#jongseob fanfic

[luvs4koo]

things p1harmony say to you during sex

⋆˚࿔ pairing: ot6!piwon x fem! reader ── warnings: 18+ content , p in v, dirty talk, implied anal. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ requests and taglist open.

note: first time writing piwon. lmk what you guys think :) hope you enjoy

keeho

“good girl baby, you take me so well” he said as he had you bent over the bed face down ass up holding your hands behind your back as he gives you backshots. you had your head in the pillow trying to muffle your moans. “nuh uh, i wanna hear the pretty sounds you make while im in you.”

he then started thrusting into you at a faster pace with his eyes focused on the way your ass bounced against him. “love watchin the way your ass bounces.” he smacked your ass a few times.

you couldn't help it as your moans grew louder with each thrust, the sound muffled only slightly by the pillow. you knew the other members could probably hear even with music playing but it felt so good. he tightened his grip on your wrists pulling you back to meet his movements causing you to moan out more then you already were.

“that’s it baby. let me hear how much you love this.” he cooed. you found yourself pushing back against him. craving more of the delicious friction he was creating.

theo

theo had you on your back in the backseat of his car with his legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you with no mercy. he had already made you soak the backseat of his car. he was repeatedly hitting your g spot on purpose making you scream out his name “t-theo too much!” you barely got out.

“sorry princess pussy feels too good.” he chuckled. “i love watching the way your pretty little cunt makes a mess on my cock.” he leaned down giving you a sloppy kiss. “look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it.” he groaned , his rhythm never faltering.

“this pussy's mine, isn't it? say it.” when you didn't answer right away, he gave a particularly sharp thrust that made you gasp. “i said, say it. tell me who this belongs.”

he leaned down with his chest pressed against you as he whispered in your ear. “you're so fucking tight, gripping me like you don't want me to ever leave. don't worry baby, i'm not going anywhere. not until i've filled you up and you're dripping with me.”

his words made your walls clench around him, earning a deep, satisfied chuckle. “yeah, you like that don't you? you like when i talk about claiming you, about marking you as mine.” that alone made you a moaning mess.

jiung

you and jiung were alone together in the dorm. not often do you get alone time with your boyfriend since he lives with five other guys. he could come to your place but you lived with three other girls as well so it was somehow easier for you to come to his.

it wasn’t that often that you guys got to be intimate with each other with both of your busy schedules and his roommate. so you guys always took advantage of the alone time that you rarely got.

“always look so pretty when i’m inside of you.” jiung cooed as he fucked himself into you in missionary while you were in his bed.

you arched into him whining as he pulled back to tesse you. the tip barely brushing your entrance before he slid back in. “jiung—fuck.” your voice cracked.

“say it again. say my name like that again.” his thumb circled your clit while his other hand gripped your hip. “you know how bad i fuckin’ love hearing you beg? sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”

intak

you were bouncing on him as he laid back on the bed. your nails digging into his chest as you took him deep. the wet slap of skin filling the room. intaks hands was everywhere.— gripping your waist, squeezing your ass. everything.

“fuck you’re riding me like you’re tryna break me princess.” he chuckled voice rough as he smirked. “should of known you’re a menace when on top. wonder who taught you that hmm?”

you rolled your hips grinding down just to hear him groan. his head topping back. “shut up and fuck me intak.” you gasped when his fingers suddenly pinched your nipple. the sharp sting making you clench around him.

“oh now you’re quiet.” he chuckled darkly. his hand reaching up to choke you. “guess i’ll have to make you scream instead.” his hips snapped up meeting your movements. “that’s it baby.” he said as you let out a loud moan.

his slip down to your ass spreading you open as he fucked up into you. his eyes locked on where you were taking him. “damn look at you. so pretty when you’re stuffed full of me.” his fingers teased your entrance gathering the before circling your ass just a hint of pressure enough to make you squirm. “one day, baby gonna have you begging for this too.”

soul

the mirror was fogged around the edges, steam from your own breathing mixing with the stale air of the cramped bathroom. your hands were braced against the cold, damp porcelain of the sink, knuckles white. soul was behind you, a solid wall of heat and sweat, his body still humming with the adrenaline from the stage.

“look at you.” soul grunted as he toyed your clit. “all spread out for me right here where antone could walk in. you like that don’t you? you like being a dirty little whore.”

his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him as he pushed inside with one slow, deep stroke that stole your breath. the stretch was intense, a perfect, burning pressure that had you moaning.

“fuck, you're so tight.” he hissed, his fingers digging into your flesh. "taking me so good. been thinking about this pussy all night. every song i performed, i was thinking about being buried in it."

he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls. “that's it. take it. take every fucking inch.” one of his hands left your hip to wrap around your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you had to look at your own wrecked reflection in the mirror.

“keep your eyes open.” he demanded. “ watch yoursef get fucked. watched me ruin you.” he reached his other hand down to play with your clit feeling you clench down. “gonna cum on my cock in this dirty bathroom huh?”

“tell me who’s fucking you.” he groaned. his thrusts getting harder and deeper as he chased his own release. “say my fucking name, let them know who you belong to.”

jongseob

the second the dorm door clicked shut behind you, jongseob had you pinned against it. his mouth crashing onto yours like he had been starving. he pressed up against you, making sure you could feel how hard his cock already was. his teeth grazed your bottom lip, his voice rough. “missed you.”

you barely got a gasp out before he was spinning you around, pressing your front against the door, his body caging you in. his hand slid down your spine, then smacked your ass—hard. “hands on the door, baby. don’t move”

his fingers already working at his belt. you heard the clink of his zipper, then the sound of him spitting into his palm before his cock was hot and heavy against your thigh.

he pulled your skirt up more and pulled your panties to the side dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. “already wet for me baby?” he cooed.

“greedy little thing aren’t you.” he chuckled as he grabbed his cock teasing you by sliding it up and down your slick folds.

“seob don’t tease.” you whined pushing yourself back on him. suddenly he grabbed your hands pinning them behind you. “shut the fuck yup and take what you get.” he growled as he slammed into you no warning.

you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at his sudden movements. he slipped a hand onto your mouth. “shhhh. can’t have the boys knowing how much of a slut my girlfriend is.”

[wonubug]

FROM THE START ⭑ Kim Jongseob

017: Dinner In Saitama.

There was something comforting about dinner at Shota’s house — His mom had gone all out, the table filled with dishes that were fresh, the air carrying a mix of savory scents that should’ve made you hungrier than you actually felt. 

It felt like the kind of environment that made you want to behave and fix your posture, or to be a little more aware of your presence.

Which made it all the more unfortunate that you were embarrassingly late.

By the time you finally made it out of the room, everyone had already settled in, conversations overlapping easily as plates were passed around the table and seats had long since been claimed.

And the only one left — was directly across from him.

Cause of course.

You hesitated for half a second longer than you should have, just enough to clock the arrangement. Intak sat at the head of the table, mirroring Shota’s dad.

Dohoon sat beside Jongseob, already reaching for something on the table, while Haerin was seated across from him and beside your vacant spot, smiling politely at something Shota’s mom had just said.

There was seriously no avoiding it, so you took the seat.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You muttered under your breath, leaning slightly toward your brother as you settled in. You could feel Jongseob’s gaze on you almost immediately, but you kept your eyes down, focusing on adjusting your place at the table instead.

Intak glanced at you, tilting his head with big eyes and an almost too-innocent look. “His mom insisted on letting you sleep,” He said quietly. “Don’t worry about it.” Then, after a beat, “But how are you feeling?”

You glanced down at the table, taking in the spread of bowls and plates neatly arranged before looking back at him. “Way better, actually.”

You smiled faintly, your stomach giving a small, impatient grumble as you glanced over the rest of the table. There was more than enough to choose from—dishes laid out neatly, everything still warm—but your attention snagged on the stir-fried vegetables with pork sitting just a little too far out of reach.

Right next to him.

Your fingers tightened slightly around your chopsticks as you hesitated, the thought of speaking up feeling unnecessarily daunting.

But you pushed past it anyway, forcing yourself to just get it over with.

“Uh—Jongseob,” You called out, your voice just loud enough to reach him.

You felt Intak pause beside you, his movement stalling mid-bite as he slowly turned his head, eyes widening just slightly like he hadn’t expected you to say his name so casually.

Across the table, Jongseob’s head lifted just as quickly, the motion almost instinctive at the sound of your voice. His attention locked onto you without hesitation, like he’d been waiting for it without even realizing it.

You sucked in a breath before continuing. “Could you pass that.. please?” You asked, nodding subtly toward the dish beside him.

For a second, he didn’t move.

He looked at you for a split second as if he couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t long enough for anyone else to really catch it, but enough that it made your chest tighten slightly under the weight of it.

Then he blinked, like he was snapping himself out of it. “Yeah—” He said quickly, reaching for the dish without hesitation. He passed it across the table toward you, his hand lingering just long enough for you to take it.

“Thanks,” You said quietly, keeping your eyes on the dish as you set it down in front of you.

“Yeah,” He replied just as quietly. And that was it.

Okayyy dokay.

The rest of the table though felt normal. Shota’s parents were warm and attentive as they made sure everyone was eating. The conversation flowed around you in a way that should’ve made it easy to blend in. And you did for the most part!

But you were so painfully hyperaware of where he was, noticing when he reached for something and the way your eyes kept almost meeting before one of you looked away first.

Soon, you reached for the platter of pork skewers at the same time as Jongseob, your hands stopping just short of brushing against each other. 

The pause was brief, but noticeable, both of you pulling back slightly like you’d realized it at the exact same moment.

“Oh—” You started quietly.

“You can—” He said at the same time.

You let out a small breath, gesturing toward the plate instead. “You go.”

He shook his head once. “No, it’s fine.”

You didn’t push it any further, just reaching forward again and taking one quickly before sliding the platter in his direction. “Here.”

“Thanks,” He said, a little quieter now.

“Yeah,” You replied, already looking back down at your plate like nothing had happened.

You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on your food— until something else caught your attention.

Beside you, Haerin’s gaze dipped down toward her lap for a second too long before lifting again, her expression smoothing over as she nodded along to the conversation happening around her. 

It wasn’t obvious, not enough for anyone else to question it, but it was enough for you to notice.

And then, almost immediately after — Dohoon’s phone lit up beside Jongseob.

He glanced down before looking back up.

Your eyes flicked between the two of them, subtle but intentional now, watching as Haerin’s fingers moved briefly out of sight before she stilled again, her lips pressing together like she was trying not to react.

Dohoon’s attention dipped once more, his expression shifting just slightly before he set his phone down like nothing had happened.

You pressed your lips together, looking back down at your plate to hide it.

Everything was chill… right???

💌 from mika! okay so lowkey didn’t get to write everything what i wanted to BUT HEEEYYYY. i cut it here bc it was gonna be way too long so ill see u guys ch18, ok? Shut up. I’m sorry. i love u…. i didn’t rlly proofread this ok? I’m tired.

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[lxvemaze]

«» angel baby

part 2 of my LOVE AND ALL event

synopsis. after putting off taking your senior photos until the last minute, you need to find a photographer asap. luckily, your friend shota knows a guy who can help. pairing. photographer!kim jongseob x reader genre. highschool au, fluff warnings. literally none that i can think of. just pure short and sweet fluff wc.

a/n. idk if willow trees grow in korea, but like, it's fanfic so who cares? sorry this is coming out so late in the day, but it's still the 11th where i am, so whatever.

“I’m actually going to die.”

“But if you die, who am I going to talk about my Pokémon collection with?”

You and your best friend Shota were sitting in the back seat of your car in the school parking lot during lunch period, fast food burgers in hand as you aired out your troubles.

“Good point. But if I don’t find someone to take my senior photos before Sunday, I’m screwed.” You took a bite of your burger as you scrolled through Instagram, trying desperately to find someone with reasonable rates to take your photos.

“This is why we don’t procrastinate.”

“Don’t you have, like, fifty missing assignments?”

“I’ll lock in!” Shota whined, taking a big bite of his burger before resting his head on your shoulder, watching as you continued aimlessly scrolling through the local photography tag. “Why don’t you just ask my friend Jongseob if he can do it? He’s the one who did mine.”

“The one from your Nintendo club who walks around with his switch like it’s fused with his hands?”

“Yeah, he’s great. He stayed at my house last weekend and we watched the entirety of Indigo League together.”

You sighed, tossing your phone into the front seat, opting to continue munching down on your burger. “Sounds like a good time.”

“He has a film camera and he’s really good at taking pictures. He’ll make you look so pretty.”

“You telling me I’m not pretty already?”

“...Yes?”

You shoved the rest of your burger into your mouth with a roll of your eyes, tapping Shota’s head, prompting him to lift it off your shoulder, quickly scarfing down the rest of his own food. “Thanks for the recommendation, but I think I’ll keep looking.” You exited the back seat of your car, gathering up your trash to toss into the can by the school’s entry.

Shota trotted behind you, adjusting the Minecraft backpack he donned, the attached keychains jangling as he chased. “He’ll do it for free!”

You tossed your trash into the can before turning around to face your friend, his ever-present placid smile widening alongside his round eyes. “...What’s his Instagram?”

Thursday afternoon, you were sat at a park bench, waiting patiently for Shota’s friend to show up. You and him had been talking over the past couple days, and he’d agreed to come and take your senior photos at a local nature park for the low-low price of a chicken sandwich from McDonalds.

You turned to the sound of a young man calling your name from a few yards away. Jongseob didn’t have any pictures of himself on his Instagram- all of his posts being photodumps of pictures of friends and aesthetic places around town he’d taken on his film camera. He had a good eye for aesthetics, and his editing style was really pretty. You only vaguely knew what Jongseob looked like, having only seen him in passing, but you immediately could tell he was the one who called your name when you spotted the scrawny boy with the fried bleach blond hair jogging in your direction.

He said your name again as he neared you, his trusty vintage film camera hung around his neck as he shielded his eyes from the sun glaring down on the two of you. “I’m Jongseob! Shota’s told me all about you.” He stuck out his free hand, and you tentatively shook it, taking notice of the intricate rings decorating each finger.

“Has he really? That’s a…terrifying thought.” Jongseob giggled at your comment, his canines showing prominently as he grinned.

“Yeah, he never shuts up about you. Mostly good things though, don’t worry.”

“Great.” You sighed, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to straighten out any flyaways. “Well, I’m ready whenever you are. Shota says you’ll be able to make me look all pretty, so I’ve got high expectations for this session.”

“Well, that shouldn’t be too hard.” He mused as he squinted down at his camera, adjusting the settings in the bright sun. You were slightly taken aback by the off-hand compliment, but you elected to ignore it. He’s probably just the kind of guy that always says nice things like that. “Alright, follow me! I’ve got some ideas.”

You followed Jongseob as he began walking down the nature path that led into the thick forested area of the park, the sound of the river that ran through the center of it growing louder as the two of you approached. “Alright.” Jongseob clapped his hands together as he looked around the lush forest. “Can you go lean on that tree for me?”

“...Lean on the tree?”

“Yeah!”

“...Okay.” You tentatively walked over to the tree he pointed at and attempted to lean on it as instructed. Feeling intensely awkward about the whole thing and having no idea what to do with your hands, you placed them behind your back and looked back towards the photographer who was looking at you with a raised brow. “...Okay, you’re seriously going to have to give me more direction. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Sure! Do you think you can…um…” Jongseob took a deep breath, his hand coming to his chin in an inquisitive manner as he observed your uncomfortable stance. “Actually, do you mind if I like, adjust you?”

“Um…sure?”

Jongseob approached slowly, as if you were a deer he found in the forest. He gave you an almost apologetic smile as he gently adjusted your arms, giving your shoulder a slight push, prompting you to lean back into the tree. Maybe it was the way he was being so gentle and respectful with you, or maybe it was the fact that he smelled fucking amazing, but he was making you very very nervous. “Try not to be too stiff.” You jumped slightly as you heard his voice practically right against your ear. He gave you a brief confused look before he continued, “just try to look as natural as possible. I mean, like, try to pretend you’re not posing for a picture. But like, don’t move too much.”

You nodded as Jongseob returned to his original spot, looking you up and down before giving a satisfied nod at the way he’d posed you, and lifting his camera to his eyes. You were surprised to hear only one click of the camera before he nodded, satisfied, and urged you on to the next location.

“What…was that good?” You hesitantly asked as you hurried after him while he scouted out the next location.

“I mean, I won’t know how the photos will turn out until I get them developed, but you looked great.”

“Oh…” Your cheeks flushed for whatever reason. “Thank you-”

“How about you go sit in those flowers over there?”

“...Okay.”

The next two hours consisted of the two of you running all around the park for the spots with the best lighting as the sun made it’s way into the west, Jongseob poking and prodding at your limbs so assure you looked as non-awkward as possible, you attempting to appear as natural and pretty as possible, and Jongseob pulling all kinds of poses to assure he got the best angles possible.

“Okay…I think this is our last spot.” He clapped as the two of you walked to the old willow tree at the edge of the river. The sun was at the perfect spot, casting beautiful golden light onto the water, the flowers that littered the area appearing even more saturated in the sunlight.

“Better make it count.” Jongseob smirked at your comment, motioning with his hand for you to go sit by the tree. You’d been going at this long enough to understand what his non-verbal cues meant.

You settled down by the tree and looked out over the water, the quiet sound of the river flowing and frogs croaking in the distance could have surely put you to sleep if you’d stayed there long enough. A click brought you out of your peaceful mental space, and as you looked over in the direction of the noise, another click sounded right as you made eye contact with Jongseob’s camera.

“You’re not gonna pose me?”

“No…” Jongseob looked down at his camera, his voice quiet. “I think we’ve got it.”

“Like, we’ve got it, got it?” You stood from your spot, dusting yourself off, the damp grass sticking to your legs.

“Yup!” He replied, still not looking up from his camera. “I’ll bring the copies to school! See you tomorrow!” He ran off down the trail towards the parking lot before you could get another word in, leaving you utterly confused. What an odd guy.

“How was your photoshoot?”

You and Shota were in the back of your car again, your laptop settled on the center console between the two front seats, an old Adventure Time episode playing quietly as the two of you gossiped.

“I think it went okay? It was going really well, we were like, in the zone, we were vibing really well, and then he just kind of ran off. Didn’t even get to buy him that chicken sandwich.” Shota hummed as you relayed the events of the previous day, absently playing a mobile game on his phone as he listened. “I mean, I thought it was going really well. You know? Like, we were kind of talking and we actually have some stuff in common. He’s also like, really nice. And he smells good. Like, really good. And his hands are really soft.”

Shota’s fingers paused on his phone screen as he looked up at you with a raised brow. Your face went red at your friend's scrutinous expression, coughing awkwardly, you adjusted in your seat, folding your hands in front of you in an oh-so casual way. “I mean, not that any of that matters. He’s just…a really good photographer.”

“Uh huh…” Shota went back to his game, but the air had a layer of tension to it now. You sighed and settled into your seat again, leaning your head back on the headrest and closing your eyes.

As soon as the notification sound on your phone dinged you wrenched it out of your pocket as quick as you could. Your face unconsciously broke out into a grin as you saw the message from Jongseob as the top of your notifications asking you to meet up after school so he could show you the photos. You could feel your best friend’s eyes on you as you read the text with an absolutely smitten expression. Turning to Shota, you were met with a smug smirk and another eyebrow raise.

“Fuck off.” You scoffed, pushing his face away as you quickly typed out a response to Jongseob agreeing to meet him. “It’s nothing.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so. It’s. Nothing.”

You felt like you were in the midst of a drug deal as Jongseob pulled out the yellow folder full of photos and laid them on the hood of your car. You bounced nervously on the balls of your feet as he opened the folder. You were so certain that you were going to look absolutely atrocious in every single one of them.

Yet, your breath was taken away as Jongseob began taking out the photos one by one, laying them carefully on your car, his eyes flitting up to your face to catch your expression.

Every single photo was absolutely beautiful. Jongseob’s careful directions had managed to make you look so elegant, yet so natural. And the lens of the film camera made all the pictures look as though they had a gentle glowy filter over them.

“Oh my god, Jongseob. You’re amazing. They’re all so pretty.” Jongseob watched with a smile as your eyes ran over every photo, your expression absolutely astonished as you picked up the photo of you sitting by the willow tree, the golden light making your face look like it came straight out of a painting. 

“A photo is only as beautiful as its subject. So, I guess you’re right.” He let out a nervous laugh as your eyes snapped up to meet his. “Ignore that. I’m just glad you like them.”

“You know…” He looked back to you as you started, “I think I still owe you a chicken sandwich, right?”

“Uh…Yes?”

“So…Do you want to go somewhere? Like, not McDonalds?”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment. You were worried you might have overstepped a boundary, opening your mouth to apologize before you were cut off by a nervous giggle.

“Thank god you asked. I never would have been able to make the first move.” Jongseob ran his hands through his hair in disbelief, the grin on his face showing off his perfectly imperfect teeth.

“Do you want to go right now?” Jongseob smiled at your ask, shyly kicking the loose asphalt at his feet before nodding, his hands nervously fondling the yellow folder in his hand.

“Sorry, I have a hard time looking at you. I just think you’re really pretty.”

Your mind blanked as Jongseob began gathering up the photos and hastily shoving them back in the folder. “Okay! Let’s go!” He hopped in the passenger seat of your car, leaving you shaking your head, a smile on your face as you watched him through the window grinning to himself.

The sun was starting to lower on the horizon, casting a golden glow on your car, and illuminating Jongseob’s hair in an almost halo-like effect. You thought he looked like an angel. And as he looked up at you through the window, he was thinking the exact same about you.

[hyuukas]

hiiiii if your requests are still open can i ask for soft sappy make out sesh with jongseob?

sorry for the delay, i hope you like it!!

bf!jongseob who shows you the songs he’s been working on in his studio. maybe at first he lets you sit on his chair but ofc you end up on his lap.

“i really like this one, seob. maybe you could add those… um… pum pum sounds?” you would say. “pum pun sounds? you’re so cute” and then his grasp on your waist would only get tighter and he would kiss the crown of your head.

you’d stare at him, admiring his pretty face and his precious smile, to then wrap your arms around his neck and gently kiss his lips.

“wait” he’d tap your thigh to get you to stand and make you straddle him; he grabs your waist and kisses you again, feeling you smile against his lips.

the minute you pull on his hair and deepen the action, you both could feel the heat on your faces, his ears visibly red when you pull away, giggling softly. your fingers in his hair and his on your hips, almost leaving marks.

“jongseob, are you done with-“. well, you weren’t expecting intak to enter the room so suddenly.

[sxfterhearts]

convenience store comfort: a jongseob headcannon

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ non-idol!jongseob x angry + tired!y/n ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff, seob and y/n aren't together (yet), reader is angry (!!) and jongseob is there to comfort her + calm her down <3 mentions of alcohol and late night CU shenanigans

♡ word count: 1.8k words, all dotpoints, lowercase and no punctuation intended (+ weird formatting grrr)

♡ author's note: a lot of people requested for jongseob. idk whether its bc im perfectionistic but im not 100% happy with this, so i will defs do another one soon to do him and your requests justice (╥ ᴗ ╥)

♡ a song to listen to: just dont know it yet, new hope club

//

you and seobie were dance class partners since you were in kindergarten :))) omg imagine little seob and little you jamming to songs – so adorable

you had your regular weekly meetup with the dance crew to go over some new choreography and jam to some new songs recommended by your crew members

the moment you entered the dance studio and locked eyes with jongseob (who was doing his regular warmups on the floor) he could already tell something was up

your hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, glasses resting crookedly on your head, sleeves rolled up unevenly - as though you just emerged from a hurricane

as you approached jongseob’s corner he lowkey panicked

he could see your eyebrows were scrunched up and your lips formed in an adorable pout - too adorable for him to keep a straight face, so he just muttered softly under his breath, “long day?”

you plopped down onto the floor next to him, immediately collapsing into a heap. you laid down with your head resting close to his lap, and arms and legs spread out, staring up at the ceiling. “couldn’t be worse,” you replied irritatedly.

the rest of practice went by in a blur - you could barely keep up with the moves - instead opting to linger at the back next to jongseob

you were trying to subtly copy his moves, but was promptly called out by your leader for slacking off and forgetting the moves from last week

by the time everyone vacated the studio, it was safe to say that you were pissed. and so done with life.

“should we go to CU?” jongseob asked, careful, as though he was walking on eggshells around you - unsure when you were about to explode.

“let’s go” you replied without even looking at him, snatching your bag off the ground and turning promptly on your heels, already making your way out of the studio.

“hey!! wait up, y/n!”

it became a tradition to grab snacks from the CU downstairs after difficult dance practices

it all started in high school, when jongseob was devastated after losing a dance comp and you tried to cheer him up by buying him every single flavour of gummy candies on offer 

(it didn’t really work, but when jongseob chewed on the pillowy soft bits of peachy goodness whilst staring at the funny faces you pulled to cheer him up, he could feel his tired heart begin to warm up)

“what do you- oh.” he was about to ask what you wanted, because it was his treat (by tradition: the person who is in charge of cheering the other up would pay), but the words caught in his throat when he followed you around the CU, leading him straight to the alcohol section – it mustve been pretty bad if you were reaching for the sojus

“are you having some?” you asked, without turning your head. you inspected the variety of alcohol on offer, and quickly settled on two bottles of unflavoured soju when he squeaked an affirmative yes in reply.

you quickly trotted over to the pouch drinks section and picked up the peach ade flavour without much deliberation, knowing that itwas jongseob’s favourite flavour, and two packs of peach gummy candies on the way to the counter (jongseob blushed because you remembered..)

he whipped out his card, paid for the drinks and snacks, and followed you like a little duckling to the bar seats by the windows

safe to say, after downing one whole bottle of soju (with barely any peach ade), you were a blubbering mess

“that.. that stupid, stupid, argh!!!” you munched furiously on the gummies, biting off their little heads first before chomping on their little bodies (jongseob almost felt bad for them) “why is he so incompetent?!”

you were referring to the new guy you were training at your workplace. initially jongseob was unsure how to feel about your newest colleague, especially after harbouring a silent, unrequited crush on you for the longest time. but his worries were quickly squashed after hearing you drunkenly curse out this guy’s name, followed by a string of… colourful words

“is it not common sense to… turn.. turn off the steamer after steaming the milk?? or to wipe spills, when you knock over,” you paused to hiccup, “a cup?” another hiccup

an adorable quirk of yours was that you started to hiccup if you drank or ate anything too quickly. jongseob handed you an opened bottle of green tea to slow down your drinking.

“i.. i mean! cmon! he’s so dumb!” you continued your little monologue, arms gesturing wildly - to the point that jongseob had to hold your hands steady and lead the bottle up to your mouth to make sure you were drinking something that was non-alcoholic.

“drink slowly,” he reminded you in an even tone. he kept trying to maintain a neutral expression but he had to admit that you were kinda funny in this drunken state, cute and frustrated

you hummed, listening to him as you stared at him with big eyes, gulping slowly. his adam apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed himself, feeling somewhat self-conscious now that your attention was completely on him

“why are you like this?” you asked after a few sips, suddenly looking like you were sober again

“like… like what?” jongseob asked nervously, like a deer caught in headlights - scared that he did something wrong.

“like this…” your pointer finger came up to poke his chest, and he felt his heart pound under your touch. 

jongseob just stared at you, confused

“just.. just like, you always… you take care of me so good…” you mumbled, finding the prints on his big oversized t-shirt very fascinating all of a sudden

now it was jongseob’s turn to widen his eyes - was this just the alcohol talking? he forced out a nervous laugh. “yeah, you’re always getting in trouble, so i always have to be there for you”

“yeah but, why?”

“cos…” jongseob looked away. between your finger on his chest and your gaze on his face, he couldn’t possibly look at you anymore without blurting out something he might regret. “cos.. youre you, and i’m me, and i’ve known you forever, and we always look out for each other” he began to nervously toy with lid of the soju bottle, unknowingly shaping the metal bit into a heart… “plus im not doing anything, you’re just letting out some steam”

“i get…” another hiccup “i mean i get that.. b-but like…” you paused, raising your open palm in front of his face to steal his attention. “like…”

he understood what you meant immediately and wordlessly poured a few peach gummies into your hands, his own larger ones coming to hold yours tenderly while doing so scream!!

you chewed slowly while in deep thought “like..”

“finish chewing first, y/n..” jongseob reminded, half-teasingly and half-seriously, worried that you might choke

“like! like… ah…” you sighed exasperatedly, taking a big gulp of green tea. you looked like you were solving a math problem in your head, which was concerning, because jongseob knew how much you hated math

“what are you trying to say exactly?” he couldnt help but to laugh at you. there were only a handful of times where he’s seen you get this drunk and every single time it ended up like this - you trying to have a coherent conversation with jongseob and him just playing along with your drunk antics

“seriously? i have no clue.” you said, defeated. with a big exhale, you extended your arms on the table and rested your head on top of it, facing him. you pointed at him again, as he watched you intently. “jongseob.”

“hmm?”

“it’s a disaster”

“what is? your day? i know that already - you just spent the past hour explaining that to me”

“no, well, y-yes, but no…” you trailed off, fingers wiggling accusatively at him while you scrunched up your nose. adorable, he thought. “it’s a disaster.” another hiccup

“why??? y/n, maybe it’s time we get you home…”

“no seobie, dont want to.” you shook your head and body violently in response. “want to stay here with you!”

jongseob felt his entire body tingle with warmth and slight embarrassment, because no way you meant it like that… no way, this is unrequited love after all, right? 

“seobie…” you looked at him, eyes filled with emotions jongseob can’t really figure out. was it a pleading expression? or were you asking for something? he wasnt sure - but one things for sure - he would give you anything you wanted

“...yeah?”

“can you… can we just stay here for a bit? im tired…” you reached out for him with grabby hands, and he complied easily - after all, he would give you the world

your hands gripped tightly to jongseobs, as you started another round of monologues, “you know, sometimes… sometimes i think i just need someone to listen to me. you do that really well. and its like when i tell you about what bothers me, the worries… they just…”

“...disappear?” he finished for you, squeezing your hand in response. he couldnt help it - his neutral facade broke. at the start of the night, he was a little scared and unsure of what to expect. you were hard to read when you were emotional. but now, sitting here next to you in the 24hr convenience store, one bottle of soju and two packets of peach gummies deep into the night, he felt the corner of his lips turn upwards. after all, he would always go along with whatever you wanted

“yeah.” you smiled at him, eyes blinking slowly, as though you were about to fall asleep. after a while, you felt the fatigue seep into your bones and overtake your entire body, and succumbed to its temptations. 

you shifted in your seat to get comfortable and snuggled into jongseob’s arms like a body pillow, pulling him closer and closer to you. it was a slightly awkward position for jongseob, and he could feel the pins and needles starting to prickle on his limbs, but then, after a moment of silence, you muttered something under your breath.

“what is it? do you need something? is it uncomfortable?”

you giggled, his response so characteristic of him. he was always doting on you, always making sure you were alright, always ready at your beck and call. it gave you more confidence to repeat your words: “jongseob, i think im in love with you”

the poor boy nearly choked on air - but held it in so as to not compromise your position. “you… you what? what?”

“i love you, jongseob.” you said, cracking one eyelid open. just to prove your point, you brought his hand to your lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand, and then with the accuracy of a tipsy person, you pushed his hand towards his lips.

“there. we kissed, indirectly.” you said, satisfied with yourself, bursting into another round of giggles. 

jongseob, ohmygosh, he didnt know what to do. his brain shortcircuited and he just sat there, letting you laugh at him while the tips of his ears turned bright red

[minhosbitterriver]

🫐 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 ( p1harmony )

❛ In which you undergo a profoundly personal transformation with the support of your doting boyfriend, Jongseob.

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 + trans boy reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 6 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Definitely at the very top of my favorite pieces I've worked on, it was so incredibly self-indulgent (I'm masc non-binary, for context). Am I the only one who gets insane gender envy whenever I look at him? Anyway, this piece was requested by my wonderful 🩷 Anon! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! Enjoy! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Y/N recently came out as a trans guy, Jongseob cuts your hair, non-sexual partial nudity, Jongseob helps you put on your new trans-tape, mentions of anxiety and relief, extremely soft fluff.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

꒰ 🫙 ꒱ ミ Tip Jar!

Your formerly long hair lies scattered on the bathroom floor, a silent testament to the transformative act that has just taken place. The once familiar cascade of locks is now a mere memory, replaced by a new, lighter version of yourself. Your gaze meets the mirror, and you are confronted with an image that is almost foreign yet curiously comforting. There is something soothing about the new reflection, a symbol of change and renewal that resonates deeply within you.

Jongseob stands behind you, his presence a steady anchor amidst the sea of change. His eyes are soft with a mixture of care and concentration as his fingers navigate through your wet hair. He holds a pair of scissors with a gentle grip, every snip measured and deliberate. The usual meticulousness he brings to everything is evident in the way he trims your hair, his subtle anxiety betraying his desire for perfection. It’s clear he wants this moment to be as perfect for you as it is significant, his love and attention to detail blending seamlessly into his every movement.

On your bed, the brand new roll of trans tape he’d ordered online sits untouched in its packaging. It is a tangible reminder of the heartfelt surprise Jongseob prepared for you after you confided your greatest secret to him. The gesture, though seemingly small, carries a weight of emotional significance—a symbol of his unwavering support and the deep bond you both share. It is a testament to his understanding and acceptance, a touching affirmation of his commitment to stand by you through every step of your journey.

As Jongseob finishes the impromptu haircut, a grin spreads across his face, reflecting in the mirror. His hands gently scrunch up your freshly cut hair, molding it into soft curls that will dry into a new shape. The satisfaction in his expression is palpable, his pride in the results evident as he admires his handiwork. The moment is imbued with a sense of shared triumph and intimacy, a celebration of not just a physical transformation but the deepening of your relationship—a bond that has grown stronger through vulnerability and trust.

“What do you think?” Jongseob asks, his voice floating in from a realm that feels almost distant compared to the whirlwind of emotions you are experiencing. The question hangs in the air, mingling with the sound of your pounding heart, which feels as though it might escape from your chest at any moment. The change in your appearance, marked by the dramatic reduction in your hair's length, has an almost liberating effect. It feels as though a heavy burden has been lifted, replaced by a newfound lightness and freedom.

As you turn to face Jongseob, your face lights up with a smile that seems to stretch wider than you ever thought possible. It’s a genuine, unrestrained expression of joy and relief, radiating across your features with an intensity that is both beautiful and profound. The act of hugging Jongseob tightly becomes a physical manifestation of the immense gratitude and affection you feel for him. It’s a silent thank you wrapped in the warmth of your embrace, a way of conveying the depth of your emotional release and the significance of his support.

In that tight hug, you find solace and a shared moment of triumph, your new look symbolizing not just a change in appearance but a step towards embracing a truer version of yourself. Jongseob’s presence, so close and reassuring, anchors you in this moment of personal victory, making it all the more meaningful. The joy and relief you feel are mirrored in the closeness of your embrace, a tender affirmation of the bond that strengthens with each shared experience.

The remnants of your once long hair lie scattered across the bathroom tiles, a silent testament to the transformation that has just taken place. As you peel off your shirt, revealing your bare torso, you feel a sense of liberation. The act of shedding your clothes, like the shedding of your hair, symbolizes a deeper release, an embrace of your truest self.

Jongseob is absorbed in the task of unwrapping the trans tape, his voice a soothing murmur as he explains the proper way to use it. His words flow continuously, a gentle reminder of his care and dedication, but your focus drifts with each step he takes closer to you. The proximity of his presence is comforting, though it makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the fluttering emotions within you.

Every now and then, Jongseob steals a kiss on your cheeks and jaw, each touch tender and affectionate. The gentle press of his lips against your skin makes you giggle, the sound light and joyful. He carefully tapes the fabric onto your chest, his movements deliberate and attentive. You watch him through the full-length mirror you own, observing the way his expressions shift with concentration and care.

By the time Jongseob finishes his task, you are overwhelmed by a surge of emotion. The euphoric difference the tape makes is almost too much to contain, and you find yourself pushing back tears. The sight of your new appearance, paired with Jongseob’s loving attention, brings an intense wave of relief and happiness. The emotional weight of the moment is palpable, a mixture of joy and gratitude that touches the core of your being.

“You look so handsome,” Jongseob whispers into your ear, his breath warm and intimate against your skin. He stands behind you, his arms encircling your waist in a loving embrace. As you catch glimpses of him through the mirror, his eyes are alight with a depth of love and admiration that makes your heart flutter uncontrollably. The intensity of his gaze and the sincerity of his words make it impossible for you to maintain eye contact, and you find yourself looking away, overwhelmed by a soaring sense of joy.

Without waiting for a response, Jongseob moves towards your bed, where your carefully chosen outfit lies neatly. He picks up your brand new shirt with a sense of purpose, his movements smooth and deliberate. As he helps you put it on, the sight of your chest appearing flatter and more aligned with your true self fills you with an overwhelming emotion. The change is profound, and the reality of it tugs at your heartstrings, causing tears to well up uncontrollably.

Jongseob holds you close, his words a gentle, repetitive murmur that reassures you of his pride and admiration. “I’m so proud of you,” he repeats, each phrase infused with genuine affection. As he kisses the side of your head repeatedly, the touch of his lips is both soothing and affirming, reinforcing the bond you share and the significance of the moment. His tender embrace and heartfelt praise become a sanctuary, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and validation as you navigate the depth of your emotions.

As you finish dressing, you find yourself captivated by your new, masculine appearance. The reflection in the mirror reveals a transformation that feels both affirming and exhilarating. Your gaze is interrupted when Jongseob excuses himself into the bathroom, carrying his familiar backpack filled with spare clothes. The wait feels interminable, each minute stretching into what feels like an hour as anticipation builds.

When Jongseob finally emerges, the sight before you brings tears to your eyes all over again. His long blond hair has been styled into whimsical space-buns, adding a touch of playful charm to his look. He’s applied white mascara and a hint of blush, enhancing his features with a subtle yet striking glow. The pink sunglasses perched on his nose add a splash of color and fun. He wears a black and white striped sweater, its distressed holes lending it a well-loved, worn feel. Completing the ensemble is a long, flowy black skirt that swirls gracefully with each movement.

Jongseob’s grin is a mixture of excitement and nervousness, a reflection of his own emotional journey. As you take in his transformed appearance, you feel an overwhelming surge of affection and admiration. You rush to embrace him tightly, the hug conveying a depth of emotion that words alone cannot capture. “You look so beautiful,” you tell him, your voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

His cheeks flush with a rosy blush at your compliment, the effect of your words visibly touching him. The warmth of his blush and the radiance of his smile combine to create a moment of shared joy and mutual admiration. The connection between you is palpable, the exchange of affirmations deepening the bond you share and celebrating the beauty of each other's true selves.

With both of you ready, you set out for a nearby park, the anticipation of the evening adding a lightness to your steps. The park, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, provides a picturesque backdrop for your picnic. You find a cozy spot on the grass, spreading out your blanket and settling in.

As you begin to enjoy the picnic, the conversation flows effortlessly between you. There’s a natural ease in your dialogue, a comfortable rhythm that makes the moments feel both intimate and joyous. The simple pleasure of feeding each other blueberries becomes a delightful ritual, the small, sweet bursts of flavor adding to the sense of shared contentment.

The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the park. The soft light reflects off Jongseob’s face, highlighting his features with a gentle radiance. Each laugh and smile is amplified by the serene setting, the beauty of the moment enriched by the perfect harmony of your company and the tranquil surroundings.

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[annajolee]

Does anyone have jongseob p1harmony x black reader fanfics? Fluff or angst or anything angst? If not can someone please write a college themed fic with seob and black reader. Where seob is a film major and black reader is an English major and they bond over books and movies. Like black reader prefers reading books instead of watching the movies to them and seob prefers watching the movies instead of reading the books to the movies. And I think seob and black reader have a playful argument where they go back and forth to which is better. And like they have like this “date night” and Seob wants to watch a movie to a book black reader had read and she's like rolling her eyes the entire movie saying how stuff in the movie doesn't match the book at all. And seob playfully wacks her in the face with a plush mellow telling her to just enjoy the movie and black reader tells him, he has to read the book since he's making her watch that God awful film against her will. 😂

I think a bonus is where seob makes a short film for black reader asking her to be his girlfriend. 😭

Please someone write this. 🥹

[luvs4koo]

why are your lips spicy - jongseob

⋆˚࿔ pairing. jongseob x fem!reader

⋆˚࿔ synopsis. in which you kiss your boyfriend with lip plumper on.

⋆˚࿔ warnings. jongseob is dramatic, kissing.

⋆˚࿔ requests and taglist are open.

author note: something i thought of :o lmk if you guys like more shorter drabbles like this. this was fun to write

your boyfriend was gaming in his room, and you were bored out in the living room.

so a little idea popped into your head to prank him.

you had just gotten a new lip gloss the other day anyway. so it was perfect.

it was a lip plumper.

you got up off of the couch and headed into the bathroom where you had your makeup at.

and you grabbed your lip plumper.

you applied a few layers making sure he would be able to feel it on his lips.

you couldn’t help but giggle as you finished applying it.

you walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where your boyfriend was. “hi seob.” you said softly.

he was sat back in his chair focused on the screen. you could hear the soft clicking of his keyboard and mouse as he played minecraft with his friend shota.

he took one side of his headphones and slid it off his ear. “hi princess. everything okay?”

you nodded as you looked at him. “i just want a kiss.” you pouted trying to make it not suspicious.

his raised his eyebrow. “a kiss? is that all?”

“yes?” you said looking at him.

from the headset, shota’s voice crackled through.

“seob if you die again i’m leaving the server—”

“hold on.” jongseob muttered rolling his chair toward you. “my girlfriend wants attention.”

he then grabbed your waist lazily and pulled you in, pressing a kiss to your lips.

jongseob slowly pulled away, his eyebrows scrunching together. “why is it spicy?”

you bit your lip tryinf to not laugh. “what do you mean?”

“why are your lips spicy?!” he said immediately rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand.

you couldn’t help but laugh. “it really worked!”

“you did this on purpose?!” he gasped dramatically “my lips are burning.”

from the headset, shota started laughing. “bro what happened?”

“my girlfriend poisoned me.” he said with a pout.

“it’s lip plumper!” you rolled your eyes playfully.

you wiped the gloss off of your lips and grabbed his face kissing him a few times before he tried to turn it into a makeout.

“HEY I’M STILL ON THE HEADSEAT!” shota laughed.

you pulled away from the kiss. “is that better you big baby.”

he nodded happily. “much better.”