If Vinny had a crush, you bet he would never say anything about it but his actions would speak loud enough.
Like how he carries yout stuff with a grunt, how he walks you home, and how he, just a little, is softer with you compared to everyone else.
He doesn't know how it happened himself, but he ended up waiting for your text almost every 10 minutes. Which he found weird, because he never really cared about online chit chats before.
He may not admit it but he's much softer with you, like using softer tone for example. He does it automatically, sometimes he doesn't even realize it.
But his blush gives him away the most! Whenever you are as much as standing too close to him, his cheeks are already heating up! (Sung teased him about it a lot)
It's also easy to notice his jealousy whenever he sees you with other guys. He acts territorial sometimes, goes quiet and sizes up a guy, observing him like a darn predator.
But if you confront him about it, he'll deny it. Him? Having crush? Nah, no way....right?
𖧷 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐎
Now Jay, especially in his nerd era, is just as much as tsundere as Vinny, just a bit less aggressive.
I'd say it's much, muchh harder to guess what Jay is thinking. Maybe his hard gaze will make you insecure, maybe you won't mind, but one thing for sure—you wouldn't know how he's thinking of you exactly.
He's good at keeping to himself overall, so it wouldn't be hard for him. And yet, he still wouldn't be able to resist stealing glances at you during classes, or when you are talking to another guy.
Jay doesn't really like helping others out in homework but you? Oohh he definitely would help you out in everything. In fact, he'd hesitantly offer if you need him to help you and silently would celebrate if you accept the offer:)
He would be such a BIG listener for you! You can yap about everything to him and he would genuinely listen.
Jay found himself remembering everything you mentioned about yourself. Why? He's not too sure. But what he knows is that, you're constantly on his mind.
𖧷 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
Owen definitely isn't tsundere. He would be much more honest about his own feelings for you than Vinny & Jay. But doesn't mean he can't get bit shy!
He's not afraid of you finding out that he has crush on you but he's terrified of your rejection. Yet, that doesn't stop him from flirting with you, winking at you, walking you home and hugging you.
I'm actually 100% convinced that this mf will have playlist of songs that reminds him of you. And he listens to them one by one, every single day, while imagining him and you together.
Your #1 fangirl frfr.
It's actually pretty easy to tell that he loves you. He's all smiley with you, soft blush resting on his cheeks, how he glares at every single guy that dares to talk to you—that's why he gets upset when you play oblivious to his feelings.
He makes sure his crew knows to don't fuck with you, or else they will have to answer him personally.
𖧷 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑
Now, Oliver IS shy. He's not exactly most honest about his feelings for you, but it still got obvious to Clover and Poel.
Oliver would be nervous around you, especially if you two are standing too close.
Oh but he'd be such a gentleman. Opening doors for you? Pulling out a chair for you? Walking you home? Giving you his jacket when you're cold? Consider it done, dear.
You wouldn't know but he scrolls down through your pictures on Instagram and spends almost an hour just admiring you, blushing at your suggestive photos and smiling at cute ones.
He quickly realized that he had crush on you. I mean, it was obvious that he couldn't stop thinking about you! You were always in his head, nonstop.
It got so pathetic that he had dream about you. He dreamt of you kissing and he has never felt so embarrassed before after waking up. Little did he know that he hoped it wasn't just a dream...
𖧷 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑/𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊
Joker? The infamous underground fighter? The literal destructive powerhouse? Having a crush???? He couldn't believe it either. I'm gonna be honest, he was kind of in denial and thought those feelings would just pass. But no! Oh he was so wrong.
He found himself thinking about you almost every single minute. Your smile, your smell, your beautiful eyes, your humor, your body—he genuinely thought he was going crazy.
He thought he was hiding his feelings well until Wooin and Hyuk found out. (He got teased to death, even blackmailed).
Joker would be strangely softer with you. Not all smiles and giggles, but his gaze would be softer and he would be much less vulgar.
Another gentleman. He loves how you smile at him when he opens door for you, or when you ask if he will be fine himself when he gives you his jacket in cold weather.
Your #1 guard dog. He punches all creeps away. But he tries to don't expose you to violence:3
But noo, he doesn't have crush on you, lol! He just can't help but touch your hair and put it back of your ear, he just can't help but stare at you like you're prettiest sight he has ever laid his eyes on, he can't help but blush when you touch him even slightly—totally not a crush haha!
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.”
Do you think Wooin, Joker, & Vinny are the type to love boobs ? 👀 loved the Hyuk one & I need more
18+
note # bro i should've wrote them all together but its aightt andddd 100% yes, they love boobs. so here's a difference between them!
here's hyuk's version :)
YOO WOOIN !
personally, i'd say the first thing that caught wooin's attention that led you both to be a couple is that you looked sexy in this one specific laced strap top with a deep U collar and your cleavage was displayed. when wooin saw you at night in the club, he swore that he stared at it for at least a minute before going back to drinking again
wooin LOVES looking at it bouncing
he either uses your boobs to sleep or abuse it as he thrusts his cock deep inside you :3 both works well to his liking
whenever you're lazying around and wanting to be close to him, he'd lay you over his chest on your back on the sofa, his hand traveling forward to knead with your tits. it can be relaxing, that you once had fallen asleep to it. and it can also be aggressive, that you were moaning his name repeatedly because of how good he rubs his finger over your buds
you don't tell me otherwise that if wooin had a bad day and you greet him with a hug in front of the door, he wastes no time stuffing his face between your big boobies and mumbling about what had pissed him off today.
like hyuk, if he has his arm around your shoulders he would tease you by groping your boob for one second before anyone sees in public.
wooin likes it veeeeeery much if you push your chest towards his face when you're giving him a ride on his dick 🥺
his hands would softly caress your whole body from your asscheeks to your boobs, kissing your jawline down to your tits as he drag his uniquely shaped tongue over it.
he knows you love it when he does that. bonus point if you're near your high he would teasingly quicken his tongue rubbing your buds and the cold piercing of his just can't seem to be enough for you :( so a round two sounds good!
he loves seeing the tip of your boobs pointing out. like really. he just likes the feeling when he drag his fingers over it, the tip just flick back up in its place. he said its cute.
if you're sleeping together, sometimes his hands would be placed under your shirt on one of your tits. its relaxing okay, he couldn't help it
JOKER !
this cutie is extremely inexperienced in relationships but he knows the basic.
and he has a favourite part of your body too! one being your eyes, two being your small hands and three being your boobs. yes. boobs. its placed three because its the least he pay attention to the most.
i would say that joker doesn't really care what your body proportions is. as long as your love is as big as he has for you <3
small or big tits, doesn't matter. but hey, just because your boobs is the least he pay attention to, doesn't mean its non existent to him.
rough days are unpredictable, joker is someone who rarely opens up but he, too would like to release the tension right? my boy just wants someone to hear his problems.
so ask him to sit back while you sit on him, playing with his hair and tracing his face tats as he speaks about his problems quitely :')
its not enough to just speak up about it. he feels like he needs to do something to finally relax.
so he gently cups your boob, pull you by your waist closer and stuff his face onto it. after that you'll hear a soft sigh of tension leaving his lips after a loooong day <3
"feels nice." he says, his lips leave a small peck on your skin as you giggle.
end of fluff. if you're having sex with him naked, expect to be softly treated. for some day, he does get rough with it. but if he's not, he'll hover over you, gently thrusting in and out of you while his face presses on your chest, leaving few kisses and love bites on your cute boobiess :3
he does sucks the tip of it. its like a cherry on top he says. because he simply likes the feeling of the bud being the last one to leave his lips as he pull it up, then it bounces back down, wet with his saliva 🥹
the size difference between your boobies and his hands are BIG. your hands are petite compared to his but your tits? its almost as big as his palm, so he likes to grope them softly.
HONG VINNY !
boii he touch deprived as fuhhh!!!
this means every part of you WILL be touched and if he thinks its not enough, expect to be pressed against his bare body as he desperately moans for how good it feels to finally throw his virginity card away LMAO
i think vinny doesn't really look on body that much. but if he really needs it, he will be extra touchy. it takes time for him to act that way. he's trying his best :')
when time passes and he can finally show his love languages to you without being embarrassed each second, vinny isn't afraid to ask for a hug and get turned on by the way your tits presses against his chest.
to be honest, i think he would probably thought its a stupid thing to feel about you. but damn?? he ain't never hug anyone before and the feeling of a woman's body against his sent his head into millions of thoughts.
oh and i couldn't agree more on the fact that vinny is not a mad dog in bed because he has never even shared a bed with a woman before.
so... his shy manners never will fade away. even when he told you he likes how your tits looked under your top, braless :)
shy, even if he wants to touch you. his big hands playing with your tits softly is something he had never everrrrr done in his life. it felt good, so good that a tent is build in his pants
lets say he needs something to let his feelings out on. it'll be your tits. obviously!
kneading on it softly as you both cuddle in bed trying to sleep. his thumb will lightly brush against the tip. it sent you to heaven for how good and gentle he's being. his soft breath hits your neck just right.
and not to mention he'll tuck you closer to get comfortable to squish your boobiess <3
if its about sex, you'll be top for some time since he gets so shy being a top.
you ride him, he caress his lips against your tits as his other hand gently rubs the other one. he finds it hard to kiss you while you're bouncing on him, so to muffle his moans he would use your boobs as he sucks and bites on themm 🥺
or in general, he would just hug you and feel the way your boobs bounce, hitting his cheeks while he rests his face on your chest.
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.
Might make a part 2 for this, and even maybe for lookism.
Summary: Windbreaker boys coming back home from rough training to spend their leftover energy and anger on their lover , in a horny way
Warning: smut, backshots,throatfucking and fingering
Pairing: Joker , Hyuk , Vinny and Wooin x GN Reader!
HYUK, Well he wasn’t exactly himself when he arrived back at your shared apartment , he was usually silent only saying hello when he passed by you towards the shower to refresh his sweaty state, but only this time he stood infront of you discarding his clothes in a hurried way.
Slap , slap , slap , smack , smack , smack
what felt like an hour was just 20 minutes, and what felt like 20 minutes felt like eternity, hyuk’s harsh thrusts from behind you pulling you back onto earth. Becoming aware of what was happening after zoning out , it almost seemed like hyuk was waiting for you to notice.
He was positioned behind you, his back against the beds headboard, your thighs spread legs draped on his thighs not allowing you to close them to hide your embarrassment , his cock slowly being sucked inside from when he pulled out leaving only the tip in, stretching you out harshly with his girth making you squirm and groan, only when he starts thrusting up into you again, your arms being forced behind by his grip on your wrists is when you started moaning wildly allowing yourself to lose control hands flying to grip at his hair behind you,
“Just hang on, I’m almost finished..—“
He says, but something tells you this isn’t the end, yet.
You were asleep in only his shirt and underwear/boxers , it was a very silent night you had done your assignments shutting your laptop shut, tiredly walking to the bed and falling down onto it sleeping as soon as your head touched the pillow, not long after that you woke up by a needy JOKER
“Hey, I know your awake, open your eyes.” His voice rang through your ears like music making you creak your eyes open to look up at the blue haired boy who was now sitting at the edge of the bed , wiping the sleepiness from your eyes you stare at him confused. He was still in his training outfit , and by the looks of it he didn’t even bother.
“What, why did you wake me up? Is something wrong?” The boy shook his head slowly scratching his head shyly , everything clicked together once your eyes made eye contact with the bulge in his pants, slowly crawling over to him you grope his hard-on with your palm earning a breathy gasp from him.
“Seriously? Next time just shove it down my throat. Waking me up for stuff like this..” mumbling under your breath , you unzipped his pants pulling his dick from his boxers letting it free , it was hard his tip was red and warm, whenever you touched it and wrapped your finger around it you felt it twitch in your palm. Moving some hair from your face you slowly took him down your throat.
His hands pushed down your head making you swallow him whole, he sighed letting his head fall back , he breathed out a small “ thank you” letting you continue your job, he started getting bored with your small set pace and took matters into his own hands roughly thrusting back into your abused mouth ignoring the way your hands slapped weakly against his thigh as a sign for him to slow down, but he was way to pent up and horny to care.
“I’m sorry, let me be selfish tonight..—“
It was no secret , VINNY had a small temper , he was very rough with whatever he was doing , racing, talking and even sex. So, why would he slow down on his partner? I mean, that’s what they like anyways.
“Mhm..! Right there , fuck, yeah..!”
The sound of your voice echoed through the empty house , Vinny’s rough hands gripped onto each sides of your hips to ground hisself fucking back into your sloppy hole , arching your back deeper to allow him against your g-spot/cervix letting him hear whimpers you haven’t made before only boosting his ego further
“Right there ? Is that your sweet spot? , want me to keep fucking you?”
He slapped your jiggling ass stinging the flesh decorating it with his handprint , he rested one hand on your lower back and one into your hair harshly tugging you back from the pillow while it was hiding your muffled moans, you whined at the loss of thrusts he was giving you.
“I’m still not hearing an answer.”
“Y-yeah, please keep fucking into me like that Vinny..I need you deep inside wan’ have your cum inside of me! Fill me up with you —“
“Atta bitch.”
When he finally got his answer Vinny continued to fuck you deep and rough into the mattress , forcing you face down into the pillow again letting you cry and babble into it , his mouth next to your ear mumbling insults and praises your hairs on your neck standing at his voice , how you loved him like this.
He was a man of action , not words, he never used words. So when WOOIN spread your legs taking off your pants, you knew you were in for a ride , a wild ride and he wasn’t letting you buckle up in time.
“I just wonder how a small person like you can handle 4 fingers at once, it’s very impressive most people would’ve tapped out. That’s why your my favorite , do you like being my personal toy?”
His fingers pumped into your hole effortlessly a very intrigued expression on his face watching yours contort into a messy one, you were between the lines of cumming or lasting a few more minutes to feel the adrenaline even better .
“Wooin, I feel w-weird , slow down..ah”
His lips tugged into a smirk , tongue licking at your neck , down to your collarbone , then to your chest to lick at your abandoned nipples who had been exposed to the cold becoming hard nubs. He toyed with them his piercing slightly grazing over them, sending lightning jolts over your entire body as his fingers worked magic deep inside of you.
“You feel weird hm? Do you wanna cum, but it’s a little too fast don’t you think?” Wooin said leaning closer to your face breath fanning over you, you try to desperately connect your lips with his but he keeps backing off each time you nearly kiss him. You whimper when he pulls his fingers out once he noticed your hole tightening on his digits.
“I say we take it even slower, where’s the fun in giving you what you want so easily?”
It was even funny of you to think he’d let you decide the pace , it was worth a shot.
It’s been long since I wrote a smut again, and I’ve been a fan of windbreaker lately so expect a lot of smut from it.
I think this guy is really really bad at relationships. I don't have a scientific basis for this, but you know what? I think he's going to screw up when he's courting
yes, he can come at you right away with a bulldozer: overwhelm you with expensive gifts, not see your boundaries and not understand your time. You study, you work, but it's like that's not such a good reason for him why you don't go on a first date with him.
So when will you agree to go on a date with him for the first time? It will be an attack on his brains. Taking you to a club with a bunch of drunk people, where the music drowns out everything you say to each other, doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore. And going to a cafe sounds a little boring to him.
he could bombard you with questions and find out where you want to go, and he would actually go, but if you don't tell him, then most likely he will choose to ride in his car.
Wait, wait, really. It's quite romantic. the two of you, share playlists, argue about which music to put on the background. He could also listen to you complain about your job and the idiots who surround you, order food in the car, and just show you all the beautiful areas of Seoul.
And of course to scare you
"Hey, Wooin, slow down!—", "hold on tight, princess, if you don't want to fly out of your seat"
he would maneuver between cars, add speed, seeing how you squeeze your seat belt and look with big eyes at the road. Damn it, he's an asshole, and he's taking advantage of it.
if you felt sick during the trip, he would have noticed it before you. He would find a place where you can stop and get some fresh air. Because I think he'd be watching your every reaction, checking you out more than he should, because he's been waiting for this for so long and because he doesn't really want to ruin the date.
he would drive you home and stand under your windows for a few more minutes, listening to the sound of silence. It would be quiet without you. and that would be a little unsettling for him. Because suddenly you won't go on a second date with him or ignore his calls if you don't want to put up with his shit.
but should you text him that you will choose the next place for a date or that he can pick you up after your business on another day? He's going to continue being an asshole.
because who, if not you, is the person who made him think so much that "Maybe I was too bad with her?" will still tolerate him?
He'll get better if you teach him, just give him time.
You'd probably ask him out on a first date. Because let's be honest, he doesn't have time for a personal life at all. Racing, training, worrying about his mother, and solving financial problems take up too much of his energy.
but what if he suddenly has a few extra hours? He could spend them with you.
but the only problem with money. I think he'd definitely want to take you somewhere decent, but don't get him wrong, he's really in trouble and he's eating damn instant ramen to save on himself.
So it could be a home date.
watch a movie together and cook ramen for you (I think he would ask you which one you like more, cheesy, spicy or maybe with bean paste). He would really try to do that for you.
choosing a movie would be more difficult. I think he would have rejected horror movies right away. action movies or romantic movies don't seem to be for him. But after a few minutes of arguing, you would have settled on something yourself.
romance? Okay, but he'll be so exhausted that he'll probably fall asleep before the characters even kiss on the screen.
An action movie? You'll be lucky if you like something like that. Otherwise, he doesn't seem so interested, and if he doesn't fall asleep at least until the middle of the movie, he'll grumble.
"it's against logic," "don't you think it's so stupid?", "damn, they're really idiots"
So you know what? To hell with it. Choose a horror movie and make him sweat and shudder every time after any creepy moment in the movie. And then take his hand so that he dies of embarrassment.
he will definitely take you home, or invite you to stay with him. you will sleep on different futons, but don't be surprised if you find him too close to you in the morning (he is clingy, he hugs blanket in his sleep, and I know that he is a man who is hungry for human warmth and touch)
and on other days, when he's busy with his own business, the thought that he's not worthy of you, that he can't even give you a normal date, will really be in his head. Besides the fact that he doesn't respond well to your messages because of his busy schedule, he may actually start avoiding writing to you because he feels a pang of shame.
but what if you invite him to watch a movie at your house and cook something different this time?
He's coming. Maybe another day, maybe it will be late and he will wake you up? He will come with a plastic bag of ramen passing into your apartment taking off his shoes on the way so that you don't see his red cheeks
He could also drag Jack to you because he noticed that last time this bastard rubbed so much against your touch and you let him
(By the way, tell him that you don't have a second futon to make him even more embarrassed, from the thought that you two will have to sleep next to each other)
