of his ice cream. “then and only then can you conquer—.”
“HOW!? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!?” hanbin yells desperately, both hands (after throwing his ice cream to the ground) gripping gyuvin’s shoulders and shaking him violently back in forth. “I DON’T NEED YOUR SPIRITUAL MUMBO JUMBO I NEED ANSWERS BUDDY. AND YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE THEM TO ME OR I AM GOING TO SHOVE MY—.”
“oh, oh, okay, okay, oh, okay, um, okay,” gyuvin manages to squeak out while being ragdolled around by the leader of zb1. he looks over at the rest of the members, eyes wide as he asks, “is anybody gonna help me or?”
“no,” they all (including yujin, who just got out of school) say calmly at once.
“hyung, hyung, listen to me,” gyuvin pleads, managing to free himself from hanbin’s grasp. “we have five hours left! we can do this.”
“... we?” hanbin asks, one brow piquing in curiosity.
gyuvin shrugs. “we didn’t make any rules that said two people aren’t allowed to win.”
“oh shit, he’s right,” matthew says quietly from the corner of the room. “what do we do if they both win?”
“we could extend the bet,” ricky says with an evil grin. “last man standing.”
“i guess we could send them both on the trip, but that would be more expensive than we anticipated,” taerae ponders.
“that’s true— we’re not made of money,” jiwoong agrees. “and i have a wedding to save for.”
“maybe they could both go on the trip so long as they agree to share the same hotel room,” gunwook suggests with a shrug.
“then it’s settled,” hao says with a smirk. “in the event of a tie, the prize for no nut november is a romantic getaway for two. two members of zerobaseone.”
“i mean, it’s a little nauseating, but,” gyuvin considers with a nod. “i guess it’s fair. where do you wanna go for our romantic getaway then, hyung? i’m kind of thinking fiji, but, by all means, if you—.”
“i will destroy you,” hanbin says quietly, the room falling silent as he stares at his feet. “i will grind your bones to make my bread.”
“okay, what the fuck?” gyuvin asks incredulously. “am i seriously that bad of travel buddy?”
hanbin shakes his head. “we’ve come too far to end this in friendship. someone has to die.”
“DIE!? hyung, do you have testosterone poisoning or something? you—,” gyuvin tries to reason with his older friend but he stops when hanbin pulls something out of his pocket. it’s a tube of white frosting. hanbin flips open the cap, beginning to squeeze out the suggestive-looking frosting sensually into the palm of his hand. gyuvin stares at it, wide-eyed, a bead of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. “... stop.”
“you may have fooled yourself, gyubinnie, but you can’t fool me,” hanbin says, continuing to squeeze out the frosting as gyuvin’s expression becomes more and more strained as he watches all too intently the quasi-pornographic display. “i know who you really are.”
“say it,” gyuvin growls, stepping closer to hanbin in challenge. “out loud.”
hanbin closes the distance, his nose almost touching gyuvin’s. “sex. maniac.”
“wait, are they gonna kiss?” taerae whispers from the other side of the room.
“wouldn’t be the first time,” matthew says annoyedly.
gyuvin snatches the tube of frosting from hanbin’s hand, aims it into his mouth, and squeezes the rest of its contents down his throat, all while making direct eye contact with the deliriously strung-out leader of zerobaseone. when he’s done, he shoves it back into hanbin’s hand. “you’re going the FUCK down. bitch.”
hanbin gasps, hand to his mouth like a scandalized schoolgirl. “NO, YOU!”
“NO, YOU!” gyuvin yells back at him with a pointed finger. “you’ll rue this day.”
the younger boy storms off to the door of the practice room, throwing it open angrily and, before exiting, he looks back one more time to yell, “RUE IT!”
⋆˙⟡
it’s now 10:30pm and hanbin hasn’t heard a peep from gyuvin since he stormed out at the end of rehearsal a few hours ago. it’s eerie.
it’s unnerving.
he opens the door to his dorm, expecting gyuvin to ambush him on his way inside with some sort of sellacious trick. but much to his surprise, the dorm is quiet, with only the sound of the tv playing from the shared living room. he hangs his coat up by the door and removes his shoes, popping on some slippers and cautiously making his way down the hallway.
hanbin peaks around the corner carefully, seeing gyuvin and hao sitting on the couch together watching a movie. he steps out fully, the entirety of the couch now in his line of sight. and what he sees shakes him to his core.
“SURPRISE!” you shout from your hidden spot on the couch, pulling the string of a mini confetti cannon as hanbin stares back at you in shock.
“(y/n),” he says softly, eyes wide as he tries to make sense of your sudden appearance in his dorm. “w—... what are you doing here?”
you frown at his blatant lack of excitement. “i’m visiting my boyfriend after spending three months abroad?”
“i—... i—...” he stutters, several large conflicting thoughts running through his mind at once. hanbin is thrilled to see you. any other day, he would die for the chance to hold you in person. but today… with only three hours left on the clock. with gyuvin on the couch next to you, chowing down on popcorn without a care in the world… couldn’t you have waited until tomorrow? “i love you. i love you so much, baby. i’m just… i’m just SO surprised— you really pulled this off!”
“well, you have hao and gyubinnie to thank for that,” you say with a smile, reaching into gyuvin’s popcorn bowl. both hao and gyuvin’s eyes widen, an unchewed piece of popcorn falling from gyuvin’s mouth as his lips part, realizing they’ve been caught. “they called me a few hours ago and said you’d been having a really hard time with your comeback coming up and that it would help if i came to spend some time with you. so i came as soon as i could!”
the testosterone-filled rage that is burning inside of hanbin is almost impossible to conceal. but he tries. a mechanic grin turning up the corners of his mouth, hanbin turns his attention to the two fucking idiots next to you. “did they really?”
gyuvin looks up at the ceiling, and hao looks down at his lap.
“yeah!” you confirm happily. “they even paid for my flight.”
“well, well,” hanbin says, shaking his head back and forth as his maniacal grin remains plastered on his face. “aren’t they just a couple of fucking peaches?”
you blink at hanbin. “okay, what the fuck is going on here?”
“nothing!” hanbin denies quickly, finally walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, forcing you up from the couch so he can spin you around. “i’m just SO grateful to my best friends for their help.”
over your shoulder, hanbin makes eye contact with both boys, drawing his thumb across his neck and mouthing, “jugeullae?”
once you’re back on the ground again, you study your boyfriend for a long moment. he’s sweating like a pig and the heater isn’t even on.
“i’m just gonna run to the bathroom quick,” you say, walking out of the living room and down the hall.
“take your time!” hanbin urges, eyes locked on you until he’s sure you’ve disappeared from sight before turning his attention back to gyuvin and hao.
“um. so,” gyuvin stutters as he winces. “are you surprised?”
hanbin launches himself at the younger boy, but hao is quick to stand up and hold him back. “let me at him— let me… LET ME AT HIM!”
“YOU’RE the one who declared war, hyung,” gyuvin says annoyedly, crossing his arms. “so don’t be mad when the best man actually wins.”
“i won’t,” hanbin says with a cocky smirk.
“you both just need to calm down,” hao says, letting go of hanbin’s arms.
“oh, yeah, and i almost forgot,” hanbin remembers with a smile. “what the fuck is YOUR problem? you lost five days ago. why are you helping him set me up!?”
hao pouts. “i just hate when you win.”
hanbin’s brow raises expectantly. “and the real reason…”
hao pouts harder. “i got jealous of the sexual tension between you and gyubinnie.”
“that sounds more like it,” hanbin says, shaking his head in disappointment. “go to your room and think about what you’ve done.”
hao rolls his eyes, walking toward the front door. “if you’re gonna have sex in here then i’m just gonna leave entirely.”
“I’M NOT!” hanbin yells back as the front door slams closed.
“you’re not?” you ask, wholeheartedly confused and a bit hurt at the last bit of conversation you just heard as you stand frozen in the kitchen.
hanbin and gyuvin spin around to face you in shock.
“i—... um—... that’s not what—,” hanbin stutters and, sensing a domestic dispute coming, gyuvin decides it’s a good time to slip away into his room to quietly and nobley win no nut november.
⋆˙⟡
when gyuvin shuts the door to his room, he decides to pass the time by playing some league. he sits down at his computer, exhaling heavily in contentment as he hears a bit of good-natured raising of voices through the door. he leans back, arms behind his head.
they’ll be fucking in no time, he thinks with the utmost satisfaction.
fiji would be so nice without that nuisance hanging around. but it would be kind of lonely to be all by himself on one of the most beautiful islands in the world...
if only you could go with him.
gyuvin shakes his head quickly, sitting up and taking a sip from his water bottle. clear mind, soft dick. clear mind, soft dick, he repeats his new mantra to himself.
at the beginning of the month, gyuvin had told you about the bet. you’d laughed really hard in his face and said, “why are you telling me this?”
“well—... well, because… we… we, like,” gyuvin stuttered, his cheeks reddening under your gaze. “we, like, have sex. and stuff. sometimes. so, i thought i should let you know that we can’t for a while.”
“you can’t for a while,” you corrected, taking a bite of your croissant. “i can do whatever i want.”
gyuvin’s heart dropped in his chest. “what do you mean?”
“i mean, it sucks for you,” you said with a shrug. “but let’s just say i’m really glad i’m not a part of that bet, because i’d like to stay booked and busy.”
“like… like, with other people?” gyuvin asked, his voice shaking a bit on the last word. you were just friends with benefits. gyuvin knew that. you’d both made clear boundaries with each other and it was the arrangement that both of you wanted. but…
you put your pastry down, pointedly locking eyes with him. “why? does that bother you?”
yes, gyuvin thought. my heart has burst open and both atriums and ventricles are fracturing into a pathetic, bloody mess.
“no,” gyuvin said nonchalantly. “of course it doesn’t.”
you stared at him for a little too long before picking your croissant back up. “okay.”
“okay,” gyuvin agreed with a forced smile.
you’d hung out with gyuvin several times in the first couple weeks of november. it’s just what came naturally. after all, you’d started as friends in the first place. after meeting as trainees in your predebut days, you’d maintained a semi-close friendship for a few years now even as you both navigated your separate idol lives. you’d never been all that attracted to him in the past, but when you’d seen him at an awards show a few months ago, suddenly looking like a tall glass of the purest reservoir water you’d ever seen, you’d decided you wanted to get just a little bit closer. just enough to get him inside you.
so you didn’t hesitate to text him when the movie you’d been discussing with him for weeks was finally released in theaters. and gyuvin had asked you to have a karaoke battle with him the week prior, and you weren’t just going to let him win by default. and you HAD to partake in your weekly taco tuesday ritual.
though your hangouts for the past few months usually ended in absolutely mindblowing sex, it still felt totally normal just to spend time with gyuvin. you’d even fallen asleep next to each other after a late night of gaming. and while that wasn’t unusual, it was unusual for both of your clothes to still be on.
but the last couple weeks had grown increasingly rough for him. even accidentally brushing up against his arm would cause him to have to go to the bathroom to calm down for a few minutes. he always got embarrassed, but you never complained. if all you have to do is look at a man to have them on the brink of busting, you’re going to feel pretty damn good about yourself.
still, gyuvin decided to keep his distance for the remainder of the month just to play it safe. he’d also deleted instagram and tiktok so that he didn’t come across any videos of you that would unknowingly wake up his dick. he’d actually tried to see a showing of wicked: for good with you on the 26th, but he ran out of the theater as soon as elphaba put her sex cardigan on.
he hadn’t spoken to you since.
gyuvin shoves his hand in his pocket now, frowning when he doesn’t find his phone. he looks around his desk and on the floor before accepting that he must’ve left it in the living room. sighing, he stands up and walks out of his room to find his phone.
⋆˙⟡
“oh my god,” hanbin says, looking at the spot on the couch that gyuvin has just vacated. “oh my god.”
“what?” you ask, following hanbin’s line of sight to find gyuvin’s phone sitting face-up, unlocked on the seat cushion. “what’s going on?”
“it’s a sign from the heavens,” hanbin says, rushing to the couch and picking up gyuvin’s phone, cradling it in his hands like it's a newborn baby. after a moment, he begins to type rapidly. “i am god’s favorite.”
“did you forget to drink your anti-superiority complex tea today, dear?” you ask sarcastically as hanbin grins evilly at the phone screen. when he’s finally done, he puts it in his back pocket.
“he thinks he can take me down?” hanbin mutters to himself happily. “then we’ll go down together.”
“why’re you acting so weird?” you ask as hanbin kisses every inch of your face a million times. it’s something he’d normally do, but in this moment, it’s incredibly suspicious. “i thought you’d be, like, super excited to see me, but i feel like i’m… intruding on something.”
“now why would you think that, snugglemuffins?” hanbin coos, pretending to bite your cheeks.
“don’t gaslight me,” you growl, eyes narrowing at hanbin. his widen in response and, in an inhumanly short amount of time, he falls to his knees in front of you.
“i’m so sorry, my perfect, beautiful angel baby,” he says bowing at your feet in sincere remorse. “please forgive me for upsetting you, i—.”
“are you fucking cheating on me?” you ask, starting to piece together the puzzle that you’ve been so unceremoniously gifted as best as you can.
“WHAT!?” he yells, completely taken off guard.
“you weren’t excited to see me. you looked like you were going to kill gyubinnie and hao for asking me to come,” you say, mentally putting together your serial killer, red thread cork board. “you’ve been messaging me a lot less than normal. and… and we haven’t had skype sex for an entire month.”
“honey, i—.”
“you LOVE skype sex,” you assert before tears begin to brim in your eyes. “so you MUST be having it with someone else!”
“NO! no, no, no, oh my god, no,” hanbin pleads, standing up and taking hold of you by your shoulders. “i’m not cheating on you, (y/n). i would NEVER do that. i love you so much it fucking hurts.”
“and you’re swearing way more than usual,” you say, shaking your head sadly. “something is going on and i don’t know why you won’t just—.”
“—no nut november,” hanbin blurts.
you blink back at him. “... pardon?”
hanbin sighs heavily. “my members made a no nut november bet. and unfortunately, my pride was too great not to take part in it. the last person not to… you know… wins.”
you stare at him expressionlessly.
“i know i should’ve just told you, but,” hanbin continues, trying to fill up the silence. “i was—... i mean, honestly i was pretty embarrassed. you know me as someone with such immense self-control and dignity and i didn’t want you to—.”
you laugh. really hard. a deep belly laugh.
“... w—... what?” hanbin asks concernedly. “what is it?”
when you finally catch your breath, you smile at him and say, “you are as delusional as you are handsome.”
hanbin gulps. “huh?”
“i don’t know if wanting to be inside me so badly that you cry is really the display of immense self-control that you think it is,” you say with a smirk.
“hey!” hanbin replies indignantly. “you—... you said that was hot.”
“it is,” you affirm, your fingers slipping into his front pockets. “and it’s also objectively undignified.”
hanbin stands completely still, staring at you in fear. “we—... i—...”
“i know, binnie,” you coo, sliding your fingers in a little deeper. “you have so much self-control.”
his brow furrows in helpless want. hanbin needs to give in. he has to. but… he hears gyuvin’s bedroom door open. “just one more hour.”
“hey, did you guys see my phone? i—,” gyuvin stops dead in his tracks when he sees the compromising position you're both in and grins. “looks like i’m interrupting something.”
but much to his surprise, hanbin is grinning too as he pulls gyuvin’s phone out of his back pocket and holds it up for him. the screen lights up and gyuvin can see from where he stands that there’s a notification.
“give me that,” gyuvin orders, though he takes no steps toward the couple in front of him.
“gladly,” hanbin agrees, tossing the phone gently over to the younger boy.
the notification he sees is a message…
from you.
“what did you do?” gyuvin asks, anxiety building up in his chest. “what did you do, you motherfucker!?”
hanbin suddenly lifts you up bridal style, brushing past gyuvin and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. over his shoulder, he calls, “may the best man win!”
⋆˙⟡
gyuvin unlocks his phone, his breathing shallow as he opens your message chat.
gyuvin races out the front door. no coat. no real shoes, just his house sandals as he curses hanbin for being able to text so convincingly like him. trudging through the snowfall until he’s outside your dorm building. he presses the number of your apartment on the callbox. he’s buzzed in instantly.
he runs up five flights of stairs until he’s finally at your idol group’s floor. your one-bedroom apartment is at the end of the hallway. when gyuvin reaches your door, he lifts his hand to knock, but he can’t help but hesitate. what would he say? what would you say?
would this be the end?
before gyuvin can catastrophize any more, you’ve opened the door, grabbed him by his sweatshirt, and pulled him into your apartment. you slam the door behind you, looking the snow-covered boy up and down. sighing, you grab him a towel from the linen closet and shove it into his chest.
wordlessly, he dries off, roughing his damp hair up. he looks even more boyish than usual.
you take the towel from him when he’s done and place it in your laundry basket. gyuvin follows from far behind, seemingly trying to make as little noise as possible. you spin around, hands on your hips as you stare at him incredulously.
“what the fuck?” you ask simply.
gyuvin just stares at you like a lost puppy.
“what the fuck is your problem?” you ask again, waiting for a real answer.
“i didn’t—,” gyuvin starts to defend himself, but you’ve decided that you actually weren’t waiting for his answer and that you’d prefer to keep talking.
“i don’t fucking understand!” you shout in annoyance. “YOU are the one who suggested the no feelings rule in the first place. as soon as someone caught feelings, we were supposed to end it.”
gyuvin sighs. “i—.”
“then why did you say you were okay with me sleeping with other people this month? huh?” you interrupt again. “i asked you if it bothered you, and you said.... ‘of course it doesn’t’.”
“i—.”
“and you don't even know how much it fucking sucked to hear that, because i wanted it to bother you,” you confess unabashedly. “i wanted it to bother you so fucking bad.”
gyuvin’s lips part in shock. had he heard you wrong? had he hallucinated? had hanbin really killed him and this was his entrance into heaven?
you swallow hard. “i didn’t mean to break the rules, i just—... i spend more time with you than my actual friends. and i like it that way. i don’t know. i guess, somewhere along the way, i stopped thinking of you as just... good dick.”
a smile grows on gyuvin’s face after a few moments. “shit, that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“that’s kind of sad,” you say with a laugh.
gyuvin laughs too. “i don’t feel sad.”
“how do you feel?” you ask, unable to keep yourself from looking him up and down.
he smirks, taking the invitation to do the same. “really fucking great. but i’d prefer to know how you feel…”
“i think you’ll find the answer is the same,” you flirt back. you look up at the clock on your wall and sigh. “in fourteen minutes, that is.”
“fuck,” gyuvin exhales in frustration. “right.”
“right,” you repeat, nodding as you both stare at each other awkwardly.
“gotta… get that win,” gyuvin rambles with an uncomfortable smile. you stand in silence for a few moments longer until gyuvin suddenly shrugs, strides over to you and closes the distance. “fuck it.”
his lips envelope yours in a passionate kiss that you realize how much you’ve missed this past month. you’re backed against your kitchen counter as he lifts you up and sets you down on it. you wrap your legs around his waist as he deepens the kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance.
“wait,” you manage to say, catching your breath as you look again up at the time. “eleven minutes. are you sure—?”
“what?” he asks with a smirk. “you really think i can’t outlast sung hanbin for eleven minutes?”
“that’s not really something i want to think about,” you reply with a frown. “but i know you want to win.”
“and i will,” he reassures, squeezing at your thighs until you lift your hips for him and he removes your shorts from around your waist. “i’ll beat sung hanbin if it’s the last thing i do.”
“me when i’m cosplaying as zhang hao,” you joke.
“good, keep saying stupid shit like that,” gyuvin says, falling to his knees as he begins to kiss up from your ankle to your thighs in your lounge shorts. “that’ll keep me from blowing it.”
you grab his hair on the back of his neck. “ya! if you want to fight, we can fucking fight.”
“holy fuck, no, that’s too hot,” he says, wide eyed as he stands back, sliding his own sweatpants down to expose himself to you. his cock is as angry and hard as you’d expected it to be after this month. he places a hand on your chest and pushes you back so that you’re entirely exposed to him. “just be yourself, that’ll keep me unaroused.”
“i’m gonna shove my fucking knee into your—,” you threaten, cut-off by gyuvin suddenly slipping himself inside you. “oh my god.”
gyuvin’s forehead falls to yours as he tries to maintain his composure over the sound of your whimpering. “what’s all this, hm? you sound as desperate as i feel. weren’t you getting fucked by your whole roster this month?”
“of course i wasn’t,” you say, shaking your head. “when would i have had time to do that, huh? i was too busy hanging out with you.”
gyuvin pulls back in suprise. “really? you didn’t fuck anybody else?”
“there was never anybody else,” you answer earnestly. smiling, you add, “... idiot.”
he looks at you with the most sincere relief and joy. you involuntarily clench around him as you drink up his reaction.
gyuvin seethes, his forehead falling back onto yours as he tries to compose himself again. he looks up at the clock again and then back at you. “six minutes. i can do six minutes.”
you’re honestly not sure if he can, but you want him so badly at this point, nothing really matters anymore. “you can. of course you can.”
“let’s fucking finish this shit.”
normally you got a little more creative with it, but the straight jackhammering you receive is incredibly welcome after the drought. you can tell how difficult it is for him to keep it together and you’re honored to just be a part of this victory. his hand reaches between your legs to help you out instinctively but you shake your head.
“you need to focus,” you encourage, taking his hand and putting it back on your hip.
in another minute, gyuvin forces your legs over his shoulders as he slows his pace. “how—... how much time left?”
“just—... just another minute or so,” you hiccup, unable to make out the exact hand placement on the clock while being so fucked-out. “you can do it, binnie. i b—... believe in you.”
“i can’t—... i—... i—....”
⋆˙⟡
hanbin lies back on his bed, one hand behind his head as he smirks up at the ceiling. he’s thinking about gyuvin busting a nut prematurely after giving some big speech about how strong-willed he is. maybe he shouldn’t be thinking about his member cumming when his partner is literally in bed beside him.
hanbin put on some stupid drama he’s been watching about forty-five minutes ago and hasn’t made a peep since. his other arm is around you, holding you close to him as he strokes your back tenderly.
everything’s normal. except it isn’t.
though he’d already explained the bet to you and the reasons for his weird actions, the explanation hadn’t really made you feel any better.
“bin-ah?” you ask, looking up at him from his chest.
“hm?” he replies, meeting your gaze with a dimpled smile.
you hold your breath. “did we grow apart or something?”
his expression immediately changes as he sits up in concern. “what? what do you mean?”
“i know that you said the reason you were being distant was because of the bet,” you say, propping yourself up on your elbow. “but that doesn’t change the fact that you were distant.”
hanbin frowns with guilt. “i’m sorry, (y/n). that truly wasn’t my intention.”
“i know it wasnt,” you agree. “but this was just a short study abroad trip for school. what’s gonna happen when i start my dance internship in los angeles next year?”
“well. it’s—...” hanbin stutters, looking down at his lap. “maybe this says something. maybe… maybe you shouldn’t go.”
these are the words that you knew hanbin had been dying to say for months since you told him about your dance internship in america. no one had ever believed in your talent like hanbin had. when you’d first walked into his dance class a year and a half ago, you had no idea the turn your future would take. his was the best class you’d ever taken and it was thanks to him that you had the courage to switch your major to dance and apply for the internship in the first place. you’d never meant to also fall in love with your famous instructor, but… who in the hell could blame you?
but there were clear and consistent obstacles in your relationship. hanbin being an idol, your devotion to your studies, your study abroad and soon, your permanent long distance. skype sex had been the only sex you’d had for a lot longer than your academic trip.
and as you lay in his bed, still untouched, you fear that it will remain that way forever.
“i didn’t mean that,” hanbin says quickly. “i meant—.”
“you meant that you don’t want to be apart from me,” you finish for him, knowingly. he nods his head sadly. “it’s really hard, isn’t it?”
hanbin nods again, looking down at his quilt and tracing the pattern.
“well then maybe you should come with me,” you suggest.
“what?” he asks, one brow piquing in confusion. “come with you to la?”
you shrug, smiling at him. “you don’t have to move or anything. but the company i’m joining just sent out a memo that they’re looking to diversify their tutting portfolio. we both know that’s your true passion. and i assume you’ll have at least a little bit of downtime this spring after…”
hanbin sighs, shaking his head regretfully. “i barely have time to practice anymore. i don’t think i’d pass a serious audition at this point.”
“are you fucking joking?” you say, pouncing on top of your boyfriend and shaking his shoulders until he laughs. “how could you ever say that? you’re the best dancer that i know, you dummy!”
hanbin smiles sadly at you. “... i don’t want to break up.”
your brow knits together as you take his face in your hands. “hanbinnie—.”
“i’m sorry i made you doubt me,” he apologizes sincerely. “i love you. we’ll find a way to make it work. maybe i can come with you. or we’ll make a point to visit every month. and we can have skype sex every day.”
you snort a laugh into your hands. “you LOVE skype sex.”
“i do,” hanbin admits unabashedly. he reaches behind your neck, pulling you down to him until you’re nose to nose. “but you know what?”
“what?” you whisper, your heat fluttering in response.
“i like the real thing a little bit more,” hanbin whispers back, his free hand sinking underneath the waistband of your jeans and squeezing you tightly.
“just a little?” you say with a pout, batting your eyelashes like the saddest puppy in the world.
“oh my fucking god, let me inside you already,” hanbin whines, pulling your jeans down from the back. you sit up so you can remove them completely. hanbin wastes no time in removing his too and you’re back on top of him in seconds, positioning him at your entrance and sinking down slowly. “fuuuck.”
you throw your head back, happy to finally be filled again. “i kind of like the new swearing hanbinnie. sounds extra depraved coming out of that pretty face.”
“oh, fuck,” hanbin moans as you start to bounce yourself up and down on his length. “you feel fucking amazing, baby. missed you so much.”
you do this for as long as you possibly can, but your legs eventually give out. hanbin pulls you down to his chest, taking over for you as he thrusts up into your heat again and again.
“i—... i love you, binnie,” you whimper into his shoulder, biting down gently every time he hits a particularly good angle. “want you to fill me up.”
“fuck, fuck, yes, baby,” he agrees too easily, his thrusting growing more haphazard. “whatever you want. i’ll do—... i’ll do whatever…”
he’s completely on the edge now. suddenly, a bit of panic shoots through you. “binnie, what—... what time is it?”
“doesn’t. matter,” hanbin punctuates each word with a less-than-rhythmic, sloppy thrust. “i. won. i made… sure of it.”
you try to wiggle your arm free to look at your watch, but you're hopelessly trapped under hanbin's weight.
“g’nna fill you up with cum and eat it out of you,” hanbin promises deliriously. it sounds so good that it melts any worry you have away. if hanbin’s not worried, then neither are you. “g’nna—... gonna…”
last chance: who do you think will win no nut november?
hanbin
gyuvin
Voting ended onDec 11, 2025
⋆˙⟡ find out who won no nut november here or here ⋆˙⟡
n. n. n. - the winner, the end: december 1st ⋆˙⟡ ** READ NOVEMBER 30TH FIRST
n. n. n. (a ltd. series) masterlist
general masterlist
⋆˙⟡ wc: all texts
⋆˙⟡ reader: gender neutral; all inclusive. NO pronouns used to refer to reader (not even they/them)
⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+ explicit smut; MINORS DNI!!!!
⋆˙⟡ summary: find out who wins no nut november below :)
⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight idiots make a bet amongst themselves to win no nut november. get ready for a very interesting month!
PLEASE let me know your thoughts about this whole ordeal!! i love hearing what you guys think :) ilyyy
!! please only proceed below cut if you are ready to find out who won no nut november !!
⋆˙⟡ epilogue
hope this ending tugged on your heartstrings a lil :) love you! hope you had a wonderful no nut november and that all your dreams came true
so i'm a liar and i can't get a new part up today. i think i should be able to by tuesday! that's the bad news. the good news is that both ending parts are going to be REALLY good and i'm excited for both of them.
also, isn't it a good thing that we get a little extension of no nut november? did anyone really want it to end? besides gyuvin and hanbin? no. so they shall hypothetically live in hypothetical suffering for a few more days in this warped fantasy world we've all created together.
OMG WHO IS GONNA WIN THOOOOO!? don't you wish you were me (the only person that truly knows. the knower)
anyway ily and thanks for your patience while i live my stupid little life and here's to two more months of zb1 than we thought
n. n. n. (a ltd. series) masterlist
general masterlist
⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.3k
⋆˙⟡ reader: gender neutral; all inclusive. NO pronouns used to refer to reader (not even they/them)
⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+ explicit smut; MINORS DNI!!!! specific smut warnings for this chapter are located under the cut. also some angst on this one!!
⋆˙⟡ summary: jiwoong has gone 27 days without his ex. he thinks he'll probably perish if he goes any more.
⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight idiots make a bet amongst themselves to win no nut november. get ready for a very interesting month!
loved writing this chapter!! <3 can't wait to finish this up soon. i'd day that the second place chapter will be up on the last day of the month and the winner's chapter will be up a couple days after!!
EXPLICIT SMUT WARNINGS: penetrative and unprotected sex (jiwoong penetrating reader; no specific anatomy or gender described). that's pretty much all!
jiwoong looks at the last text you sent him for the millionth time. the pain isn’t as fresh after a few weeks, but it’s somehow deeper. it’s not just sadness anymore. it’s emptiness.
there’s things of your still hidden on shelves in jiwoong’s dorm room that he’s been stumbling upon for almost a month now. every time he does, it’s like a punch to the gut.
there’s movies jiwoong watches. there’s unique trinkets he finds in stores. there’s even stupid short-form videos that he finds himself laughing at. and they all comfort and inspire him…
until he realizes he can’t share them with you anymore.
in the first two weeks, jiwoong felt like he could cry on command. his eyes would instantly water, even if there wasn’t an obvious reason. even if there was no immediate reminder of you. the absence of you was enough of a reminder.
now it’s just numbness. a sinking feeling in his chest followed by a dose of dull reality that nothing really matters anymore. not the way it used to. and though he knows it will get better, it will never get… the same.
and to think, it was all because jiwoong had kept a huge secret from you…
that he wanted to propose.
it was no secret that jiwoong’s youth was running out. he didn’t mind so much. he’d finally gotten to live his idol dreams on a big scale the past couple years, and that had provided him with enough career fulfillment to last a lifetime. soon, he’d have to enlist in the military and, once he got back, he’d likely take some acting and modelling jobs here and there and return to a semi-quiet life.
a life that he planned to share with you.
he’d always known it would come to that. you’d met four years ago by chance on a trip to bali. jiwoong had been struggling in his career and set out on a solo excursion to discover more about himself. he had no idea he’d also be discovering… you.
… a lot.
… like, every inch.
… over and over.
but the way you’d cursed jiwoong out on the plane when he’d spilled his coffee on you like an absolute nincompoop just sort of sealed the deal for him. he’d spent the rest of the flight staring at the gorgeous, coffee-covered stranger next to him, trying to figure out a way to get your attention again.
in a more positive way, that time.
as it turns out, packing an extra pair of headphones does come in handy in certain situations.
and, of course, a gigantic system error in which you both were booked to stay in the exact same hotel room. luckily it had been a two-bedroom suite with complete separation except for the front door, and, after watching the incredibly handsome man next to you make silly faces at a baby on the plane until she stopped crying, you’d decided to forgive him for his episode of clumsiness.
was sharing a suite with a stranger the most dangerous thing you’d both ever done? yes. but could your wallets really use the discount you’d each gotten from the hotel for the mistake?
even bigger yes.
and then you locked eyes from across the street at an arts festival, gotten a little tipsy, and headed back to just jiwoong’s room for the night…
and then repeated that last part every single night of your trip. and each day, jiwoong offered to be your sightseeing buddy. it was an offer you never seemed to want to decline.
the locals frequently asked if you were together on an anniversary trip. you’d gotten tired of saying no, so on one lunch outing, you’d just answered yes to the waitress’s polite question. jiwoong’s face was priceless— the shock palpable until you elbowed him gently.
“didn’t you say you were an actor?” you whispered with a laugh.
“i—... i am,” he’d stuttered, grinning when the sun hit your eyes at just the right angle— illuminating the mischief brimming in them. he turned to the waitress, now cool with confidence, and announced, “this is actually our honeymoon.”
you’d stayed in bali for seventeen days. you were going through a rough patch of unemployment and health problems so it didn’t really matter. jiwoong had shared his own personal struggle that led him to taking this trip too.
jiwoong had extended his trip an extra night so that you wouldn’t, “feel unsafe at night alone in the hotel.” he didn’t know that you’d extended yours another four days just to spend some more time with him.
that’s also what he meant by his silly excuse anyway.
and it had been a beautiful four years. until jiwoong screwed it all up last month, that is.
on the day that you’d broken up, and the day that his members had made the no nut november met and promised a vacation as the prize, jiwoong’s immediate thought was that he’d take you back to bali for an engagement trip.
and then he’d cried into his tteokbokki when reality hit him damningly.
so now it’s been twenty-seven days. the age that he was turning next month. the number of unopened messages in his phone. and far less than the number of times that he’d pleaded with the universe for you to come back to him.
but you hadn’t. and you weren’t going to.
he’d even heard from a couple mutual friends that you were doing great. you’d gotten a promotion to marketing director at your entertainment company. you’d adopted a rescue puppy. and you’d even been on a blind date.
jiwoong was so… oh, what’s the word? … happy… for you.
so happy, in fact, he could jump off the lotte world tower.
“c’mon, hyung, you need to get back out there,” matthew had urged jiwoong this evening at dinner. “i know a spot on the other side of the city where there’s never any photogs. it’s where i met my partner. it could at least be fun!”
jiwoong frowns.
“just think of it. you… and me,” matt smirks like an idiot. “together.”
“well now i really don’t want to go,” jiwoong replies with a sneer.
“i’ll be like your wingman! agh, you’ll be slaying poon in no time,” matthew says, jumping up and down excitedly like a child. it’s actually almost charming. “or whatever it is you’re up to slaying these days.”
“if i say yes now, will you promise to never say that ever again,” jiwoong barters, shaking his head in dismay.
matthew grins, pumping his fist high into the air. “deal!”
so that’s how jiwoong has ended up huddling in a corner at a rundown club in dongdaemun-gu on a thursday night. the club-goers are surprisingly rowdy and jiwoong feels wildly out of place. he’s getting a little old for this anyway.
not to mention, matthew ended up bringing his partner and ditching jiwoong to absolutely annihilate the dance floor. they’re literally breakdancing together. it’s kind of fucking awesome.
and it kind of makes jiwoong feel even more lonely than before.
he walks over to the bar, leaning casually on the counter as he orders a drink from the bartender. he knows he can just order a ride home and leave at any time, but then he’d be truly alone again.
and that, he was admittedly growing tired of.
the bartender hands jiwoong his glass of whiskey and he takes a sip, watching matthew and his partner in the crowd.
“woongie?”
jiwoong chokes on his whiskey at the all-too familiar voice that sounds behind him. fuck, fuck, fuck, this can’t be happening, he thinks, panic shooting through every vein in his body.
he turns around slowly, trying his best to act nonchalant. “hm? who—... oh, (y/n)?”
your brow knits in disappointment. “you didn’t even recognize my voice? it hasn’t even been a month.”
“NO, THAT’S NOT—,” jiwoong exclaims, taking an overzealous step toward you. he takes a breath, recentering himself. you’re the one who broke up with him. maybe he should make you sweat a bit. “uh… sorry. it’s just a little loud in here, is all.”
“uh huh,” you agree disbelievingly. “i just have a hard time believing you weren’t here hoping to bump into me.”
jiwoong frowns. “well, hold on a minute. what’s that supposed to mean?”
you blink at him. “i used to work here. back when we first met. you know that.”
so that’s why the name of this place sounded so familiar to jiwoong. he loved you dearly and always listened intently, but sometimes names of people and places got a little misplaced in his brain. he remembered now how you’d take your current coworkers out for drinks here on special occasions since you still get a good discount.
“right, i—... i know that,” jiwoong repeats, biting his bottom lip nervously. “i mean—... i forgot temporarily, but i do know—.”
“so? out with it already,” you command, arms folded across your chest. “what did you come here to say to me?”
jiwoong just stares at you, unsure of how he could get so lucky as to finally have an audience with you, yet unlucky enough to be totally and completely unprepared. the music is blaring in the club and jiwoong can’t even really think, let alone try to have a decent conversation with you. “can we go somewhere with less noise?”
“shouldn’t you have thought about that before you decided to try to run in to me at a club?” you asks, tilting your head to the side.
“i didn’t—...” jiwwoong starts to defend himself but thinks better of it. then, he remembers something. “if i recall correctly, you came up to me.”
“huh?” you hum, confused by his statement.
“just now,” he says with a small smile. “you came up to me. you saw me. you knew it was me enough to say my name. you could’ve just walked out the door and i’d have been none the wiser. but you didn’t.”
you stare at him for a moment before finally huffing and shaking your head. “fine. bathroom’s this way.”
you grab jiwoong by the wrist, pulling him down a dimly lit hallway and into the single-stall, all gender restroom at the end of it. after you lock the door, you turn to face jiwoong and sigh. “what?”
“uh. oh, um,” jiwoong stammers, looking around nervously at the close quarters you’ve trapped him in. “well… i guess don’t really know where to start.”
“typical,” you comment, rolling your eyes. “expecting me to do the heavy lifting yet again.”
“that’s not—.”
“i had to ask you to sleep with me the first time. i had to ask you to be my boyfriend. i had to ask you to move in with me before you debuted for the twelfth time,” you list, shaking your head in exasperation. “now i even have to be the one to ask you to get back together?”
“I WAS TRYING TO PROPOSE—...” jiwoong blurts out before your last sentence registers. “you—... you want to get back together?”
if your jaw could unhinge and fall off your face and onto the barely cleaned tile of the bathroom floor, it would. “pro—... propose?”
jiwoong exhales deeply, wincing ever so slightly in embarrassment. “yeah. i opened the new bank account to set aside money to buy you a ring.”
you blink back at him, stunned at the confession. “but—... but i asked you what it was for and you just got all avoidant and suspicious! why didn’t you just say that?”
“i didn’t want to completely ruin the surprise!” jiwoong exclaims, running a hand through his hair. “and i really, really didn’t think you’d break up with me over it.”
“i knew you were lying to me,” you say sadly. “you’ve never lied to me like that before. not for real.”
“(y/n), i’m so fucking sorry,” jiwoong apologizes, closing the distance between you until he can comfortably hold your face in his hands. “and i love you. more than anyone in the world. so much that i want to stay by your side for the rest of my life. and then maybe after that if you’re not too sick of me.”
“woongieeee,” you whine, happy tears starting to well up in your eyes. “i could never be sick of you, you absolute fool. of course i’ll marry you.”
“no, no, no, save it for the proposal!” he begs, putting a hand over your mouth. “i have it all planned out. you, me, at that restaurant in bali where we pretended it was our honeymoon.”
your eyes crinkle as you grin and jiwoong moves his hand from your lips slowly. his middle finger lingers on your bottom lip and you can’t help but take the opportunity to let it fall onto your tongue, close your lips around it, and gently suck.
jiwoong’s lips part as he watches you, entirely mesmerized.
your dress pants are unbuttoned and pushed down your thighs in seconds as jiwoong backs you into the bathroom wall. it’s dirty and depraved and it’s exactly what you’ve wanted for almost a month.
your fingers fiddle with the button on jiwoong's slacks before pulling the zipper down. he watches intently, meeting your gaze with a smirk as you take hold of him through his boxer briefs.
fuck the stupid fucking bet, jiwoong thinks to himself. times have changed. he has more than enough money now to take his future fiancée on a romantic getaway to bali.
briefly, jiwoong does kind of hope that no nut november becomes an annual event though. you really loved a competition, after all.
but this year, jiwoong was going to lose. and he was absolutely fucking elated to do so.
you take jiwoong's cock in your hand, pulling it through the opening in his boxers, too impatient to wait for him to remove any more clothes. and so is he. he reaches down, grabbing your right thing and wrapping your leg around his waist. jiwoong sinks himself inside of you with no time wasted, your tightness after so long without him making you both cry out in pleasure.
"oh my god, fuck," jiwoong moans, completely breathless. you always feel like heaven, but after this month... he's not even pretending like he can contain himself. "fucking christ, baby."
"missed me?" you ask, drinking up every bit of praise.
"yes," he growls into your ear, thrusting up into you harder. "fuck, yes, of course i fucking did."
"i love you, woongie," you whimper into his neck as the tip of his cock hits you in the exact right spot, over and over again. “missed you s’ much. so, so much.”
“i love you, baby,” jiwoong melts, kissing you so deeply that your head starts to spin. it’s all too much in the best way. you’ve never been more thankful for one of your annoying ass coworkers’ birthdays before. how lucky you were to stumble into the love of your life tonight of all nights.
“oh my god, oh my—,” you hiccup, your climax washing over you. jiwoong manages a few more thrusts to help you ride it out before he’s spilling over into you, one hand gripping into your thigh and the other supporting your back as he proves how much he’s missed you.
jiwoong definitely won that night. he was just playing a different game.
hi!! not specifically, no. i’m a cis woman so i feel like it’s a bit disingenuous to do so— i’m probably not knowledgeable enough on the perspective to do so either. i try to make most of my reader inserts completely gender neutral (i use NO gendered pronouns to refer to reader, not even they/them bc that’s still a gendered pronoun in the end) and without description of anatomy to make things as inclusive as possible so everyone can read and pretend. it’s kind of difficult to do that sometimes and i have to compromise on some things i’d like to put in but there’s always a way to reword and get things done well!
