being the most amazing girlfriend you are, you give your boyfriend an early birthday gift
contains: established relationship, soft!dom!jooyeon, oral sex (f!rec), fingering, praise, pet names, hair pulling (m!rec)
âHey, you.â You lean against the doorframe, hiding your hands behind your back.
Today, the sight of your boyfriend makes your heart race faster than usual.
âHey, baby.â Jooyeonâs smile stretches wide. The wheels of his chair spin as he turns to face you, arms already inviting you for a hug. âYouâre back.â
âI have a little surprise for you,â you say, your voice dropping an octave to sound even more mysterious.
âYour period is over?â
Your brows furrow for a second. âYes and no⌠It is over but why would thatâŚâ
Jooyeon puts a hand on his chest, his face twisting into a theatrical mask of agony. âThese five days have been long and torturous, baby.â
You blink rapidly as you take a brief pause before answering. âAnyways,â you shake your head. âI got you an early birthday gift.â
âOh my,â he breathes, straightening up a little; his eyes suddenly light up with a captivated surprise.
âSit down,â you say, still standing at a safe distance.
He nods once, his lips stretching in that boyish wonder of his. âYes, maâam.â
From the doorframe, you can literally see how his pupils dilated; how he radiates this breathless intensity while rubbing his palms against the fabric of his pants. You have his full attention and his curiosity is almost electric.
âClose your eyes.â You step forward, keeping your hands strictly behind your back. âNo peeking.â
âShit,â he lets out a low chuckle, his brows shooting up. He shuts his eyes but the grin stays permanent on his lips. He canât help but try to guess: âIs it thatâŚâ
âBetter,â you cut him off, smiling just as big as him now. The excitement is impossible to contain.
You hold out the tickets in front of his face. âOkay, open.â
First, his gaze focuses on the bold letters. Then, on the logo staring back at him; itâs a logo heâs perfectly familiar with and a small grin starts to form slowly on his lips. He reads the words silently, his brows then crashing in confusion.
âWhat,â he whispers, grabbing the paper from your fingers so he can look closely. His eyes dart across the text speedily. âDid you print these out yourself?â He laughs. âSince when are you so handy?â
For a second you only blink at him, puzzled. âNo! Why would I joke about this? Theyâre real, baby. I got them for you.â
âThese are World Cup tickets, baby.â He mutters quietly, looking you straight in the eyes.
âAnd we are going,â you say, chest swelling with pride and joy.
Jooyeon stands up so fast he almost falls on his face. He looks at the tickets, then at you, then back at the tickets⌠then, he yells.
They are very real.
âAre you serious?â He drops the paper on the bed, the biggest dumbfounded expression splitting his face as he grabs you by the waist and spins you around. âAre you crazy?? How???â
âIâll do anything for you,â you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck. âHappy early birthday.â
Jooyeon stares at you; dark eyes, gleaming so bright that you can feel your heart grow warm as you get lost inside them. A moment passes and you notice his gaze begins to sparkle with actual tears.
He sets you on the ground and cups your face, the action rushed and a little harsh due to his strong excitement; it only makes the breathless kiss even sweeter.
âYou are crazy,â he laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. âYou are the most incredible person on the planet. And you are my girlfriend.â
âI am,â you nod, chuckling along.
âHow did I get so lucky?â The question slips as a low whisper.
Before you can say or do anything, he jolts, as if he got struck by a lightning bolt.
âIâm going to the World Cup, baby!â He screams, sprinting into the hallway only in his white socks.
You watch him running a lap around the whole apartment, laughing at the sight of him pumping fists in the air, yelling for the entire building to hear. At one point, you are pretty sure you hear the balcony door open - then, him screaming in the open air.
When he bursts back into the bedroom, he falls to his knees in front of you; chest rising and falling in a wild speed.
âI actually canât breathe,â he laughs, flushed with joy. He slides his hands up your body, surprisingly slow.
âYou have a flight to book,â you say, the corners of your mouth curling at the view of his blushing face decorated with the biggest grin youâve ever seen.
You brush a stray hair from his forehead. He is so handsome, gazing up at you with a sea of love in his eyes.
âLater,â he murmurs, quieter. âThereâs something else I need to do first.â
A small, soft oh slips from your mouth.
Without breaking the eye contact, Jooyeon takes off his flannel shirt, leaving it on the ground. His hands then return on your body but not before they unzip your jeans, dragging them down your legs until they are tossed away too.
âJooyeon,â you murmur before a quiet gasp escapes you - he guides you a step or two backwards until youâre pressed against the edge of his desk.
âJust stay right here for me,â he mutters, his body hot, flooded with want.
He leans in, his teeth grazing your skin as he grabs the hem of your panties with his mouth; simultaneously, his fingers are hooked beneath the elastic, pulling them down your thighs.
The new sparkle in your eyes makes him smile as he pushes one of your legs up, holding it with his secure grip while leaning in even further. His warm breaths come in perfect contact with your clit, the smirk on his lips gradually vanishing as he relishes your familiar scent, your pretty shape; the way he can already sense the delight thatâs swirling inside you because you breathe faster than normal - and he hasnât even properly touched you yet.
âMissed you, baby,â he whispers, low, his eyes fluttering shut as his tongue smoothly traces your folds. One thorough drag is all it takes for his cock to thicken. âIâm so fucking hungry.â
But his hands remain firmly on you, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
Your breath shudders out slow as he flattens his skilled tongue against your heat, continuing the steady movements - he licks you at a low, easy speed, but lasciviously; sliding from your entrance to your most sensitive point.
A louder moan escapes you when he draws a deliberate circle around your clit, the patterns effectively strengthening the sensation before they turn into an open mouthed kiss.
âFuck, you taste amazing, babygirl.â he groans, his gaze flicking up to see your face twist in pleasure. âYou always do.â He brings two of his fingers, placing them in between your slick folds; they slide down with ease, then dip inside your warmth almost effortlessly. âShit⌠already so wet.â
The thrill of his calloused fingertips between your pussy lips was enough to make your jaw go slack, but when they insert you, slow and fully - till they curve deep deep inside, - your breathing comes to a halt.
You moan his name, melting inside from the way he magnifies the pleasure, stroke by stroke.
âSuch a good girl,â he murmurs, his voice low and and pleasant. âDripping just from my tongue. You deserve the best, baby. I love you, you know that, right?â
Though he barely looks because he craves to put his mouth back on you, his eyes finally lower - the very moment he pulls out his fingers; theyâre all sticky and wet.
He quickly licks the mess up, then spits on the tip of his digits, smearing the moisture all over your folds before parting them with his tongue.
The shift in the energy shoots a wave of electricity through you on the instant; this time, he moves faster, more demanding. His jaw clenches as he completely focuses on the momentum, on the way your hips react, twitching positively against his face.
Your voice elevates, pleading, just like every part of your body as he pushes his fingers back inside you, keeping them moving up and down while his mouth moves against you, just the way you love it.
âOh my godââ you grab a handful of his blonde hair, pulling with desperation; it definitely hurts but he likes it.
Your head falls back as your thighs start to tremble; Jooyeon remembers that they always threaten to close when your climax is near, so he strengthens his grip, preventing you from moving (or collapsing).
âGood girl,â he breathes heavily against your skin, shooting you a quick look. âStay still, baby. Youâre so fuckinâ close, arenât you?â
You nod in a rush, a whimpering sound slipping through your lips. You canât form a word that isnât please, or his name.
The squelching doubles in the room, the sound mixing with every small crack in your voice. Your arousal trickles down your inner thigh as Jooyeonâs firm, long fingers fuck you expertly; your walls throb and clench around them, like they know exactly whatâs coming.
âYou turn me on so bad, baby.â He pauses for a second, his touch shifting through your folds to press at your clit and rub softly. âBut I donât want to stop⌠I wanna keep eating this pussy,â he murmurs. Something in the way you squirm against his desk, or in the way your gaze - so gone and hazy - makes him chuckle, breathlessly and attractive. âYou have no idea how sweet you are.â
You donât answer right away, not with words at least. Your fist around his soft hair tightens, guiding him forward. Then, you whine something, youâre not sure what because your mind is entirely blurry.
When your walls are wrapped around his fingers again, they clasp onto them hard and tightly, and Jooyeonâs muscled tongue grinds again your clit instead of simply licking and lapping.
It grinds, good and harsh; again and again and again.
Until the scorching heat snaps. Your toes curl, your sweaty thighs close, but this time he allows it, meanwhile his curved digits stay inside you, keeping you full while you orgasm against his panting mouth, clit throbbing beneath his tongue.
You feel every spark of the relish, every single wave⌠when your eyes flutter open, you see him slowly back away with a deep sigh.
His handsome face is even more flushed now; his entire mouth is slick and shiny, his forehead glistens with sweat.
âThat was amazing,â you breathe, gently moving your fingers through his hair.
âYeah,â he agrees, looking into your dazed eyes. He unzips his pants, swiftly taking out his erected cock. His slick fingers close around the length; theyâre soaked from your intense orgasm. âNow I can really start eating,â he grins determined, leaning forward after you sit on top of his desk, legs spread wide.
Heâs never been happier. He feels so damn lucky.
â ⥠thank you for reading! || copyright Š joocomics 2026 all rights reserved. do not repost, copy or translate my works on any platforms.
writing this because i have no idea if itâs safe to share your ask with your google drive đ (btw tysm for sending me that pic the look is INSANE)
the link you attached at the end: https://x.com/with_reve/status/2058776319702466647?s=61 crazy. omfg how come i havenât seen this clip yet? I AM SO IN LOVE GODDAMN IT
let me also share even MORE frat!jungsu inspo i collected recently letâs make it even worse for us why the hell not :)
do you think joo is a slurper i get that vibe from him so much. saw this video of him flicking his tongue and maybe I'm just super horny and dirty brained but shittt....đŤđŤ
I keep wanting to go back to lurking on your blog, but you keep posting content that just has me coming back hahaha I feel a bit bad spamming your inbox so much, but huge bookworm here and I would absolutely love to see bookish content and recommendations based off the boys!! â â¨
oh my gosh you are not spamming at all! genuinely, youâre not a bother no matter how many asks you sent in, i always get giddy seeing you in my inbox bc i enjoy chatting with you âşď¸ so please youâre welcome anytime!
iâm happy you like the ideaaaa! do you have any favorite genres or authors? feel free to share what kind of books you read if youâd like ^^
hello friend 𼲠I'm sure you're like wtf happened to this girl??? Hehe I know. Long story short, I had to move unexpectedly (finding another place was INCREDIBLY hard and expensive), changed jobs again and I've been dealing with several health issues. BUT everything is kind of settled now đ I haven't even caught up with what the boys are doing lmao. No worries, I'll be back on track with them and with you !! omg you've been so active.
Have you ever been like this, that you miss some stuff because you're busy, then get overwhelmed with the thought of catching up with everything and as a result, miss out even more? lol. Now that I'm more relaxed I see it as so much content that I'm looking forward to. Crazy how the brain works sometimes
I was checking some of my last asks I sent you and in one of them I said I had big plans for my writing for this year (LMAOOOO I SHOULDN'T EVEN SPEAK DSNFIURHF) but I do still have the writing itch within me so I'll be posting something fs đ
I hope you've been doing well and taking good care of yourself I missed being here so muchhhhh â¤ď¸âđŠš
@alwayssizzlinggarden
HI HI I MISSED HEARING FROM YOU FRIEND đŤ
oh wow thatâs a lot but knowing you iâm sure you handled all of those changes well 𼚠i hope now that things have settled that youâre feeling better and more at ease! iâm currently dealing with some health issues too (actually i have yet another appointment tmrw) whatâs summer doing to us huh đ¤§
âhave you ever been like this, that you miss some stuff because youâre busy, then get overwhelmed with the thought of catching up with everything and as a result, miss out even more?â YES 𫩠more than once⌠i feel like with the way fandom culture is these days, thereâs this pressure on us (the fans) to be active all the time, always following everything thatâs happening in real time, watching every video, every variety show the day it drops⌠itâs impossible, iâm sure we all know this!
and yet we still feel guilty if weâre missing out new content or catching up weeks after itâs released đŠ which is a bummer because there is nothing wrong with this - we are adults with lives too. i try to remind myself that the boys arenât going anywhere - as well as their content. after all, the shows and videos they make are for our enjoyment; we should watch them whenever weâre in the mood for it so we can genuinely have fun catching up with them! i hope this makes you feel a little better about it (btw iâm still on ep two of their new show so) >< i tend to let their content pile up when iâm going through a tougher time so i can fully enjoy everything when my mind is more at peace
i know whatever writing project you decide to pick up itâs going to be great đ hope youâre doing well too! talk to you soon againnnn!!
would it be boring and niche if i make a post about the heroes as bookish romance genres đ
i know it sounds similar to the romance tropes post but itâs not; basically it would be me yapping about what romance genre each member is (based on vibes) and why. i can also give you book recs at the end for each member đŤ°đź
would it be boring and niche if i make a post about the heroes as bookish romance genres đ
i know it sounds similar to the romance tropes post but itâs not; basically it would be me yapping about what romance genre each member is (based on vibes) and why. i can also give you book recs at the end for each member đŤ°đź
â song rec: body & soul - emotional oranges, biig piig
( 18+ ) âââââ contains mentions of: manhandling, oral sex, creampie, use of toys, restraints, edging kink, brat taming, spanking, masturbation, strength kink
ę° A ęą aftercare
a must!
no matter the intensity of the experience, he never misses out on aftercare and murmuring i love you; itâs gentle, affectionate, romantic. with him aftercare always includes words of affirmation - expressing how much he enjoyed it and how good you were for him
he transitions seamlessly, pulling you in his arms, drawing patterns on your warm skin or threading fingers through your hair while talking to you softly - could be a deep talk about your future together or something else, more casual and mundane, like what movie youâre in the mood to watch
he carefully cleans you up, making sure youâre okay and fulfilling any needs you may have before preparing you a bath
ę° B ęą body part (his favorite body part of yours)
your ass (aka his pillow)
heâs grabbing handfuls of it any chance he gets. he loves staring at it when youâre wearing a pretty lingerie set just as much as when it is hidden in an ordinary pair of jeans. he loves spanking it, watching it jiggle, and squeezing the cheeks when you slowly sink down his cock in reverse cowgirl
heâs the most respectful, composed gentleman, but sometimes when youâre out in public he finds himself entering a trance if youâre walking around with something tighter that hugs your butt cheeks just right
constantly kneading at the flesh when heâs hitting it from the back and spreading your cheeks apart as he tells you just how much he adores it
ę° C ęą cum
he loves releasing inside you; deep, deep inside you
itâs another, much more intimate way of confessing his love for you. but⌠itâs also possessive; he canât deny the darker thrill he gains when he gets to thrust it all into you, till your pussy swallows every drop of his seed
his cum is on the thicker side, landing perfectly on your ass after he fucks you doggy style
ę° D ęą dirty secret
he fantasies about being tied up and edged by your gentle hands
any restraint will do - ropes, handcuffs, a silk ribbon⌠your pick. he desires to completely surrender to your touch and explore what itâs like to give his full control as it is something heâs never done; the idea of providing his bare body on display for you and you spoiling him when heâs unable to lift a finger excites him
ę° E ęą experience
he has experience from a few serious relationships
that has left him confident enough in his approach to romance. he flirts with ease and doesnât hesitate to show his interest, yet he always remains respectful of boundaries. his ability to read people is sharp, but with you, effortless - including in the bedroom; he adapts to your body language so quickly that he can sense your needs before you even voice them
ę° F ęą favorite position
classic doggy
it offers the perfect view - your bouncing ass, your pussy stretching out for his thick cock. but it also feels so damn good
depending on the day, he might pull you against his chest, one arm around your shoulders, big bicep pressed against your throat. or, he might lock your hands behind your back instead and play with the speed while you can only whimper into the pillows⌠the possibilities are many; he likes the idea of having control of so many things at once
loves pulling your hair and spanking you during doggy style, simultaneously showering you with compliments about how sexy your back looks. addicted to the feeling of your ass slamming against him, filling the room with loud clapping sounds
ę° G ęą goofy
i donât think so⌠if you chuckle at something, or make a little wholesome joke, he will chuckle along of course (heâll give you a quick kiss on the forehead for being so cute too; the fact youâre cracking a joke in a moment like this will warm his heart), but thatâs going to last only a second before his expression shifts back to pure passion
ę° H ęą hair
ever since he is with you? trimming it
ę° I ęą intimacy
it means so much to him
no matter how heated and intense things get in the bedroom, gunilâs main priority is to make you feel safe, loved, worshipped. even in the most consuming tension and lust, his care never wavers. you can feel your trust and mutual connection deepening with every touch
ę° J ęą jack off
not regularly
when he really feels the need to, he touches himself at night before bed; the strokes are slow and measured, while the image of you dressed in something pretty - preferably something he bought for you - remains clear and vivid in his mind
he doesnât play p*rn every time; he gets off to his own perverted thoughts easily and he likes it that way. but sometimes when heâs had a really long week, or heâs away on tour and misses your touch unbearably, he ends up browsing an adult website, watching a few minutes of an amateur faceless couple with the hopes that itâll bring a better memory of your warmth and tightness; he picks the video carefully - either doggy style or the girl riding the guy because up close shots of boobs turn him on
ę° K ęą kink
mirror sex; holding your face in his hand and keeping your eyes on your own reflection so you can see how beautiful you are when you take him⌠itâs always an unforgettable sight. when your eyes start fluttering shut from pleasure, and your head begins to tilt, is one of those moments where he allows himself to manhandle you rougher so you donât dare miss a single second. he commands you to keep your gaze on the mirror and tell him how much you enjoy watching yourself like that and why; you can hold onto the sink if needed but youâre not allowed to look away
manhandling; the effortless way he can lift or turn you in his arms never fails to make him hard. itâs always so easy to pin you down too, his firm hold keeping you spread open when your thighs begin to shake from the strong stimulation, his fingertips unintentionally leaving scarlet marks on your skin. the contrast of his strength can be always felt when heâs in full control of the pace, when heâs bouncing you up and down his cock, or when heâs flipping you over when you least expect it - which is a turn on for both of you
spanking; he loves it so much that he secretly likes it when your naughty mood swings provide an opportunity to drag you over his lap, his legs anchoring you in place as your skirt gets pushed to your hips. itâs immensely arousing witnessing you grow so wet from something so dirty⌠he alternates between smacks, light scratches to soothe the area and firm, eager squeezing. but the measured slaps against your deliciously rounded cheeks, which he counts out loud for you, offer the biggest wave of delight, no doubt
ę° L ęą location
your bed - because it hits different when itâs your floral bed sheets messed up with cum stains. or, your comfort pillow getting dirty by tears and black mascara. even the simple fact that the air carries the smell of your favorite detergent while he pounds into you excites him⌠itâs the little things. itâs the presence of your plushies and beauty products scattered around⌠so you
after you start living together, itâs the comfort of your shared bedroom where he can slowly undress you in front of the full body length mirror and lay you on the bed to kiss every part of you, from top to bottom
ę° M ęą motivation
compliments, words of affirmation and just⌠the privilege of being the one you turn to when you need something; he finds pleasure in being your sole solution
his body always hums with focus and protective energy whenever you have a request, but that blends with undeniable heat when the favour is done and you look at him with your grateful shiny smile
the soft thank you, the affirmation, âwow, that was quick! you have such strong hands,â the praises that land like a warm physical touch
ę° N ęą no
he can never use degrading names on you
brat? yes. bad girl? he likes that one a lot actually. but anything further than that, like slut, bitch, etc. is unacceptable to him; he can try them out if you ask, but theyâre not going to grow on him
ę° O ęą oral
loves loves giving
he finds the best, most pure, beautiful pleasure in making you feel good with his mouth; the view of you arching off the bed, moaning his name while your fingers are tangled in his hair as he works his tongue between your pussy lips is unmatched
he loves spreading your legs apart anywhere in the house - on the kitchen table like the true meal you are, his desk, the couch, on the marble countertop where he cooks you dinner⌠eating you out spontaneously in random places in your home always creates unforgettable moments, he never hesitates to drop on his knees and provide the pleasure and relief you deserve
ę° P ęą pace
he likes taking his sweet time with you; sex is something deep, personal - time for both of you to enjoy your company as well as a chance for him to shower you with love and remind you how special you are. he doesnât want to rush it
he starts slow and tender, unless he is in a more relaxed, playful mood - then, he still starts slow, but with the intention to tease you till you are extra reactive to every small touch
in both cases, the tension gradually increases and the pace smoothly transitions from sensual to intense; by the time he enters you, you are completely soaked from the long minutes of worship
ę° Q ęą quickie
as i mentioned, he likes taking his sweet time with you, so a quickie is a rare occurrence
if you end up fucking in a hurry against the door, itâs because you begged for it and he finds it very difficult to deny you, especially when youâre already palming him through his pants
when he says ten minutes, it really is ten minutes - no more, no less. he willingly indulges you when you have an extra moment before a casual gathering with friends or family, but anything involving work schedules is a different matter. he takes his commitments seriously and will politely deny you
ę° R ęą risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
heâs not super adventurous, and he is not risky at all, but heâs open to trying out new things that appeal to both of you - as long as they are performed behind closed doors
he likes seeing you happy and excited when you finally indulge in something youâve been dying to explore; your genuine enthusiasm is infectious and it easily sparks his curiosity, making him eager to learn more about how it can bring you even bigger pleasure
he sticks to things that he can do/use on you (except the ropes and handcuffs)
ę° S ęą stamina
lots of it
he can last long and go for a few more rounds if youâre in the mood for it; but he will make sure to offer you a break in between
ę° T ęą toys
they canât threaten him
he doesnât own any, but when he discovers that you have a vibrator, he is more than excited to use it on you. (the thought of ordering a clit stimulator has already crossed his mind prior to this)
he tries something different each time - using it while you are still in your panties, making you hold it on your clit when heâs fucking you through your orgasm, rubbing it against your heat only to stop when you are seconds away from your climax⌠only to realise he can do all of these things in one night
ę° U ęą unfair (how much does he like to tease?)
a lot but not to the point of being mean about it; just to make you beg and squirm a little
still⌠nothing beats a good brat taming session. he loves pulling you over his lap and giving you a lesson on how to behave when youâre acting naughtier than usual
ę° V ęą volume
clear, manly moans; relatively restrained in comparison to other members
he moans and groans depending on how strong the rush is. his sounds multiply little by little; heâs always very focused on your body and what makes you vocal, so there are moments where he goes quiet, just breathing heavily against your skin
dirty talk with praise is necessary; you have to know how amazing you feel, how beautiful and wet you are. youâre such a good girl. he is very smooth with it as well as with the occasional questions he likes throwing at you mid-thrust, waiting for you to give a coherent answer even when youâre a complete mess under him
his moans break into rushed desperate bursts when heâs reaching his peak
whimpers if you take charge and edge him/overstimulate him
ę° W ęą wild card (random headcanon)
he secretly loves it when you canât hold back your urge for physical touch in public
whether youâre casually caressing his arm, leaving your hand on his thigh for a second longer, reaching for his fingers across a table, or leaning against his shoulder⌠it stirs a sense of pride in him
and that sense of pride can often blend into arousal
ę° X ęą x-ray
slightly above average in size. very thick with a mushroom tip; it drives him crazy when you drag it slowly across your slick lips during a blowjob
thickness > length
ę° Y ęą yearning
he has a pretty good control of his urges
for example, going an unusually long time without being together doesnât shake him. not because he doesnât miss you, but rather that he has the ability to tame his own desires until he can have you in his arms again
ę° Z ęą Zzz
he never falls asleep immediately
the intimate vulnerability that follows after sex means just as much to him as it does to you⌠he always holds you close, stroking your hair as you chat softly in the dimly lit room
never forgets to press a small kiss on top of your head after you drift to sleep first
â ⥠thank you for reading! || copyright Š joocomics 2026 all rights reserved. do not repost, copy or translate my works on any platforms.
You diiiiid!! I love that for us truly đ¤ honestly that is so lucky of you, that you don't have to deal with that part of a shoot, it's truly a pain in the ass...
Please know if you ever decide to cook up a part 2 for this one, I will be here seated immediately!!! I'm sure i'm not alone with that đ¤ â â¨
i can only imagine the stress honestly, youâre a strong soldier for handling that đŽâđ¨đŤ°đź
eeee that makes me so happy, iâm glad you liked it so much đ (btw that specific slightly cocky and frustrating seungmin is soooo fun to write haha)
pairing: xdinary heroes x reader || maknae line x reader
genre: slice of life Âť 1.5k words
â⌠drabbles with various romance tropes, banter, slow burn
a.note ! apologies for the delay huhu | football player!jooyeonâs debut on joocomics hurray!!!
( hyung line ver. )
OH SEUNGMIN ⢠CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS
đ§ now playing... electric love - børns
Last Saturday of July. Or, as it is written in your calendar - the annual neighborhood block party and the traditional game of tag.
You sprint as fast as you can, your sneakers skidding on the grass; behind you, the chaotic shouts of the people you had grown up with since first grade echo through the dark, a mix of excitement and determination.
Needing a quick hiding spot, you finally decide to duck behind the thick overgrown hydrangea bushes. You plunge into the dark shadows only to collide directly with a solid wall of chest and heat. First, you gasp. Then, a warm, calloused hand clamps gently over your mouth.
âShh,â the familiar voice whispers right against your ear. âYou're going to give us away.â
You relax and pull Seungmin's hand away from your face. âYou scared the shit out of me, dummy.â You hiss under your breath.
For so many years now... youâve been hiding together during neighborhood games, sharing sleeping bags at camp and scraping your knees on the same hot asphalt.
But tonight, something feels different. His touch carries a sharp, strong pull that brings a foreign sort of friction.
The hydrangeas force you inches apart; the space is barely enough for one person. You lean back against the fence, but your foot catches on a root. Instinctively, Seungmin grabs you securely by the waist, steadying you. And he doesn't let go.
Up close, you see how much his jawline has sharpened, it's no longer soft and boyish; the well fitted white tee shows how much his shoulders have broadened over the last two years as his chest rises and falls against yours. It's not just from running - the game just started.
He murmurs your name, his voice making your skin tingle like never before.
âYeah?â you whisper, your heart suddenly hammering so loud you're terrified he can hear it through your ribs, or... feel it, through his hand pressed against your waist.
âYour...â his eyes drop to your mouth before drtifting back to your eyes. He swallows and then: âI think my bracelet got tangled in the ribbon on your collar.â
He doesnât move; his hand remains suspended right at the dip of your collarbone, his knuckles hovering just milimeters from your bare skin. Like that, the familiar, comfortable warmth that defines your friendship turns into live electricity. A dizzying wave of whiplash hits you the moment his gaze lowers to your lips one more time, dark and intense.
Is this right... wanting your best friend to lean down, and erase those last few inches and kiss you?
âFound you!â A blinding beam of a flashlight cuts through the leaves, shattering the silence between you and Seungmin. The spell breaks as a triumphant shout erupts from outside the bushes. âYou're out! Both of you! Come out, come out.â
HAN HYEONGJUN ⢠THE DARE
đ§ now playing... eyes off you - prettymuch
âAre you insane?â Hyeongjun whispers, his face burning red. âAbsolutely not, I'm not doing that. I'll look like a creep.â
âCome on, man,â Jiseok chimes in, âlet us help you for once.â
âJust say the words, coward,â Jooyeon tosses a peanut at Hyeongjun's shoulder. âTell her she's the hottest girl you've ever seen. Easiest fifty bucks you'll ever make.â
âMaybe don't...â Gunil tries to speak up, but Seungmin suddenly starts chanting, lifting his beer bottle in the air:
âThis is the summer of Han Hyeongjun, everyone!â
Hyeongjun stands up on shaky legs. He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, already regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment. Fifty bucks cash! Jooyeon calls out behind him. You have to say the words!
As he walks across the lawn, the space between his friends and the oak tree feels miles long. He stops just at the edge of the picnic blanket where you and your friend are sat.
You, the prettiest girl he has ever seen, in the prettiest green dress he has ever seen, stop talking mid-sentence to look up, eyes narrowing slightly as you take in his tall, panicked frame.
âHi,â he breathes, then clears his throat quickly, forcing himself to look down at you. âI'm... I'm really sorry to interrupt your evening, but I just... I had to come over here and tell you that...â
The words come out heavy, entirely ridiculous hanging in the cool evening air. Hyeongjun just wants to sprint back to his apartment and lock the door for a week.
Fuck those fifty bucks.
âI draw sometimes too,â he blurts out.
You blink, your defensive expression shifting into confusion. You glance down at the open sketchbook in your lap where a half-finished sketch of the park's fountain sits.
âWhat?â you ask quietly, watching him just hover there, his shoulders hitching up to his ears.
âYour... your sketchbook. I just noticed that you're drawing, and not reading, or... scrolling on your phone like everyone else. I'm sorry, that was incredibly awkward. I'll just... go.â
He can see the collective disappointment on his friends' faces once he turns around, but he doesn't care anymore. Heâs relieved that he at least chose a normal, human sentence.
And then, just as he's about to take his second step, he hears your melodic voice, the tilt making his heart race faster.
âWait!â
Not wasting a second, he turns, noticing your friend lean back with an intrigued smile. You shift on the plaid blanket, the sketchbook tilting onto your bare legs as your hair catches the last rays of golden hour light.
âDid you just use that as a pick up line because your friends dared you to get my number, or do you really draw?â you ask, observing his coy face with a newfound curiosity.
âA bit of both,â he answers, letting out a self-depricating laugh. âI'm Hyeongjun.â Though his neck feels hot like he has a fever, his posture visibly relaxes a bit.
âNice to meet you, Hyeongjun.â You beam with the prettiest smile Han Hyeongjun has ever seen.
LEE JOOYEON ⢠FISH OUT OF WATER
đ§ now playing... nothing really matters - madonna
You press your forehead against the cool glass of the charter bus window, watching the highway blur past. Two rows ahead of you, the starting defensive line is currently screaming at a nintendo switch screen, while across the aisle, the backup goalkeeper is meticulously wrapping his lucky athletic tape around his left shin for the third time this hour, whispering what sounds like a prayer to the gods.
Jesus, you hate football.
Footsteps echo down the aisle, cutting through the bass of a Kendrick Lamar track blasting from someone's portable speaker. You look up as Jooyeon slides into the empty seat beside you, a massive grin stretching across his face; heâs dressed in his usual varsity track jacket.
âComfortable?â he asks, handing you a coffee, then slinging an arm over the top of the headrest.
You slowly close the laptop, giving him a flat, unamused look. âI have never felt more out of my depth in my entire life. Your teammate over there is literally kissing his⌠shin pads.â
âHey, don't knock the rituals.â Jooyeon laughs, nudging your shoulder with his. âYou look like you're about to write a psychological horror piece instead of a sports article.â
âI really don't know how me getting dragged to this is going to be useful,â you say, gesturing vaguely to the chaotic bus around you. You take a sip, then continue: âPeople want to know why you crashed a golf cart into the university fountain, Jooyeon, not which Mario Kart character your teammates identify with.â
âBut they already know about all of that. That's why I'm in the doghouse,â he points out, a ring of annoyance briefly tilting his voice. âIf you just write a boring apology piece, nobody's going to buy it. Nobodyâs going to forgive me. But if you show what happens here... how much pressure is not only on me, but all these guys, how hard we work and how we actually function when we aren't being idiots at frat parties... that's a real story.â
Your eyes narrow as you study the relaxed, confident tilt of his head a little more. âYou know, I'm aware why you're doing this. You don't care about journalism, and you certainly don't care about the universityâs newspaper. You just want me to write a stunning piece so you can get back on the field. And to make the campus girls forget you are a menace.â
Jooyeon's grin falters just for a second, a sudden serious flash crossing his eyes before he masks it. âIs that what you really think of me?â
âI've spent three years watching football players on this campus," you stand your ground despite the slight flutter in your chest; all because of the way he holds his gaze on you - like thereâs absolutely nothing more important or interesting that could steal his attention right now. âGive me one good reason to think you're any different.â
Jooyeon continues looking at you for a long moment, the rowdy noise of the bus fading into the background between you. Then, a soft, breathy laugh escapes him as he shakes his head, reaching into his duffel bag. âFair enough,â he murmurs, giving an ending to this conversation. He pulls out a slightly crushed paper bag, holding it out to you. âBlueberry muffin. To prove my dedication to the cause, you know.â
You stare down at the little bag, then up at his ridiculously charming face - at his glinting eyes which you see almost every day now. You let out a defeated sigh and accept the sweet treat, realising with a jolt just how easily he has woven himself into your life.
copyright Š joocomics 2026 all rights reserved. do not repost, copy or translate my works on any platforms. | check out the dragon pony version here!
pairing: xdinary heroes x reader || hyung line x reader
genre: slice of life Âť 1.6k words
â⌠drabbles with various romance tropes, banter, slow burn, slight hint of angst | c.w ! light alcohol consumption, cursing, clumsy!gaon
a.note ! jungsuâs drabble is inspired by a scene from the novel normal people by sally rooney
( masterlist )
GOO GUNIL ⢠MATCHMAKER GONE WRONG
đ§ now playing... good to me - seventeen
You enter the restaurant and spot your friend already seated at a booth, tapping on her cellphone.
âHere we go.â You glance at Gunil with a grin.
You both came together straight from work and heâs still in his usual button-up when he takes his coat off, sleeves rolled up to make him look more casual and relaxed than he actually feels.
âYou didnât need to do this, you know.â he says, voice low but amused in that calm, composed way of his.
âYes, I did.â You reply determined, nudging him forward. âEveryoneâs bringing someone to the party. Youâre not showing up alone.â
I donât mind it, Gunil thinks to himself, but remains quiet.
Your friend looks up with a warm smile when you approach. The introductions go smoothly. Soon, menus are open, food ordered. The conversation - easy. As expected, your friend is talkative and charming.
When the waiter arrives with your orders, Gunil reaches across the table to slide the glass closer to you, like he often does in the office in case something ends up far from you; he does it absentmindedly, like itâs a newfound muscle memory. His fingers brush yours, light and accidental, but enough to send a tiny spark.
Enthusiastically, your friend mentions that she has seen a great musical last weekend. âIt was incredible! The singing was so good and donât get me started on the costumes. I think you might like this one.â
You smile politely, but before you can reply, Gunil speaks up next to you, lips twitching. âNot unless itâs animated.â
Your friend chuckles intrigued while you just stare surprised at him.
âWhat?â He grins. âYou said you hate the whole breaking into a song thing unless itâs with animated characters.â
Heâs not wrong. You did say that once⌠perhaps a month ago? Or two? You donât remember. How does he recall something so small and insignificant? You glance back at your friend, trying to ignore the way your heart jumped.
Later, after youâre done with dinner, you decide to order drinks and the waiter returns. He hovers, pen ready. But youâre still skimming the wine list although you order the exact same thing every time.
Then, suddenly you hear Gunil chime in.
âSheâll have a glass of savignon blanc. Right?â He meets your eyes with that familiar coy smile. âCold, please.â He adds when you nod in agreement.
You never wouldâve guessed he pays attention to something as small as your go-to wine order. This new knowledge presses warmly against your chest as you sit back silently, letting the conversation flow at the table.
They chat easily - about work, school, travels. They start laughing and you nod wordlessly along, adding with something mostly if needed. You find yourself suddenly quiet and distracted; all you can do is wonder⌠since when does he know you so well? When had he started sounding like someone whoâs known you all his life and not since the day you joined the company last winter?
And then another thought strucks you, sharp and unsettling. You arranged this. You decided to play matchmaker. It was your idea - to introduce them to each other. Not just for the sake of the work party, but possibly with the idea that it might become something more for them.
But now, watching him smile at your friend, you wish you hadnât. You also wish you hadnât agreed to go to the party with the hr assistant just because he was your mentor during your first two weeks. You wish you could turn back time.
KIM JUNGSU ⢠ALOOF COUPLE
đ§ now playing... over the moon - the marĂas
Itâs a warm evening in July. Youâre celebrating the start of the summer at one of your friendsâ house backyard while her parents are away on a trip. Jungsu still has two exams left, but heâs not worried about the material, so heâs here too.
The air is thick with chatter and music, laughter and chlorine from the big pool. People are splashing in and out of the water, shouting. Youâre sat at the edge with a can of sofa in hand, watching the on-going game with feet in the water. Itâs the second round of the shoulder wars game - Jungsu steadies his partner onto his broad shoulders, his hands grasping on her tanned legs. âThatâs a strong torso youâve got there,â you hear her say, giggling.
Your gaze still lingers on the scene after the match is over and he comes over to you with a small smile, standing in the water where your legs are dangling lazily.
He pushes his wet hair back from his forehead, shoulders glistening. âHow did I do?â He asks, chest heaving in excited breaths.
You tilt your head, not leaving him out of sight. âYou two make a good team.â
He lets out a short laugh. âI could argue that.â
Instead of saying anything more, he reaches up with one hand, circling your ankle under the water. His thumb brushes against your skin almost absentmindedly; the touch is light and discreet, small. But it also feels⌠intimate. Intimate enough to send electricity up your body; to make it unable to look away from him and his wet lips.
Your gaze suddenly lifts up when someone shouts his name, calling him for another round.
âIâm taking a break for this one,â Jungsu announces before hopping onto the edge to sit next to you.
His hands press flat on the tiles as he steadies himself with a sigh.
You pretend to adjust, but itâs just the sudden nearness that makes you feel slightly nervous for some reason. Thereâs water dripping all over his nice body and heat radiating from his skin despite the night air. His swim shorts are clinging to his thighs.
You swirl your can of soda, forcing your eyes on the rising bubbles. A moment later, someone calls for him again.
Silently, he lifts a hand, signaling that heâll pass.
You breathe out a low chuckle before commenting: âThey really want you back in the game.â
The corner of his mouth tugs upward. âTheyâre doing fine without me,â he says, then shoots you a glance. âI prefer staying here with you.â
âDude, learn to read the room!â Someone says from across the pool, dramatically enough to steal everyoneâs attention.
Both of you instinctively turn toward the noise. Jungsuâs gaze drops as a sheepish smile curls his lips once his friendâs teasing sinks in.
âGive the lovebirds some space, Jesus.â Another voice chimes in, followed by numerous chuckles.
KWAK JISEOK ⢠SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE
đ§ now playing... little freak - harry styles
The house is full of Halloween decorations and people in various costumes - there are glittering masks, dangling skeletons, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and so much more.
Dressed as a witch, you lean against the wall, drink in hand, trying to be polite by letting the guy youâre talking to - a pirate - finish his story about this protein shake that he thinks is going to impress you.
Then⌠is it fate or just bad timing, you donât know - Jiseok enters the scene.
Heâs carrying two beers and looking somewhere else entirely when he turns right into the pirate beside you. The foam explodes, the beers splattering all over his white shirt.
âOh, shitâsorry!â Jiseok stammers, his eyes wide in shock. âDude, I didnât even see you there!â
âYeah, obviously.â The guy mutters under his breath.
All you can do is lean back, lips pressed together as you try not to burst into laughter. Chaos always follows Jiseok - some things never change.
âSeriously, IâŚâ Jiseok turns to you, looking mortified as the guy walks away. âI swear I didnât do this on purpose. Please tell me you donât think I was trying to ruin your date or somethingâŚâ
You raise an eyebrow, fighting a grin. âFirst off, it wasnât a date. Second⌠relax, you actually did me a favour.â
Jiseok lets out a small laugh, something close to relief that breaks some of the tension. Heâs wearing a vampire costume and his hair is messy; the kind of messy that always seems to work for him, making him even more attractive.
Few songs later, you escape the noise by slipping outside. You settle on the front steps, and he follows, carefully handing you a drink.
âNot a single drop spilled,â he says satisfied, making you chuckle. âWhat can I say? I grow every day.â
âGood for you,â you nod with a grin. âTook you whatâŚâ
âTwo years⌠and eleven months. But whoâs counting?â
You glance at him over the rim of your cup. âYou are.â
He doesnât deny it. He doesnât even laugh or anything. He looks away toward the street where a group of trick-or-treaters pass by.
âI didnât expect us to stay in the same circle of friends,â he says eventually. âI thought youâd avoid anything remotely connected to me.â
âI tried.â You exhale.
Your words hang there for a little while until he speaks up, gazing down into his cup. âDo you think dating me was a bad idea?â His voice is steady yet a bit unsure.
You turn to him slowly. When your eyes lock, you notice that familiar ache you know too well, like time hasnât dulled a thing.
âI thinkâŚâ you speak carefully, âit was the right thing at the wrong time.â
âYeah,â Jiseok murmurs softly. âTiming wasnât always on our side.â
You huff out a chuckle, small and bittersweet, glancing away at the porch lights flickering. But it doesnât take long for your eyes to meet again.
âI missed this,â he admits, quieter. âYou⌠us. You know, I kept waiting for the part where Iâll stop missing you, but⌠still waiting.â He shifts, adjusting elbows on his knees with a rueful curve on his lips.
You swallow, trying not to smile too soon. âI miss you too.â
Like that, the world suddenly feels hushed, the laughter and the music blur into a single distant background noise. Neither of you moves, but Jiseokâs shoulders ease, a smile tugs at your faces.
The energy shifts, light and hopeful⌠like something is finally finding its way back home.
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