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Doing a museum themed stamp rally for WHA at Denver Fanexpo! Here's my prize piece, based on Monet's "Bridge over a pond of water lilies" :D I think it turned out rather nice <3
Jihoon and Hyunwook 💫 via Choi Hyunwook's Instagram story 30.03.2026
Uhm well, about that...
I had forgotten everything you taught me. That it's great to have friends. That it's great to laugh. What you did for me, I'll try to do for others.
Interviewer: When I watched Yeon Sieun in Weak Hero Class 2, I felt like Suho was still stuck in his heart and Beomseok was stuck in his head. But I wonder if it feels a bit nostalgic to see these familiar faces again in the drama or outside of it?
PARK JIHOON and CHOI HYUNWOOK at Netflix's Homecoming GV
Mine.
Character: Yeon Si-eun x Reader Setting: High school AU (canon-adjacent) Tone: Dark, jealous, possessive, rough smut Length: ~500 words
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The hallway noise blurred around Si-eun as he stood at the edge of the corridor, eyes locked on Y/N.
She was laughing. Smiling in that soft, unaware way she always did. But it wasn’t him she was smiling at.
Some guy — tall, too confident, standing a little too close — leaned into her space. Said something that made her glance down, hiding a grin behind her hand. The guy chuckled. Tapped her notebook. Said something else that made her tilt her head and laugh again.
Si-eun didn’t move.
His expression didn’t shift. But something dark crawled under his skin, tight and coiled, like a fuse was lit deep in his stomach and no one could see the smoke.
He waited.
Didn’t say a word when she passed him later between classes, offering a small wave.
Didn’t say a word when the guy — that guy — brushed past him in the stairwell.
Didn’t say a word when final period ended, and he was already moving, fast and quiet, to the third floor. The one that always emptied early.
He knew she had forgotten something in the classroom. She always did.
And when he heard the light click of the door, the way she pushed it open and stepped inside alone — he followed.
Soft footsteps. Door sliding closed behind him.
Click.
Locked.
Y/N spun halfway, startled. “Si-eun?”
He didn’t answer.
Didn’t even blink.
She barely got a second to breathe before her back hit the door, a palm splayed beside her head. Si-eun’s body pressed into hers — not fully, not yet — but close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. His breath was sharp. Controlled. Barely.
“Wh—what are you—?”
“You’re mine.” His voice was low. Rough. The words scraped the air like they’d been locked in his throat all day. “You know that, right?”
Y/N blinked. “Wha—?”
His mouth crashed against hers — no warning, no hesitation — and her gasp was swallowed whole. His kiss was rough. Desperate. Tongue pushing in like he needed to replace the taste of anyone who’d ever dared get close.
“You smiled at him.” His mouth moved down to her jaw, then lower, biting at her throat. “Laughed. Touched him.”
“I—he was just—”
Si-eun grabbed her wrist. Lifted it above her head, pinning it hard to the door. “Don’t lie to me.”
His free hand slid under her skirt. Rough fingertips pushing between her thighs, over her underwear, already damp from the heat of him. “You’re wet.”
She whimpered. “Si-eun—”
His grip on her tightened. “You smiled at him like this?”
“No—” she gasped, “I didn’t—”
“You’re mine,” he growled again, voice low and wrecked, like he couldn’t say it enough.
He pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers in, no preamble. Just filthy, possessive urgency. His forehead dropped to hers as he fingered her hard — fast and unforgiving — like he was trying to erase someone else’s gaze from her skin.
“Say it,” he breathed. “Say who you belong to.”
Y/N moaned, body arching, wrist straining under his grip. “You—Si-eun—I’m yours—”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!”
He bit her shoulder, dragging his teeth over her skin as she cried out. Her body shook, torn between fear and the need he always ripped from her so easily.
He undid his belt one-handed. Pulled himself out, hard and flushed, tip already leaking from how long he’d been clenching his jaw all day, watching her from a distance, fury simmering under the surface.
“Turn around.”
She blinked, dazed.
“Now, Y/N. Hands on the door.”
She obeyed, trembling.
Skirt flipped up. Panties pulled down just enough. She barely had time to breathe before he shoved in, burying himself deep with a choked curse against her shoulder.
“So fucking tight,” he hissed.
He didn’t ease into it. Didn’t give her the gentle rhythm he usually did.
He took.
Thrust after brutal thrust, like he was trying to ruin her. Mark her from the inside. His fingers gripped her hips so tight she knew she’d bruise. And she didn’t care.
Because it was him.
Yeon Si-eun, who never said much. Who never acted out. Who always watched from a distance. Cold. Calm. Calculated.
But now—
Now he was falling apart behind her. Fucking her like something inside him had snapped.
“Tell me,” he groaned. “Tell me you don’t want anyone else.”
“I don’t—I swear—”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Si-eun. Only yours—”
He slammed deeper, burying himself to the hilt, grinding in as her body clenched and her moans spilled raw and broken from her throat. Her legs were shaking. Nails digging into the wood of the door.
“I saw him looking at you,” he said, breath shuddering. “I wanted to break his fucking fingers.”
“Don’t—” she panted, “don’t think about him, please—”
“I’m not,” he growled, thrusting again, harder, rougher. “I’m thinking about how you feel around me. How you moan for me. How no one else gets to see this.”
He reached down, rubbing her clit in tight, punishing circles, dragging her closer and closer to the edge. She was falling apart, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls, the sharp, guttural noise of his breathing loud in her ears.
She cried out when she came, gasping his name, body pulsing around him so tightly he groaned deep, like he was in pain.
And then he pulled out. Grabbed her hips again. Slammed back in even rougher.
He wasn’t done.
Not even close.
He wasn’t going to stop until the only name she could remember was his.
Until no one else even existed.
WEAK HERO CLASS 2 약한영웅 클래스 2 (2025)
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actor park jihoon dating headcanons pls!! there are no smut or fics for the actor himself 💔
Park jihoon dating headcannons
- Jihoon is a sweet and romantic person, always paying attention to your needs and making sure that he is doing everything he can to make you happy
- He will often surprise you with gifts or taking you on dates that he has planned out himself
- He will be physically affectionate, always wanting to hold your hand or give you a hugs
-Jihoon will make you feel loved and appreciated, always making sure that you know how much he cares about you
- Jihoon is the clingy type, he always wants attention and your touch, and if you don’t really give him attention he tends to get a little bit bratty
- Jihoon is also not afraid to show his affection in public, and will be comfortable with holding your hand or giving you a hug
- Jihoon lovesss to show you off on camera, he likes to let his fans know you two or dating, giving you kisses infront of the cameras
SLIGHT NSFW:
- Jihoon is very confident in bed, especially when hearing your moans he feels that he’s doing something good
- Jihoon is very vocal in bed he isn’t afraid to moan or whine or even growl or groan when he’s top
- Jihoon always makes sure you are satisfied, putting your pleasure first
- He likes to give you Hickeys alll the time to show off that he was the one that did it and even better when his fans point it out
I still can’t believe this pictures are real😪
Yeon Si-eun NSFW alphabet
A = Aftercare
Always. He might not be super talkative, but he’ll pull you close, wipe you down carefully, and kiss your skin like he’s grounding himself. “You’re okay… I’m right here.” He needs the closeness as much as you do.
B = Body Part
On you? Your mouth. The way you moan, kiss, bite your lip—he could watch you fall apart for hours. On himself? His hands. They’re strong, veiny, a little rough—he knows exactly how to use them.
C = Cum
Controlled, intense, and always deep if you let him. He loves filling you up, watching it drip out later while his eyes darken. If he pulls out, he still makes it intimate—rubbing it into your skin with his fingers.
D = Dirty Talk
Low and calculated. He doesn’t speak a lot, but when he does? Filthy. Whispered into your neck with lips brushing your ear: “So tight around me… You like when I ruin you, don’t you?”
E = Experience
Limited, but sharp. He’s observant, picks up what you like fast, and makes sure you never forget it. He doesn’t need practice—he learns you, and that’s what makes him deadly in bed.
F = Favorite Position
Missionary, with your legs hooked over his shoulders or hips. He likes being close—watching you, kissing you mid-thrust, hearing every breath. But he also loves when you ride him and take control, just so he can grab your hips and flip you halfway through.
G = Goofy
Not really. He’s focused, intense, and passionate—but if you giggle or mess up something small, he just smirks faintly, then distracts you with a kiss that shuts you up instantly.
H = Hair
Neat and trimmed. On you? He doesn’t care. He’ll go down on you no matter what. His only concern is how fast he can make you fall apart.
I = Intimacy
So much it hurts. Sex isn’t casual for him—it’s emotional. When he’s inside you, it’s like he can finally breathe. He makes love like he’s scared to lose you. And when he whispers “I need you” under his breath? He means it.
J = Jack Off
Not often. He bottles everything up until it’s unbearable. But when he does, it’s with your name on his lips and a memory he can’t forget—fist clenched in the sheets, brows furrowed like he hates needing you this much.
K = Kinks
Praise, possessiveness, control, silent dominance, overstimulation. He loves making you beg without raising his voice. And if you cry out his name? That’s his breaking point.
L = Location
His bed, your room, or anywhere private. He needs the door locked and the world shut out. But if desperation hits—like a heated kiss in a stairwell or a silent moment after a fight? He’ll risk it.
M = Motivation
Soft touches. Vulnerable moments. The way you say his name like a secret. His desire isn’t just physical—it’s emotional, hungry, and sometimes overwhelming.
N = NO
No humiliation, no pain without care, no sharing. He’s possessive—he needs to feel like it’s just you and him. No games that make either of you feel unsafe.
O = Oral
Giving: Obsessed. He’ll take his time, lips and tongue working in perfect sync while he watches every reaction like it’s a puzzle he’s solving. Receiving: Silent, gripping the sheets, barely breathing—only your name slipping out in the end.
P = Pace
Usually slow, deep, and precise. But if he’s emotional or angry? Rough. Fast. Bruising. He gets lost in it, panting against your skin like he’s trying to bury himself inside you completely.
Q = Quickie
If it’s been building—yes. He’ll shove you into the nearest safe place, kiss you breathless, and finish with one hand over your mouth so you don’t get them both caught.
R = Risk
Calculated. He’ll push boundaries in private but always watches you. He knows where the line is and won’t cross it without your full trust.
S = Stamina
Insane. He can go multiple rounds, barely breaking a sweat—especially when he’s trying to prove something. Or when he’s stressed. Or when he missed you. He’ll keep going until your legs give out.
T = Toys
Minimal. But if you introduce them? He’ll learn. Fast. He’ll use them on you just to watch you come undone, fingers curled around your wrist while he whispers, “You wanted this, right?”
U = Unfair
He’s ruthless. He’ll edge you until tears form in your eyes, whispering in your ear, “Not yet.” He’s the type to kiss everywhere but where you need it—until you beg.
V = Volume
Low and quiet, but intense. He curses under his breath, breathes your name like a confession, and groans deep in his chest when he finishes. But your sounds? That’s what he wants to hear.
W = Wild Card
He secretly likes when you’re on top—watching you take control, moaning above him. But when he snaps? He flips you, pins your wrists, and shows you who you belong to.
X = X-Rated Size
About 7 inches, thick and curved just enough to hit deep. He knows exactly how to use it—slow thrusts that drive you crazy, then sudden sharp ones that make you scream. He doesn’t brag, but when he’s inside you? You know.
Y = Yearning
Constant. He’ll never admit it, but he craves you in quiet moments. He’ll stare at your lips during class, brush your hand and pretend it’s accidental, text you “are you home?” when he’s two minutes away.
Z = ZZZ (Sleep)
He doesn’t sleep easily unless you’re next to him. After sex, he’s quiet—breathing slow, fingers resting on your skin, forehead against your back or chest. With you? He finally feels safe.