✶.˚˖࿔ ࣪ puzzle piece, you're my missing part - woonhak.
✶ part of the memories to a song event!
⋆｡°✩ pairing nonidol!woonhak x gn!reader wc 0.832k tw none genre fluff!!, uni!au, friends to still friends but they're more in love, mutual pining, did i mention fluff
⋆˚꩜｡author's note requested, woonhak i love him!! and yk who else loves him the lovely @moesthinking !!! happy birthdayyyyy im dedicating this fic to u hehe i hope u enjoy this sweet hakie and u have an amazing day and year ahead of u!! love u lots <33 anyway enjoy and happy reading <3
˚₊‧꒰ა prompt "wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment".
⋆˙⟡ synopsis when it's cold outside, perhaps you can carry some of his warmth with you?
♬⋆.˚ listen to sentimental heart (she & him).
⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^
you sigh, looking down at your watch for what feels like the twentieth time tonight. “ah, it’s getting late. i really should get going, or else they’re going to start this meeting without me.”
woonhak groans, spinning around on his desk chair. “why do clubs even have meetings so late at night?”
you shrug, following his movements with a small smile from your place on his floor. “i wish i knew.”
it’s a monday night, and you’re warm and cozy in woonhak’s apartment. his roommates are out studying, and you’d come here from classes yourself at woonhak’s invitation of dinner together.
(leehan had paused next to you on his way out with the rest of them, looking back at woonhak arguing with sungho. “he doesn’t cook for us ever,” he’d told you with a grin.
“maybe because you guys are more picky,” you’d shot back, but you couldn’t deny the flutter in your chest at his words.
“nah,” said taesan, knocking on your forehead with a knowing smile. “this guy? it’s not because of that.”)
you sigh, standing up and brushing off your clothes. “thanks for the food. it was really good.”
“it was just pasta,” woonhak protests, but he grins at you nevertheless.
you grab your sweater and pull it on, glancing outside at the swaying trees across the street under the amber lamplight. “it looks windy out there.”
“does it?” woonhak’s voice carries a note of concern, and you turn back to him with a smile.
“it’ll be okay!” you grab your backpack and head over to the entrance of his apartment. slipping your feet into your shoes, you kneel down to tie the laces. “bye, woonhak.”
“wait!”
you look up at him getting up from his chair, waving a hand at you as he disappears into his bedroom. “wait there!”
you stand in the doorway, confused, shoelaces only half-tied as you stand back up. you hear him rummaging around, the soft thud of the closet door closing, and then he’s back, rushing towards you with a smile on his face and folded fabric in his hands.
“come here,” he says softly, his fingers beckoning you towards him. something in your heart stutters as you oblige, taking off your shoes again to join him in the middle of his living room.
woonhak unfolds his jacket from his arms, stepping into your space to drape it around your shoulders. “you’ll be cold with just what you’re wearing,” he murmurs. he glances up at you, and you can see yourself reflected back in his dark irises.
oh.
heat rising to your cheeks, you can only nod mutely. you grab the sides of the dark brown fabric, feeling its softness between your fingertips. it’s solid, it’s warm. you pull your arms through the sleeves, and all you can think about is how he probably never thinks twice about wearing this jacket on a cold morning.
he’s the one who wears this.
and now it’s you.
as you zip up the jacket, he moves over to his chair, where he’s kept a scarf hanging over the back. he picks it up, shaking it out as he comes back over to you. “this will help you too”, he says, wrapping the knit fabric around your neck.
what makes your heart pound so hard in your ears isn’t the fact that you’re wearing his clothes, not really.
it’s the fact that he’s so gentle.
earlier, with giving you the jacket. and now this. he loops the scarf once, twice around your neck, adjusting it so the hanging ends look even to any onlooker. he pulls the edges up around your ears, his knuckles brushing your cheeks, and you pray to whatever god is looking down on you that he doesn’t notice the heat radiating off your skin.
“all good?” he asks softly, and you nod.
“warm and toasty,” you croak out after a moment, and the smile he gives you is somehow so unlike him, yet perfectly woonhak at the same time: small, yet it puffs up his cheeks and crinkles the edges of his sparkling eyes.
“okay,” he breathes, his hands resting on your arms for just a moment longer before he steps back. “i’ll let you go now.”
i don’t want to leave, you think, but you turn anyway. away from the warmth of woonhak’s apartment, away from the warmth of him.
well. perhaps you’re not quite turning completely away. after all, with woonhak’s jacket and scarf, it kind of feels like his warmth is surrounding you.
like a hug.
he watches as you crouch down, tying the laces of your shoes properly this time, and smiles as you stand back up. “bye, y/n,” he says, giving you a small wave.
“bye, woonhak,” you say, waving back. “thank you for the jacket. and the scarf.”
his smile grows wider. “it’s nothing. stay warm out there, okay?”
“mhm,” you nod, and you know that no matter how strongly the wind blows tonight, you’ll be warm.
Summary: Leehan has a habit of getting a little too close and saying things meant only for you, but this time, curiosity turns into something harder to ignore when he decides he wants to “check” something again, and your reactions become his favorite part.
It’s not the first time he gets this close.
You’re already used to the way he slips into your space without warning, the way he talks only for you even when there are other people around, the way he says things he never repeats out loud.
But today feels different.
Because he doesn’t stop at just looking.
He leans in like he always does, like he’s about to say something meaningless, and you’re already ready to brush him off… until his voice lands right next to your ear.
“Your lips…”
You go still without meaning to.
“What?”
you murmur.
He doesn’t answer right away, just tilts his head slightly, looking at you up close like he’s comparing something in his mind.
“Why are they so soft?”
Your breathing shifts before you can control it.
You try to look at him like nothing’s happening, but he’s already watching your reaction, attentive, unhurried.
“Leehan…”
“And your tongue…”
he adds, lowering his voice just a little more.
Now you look at him.
Directly.
“It’s like jelly.”
You don’t know what to say.
And he notices.
Of course he does.
His eyes linger on yours for a second, then drop briefly to your lips before coming back up, like he doesn’t care about hiding it.
“I try not to think about it,”
he says, almost like he’s speaking to himself.
“But I can’t.”
You feel the warmth rise to your face and turn your head slightly.
“You’re acting weird today.”
“No,”
he replies calmly.
He leans in a little closer.
“I just want to check again.”
He doesn’t give you time to react.
His hand moves first, holding your jaw gently, guiding your face back toward him. He doesn’t grip tightly, but he doesn’t leave much room for you to pull away either.
And then he kisses you.
It’s not a brush.
It’s direct.
His lips press against yours like he already knows what he’s looking for. He doesn’t rush, but he doesn’t hesitate either, and it takes you a second to respond, more out of surprise than anything else.
When you do, he reacts immediately.
He leans in closer, enough to deepen the kiss without turning rough, keeping you there like he’s focused on every small response you give him.
Your hand ends up resting on his arm without you thinking about it, and he seems to like that.
You can tell in the way he stays a little longer, in how he doesn’t pull away right away.
When he does, it’s only to breathe, but he doesn’t move far. His gaze drops to your lips again, watching them like he’s evaluating something.
“Yeah…”
he murmurs.
His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek.
“They’re still like that.”
Before you can answer, he kisses you again.
This time more certain.
Like he’s already confirmed what he wanted.
And between one kiss and the next, he pauses just enough to look at you, not fully, just enough to catch your reaction, your breathing, any small sound you let slip.
That’s what he likes.
It shows.
He’s not in a hurry.
He doesn’t need to say anything else.
He just stays there, kissing you again like that’s enough, like the only thing he wants is this… and the way you react every time.
ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ ROBLOX IS TOO HARD — 명재현 smau oneshot ۪ ֹ ᮫
non-idol!jaehyun x reader
ᯓ★ synopsis — who knew roblox could bring two people together?
ᯓ★ genre(s) — crack, humor, strangers to friends to ??? (possibly)
ᯓ★ warnings — cursing, ‘kill’ mentioned, ‘yn’ mentioned kinda, jaehyun being dragged lowk, haewon a FREAK!! attempted humor, uhm idk anymore SORRY, yn says ‘she’ when referring to themselves but it’s a MEME PLS IM SORRY 😞 FEAT. haewon of nmixx and all of bnd,
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NOTE 🗒️: i thought i was clever with leehans user so don’t be surprised when it’s used for another smau .. 🧐 also idk if i want this to be a romance or just friendly so whoops 🤧 @tacoburrito616 here you go ok damn 😊🤤
Summary: You stay over at Jaehyun’s apartment for the first time, expecting a quiet morning. Things only get worse when he decides your morning laughter is his new favorite sound.
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was warmth.
Not yours.
The blanket had shifted sometime during the night, and the morning light was already slipping through the curtains in soft lines across the room. You stayed still for a few seconds, still half asleep, trying to remember where you were before everything slowly came back.
Jaehyun’s apartment.
The movie you never finished.
Him insisting you take the bed while he slept on the floor because “it’s literally fine, stop arguing.”
You sat up slowly, fixing your hair with one hand before finally looking down beside the bed.
And stopped.
Jaehyun was already awake.
He was still lying on the blanket on the floor, his head resting against one hand while he watched you quietly, like he had been doing it for a while.
He didn’t even try to hide it.
Your heart stumbled awkwardly.
How long had he been awake?
Worse.
How long had he been watching you?
The thought made you nervous way too fast. You immediately looked away, pretending to suddenly care about literally anything else inside the room.
“Morning…” you mumbled.
Your voice came out quieter than you wanted.
“Morning.”
He sounded way too awake.
You tried focusing on calming your heartbeat instead of thinking about the fact that he was still looking at you. The apartment was quiet, and somehow that only made everything feel more embarrassing.
Then you heard the blankets move.
You thought he was getting up.
But a second later the floor wasn’t creaking beneath him anymore.
You felt the mattress dip behind you.
And then his arms wrapped around your waist.
You tensed in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
Jaehyun didn’t answer immediately.
He just rested his head against your shoulder from behind, moving closer like this was the most natural thing in the world. You felt his cheek brush softly against your shoulder, seeking attention in a ridiculously gentle way.
“It’s cold,” he murmured.
“Liar.”
He laughed quietly against your shoulder.
“A little.”
You turned your head slightly to look at him, and that was a mistake.
Because he was too close.
His eyes still had that sleepy look to them, messy hair falling over his forehead while he stared at you without pulling away even a little. Somehow that only made you more nervous.
You tried slipping out of his arms before thinking too much about it.
Jaehyun reacted immediately.
“Ah, no.”
“Jaehyun—".
His fingers moved against your waist and a startled sound escaped you before you started laughing from the surprise.
“No, no, no— stop!”
He started laughing too.
“Why are you running away?”
“Because you’re being weird!”
“Me? You’re the one who can’t look me in the eyes.”
“Jaehyun!”
You tried pushing him away while he kept tickling you with absolutely no intention of stopping. The room quickly filled with your laughter and his useless attempts at defending himself while you nearly folded in half trying to escape him.
Eventually he calmed down.
Or more accurately… you ran out of energy to keep fighting.
You ended up leaning back slightly against his chest, still trying to catch your breath while he kept his arms around you, much quieter now.
The silence afterward felt different.
Slower.
You lifted your head slightly to look at him.
And Jaehyun kissed you.
Quick.
Soft.
Right on the lips.
Your brain stopped working for a second.
He pulled back just slightly, still close enough to make your heart trip over itself, watching you like he was waiting to see your reaction.
And before you could say anything, he leaned in again, this time pressing a small kiss to your forehead.
Your heartbeat climbed straight into your throat.
Jaehyun kept looking at you with that unfairly calm expression.
Then, without really thinking, you leaned a little closer toward him.
His eyes immediately dropped to your lips.
And just when it looked like you were about to kiss him…
you pulled back.
You only lifted one hand to mess up his hair even more.
Then you ran out of the bed laughing.
“WHAT?!”
Jaehyun stayed completely still.
Confused.
He watched you disappear out of the room still laughing while he sat there on the bed trying to process what had just happened.
“WERE YOU GOING TO KISS ME OR NOT?!” he yelled after you from the bedroom.
⌗ synopsis: you try to soft launch your secret relationship now that your duo has come to the spotlight, only for your boyfriend to leak it, like a fool..
⌗ genre(s): oneshot smau, established relationship, secret relationship, idol x idol, kiiikiii 6th member au, fluff, crack, humor(?)
⌗ warning(s): cursing, innacurate timestamps so pls ignore, ‘yn’ mentioned, ignore music at top, attempted humor, yns fc is yeonjung from youngposse but imagine whatever u would like FEAT. jiyu from kiiikiii, yeonjung fc, random fans, (me sneak 🤫)
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NOTE 🗒️: hi so it’s kinda a hot mess bc i made it from 3-5 am as u can tell from the time stamps so sorry 😢
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my ex is a vampire! | woonhak x f! reader (suggestive)
syn: vampirism has never looked hotter than on an ex you swore you're over. Kim Woonhak is still as infuriating—but at least he comes with a set of fangs now!
cw: suggestive themes !!! (making out, blood-drinking, not explicit but alludes to more)
a/n: happy 20th to my dearest loveliest moemoe @moesthinking !!! i'm so lucky to have met you and grown alongside you in the past year,, genuinely, its such an honour to be friends with someone so cool, smart, funny, kind, etc. etc. insert every wonderful adjective out there because you are all that! i wrote this whole thing with u in mind--it's got a mix of the rosy crackfic comedy + the moe staples of fwb dynamics and lotsa making out (*wink wonk*). i hope u like it! oh! and ilyyyyyyyy!!!
What a night, honestly!
You're young, you're wild, you're fucking free—of everything and everyone who can tie you down to commitment! It's a night deserving of endless celebration, with the ear-shattering EDM blaring into your head, your friends' arms around you, dancing, soles of your feet sore from endless jumping, heels threatening to snap.
A whole 365 days since you said goodbye to that good for nothing, too goofy, too smiley, jerkface of a boyfriend of yours. Ha!
You're supposed to be free of thoughts of him. Right. Then why the fuck is your drunk mind conjuring up his snaggle-toothed grin…?
"Y/N?" You hear Jongseob call from your right. Or is it your left? What is direction, really?
"L/N Y/N!" Another loud yell from the other side—that sounds like Lily, your other blond, more sober friend. But all of it is white noise when the only thing you can focus on is the face up in front, mouthing the exact same word you've heard multiple times already.
Your name.
And you don't know why you do it. Or if there is a reason at all. Maybe it's all muscle memory, the invisible pull of you to him despite how big an impact time has made on the stretched-out string.
"Y/N?"
You blink, tongue tasting like daquirie and dread.
Because why the fuck are you in a club, facing your ex boyfriend of all people when you should be living up your victory at successfully ignoring the asshole for a whole year!?
Because you're an idiot, your brain supplies uselessly.
"Uh…" he tries again, and this time your vision is refocused enough to map out the details. His light brown hair he's run gel through for the night, the cropped tee that he should be shivering in and you're kinda pissed that he isn't, the snakebite piercings you've had the pleasure—wait, no, fuck!—the…horrors…of tasting.
He's the same, and still somehow, not.
"Hey," you mumble, readjusting your balance on the drink-spilt floor. "What are you doing here Woonhak?"
He looks at you for a couple breaths. Then, realising you're still floating in the haze of whatever concoction you'd had last, softens his voice to reply. "Well it's a club…I'm…clubbing?"
Bullshit. "You hate clubbing. You said it gives you a heat stroke. And that the DJ makes you want to eat your music production diploma. And feed it to your neighbour's dog—"
"Okay, okay," he stops you exasperatedly, moving closer to avoid bumping into the crowd of mindless party-goers around the two of you. "Good to know your memory is perfectly fine when it comes to me."
And maybe he means to say, when it comes to complaining about me, but the slip-up makes tingling heat crawl up your neck.
The alcohol—that has to be it. You'll blame it on the alcohol for now. It has nothing to do with Kim Woonhak's big brown eyes, or his lips that always quirk to one side, or the gentle dips of his nose, or—
"Stop it!" you scold yourself out loud, slapping your hands to your red hot cheeks. "Water. Get me water."
He doesn't wait to follow your order; it's instinctive, it seems like. In record speed, you're ushered closer to the bar, further away from your group of friends who may or may not be losing their minds looking for you (you'll explain to them later with a couple bats of your lashes and some dramatic vows to bake them cookies as compensation), and you feel a cool glass of water pressed into your palm.
"Thank—" you choke back the words when you realise who you're about to thank. He doesn't deserve it. So you look him in the eye and down the whole thing, hoping the daggers pierce a nice, painful spot in his heart.
"So…." he starts, hands deep in his jeans pockets, voice hesitant. You hope that's fear. "How have you been?"
"Been great. Swimmingly great. Extraordinary, actually!" But your exaggerated peppiness is short-lived. "What about you? Did your plans go to shit already…I thought you were supposed to backpacking through Europe right now? Is that why you're here instead?" you bite back passive-aggressively. The pettiness does not go unnoticed by Woonhak's sorry eyes.
"That's…plans changed," he concedes. There's a shift of the beam-lights, leaving a soft glow over his face; you catch a glint near his mouth, and then you curse your entire existence for being so affected by his stupid piercings. "Life had just…sucked me dry, y'know," is his vague-ass excuse.
The shittiest reason he can give to you after declaring on a random Tuesday that he was no longer going to be tied down to a 9-to-5 that paid decently well, quitting his job without even giving you a heads-up, and asking you—no, assuming you would, follow him to the ends of the literal earth because he was on a journey to find himself.
Find himself. In this economy!?
Ugh. You remember how you wanted to strangle his stupidly long neck and sit him down to knock some sense into that thick skull of his. But you didn't. You stayed stubborn and broke up with him, well into the second year of you being together, expecting him to beg for you to take him back and choose you over the hippie lifestyle of 'finding oneself' when there are debts to pay and mouths to feed (yours).
You're still mad he didn't choose you; he'd just cried the whole time according to what Jaehyun had relayed, then sorrowfully booked a ticket to Italy in his journey to get through the break-up.
And now he's here, standing like time had frozen over and him with it.
"Did you find someone else?" you ask, tongue loose as ever. Your chest hurts from imagining a 'yes' from him. What if he did? What if he's happy when you're not? What if they're better than anything you've bee—
"Never," Woonhak says in a sincere whisper, "only ever been you." It's weighty one, and his fingers twitch over the bar-counter, with a kind of thirst you know you feel too.
Mistake number 1: you stare at his hand for too long. They're objectively nice hands—long fingers and all. Nice knuckles. Pretty tendons. A deft wrist.
Mistake number 2: you're not subtle enough to stop your study. He notices, and he notices how your sight traces the dip of his neck and up his mouth and lands at the silver there. He gulps.
Your wine-soaked brain blares red—'BAD IDEA', it screams in all caps. It's not too late to go back from this; you can just pivot on your feet and leave. Leave and never look back and risk the chance of never seeing his face again.
Your heart, however, it sings a little, beats harder and calls his name.
Mistake number 3: your hands on his shirt, pulling, his mouth landing against yours. It tastes like beer. You don't mind.
And fuck, it's a kiss you indulge a little too much in, with all the desperation that comes from seeing him for the first time after an eternity, but knowing his mouth inside out like you've memorised it a thousand times over when you still could.
For a second, Woonhak doesn't respond. You sense his awkward fingers at your sides, the stiffness of his body, but right as you're about to pull back and apologize, maybe run, he grabs your upper arm and crushes you back against his mouth.
Heat. Everything is heat and sugar. When your lips taste the metal, it's like awakening a buried part of you that you've been to scared to dig up. Smell remembers—taste remembers, whether you yourself do or not. There is a thumb working at your jaw, coaxing the hinges loose so there's a tilt of an angle, for better access.
And fuck, yeah, you're so stupid for this. But Woonhak tastes so sweet and you missed this and it feels like he wants you after all this time when you've been convincing yourself he was practically over you by now. So you detach from him, just long enough to say, "Do you wanna get out of here?"
Woonhak blinks, as though in a trance, or as though he's doing long division in his mind with the exact cluelessness of a lobotomized fish.
"The…bathroom?" he suggests after figuring it out.
Your lips curl into an offended sneer. "No, not the bathroom, what? Outside."
He appeases you with a thumb brushing over your wrist. "Like your place?"
"No, you idiot. Like your car. You're stupid if you think I'm letting you back into my house. I just got it deep cleaned and got rid of your disgusting perfume stench; god knows how it lasted for so long."
"Hey, it's not a stench—"
"One more word out of your mouth and you leave the bar alone tonight, got it?"
The sharp edge to your warning has him swallow the rest of his sentence and nod with feverish obedience. You grab him by the shirt and drag him through the mass of sweaty bodies and out the front door.
He clambers for his keys, almost panicking until he finds it in his pocket and grins wide as he opens the backdoor of his car (a new one you haven't seen before. Looks rental), and decides to be a gentleman when he holds it open for you instead of jumping in headfirst like you'd expected him to.
And maybe that's the thing about expectations—a little subversion is all it takes for you to find it absolutely, irrevocably, senselessly hot.
You're pulling him in before you know it, climbing into his lap and pushing him back against the leather headrest as he has half the mind to lock up. Moonlight spills everywhere—on the curve of his cheeks, on his fluttering lashes, on the glint near his mouth—and his car smells like him, metallic and sweet, his musk lingering everywhere like a memory.
The hunger is palpable, and you dive in like a starved woman.
Your friends are going to kill you for this later, but for now, your brain is just Woonhak, Woonhak, Woonhak, melting into the feeling of how warm his mouth is. It's so cold outside, wind nipping, but he's a furnace in winter. On a particular tug, his teeth grazes your bottom lip and draws out a hungry whine out of you.
You've always hated those stupid teeth of his—how they peek out through his smile and makes all your inhibition go to shit. You hum into the kiss, making him grin into you. You can feel it even if you can't see. "Lower."
"Hm?" he asks half-mindedly, lost in the sensation of the push and pull, of your fingers in his hair.
Instead of answering with words, you pry him off of you and lead his mouth to your jaw, shrugging off the jacket that's covering your shoulders to expose skin.
And Woonhak—he might be kiss-drunk and dumb, but he knows how you make your demands.
"I—I shouldn't," he stutters, lips shiny. "What if—"
"Oh for fuck's sake, it's not the first time." You roll your eyes in annoyance. "Leave a mark, so I can look at it later."
"Y/N…."
"Kim Woonhak," you mimic, but your patience is thin. "This is your one fucking chance to get something right. You're the one that left me. And for what? Fucking Romania?"
He has enough shame to give you an apologetic grimace, but seeing you regard him with annoyance still, he nods several times to agree with you. "It wasn't as good as I expected," he placates, giving you those puppy-eyes.
You don't have anything against Romania, not really. Or any of the other locations your ex boyfriend ditched you to go explore like some idiot. You have no qualms at all.
But if he doesn't get his mouth on you right now, you just might.
"Holy shi—" You slap a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from letting out an embarassing reaction. "Hm, there," you mumble through watery eyes as he works to suck a splotch onto your neck, a spot above the collarbone.
"Just one?" he asks as he leaves a kiss over the bruise.
"Use teeth. How I like," you instruct.
"What!?" he asks, looking panicked. Like you'd asked him to put a knife to your throat of something.
"It's just teeth for fuck's sake. Just a little bite. Now go on."
"Y/N, I don't think that's a good idea—"
"Woonhak," you grip him by the jaw, making him meet your eyes. "How long has it been?"
He gulps. "A year."
"365 days to be exact. You left last December. Right?"
"Right."
"So you want me to make it another 365 days so you can be the one that waits this time? You want me to leave, yeah?"
"No, wait—" He launches an arm at the door-handle where you're teaching for. "Okay! Okay, yes, alright. I'll…bite."
You grin in victory, shuffling a little to make the angle easier. He mumbles something like, insane woman, and you giggle at that because he isn't wrong. You are insane for thinking it would be easy to get over this guy. You're insane for being here, all on your own will and want, in his lap in his car, asking him to sink his teeth into you.
You're insane when you tip your head back at the feeling of enamel on flesh, fingers pressing against his shirt, then around his bicep when it begins to sting. It's like a dance. Rhythm and muscle memory. You've done this a hundred times before, in various degrees of urgency, but every single time with red grooves marking your neck and warmth pooling underneath it, bringing a blush to your cheeks whenever you were at work, dying under the humdrum of routine.
Your brain is a haze when you feel him tense on you, his hands tightening where they grip your waist, a little desperate, and a little like he's putting up a fight to hold back. "Don't," you mutter with the worry he might do that. "Don't stop."
He shivers at your order and gasps into the wound, and before you can tease him about the reaction, his canines sinks right through your shoulder, quick and sharp. You gasp. "Woonhak—"
"Hmm…" He's lost in the rush, mouthing at the spot with more ferocity until you feel your own head spinning, the world blurring around its fringes. His smell is all you can think about, and the lightheaded, airy weightlessness you're floating on. What is this?
It's different from the other times. A prickle of pain rises again, and warmth spreading over your neck. When you spare a look at Woonhak, his eyes have gone half-lidded with…greed? Love? You can't tell. But he parts for one second before diving back in—and in the gap between, you see it.
Red.
On his lips, coating it. Blood. The glint of fangs.
Fangs?
"Hey did you shave your teeth or something?" you ask despite the delirium climbing inside of you. His mouth—you've mapped it out many times before—and it looks different. The canines are more pointy. They've got blood on them.
He doesn't know if he's supposed to answer or not it seems, because he just goes back to laving over the wound as though thoroughly entranced. Then another bite that sends electricity down your veins. And he's lapping at it, like a….like a….
"Vampire."
You can't linger on the thought for too long when he's running his mouth on your neck, moving up the other shoulder, dragging a thin smudge of blood across the surface and singeing your nostrils with the iron smell.
And then you sense it—beneath the perfume and the absence of body heat from Woonhak—under the darkness blanketing the dashboard. A silhouette. In the passenger seat up front.
A shriek leaves your mouth when you come to your own conclusions, the sound startling Woonhak out of his almost-psychedelic worship.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? KIM WOONHAK WHAT—"
His head swerves to where you're looking at, your eyes blown out of their sockets. He almost gets a whiplash from how fast he turns back to you. "I can explain—"
"That's a fucking body up front!" you burst out, almost falling over with the force. "IS HE DEAD!!?"
Woonhak flails for an explanation, coming up empty before fixing you with a sheepish grin instead. "Babe, I can explain."
"Oh, don't 'Babe' me!'. What the fuck is going on!"
"Well…" He tries to figure out the best way to lay out his explanation, each of them looking like a dumb option from the what you can tell. Then he just opens his mouth, pulling the underside of his cheek with a finger to tap at his fang. (Fang!) "Shee thish. I wash turned."
You pull his wrist away from the thing, a strangely instinctive part of you worried he'll puncture his finger somehow. "What?"
"I was turned. In Romania," Woonhak supplies with more clarity, returning his hands to your waist to keep you from jumping off again. "I…I went to this breakup retreat up in the mountains, you see. They were supposed to help regaining control over your life if you were still…hung up on someone." He sucks in a deep breath, trying to see if you believe the insanities coming out his mouth. "Turned out it was not a retreat. It was a coven…of vampires. We were gonna be their meals, not their patrons. Guess I should have seen it coming from the coffin-style beds and lack of sunlight….whoops!"
You let the words settle into you, rolling it over to see if you can spot a lie on his face. Woonhak is easy to read, you know him inside out, and he isn't lying, that's for sure.
"So let me get this clear," you start, crossing your arm, completely forgoing the fact that there is a dead person barely a foot away from you. "You're a vampire."
"Fledgling, yes." He nods, nervous.
"You bit me because?"
"Because you asked."
"Okay, so…." There's a headache running up your neck, fury booking inside. Then, "What I'm hearing is—you've been using me like a juice-box all this time!?"
"You told me to bite! I didn't wanna…but then I kinda lost control because you taste pretty nice and—"
"Don't try to fucking flirt your way out if this!" you scold, huffing. "You drank my blood."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yeah."
His expression falters, a little forlorn. You only now notice how pale he's gotten since you saw him last. How there's a rim of red around his pupils, his lips lacking colour if not for your blood-stain.
"Did you…hate it?" he asks, scared of your answer.
You think about lying, saying yes, you despised the feeling and him, but you can't. Not when he looks at you like that—like the same Woonhak who'd left you heartbroken. The same one you'd left with a matching broken heart, too.
"No," you gulp.
His next question comes immediately. "Did you miss me?"
Every bone in your body is telling you to fucking run. He's a vampire for god's sake. You'd only learnt about the existence of the supernatural like five minutes ago, but you're already so comfortable with entertaining the idea because it's attached to a pretty face and a skillful mouth.
You really are insane.
"If I say yes, will you bite me again?" You raise a brow, eager to gain control of the situation again. "Not enough to kill, but harder."
He tunes all of it out to zone in on the part he cares about the most. "You'd trust me to not hurt you?"
You ignore that in favour of climbing off of him and clambering to the driver's seat, and for a second, Woonhak freezes at the sudden shift in your demeanour.
Until you say, "I'll help you hide the body," jutting a thumb towards your side like there wasn't a corpse slumped over there. Like you have more pressing matters than the rando your ex had just sucked dry of life. "And then we go to my apartment."
Woonhak blinks incredulously. "I thought u said you won't let me in there again?"
You roll your eyes. "I won't if you keep mouthing off."
As always—and as predicted—Woonhak obeys. Soon you're in the front seat of his stupid car after having stashed a stupid body in the trunk, driving off to a lake to dispose of any evidence. You're not sure which truth will warrant a dramatic chide from Jongseob, or a shocking swoon from Lily—the dead body part, or the getting back with your ex part.
But hey, can they blame you? When your ex is a hot vampire who is also unfortunately the cutest man on Earth, sometimes you make mistakes.
And if its a mistake as hot as Kim Woonhak, then you'll willing to make it more than once.
fin.
a/n: reader is crazy but aren't we all a little? (*nervously looks around*). okay but the lore is kinda wacko in this lol and the man woonhak killed is not confirmed to be a bad or a good person, so the morality in this fic is up in the air anyways. i like crazy morals in fiction so therefore I write it 🩷 if there are questions regarding my vampire lore then drop by the inbox and I shall feed your (blood)thirst 😉
now the important note: veryone is obligated to go wish @moesthinking a very happy birthday for being the awesomest person alive! i would never in a million years have written something like this if it weren't for them. i love this person to bits and so should all of you!!!!!!
you like to let woonhak believe you don’t know what’s going on, but the truth is, you’re aware of it all. like how he’s slowly moved closer and closer to you on the couch thinking you don’t see him from your peripheral. or how his arm has now been placed at the back creeping its way towards your shoulder. the typical move. you’re surprised he didn’t go all the way with the fake yawn and stretch.
“so,” his fingers finally rest at your shoulder and you do the whole pretend to jump thing as soon as they do. “i heard you’re a good kisser.” and he’s got a look of relief on his face at finally getting somewhere. cute, but you want him to be just a smidge more straightforward.
“oh yeah? and who told you that?” you take the chance to catch him off guard and close the tiny gap in between your bodies. now you’re thigh to thigh and face to face.
“uh, uhm, a little birdie?” he lets out a little hesitant laugh. he’s slowly retracting his arm away. scooting further and further away till his back reaches the arm of the couch, but you don’t let up. you follow him.
“and who’s this little birdie, woonhak?” you’ve got him cornered now and you feel bad, but you’ve also had enough of the subtle hints he’s been dropping for months. you just want him to confess. “is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“that you’re really pretty?”
you hum and tilt your head, “no, i don’t think that’s it.”
if he were a cartoon he’d have those endless drops of sweat dripping down his face. a cute sight, but enough is enough. you grab him by the face and give him a kiss.
“you’re really bad at trying to be subtle, you know? thought i’d help you out.”
“you knew?” his eyes go wide.
“oh yeah let me just do the whole put your arm on your shoulder while we watch a movie thing and look at you from across every room we’re in together with this longing look in my eyes. of course i knew!”
“ah,” he looks down and scratches the back of his neck. “well, at least we’re together now, right?”
AUTHOR'S NOTE: woonhak finally making an appearance on this blog again !!!
Summary: After a chaotic night of drinks and games, you help Sungho back to his room. What should have been a simple favor becomes a moment neither of you expected. 🤍🍺✨
The night had gotten completely out of control.
What started as fried chicken and a few drinks had somehow turned into empty boxes scattered across the table, a suspiciously unstable Jenga tower, and six boys convinced they could still play despite barely being able to focus.
Jaehyun was arguing with a wooden block.
Woonhak insisted the tower was "breathing."
Taesan looked surprisingly calm for someone who had drunk that much.
And Riwoo was trying to stop Leehan from lying down directly on the floor.
In the middle of all that, Sungho had stopped participating a while ago.
He was still sitting by the table.
A can of beer rested loosely in one hand.
His eyelids kept drooping every few seconds.
And every time he tried to pay attention to the game again, he looked even more exhausted.
You watched him for a moment.
Yeah.
He had definitely reached his limit.
"I'm taking him to bed."
No one really responded.
Because the others were too busy trying to figure out whether a Jenga block was crooked or if they were simply seeing double.
You walked over to Sungho.
"Come on."
He looked up.
It took him a second to recognize you.
Then he nodded.
"Mm."
Carefully, you slipped one of his arms over your shoulders.
And started guiding him toward his room.
Thankfully, he cooperated.
More or less.
Every now and then, he seemed to forget he was supposed to be walking.
By the time you finally reached his room, you let out a small sigh of relief.
"There."
You helped him sit down on the edge of his bed.
And just as you were about to straighten up, something cold splashed onto your shirt.
"Ah!"
You looked down.
Beer.
The can slipped from Sungho's hand and rolled across the floor.
Completely empty.
Sungho stared at it.
Then at you.
Then back at the can.
As if he was trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Sorry..."
His voice came out low.
Heavy with sleepiness.
"It's okay."
You tried brushing at the fabric.
It didn't help.
Your shirt was soaked.
"Can I borrow one of your shirts?"
You leaned closer so he could hear you.
Sungho lifted his head.
His eyes stayed on your face for a few seconds.
Then he nodded.
"Yeah."
You walked over to his closet.
Picked out a black shirt that looked comfortable.
And quickly changed in the bathroom connected to his room.
When you came back, Sungho was exactly where you had left him.
Although now he looked even sleepier.
The shirt was way too big on you.
The sleeves covered part of your hands.
And the collar slipped slightly off one shoulder.
You smiled.
It was comfortable.
You stepped closer to the bed.
Planning to help him lie down properly before heading back to the others.
But the second you leaned forward to pull the blanket over him.
a hand wrapped around your wrist.
"Sungho?"
No immediate response.
Just a gentle tug.
Before you could react, you lost your balance.
And ended up sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sungho immediately took advantage of it.
His arms wrapped around your waist.
Firmly.
Much more firmly than you expected from someone who was practically falling asleep.
"Sungho."
You tried to move.
It didn't work.
"Sungho."
"Mm."
"Let go."
"No."
You had to bite back a laugh.
You knew some people became clingier when they drank.
But you had never seen Sungho like this.
His head rested against your shoulder.
And for a few moments, he seemed like he had fallen asleep.
Until he spoke again.
Very close to your ear.
"I like how it looks on you."
You blinked.
"What?"
One of his arms tightened slightly around your waist.
"My shirt."
Heat rushed to your face instantly.
"You're drunk."
"I know."
"Very drunk."
"I know that too."
That didn't help.
Not at all.
Because he sounded far too aware.
Far too honest.
And then came the final blow.
The question he probably never would have asked while sober.
"Will you go out with me?"
Your heart stopped for a second.
Sungho didn't even lift his head.
He just kept holding you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
While you sat there completely frozen.
Wondering if it was the alcohol talking.
Or if he'd been wanting to say it for a very long time.
︵⠀BABYCARE ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── taking care of a baby can be stressing, but it also has its perks.
pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 0.8k words warnings: none
Toys all over the floor, star shaped fruits forgotten on the highchair, infant formula in the baby bottle on the kitchen counter and a crying toddler on your lap as Seokmin shakes the rattle in front of the little girl.
“This isn’t helping, she’s just getting louder.”
“I know,” Seokmin pouts slightly and stops shaking the rattle. “I don’t know what to do anymore, is she hungry? Is she sleepy? Feeling gassy? There’s no way to know!”
By the way he’s running his hand through his hair and his voice’s getting slightly louder as each word leaves his mouth, you know that he’s starting to feel frustrated. It’s rare for Seokmin to get frustrated by children, but no one would remain calm with a baby crying for almost fifteen minutes straight.
Your gaze softens at him and you take a deep breath before mumbling an okay and standing up, fixing the toddler’s position to make her rest her head on your shoulder. “Sing for her, let’s see if she’s sleepy.”
Seokmin nods and starts to sing a lullaby, being careful with his tone so it won’t turn into a shouting competition — the baby’s loud crying and his loud singing. You bounce her little body lightly and try to follow Seokmin’s rhythm, quietly praying for it to help and make the toddler sleep and give you and Seokmin some peace of mind for at least half an hour.
It takes three songs for her to calm down and drift off. When you look down at her and see her fighting against her own body to keep her eyes open, your eyes widen and you look at Seokmin with a surprised yet relieved face. “It’s working, don’t stop,” you whisper.
The tension in Seokmin’s shoulders seems to loosen up instantly and a grin appears on his face as he keeps on singing. When the girl finally falls asleep, you take her to your room and carefully place her in bed, leaving her there to sleep peacefully and closing the bedroom door. Once your eyes land on Seokmin’s figure you smile brightly and run to hug him. “We did it, she’s finally sleeping! The crying is over!”
“Thank God,” Seokmin sighs and hides his face in the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths as if trying to calm himself down. “I thought she was going to keep crying and crying and crying… That was a nightmare.”
“I know,” you chuckle. “At least now we have some time alone and you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Oh I sure know what that means,” Seokmin plants a kiss on your neck before leaning back and looking at you. “Time to clean the house up.”
You flash a tired smile to each other and start to tidy the house up while the girl sleeps. Seokmin takes care of the kitchen while you take care of the living room as you try your best to keep quiet in order to not wake the toddler up and provoke another crying session.
The kid sleeps like a tired person that hasn't slept for more than 24 hours because when Seokmin’s sister and her husband come to pick her up at night she’s still asleep. Seokmin’s sister thanks you for taking care of her daughter for the entire day and leaves along with her husband and daughter, making the usual silence come back to your place — the comfortable silence that doesn’t threaten to be replaced by loud cries.
“It’s over. It’s just the two of us again,” you say as you and Seokmin sit down on the couch, feeling exhausted. “Just like it should be.”
“I always knew that it’s tough taking care of a baby, but I didn’t know it was that hard.”
“But we had good moments as well. Did you remember how cute she looked when she was trying to reach out for the apple you were holding?” Seokmin turns his head to look at you and chuckles, smiling as he thinks of that moment. “And the cute little smiles she gave us almost every five minutes after she was fed? Adorable.”
The atmosphere turns into something quiet and comfortable as you think of all the good parts of taking care of Seokmin’s niece. You turn your head to look at Seokmin and he’s already looking at you with an expression on his face that makes what he’s thinking about become crystal clear because you are looking at him in the exact same way, thinking the exact same thing.
“Later on?”
“Later on,” Seokmin takes your hand and squeezes it gently. “Let’s enjoy the two of us a little bit more before changing our lives completely.”
You smile and nod. “I love you.”
“And I,” he reaches out and brushes his nose against yours. “Love you more. Now let’s get ready to sleep, I have a feeling we’ll sleep at least ten hours straight.”
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always there for you when you need him, taking you out on romantic dates, holding your hand in public and telling his friends about you.
oh, and well, of course, he also manages to save the city in the meantime.
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pairings: spiderman!jaehyun x fem!reader
word count: 0.8k
warnings: mention of spiders (obvi), kissing, extremely corny myung jaehyun
a/n: heyyy!! here to celebrate boynextdoor's comeback, the album SLAPS!! my fav songs are upside down (guys act surprised!) and adios, they ate. don't hesitate to send requests guys, i need ideas!! ♡︎♡︎
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is that someone knocking on your window?
you're not even surprised anymore: by now, jaehyun joins you in your room almost every night, always entering from the window.
not because he's some kind of creepy climber, or because you live on the first floor.
just because...well, he's spiderman.
yeah, exactly. as corny and cliché it sounds, your boyfriend is really spiderman. to be fair, you two were together even before he got bitten by a radioactive spider, so you're not with him just because he's a superhero and it's "cool".
even if you have to admit, him being spiderman and your boyfriend does feel good. you do think of yourself as one of the luckiest women on earth, and he proves you right every single night.
you get up from your bed, in which you were comfortably laying in, and open the window to let him enter.
"good evening, señorita." he says the moment he sees you, no makeup and pajamas on. he's been taking spanish classes, and now he insists on calling you that. when he sees you, his jaw almost drops. you're always so pretty in his eyes, but right now? oh my god. he's tempted to just wife you up right now.
"it's almost midnight, jaehyun. not sure it can be considered as evening anymore." you say to him, looking into his eyes through the mask.
well, as much as you can, since he's hanging upside down, only thing holding him up being his spiderweb. the usual show-off.
"is it, really?" he asks you, shaking his head and looking around as if scolding himself.
"damn, didn't even notice that it was so late. i was too busy losing myself in your pretty eyes."
you roll your eyes, trying to act irritated, but of my god, there's a smile on your face.
as cheesy as your boyfriend can be, he's still your boyfriend, and unfortunately, you do love him.
"what?" he asks you, and you can almost hear him smiling under his mask.
"i'm not joking. you're dangerous, baby. way more dangerous than those criminals. you really do make me weak. couldn't fight those pretty eyes not even if i tried." he says, as he takes off his mask, finally.
his hair falls right on his face, but he still doesn't move to move it, or stand in a decent position. just keeps staying upside down right on your window.
"missed you today." he admits, this time his tone of voice is sweeter, more private. less flirty and more authentic. even if he did mean what he said about your eyes.
"missed you too, spidey." you answer, smiling at him when you notice how flustered the nickname makes him. unfortunately for you and fortunately for him (otherwise he'd never move on from the embarrassment) he recovers pretty quickly from your sincere words.
"gimme a kiss then." he says, puckering up his lips but not moving from his upside down position. he doesn't like he's doing anything to move anytime soon.
at least, not until you give him that so-called spiderman kiss.
what can he say. he's a goner for his girl.
"kiss? pretty please?" he says again, turning his head so you can kiss his cheek, or his neck; making you choose.
and how could you refuse when he looks this pretty?
you take his head, and turn it around so that he's facing you, even while upside down.
then, you kiss him on the lips, a small, sweet kiss. he looks at you astonished for a second, before a smile makes its way on his face.
"do it again." he says, completely smitten.
you just laugh, a carefree laugh that only comes out when you're with him.
"but baby, you need to save the world." you say, and in answer he just turns around to stand up straight on your window and enters your room in one swift motion.
he's got you into his arms before you can even think about it.
"the world can wait. i need to kiss my girl now, properly."
just the scent of you is enough to have his fangs coming through. the urge to bite down strong, but he pulls back before he digs them into the plush of your bottom lip. a whine almost slips past his lips when he resists the urge. an ever so patient vampire. you wouldn’t have this luck with anyone else. he’s sure you’d have been fed on by now. his love for you seems to overpower the hunger. immortality is an unfair state of life to live for anyone who doesn’t truly want it. especially for him. a curse he was given by being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
and you’re just so precious to him. he’s not sure he’s ready to let go of seeing you so full of life. or if you’d even want to live a life like that with him. cold. dead. thirsty for blood. your cheeks wouldn’t flush in the way that he loves.
“can i see them?”
the sound of your voice brings donghyun back out from his thoughts. he feels the warmth of your hands on his cheeks. thumbs stroking against his cheekbones. he furrows his brows not understanding what you meant.
“your teeth.” you smile bringing your thumb to tug down his bottom lip and watching it snap back.
he catches your hand before you pull it back down taking your thumb in between his teeth, biting down on it.
“why? do you want a bite?”
he catches the way your eyes widen. he almost laughs.
“i’m only kidding.”
he parts his lips and there you see a pointy set of fangs. the first you’d ever seen in your life. the concept of vampires and any other mythical creatures only seemed like a fantasy. you never thought they’d be roaming the same world as humans.
the sound that comes out of your mouth is loud enough that it makes you smack a hand over it. “i’m sorry.” your voice muffled over your palm. embarrassment immediately flooding through you. “i didn’t mean to moan.”
“i see you like them, then?” he laughs.
he leans forward into your neck and you gasp pressing your hands into his shoulders.
“i won’t bite you, baby. not until you’re ready.” he drags the tip of his nose along your pulse point. the faint feeling of your heartbeat bringing that hunger right back. he notices the way you swallow. cute. you’re nervous.
“although i’m sure you’d taste divine,” he slides lower so he’s face to face with your cunt. “i’ll have something else for now.”
"Apparently, the girl myungjae hyung kissed at the club bit his lip way too hard," Leehan scoffed, rolling onto his stomach and immediately wrinkling your freshly made bedsheets.
"Han, come on! I just made my bed," you snapped, giving him a look that made him raise an eyebrow at you. You smoothed out the fabric, still muttering, "And besides, why do people even like biting each other's lips anyway? It sounds painful."
"It adds to the heat, duh," your best friend said, rolling his eyes.
"I think it just spreads infections," you argued back.
Before you could finish the thought, he suddenly shifted. His face was right there, barely an inch away from your burning cheeks.
"What the hell—"
"You clearly haven't gotten a proper make out session," he said, squinting his eyes playfully at you. "Or your ex-boyfriend couldn't kiss to save his life. What was his name again? Jac—"
"Shut up!" You slapped a hand over his mouth, cutting him off.
Keeping his eyes locked on yours, Leehan deliberately kissed the palm of your hand. Your breath hitched as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, slowly pulling your hand down between you.
"I promise you," he whispered, inching even closer until your heart was hammering violently against your ribs. His gaze dropped to your mouth, his breath warm against your skin. "It feels so damn good."
When he crashed his lips against yours, all your defenses dissolved. You couldn't help but kiss him back.
Who knew your best friend was a hell of a kisser?
He pushed deeper, his thumb catching your chin to pull your lower lip down as his tongue slid past your teeth. The sudden depth of the kiss caught you completely off guard, and a soft moan escaped your throat.
You heard him chuckle against your mouth, feeling the smirk form on his lips. His free hand slid up your thigh, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze.
And then came the bite.
His teeth sank into your lower lip, tugging just hard enough to make your head spin before he let go, diving right back into the kiss. At this point, it wasn't just butterflies in your stomach—it was a whole damn zoo.
"Shit, Han," you finally gasped, pulling back and breathing heavily.
Leehan just smiled proudly, looking thoroughly pleased with the state he’d left you in. "Told you it feels good."
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