When you said yes to the stupid little after-party at Wooin’s place—now practically the Sabbath crew’s filthy den of sin—you expected booze, trash talk, maybe some cocky flirting.
You didn’t think you’d be used. Or passed around. Or made into this.
But here you were: dripping, spread wide, fully fucked and far from done.
"I'm gonna cum—fuck, I'm gonna bust—"
Vinny’s voice cracked beside your ear, hips pounding up into you, his pace frantic, messy, desperate. He had your thighs hooked over his arms, keeping you wide open while his cock dragged inside your soaked cunt, the sound obscene—wet, needy, unforgiving.
Your body jolted with every thrust, only for the impact to be doubled as Wooin slammed up into your ass from below, stretching your back hole so wide it felt impossible to breathe around it.
They were relentless, cruel in rhythm, pushing you into each other like a toy passed back and forth—greedy hands on your hips, nails digging, breath hot and animalistic.
“Fuck—back here’s tight as fuck,” Wooin groaned, his fingers gripping your waist with that maddening smugness, hips rolling with sickening control that had you arching involuntarily. “She keeps clenching up like she’s begging for it.”
You tried to curse at him, some bratty retort on your tongue—but Hajun shoved deeper into your throat, snuffing out your voice in a single brutal stroke.
His cock filled your mouth completely, one hand fisted in your hair, holding your head steady while the other stroked along your throat with cold affection—feeling himself inside you, groaning low each time you gagged.
Your lips were swollen, your jaw burning, tears streaking freely down your cheeks. You clawed at his thigh, but there was no mercy in him—he just kept thrusting, kept filling you until you choked on his length again and again.
And when your body gave in—again—there was no warning.
Your pussy clenched around Vinny hard, your ass tightening around Wooin’s cock, both of them groaning at the same time as your orgasm crashed over you with dizzying intensity. Your vision blurred, mouth slack around Hajun, and still you shook, overstimulated and drenched.
Wooin came first, buried to the hilt, a harsh snarl ripping from his throat as he emptied himself at the back. The warmth bloomed hot, messy, and filthy, making you clench even harder around Vinny—who barely lasted another stroke before he came too, groaning into your shoulder, twitching helplessly as his cum filled your cunt, thick and wet and so, so much.
But Hajun wasn’t finished.
He tugged you off his cock just long enough for you to gasp, drooling and dazed, before his thumb wiped the mess from your chin. His eyes dragged across your face, admiring how ruined you looked.
“You asked for this, didn’t you?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “So take it.”
Then he forced you back down—no time to argue, no space to be bratty—and resumed fucking your mouth like it was his own personal cocksleeve.
Vinny tried to pull out, only to groan sharply when you clenched down again.
“Damn it—stop doing that,” he gasped, sweat-slicked and panting. “She’s still milking me—shit—this is why I didn’t wanna go first.”
Beneath you, Wooin was laughing breathlessly, rocking his hips with lazy amusement, clearly enjoying how your wrecked little body kept fluttering around him even as cum leaked out of both holes.
“Don’t blame her just ‘cause you’ve got no self-control,” he snorted, slapping your ass hard enough to make you yelp around Hajun’s cock. “She’s stuffed full and still hungry. Can’t help it if she’s a little cock-crazy.”
Vinny looked like he wanted to punch him again, but another unconscious squeeze from your cunt made him groan instead, stumbling back and watching in awe as his cum oozed out of you.
“Jesus fucking—look at her,” he muttered. “She’s leaking.”
“Beautiful,” Wooin added. “Let her drip.”
But then—quiet.
A shift in the air.
You didn’t even notice Hyuk move until his shadow loomed beside you, until you realized he wasn’t leaning against the wall anymore. His steps were slow. Deliberate.
He stood next to Hajun now, eyes on you. Cold. Focused. Possessive.
“Get off him,” Hyuk said, voice like ice.
Wooin stilled, brows raised. “Huh?”
Hyuk didn’t look at him. He only stared at you—at your trembling body, your flushed skin, the drool slicking Hajun’s cock, the cum leaking down your thighs.
“You’ve had your turn,” he said, tone flat. “I want her.”
It wasn’t a question.
And just like that, the room shifted. Hajun stopped. Wooin's smirk twitched. Vinny backed up instinctively, spent and watching.
Your heart thudded, still full, still dripping, still gagged on cock—but now every part of you tensed with something new: dread, anticipation, raw filthy need.
Hajun’s hand finally eased, letting your head bob free from his cock as you gasped for air, blinking through watery eyes. You could barely catch your breath before Hyuk’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck—not rough, but heavy with intent—as he guided your face toward him.
“Be good,” he said simply. “Take care of me too.”
His eyes were dark. Serious. Not playful like Wooin. Not whiny like Vinny. Not smooth like Hajun.
Just hungry.
And behind you, Wooin huffed, letting his hands fall away from your waist with a dramatic sigh, even as he shifted to pull out.
“Ugh, fine. Not like I didn’t ruin her already,” he muttered. “Don’t stretch her too much. I wanna go again later.”
You didn’t even get a chance to recover.
Hyuk was already undoing his belt.
And you already knew you’d take it—because this wasn’t over.
Any protests died in your tongue—not that they would’ve listened.
Hyuk was already pushing you down and flipping you on your stomach while Wooin slipped out from under you, firm hand on the back of your head as he guided your mouth to his cock.
The tip was flushed and heavy, glistening with the first signs of need, and he didn’t wait for your lips to part willingly. His thumb pressed against your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open before sliding himself in slow—deliberate. Controlled.
"Open wider," he ordered quietly, voice like steel wrapped in silk. “I’m not fucking your throat halfway.”
You gagged the moment he breached your mouth fully, the stretch immediate and rougher than Hajun’s had been—Hyuk didn’t ease in. He sank in steadily, inch by inch, watching your lashes flutter and your fingers scramble for something to hold onto. One hand found the sheets. The other was caught by Vinny.
He didn’t say anything. Just laced your fingers with his, thumb stroking gently over your knuckles as he watched—eyes narrowed, lip caught between his teeth, obviously thinking about going again.
Hajun didn’t wait either.
He moved behind you, dragging a hand down your spine before sliding between your trembling thighs, dragging them apart again as he kneeled in front of your ruined cunt. His fingers slid through the mess Vinny left behind, smearing it over your folds with a low, appreciative hum.
“Still dripping,” Hajun muttered, almost to himself. “Told you she needed more.”
And then he pushed in.
You keened around Hyuk’s cock as Hajun bottomed out in one smooth, devastating thrust, stretching you wide with the thick weight of him, the obscene squelch of it loud in the room. He didn’t give you time to adjust—his fingers dug into your hips, dragging you back onto him harder as he set a brutal pace from the start.
Your body jolted with each thrust, tits bouncing, your cries smothered completely by Hyuk’s cock stuffing your throat. He didn’t move much—he didn’t have to. He held your head in place, fucking into your mouth in shallow, precise thrusts, using your throat like a sleeve made just for him.
You were choking, drooling, body twitching from the overstimulation as Hajun wrecked your pussy from behind, slamming into the same spot over and over like he was chasing something inside you. Your legs were already shaking. It wasn’t enough to just use you—it was like Hajun wanted to ruin you for anyone else.
“Shit—she’s clenching again,” Hajun hissed, voice dark with hunger. “Tight little thing just doesn’t wanna be done.”
“She’s fine,” Hyuk replied coolly, fingers curling tighter in your hair. “Look at her. She was made for this.”
Your tears smeared over Hyuk’s abdomen as he rocked into your mouth deeper, his breathing getting heavier, more strained. His composure was starting to slip, and he liked it—liked watching you fall apart while he stayed perfectly still, just holding your face to take him.
Behind you, Hajun was unraveling.
His rhythm was getting sloppier, rougher. One of his hands slipped under to rub your clit, relentless and cruel as he pounded into you harder, chasing your next orgasm like he could feel it building. And he could.
“I said I’d ruin you, didn’t I?” he growled into your shoulder, sweat dripping down his neck. “Gonna make you gush all over my cock, babe. Gonna fuck it out of you.”
You cried out—or tried to—but Hyuk just pushed in deeper, groaning under his breath as he hit the back of your throat and stayed there. You coughed, struggling to breathe around the pressure, vision blurring again with new tears as your body gave out—legs shaking violently as you came again, cunt spasming helplessly around Hajun’s cock.
That was all it took.
Hajun cursed loud, slamming in deep and stilling as he spilled inside you, hips jerking with each pulse of release. “Fuck—fuck—take it,” he growled, voice ragged, holding you tight against him as he emptied himself.
Hyuk didn’t stop.
Not even when you were trembling.
Not even when Hajun collapsed back, panting, pulling out slowly with a deep groan and a mess of cum dripping out of you onto the sheets below.
“You’re still hard,” Wooin’s voice cut in from somewhere to the side—mocking, amused, but strained. “Don’t pretend you’re done, Hyuk. You barely started.”
You heard Vinny scoff. “Fuck… I kinda wanna go again.”
Your throat burned, your body limp, but Hyuk’s hand on your head tightened.
“You’ll wait,” he said, calm and sharp as a blade. “She’s still taking me.”
Your throat was raw, lips swollen, face streaked with tears and drool as Hyuk held you steady against his cock—his grip tight in your hair, his breathing heavier now, quieter groans rolling low from his chest like he was trying not to lose control too fast.
Behind you, Hajun caught his breath for all of two seconds before he was back in your space, dragging his cock, still hard and slick with cum, against your folds and watching it drip from you.
“Fuck,” he breathed, thumb pressing cruelly into your overstimulated clit, making your whole body jolt. “Look at this mess. You’re fucking soaked.”
You whimpered, legs twitching—but there was no mercy coming.
Not with Hyuk still inside your mouth, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every pulse of your throat around him. And not with Hajun lining up again, slapping the head of his cock against your cunt as if daring it to take more.
But the wet heat of someone else made you jerk in surprise.
Wooin was between your legs now too—crouched low, one hand bracing your thigh open, the other spreading your slick folds even further apart so he could press his tongue in and taste you around Hajun’s cock. You choked again on Hyuk, eyes flying wide as Wooin moaned lewdly into your cunt, slurping obscenely.
“You’re nasty,” Vinny muttered low, more to himself than anyone else.
He was still seated nearby, quiet and breathless, but your hand had somehow ended up in his lap—and he didn’t move it away. He just guided it over his length, hard again under your fingers, twitching as you unconsciously squeezed him.
Hyuk looked down, watching you struggle to take him while overstimulation bloomed across every inch of your body. “You wanna stop?” he asked, voice quiet, dangerous.
You couldn’t answer. You didn’t even want to.
And so he fucked your throat deeper.
Below, Hajun gave in. He shoved back inside you, a low groan ripped from his chest as your tight heat sucked him in again. His fingers gripped your hips, knuckles white, cock buried to the hilt in a single thrust.
“God, you’re still fucking tight,” he grit out, voice wrecked. “Still greedy. That’s it—take me.”
Wooin didn’t move away. If anything, he got filthier with it—tongue lapping around Hajun’s thick cock every time it slid out of you, groaning like he liked being coated in both your slick and Hajun’s cum.
Occasionally, he sucked at Hajun too, making the other curse and twitch deeper into you with every pass of Wooin’s tongue. It was obscene. Disgusting.
You were losing your mind.
Your knees buckled again, but Hyuk held you still. “Stay,” he murmured, thrusting shallowly into your mouth again. “You're not going anywhere.”
Vinny’s hand slid over yours now, coaxing you to stroke him properly as he groaned under his breath. “This is fucked up,” he muttered. “She’s gonna pass out at this rate.”
“She won’t,” Hyuk replied, matter-of-fact. “Look at her. She’s not even close to finished.”
And he was right.
Your body convulsed, another orgasm surging through you like a punch, ripping a raw, muffled scream from your throat as Hajun slammed into you again and again, chasing the slick clench of your walls as you fell apart around him. He was relentless—fucking you through it, into it, against it.
“Take it, baby—take it all,” Hajun grunted, slamming into you so hard the bedframe rattled, your knees slipping on the sheets with each thrust. “I told you I’d break you.”
Wooin moaned louder under you, hips grinding against the mattress like he was humping the sheets while he ate you out like it was his last meal.
Hyuk’s jaw was clenched now, head tilted as he watched your cheeks hollow, throat swallowing around him again and again. He didn’t speak—just groaned low in approval as he finally started thrusting a little harder, shallower but faster now, finally chasing his own edge.
And Vinny—
Vinny let out a shaky breath as your fist moved around his length, precum smearing over your palm. “Fuck… I’m not gonna last,” he confessed, voice breaking.
No one answered.
The only sounds in the room were the wet slap of skin, low curses, the rasp of moans and breath and the creaking of the bed under all of you. You were somewhere in between—completely used, completely gone, and yet, your body was begging for more.
Summary: You walked in on them beating their meat.
Tags: Fluff, Childhood Friends, Suggestive
a/n: it won by a landslide TT_TT hehe it's a little rushed since it was originally a drabble i wrote! but i tweaked it a little! sorry it took so long than i promised @owenight i fell asleep and there was no electricity when i woke up lololol
You’d known Wooin for as long as you could remember.
Back when your parents’ drivers idled in matching black sedans outside your overpriced kindergarten, through the stiff, rule-choked years of elementary school where everything was neat, polished, and suffocating.
Even when he started acting out in middle school—becoming the kind of trouble other parents whispered about—you’d never really drifted.
Now, with all that prim upbringing long behind him, you still found yourself in his apartment more often than you should. You liked to call it a habit. Truth was, it was just… Wooin.
Which is how you ended up in his hallway, frowning at the unnatural quiet. No background music, no clatter from the kitchen, no trash talk through his headset.
Just… stillness.
“Wooin?” you called, stepping over the inevitable pile of sneakers dumped by the door.
You slid your bag onto the counter like you always did, still listening for any sign of life. Nothing.
The deeper you walked in, the more it felt like stepping into a snapshot mid-chaos—hoodie slung over the couch, shirt abandoned by the coffee table. You bent to grab it, smoothing it on instinct before folding it over your arm.
And that was when you noticed the faint glow coming from his bedroom—door slightly ajar from where you can see it down the hall.
You just rolled your eyes with a soft sigh.
Didn’t think much of it because Wooin was careless with privacy in his own home like that—you’d walked in on him gaming, sleeping, or just lying around more times than you could count. So this time wouldn't be any different.
Or so you thought.
But when you pushed it open, your breath hitched. Freezing up as the nagging you were about to unleash got stuck in your throat.
Eyes on him.
There he was, sprawled in his chair. Head tipped back just enough to bare the line of his throat, one hand wrapped tight around his cock, the other braced on his thigh. Headphones hung half-off one ear, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded and locked on his monitor—where the porn blared, loud and wet.
Your brain stuttered, froze. The scolding you’d been ready to unleash got lodged somewhere in your throat. You didn’t even breathe for a second, heat shooting up your neck before your mind could catch up with what your eyes were seeing.
“W–Wooin—?” It tumbled out of you small and shaky, a warning, a question, a plea to erase the last three seconds.
His head snapped toward you instantly.
The look on his face—half startle, half oh-shit—was almost enough to make you back away. His eyes wide, hissing under his breath, and for the tiniest fraction of a second, he looked like he was going to scramble, cover himself, slam the door in your face.
But then his gaze locked on yours—and he didn’t look away.
Something about it—your wide eyes, your stunned expression, the way your mouth had fallen open—seemed to snap whatever restraint he had left.
His breathing hitched hard, his shoulders tightened, and his jaw flexed like he was biting down on something obscene. His hips gave one slow, shuddering jerk, and his head fell back again with a low, choked curse.
You saw it—saw him—spill over his fist, thick and messy, his chest rising and falling sharply as the obscene sound of it filled the quiet between you.
Your face flamed, your stomach flipping so violently you thought you might be sick. You turned halfway, hand flying up like it could block out the image searing itself into your head.
“Oh my god—!” you squeaked, your voice climbing high, breathless and panicked. Your knees felt weak, like just standing here was wrong.
You heard him inhale sharply, exhale slowly, before the room dipped into a silence so heavy it made your pulse pound louder.
Then—of course—it was him who broke it.
“…Fuck—fuck I really came.” His voice was rough, still riding the edge of what just happened.
“Have you ever heard of knocking?!” he groaned.
Your head whipped toward him, eyes wide, scandal coloring every inch of your face. “I didn’t think you’d be—doing that!”
He glanced down at the mess coating his hand, then back at you, smirking like a criminal caught red-handed. “What’d you think I do in here, princess? Knit sweaters?”
“You’re disgusting!”
“Yeah?” His smirk spread slowly and cocky. “Your face says otherwise—you’re blushing like you just saw your first dick.”
“I’m not—!” Your voice cracked and betrayed you instantly, and the grin that pulled across his face made you want to throw something at him.
You spun toward the hallway. “I’m leaving!”
The scrape of his chair made your pulse spike, bare footsteps padded after you.
“Oh no, you don’t get to just walk away after that,” he drawled, close enough now that his breath ghosted your ear.
You squeaked, stumbling forward. “Wooin—!”
“Relax,” he said, voice dropping to something that was both teasing and absolutely a problem. “Since you interrupted… maybe you should help clean up.”
Your head whipped toward him. “WHA–Stop! If you touch me with that I SWEAR—!”
“Oh?” His grin sharpened. “Little mess too much for you, princess?”
“That’s not a little—!”
He laughed so hard he bent slightly, still standing way too close, his boxers riding low enough to be a crime. “God, you’re fucking cute when you’re scandalized.”
You bolted, shoving past him, nearly tripping over your own feet as you beelined for the door.
“Next time,” he called after you, tone sing-song and wicked, “I won’t waste a drop!”
You grabbed the first thing your hand touched on his counter—a pen, maybe, or a screwdriver—and chucked it at him without turning around.
“You’re such a jerk!”
It clattered harmlessly against the floor, his laugh chasing you all the way down the hall. You didn’t look back, but you didn’t need to—you could hear the smirk in every single step until the elevator doors closed.
Hyuk's a psycho.
You’d known that for a while now—and hell if you cared. Because truthfully? He’s just a dumbass with an unhealthy passion for cycling, which sometimes feels like the most dangerous combination this earth could cough up.
It wasn’t unusual for you to swing by his place unannounced every few days, just to make sure he hadn’t landed himself in jail yet or finally kidnapped some poor stranger because he decided they “looked fast enough to race.” The odds weren’t exactly in your favor.
“Ugh—how many times have I told him to stop leaving his stupid keys under the doormat?” you muttered, fishing them out and letting yourself in.
The quiet hit you immediately—not the peaceful, cozy kind, but the weird, empty stillness that always clung to his apartment. Not surprising, considering Hyuk was basically a cryptid; if he wasn’t doing his part-time job or loitering around the crew for underground races, he was dead to the world in bed.
“Hyuk!” you called, dumping both the keys and your phone on his coffee table with a clatter. “I told you to stop leaving your keys under the mat! Your dumbass is gonna get robbed one of these days!”
Silence.
Not even a grunt from his bedroom.
You rolled your eyes, already shoving your hoodie halfway off as you made your way down the hall, ready to tear into him about his complete lack of self-preservation. Kicking his door open, you had that very specific frown on—equal parts annoyed friend and overworked babysitter—
Only to completely blank when it actually swung open.
Because—there he is.
By the bed.
Earphones in. Phone in one hand.
Cock in the other.
For a second, your brain didn’t quite register the scene. The hum of moanings from his earbuds was faint, his head tipped back against the wall, the lazy motion of his wrist so unbothered you almost wanted to punch him for it.
And then his eyes flicked open, slow, like you’d just interrupted the most casual Tuesday activity of his life.
“...You gonna stand there gawking, or close the damn door?”
You finally snapped back to life—cheeks heating so fast you almost felt dizzy, which you immediately masked behind your sharpest frown.
“It’s eleven. In the morning. WHAT THE fuck are you doing?!” you hissed, eyes darting away from his still-angry dick like it might burn holes into your corneas.
Hyuk groaned—not the embarrassed kind, not even the caught-red-handed kind. No, it was that lazy, put-out noise he makes when something interrupts his nap.
“What, I can’t get horny in the mornings now?” he muttered flatly, shoving himself back into his boxers with all the care of someone tying garbage bags.
He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck like you were the problem here.
“I literally come here to make sure you haven’t committed a felony yet and THIS is how you greet me?!” you snapped, pacing at the foot of his bed like a scandalized babysitter. “Do you know how traumatized—how mentally scarred—how tainted my innocent soul is now?!”
He just blinked at you, clearly not sharing your sense of urgency over your corrupted purity.
“I wasn’t even done,” he grumbled under his breath, standing with a stretch like you’d interrupted him mid-TV show.
“Don’t you say that like I’m supposed to feel bad for walking in on—”
“—You literally barged into my house,” he cut in.
You threw your arms up. “I knocked! Your dumbass left your keys under the mat again! Of course I’m gonna check on you! What if you were dead?!”
Instead of replying, Hyuk reached out and—without breaking his flat, bored expression—gave you a single, almost brotherly pat on the shoulder.
“There, there,” he said, voice utterly devoid of sympathy. “You’ll be fine.”
It was only when both your eyes drifted—at the same time—to the exact hand resting on your shoulder that the air between you froze.
You stared at him. He stared back.
“…You didn’t,” you breathed in horror.
His mouth twitched, just barely, like he was considering lying but decided it wasn’t worth the energy.
“Welp,” he said simply, retracting his hand. “My bad.”
You screamed—
Lunging for him before you could think better of it. Your arm hooked around his neck in a messy headlock, dragging him down to your level while he laughed under his breath, the sound annoyingly amused.
“Apologize!” you demanded, tightening your grip.
“That’s not how apologies work,” he said, voice slightly muffled but still aggravatingly steady.
Then, because he’s Hyuk and his brain is wired for chaos, he tilted his head enough to murmur, low and deliberate, “Y’know… if you wanted to choke me, you could’ve just asked.”
You froze for half a second—long enough for him to smirk—before tightening your hold to the point he actually coughed.
“Not that kind of choke!” you barked.
“Sure,” he rasped, still somehow sounding like he was enjoying this.
By the time you let go, you were out of breath from yelling, he was out of breath from being an ass laughing, and the smug look on his face made you want to put him right back in that headlock again.
It wasn’t anything special, really.
It was just something you do sometimes—when your mother ends up making too many side dishes, or when she wants you to go share some of the fresh lettuce from your grandmother’s over to some of your close neighbours.
And Hajun’s family just happened to be one of them—close enough that you’ve practically grown up together, playing in the same streets and occasionally having dinner over at theirs, or vice-versa. Especially now that he’s in a little tight spot these days, having to take care of his two younger brothers when their parents dipped out.
Their house wasn’t that far, just a house away from yours—and not very secure either, considering they barely close the gate—but it’s not like that matters, considering Hajun’s known for being…protective, and very much capable of defending their home.
So you barged in, a basket full of freshly washed radish in arms, ducking slightly as you stepped through their gate—calling out intrusion and immediately noticing the quiet. His brothers should be out, in their own schools, but Hajun should be home around this time.
“Yo?” you called, standing dumbly in their living room. “Hajun? My mom wants to give some radish, come get it.”
But you were met with nothing—no answer, no rustling, no footsteps that could be his. So you walked further, walking straight to the kitchen to place it by the table and glancing around—the place is clean and neat, there’s a covered dish by the stove. He should be home.
And your conclusion was proven to be true when you heard a deep grunt from one of the bedrooms right by the corner—the one closest to the living room, the room you knew Hajun took over recently.
And maybe that should’ve been the sign for you to walk away, to leave, to get the fuck out—but no, you didn’t.
Instead, you walked up to the bedroom door, face still the same carefree one you had when you broke inside their house for some radish delivery—hand turning the knob with casualness you’ve grown for them throughout the years.
And the door opened in a careful push, along with your head as you poked inside.
“Hey—you okay in there?”
And God.
God, you should’ve walked away.
Because there he was—sitting on the edge of his bed, one hand gripping his phone, earphones dangling around his neck… and his other hand wrapped around himself. Moving. Slow, then fast, then slow again. Brows furrowed, lips parted, chest tight with every breath, and from the faint tinny moans coming from his phone—you didn’t need a degree to know what you’d just walked into.
The world went silent.
You froze. He froze.
The only thing moving was the ceiling fan.
Then the porn cut off with a sharp tap of his thumb, and Hajun moved—snapping forward to cover himself, his ears going bright red.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” he barked, voice breaking halfway between anger and panic.
“…My bad,” you said faintly, closing the door like you’d just stepped into the wrong changing room at the mall.
You barely made it three steps before you heard him scrambling—pants yanked up, shirt pulled over his head, stomping after you.
“W-wait—hold on!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” you screamed, whipping around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. “HAJUN! YOU—YOU PERVERT!”
He stopped dead when you dropped like a sack of potatoes onto your knees in the entryway, clutching your head like you’d just seen a murder scene.
“Oh my god—oh my god—” Your voice cracked, your breath coming in shallow bursts. “My eyes—Hajun—I’m tainted forever—I saw your—” Your voice broke entirely, devolving into pathetic hiccups.
“Oh for—” He crouched in front of you, trying to pull your hands away from your face. “It’s not that serious.”
“NOT THAT SERIOUS?!” you wailed, the sound bouncing off the walls. “I watched Doraemon with you! I made you soup when you were sick! I—I saw your baby pictures! And now—now—” Your voice went high and trembling. “Now I’ve seen your thing—”
“That’s what you’re freaking out about?” He sighed, rubbing his face like he was already exhausted. “You act like it’s a cursed object or something—”
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” you shrieked when his hand landed on your shoulder.
He blinked. “…Why—”
“THAT’S THE SAME HAND!” you accused, pointing at it like it was a loaded weapon. “THE SAME ONE! I’M GONNA PASS OUT—”
“Don’t be ridiculous—”
But you were already swaying forward, face pale, breath shallow like your body decided the only logical escape was unconsciousness.
“Hey—hey, don’t you dare faint in my house,” Hajun said quickly, catching you by the elbows before you could topple sideways.
You groaned, weak and dramatic. “I’m gonna need therapy.”
“You need to chill,” he muttered, but his grip stayed steady. “Seriously, you’re acting like I held a gun to your head—”
“WORSE,” you gasped. “You held—that—”
His mouth twitched, like he was seconds away from laughing. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m pure!” you sobbed.
“You’re delusional,” he corrected, but softer this time, setting you back upright.
And that was when his hand brushed yours again.
The same hand.
You froze. He froze.
Your eyes dropped to it like it was some cursed relic, then slowly climbed back up to meet his.
“…Don’t,” you warned, your voice barely more than a whisper.
“I’m not dirty—” he started, almost defensive.
“SHUT UP!” you exploded, jabbing a finger at him like a priest about to perform an exorcism. “YOU WERE BEATING YOUR JUNK LITERALLY TWO MINUTES AGO!”
The sheer conviction in your voice must’ve carried, because you immediately keeled over onto his floor in dramatic despair, clutching your head like you’d just survived a war crime.
He just stood there, staring down at you, your accusation clearly lodging itself somewhere deep in his brain. His jaw worked once. Twice. And then—
“…Was my dick that ugly?” he asked in quiet defeat, the words falling like a confession at a funeral.
You wailed even louder, curling in on yourself, because—God help you—it wasn’t ugly. It was so stupidly pretty you’d rather stab your own eyes out than admit it out loud.
Vinny’s a jerk.
But he’s a jerk you care about—so even if you know he’s just going to insult your cooking (with that unimpressed, deadpan delivery of his) before inhaling every last bite like a starving animal, you still find yourself showing up at his place with whatever questionable culinary creation you whipped up after spending way too long scrolling through random recipes online.
And it’s not like he actually told you to stop.
Okay—technically, he did. Affectionately. With a light bonk to your head and a muttered, “Quit wasting ingredients on me, idiot.” But that’s basically Vinny-speak for “I’ll keep eating it, thanks.” The man is allergic to gratitude, so you’ve learned to translate.
Which is why you’re here now, skipping your way down the familiar cracked sidewalk to his place with a pot of pasta balanced carefully in both hands. The pot’s still warm through your fingers, steam puffing up to fog your glasses for half a second as you hum some nonsense tune under your breath. You nudge his squeaky gate open with your knee, a small grin tugging at your mouth like you do own the place.
You glance toward the front of the yard, eyes catching on the lone bike leaning against the wall. No cluster of extra tires, no mismatched helmets—none of the other hummingbird crew’s rides. Good. His friends must be out, leaving Vinny to either nap, sulk, or channel his inner assholesery in peace before work.
The air smells faintly of oil and detergent, that mix of clean clothes and bike grease that’s so him. The living room light’s on, curtains half drawn. You can hear something faint deeper inside—either the low drone of a TV or Vinny muttering to himself.
So—you kicked the door open.
“I’ve come bearing gifts!” you announce dramatically—
—and then your brain just bluescreens.
Because apparently, his surprise is a lot more… vivid than yours.
The first thing you register is the messy futon on the floor.
The second is the very obvious state of his lap—cock flushed and angry in his hand, mid-stroke.
The third is the moans blaring from his phone speaker, obnoxiously loud in the dead quiet of the room.
His face is caught between pleasure and pure panic, eyes squeezed shut, jaw tight. For a good three seconds, neither of you moves—you frozen in the doorway with your stupid grin still plastered on, him frozen like a criminal caught under a spotlight.
He finally twitches—snaps his phone shut like he’s slamming a vault door, shoves himself back into his pants with too much force, and just sits there. His ears and cheeks are burning red, and he doesn’t even bother opening his eyes.
“I’m gonna count to three,” he grits out, voice low like he’s hanging onto dignity by a thread, “and if you’re not gone from my doorstep, I’m hanging you upside down from my ceiling.”
You blink.
“…Does this mean you’re not hungry?” you blurt before your brain can stop you.
His head snaps toward you so fast you swear you hear his neck crack.
“ONE.”
You squeak, stumbling back—your heel smashing into the shoe rack and sending a sandal flying. The pot wobbles dangerously in your hands, the lid rattling like a warning bell.
“Wait—! I didn’t— I wasn’t—!” you stammer, taking another step back—straight into the edge of the doorway, which jabs into your hip hard enough to make you yelp.
“Two.” His voice drops even lower, the kind of calm that says he’s one second away from combusting.
“I just wanted to feed you!!” you whine, shuffling sideways like that’ll somehow get you out faster.
In your scramble, your elbow clips the doorframe, the pot nearly tips, and in your desperate attempt to steady it—you trip over your own foot and bonk your forehead right into the post outside.
You ended up on the ground, pot a lot safer than your behind had been.
The pain shot up at once, from your forehead and your hips—making you sniffle an, “Ow!”
That’s when he stops. You can almost hear the sigh deflating out of him. He drags himself up, muttering something under his breath you’re 80% sure is “Fucking dumbass—,” disappears for a second, then reappears with a damp hand—clearly just washed—and a small box of bandaids.
Without a word, he slaps one onto your forehead like he’s sticking a label on a jar.
You blink up at him, still holding the pasta like a peace offering.
“I-I’M LEAVING—”
He takes it from you without looking at your face, shoulders tense.
“Inside. Sit. Eat. Shut up.” His voice is clipped, almost bored, but the tips of his ears are still red.
Then, as he turns toward the kitchen, he tosses over his shoulder, “Say one word about this and I’ll hang you upside down ‘til your brain leaks out your nose.”
the sabbath crew taking care of you on your period.
➪ includes : hyuk, joker, vinny, wooin. established r/s, fluff, maybe ooc, not proofread.
➪ a/n : for my lovely @dzvelinaskebiyars 🤍 hope youre feeling better these past few days, thank u for requesting luv u teehee
hyuk kwon
— this man literally tracks your cycle like a hawk (mentally by the way, and its scarily accurate).
— at first he was clueless on why you kept expelling blood every month, he thought something was genuinely wrong with your body.
— but everything you tell to him once stays in his head forever, and that's when he learnt you needed more than just a "get well soon" during your period.
— your favourite snack you mentioned once, but was seen eating it often? he bought like too many packets of those when your period started.
— thank god he's laid back, those people give the best cuddles in my opinion.
— it's that quiet confidence, like he knows what he's doing, and is good at it.
— loves patting your head and playing with your hair, soothing you to rest in his arms.
— trust me, during these few days, he's not leaving your side physically to give his utmost attention to you.
joker/hajun
— this man gives me such girl dad vibes, he'd be the best caretaker among the four of them.
— he's super gentle and careful with you, almost as if you'll break at the slightest discomfort.
— he does not play about you at all. whatever you need, you will get it.
— but that one time when you asked him to buy your usual pads on video call with him was kinda funny, he was so clueless in the aisle.
— he loves tucking you by his side like you're a doll, his big hand resting on your bottom to steady you.
— heating pad? no need, he's your heating pad; your source of comfort through his big, warm hugs.
— sometimes he likes wrapping you like a burrito in your blanket.
— you know that warm, fuzzy feeling you get that just courses through your body? that's what you experience when you're secured beside him.
— lets you trace his arm tattoo whenever you're bored in his embrace.
— however he's the worst joke teller of all time if you ask him to entertain you.
— but somehow, it's still funnier than anything else in the world.
vinny hong
— the most practical guy ever it's almost annoying.
— lets you steal his adidas jackets that are huge you; you're almost drowning in the fabric.
— will toss you a packet of painkillers and tell you to deal with it (lovingly, of course), without knowing it's the first day of your period.
— but along the way he notices the small details; how you're quieter, more sensitive and tired.
— he doesn't baby you. instead, he's like a pillar of support, reminding you to eat and drink water regularly.
— you dislike this sensible side of him, even though it does the job well.
— however, he catches you off-guard as he brings in a huge bag of your favourite goodies, period products, and even a plushie as a surprise for you.
— with that unreadable expression, yet soft eyes, he sits beside your curled-up form on the couch and pats your hair smooth.
— he's like this just because he doesn't want you to fret about his worryness for you.
yoo wooin
— promises that he tones down his playful antics when your period comes (big fat liar).
— he just wants you to be comfortable during these few days without any stress.
— he knows you'll be in bed most of the time, so he stays on a call with you whenever he's not around in person.
— but when he's here, expect to be touched almost the entire time.
— face? caressed. cheek? poked. nose? booped.
— he can't get his hands off you, but at least his annoying touches distract you from your cramps.
— oh right, and expect a full-on tummy massage from him.
— he remembers how you always have a scented diffuser switched on whenever you need to relax, so he bought your favourite essential oils just in case it runs out.
— will talk about the most random shit with you. exhibit A:
— "babe, what happens if you bleed from your ass too?" like excuse me?
— your sugar cravings spike, so he always buys lollipops for you (more like for him), your favourite flavour of course.
— still annoying, but at least he makes these few days bearable to get through for you.
Summary: the most random thing you do and suddenly he has an urge to kiss you
A/N: I was needing an excuse to write Hyuk after seeing the recent chapter feat. the pic below 😔
Hyuk:
It’s primal. An instinct that tells him it’s either now or never. You’re only applying lip balm using one of those squeezy-tubes like normal. But for some reason, the way you place it today awakened something inside him. Eyes wide and glowing as they stay trained you, taking in how you smear the balm side-to-side to further make your lips fuller and glossy. Intrusive thoughts enter his mind; what it tastes like, if it’ll tint his lips, and most of all, how you would react. And who is he to stop himself to get what he wants?
“Okay, what do you think of this-”
His hand slides under your chin to gently tilt your head back as he looks at you half-lidded. He observes how your expression morphs from shock to shyness while keeping his lips locked on yours.
Too bad it doesn’t last a full minute, letting you go so you’d regain the breath that literally got stolen out of you while also not wanting to hear you complain like last time how your neck hurts.
While you recover, he takes the moment to swipe some of the balm off his lips with his tongue.
“Oh my- you tasted it, didn’t you?” Your temper leaves, laughing instead at how confused he looks, unsure what to make of the rich fragrance coming from it yet tasting like nothing and making his lips sticky. He’s sure to find out later on that it also tints his lips when he tries to get it off only to receive a strange look and a question if he had recently been into make-up by Wooin (to which he ends up placing it down on his list of never-to-do-again once you send a selfie photo you took after the incident, his lips what you describe as more healthier and plush).
Wooin:
His pupils dilates, trying to take in the whole sight while covering the lower half of his face with a hand so he could hide the matching, manic grin. He’s seen you multiple times rolling your head to relieve all the tension that builds up from all the “stress” you accumulate when hanging out with him. Yet, he’s suddenly hyperware how exposed your neck is, the two areas in particular being the crook of your neck and nape.
“You really need to stop teasing the other teams. Like, what if you mess with the wrong team?” Your eyes stay closed, continuing your self-care routine without realizing the expression he’s making.
He takes this as a chance, humming with half-hearted “yeahs” as he quietly gets up and approaches you from the back. Then, once he’s gotten close enough, he wraps his arms around you which finally gets your attention. But unable to wait, he uses his hand to turn your head towards him. His eyes narrow in glee at your face flushing, your eyes fluttering close in acceptance after pressing his lips against yours.
Knowing that he’s already pushing and can’t go any further, he breaks away after a few seconds. He has to admit, it’s a first for him to feel extremely satisfied with this short of a kiss. But after looking down, he’s reminded that it’s worth it as he smirks at the steam coming out of your head, the roles reversed where it’s now you covering your face with both hands.
“Aw babe, did you get shy from a kiss?”
“Just… shut up.”
He, in fact, doesn’t and continues to tease you until you end up completely fed up and start ignoring him. Hence his bad mood when he meets the rest of the team, snapping at Hyuk when he guess right that he managed to piss you off again.
Joker:
It’s just food, specifically a crumb from a corn dog. All it does is simply stay on the corner of your lips while you happily take more bites from your food. Yet he’s having to gulp, throat suddenly becoming parched and dry. He doesn’t blame you for not noticing the change in his gaze, cold-steel morphin into molten metal as he continues to look at you. He wishes that you did though, then it would’ve made things a bit easier for him and not feel as guilty to what he’s about to do next.
“This is so good! Where did you find this place?”
He’s careful not to scare you as he places both hands on both your cheeks gently, using a thumb to swipe the crumb off while trying to maintain the bit of self-control he has left.
“Hajun?”
And that does it.
Leaning down, he closes the gap between the two of you. It’s not passionate or overwhelming but sweet and heart-warming in a way where he’s telling you that he loves you unconditionally without words. His eyes closed while yours gradually shuts, the kiss brief yet fulfilling for him, where there’s a hint of a smile on his face from you pressing your face against his chest while returning his hug back afterwards.
He didn’t appreciate getting caught in the act by his siblings of all things when he gets home with a bag full of snacks he promised he’d get them only for the youngest to ask why he was squishing his face against yours. Nor does he know how to feel when it’s the older one of the two that plays damage control only to scold him to be more mindful of showing PDA.
Vinny:
It’s your smile. He loves how you smile, whether it’s from laughing or simply for no reason. It means that you’re happy.And with how you always happen to do so whenever you’re with him, it gives him emotions he never knew he was capable of feeling and wants to disappear.
So when you happen to see matching phone straps being sold at those small vendor carts, you smile.
“Look, Vinny! Aren’t these cute?”
It’s the same smile he’s seen multiple times. Pairing that with the sparkles coming from your eyes, it gives soft vibes. So when did he become the type to want to kiss someone out of cute aggression?
“Yeah, sure.” There’s strain in his voice which you brush off as his usual shyness when he’s making fists, trying to hold himself back. After all, it’s a first for him and completely out of character for him to feel this way. The last thing he needs is to take you off guard and do something he’ll regret-
“See? Wouldn’t these look great?” You raise the phone straps with their respective couple’s charm up by your face.
It takes the pressure and embarrassment away having seen the vendor owner leave for a bit when he tilts his head down towards you. One hand on your cheek, his lips are softly on yours, only to move away as soon as he places them on you.
The vendor owner mischievously grins when he comes back, looking back and forth between his expression and yours.
“Ah, young love.”
At least he gives each of you a discount, though Vinny does die on the inside as the old man wouldn’t stop talking about his “good ol` days” when he and other older folks would date.
A/N ~ haven’t written smut in a while so I hope these are good! Joker’s is separate because I’m too lazy to write it 🏧. I’ll write it later!
Hyuk ~
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You had just raced against your rival’s team, almost winning until the very last second Hyuk the man you can’t stand jumped from a rooftop landing his bike in front of yours. You race it out to the finish line but he takes the win. “Shit” you say under your breath taking your helmet off. Now your team will be disqualified in league of street after losing to Sabbath after you’ve all worked so hard. Hyuk takes his helmet off walking towards you but you take your bike and push past him.
You didn’t feel like dealing with his smart mouth but he found a way to deal with yours. While the next race with Monster and Ghost crew had started Hyuk had you behind the bathroom building on all fours. One minute you were arguing with your rival and the next he had his cock down your throat you never thought he’d be bold enough to want to do it in public. As you’re sucking him off you recall how he got you on your knees for him in public.
After you had pushed past him heading to change out of your sweaty uniform he had followed you trying to get a reaction out of you. Since you and become rivals he loves to follow you around and get you worked up you can’t stand it. “Losing another race to me again” you hear him say from behind you. “Fuck off” you spat out angrily walking faster to hopefully lose him. He only walks faster behind you. Finally making it near the bathrooms to change you’re suddenly being pulled behind the building.
“Hey let go where are you taking me” you ask him while you both finally arrive at the back of the building. He grabs you by your chin pulling you face to face with him while rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “You can drop the act, we both know how much you like my cock” he coos with a smile on his face. Your jaw is dropped “not in public” you say shyly pushing his hands off you. “Why are you so shy all of a sudden?” He asks. “You weren’t that shy when you were screaming my name last night” he adds.
You slap him on the shoulder and he only laughs at your reaction. “Hyuk, what if someone hears you or sees us?!” You say worriedly. He takes a step closer to you cupping your face in his hands “relax babe, they’re all occupied with the race, they won’t notice I promise” he says while rubbing your cheeks gently with his thumb. “Ok but if we get caught it’s all your fault” you say. “I’ll gladly take the blame” he replied. He leans down whispering in your ear while taking a strand of your hair and playing with it. “You know you looked so hot while racing, do you have any idea what you did to me?” He asks.
Your heart is racing in your chest he always finds a way to leave you speechless wheter you’re racing or fucking. “Got nothing to say? Then I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” He says while helping you to your knees in front of him. You help him out of his pants pulling his underwear loose letting them fall to the ground meeting his discarded pants. He wasn’t kidding he was definitely hard and precum was leaking from his tip. You make eye contact with him and lick the tip of his cock tasting his precum.
His breath hitched as he watched you licking his precum. When you lock the underside of his tip his hand reaches for your hair wrapping it around getting a good grip. “Open your mouth for me, baby.” He says. You do as you're told, opening your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out for him. He thrusts into your mouth slowly rolling his hips trying to find a perfect rhythm to ride out his high. The sudden fullness in your throat has your eyes watering.
You brace yourself holding his thighs. He throws his head back against the brick wall behind him groaning as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. The low moans that leave his mouth turn you on your panties were so soaked they were sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You let out a low moan and feel his cock pulsating against your tongue letting you know he’s close. His thrusts slow down a bit and he pulls himself almost completely out of your mouth stopping at the tip to fully thrust back in.
The action makes you gag, earring a small chuckle from him. You can see his abs twitching and the sweat dripping down his toned stomach. His climax ripples through him like a shockwave flowing into your mouth. Gasping “You can take it, swallow every last drop” he says in between breaths. You swallow and hum while tasting him, pulling out your mouth with a semi loud pop. He helps you to your feet but your legs are a little shaky so you brace yourself on his shoulder. “See told you we wouldn’t get caught” he says while you roll your eyes. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you next” he says pulling you into a kiss.
Wooin ~
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You're waiting with your brother's perverted best friend whom you don’t get along with. You cross your hands over your chest and sigh loudly wanting him to hear you. “Why did I have to wait with you?!” You say out loud. “Joker told me to keep you safe while he takes care of business” he says with a grin. You turn to face him looking into his yellow tinted glasses “thanks but I don’t need your protection and I wasn’t talking to you” you say while looking at him as if you hate him.
Truthfully you do hate him you hate how attractive he is and he knows it too. You hate that he’s your brothers friend and that you’d do anything for him to fuck you right now. Out of respect for yourself and your brother you’ve never made a move. He’s known as being a playboy and you don’t want to get your heartbroken over good sex. “That look in your eye when you’re pissed off turns me on” he says while sticking his split tongue out catching you off guard.
You sighed out of frustration not being able to take how sexually frustrated you were. “Wooin” you call his name while walking over to him deciding to test the waters. “Yes?!” He asks. “Would you fuck me right now?” You ask him. He chokes out a laugh and his eyes grow wide at the question you just asked him. “You didn’t just ask me to fuck you with that innocent look on your face” he replies. You gently take hold of his arm, batting your eyelashes up at him.
“Please I need you” you say hoping to convince him. He didn’t need convincing he’s been wanting you all to himself since Joker introduced you two. “I’m sorry love as much as I’d love to we don’t have time” he says making you frown. “I think we have enough time for you to suck me off” he says immediately your sad expression is replaced with a smile. He laughs at your reaction “get on your knees” he says while fumbling with his belt you can see the huge tent in his pants making your mouth water.
You giggle at him struggling he swears he could’ve cum right then and there he finds everything about you attractive. You help him undo his belt by pulling his jeans down. He takes his cock out of his underwear, pumping it a few times. “Open your mouth” he says you follow his order, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out while looking up at him. “Fuck” he whispers whike slowly thrusting in. You begin bobbing your head up and down on his length trying to take all of him.
“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says letting out a small chuckle at how eager you are to take him. You continue sucking on him, hollowing your cheeks. His jaw falls slack open letting out a soft moan. You clench around nothing when you hear it. You moan around his cock “Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He says, smearing your drool into your chin with his thumb.
Wooin’s phone vibrates in his jacket pocket and he answers the call. “What’s up?” He says. “Yeah I’m with her she’s ok” he adds while you continue bobbing your head on his length. “You’ll meet up with us in about five minutes?! Ok she says she can’t wait to see you” Wooin says while winking at you. “Alright bye~” he says while hanging up on your brother. The thrill of getting caught had Wooin coming instantly. You swallow every last drop of his slightly sweet tasting cuk without even being told to.
You continue sucking on him even after you swallowed all his cum. “Shit you really love drinking my cum, don’t you?” He says. He pulls out with a loud pop fixing his jeans and underwear in a hurry while helping you to your feet. You feel dizzy, your mind is filled with nothing but filthy thoughts wanting nothing other than for him to bend you over and take you right here and right now you don’t even care if your brother would see.
You pull him into a quick kiss swirling your tongue intertwining it with his split one upon hearing the approaching footsteps. You pull away and take a few steps back from him while wiping your face. Thankfully your brother didn’t see the kiss you just shared with his best friend. “Thank you for keeping her safe while I was busy,” Joker says. “She kept me in great company” Wooin replies, making you roll your eyes. “Hajun would kill him if he found out” you thought to yourself.Hajun ignores Wooin comment walking ahead of you two and Wooin whispers telling you he’ll sneak in your room to give you a second round.
I love your sleeping habits with sabbath crew and a small part of me wonders how they'd adjust their sleeping habits for their partner who has insomnia...
It definitely stresses me out more knowing i want my partner to sleep even if i can't and not want to disrupt their routine, so it can be a point of angst there <3
I feel like sabbath crew is extremely green flag (joker, sometimes vinny) or red flag (hyuk and wooin mostly) 💀💀
xoxo 💐 🤟
SNOOZE⋆｡°✩
sabbath crew and how it would be sleeping with reader with insomnia⋆｡°✩
(A/N=heyyyy sorry for being late, super sorry if I messed it up or if its not what I had in mind...also sorry I couldn't make it angst :( )
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WOOIN⋆｡°✩
-At first, Wooin brushes off your tossing and turning as just another victim of endless doomscrolling. He’ll smirk, scrolling his own phone while teasing, “Girl, you’d fall asleep faster if you stopped scrolling TikTok.”(he's doom-scrolling too btw)
-But one morning, when he wakes up groggy at 4 AM to pee, he finds you sitting up in bed, eyes glassy, staring at the ceiling like you’re trying to will yourself to sleep. That’s when he realizes ts serious.
-He quietly slips beside you, tugging the sleep mask from his nightstand and pressing it gently over your eyes. “Try this,” he murmurs, then carefully wraps you up in the thickest blanket he owns, cocooning you like a burrito.(he breathes in your ear right after)
-When that doesn’t work, he switches tactics—pulling up a low-fi playlist and humming softly, letting you lay your head on his chest. You can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, and sometimes that rhythm is the only thing that keeps the silence from swallowing you whole.
-Some nights, while he’s managing his shady business in the next room, you sneak in and sit beside him. Without a word, he hands you a pen and a scrap of paper. You doodle aimlessly as he works, the scratch of your pencil grounding both of you in the stillness.
-Wooin’s a surprisingly thoughtful insomniac partner(my goat)!he stocks the kitchen with every herbal tea that promises sleep, though you’ve explained it’s never that simple. Still, he keeps trying because seeing you wide awake pains him in a way words can’t capture.
-In the quiet hours, when the world outside feels paused, he loves staying up with you. There’s something sacred about being the only two souls awake — a secret shared in the shadows.
JOKER⋆｡°✩
-Underground fighting has trained Joker to handle exhaustion, but insomnia? ooohhhh that’s a different beast. The first time he catches you awake at 3:47 AM, restless and silent, he’s at a loss.
-He settles beside you on the couch, keeping the lights dim and his phone’s glow muted. He scrolls quietly, sharing the silence so you don’t feel alone in the dark abyss.
-One night, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, you’re curled up with tea, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Without a word, he pulls you up and says, “Come with me.” You follow him out into the empty streets where the cool night air feels like a balm for your overworked mind.
-He leads you through slow laps around the neighborhood, the steady rhythm of footsteps helping to burn off the restless energy crowding your head.
-Sometimes, he shows you shadowboxing moves — not to fight, but also to push your body just enough so sleep sneaks in like an unexpected visitor.
-When he realizes it’s not about forcing sleep, but making the awake moments softer, he shifts his approach. Back inside, he pulls you close on the couch and runs his fingers gently through your hair, the soothing touch working like a lullaby.
-If sleep still evades you, he won’t let it be a lonely struggle. He’ll coax you into the kitchen, cooking up late-night snacks while humming quietly. “At least you’re not alone,” he says, voice thick with tired affection, “I’ll lose sleep if it means you don’t have to.”(awwww)
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-Hyuk’s presence during your insomnia is something else entirely—equal parts unsettling and oddly comforting. The moment you say you can’t sleep, you realize he’s been watching you for minutes, lying there with that intense, unreadable stare.
-He won’t push you to rest....instead, he hooks a finger around yours and refuses to let go. It’s almost possessive—like he’s anchoring you in place, making sure you don’t drift away into restless wandering.
-If you get up to pace, he silently follows, leaning against the doorway with arms crossed, eyes tracking your every move.
-His weird, catlike antics start to come out — batting at your phone, dropping random trinkets in your lap like gifts, sprawling across your legs so you can’t leave the bed.
-When you’re too restless, he pulls you down beside him, murmuring about “wasting energy” and trying to tangle you up in his limbs until you’re forced to surrender to stillness.
-He’ll keep your mind busy, too, asking strange, deep questions that poke at your thoughts until your brain finally feels worn out enough to give in.
-Sometimes, he’ll quietly kiss your knuckles, fingers intertwined under the blanket, his touch grounding you in the swirling storm of your thoughts.
-And when your eyes finally close, you can feel his smug satisfaction, like he’s quietly claiming victory for helping you find peace.
VINNY⋆｡°✩
-okay he'd really try alright...
-Vinny’s a mystery to your insomnia—he falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow, so at first, you’re left awake, watching him sleep like a peaceful island amid your storm.
-But he’s not oblivious for long. If you shift too much or sigh too loudly, his half-asleep body instinctively pulls you close, draping you across his chest as if claiming you from the restlessness.
-You might be wide awake, eyes tracing shadows on the ceiling, while he mumbles nonsense in his sleep about ramen, his bike, or things that make you smile in the darkness.
-His limbs lock around you—arms and legs tangled so tightly you don’t have a choice but to stay still. Oddly, that snug, trapped feeling soothes your racing mind.
-When you finally admit you can’t sleep, he’ll mumble, “Don’t worry… I’ll sleep for both of us,” before slipping back under the waves of dreams.(HE'S HALF ASLEEP GUYS)
-His steady breathing becomes the soft anchor that finally pulls you down into the same peaceful sleep you’ve been chasing all night.
-He then wakes up guilty asf since he just slept like that while you were struggling with slumber .
- Tries researching what to do for you(bro is stressed out for both of you).
-Warms up milk for you to drink every night after,and starts forcing you to be tired hours before bedtime.
