#bnd headcanons

[riuscythe]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 leehan audio ! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

he couldn’t stop himself :(

[woonhakfeet]

sample my heart ♥︎ | h.t

pairing : /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ Ⳋ taesan x reader ᢉ𐭩 .ᐟ

genre : fluff, slice of life, non-idol au

synopsis : taesan had been struck by a curse. a strange curse that wouldn't allow him from walking past the weird food stall on his way to work. it was most definitely a curse... a curse with the word "chestnut" written all over it!

my lovely onedoors! i got another taesan oneshot coming soon. taglist is open! comment or send an ask if you'd like to be added/tagged! :3

[woonni-writes]

Me or the camera? - Woonhak

sypnosis: On a date with Woonhak, who loves taking photos of you. Too much. To the point where you think he's dating the camera, not you.

pairing: bf!WOONHAK X READER

warnings: mild argument, distracted bf, crying, skinship (kissing, hugging), established relationship

genre: fluff!!! ☁️

w/c: 500+

A/N: enjoy <3

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"Cheese!" He shouted for the 10th time that day.

You groaned, throwing up a V and smiling.

The new camera he had brought let out a click, and he grinned in satisfaction. "Great, now turn around reach towards the tree with a hand."

You huffed. Going to see the cherry blossoms was meant to be a romantic date, not a photoshoot. You did as he said nevertheless.

He whooped as he captured you, spewing out compliments. "My girlfriend is so pretty!"

After 5 minutes, you finally managed to get him to stop and look around. However, whenever you looked away and back he was right back at his camera. You sighed in frustration.

"Woon, we're here to see cherry blossoms. You're not even looking at them!"

He shrugged, capturing your little frown. "Not my fault you're prettier."

You roll your eyes, unable to stop your mouth from twitching. "Whatever. We should find a place to eat now anyway."

The two set up a picnic blanket and laid out the meal, slowly eating while talking.

Although it was nearly impossible to talk when you were having eye contact with a camera.

After 10 minutes, you got fed up. You stood up in frustration, tears spotting in your eyes. It wasn't a big deal, really. You didn't know why you were crying. It was probably because of the guilt of not wanting him on his camera. After all, he was just excited about his new purchase, and he was only filming you. But it upset you nonetheless, and it upset you more that it bothered you, and soon you were in a spiral and you felt tears forming.

Woonhak immediate stood up too. "Love, what's wrong? Why are you crying? ls it me?"

"It's the stupid camera," you snapped. "I get that you're excited about it, but I've barely seen your face this entire day 'cause you're always behind it. At this point, I don't even know if you're dating me or your camera." You sniffled, regretting losing patience.

Woonhak's face melted into a gentle smile, and he softly put the camera on the blanket before opening his arms. "Oh, love." He engulfed you in a big bear hug, reaching to stroke your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't cry, hm? Never cry 'cause of me. I don't deserve it. How about this?How about I put the camera away for the day, and we go back and watch the cherry blossoms all over again, hm? Does that sound okay?" He mumbled into your hair.

You sniffled, shaking your head. "It's too late. It'll be dark soon."

Woonhak pulled back, gently tucking your hair behind your ear and wiping a stray tear with his thumb. "So? Cherry blossoms in the dark. Plus, if we hurry, we could get a few hours of golden evening. The perfect lighting."

You raised your eyebrow.

He laughed, poking your cheek. "The perfect lighting for me to see my girlfriend shine like a goddess. Just me, with my eyes."

You rolled your eyes, looking around the park, then reached up to give him a quick peck on the lips. He grinned his big ol' smile at you, grabbing your hand to start rushing to enjoy the cherry blossoms.

[ddingdd0ngz]

When you get his name wrong

──𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. ୨୧

𝑓. readerㅤ⋆ㅤ1033ㅤㅤ ◜ᴗ◝ㅤㅤ requested. fluff est. relationship ❜ㅤㅤ─── feedback & reblogs are highly appreciated ¡! 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 (박성호)

You had planned the perfect night in — takeout, blankets, and your thousandth rewatch of Dead Poets Society together. The doorbell rings just as Sungho is setting up the movie. You rush toward the door and shout, «Sunghoon, the food’s here!» without thinking. When you come back upstairs with the bags in hand, the TV screen is black. Sungho is standing there, arms crossed, lips in the deepest pout you’ve ever seen. «What’s going on?» you ask, confused. He stares at you. «You called me Sunghoon.» You blink. «Did I? Maybe you heard wrong, I was in a hurry.» His pout deepens. «I know my own name.» You sigh, placing the food on the table before walking up to him. «Sorry. Can we please have our movie date, Sungho?» You emphasize every letter of his name dramatically. He tries to stay mad for three more seconds… then finally sighs. «Fine. But I’m still offended.»

𝐑𝐢𝐰𝐨𝐨 (이상혁)

The restaurant is loud — members chatting, staff passing by, classical music playing so dramatically it feels like Mozart himself is performing live. You lean forward. «Can you pass me the water, Sungho?» Riwoo freezes mid-motion, bottle in hand. He slowly turns his head toward you. «…Excuse me?» You frown. «What?» He lets out a short laugh. «You just called me Sungho.» Your eyes widen. «It’s too noisy in here!» you defend yourself quickly, gesturing toward the chaos. Ironically, the real Sungho is sitting right beside you talking to someone else. Riwoo shakes his head, amused. «So I look like him now?» You laugh nervously. «No! You’re way cuter.» He raises a brow. «Good answer.» And finally passes you the water — still smiling to himself.

𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 (명재현)

You’re trapped in a cuddle attack. Jaehyun is covering your face and neck in kisses, refusing to let you escape. «Stop— I need to go to the bathroom!» you giggle, trying to push him away. He only hums against your skin, tightening his arms around you. The ticklish feeling makes you squirm. «Come on, Jaemin—» The room goes silent. He pulls back slowly. «What did you just call me?» Your brain short-circuits. «I— sorry! Jaehyun! You were tickling me!» He narrows his eyes dramatically. «Ask Jaemin to kiss you then.» He rolls away from you, arms crossed. You stare at him in disbelief. «You’re being dramatic.» — «No,» he replies firmly. «I’m being replaced.» You end up having to crawl back into his arms and apologize at least five times before he forgives you.

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐧 (한동민)

You’re out on a casual date, walking side by side when you casually say, «Donghyun—Dongmin, sorry. Can we get ice cream on the way home?» You correct yourself instantly, hoping he didn’t take it personally. Taesan simply nods. «Sure.» Too calm. Suspiciously calm. For the rest of the evening, he says nothing about it. You think you’re safe. Until the next morning. «Good morning, Mrs. Kim,» he says seriously. «That’s my mom’s name.» — «Oh? My bad.» Later it’s your dad’s name. Then your childhood goldfish’s name. Then «Dongmin.» He keeps a straight face every single time. This goes on for an entire week. By day five you’re begging. «Please stop.» He finally smirks. «Names matter.»

𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐧 (김동현)

You’re sitting on the floor, bottles of nail polish scattered everywhere. «I can’t decide,» you groan. «Hey Leehyun— I mean Leehan. Donghyun-ah. Help me choose.» You barely think about it, just mixing up names out of confusion. But when you look up, he’s staring at you like you just committed betrayal. «So you don’t even know my name?» he mutters quietly. «What? It was a mistake!» He sulks. For hours. He refuses to answer your question about the color. When you try to talk to him, he gives one-word replies. «Leehan, please.» Nothing. Eventually you have to cup his face and pepper his cheeks with kisses. «I’ll write your name on my nails next time.» He pauses. «Spell it correctly.» Only then does he soften.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐤 (김운학)

You’re already bickering over what to watch. He wants baseball. You want Single’s Inferno. «Let me choose this time,» he whines. You roll your eyes. «Fine, whatever you want, Woo Sungmin.» Silence. The remote drops from his hand. «What did you just call me?» You freeze. «It’s one of the contestants!» He gasps dramatically. «Oh, so now you’re watching other guys?» — «It’s a dating show!» — «So you have a favorite?» he accuses, pointing at you. «Is that why you mixed up my name?» He keeps going, spiraling further into fake jealousy. «Should I be worried? Who is he?» This continues for an hour until you physically put on the show just to prove your point. He watches the screen carefully, then looks at you. «…He’s not even that good-looking.» You smack his arm. «You’re impossible.» He grins. «But memorable. Unlike Woo Sungmin.»

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© ddingdd0ngz

[shdrum]

ᡣ𐭩 | if i say i love you

pairing | bnd hyung line! x 7th member! gn! reader

summary | headcanons of the boys as your boyfriends (separate)

notes | just to clarify, this is my opinion and how i view them.

─── ֺ ᪄ 𖹭 ၃ ִ ───

PARK SUNGHO

i picture him as the type to do acts of service

like to always save a snack for when you have a tight schedule

he also carries painkillers or throat lozenges

i think he would prefer more soft, intimate kisses

where you break the kiss to look into each other's eyes and then go back at it

he gets all giggly and blushy when you flirt with him

i'm talking full shivers, weak in the knees

after a few hours of dance practice, you are practically drenched in sweat.

all of you walk over to sit down, dongmin practically throwing himself at woonhak despite the heat.

"hyung, get off me!" said boy tried to wiggle his way out.

sungho quickly walks over to you while you laugh at them.

"hey," he hands over a towel. "your footwork was great."

you took the towel from him. "thanks, baby. you did good too." you smiled at him, maintaining eye contact as you dry up the sweat beads rolling down your neck.

and if you notice his eyes drifting down and his flushed face, not exactly from training, you don't mention it.

he would adore you if you watched soccer games with him

if you're filming for "what? door!" and you have to play a game and you don't pair with him, he would do his little jumping backwards tantrum

the type to do weird stuff to make you laugh

like when he showed off his foot

but also be emotionally available, and there to listen when you have a bad day

his favorite place to sleep is probably in your lap, you play with his hair and that calms him down

also, if you put hair clips or stuff like that, be sure he'll do a whole photoshoot to show them off

the soft autumn breeze picked up leaves in its trace, the sun casting shadows from the treetop, under which sungho lay.

his head rested in your lap, eyes closed in bliss at your fingers running through his hair.

he's usually under a lot of stress, so seeing him so calm was a nice change of pace.

"...sun" once you stopped your petting ministrations, he opened his eyes.

"mmh"

"can i braid your hair?" you murmured, already dividing it into uneven sections.

he blinked while his brain tried to catch up.

"you're doing it anyway." he let out an airy chuckle, his eyes squinting in that cute way of his.

"mhm."

he just stared at you, at the way the tip of your tongue peeked out, concentration evident on your face.

he liked to see you content, even if you weren't exactly sure what you were doing.

a smile crept onto his face. "i love you, [name]."

you paused, some strands slipping loose in your grip.

no matter how many times the words left his mouth, you'd never get used to it—the flutter in your chest or the love that filled your heart, even when he was just existing.

you brushed a finger along his cheek, completely lost in him. "i love you, sun."

ijbol syndrom

he laughs at the stupidest things you do

he's so so pretty and you constantly compliment him for it

oh and if he wears crop tops, your hands will be on his tiny waist, the whole time

your malewife

MYUNG JAEHYUN

he's clingy and flirty asf

he always has to be touching you

whether it's holding your hand or interlocking arms

onedoors not really suspect of your relation since he's whipped for all his members

so he uses that for his advantage. always trying to kiss you and being extra clingy with you

he's insanely puppy coded

so he gives you those eyes whenever he wants something from you

after a long photoshoot for a collab, you were lounging in the couch, scrolling through your phone.

the sound of the bathroom door opening was barely heard.

"oh, you're back." jaehyun shuffled closer to you. damp hair dripping on the loose shirt—which seemed pretty similar to the one you'd lost a few days ago—hanging over his frame. a towel rested around his neck as he dried his hair.

you glanced up, his face immediately brightened at the sight of you.

"hey jae," you mumbled tiredly. "how was your day?"

he walked behind you, rubbing your shoulders to ease the tension.

"good, missed you tho." the pout in his face was notorious in his voice too. "maybe we could go for dinner?" he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up.

you leaned your head back, his face upside down was adorable.

"don't know, love." you gave a long exhale. "'m kinda tired."

his bottom lip jutted out further, "pleasee..." he gave you those big, round eyes. ones he knew you wouldn't be able to resist.

you shut your eyes, already giving up. "those damn puppy eyes." you grunted. "...fine, dinner it is."

jaehyun laughed, kissing all over your face in gratitude.

we know he loves to tease and make you flustered

oh but if you do it back

he gets so shy and hides his face beneath his clothes

the type to switch between soft pecks and messy makeouts

loves when you grab him by the waist and pull him toward you, or when you do it to move him out the way

"how could you do it?" jaehyun had his arms crossed, head off to the side, refusing to look at you.

"jae, i'm sorry. i didn't know it was yours..."

yesterday, riwoo had bought a box of chocolate brownies for all of you.

what you didn’t know, was that jae called dibs on the last one. in your defense, nobody was in the dorm, so you thought it'd be okay.

guess not.

"i hate you."

"no, you don't."

"i do." he just side eyed you, even if a smile threatened to break out at your pity face.

you inched closer, circling his waist and pushing him flush against you. he yelped at the sudden movement, finally looking at you.

his lips parted and his eyes shifted back and forth between yours.

"you don't. let me make it up to you, okay?"

you leaned down to peck his lips.

"...fine. but i'm still mad." he said, fighting back a smile.

he'd be so attentive, always listening and offering advice when you need it

but also he'd be closed off about his feelings cause he doesn't want to burden you

also, sometimes he can get a bit insecure about his image and could even start trying out new diets

it's important you snap him out of it and reassure him that he's perfect as is.

his favorite is when you kiss the doubts away, caressing whatever he's feeling down about

LEE RIWOO

he notices things

what you like to eat, what you don't, your favorite music

and it shows through his actions

when you share headphones, your favorite songs play from his playlist

he's the type to fix your clothes or makeup without a word

he cares, a lot. even if he doesn't always outright say it

would completely melt if you slow danced

the city was asleep, embraced by the warm mantle of morpheus—a state you were envious of.

sleep never came easy to neither of you—minds that never seemed to quiet down, far too immersed in the expectations weighing down on your shoulders.

but right now, riwoo's brain had shut off, granted by the comfort being in your arms gave him.

the gentle sway of bodies to the tune of an 80's song. one arm wrapped around his waist, the other holding his head against your chest, while your chin rested atop his.

moments of peace like this were rare. you both loved being idols. but being able to let your guard down—to not have to entertain—was a feeling only being alone with him could give you.

big boba eyes

you find his fangs soo cute, so you love to make him smile

like sungho, i see him on the more slow kisser side

he'd like to take his time, to be one with you

lovesloves sweets, so he especially loves you

the smell of freshly baked goods filled the air.

riwoo was sitting down in the kitchen counter, with you standing between his legs. the buttery flavor of a donut enveloping your tastebuds.

"this is sho good" your eyes were shut, one hand covering your mouth while you talked.

riwoo giggled, nodding his head. a new bakery downtown had just opened and it quickly became his favorite. they had sweet, delicious treats, and every new thing added on the menu was better than the last.

"woo, you have jelly on your lips." you pointed at your own face to show him the spot.

he licked his lips, trying to clean it off to no avail.

"is it gone?"

you chuckled. "here, let me." you wiped his lip with your thumb, cleaning off the jelly.

"there." you brought your thumb to your mouth and licked it slowly, not breaking eye contact.

riwoo felt his face getting warm, so he tried to cover his face with his hand, his free arm bumping your shoulder playfully .

dad jokes

he'd do them more often just cause he likes your laugh

he'd stay until late to help you if you were struggling with a choreo

would get all smiley if you hyped him up during a solo dance break

if it's him vs a bug, i'm sorry but he's hiding behind you waiting for you to take care of it

─── ֺ ᪄ 𖹭 ၃ ִ ───

endnotes | thanks for reading, english is not my first language so comments and feedback are very much appreciated.

[smilesforunagi]

I saw a bird today

synopsis: you pulling the “I saw a bird today” prank on BND ~ for those who don’t know, it’s a tiktok trend where you tell your partner you saw a bird and they just engage in the most wholesome interaction.

Search “I saw a bird prank” on tiktok for reference 😉

genre: fluff, just wholesome bnd interactions (ot6), established relationship

paring: boynextdoor x reader 

warnings: none :) 

word count: 2.4k

A/N: this is my first ot6 post and also my first go at bnd headcanons. I’m not sure if this is really accurate, but I tried adding my thoughts for each member! Please feel free to comment on your opinions :) 

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Park Sungho ~ Sungho

I genuinely believe he would just be so confused by your sudden interest in birds, as you never told him anything like this before. I think he would find it kind of random but still really cute. He would want to join in and also be part of the game, hoping you would smile longer.

“Hey look! A bird!” You shout out loud pointing at the window, while your boyfriend is taking off his shoes at the front door. “A what??” Sungho asked, confused, walking calmly in your direction. “A bird! Over there.” You say again, watching as he furrows his eyebrows, alternating between looking out the window and staring at you. “Are you sure? Where?” 

You hold your laughter as you point again at a tree further away from your apartment. “Oh well, it flew away.” You say unbothered, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “What color was it? I swear I didn't see anything.” Sungho frowns slightly still looking out the window, searching for bird nests on the neighborhood trees. You gently tap your hand on his wide shoulder, trying to comfort him. Your boyfriend turns to look at you, pouting while slowly grabbing your hand. “Tell me about him, I wish I’d seen him too.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, swirling around slightly, thinking of what you would tell him. “I don’t know…” You decide to play with him a little more. Sungho lets out a loud breath, pouting even more. “I swear! Please tell me about the bird you saw.” You watch him pleading desperately, upset that he missed something that was suddenly important for you. You think a little longer, watching as he pulls you by hand closer to the window ledge, sitting on the cold surface. “I’ll just sit here until he shows up again.” Sungho says, glancing at you, eyes glowing, a frown on his face, thinking he’d upset you.

You sigh, gently caressing his hand, sitting beside him. “It was a little yellow bird.” Sungho's face lights up, nodding slightly, looking out the window. “So, we’re looking for a yellow bird? Was it cute?” He asks, somewhat adding a small twist to his pitch, as you hear his sweet voice brushing your ears, melting you instantly. “It was adorable!” You shrill excitedly, shaking his hand, a smile forming on your face. Sungho finally smiles as well, looking at you endearingly. He pulls you in, placing a quick peck on your lips, slowly pulling away. Your foreheads touching each other, as he lovely runs his hand through your hair. “You’re adorable.” Both of you smile, and watch as the sun sets in the outside world.

Myung Jaehyun ~ Jaehyun 

Now I just feel Jaehyun would just be so happy to hear you talking about the little aspects of your day. When you tell him about the bird, he gets really excited and just genuinely wants to be part of whatever is making you smile.

“You know what I saw the other day?” You take out the bread from the plastic bag, placing it on top of the kitchen counter. “No, but please tell me about it.” You feel Jaehyun’s arms wrapping themselves around your waist, while he scrunches his nose on your neck. You giggle feeling him breathe so close to you. You finish taking out the groceries, while you comment nonchalantly. “I saw a bird on the balcony.”

Jaehyun suddenly jumps, making your heart almost hop out of your chest. “You’re joking! I also saw a bird walking here the other day! Did we see the same bird?!?” You stare at him not really knowing what to say, giggling you place your hand on your waist, letting out a deep breath. “Damn Jaehyun, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Your boyfriend laughs out loud, getting closer to you again, head tilting excitedly. “I’m serious! It was like… A blue bird! Or was it yellow?” Jaehyun tries to refresh his memory while staring at you.

“Humm… Maybe not then. Mine was just a brown bird.” You tell him. “But it was pretty cute!” You smile at him, watching the way he stares at you, his eyes glowing, smiling affectionately. “Aw darling, that’s amazing! Do you think they have nests near this neighborhood?” He asks helping you reach the higher shelf. “We could walk the streets these days and look for them!” You suggest, as you keep an eye on Jaehyun closing the cabinets. 

Jaehyun looks at you, eyes widening. “That would be amazing! We could bring food and-” You chuckle, pulling your boyfriend closer, resting your head on his chest. “Slow down, bird boy.” His chest moves up and down, as you hear him laughing, hands running through your hair. “We can start by just watching them flying around the trees, how does that sound?” You ask, sensing as his arms wrap around your waist. “Perfect.”  

Lee Sanghyeok ~ Riwoo

I think Riwoo would just like to hear you talking. Would he be interested in the bird? Probably not. But he would be interested in you. For me, Riwoo is like “if you're happy, then I’m happy”, and listening to your stories would make him happy.

You sit on the picnic cloth placed on top of the park’s grass, watching as your boyfriend takes out the sandwiches you packed for lunch. Taking advantage of his distracted state, you simply let out. “I saw a bird before we met today!” Riwoo hands you a napkin so you can grab the food without getting your fingers dirty. He turns his head, smiling. “Really?” He watches as you lead the sandwich to your mouth, taking a bite. “Uhum…” You nod, your eyes glowing while you look at him.

Riwoo gently tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “How was he?” He takes a bite of his own sandwich, not taking his eyes off you. “He was just a little baby bird.” Riwoo opens and closes his eyelids, paying complete attention to your story. Your heart flutters as you realize he was so interested in whatever nonsense you were saying. “That sounds cute. Did you see a color or was it just too little to have any color?”

You giggle at his question. “Are you asking if he had feathers already?” Riwoo also laughs slightly, making the sandwich filling escape, smudging his mouth. “Yes! Exactly what I meant to say.” You stretch your finger, gently cleaning his corners, while smiling lovely at your boyfriend. “He was too tiny, so it didn't really have that many feathers.” You answer, watching nod in response. “Well, I hope he grows up to have the most beautiful colors, and visits you again.” He smiles while looking at you.

Your heart beats faster, as his charms hit you directly. “How will I know it’s him?” You ask out of curiosity. “Oh you’ll know. You have a connection now.” He points at you jokingly. You laugh, intertwining your arm around his, enjoying your time with your lovely boyfriend.

Kim Donghyun ~ Leehan

I know Leehan is known for his fish knowledge, but I genuinely believe he would be 100% interested in your bird story. He may not know many bird species, but I'm sure he would just straight up start guessing random names or just try to find your exact description on google.

“I saw a bird today!” You say randomly, as your boyfriend sits beside you on the living room couch. His hand slowly grabs the TV control, lowering the volume, later turning his head to face you with those big brown eyes. “Really? Which bird was it?” Leehan stretches his arm, reaching your opposite shoulder, where he rests his hands, gently caressing your black hoodie.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, watching TV. “It looked kind of purple.” You say the first color that comes in your head, feeling your boyfriend moving his body beside you, quietly murmuring “Purple?”, genuinely confused. You tried to hold back your smile, as you stole a glance at his face, eyes distant as he was trying to unlock the ‘Bird species encycoplidia’ in his head. 

“Did you take a picture?” He asks interested in the fake bird. “No, it was really quick!” You frown slightly looking at him. “Maybe it was a hummingbird, they have lots of colors!” Leehan mentions stretching his free arm enough to grab his phone on top of the table. “W-what?” You ask stunned as you watch him open Google and search up ‘purple birds’. Turning his screen your way, he looks at you with his boba eyes, blinking slowly. “Is this the bird you saw?”. 

Your heart flutters watching him interested in the prank you were pulling, his face was bright, eyebrows raised with anticipation. You scrunch your nose and nod your head. “Humm, no not that one.” He pulls his phone quickly and continues searching. Later began a series of bird questions, as you suddenly saw yourself on a guessing game, where Leehan would keep on typing the made up bird you saw on the search tab. 

“Maybe this one! The Varied bunting! It’s purple, but also has some red and brown.” You rest your head on his shoulder, staring at his phone screen. “You know, I think I did see some red! I think you found it!” You say excitedly, wrapping your arms around his waist. You could see a genuine smile form on his mouth, as he stared at the bird picture, almost as he was memorising every detail. Leehan unexpectedly places a gentle peck on the top of your head, pulling you in closer into his embrace. “That’s a pretty bird, baby! I wish I could have seen him.”

Both of you carry on with your afternoon, casually talking about the said bird and enjoying a hot cup of coffee. 

Han Dongmin ~ Taesan

I feel like Taesan would just know you’re trying to pull a prank on him. He just knows you too well. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean he doesn't care, but he would probably joke around with you a little bit beforehand.

You carefully watch your boyfriend organize his papers on top of the table, using the stapler to stack them together. On the other end of the round surface, you stretch your arm to hand him the missing lyrics, as you decide to mess around with him for a bit, hoping to distract him. “Taesan, I saw a bird today.” You comment indifferently, while resting your arms on the cold glass, after handing him what he needed.

Silence filled the room, as you notice a small grin forming in the corner of his mouth. “A bird, huh? When?” He asks, his tone slightly skeptical, still organizing his papers. “Humm… Just as soon as I left the subway, walking up the stairs.” You make up the lie on the spot. Taesan glanced at you, leaning his back on the chair. His eyebrow furrowed, trying to cloak his smile. “So you mean you saw … a pigeon?” His hand covers his mouth, as he coughed out a laugh. “WHAT? NO! God, you’re no fun!” You yell dumbfounded.

“There’s no way you saw an actual bird outside the subway, baby.” Taesan starts laughing even harder, staring at the way your mouth opened and closed, absolutely speechless. “I said, after I LEFT!” You make sure to emphasize your words even more. “And you know what, pigeons are still birds!” You argue, crossing your arms in front of your chest, pouting at him. “That 's true.” He agrees, still smiling while looking at you.

You start getting sulky as you stare at him, thinking it was just supposed to be a little prank. “You’re so annoying.” You tell him, still pouting. Taesan smiles lovely while staring at you. He gets up from his chair, walking towards you. Your boyfriend wraps his arms around your chest, head leaning on your shoulders. “No, come on!” He whines in your ear. “Tell me about that ‘bird’ of yours.” His voice tickles your skin, making both of you laugh. “Well, it was red-” You start jokingly. “You don’t say!” Taesan answers playfully. You slap his arm lightly, making him laugh even more.

Kim Woonhak ~ Woonhak

Woonhak to me seems like a really lovable person. If you tell him something about your day, he’ll feel honored that you’re sharing (even if it’s small). He would want to share something with you too. I feel like every little small thing makes him excited. 

You lay down on your boyfriend’s chest, feeling his finger running through your hair, as you listen to his heart beating beneath you. “I forgot to tell you. Something exciting happened yesterday.” Your voice comes out low, since you are tightly tucked in his arms. Woonhak turns to look at you, eyes glowing endearingly. “Really? What happened?” He asks curiously, still gently caressing your long locks. “I saw a blue bird. It chirped at me.” You look up, blinking slowly while watching him.

Woonhak stares at you with an adorable smile, hand gently patting the top of your head, almost as a little reminder that he was taller than you. “That’s so sweet! I’m glad you got to see it.” He answers genuinely excited. “I think he liked me.” You nod slowly, acting cute. You could tell his heart was melting right in front of you, as he watched you talk about the fake bird. “Probably! It’s really cute that he chirped at you.” “Right?!?” You cut him, pulling yourself up, so that both of you were face to face. 

Your boyfriend chuckled, leaving a quick peck on your lips. “Oh, now let me tell you what I saw the other day!” He moves excitedly next to you, his arms sliding down to your hips, pulling you in for a hug. “They’re launching a new flavor of cake in that bakery that we like.” You immediately sit up, watching as Woonhak laughs at your reaction, the bed slowly tidying itself with the loss of your body weight. “You’re joking!” You look at him excited. “I thought we could go someday.” You quickly clap your hands, excitedly. “We should totally go!” 

Woonhak also sits up, pulling you in for a quick kiss, his soft mouth smiling in between breaths. “I also won a LoL match last night.” He whispers shyly. “Really? Yay!! Congrats!” You kiss him even more, until his cheeks turn red. “What’s your tier now??” You joke around, watching him whine in response. “Let’s not talk about that.” Woonhak tries to change the subject, kissing you all around. “Whyyy! I wanna know-” He covers your mouth with his, kissing you deeply, while you giggle.

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!

[angelicmyung]

Not a want but a need.

pairing: kitty sub!taesan x dom!reader word count: 1.2k summary: taesan may never say what he wants, even if it's not a want at all but a need. Though he'll show it. warnings: gender of reader unspecified, reader can be read as having a cock or strap it's up to you! cnc, though everything written IS consensual!!, he squirts a bit hehe, needy but slightly reserved taesan. i think that's all!

The movie that plays on the TV is boring, the plot is too slow, and the acting is too bad for you to be able to immerse yourself in it. However, your kitty seems to think differently. Taesan is so locked into the movie that his eyes are dilated in concentration to see more of what will happen next. 

The glow that casts onto his face highlights his feline features that are so pretty. 

So Pretty that you want to eat the hole you know will clench for you, bend the back that will arch, and fuck the cock that’ll leak.

Taesan scooches closer to your chest, getting comfy with your warmth against his back. The tiny shorts he wears rise when he does so, exposing more of the unmarked milky thighs that are begging to be grasped. 

You swear it's intentional, a try at getting you to take him apart with your hands and mouth; it's his fault that hunger itches your teeth and lust glazes your eyes.

The kiss you place on the pulse point of his neck makes him jump a little; not expecting your warmth to be anywhere else than just his back. He lets you kiss up his neck, bite his ear, but once you grip his hips, he gets way too distracted that it becomes bothersome. 

So he says.

Even as he looks at you incredulously when you continue pulling his legs apart, his flushed cheeks are a pretty pink, and the hand that doesn't push yours away all give his eagerness away.

“Shh, baby, let me touch it, let me make you feel good,” you shush him. Promising him the pleasure is worth fighting through his disagreement for.

“I'm watching the movie,” he states plainly, but you don't listen, never do. Always going with what he doesn't say but wants, what he wishes for you to do, even if he doesn't voice it. 

You move from behind him, and he must think you're done with him because he stops you with a hand on your arm. He looks up at you, doe-eyed and needy. “What?” you tease, but he doesn't say anything, just lets you go with a pout. You continue to move him, laying him back against the blankets beneath him. 

He lies down easily, so easy to make listen, so easy to make want it.

“You're blocking my movie,” he tries, but his voice is shaky, the edge he wishes to coat his words sounding a lot like need. You kiss his ankles slowly before trailing them up his calves. Palming over where his shorts have bunched up around his hardening cock. 

He swats your hand off his private, “Stop, just kissing,” he says, but doesn't make a move to stop you when you press your palm down harder against him. His hips bucking up into your hand, biting his lip when you twist your flat palm just right. 

You go to take his shorts and underwear off. He shakes his head cutely, hair bouncing as he does so. His shaky hands try to fight yours off, but he's not strong enough. Poor kitty can only weakly deny for so long, becoming too busy being lost in the small sparks that tingle his cock. 

“No…” he attempts, but it falls on deaf ears. You, too, are too busy in your head, too busy lusting for his cum to leak over where you now begin to stroke him. The slow glide up his cock is loose, not yet tightening your grasp, just so he soon yearns for you to do more. 

“Don't want it..stop..”

“You say that, yet we've come this far by you letting me touch you, be honest, kitty, you like it.” You voice, and he can't find it in himself to deny it. Deny that he’s a slut who loves to play hard to get, loves to act coy, only to plead for you to fuck him with his body if not his words.

No, Taesan never says he wants it; he shows he does. 

Like now, as his hole that you circle clenches around nothing, enticing you to stuff it full. You lick a stripe up from his hole to his balls that lie heavy, and he mewls loudly. Always sensitive to pleasure.

You don't give him time to adjust, you're moving too quickly, and it makes it all the better. It makes him feel as if you dismissively regard him. He squirms away, his body not being able to handle the constant sparks in different areas, now being everywhere all at once.

“Take it, kitty, be good,” you say as you begin to fuck into him, fucking his hole till it stretches wide to your shape, accustomed to all that you fill it with. 

“Fuck, I can't–” he tries to protest against you, a small push to your chest, just for it to fall back against his own soon after. Holding his hand to his chest as you rock him with your thrust. His cock leaks pathetically and bounces against his wet tummy.

“Feel good, kitty?” you question. The laugh you let out heats his skin. He must look so slutty this way, and he thinks he likes that fact more than he wants to admit. 

You push his legs back to his chest, and he whines loudly at the change. Your cock feels so deep, it's hitting parts of him he didn't think he'd feel get fucked tonight. His skin feels hot, his tongue drools heavily, and his eyes cross before his lids close; it's too much.

You're everywhere around the kitty; he's weak against you, against his fight. 

So he fucks you back, rocks his hips up and down to meet your speed, to have your skin slapping his own addictively. He doesn't want this, he swears he doesn't–

He doesn't want you fucking him dumb, making his cock leak until it's all messy and sticky against him. He doesn't want any of this.

Because he needs it. 

The difference is large and clear. 

You bite his neck and continue thrusting into him, deeper with each stroke. Now slowly and with intention, bucking up into that spot that has him crying small “no’s” each time you hit it because something in his stomach is coiling. It feels too wet to be a normal orgasm, too white in his vision to be something he's used to. 

One more pointed thrust to his prostate, and the coil breaks. 

“Ahhh, ahh!” he moans loudly, and you watch as pretty kitty Taesan squirts until his thighs lie wet and shake from the pleasure he denied himself, but now let's wash over him.

Your smile feels proud, evilly so. To know your kitty felt so good he came, came like a kitty in heat, all from touches he swats away, denies himself to feel.

Pretty kitty taesan never says he wants to be fucked full, never says he wants to be fucked until he squirts messily.  No, but he shows it, and with the way he takes all that he leaked onto his tummy onto one of his fingertips, brings it to his mouth, and licks it. Tasting himself with a lopsided grin towards you. 

Kitty Taesan shows he wants you to fuck him one more time.

a/n: This is my first time writing cnc, so I hope it was presented well. This fic was a bit rushed because I was so excited to have something requested and to write it! ^~^ I hope you all enjoy :3

[blossominghunnie]

Bonedo headcanons are up! 💜