midnightboyzdiario

latina writer | 03 liner | she/her | eng/esp | requests open ♡

[myiidino]

hi, hello, my name is what you want it∼

new blog, new writer, slightly confused but excited.

i write k-pop drabbles, short fics and aus (mostly for tbz n svt).

requests are open and my ask box is always open too.

feel free to request something, scream about your bias, or just talk to me. i'm always happy to make new friends here ♡ (pls help me survive tumblr ::>_<::)

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[myiidino]

sunwoo as your best friend who is secretly (not so secretly) in love with you headcanons

Pairing: Sunwoo x fem!reader Genre: fluff Word count: 183

AN: hiii, second post!! (≧▽≦) this time, some sunwoo headcanons, still new to writing, but it was fun to do ♡ hope you like iiit

• teases you constantly, giving you the most ridiculous nicknames — it's basically his love language at this point

• jokingly scares away any guy who tries to hit on you… except he's not really joking

• invites himself over to your house like it's completely normal — already knowing where everything is

• anime marathons at your place are a regular thing — and somehow you always end up watching "Your Name", even when you both swore you'd pick something different this time

• sends you random photos throughout his day for no reason at all — but if you stop replying for a while he suddenly starts sending even more

• grabs your hand whenever you walk next to each other, mumbling excuses like "your hands are cold" or "just checking if mine are still bigger than yours"

• brags about you to his friends like you're already his girlfriend

• extremely clingy with you — whenever you introduce him to new friends they immediately assume you're dating

• complains dramatically whenever you don't give him enough attention

• best friend Sunwoo who is so obviously in love with you… except you somehow can't see it

[myiidino]

hi! thank you for the follow 🩷 I'm dee and I look forward to read your writings hehe

hiii 🩷 thank you for the follow too!! i’m really glad you reached out hehe i’m new here so this means a lot 🥹 i hope you like my writings!! and i’d also love to be friends if you’d like ♡

[myiidino]

sunwoo as your best friend who is secretly (not so secretly) in love with you headcanons

Pairing: Sunwoo x fem!reader Genre: fluff

AN: hiii, second post!! (≧▽≦) this time, some sunwoo headcanons, still new to writing, but it was fun to do ♡ hope you like iiit

• teases you constantly, giving you the most ridiculous nicknames — it's basically his love language at this point

• jokingly scares away any guy who tries to hit on you… except he's not really joking

• invites himself over to your house like it's completely normal — already knowing where everything is

• anime marathons at your place are a regular thing — and somehow you always end up watching "Your Name", even when you both swore you'd pick something different this time

• sends you random photos throughout his day for no reason at all — but if you stop replying for a while he suddenly starts sending even more

• grabs your hand whenever you walk next to each other, mumbling excuses like "your hands are cold" or "just checking if mine are still bigger than yours"

• brags about you to his friends like you're already his girlfriend

• extremely clingy with you — whenever you introduce him to new friends they immediately assume you're dating

• complains dramatically whenever you don't give him enough attention

• best friend Sunwoo who is so obviously in love with you… except you somehow can't see it

[myiidino]

sunwoo as your best friend who is secretly (not so secretly) in love with you headcanons

Pairing: Sunwoo x fem!reader Genre: fluff Word count: 183

AN: hiii, second post!! (≧▽≦) this time, some sunwoo headcanons, still new to writing, but it was fun to do ♡ hope you like iiit

• teases you constantly, giving you the most ridiculous nicknames — it's basically his love language at this point

• jokingly scares away any guy who tries to hit on you… except he's not really joking

• invites himself over to your house like it's completely normal — already knowing where everything is

• anime marathons at your place are a regular thing — and somehow you always end up watching "Your Name", even when you both swore you'd pick something different this time

• sends you random photos throughout his day for no reason at all — but if you stop replying for a while he suddenly starts sending even more

• grabs your hand whenever you walk next to each other, mumbling excuses like "your hands are cold" or "just checking if mine are still bigger than yours"

• brags about you to his friends like you're already his girlfriend

• extremely clingy with you — whenever you introduce him to new friends they immediately assume you're dating

• complains dramatically whenever you don't give him enough attention

• best friend Sunwoo who is so obviously in love with you… except you somehow can't see it

[myiidino]

It Looks Better on You

Pairing: Juyeon x femreader Genre: fluff, slight tension Summary: YN have a tendency of stealing Juyeon hoodies

Word count: ~780

AN: hii! this is my first drabble and i'm kind of nervous posting it 🥹 i hope you guys like it! feel free to interact or send requests (pls talk to me, i promise i don't bite)

Everyone had already left the practice room. When she heard the door close and realized it was just the two of them left, she thought about how they were always the last ones to leave. So, as if it were just another one of their habits, she grabbed her tall friend's hoodie and slipped it on.

When the boy finished packing his things, he looked at her and clicked his tongue when he saw what she was wearing.

"That's mine."

The older boy spoke, pointing at the hoodie with a small tilt of his head.

"I know, but it looks better on me."

Juyeon tilted his head and frowned. YN couldn't help but notice the shift in his expression. Maybe she was imagining things, but suddenly the air felt heavier.

Juyeon started walking toward her with quick steps. It took him a few seconds since they were standing at opposite ends of the room. His expression hadn't relaxed at all; if anything, he looked slightly annoyed. Had he actually gotten mad at her? Had he not noticed from her playful tone that she was just joking?

Her thoughts stopped the moment he stood right in front of her. With his long hands, he reached for one of hers, stopping just a few centimeters away from touching the sleeve. YN closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst—and the worst would be the embarrassment of Juyeon taking the hoodie off her.

After a few seconds of complete silence, she opened her eyes, wondering what he was waiting for. Even though she knew how close he was, Juyeon's gaze still caught her off guard. His eyes looked dark, filled with emotions she couldn't quite read. She could even swear there was a hint of irritation there… or maybe something else entirely.

She let out a soft breath, her lips parting slightly.

"You're right."

Juyeon finally spoke.

"It does look better on you."

Juyeon let out a small smile that widened when he noticed the mixture of surprise and shyness on her face. Her cheeks had turned slightly red under his attentive gaze.

Being this close, all he could think about was how adorable she was—her face dotted with tiny freckles, her messy attempt at fixing her hair that never quite stayed in place, and his hoodie that reached past her knees and completely covered her hands, making their height difference even more obvious. And her reddish lips, slightly parted, almost inviting him to lean closer just to check if they were as soft as they looked.

He was sure she had no idea what he felt for her. How could she? This was the same girl he had watched countless times searching for something that was already in her hands. The same girl who, when they reached the point where they went separate ways on their walk home, said goodbye—only to keep talking for another ten minutes. The same girl who had first stolen one of his hoodies just to hide the fact that she had put her shirt on backwards.

Juyeon bit his lower lip, holding back a small laugh, and leaned even closer to her—close enough that they could feel each other's breath.

YN was convinced Juyeon could hear her heart pounding loudly in her chest. By now she was sure her whole face had turned red.

Why was he getting so close?

When she closed her eyes again, waiting for whatever was about to happen, she suddenly opened them when she felt him step away.

[myiidino]

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[myiidino]

It Looks Better on You

Pairing: Juyeon x femreader Genre: fluff, slight tension Summary: YN have a tendency of stealing Juyeon hoodies

Word count: ~780

AN: hii! this is my first drabble and i'm kind of nervous posting it 🥹 i hope you guys like it! feel free to interact or send requests (pls talk to me, i promise i don't bite)

Everyone had already left the practice room. When she heard the door close and realized it was just the two of them left, she thought about how they were always the last ones to leave. So, as if it were just another one of their habits, she grabbed her tall friend's hoodie and slipped it on.

When the boy finished packing his things, he looked at her and clicked his tongue when he saw what she was wearing.

"That's mine."

The older boy spoke, pointing at the hoodie with a small tilt of his head.

"I know, but it looks better on me."

Juyeon tilted his head and frowned. YN couldn't help but notice the shift in his expression. Maybe she was imagining things, but suddenly the air felt heavier.

Juyeon started walking toward her with quick steps. It took him a few seconds since they were standing at opposite ends of the room. His expression hadn't relaxed at all; if anything, he looked slightly annoyed. Had he actually gotten mad at her? Had he not noticed from her playful tone that she was just joking?

Her thoughts stopped the moment he stood right in front of her. With his long hands, he reached for one of hers, stopping just a few centimeters away from touching the sleeve. YN closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst—and the worst would be the embarrassment of Juyeon taking the hoodie off her.

After a few seconds of complete silence, she opened her eyes, wondering what he was waiting for. Even though she knew how close he was, Juyeon's gaze still caught her off guard. His eyes looked dark, filled with emotions she couldn't quite read. She could even swear there was a hint of irritation there… or maybe something else entirely.

She let out a soft breath, her lips parting slightly.

"You're right."

Juyeon finally spoke.

"It does look better on you."

Juyeon let out a small smile that widened when he noticed the mixture of surprise and shyness on her face. Her cheeks had turned slightly red under his attentive gaze.

Being this close, all he could think about was how adorable she was—her face dotted with tiny freckles, her messy attempt at fixing her hair that never quite stayed in place, and his hoodie that reached past her knees and completely covered her hands, making their height difference even more obvious. And her reddish lips, slightly parted, almost inviting him to lean closer just to check if they were as soft as they looked.

He was sure she had no idea what he felt for her. How could she? This was the same girl he had watched countless times searching for something that was already in her hands. The same girl who, when they reached the point where they went separate ways on their walk home, said goodbye—only to keep talking for another ten minutes. The same girl who had first stolen one of his hoodies just to hide the fact that she had put her shirt on backwards.

Juyeon bit his lower lip, holding back a small laugh, and leaned even closer to her—close enough that they could feel each other's breath.

YN was convinced Juyeon could hear her heart pounding loudly in her chest. By now she was sure her whole face had turned red.

Why was he getting so close?

When she closed her eyes again, waiting for whatever was about to happen, she suddenly opened them when she felt him step away.

[helionepho]

THE BOYZ JEALOUS REACTION

Hi! 𔘓𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ I’m back with a new The Boyz Reaction post—this time, it’s how they’d act when they’re jealous. Have fun diving in!

request from: anon (hey anon! so sorry for the delay hehe)

pairing: boyfriend!the boyz x you

genre: established relationship, suggestive, maybe a little bit of fluff (?)

warnings: suggestive content, explicit words, mention of kiss etc.

author note: this happens to be the very first request I’ve worked on here. please remember it’s purely based on my perspective. hope you like it! ♡

SANGYEON

Warm but lowkey Possessive Dad Mode.

He tries to stay rational and mature, but it eats at him quietly

Might try to keep a smile on his face while checking, “You two seem close… something I should know?”

He won’t start a scene but will become extra attentive after—more hand on your back, more subtle protective gestures.

He wants to be the person you rely on, and feeling replaced hits him hard.

At night: “I trust you. I just don’t like how they look at you.”

Keeps conversation friendly—but dominant. Doesn’t raise his voice. Just makes it clear who you belong to.

Later, presses you into a slow kiss by the door, “they should know better than to look at what’s already taken.”

Doesn’t get possessive often—but when he does? He’ll remind you who leads.

JACOB

Soft but unexpectedly territorial.

You don’t notice it, but his fingers tighten just slightly when someone flirts with you in front of him.

Looks down at your intertwined hands, then up at them. No smile, “we’re on a date. Hope that’s not confusing.”

He’ll never say it outright, but his vibes go from ☀️ to 🌧 real quick

Says he’s fine… but gets unusually quiet.

Needs reassurance but won’t demand it—just hopes you notice

Doesn’t escalate—but his energy is suddenly all you.

That night, his kisses linger longer. Arms wrap tighter. Whispered kisses trail down your neck:

“I just… don’t wanna lose you.”

YOUNGHOON

He gets quiet. Brooding. Will zone out and sulk, fiddling with his hands.

Confused, but internally dying

Will sit there looking pretty and sad at the same time.

Waits until it crosses a line, then calmly steps in. Walks over without saying much. Places a hand gently on your back or waist. “Hey. You okay?”

His jaw tightens slightly. He goes quiet—but close. And he will later ask, “do you like when they talk to you like that?”

Needs lots of cuddles. Touch calms the insecure spiral.

Later, when it’s just you two—his silence breaks. With lips.

He will kiss you, pulls you close by the waist and says, low: “I don’t want them to touch you. Only me.”

His hands don’t leave your body for the rest of the night.

HYUNJAE

He won’t go full aggressive, but his teasing has sharper edges than usual. He’s reading body language like a hawk.

Laughs when someone flirts with you, but with that dangerous little edge.

Tries to stay chill but slowly inserts himself between you and the threat.

Throws a sarcastic jab like it’s just a joke—but it’s not just a joke. “Wow, didn’t know I was third-wheeling today. Should I leave or... bring snacks?”

Will not say he’s jealous—he’ll just act like a competitive golden retriever.

Once alone? Full claiming mode.

He doesn’t pout. He just touches you more, compliments you more, like: “You looked so good today. Like... don’t let anyone else realize it.”

Will pulls you into his lap unannounced. Hands slide up your thighs, kiss your lips, neck, shoulder. “Next time, I’ll just make it obvious you’re mine.”

JUYEON

Silent Processing + Delayed Reaction

Stares blankly… buffering… until it hits him

Fidgeting fingers, clenched jaw, but no reaction—yet

Asks a weirdly specific question later: “When did you meet him, again?”

Tries to analyze if he’s “allowed” to feel this way.

Jealousy in the eyes, desire in the silence

Hovers near you more after

Leads you away with a hand on your lower back. Low voice in your ear: “We need to talk. Now.” Not angry—focused. Suddenly becomes possessive.

Later, he corners you gently. Kisses you with purpose. Deep. Hungry. Like he’s trying to mark your soul.

Says against your lips: “You’re not leaving my side tonight.”

KEVIN

Internally screaming, externally sipping tea.

He’ll give you passive-aggressive jokes like: “Wow, didn’t know you and Mr. Tall were soulmates. Should I leave you two alone?”

Glares disguised as smirks. Holds your hand tighter than usual.

He doesn’t hide it very well, but he wants you to notice.

Once you address it, he’ll pout for a bit and then melt into your arms. Forgiven.

Becomes 200% more affectionate when you give him attention again.

Will be soft once reassured.

Once alone, the sarcasm drops—his touches become slow, firm. “Let’s remind you who makes you feel good, yeah?”

Loves a bit of jealousy-fueled teasing. The kind that ends with messy kisses and breathless laughs.

CHANHEE (NEW)

If someone flirts with you, expect this: “Okay, cool, so are we dating or is that your soulmate now?”

Gives death glares and rolls his eyes mid-conversation.

Snaps just a little: “Go hold their hand if you love them so much.”

He won’t throw a tantrum, but he will give you side-eye for 2 hours straight.

But he secretly wants you to pull him into a hug in front of everyone.

The kind to say “I’m fine” but throw in a sharp comment every 5 minutes until you finally hug him.

Once home? Grabs your shirt and pulls you into his space. “You're mine. Say it. Louder.”

Doesn’t stop until your voice is wrecked from proving it.

Later, he’ll ask for kisses with a pout.

CHANGMIN (Q)

He watches. Doesn't move at first. Dark mode activated.

The guy touches your arm. Laughs a little too closely. You’re being polite—but Changmin? Already walking over.

Stands between you two, slow and intentional.

No smile. No introduction. Just: “Do you mind?” Voice low. Calm. But sharp as a knife.

Changmin doesn’t flinch. “You knew they were taken. So what exactly are you trying to do?” His tone is polite. Too polite. Which is terrifying.

Turns to you, hand staying on your lower back. Tight grip.

Later, alone: Doesn’t ask. Just takes. Presses you against the wall. His lips rough, his breath hot against your neck.

His voice darkens as his hand slides down your thigh: “And if they try again…” He kisses you hard, pulling you into his chest. “I’ll remind them you’re mine. With or without words.”

Once at home? He will turn extra soft and needy.

HAKNYEON

Jealous? He’s immediately clingy.

Hugging you, interrupting conversations, suddenly calling you “babe” every two seconds.

“Oh, that guy? Funny. I didn’t know strangers could get that close.” 😇

He won’t hide it—he wants to be chosen.

Will loudly say: “Babe, you’re mine today. Not sharing.”

Might joke to you later: “Tell your little fanclub to chill.”

Needs validation—asks: “You’d tell me if someone else had your attention, right?”

Whispers something in your ear with a smirk that makes your knees weak.

Gets touchier the more flustered he gets. Ends with him making you beg for air.

SUNWOO

Notices immediately. Scowls. Becomes possessive real quick.

Will never hide his jealousy—he wants the other person to know.

He walks straight over between you. No thinking. Just instinct. One arm snakes around your waist, tight. His other hand curls under your jaw, lifting your face to his.

He will boldly say, “Hey, baby. You miss me?” Right there. In front of everyone. Eyes locked. PDA on full throttle.

Doesn’t even glance at the guy—he makes you forget he exists. He presses a kiss to your cheek. Your jaw. Your lips—lingering.

Then? He finally turns to the guy. With that smirk: “You tried to steal my partner? Bold.”

Won’t back down. Keeps a firm hand on your waist while glaring.

Later, he will push you against the wall, hands gripping your thighs: “Next time you smile like that, it better be for me.”

Growls into your neck as he presses closer: “Let them watch. Let them hear who you belong to.”

ERIC

Laughs louder, compliments you more in front of them: “You look amazing today, babe. Don’t you think so too, stranger?” 🥰

Will not shut up about you. On purpose. “My baby is so smart, so hot, all mine…” All with a grin that dares the other person to keep looking.

Becomes 100x more affectionate than usual. Starts acting extra sweet and clingy—trying to outshine the threat.

Holding your hand. Intertwining your fingers. Brushing your hair back. Kisses your cheek—then your neck—then your temple. “What? Just love touching you, that’s all~”

Follows you everywhere. Like, every time you move, he’s one step behind.

Grabs your jacket for you. Opens your drink. Touches your lower back when you walk past him. “You need anything? A snack? A lap to sit on?”

Later, alone, whiny but desperate: “Do you love me? Say it again. One more time.” Every word muffled as he leaves open-mouth kisses across your shoulder.

Gets needier the more jealous he was.

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[neoraso]

bf things with tbz

sfw, gn reader , similar to my subtle skinships but something a little new ♡ hope you enjoy

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waking up before you to prepare breakfast and maybe even pack a lunch for your school or work day

drawing bubble baths for you (and if you ask him to join of course he will oblige)

day trips!! always opens the car door for you and makes sure you're buckled up before leaving

buying you gifts especially jewelry and leaving it on your bed while you’re away so you have something sweet to come home to

literally already acts like a husband to you like . once you do get married not much will change,,he worships you

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playing his guitar when you can’t sleep

making playlists with songs that remind him of you/your relationship. sometimes he sends them to u and they're called like "for my love"

wants you to be involved with his family and includes you in his calls and facetimes with them

likes driving you to spots and parking just to listen to music and talk with you

very even-keeled and becomes your rock. always there to listen to you talk about your day looking at you with heart eyes the whole time.

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always getting you little things when he travels on tour like even if its a little keychain, and writes a little note or card to go with it

regularly talks about your future together like it's obvious you're life partners

literally never argues with you,, even when you disagree he's very sensitive to you and just wants to work things out peacefully with you.

you're his whole world. he adores you, has to let everyone (including you) know as much as possible, reminds you he's a better person because he met you.

will drop everything to make sure you're ok. brings you drinks or food when he can during your day. if you're feeling down he will like - run errands for you, bring you snacks etc

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regularly brings you to his family home bc he knows how much his parents (and darong) love you

sends you pics of the sunset when he’s away at work but thinking about you

frequent hugs with kisses that start from the top of your head until he works his way down to your cheeks

has to be holding your hand,, crossing the street? laces your fingers for safety, sitting down together? grabs your hand and kisses the back of it

likes when you do his hair care and fix it for him the best. closes his eyes and hums when you're putting the product in and massaging his scalp

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petting your hair when he’s sat next to you and his arm around you also loves to give you shoulder/neck/head massages to relieve your stress

always keeping an eye out to make sure you’re good in social situations (he may seem aloof but he’s in tune with you!!) ur happiness is his happiness

that being said . sometimes he doesn’t realize when you’re flirting with him he just thinks you’re making conversation T^T but then he catches on and tries to play into it which usually ends up in yall giggling maybe kissing

refuses to let you pay for anything, provides for you happily

so patient with you, always listening attentively with eye contact and appropriate responses <3 an angel

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always trying to make you laugh whether it be twerking, sending you tiktoks he thinks you’ll like

baking and cooking for you ! his lucky taste tester,, literally doesn’t care if you just sit there and watch him but would love if you joined him!!

loves that you have a good relationship with stella lowk gets jealous when she texts you with news before him

brags about you to anyone that will listen "they're so funny and cool and great and smart,, i'm so lucky"

makes up little songs to narrate what you're doing even if it's like. the dishes -_-

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couple fashion yes yes ! obsessed with taking ootd pics with you

expect his whole camera roll to be you and his favorites are all the ones of you together

always attentive to you whether it be getting something off your clothes, getting you water, reminding you to rest and offering his shoulder when he notices you're tired, moving your necklace clasp to the back, etc

lowkey gets nervous around you like NOT THAT HE'S NOT COMFORTABLE but if you give him too much eye contact he starts blushing and laughing

always leaning on you, head on your shoulder, hanging on you holding your hand/arm. JUST loves u sm and wants to be close to you it's sweet.

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wants to “do your hair” and ends up knotting it up (he’ll brush it out though)

gives you really weird hypothetical situations bc he knows you'll actually put thought into your answers <3

he's a silly guy but he likes his chill time and loves it more when you're with him. sometimes he'll bring you home and you take ghana on walks together,, or he just wants to watch a movie with your feet propped across his lap yktv

whenever you're out together at a cafe or restaurant he always lets you taste his order before him and lets you have as much as you want if you like it

will bite you. you'll just be laying together and he bites whatever part is closest NOT even hard enough to leave marks like juyeon but just enough where he can express his ,,,, cute aggression

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saying you’re “too far” when there’s more than 5cm between you

if he's sitting across from you he holds your hand(s) INSIDE his sleeves

low-hanging fruit but he absolutely has a folder FULL of songs about you

loves nights where he's just laying in between your legs or when he's holding you,, either way just wants you close, doting on you all night

pretends to be too cool for being your sweet angel baby sugarplum fairy but when you pull away from showering him in affection he goes "why did you stop -_-"

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has a picture of you as his lockscreen and his wallpaper, in his wallet, on his mirror, a framed one on his dresser, etc. etc.

if you're watching a movie and an attractive person comes on, he covers your eyes with his hands and says you should only be looking at him bc he thinks he's sooooo funny

always buys you a mango juice or whatever drink you like when he gets his from the convenience store

wants to include you in everything he does as much as possible whether it be going out with his friends, all his days off, his early morning walks

needs his face as close to yours as possible; kissing your cheeks/eyelids/nose biting your ear, etc etc

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[strawberrysohn]

focus | lee juyeon.

you think that having flirty, cocky juyeon as your lab partner is the worst thing that could happen. who would have thought it would turn out the way it did?

+ warnings // lots and lots of plot. fem!reader. some fluff at the end. slight corruption kink. reader has a thing for hands (because juyeon’s hands ASDFJAKJF). masturbation. virgin reader. fingering. oral (m & f receiving). eventual smut. unprotected sex. rough sex. filthy. dirty talk. swearing. juyeon’s hands aren’t the only part of him that’s huge. ;) + author notes //  hello! this is my first time publishing something on here, as well as my first time publishing a smut anywhere. i have never been all that confident when writing smut (i’m much more comfortable reading it) so i’m a tad nervous. i hope you all can enjoy this and if you do, feel free to leave positive feedback <3 it would be very much appreciated ;)

————————————– “…choi y/n and lee juyeon.” shit. as the teacher finishes reading off the pairings, you sneak a glance over at your new lab partner, seated across the room. he looks unbothered, his chin resting on his fist, which is propped up on the table. sigh. you didn’t not like juyeon, that wasn’t it at all. you just did not want to be lab partners with him. he was cocky, flirty, and could not focus for the life of him. you had worked with him the year prior for an english project, in which you ended up doing all the work. and it wasn’t that you found his flirtiness annoying, it was just that he somehow knew all the ways to make you absolutely weak.  the teacher instructs the class to move next to their partners and you let out a sigh. you never thought you would miss being partners with snobby kim yunhee, but here you were, already missing her loud chewing of her gum, and her unnecessary hair flips.

sighing yet again, you stand up slowly, gathering your things up, and starting the walk towards where juyeon was seated. 

he eyes you as you sit beside him, setting your books on the table with a soft thud. “hello, y/n,” he greets you, tone polite.

“hi,” you say back, voice smaller and weaker than you would have liked it to be. “are you ready to get started?”

juyeon shrugs his shoulders, his head now turned fully towards you. you broke eye contact as quickly as it started.  “um, okay,” you gulp, opening your text book to the page instructed. “we need to label the parts…” juyeon is quickly bored while you’re reading the instructions. instead, he changes his focus to your body language. the way you’re picking at your fingernails, your soft blue nail polish chipping off as you do. the way you were bouncing your left leg underneath the table. signs of being nervous.

“do i make you nervous, y/n?” he smirks, watching as your head lifts up towards him, eyes a bit wider than usual.

“wha…what?” you stumble on your words, confused by his sudden question. “what do you mean?” oh you knew exactly what he meant. “bouncing your leg, picking at your nails,” he points out the things you didn’t even realize you were doing. “signs of nervousness.” you quickly still your leg movements and sit on your hands so you stop picking at your nails. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you counter, looking at juyeon with fake confidence,

“you never answered my question,” juyeon persists.  “no, juyeon, you do not make me nervous,” you smile at him after blatantly lying. “there, happy?” he looks at you skeptically for a few moments, eyebrow raised, before humming. “mm, let’s get to work, shall we?”

you nod quickly, eager to take the attention off yourself. “yes, now, as i was saying,” you hurriedly switch your attention back to the textbook and start reading.

once again, juyeon lost interest. it’s not that he didn’t like science (though he didn’t), it was you. there was something about you. you looked so precious and innocent.

and he loved it.

“so, which part do you want to do?” you turn your head towards him, snapping him out of his rather interesting thoughts.

“hm?” he blinks softly, visible confusion on his face.

you give him an annoyed expression. “you didn’t hear a word i said.”

juyeon shakes his head. “no, sorry,” he apologizes, flashing that beautiful grin of his, as he scoots his chair slightly closer to yours.

how could you ever stay annoyed with him?

you let out an exasperated sigh, all your frustrations towards juyeon slowly breaking away. “okay, listen this time,” you tell him. “now-”

“you’re cute, you know.” juyeon interrupts, leaving you speechless with an agape mouth.

“i- what?” you blink rapidly, feeling your cheeks heat up. you hope that juyeon doesn’t notice.

juyeon’s lips curl into a smirk at your response.“i said that you’re cute,” he repeats, his eyes flitting down to your rosy cheeks, his signature smirk widening. “especially when you’re all flustered, like you are right now.”

you let out a huff and turn back towards the front of the classroom, your eyes desperately looking above at the clock. there was still half an hour left of the period. there was no way you were going to make it out alive.

“cat got your tongue, y/n?” juyeon asks, and you can feel his gaze on you. 

it took every ounce of bravery inside you to meet his eyes. when you finally did, he moved his face ever so slightly towards yours. 

“i ask again,” his voice was just above a whisper. “do i make you nervous, y/n?”

determined to keep your cool, you shake your head back and forth, not breaking eye contact. 

juyeon hums and sighs. “oh, well,” he leans back in his seat. “guess i was wrong.” he shrugs a little and turns his attention to the front of the class as the teacher begins speaking again.

you let out a big sigh of relief. being partners with juyeon had to be the worst possible thing ever. and it wasn’t just that he was impossible to work with due to his lack of focus, but it was because of the embarrassingly large affect he had on you.

while your teacher is still rambling on, you study juyeon from the corner of your eyes. god, was he attractive. if you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t think he was real. he was like a dream, honestly.

maybe it was his dreamy eyes that made your heart skip a few beats whenever he looked into yours. maybe it was his perfect lips that looked oh so kissable. maybe it was everything about his perfect face. 

maybe it wasn’t just his face that you were attracted to. maybe it was his large hands that you had moved your eyes to. his palms alone were about the size of your face. you couldn’t even imagine how good his hands must feel on-

“i think we should make a poster board,” juyeon says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” you hate how stupid you sound and you mentally smack yourself.

“for the project,” juyeon explains. “were you not listening?” you catch his lips curling into that stupid smirk again.

“i…zoned out a bit, yeah,” you admit, offering an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

juyeon shakes his head. “not a problem,” he tells you. “let’s just get back to work.”

you nod quickly, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “yeah, let’s do that.”

juyeon wasn’t stupid. he knew that you were eyeing him up while the teacher was talking. he could feel your eyes on him throughout the whole thing. he was pleased that he could cause you to lose focus like you had been doing to him the whole lesson.

“since our element is carbon, we should explain what things carbon can be found in, where you can find it and where it originated, it’s number, mass, etc, etc,” you list, drawing a small diagram on your notebook of what you thought your poster board should look like. “how does that sound?”

“sounds great,” juyeon says, impressed that he was actually able to listen for once. “you really know your stuff, huh?”

you blush a little at his praise. “well, i like to think that,” you internally cringe at the giggle you let out. what were you, twelve?

“so, am i going over to your place after school so we can work on this?” he asks you, leaning over to you, his head still propped up on his arm.

you internally scream. lee juyeon. in your house. what was even happening? “uh, sure,” you nod cautiously. you rip a piece off your notebook page and scribble down your address. “here’s my address.” place the paper into his warm, much larger hand.

he smiles at tucks the paper into his pocket without even looking at it. “see you at around 3:30, then?”

“yeah, that’s fine, see you then,” you stand up just as the bell rings, gathering your things quickly. “bye, juyeon!” you wave to him before bolting out of that classroom before he can wave or say anything back.

the rest of the day is a blur. all you think about and look forward to is after school. 

so when the final bell rings, you manage to get to your locker, get your hoodie, and get outside the school in a record time of three minutes.

there was so much you to do before juyeon showed up. you’d have to change, tidy your room a bit (just in case he wanted to look around), and make sure your parents weren’t coming back from their business meeting in the next hours.

but somehow, after fluffing your pillows, making your bed, checking your parents’ business calendar, and changing into a comfy hoodie and some shorts, you’re still not prepared when there’s a loud knock at the door.

taking a long sip of your water, you set your glass on the counter and make your way towards the front door.

“hello, y/n,” juyeon greets you when you open the door.

you take a few moments to admire his outfit before letting him in. his black tee shirt was nicely tucked into his jeans that you wished weren’t so damn tight. his hair was parted, and styled the same as it was earlier. he looked unbelievable.

“…can i come in?” he asks you. little did you know, that was the second time he had asked.

“oh, yes, sorry,” you apologize and pull the door open, allowing him in. “come in, please.”

he smiles and walks past you, entering your home. he eyes the cozy color scheme, the various paintings above the furniture, and the antique lamp that sat atop a table. he found it all very interesting.

“so, do you want to get started?” you ask, nervously playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“i want to look around for a bit, if that’s fine with you,” juyeon turns around to look at you, eyeing you a bit more subtly than you did to him.

you’re thankful that you cleaned your room. “yes, of course,” you nod. “let me show you around.”

juyeon smiles as you lead him into the small kitchen area. “do you want anything to eat or drink?”

he shakes his head. “no, thank you,” he declines with a warm smile towards you.

you were surprised by how much of a gentleman he was being. you nod in understanding and lead him into the dining room. “this is the dining room, where i eat dinner,” you explain, face palming at your own stupidity. that was common sense, you dumbass. 

juyeon smiles and laughs a little. your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, realizing just how beautiful of a sound it was.

you then lead him down the small hallway past your parents room and the bathroom, and finally to your bedroom.

“this is my room,” you explain, your voice a little shaky. lee juyeon is in your bedroom.

intrigued, juyeon looks around the room. he’d be lying if he said that this wasn’t the room he was looking forward to the most. something about seeing the soft pink and white colors of your bedroom, the small selection of stuffed animals arranged on the floor near your closet. it looked so pretty, just like you.

so pretty, and so innocent.

“so, that’s it!” you clap your hands together. “shall we start on the project now?”

“sure,” juyeon smiles at you, making your heart flutter. you were sure that he knew what he was doing. “lead the way, babe.”

your eyes widen and you turn around, quickly leading juyeon back into the living room, blushing furiously.

he had just called you ‘babe’. you were sure that you had died right there in that moment. it sounded so lovely coming from his lips. better yet, he was saying it to you. 

“s-so, i found this poster board in the storage closet,” you explain, gulping a bit as you pick up the board to show juyeon. “do you think it’s good enough?”

he smiles, not necessarily at your poster board selection, but at your clearly flustered state. “it’s great,” he gives a thumbs up. your heart does a flip at the sight of his large fist. oh the things you wished he would do to you.

“okay, let’s get to work, then,” you sit down on the carpet, annoyed at yourself for your flustered state being much too obvious.

juyeon thought it was cute, how flustered you were. he had always thought it was cute, since the first time you had worked together. he had wanted to spend more time with you, but your schedules never lined up, and your were in very different social groups. it would never work out.

“let me tell you something, y/n,” juyeon speaks, unintentionally cutting you off. “i could tell you were a bit-” he pauses, searching for the words. “-reluctant to work with me,”

“what makes you think that?” you rub your arm nervously. now look what you did, you probably hurt his feelings!

“you don’t have the best experience of being partners with me,” he says, tucking one leg up to his chest. “i wouldn’t focus for the life of me. and i still haven’t been very good at focusing.”

you shrug and smile softly. “it’s not your fault if you struggle with focusing, juyeon.”

he sighs and nods. “i’m sorry, though,” he apologizes. “you deserve someone who matches the level you’re at academically.”

“don’t call yourself, dumb.”

“i didn’t,” juyeon furrows his brows. “i just meant that you’re better at focusing than i am.”

now you really felt like a bitch. “oh,” you mentally slap yourself fifty times. “i didn’t mean it like that, i’m so sorry, juyeon, please, i don’t-”

“it’s fine, y/n,” juyeon shakes his head, laughing a little. “i know what you meant.”

“but, still-” you begin to persist. 

“y/n.” juyeon says sternly. you shut up immediately, looking down at the floor.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like when juyeon used that tone. you secretly wished he’d use it again.

“it’s fine, okay?” he says, and you could tell he meant it. “don’t worry about it.”

little did you know, there was more that juyeon wanted to tell you, but he decided against it.

the two of you spend the next three hours working on and finishing your project. it was actually fun, working with juyeon. turns out, you actually had some things in common. like the fact that you both like hello kitty and fashion, and that you both hate algebra.

“how does it look?” you ask, holding up the finished poster next to you.

juyeon nods in approval. “i think it turned out nicely,” he smiles at you. “good job, babe.” he winks at you, making your insides do cartwheels.

“would you stop calling me that?” you groan. “it’s cringey.”

“what’s cringey, calling you babe?” he tilts his head in a dog-like way.

“yes.”

he taps his chin in thought for a few moments. “if i didn’t know any better,” he starts, and you already feel yourself panicking. what does he know, your thoughts are filled with fear. 

“i’d think you have a little crush on me, y/n,” he continues, smirking that devilish smirk that you’ve grown to have a love-hate relationship with. “is that right?”

is that right? is that right? of course it was right. you were shit at hiding how terribly flustered juyeon could make you, and he of course caught on quickly. 

panicking, you shake your head quickly. “nope,” you reply.

“ah, really?” juyeon raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “so if i called you cute right now, you wouldn’t blush?”

“i don’t get called cute often, i’d blush if anyone called me that.” you tell him. the first part is true, but the latter is false. if anyone else called you cute, you probably wouldn’t bat an eye. but when juyeon did it…that was another story.

“hm, okay,” juyeon nods, and for a second, you think you’ve fooled him. “well, if it helps, i do think you’re quite cute, you know.”

shit. you feel not just your cheeks heat up, but your entire face. “juyeon,” you whine in protest.

now it’s juyeon’s turn to panic. hearing you whine his name like that - even though you hadn’t meant it in that way at all - had his thoughts racing profusely. 

it didn’t help when you shifted your weight from one leg to the other, allowing him to get what he thought he was an undesired peek at your upper thigh. he was wrong. it was very desired. and so were you at that exact moment.

juyeon clears his throat, remembering his current goal. “look at that, you’re all flustered again,” he hums, admiring your strawberry colored cheeks. “isn’t that right, babe?”

damn it. double kill. you bite your lip hard as you stare a hole into your carpet. you thought you felt a small trickle of blood on the skin of your lips from how hard your teeth were digging into them.  “hey, don’t bite your lips like that,” juyeon tells you, one, because he didn’t want you to make sores on them, and two, because it was also one of the things that drove him crazy. “if you bite them off, how is a pretty girl like you supposed to get kisses, hm?”

you gulp as juyeon lifts your chin up with one finger. you felt his eyes looking into yours, but you keep your gaze on the floor. “i’ve never been kissed before,” you mumble, lowkey ashamed to admit something like that to him. “and i doubt i will be anytime soon, so don’t worry about it-”

before you can ramble on any longer, you’re cut off by the heavenly, unreal feeling of juyeon’s lips on yours. with your heartbeat quickening and your once fiddling hands coming to a panicked halt on your thighs, you quickly melt into the feeling.

juyeon was kissing you. for a moment, you felt like you had ascended. his lips were so soft against your chapped and bloody ones. you cautiously began to move your lips against his, following the movements of his and what you had seen in movies.

after what you wished was an eternity, juyeon slowly pulls his lips from yours, licking your blood off of his own lips with a small smirk. and you found that so unbelievably hot.

“w-what was- what did you- huh?” you blink several times, still trying to process everything, ignoring your unnatural heartbeat and the swirling in your stomach. 

“now you’ve been kissed,” juyeon says. the way he said it casually, like it was nothing. you wanted to slap him for being so insanely cool. “you’re welcome.” he winks again, and then you wanted to slap yourself for being so easily affected. 

juyeon pats your cheek softly before rising to feet. “i should get going, it’s almost dinner time,” he smiles at you one last time before heading towards the front door. “see you tomorrow, y/n.” he greets farewell, and then he’s gone. 

you’re left seated on the carpet, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. you weren’t even upset that juyeon had just left. you were honestly a bit pleased that he did, because if he hadn’t, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to control yourself. 

you check the time on your phone, and notice the oddly different lockscreen photo. did you change it recently? you didn’t think so. last time you checked, it was still that cute photo of you and your friend from your last time at the beach.

then it dawned on you. this wasn’t your phone. it was juyeon’s.

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SEVENTEEN reaction to their s/o getting hurt while cooking

(SEVENTEEN 013 x reader)

gentle reminder ♡ this reaction mentions blood, burns, cuts, physical pain, and mild pain. nothing graphic, but still, tread softly

S.COUPS (Seungcheol)

You were trying to surprise him with dinner after he came home late from work. But in your rush, you grabbed the hot pan without realizing it. The sharp hiss of pain and your small gasp had him sprinting to the kitchen in seconds.

“Yah, what happened?!” he said, eyes wide as he immediately took your hand. His voice was stern but full of concern. When he saw the red mark forming, his heart sank.

He didn’t even waste a second turned off the stove, guided you gently to the sink, and ran your hand under cool water. His jaw was clenched tight, brows furrowed. You could see the guilt in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you call me if you needed help?” he muttered softly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand carefully. “You don’t have to do everything by yourself, you know that?”

He’d spend the rest of the evening tending to your hand, putting ointment, wrapping it neatly, and scolding you every few minutes but with that soft, protective tone only Seungcheol has. Later, he’d order your favorite food, pull you into his arms and whisper, “Next time, just cook with me, okay? I don’t ever wanna see you hurt again.”

JEONGHAN

You were cooking when the oil popped suddenly, hitting your wrist. You yelped, and before you could even react, Jeonghan appeared like he teleported from another room.

“What did you do?” he said in that teasing but concerned tone, eyes scanning your wrist immediately. When he saw the small burn forming, his expression softened all playfulness gone.

He grabbed the first aid kit, carefully applied burn cream, and then blew softly over the wound as if that would help ease the pain. “Ouch, this must’ve hurt, hm? You’re too adorable for kitchen accidents,” he joked, but his voice was tender.

You tried to apologize, saying you just wanted to cook something for him. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Next time, I’ll handle the dangerous part. You can just stay beside me and stir the sauce prettily, deal?”

Later, while you two ate together, he wouldn’t stop teasing you lightly but also, he’d randomly hold your hand just to check it. Beneath the teasing, he was clearly shaken by the idea of you getting hurt.

JOSHUA

You sliced your finger while cutting vegetables not too badly, but enough to make you wince. Joshua noticed immediately and dropped what he was doing. “Hey, hey, don’t move. Let me see,” he said, his voice calm but laced with worry.

He gently took your hand, dabbing the blood away, and then smiled softly even though his eyes were serious. “You know, cooking’s supposed to be fun, not dangerous. Guess I’ll have to teach you my techniques, huh?”

He cleaned and wrapped your finger with care, even kissed the bandaged spot afterward with a small smile. “There. Magic kiss, makes it better.”

You’d giggle at how gentle he was, and he’d just laugh softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. Later that evening, he’d offer to finish the cooking himself while you sat on the counter watching him. Every now and then, he’d look back at you to make sure you weren’t in pain, smiling reassuringly.

JUN

You accidentally cut your palm while trying to open a jar with a knife and Jun immediately froze before rushing to your side. “What were you doing?! You could’ve really hurt yourself!” he said in half disbelief, half panic.

He quickly got tissues and bandages, cleaning the wound gently. His movements were quick, efficient, but you could see the fear flickering in his eyes. “You’re too precious to be doing dangerous things like this,” he mumbled, voice softer now.

Once you were patched up, he sat you down and gave you that stern older-boyfriend look. “Next time, call me. I’ll open the jar for you. That’s my job now.”

He’d cook the rest of the meal himself humming quietly, glancing at you every two minutes to make sure you were fine. Later, he’d feed you with his chopsticks, grinning cheekily, “See? My cooking is way safer and tastier.”

HOSHI

You were cooking together when the oil splattered and hit your arm. You tried to brush it off, but Hoshi saw it immediately. His eyes widened, and his usual bubbly smile vanished. “Wait, are you okay? Let me see ah, that looks painful!”

He rushed to grab ice and gently pressed it against your burn, pouting as he looked at you. “Why didn’t you move away when it splattered? You scared me…”

You’d try to comfort him, saying it’s just a small burn, but he’d keep fussing over you, blowing on it softly and muttering little things like, “My baby can’t get hurt like that, I’ll cry if it happens again.”

After that, he’d insist on doing all the cooking himself, doing silly little dances while stirring the food just to make you laugh again. But when you caught him glancing at your arm later, you could see he was still thinking about it. He’d probably end the night cuddled up with you, whispering, “No more burns, okay? We’ll cook safely… together

WONWOO

You accidentally nicked your finger with a knife, and though it wasn’t bad, Wonwoo’s reaction was instant. His eyes widened, and he moved quickly but carefully. “Stop let me handle it,” he said quietly, already reaching for the first aid kit.

He didn’t say much at first. He just focused on cleaning your wound, his long fingers gentle but firm. You could feel how tense he was, though his jaw slightly clenched, his breathing shallow.

When he finally finished wrapping the bandage, he sighed softly and looked at you. “You scared me,” he admitted in a low voice. “Please be careful. I… don’t like seeing you in pain.”

His tone was calm, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotion worry, protectiveness, love. He’d stay close to you for the rest of the evening, finishing the cooking himself while you sat nearby. Occasionally, he’d reach out to check your hand, murmuring, “Still hurt?” and giving you a small reassuring smile.

At the end, when you two finally sat down to eat, he’d quietly take your hand under the table and squeeze it gently, just to make sure you were really okay.

WOOZI (Jihoon)

You’d been trying to cook a proper dinner because Woozi had been staying up late at the studio. You wanted to make him something homemade, comforting. But between juggling boiling water, heavy pots, and dishes, everything went wrong fast. The boiling water splashed your hand, and while rushing to clean up a broken jar, a shard of glass embedded itself in your foot.

When Woozi entered the kitchen, all he saw was you sitting on the floor, holding your hand and trying not to cry. “What—what happened?!” he said, instantly dropping to his knees beside you. His calm composure cracked.

He carefully took your foot, wincing when he saw the blood. “You should’ve called me. You shouldn’t be cleaning this alone,” he said, voice trembling slightly.

Even though Woozi’s known for being stoic, in that moment, he was visibly shaken. He picked you up literally lifted you and carried you to the couch. “Stay here. Don’t move,” he ordered softly but firmly.

After disinfecting your wounds and wrapping them, he sat beside you, silent for a few minutes before whispering, “I hate that you got hurt because of me… you don’t have to push yourself just to take care of me. You already do enough just by being here.”

He’d hold your hand gently afterward, thumb brushing the bandage, his usual tough exterior melting into quiet affection.

DOKYEOM (Seokmin)

You were frying meat when a spark of oil jumped and burned your wrist, then another near your collarbone. You yelped, flinching away from the stove. Dokyeom ran into the kitchen immediately, his cheerful face shifting into panic.

“Baby?! What— what happened?”

“I just— the oil popped,” you said, voice trembling.

He instantly turned off the fire, gently grabbed your arms and examined the burns. “Oh no, that looks bad, we need to run water over it right now!”

He dragged you to the sink like it was a fire drill, running cool water, whispering things like “It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you.”

When you hissed in pain, he winced too, like he could feel it himself. “Does it hurt a lot? Oh my god, I’m so sorry I should’ve been the one cooking,” he said, eyes glossy with guilt.

You tried to calm him down. “Seokmin, it’s just—”

He shook his head fast. “No. No ‘just.’ You’re my person. Seeing you hurt even a little I can’t stand it.”

After applying ointment, he carefully blew over the burns, kissing them lightly. “There. Better?” he said, forcing a small smile. When you nodded, he whispered, “Next time, I’m your personal chef. You can sing background music, deal?”

MINGYU

You accidentally dropped a glass jar while cooking. It shattered into pieces all over the floor. You sighed, grabbed a broom, and began cleaning up but missed a few small shards. You were barefoot. When you stepped back, a piece of glass pierced deep into your heel. You gasped but didn’t scream you just sat down, bleeding and trying not to panic.

Mingyu wasn’t home. He texted you an hour later:

“On my way back! Did you eat, baby?” You replied quickly:

“Yeah :) all good.”

When he got home, the first thing he noticed was the faint trail of blood on the kitchen tiles. “Wait— what the…” he whispered, before his voice rose, “Y/N?! Where are you?!”

You were sitting on the couch, foot bandaged with tissues. He rushed over, wide-eyed. “What happened to your foot?! Why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s nothing serious, I just broke a jar. Cleaned it up, but I didn’t see a piece…”

Mingyu knelt in front of you immediately, hands trembling slightly as he unwrapped the makeshift bandage. His eyes darkened when he saw the cut still bleeding. “You walked on broken glass and didn’t call me?” he said softly, hurt.

You looked down. “You were busy.”

He let out a shaky sigh. “Busy? You think I’d rather be busy than take care of you?” He carefully cleaned your wound, whispering apologies every few seconds.

When he finished, he kissed your knee softly and whispered, “If I ever see blood on the floor again, I’m gluing slippers to your feet. You scared me, baby.”

MINGHAO (The8)

You were chopping vegetables when the knife slipped and sliced deep into your palm. Blood rushed out immediately. You froze for a second too shocked to move before grabbing tissues to stop the bleeding.

Minghao, who just walked intonthe kitchen, saw the red drops fall on the floor. “Wait… is that blood?” he said quietly, voice trembling as he approached. When he saw your hand, his eyes widened. “Y/N, that’s deep!”

“I’m okay, I just—”

He didn’t let you finish. “No, you’re not okay.” His calm demeanor vanished as he guided you to sit down. His voice was firm, but his hands gentle as ever. “Press this. Hard.” He grabbed the first aid kit, disinfected the wound, and wrapped it carefully.

His expression stayed unreadable, but his silence said everything worry, guilt, fear. When he finished, he finally looked into your eyes. “You could’ve lost so much blood if I wasn’t here.”

“I didn’t mean to”

He sighed softly. “I know. But promise me something, okay? Slow down. I don’t want to ever see that much blood on you again.”

Later, he’d hold your hand even though it was bandaged and say in that soft, deep voice, “Next time, I’ll cook. You can just sit and talk to me while I do it.”

SEUNGKWAN

You were cleaning the kitchen with new cleaning products you’d never used before. The smell was strong, but you didn’t think much of it until your skin started burning. You looked down red patches spreading along your hands and wrists.

You yelped in pain right as Seungkwan walked in. “Y/N?! What’s wrong?”

“My hands they’re burning!”

He immediately grabbed your arms, dragged you to the sink, and ran cold water over them. “Oh my god, it’s chemical burns you used those new cleaners?!”

Tears pricked your eyes from the sting. “I didn’t know they’d do this…”

He was panicking eyes darting between your hands and the bottle, muttering, “How strong is this stuff?!” before tossing it straight into the trash. “Why would they even sell something like that?! My poor baby, look at your skin…”

You tried to laugh weakly, “I look funny.”

He gave you the look. “Not funny.” Then, with softer eyes, “Does it hurt too much?”

When you nodded, he sighed, biting his lip. “We’re going to the pharmacy. I’m not taking any chances.”

He’d later apply soothing cream, blow gently on your hands, and grumble, “From now on, I clean, you supervise. You’re banned from dangerous chemicals, Miss Trouble.”

VERNON

You were using a food processor to blend vegetables when you forgot to turn it off before cleaning it. The blades caught your fingers several small but deep cuts appeared instantly. You gasped and dropped it, clutching your bleeding hand.

When Vernon came in and saw the blood, his face went pale. “Y/N what the hell what happened?!”

“The food processor I didn’t realize it was still on…”

He stared at your hand, then at you, his breath shaky. “Sit down. Don’t move. Please.”

He ran for the first aid kit, cleaned each cut with shaking hands, whispering, “You’re scaring me… there’s so much blood…”

You tried to joke, “Guess I’m not the best chef.”

He frowned, his tone trembling. “Don’t joke. I thought you were seriously hurt for a second.”

When he finished bandaging your hand, he kissed your fingers gently. “I love that you try to do everything yourself, but I’d rather eat burnt toast than see you bleed.”

He’d clean up the whole mess himself afterward, throwing suspicious glances at the blender every few minutes like it was an enemy.

DINO (Chan)

You wanted to grab something from the top cabinet, but it was too high. So you climbed onto a chair then onto the counter. The surface wobbled, your balance failed, and you fell, hitting your elbow and hip hard. You groaned, but there was no one home.

When Chan got home later that day, he noticed your limp immediately. “Why are you walking like that?”

You forced a laugh. “I just… tripped a little earlier, no big deal.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Tripped where?”

You hesitated, “...The kitchen.”

He stormed in, scanning the area like a detective. “Don’t tell me you climbed up here.”

Silence.

He turned back slowly, disbelief written all over his face. “You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t.”

You smiled awkwardly. “I needed the sugar—”

“Sugar?!” he exclaimed, walking toward you. “You could’ve broken a bone for sugar?”

When you sat down, wincing, he knelt beside you, sighing. “Show me your arm.”

He gently checked the bruises, eyes softening. “Aigoo… You’re unbelievable. You hurt yourself and didn’t even call me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Well, too late,” he muttered, pressing a cold pack on your arm. “You are my worry.”

He pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back lightly. “Promise me next time you’ll just call me instead of turning into Spider-Woman, okay?”

[cherrynpink]

freak like me

pairing: nerdy!dino x f!reader

genre: project partners, mutual pining, lots of daydreaming, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!

warnings: shy cutesy dino who has my heart (he is a secret freak!), idk how american uni works so just go w it pls, dino and chan are both used interchangeably, oc has nerd kink (ahem), forward oc, cursing, a bit of manipulation?, too many thirsty thoughts, kissing, choking, spit kink, unprotected sex (do not do this!), oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, brat!oc, brattamer!dino, mean dino, he calls oc slut/whore, dirty talk!!!, riding, missionary position, creampie, size kink?, crying, hair grabbing, ass slapping, orgasm denial, cum eating, it is honestly filthy, lmk if i missed anything!

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“Right, so the semester end project will be a group project.” Your professor says as the whole class sighs in disappointment and annoyance.

“I know you all don’t like these group projects, but it’s compulsory guys, it’s worth 30% of your final grade. If it’s any consolation, I requested the dean to let it be done in pairs, so be a little grateful, I don’t want anyone coming up to me after class asking to change partners.”

Great. The only thing you hated more than group projects were the ones done in pairs. In spite of all the arguments in groups, atleast you didn’t have to do any work if you didn’t feel like it. But now not only will there be conflicts with your partner, but you’ll have to do half the work too. Just great.

“Y/n? miss y/n?” your professor calls pulling you out of your zoned out state as you raise your hand in confusion.

“You’ll be partnered with Mr. Chan.”

Oh. This was going to be fun. Not only was Chan really REALLY good at studies, but also so cute. You first met him just on the second day of class, when you asked him for a pencil because being klutz you are, you had forgotten you had that class that day and had practically rolled off your bed as your roommate woke you up minutes before it started, reaching a bit late and resulting in your professor scolding you. Chan had coyly given you the pencil, later passing you a note in the middle of the class written “you can ask me later if you have any doubts about what was taught before you arrived as you were a bit late :)”. Oh, he was so cute.

That was how your friendship started, though you never talked much outside of class- other than the occasional times he replied to your story or liked it, you and him were mostly formal with each other, never crossing the boundary of “classmates.”

Sometimes you would ask him for his notes, and being the nice guy he is, he would send the snapshots in a second. You would later leave an iced americano on his usual seat, as a gesture of thankfulness; and a note along with it. Sometimes when the professor’s voice cracked in the middle of the lecture, your eyes would find his- giving each other a slight smile.

It was always quick glances, polite words, and soft smiles, because you both never seemed to take it further. But you were tired now, tired of pretending you didn’t picture his face squished under your thighs, glasses all fogged up and your slick dripping down his chin. Tired of acting like you didn’t violate your poor pillow every other night imagining how he would sound with him in your throat.

Was he a head pusher? Or someone that just begged you to let him come? Would he let you tie him up? Or would he want to tie YOU up? you were sick of acting like he didn’t get you so so wet when he answered a question in class and fixed his glasses, and you had a plan to change that.

As the class ends, you see him coming up to you.

“Should we work at the library at 6 today? I’ll get us some coffee and snacks to eat while we work!” he says with a small smile on his face.

You could agree to the library at 6, after all he has pitched it so sweetly, but there is a devil on your shoulder that is actually so evil, because you hear a voice in your head saying no way you’re meeting him in a public place for the things you want to do with him.

“I’m a bit busy at 6 Chan, I-”

“Dino! You can call me dino too. All my friends usually call me that.” He says shyly.

You smile sweetly. “I’m a bit busy at 6 dino, I have my shift at the café.” You say pouting at him. They are blatant lies. You do not have your shift at the café today because it is closed, something about the owner being at a wedding, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You can come over to my place at 10 if it’s okay with you? I doubt the library will be open till the time I get off work.” You feel a bit bad, but you’re just inviting him over because it’s more comfortable at home, right? Yeah! Nothing needs to happen just because you’ll be alone with him. (You are lying to yourself at this point because there is no way you don’t lose your mind at the thought of being alone with him.)

“Oh, okay sure! text me the address, I’ll be there.” He says with a sweet smile and you might crush him because of how much you want to squish his cheeks right now.

Dino might go crazy. He’s not even sure if you could see he wasn’t paying attention to a thing you said, because he was too busy staring at your lips the entire time, and then your collarbones, until his eyes travelled to your tits trapped in your blouse which was just a little too tight. Tight enough to accentuate the curve of your breasts; but not letting them spill out- just tight enough.

On top of that, if he’s left alone with you, he has no idea how he’s going to prevent a tent from forming in his pants, so he opts for a oversized hoodie long enough to cover him and a pair of grey sweatpants because it is your house after all, he can dress casual, and he doesn’t want you to know he took 20 minutes to decide what he wore so that his outfit says-“hey, I’m casual and comfortable” and “I’m put together” at the same time.

He is sharp on time, you say to yourself as the bell rings. You’re a bit nervous approaching the door in your small plaid skirt and sweater, knowing how he always stares at you whenever you wear a skirt to class. Plus, you’re wearing a something a little special underneath it, just it case. You push the self-doubting thoughts to the back of your head as you open your door and he is a sight to see. He looks so delicious in those animal print framed glasses and messy hair, there is a glow on his face and oh, those stupid goddamn grey sweatpants. It is OVER for you.

“You’re very punctual, it’s exactly 10.” You giggle. “Your hair looks a bit of a mess dino, coming from another girl’s place?” you say as you smirk, leaning against the door.

“No! No, I just came from the gym, my hair is still a bit wet from the shower.” He says as he ruffles his hair and comes in, setting his bag on the table in your living room. Oh? Pretty boy goes to the gym as well, is there anything he doesn’t do. He usually only wore oversized hoodies and t-shirts to class, never really revealing his true figure; nor did you ever see him much in parties despite his friends being a part of the frat, so this was a new side of him you were seeing right now.

“My roommate is gonna be home in a bit, so we can work in my room, mhm?” you ask, acting intentionally doe eyed and innocent. Lies. They are all lies. Your roommate isn’t going to be home in a bit, she’s at her girlfriend’s dorm. And she is not going to be home until tomorrow after class. And maybe if Chan was thinking clearly, he would’ve asked why your roommate would mind you working in the living room with him. But he’s not thinking clearly, too busy staring at your legs and imagining his face between your thighs; so, forgive him if he isn’t at his highest functioning brain activity right now.

He murmurs a quiet okay as he follows you to your room as you lead him. And your room is so you. He doesn’t know how to explain it, because he doesn’t know you so well yet, but as soon as he enters through the door, he sees plushies laid out neatly on your bed, and your scent all around him. He can see posters of bands and movies dressing up your walls and random Sanrio figurines all around the room. He lays his bag on your bed, taking out his laptop as you sit next to him on your chair, and your skirt rides up, revealing your soft thighs further. And maybe his eyes are playing tricks on him, but he can almost see pink lace fabric peaking from underneath your skirt. And maybe you’re just a bit cold, but he swears he can see your nipples peeking through your sweater.

Every passing minute, he is making it so hard for you to keep your composure. He keeps sharing his ideas about the project and telling you what you should work on. Why is hearing him talk about physics so sexy? You don’t know what it is, but you can’t help but think how hot he looks when he talks so passionately. Your panties are literally getting soaked as the time goes on. It’s been an hour, and he hasn’t even taken a second to look at you yet! You’re quite literally whoring yourself out for him and all he cares about is inductive motor or whatever the hell the project is about.

“Channie, can we move to the bed? I’m feeling a bit tired from my shift.” You say, fake yawning.

“Mmm? Oh sure.” It is over for him, he thinks to himself.

As you sit up on your bed, your skirt FULLY rides up, revealing your baby pink lace panties. You push it down gently, saying “oops” as you giggle. And something inside him snaps. All control he had, he’s lost it now and he physically cannot hold back anymore. His gaze darkens, as he pushes you down, his grip on your throat as he gets on top of you. You gasp as he takes you by surprise, but the shock lasts barely 5 seconds before you smirk.

You reach up as your lips find his, pulling him deeper into your mouth as you grab his hair. From the get go, it is passionate, and rough and messy, because both of you are left gasping for your breath- your cheeks rosy and your chest heaving. Deciding to tease him further, you bite his lip. He moans into your mouth, mumbling “brat.” Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue into his mouth deepening the kiss, and it is so sloppy; neither of you willing to give up control. The heat between your legs grows because of the way his tongue fights with yours to take over, which has your head spinning.

“Channie” you moan, as you feel the hard press of his body against yours, the sound of your lips smacking together and your heavy gasping filling the room.

His hand reaches to lift your sweater slightly, fingers making contact with your bare skin as they keep moving upwards until they meet your lacy bra, delicately toying with the material.

“You wore this for me baby? Knew this was going to happen?”

All you do is giggle as you continue to kiss down his jaw, alternating between sucking and biting. But that doesn’t sit right with him, as his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just the right amount so that his grip is tight enough, but still allowing you to breathe, and suddenly you’re flooding your panties.

“This okay?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern and genuine worry, looking for any discomfort in your eyes, desperate for your approval to continue.

You nod, because it’s actually all you can do. He loosens the grip on your throat and begins to pull his hand away as he says “Fuck, if you want me to go on, you’re gonna have to answer me baby.”

You’re quick to bring his hand back on your neck, your head turning left and right in panic, “No! No, please I want it!” you say as he smirks at your desperate state.

“Yeah? Then answer me when I ask you a question baby. You wore this set for me pretty?”

“Just wanted you to notice me, pay attention to me.” You say between kisses.

“And you thought whoring yourself out would be the way to get my attention” he chuckles. “Thought it was a mistake when you flashed me, turns out baby’s just an attention whore.”

He gets off of you and the bed and a whine leaves your throat as he pulls you down by your ankles as your hips reach the foot of your bed in an instant as he begins taking off his glasses.

“No!” you protest. “don’t- don’t take them off, I like them.” You say timidly. He picks you up, flipping your previous position as he seats you on his lap, taking off his hoodie, and you cannot help but stare. You did not know he was SO built and buff, your eyes are practically eating him up as you feel drool building up in your mouth. Oh, you NEED to suck him off right now. And that’s pretty much all it takes for you as you get on your knees for him.

When you look up to him, there is hunger in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before, his gaze full of lust. He can’t remember how many times he’s pictured you like this, on your knees, so innocent, a pathetic expression on your face, waiting for him to give you your next instruction.

Those stupid man whore grey sweatpants, you need them off now.

You fumble with it’s band as you impatiently pull it down, revealing his Calvin Klein boxers, and you clearly have no time for this nonsense, rushing to pull his boxers down as well, all while he looks down on you, leaning back on the bed- hands on either side of him with a big cocky smirk on his face, because he cannot wait to see the next look on your face.

Your face: it’s so transparent, so revealing. It’s literally like you wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything you feel, you think, you want, it’s clear- plain as day on your face. And as soon as you pull his boxers off, there it is- pure amusement and shock, as his dick twitches at the sight of your wide doe eyes. You knew he was big, atleast that’s what you pictured in your nightly scenarios. But you did not know he was this big both in length and in girth as well, his angry tip staring at you, begging for your attention.

“Take your sweater off.” He demands. No pleas, no hesitance. An order. And who would you be to defy him? you teasingly take it off, all while a small smile adorns your lips as you throw the sweater somewhere on the floor alongside his hoodie.

You take his length in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his tip- spreading his pre-cum around it as your eyes go from doe like to those of a siren as they stare straight into his, spitting right on it seductively and oh, he thinks he’s in love. You pump it up and down and fuck- you can’t even completely wrap your hand around it, giving it a little squeeze as you go along, building the tension. But he doesn’t seem too happy about it as he sighs in annoyance. He’s sick of your teasing, because even after his multiple attempts to discipline you, you’ve decided to continue being a brat.

In the blink of an eye, he takes your hand off of him, grabs you by your jaw and squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and fore finger- the rest of the them lying on your jaw, forcing to you part your lips slightly.

“Do you trust me y/n?” he says softly, yet his voice dripping with dominance as you nod.

“Open your mouth, tongue out baby.”

And what he does next takes you by surprise, as he leans down, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth as it drips down from his mouth to yours, making you moan as you close your eyes, feeling the warm liquid on your tongue.

“Swallow.” he says as he caresses your jaw. And his wish is your command; you let out a loud moan as you feel it travel down your throat.

“Good girl. You’ll listen to me now, yeah? No more teasing. I’ve been holding back until now but if you don’t behave, I’ll have to fuck you like the whore you are. Better yet, I’ll eat you out, and get you so so close. I’ll be at it for hours baby, I have no place to be, but I won’t let you cum. So, tell me, you’re gonna be a good girl for me now?”

And all you can do is nod as he smirks, because now, he holds the power over you, and you want him to take over you. Don’t want to think about anything, just do whatever he says. And he can see that, see you fully slipping into subspace.

He holds his dick in his hand, and as your mouth chases his tip, he slaps it against your cheek. All he does is laugh, because you just look so pathetic under him. Tits spilling out of your see through pink lace bra, eyes on the brink of tears, fists balled up in your lap because he won’t let you touch him.

He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slaps his dick against your other cheek as he says “tap my thigh twice in you wanna stop, okay?” and finally rubs his tip against your lips, parting them immediately as you engulf it in your mouth, sucking on it as if it’s a popsicle, swirling your tongue all around it, making him groan.

Slowly, he pushes his dick in inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat, and its laughable, because half of it still can’t be wrapped around your tiny mouth even though your jaw is doing gymnastics to accommodate half of him and he lets out a loud moan due to the insane pleasure it gives him. Since he won’t let you move yet, enjoying the feeling of cockwarming your mouth too much, you drag your tongue up and down, making him hiss.

Finally, he decides to fuck your throat, sliding your mouth up and down his dick as if your mouth is just a fleshlight for him to use, making your eyes roll back. He starts slow, as to ease you in; but is quick to fasten his pace to meet his needs. But you want to do more, so your hands reach up to play with his balls, and oh does it take him by surprise. All he can do while fucking your mouth is mumble sweet nothings, praising you, telling you how good you’re being letting him use you like this. And his words are working, because at this point your slick is running down your thighs and your cunt is in a desperate need of attention, as you grind it against the heel of your foot and when you look up to him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. His glasses lay low on his nose as his head is thrown back in pleasure and his hair is messy, sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; yet his hand is precise is controlling your mouth by your hair. His buff chest heaving desperate for air as his ears and cheek are a pretty shade of pink for you.

Suddenly he looks down to meet your eyes staring at him in lust, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything hotter as he sees you grind against your foot pathetically all whilst he fucks your warm mouth. He can feel the vibration of your mouth as you moan around him, and he thinks he’s in heaven. You look so dirty, spit dribbling down your chin, pupils dilated and red with desire, tears streaming down your cheeks because of how deep he’s hitting it right now. He is just so close, but no way he doesn’t cum in your pussy today, so he pulls you off his dick as you welp, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

“I’ll come in your mouth some other day baby, need to be in you right now.” He says responding to your cute pout as he pulls you up to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his thigh once again.

His hands travel to your back to undo your bra in an instant as it’s thrown somewhere on the bed behind him. Immediately his mouth is attached to your hardened nipple as you let out a loud moaning, feeling his warm tongue on your cold skin.

“I’m so fucking sick of you parading around in this stupid excuse of a skirt that barely covers your ass y/n.” He says as his hands travel down and under your skirt, making contact with your dripping lace, running his fingers up and down. He can feel your slick on his own thighs.

“Oh? You’re already soaked, baby. But I haven’t even touched you yet, wanna tell me what got you so wet?” he says as he mocks you, still not taking his attention off your breasts, sucking them and marking them up with hickeys all around and all you can do is moan as you dig your nails into his back overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so sensitive, so responsive. I love it baby, so easy for me. Need you to answer me- what’s got you dripping?” he says as he finds your clothed clit, pressing hard against it over the lace.

He’s being so mean right you. The remnants of tears on your cheeks have barely dried up before you can feel yourself getting teary eyed already.

“You! Want you so bad channie! Been wet for you since you walked in the door.” You cry out desperately.

Finally, he stops teasing your covered pussy and pulls it to the side, inserting two of fingers with no warning making you scream out loud. He’s quick to press his thumb to your clit, flicking it as he pumps his fingers into you, all whilst he’s sucking on your tits. His pace is monstrous from the start, and he shows no signs of stopping as he continues to drive them in you, opening you up preparing you to take his big dick. All you can do is drop your head on his shoulder helplessly, taking what he gives you.

“Ah! So good Chan, so- so- fuck! Right there! Need you!” you say as he repeatedly hits your g-spot all while rubbing your clit.

You’ve lost all track of time. You’ve been so close to cumming ever since you saw him walk through your front door that even the slightest touch could get you to your high, and here Chan was, touching you right where you needed, enlightening all your senses.

“I’m about- gonna- gonna cum dino! Please, let me, oh- please let me cum!” you cry out loud, begging him as he pulls out his fingers in an instant and just like that you’re crying again, dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

“What, don’t cry baby.” He says, voice dripping with fake sympathy, because inside him he knows your tears turn him on even more. His hand reaches the small of your back as he caresses it, attempting to calm you down. “Want you to cum on my cock princess. Think you can do that, yeah? You promised you’d be a good girl for me.”

“I was- I was just so close.” You say timidly between your sniffles.

“It’s okay princess, I’ll make you cum real good on my cock.” He whispers, kissing you tenderly for the first time in the evening, and it makes your heart full, reminding you that in spite of everything, this is the same dino that you see in class every day, polite and sweet and beautiful; but you’re brought back to the present as he pulls away from you, shattering your illusion.

“You wanted my attention so bad y/n, you started it. So, you’re gonna take what you wanted- gonna have to ride me.” He says with a shit eating grin that just makes you so mad right now, but eager to give him what he asks for you get off your lap and begin to take off your skirt.

“Did I ask you to take it off? Still not behaving baby. Keep the skirt on; after all you made such a show of wearing them, wanna fuck you in it. Take off your panties.”

Once the pink garment is off, you sit on his lap again, as he slaps his dick against your poor swollen cunt, running his tip against your entrance.

“You know what to do right? It isn’t your first rodeo after all.” He says as he smiles.

God, he is so cocky. If you didn’t desperately need him in you, you would not put up with it for a second. (you would probably put up with it anyway)

You take his dick in your hand as you hover over it, your pussy clenching over nothing, begging to be filled by him as you insert the tip in him; and that alone is such a stretch for you, your legs might give up then and there. But you are anything but determined. Stubborn. Firm on proving yourself. So, you accept the stretch, stabilising yourself by placing one hand on his wide shoulder while you bottom out completely, burying himself into you in one go making him throw his head back and groan in pleasure as his hands reach out to hold your waist, not letting you escape his grasp.

Slowly but surely, you begin by grinding your hips against them, building up the tension as you try to maintain a steady pace; but dino doesn’t look amused, so you begin to move up and down on him, burying your freshly done nails into his shoulders. His hand moves down as you bounce on him, giving your ass a quick slap before finding it going under your skirt and rubbing your clit, making you gasp out.

“Fuck, lift up your skirt baby.” He says, and you comply- lifting up your skirt with one hand, whilst he continues to toy with your clit and you bounce up and down his dick, showing him the mess you both are making; and he loves it.

You’re so eager to please him, prove yourself to him as you continue to alternate between grinding and moving up and down; but the pleasure is SO overwhelming with his hand on your nub and you don’t think you can last. On top of that, you’ve been working so hard to maintain a steady pace for him, that your thighs are about to give out. And he sees that- sees your movement becoming sloppy and messy, your thighs shaking and your grip tightening on his shoulder.

“Tired, baby?”

Why is he such a tease. And why is he being so mean to you when he knows you’re totally spent. You think you’re going to cry for the third time in the night.

“You know, all you have to do is admit it. And I’ll take over. You know you want me to. I can make you feel so good baby, hit all the right spots and you don’t have to lift a finger.” He whispers in your ear before slapping your ass again as he lifts his hips to meet yours in a sharp thrust, showing you how much better he can make you feel.

“I- I- tired. I’m tired channie! Thighs hurt. P- please!” you say between hiccups as he keeps thrusting into you from beneath.

That’s all he needs to hear, before he’s flipping you on your back without taking himself out of you, pressing a kiss to your lips as he begins to actually fuck you. His hands roam all over you as if he’s trying to memorise every curve and dip. He’s thrusting into you with such a force your tits bounce back and forth with every drive of his hips into you while he mumbles pretty words in your ears.

“Pussy so good baby, absolutely squeezing me. Can’t believe you were letting those stupid guys have this while I was right there. Could’ve made you feel this good all this time. Fuck! Always wanted to bend you over the desk whenever you wore those stupid skirts to class. You know, everyone could see you baby. See how much needy you were. You’re probably just too much a slut to care, no?”

His mouth reaches down to bite your nipple, where you’re already so sensitive that you can’t help but cry out. You look so dumb for his cock right now, your nails are absolutely obliterating his back as your legs wrap around him not letting him go, a chant of his name leaving your lips with each of his movement. All you can hear is the sound of his balls slapping against you and your screams. You’re pretty sure you’ll get complaints from your neighbour tomorrow but who cares; he’s just too good. His thrusts get deeper yet sloppier as you feel him reach between your sweaty bodies and rub your clit in an attempt to get you closer.

“Fuck! Gonna cum baby. Are you close?”

“Yes! Channie fuck, love- love your dick so much! So big, need- I’m almost there!”

And that’s all the motivation he needs before he picks up his pace again, angling himself to hit you exactly at the spot that makes you scream, and before you know it, you feel tears streaming down your face again because of the overstimulation.

“Chan! Gonna cum! Please, please- fuck right there, please wanna cum!”

“Where do you want me princess?”

“In! In me, wanna feel you in me, fill me up! Please, need it in me!” you babble.

And that is all it takes for you to let go. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a loud whine as your nails dig into him deeper, your back arching- the pleasure taking over you as you see stars in front of your eyes, screaming his name over and over again. It’s like you’re floating- because your body feels numb and completely spent. He feels you clenching so much around his cock as you cum, it’s like you’re milking him, before he’s filling you up full of him too, reaching his high, and he cannot stop. Even after you’re done, you’re still rhythmically squeezing him as he doesn’t stop coming in you. You feel him warm in you, and you honestly never want him to pull out, but unfortunately, he does- leaving you empty as his essence begins to spill out of you.

He gets between your legs, watching a mixture of your cum dripping out of you, admiring his work before he’s collecting it in his fingers, tracing your swollen sensitive centre as he comes up to you, and inserting his fingers in your mouth, while he kisses your tears. You can taste him and yourself on your tongue as you close your eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. The sight is so hot to him, his dick twitches against you once again before he’s pulling his fingers out and gently kissing you, as he leaves your bed to bring you a towel.

He lies besides you after he cleans you up as you turn you face each other.

“Sorry if I was too rough, got carried away a bit.” He says as you lay your head on his arm and run your hand through his hair.

“You were so good, I think I need to be a little bitchy again for you to put me in my place.” You say as you kiss him, smiling against his lips.

[woozisprincess]

SVT with a girlfriend with a really high libido

What is says ⬆️

Svt x Fem!Reader

Smut, masterbation, use of toys, overstim, edging

Seungcheol

He lives to please so he will do his damn best to keep you satisfied. But he is just a man. He's eaten you out, fucked you, and eaten you out again and you're still horny. But he couldn't deny, the way you were grinding against him so desperate to cum again, it was so fucking hot. But he was so fucking tired. Alas, Choi Seungcheol would rather die than leave you to fend for yourself, so the moment he felt himself hardening again, he was forcing you on hands and knees and sliding into your aching cunt. He'd fuck you until you passed out if that's what it took.

Jeonghan

No. Absolutely not. He can only give you a few orgasms before he's ready to tap out. Don't get it twisted, he loves fucking you. He just doesn't have that kind of stamina. He tells you this. You argue that he performs on stage for three hours straight. "I also share the stage with twelve other people. So unless you want me to call one of them to help you out." He rolled his eyes. "Is that an offer?" You huff. What was he going to do with you? That being said, Jeonghan isn't a quitter. So he bought a vibrator to use on you. You shouldn't have to do it alone.

Joshua

He was extremely caught off guard the first time it happened. The way you moved your hand to touch yourself after he had just pulled out of you. And it's not like you'd only cum once, he had fucked you thoroughly with his fingers before he gave you his cock. But you still wanted more. Needed more. He watched you, eyes wide and curious as your fingers slid in and out of you. Your free hand held onto him, keeping him close. You still moaned his name, letting him know that he's done this to you, that this was how much you needed him. Now Joshua knows exactly what you need, pushing past his exhaustion to please you. But when you begin to pleasure yourself, pushing your fingers into your freshly fucked hole, maybe grinding against him or a pillow for stimulation, it's like he was never tired in the first place.

Junhui

As a dancer, his stamina was insane. If you needed more from him, he could give you more. Jun realized that the key to satisfying you was to fuck all your orgasms out before letting himself go. Was he basically edging himself? Yes. But he liked it. Gave him a rush. By the time he cums, he's fucked you up, down, left and right. And if you've got another in you, he sits you on his face and gets to work. "Junnie." You'd shake his arm while he's still catching his breath. He's already pulling you on top of him, mumbling half hearted complaints about how needy you are. He was always happy to help his baby.

Soonyoung

His stamina is higher than your libido. Like a lot higher. And his drive is just as high. You asked him for more, and each time he delivered. Then he's taunting you because you're finally tired. Poking at you and making fun of how needy you are. "Are you sure you're done, baby?" He'd kiss down your body, his lips hovering near your overstimulated heat. He liked the way you whined and whimpered. If you'd let him, he'd lick at you, seeing how far he could push you before it got too much. You enjoyed the sting, the way it hurt so good. Soonyoung would manage to pull another orgasm out of you rather quickly, pushing you to the brink. He always pushed your limits, and you loved every second of it. But don't even think about walking for the next 24 hours.

Wonwoo

He didn't know someone could be this horny. God forbid you're ovulating, you were like a cat in heat. Wonwoo has tried everything to get his stamina to match your drive but damn, you could fuck. But then he found a solution. He just had to edge you like crazy. Every time he saw the signs that you were close, he'd stop what he was doing, kissing your hot skin for a moment before starting again. When he finally gave you his cock is when he'd let you cum. You were too tired to even think about another orgasm. Hole too raw, clit too swole, entirely too fucked out over all.

Jihoon

Jihoon will forever be the type to just let you do anything to him. So if you've just pulled off his dick after fucking cowgirl, and you start grinding on his thigh, he'll help you out. Holding your hips tight as he pressed you against him. Something about how you desperately rutted against him, chasing another release. You were so hot. You could use his body however you wanted. Treat him like a sex toy. Tell him that he can't cum until you've had your fill. Whatever you wanted, he was happy to provide.

Dokyeom

His stamina is good, even better drive. He'll diligently fuck every single orgasm out of you like a good boy. And he fucking loved when you called him your good boy. If he ever got tired, all it took was a few encouraging words from your lips and he was back on 10. He'll lick your hole clean, fuck you stupid, grind his already hardening length against you, and fuck you again. Whatever you needed, whatever you wanted, he'd do it for you no questions asked.

Mingyu

He's making you cum on his tongue at least twice before he's giving you any dick. He was gonna satisfy you completely, eating you out like a starved man before sliding into you. And damn does he love to eat. You'll be sat on his face half moaning in pleasure, half whining bc you want dick, but he just hasn't had his fill yet. Safe to say that by the time he was ready to actually fuck you you were already overstimulated. You'd cum quickly, leaving Mingyu to use your body so he could get off. It was so fucking good.

Minghao

He thought you were like a bunny. That's how much you wanted to fuck. But he believed self pleasure existed for a reason, so surely you could utilize it. Of course he'd still be participating, he's not fucking crazy. Sex is physical, emotional, and spiritual, partners should always experience it together to some extent. So he'd hold you close while you pleasured yourself with practiced ease, taking note of your movements and reactions. He was also quite fond of pushing your limits, he didn't have the most stamina but his drive was good. If he played his cards right, he could end the night with both of you completely satisfied.

Seungkwan

He doesn't even know what to do with you. So horny, all the fucking time. Seungkwan had stamina but his drive was not built like that. He was also very busy. He felt bad having to cut you off, but he was just a man... A man with fingers. Strong, athletic fingers. He thinks that he's managed to train you in a way. He's gotten you to calm down after the first orgasm or two, but of course you're coming back for more later. If you wait till his next break like a good girl, he'll give you his fingers. This pattern continues until you are satisfied, and Seungkwan is full of pride knowing that he's made a plan that gets you there.

Vernon

Vernon didn't know you thought he was sexy enough to need to fuck him four times in a row. Like yeah he's hot, but that hot? Apparently. But he got tired quick, so he'd push you in the shower and try again later. He just needed time to breathe. It was basically a routine. Two orgasms in the morning, two at night. You also liked this routine because it meant you were less sore. Also meant you had something to look forward too. But sometimes the anticipation is too much and you jump his bones halfway through the day. "Babe!?" Vernon yelped as you shoved him into an unoccupied computer room in the hybe building. "I need it, Non." You locked the door behind you, then pushed him against it. Vernon already forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Especially when you looked at him with those big needy eyes. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath.

Chan

Has equal stamina and drive. You don't have to worry about him getting tired, or not wanting to fuck anymore. He was all about it, all the time. You suddenly get an urge while watching a movie? He's already pulling you into his lap. Need to get bent over the kitchen counter asap? Just say the word and he's there. You start ovulating and need dick constantly? You'd think he was ovulating too the way he's constantly on top of you. Even if you're waking up in the middle of the night from a dream that had you drenched, he'll wake up and eat you out like the day just started.

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An: I just... You know- I... You can tell who I was losing my mind about when I wrote this 💀

[rmview]

when you’re much younger, SVT.

featuring — seventeen members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — headcanons of what the seventeen boys are like when they have a crush on a much younger girl!

contents — fluff, everyone is legal, no warnings.

ming ⥋ yu

⟶ he acts like he’s the older one for all of five seconds before realizing you’re emotionally ten steps ahead. ⟶ he tries to impress you by being responsible, but eventually ends up tripping over his own shoelaces in the process. ⟶ he finds your calmness comforting; a trait uncommon for someone as young as you. ⟶ lowkey overthinks the age gap at first, and is worried he’ll come off childish, so he holds back his flirtiness. ⟶ he ends up melting when you reassure him with a mature, quiet confidence that you like him just as he is. ⟶ he constantly finds himself going to you for advice even though he’s supposed to be the “older and wiser” one. ⟶ he blushes easily when you compliment him, and then plays it off with a nervous laugh or lame joke. ⟶ he starts taking things more seriously, becoming more thoughtful with his words and actions around you. ⟶ he introduces you slowly to the members, cautiously gauging their reactions because he knows it’s a delicate situation. ⟶ but then he realizes he doesn’t care what anyone says when he sees how genuinely you handle him — heart first.

won ⥋ woo

⟶ he notices your emotional intelligence first: how you handle difficult people with grace, how you listen. ⟶ he secretly admires your maturity from afar for a while, thinking it's probably not right to act on it. ⟶ he fights his feelings at first, telling himself it’s just admiration, and not something deeper. ⟶ he ends up falling harder when you challenge him intellectually and emotionally. ⟶ he isn’t vocal about his internal battle, but it shows in the little hesitations before he speaks to you. ⟶ he eventually opens up in a quiet moment, confesses he’s scared of how serious you make him feel. ⟶ he loves how you never treat him like an idol or older guy. you treat him like a person, and that matters. ⟶ he becomes very protective in subtle ways: offering to walk you home, checking up on you without being overbearing. ⟶ he respects your boundaries more than anything, even if it means holding himself back. ⟶ if you show you’re comfortable, he’s all in — deeply loyal, quietly devoted, and absolutely yours.

ho ⥋ shi

⟶ he’s confused at first because you’re so mature and grounded, and it completely throws him off. ⟶ he jokes about the age gap as a defense mechanism — “am i even allowed to flirt with you?” ⟶ he lowkey tests the waters by being playful but watches closely how you react. ⟶ he’s surprised and impressed when you don’t play along with his teasing and instead meet him with calm clarity. ⟶ he gradually becomes more serious with you, and it's new territory for him, but he likes the change. ⟶ he tells the members about you with a weird mix of pride and nerves, like he knows he’ll be teased. ⟶ he loves how you balance him out, how you don’t feed into his impulsivity, how you center him. ⟶ he starts acting more “grown-up” in front of you, ditching the excessive jokes for genuine conversations. ⟶ he flusters easily when you compliment his efforts to mature since your approval matters a lot. ⟶ he realizes age doesn’t define depth when you make him feel truly seen and safe.

ver ⥋ non

⟶ he has a surprisingly pragmatic reaction. age matters, sure, but connection matters more. ⟶ he’s drawn to how unbothered and steady you are and how safe it feels in a way he didn’t expect. ⟶ he doesn’t care what people think as long as you’re honest with each other about intentions and comfort. ⟶ he starts falling through long, quiet conversations where you both just... get each other. ⟶ he admires how you never try too hard, and how your maturity is natural, never performative. ⟶ he gets protective when others question the age gap, but responds with calm, sharp logic instead of anger. ⟶ he doesn’t really do grand gestures — just consistent, lowkey care that never wavers. ⟶ he checks in with you a lot emotionally, making sure you feel respected and in control. ⟶ he shares music and poems with you. it's his way of expressing feelings he doesn’t verbalize easily. ⟶ he thinks it's cool how you challenge him emotionally and mentally without ever making him feel small.

s. ⥋ coups

⟶ he immediately notices your maturity and quietly respects it. ⟶ he questions himself hard though. the leader in him wants to be “appropriate” and responsible. ⟶ he doesn’t make a move until he’s absolutely sure it’s mutual and you’ve both thought it through. ⟶ but once he’s in, he’s in — gentle, fiercely protective, and constantly putting your comfort first. ⟶ he has deep, serious conversations with you about the future, your goals, and how the gap might affect things. ⟶ he finds himself wanting to take better care of himself because you inspire him to be better. ⟶ he loves how level-headed you are in moments where he feels overwhelmed. ⟶ he introduces you to his closest members early on. he wants this to be real, not a secret. ⟶ he reassures you constantly that your maturity is what he fell for — not your age. ⟶ he commits wholeheartedly, and makes it clear he’s not just in this for a phase. he sees you as his equal.

di ⥋ no

⟶ he feels incredibly self-conscious at first; you’re younger but more emotionally composed, and it throws him off. ⟶ he is used to being the “young one,” so falling for someone younger and more mature twists his world a little. ⟶ he overcompensates by trying to act more grown up, but you always see right through it and smile knowingly. ⟶ he falls harder the more you treat him seriously — like a man, not the “maknae.” ⟶ your thoughtful communication style makes him want to slow down and listen more. he's always learning with you. ⟶ he shares his dreams with you because you listen without judgment, and that means everything to him. ⟶ he tries to impress you subtly: better outfits, more composed speech, offering his support in small ways. ⟶ when you reassure him that you don’t care about status or age and just like him, his heart fully gives in. ⟶ he brings you into his world slowly, letting you see his most serious sides that not everyone gets to witness. ⟶ he vows to grow alongside you. not to catch up, but to become someone worthy of your quiet strength.

jeong ⥋ han

⟶ he acts like the age gap doesn’t bother him, but deep down he’s gauging you constantly. ⟶ he teases you playfully at first — “aren’t you a little young to be this smart?” but it's laced with admiration. ⟶ he loves watching how you handle difficult situations: calm, thoughtful, graceful. it mesmerizes him. ⟶ he keeps the flirtation light, but watches closely for signs of real interest from you before going further. ⟶ he’s lowkey testing you with banter and challenges, trying to see how deep your maturity runs. ⟶ once he realizes your emotional depth isn’t just a fluke, he’s hooked — this isn’t just a crush anymore. ⟶ he lets his guard down more than usual, especially during late-night conversations where you talk about fears and futures. ⟶ when others comment on the age gap, he only smirks and says “yeah, and they’re still more grounded than me.” ⟶ he admires how you call him out gently. never disrespectful, just honest; and he listens. ⟶ he becomes incredibly soft around you, always wanting to protect that rare mix of youth and wisdom you carry.

jo ⥋ shua

⟶ he’s quietly intrigued by how mature you are; your words, your presence, your grounded aura. ⟶ he notices the age gap but doesn’t dwell on it — what matters more is how peaceful he feels around you. ⟶ he asks subtle questions to understand your values, always impressed by your sincerity and thoughtfulness. ⟶ he finds it refreshing that you don’t get overwhelmed by his calm demeanor — you mirror it. ⟶ he shares music with you that aligns with your energy; soft, soulful, a little nostalgic. ⟶ he’s a traditional romantic, so he’s cautious and respectful, wanting to ensure you’re always comfortable. ⟶ he talks about the age gap early on, openly and gently, because he values transparency. ⟶ he’s drawn to your emotional intelligence. how you understand situations without needing long explanations. ⟶ he appreciates how you’re supportive without being dependent, how you give him space but still care deeply. ⟶ he falls in love slowly but completely, convinced that your connection goes far beyond numbers.

dk ⥋

⟶ he’s amazed by how calm and mature you are — he says it out loud all the time without even realizing it. ⟶ he gets shy about liking someone younger who seems more composed than him, but he finds it oddly comforting too. ⟶ he tries to act more mature at first, but you always catch him slipping into his natural bubbly self. ⟶ you never make fun of his energetic personality. instead, you ground it gently, which makes him trust you more. ⟶ he’s extra careful with how he speaks to you, always wanting to be respectful and kind. ⟶ he finds himself leaning on you in ways he never expected. ⟶ he constantly reminds himself not to let the age gap dictate what he feels, because you make him feel so much. ⟶ he gets flustered when you compliment his deeper qualities, like his loyalty, patience, or awareness. ⟶ he sings to you without even realizing it. love slips out of him naturally when he’s around you. ⟶ he one day blurts out that he likes you and then panics — but when you handle it with warmth and maturity, he knows you're the one.

the8 ⥋

⟶ he notices your inner strength right away. the way you speak with intention, how you don’t seek validation. ⟶ he’s intrigued, then enchanted, then completely taken by how emotionally evolved you are for your age. ⟶ he doesn’t say much at first, observing you from afar, trying to decide if what he feels is genuine. ⟶ but once he realizes it is, he’s direct “you’re younger, but you don’t feel like it.” ⟶ he respects your boundaries and never rushes anything, always moving at your pace. ⟶ he loves how you don’t just go along with him, you challenge him gently, and he thrives on that growth. ⟶ he starts opening up about his philosophies, beliefs, and artistic views. ⟶ he doesn’t care what people say about the age difference; to him, connection transcends convention. ⟶ he supports your dreams like a silent pillar: not loud, but constant. ⟶ he values your presence deeply. your maturity, your balance, your soul — and he loves you with rare, steady conviction.

jun ⥋ hui

⟶ he notices your calmness and inner peace first. it reminds him of his own energy, just in a more composed form. ⟶ he becomes curious about how someone younger could carry so much depth, so effortlessly. ⟶ he’s very gentle in the way he approaches you, as if sensing you’ve had to grow up quickly. ⟶ he starts opening up artistically around you; sharing his short stories, dance thoughts, even random dreams. ⟶ he asks deep questions during casual moments, like “what do you think love means?” ⟶ he’s quietly romantic. he brings you tea when you’re tired, reads your emotions without you needing to say much. ⟶ he respects the age difference but never makes it awkward. he simply treats you how you deserve to be treated. ⟶ he doesn’t need to impress you; your presence makes him want to slow down and savor the quiet moments. ⟶ he defends your maturity when others raise eyebrows “they think more deeply than half the adults i know.” ⟶ he doesn’t confess right away. he waits, letting love grow slowly and sincerely until the words feel undeniable.

woo ⥋ zi

⟶ he’s suspicious of his own feelings at first. “i must be imagining it, there’s no way this is real.” ⟶ he tries to avoid it, but your maturity makes it harder every day; especially the way you understand him without pressing. ⟶ he treats you like a friend first. someone he respects, someone he feels safe brainstorming music with. ⟶ he gets quiet when you say something wise. not because he’s annoyed, but because he’s genuinely impressed. ⟶ he watches how you deal with tough emotions without spiraling, and it earns his full respect. ⟶ he starts trusting you with parts of his creative process no one else sees — lyrics, drafts, insecurities. ⟶ he sometimes forgets you’re younger. your emotional intelligence feels like someone who’s seen entire lifetimes. ⟶ he’s fiercely private about his feelings, but slips up when he starts treating you like someone irreplaceable. ⟶ he isn’t the type to confess dramatically. instead, you’ll notice he’s always around when you need him, always paying attention. ⟶ when he does admit his feelings, it’s quiet and sincere: “i don’t care how old you are. i care about how you see me.”

seung ⥋ kwan

⟶ he’s stressed the moment he realizes he likes you. “no, no, no, they’re younger, i shouldn’t —” ⟶ but then you handle a tough situation with more grace than most adults and he’s just staring. ⟶ he tries to joke it off for a while; lots of teasing and playful remarks to mask the deeper affection. ⟶ he eventually stops joking when he sees how seriously you listen to him when he’s vulnerable. ⟶ he becomes incredibly protective, not because you need it, but because he needs to keep you safe. ⟶ he talks to the members about it and they all agree: “you like them because they treat you like a real person.” ⟶ he’s drawn to your emotional consistency and how you never invalidate his feelings, even when he’s dramatic. ⟶ you ground him in a way nobody else has. ⟶ he gets very serious when he finally talks about the age gap. “i know what people will say… but i know what i feel.” ⟶ and once he’s sure your feelings are mutual, he’s all in — loyal, honest, and fiercely proud to love someone like you.

notes: imma tell you guys something, every time i have to write an svt reaction, i always end up going on a hiatus 😭😭😭 i love my boys but writing for 13 people oooh 😭😭😭 i hope you guys enjoyed anyway :,) remember to leave a like since your interaction keeps me going <3

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you hiding an injury from them !

pairings: ot13 x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k (lowkey estimated bc word counter isn’t working)

cw: injuries (sprained wrist/ankle, concussions, etc.), blood mentioned but not descriptive (woozi) way too much backstory bc i'm a d1 yapper

a/n: for the record i've never sustained a major injury (thankfully!) besides when i dislocated my shoulder when i was 4 years old so this may not be accurate. SO sorry that this took so long i had a brain fart or smth 😔

scoups - you really didn't think he'd notice immediately, but he does. you accidentally rolled your ankle trying to catch the subway. it wasn't too bad; the doctor said you'd minorly sprained your ankle, but all it needed was a couple weeks in a splint.

so deciding it wasn't that big of a deal (and lowkey a win since you got to skip work), you didn't think of telling seungcheol because one, you didn't feel like listening to him scold you for staying up too late the night before, and two, he'd just gotten off tour. he didn't need to spend the next couple of weeks babying you over an injury that didn't even require surgery. in some attempt to hide it, you put on some sweatpants and slippers and call it a day.

but when he returns home from a day out and catches you instantly put down your leg from where you'd been elevating it on a footstool, he immediately grows suspicious of something. "why were you doing that just now?"

"eh? i think you're being paranoid- oh, um..." you try to play it off, but then he comes closer and inspects your body for a bit before pulling up your pant leg to reveal the splint surrounding your ankle despite your protests.

his eyes widen and he looks up at you from where he's kneeling. "you got hurt? when? why didn't you call me?" he asks rapidly. you sigh, listening to him scold you even more than what he would have if you'd told him earlier, finally promising him to never hide anything from him again.

jeonghan - basically, you slipped in the shower and gave yourself a concussion while jeonghan was at practice. out of pure embarrassment, you didn't tell jeonghan because let's be real, it sounded a little stupid and someone like him would never let you live it down.

and honestly, you thought you'd exceeded. jeonghan had come home and didn't mention anything to you, just complaining about how he hates all his choreography (he says this everytime he has to learn new choreo...). that was until you went to bed.

all is well, but then those massive headaches roll in one by one and now you're stuck with an unbearable migraine. trying not to disturb your boyfriend, you uncurl yourself from him and barely make your way to the kitchen.

the headache only gets worse as you fumble with the advil bottle while cursing your concussion aloud when suddenly a hand takes it and opens it. "here," you turn around, only to find jeonghan offering the bottle with a confused, sleepy look.

"and what were you muttering around? a concussion or something?" you gulp, taking the advil as you try to come up with an excuse. he takes your (literally three second) hesitation as an answer, "wait- you actually got a concussion?" avoiding the question, you attempt to usher him back to bed, but now he's somehow gained consciousness and doesn't back down. "y/n, what happened? and why didn't you tell me?" and when you finally tell him, he's... disappointed?

"baby, you really didn't tell me you got a concussion because you thought i'd make fun of you?" he sighs, shaking his head before putting his hands on your shoulder, "i'm your lover before a jokester or best friend, okay? i care about you more than anything. don't hide things like this from me."

joshua - in this situation, you would say "snitches get stitches" but the only one who actually got stitches was you.

you got a pretty bad arm wound while bike riding with your friend. it hurt and the only thing you really remembered was crying from the pain. anyways, joshua had just gotten off tour, and you'd feel bad for making him worry, so you made your friend promise to not mention it to him.

but the only warning you get when you return home from the hospital is a text from that same friend saying, "sorry y/n...." before you open the door and are greeted by a very worried joshua.

"y/n! i heard about your arm, are you okay?" you try to brush him off, but he doesn't let you. "hey, your friend also said you were going to try to hide it from me. why's that?"

"it's really not a big deal shua-"

"don't lie to me, she said you were crying, babe. why are you trying so hard to keep this from me?"

you don't know what to say and joshua just embraces you, "here, i'll take care of you okay?" and you let him, because it's joshua.

jun - ugh, he's so oblivious yet somehow annoyingly observant that he finds out without trying.

someone ran over your toe with a shopping cart during your grocery trip. it truly didn't hurt that much in the moment, but the hours after that? oh boy were they torturing.

it still didn't seem like enough to tell jun about, so you simply went about your day suffering in silence.

during dinner, however, he asks you through scoops of chinese steamed egg, "did you hurt your foot while shopping?"

taken aback by the accuracy of his question, you literally drop your spoon and he's just like, "what?? you just seem to be lighter on your feet today, that's all."

he takes the whole situation pretty lightly (oblivious i tell you) that he doesn't even believe you when you try to tell him the truth 😭 "okay, okay, you're just trying to make me seem smart now." so then you take off your sock at the dinner table and lift your bruised foot to show him and he looks at you like this: (°ロ°)

hoshi - unlike jun, he does NOT take it lightly. he's almost offended.

yes, you shouldn't be trying to walk around too much with a bad ankle, but you can't help it okay? sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, like walk hoshi's dog, latte, while he works on his album.

he's been really busy, okay? you never told him about how you tripped around a week ago, so you'd just been living as if it never happened. honestly it's no surprise that you kind of automatically accepted his sister's request without thinking of your ankle (that was praying you'd stop putting pressure on it).

but then you make the grave mistake of posting your walk on instagram with just a sliver of the bandage wrapping up your ankle. he literally hearts the story, removes it, and replies with an angry face.

he calls you, "y/n! what are you doing walking around with an obviously injured leg? and why am i finding out through your instagram story?"

you're not sure what to say, but he talks for you, "i'm leaving practice right now so i can take care of both my babies, don't move. you'll make your ankle worse, babe."

"right, because you'd know-" and he hangs up on you,

wonwoo - silently observant...

you were surprised that you'd been able to go this long with a cast around your wrist, only using hoodies to conceal it, but turns out wonwoo's like those shop employees who wait for people to steal $1000 worth of stuff before dropping that lawsuit on them.

one day, you're both just sitting on the couch when he grabs ahold of your wrist. he literally waits for you to be distracted, doomscrolling on social media, to do it.

but then you feel him roll up your sleeve, and now you're doomed.

"what's this, y/n?" he asks firmly, holding your arm tight enough to where you can't move, but somehow gently as to prevent any discomfort (how cute of him).

"you really didn't think i would notice it? you wearing hoodies when it's 70 degrees, eating with your nondominant hand, taking forever to shower because you have to wash your hair with one arm, why didn't you just let me take care of you?"

you sort of shrink back in shame; wonwoo read you and you were stunned. he simply takes you into his arms, murmuring, "i'm not mad, i just want you to know that you don't have to struggle like that when i'm here. i'll notice either way."

woozi - ouch. you accidentally cut yourself while cleaning up the remnants of a glass cup you dropped. the cut was deep, but somehow still in a sleepy daze, you cleaned it to the best of your ability, slapped some gauze on it, and went back to bed.

whenever jihoon comes home, he follows his normal 2 am schedule, but then notices the blood-stained towel in the hamper. he rushes to your room, only to find you sound asleep.

still, he shakes you awake, "y/n, why's there a towel with blood all over it in the laundry room?" you kind of look at him, confused, before simply lifting your arm to reveal the amateur work you did you bandage it.

at first, he sighs in relief, but then you see his brows furrow. "when did this happen? seems kinda serious..." he inspects it closely as you mumble, "i dunno, couple hours ago? i dropped something."

"what? why didn't you call me? i could've come home earlier to take care of it." he says, feeling guilty about not being there.

"it's really nothing, you've been really busy anyway. this isn't something you should worry about-" but he shushs you. "i'm never too busy to help you, y/n. i don't want you thinking like that."

dk - like hoshi, he doesn't take it lightly. you took a heavy fall while rushing to work a couple days ago. it wasn't a big deal until your arm started to bruise pretty badly.

you knew seokmin would freak out at it, so you planned on wearing long sleeve shirts to cover it up, and it'd been working pretty well.

but unfortunately for you, this had to be the time where you forgot to bring a shirt with you to shower, accidentally bringing two pairs of pants instead.

you tried to dash in and out of your room as fast as possible, but seokmin was plopped on your bed, getting a clear view of your arm (you had a towel wrapped around you okay?).

his jaw drops, you grab a shirt, water is dripping everywhere, and you yell “i’ll explain later!” as you run back to the bathroom.

when you come back, his jaw is still in the same position. “seok, it’s really not that bad.” you assure him, but he barely pays attention, just reaching for your arm. “it looks bad though…” he mumbles, poking at the bruise like a little kid, “that didn’t hurt, right?”

ugh, he’s so cute.

mingyu - you somehow manage to slice your hand open while cooking dinner for whenever mingyu comes home.

do you tell him? absolutely not. you definitely do not need him locking you out of the kitchen after you try to cook one time.

you really don’t have time to go to the hospital (which you definitely should’ve done??) so you opt to put some pressure on it with a towel until it stops bleeding, and because you have terrible timing, mingyu enters the apartment.

at first he says “smells pretty good! what are you-“ he strides into the kitchen to see the food you were unable to plate at the dining table (that actually looks pretty good), your distressed face, and then your hand.

“at least i got here on time,” he says, taking your hand and looking at it closely. “don’t worry, i was like trained for this stuff.” he smiles, heading toward what you used to think was an overstuffed medical cabinet.

“you didn’t even call me. were you planning to take care of this yourself?” he asks, wrapping your hand with precision. “i’m here for a reason, you know? you just gotta let me help you, baby.”

the8 - you had a feeling minghao would notice immediately, but there was a very slim chance he’d miss it this time. he’d just got done filming for his survival show, and you knew he’d be tired when he got home.

you’re a pretty clumsy person, and you always felt bad for making a usually calm minghao worried. so, when you tripped and got a concussion the day before, you didn’t tell him.

it was going fine, painkillers acting as your savior, but then you ran out of them. groaning, you decide to wait for minghao to leave the house to go buy more, but he doesn’t?

it’s like his subconscious knew your plan, and eventually you just can’t take it anymore, calling your friend and asking her to drop some off.

then you go to take a nap on the couch as an attempt to sleep off the headache you have, unaware that your friend’s at the door.

minghao gently shakes you awake, bottle of advil in his hand and a concerned look on his face. “i knew something was up with you. you should’ve just told me, y/n.” he says, explaining how your friend gave him a weird face when he asked about the medication and then dropping how you got a concussion like it was obvious.

“we shouldn’t hide things like this, okay? it’s not good for you.”

seungkwan - let’s just say, you may not be cut out for volleyball.

you were just goofing off with your friends, playing volleyball, when you dislocated your shoulder. seungkwan was hosting a variety show, and you didn’t feel like bothering him, so you didn’t mention it, not even when he video called you during his lunch break.

it wasn’t that bad of an injury, the doctor popped it back into its socket and you were sent home with some medication.

a week passes with no problem, but then seungkwan offers to play some badminton (like the LAST sport you should be trying to play during recovery), and thinking it wouldn’t be too bad, you accept.

it’s only till you’re actually swinging the racket that you realize that your shoulder has definitely not healed, let alone healed enough to really be playing a sport. you suddenly pause, “wait- just give me a minute.” he runs over from his side of the court. “hey, what’s going on? you look like you’re in pain.”

trying to get out the fact it’s because you got a dislocated shoulder, you ramble “it’s fine, just a dislocatedshoulderigotaweekagowithouttellingyou 😄”

and he’s like “WHAT? are you crazy?? why are you trying to play on it?” and proceeds to grab that same arm and drag you out of the court. he definitely scolds you for the rest of the day…

vernon - normally he’s chill, but right now he’s lowkey tweaking out.

while he was visiting his sister for her birthday, you broke your leg. you didn’t tell vernon because you wanted him to have a good time with his sister (how nice of you 😊), but when he comes home, he doesn’t think of it as such.

you’re laying on the couch, watching a show, whenever he enters the apartment. there’s a blanket over you, so he doesn’t notice the leg immediately.

“finally, this jet lag has got me *yawn* out of it.” he says, lifting the blanket just enough so he can slide in next to you.

he still doesn’t notice until his leg touches your boot, yelping in surprise. “why are you wearing shoes on the couch?” and then making another surprised noise when you reveal its a medical boot.

“did this happen when i was gone? you should’ve told me…” he gently scolds you, mainly because you made him so surprised, and then just lays back with you on the couch like nothing happened.

dino - you really wanted to tell him, but he just looked so happy in singapore and you really didn’t feel like ruining his time there.

on the way to class, you fractured your wrist while trying to catch yourself. since then, you’ve been struggling trying to do basically anything: changing clothes, showering, cooking, the list goes on.

but you didn’t tell him, just choosing to get through it until he comes home.

“y/n~ i’m home!” he calls out, walking in with his luggage. you’re in the shower, arm sticking out as far as it can away from the water, trash bag wrapped around that arm, and ultimately, just in a bad position.

“um, in here! can you help me?” you holler. you feel bad for making him help you as soon as he got home, but you’re going through hell and back trying to shampoo your hair.

he walks into the bathroom, “you sure you want me in here?” and all he sees is a fogged up shower with a trash bagged arm sticking out of it. surprisingly, he immediately understands what happened.

“babe, you should’ve told me earlier.” he says, helping you wash your hair properly. “i don’t like to think that you’ve been struggling like this without me there.” he frowns, kissing you on the forehead.