Shownu lies closer to you with a lazy joy, his body is exhausted in the most beautuful way and all he wants to do is smooch your sholder and neck. He needs at least half an hour to get up and take a shower. He appreciates it when you rest with him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Chest! He is not dumb, he always notices when people contemplate his chest shape under shirts. It's obviously impressive and Shownu is proud of what nature gave him.
On his girl, he loves and loves your hips. When you put on a tight jeans he celebrates to himself and gives you the fondest butt slap.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I gotta say he comes so beautifully, the glow on his face, the perfect involuntary hip moves. Coming inside is special for him but he enjoys it when you jerk him too.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Okay, This man is so precious sometimes. Shownu doesn't really have sexual secrets, he just jerks off as if it is a sin. Once you almost killed him with a question about this matter.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He reads woman body so fluently because he's always been fascinated about femininity. Shownu met quite a lot different woman so he does it right.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He doesn't really have a favorite one but he prefers being on top, he likes to move freely and restrain you a little with his buffy body. Oftens holds you down by the hips.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can't be completely serious doing anything. Regarding sex it's not any different... He shows how much his is savoring the moment with a satisfyed expression.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
When he can decide, he mantains the hair trimmed instead of bare because it gives him a natural feeling. But his body parts are oftten waxed by reason of the revealing outfits for the concerts and stages.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Shownu is romantic and delicate with you, worships your curves and sensitive parts every time, especially before he starts sucking on them, ooops
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
As I said earlier, he masturbates in the most hidden ways possible. Though it ironically is a performace-like act: eyes loosely closed, exposed chest because it's hot. He massages his balls with one hand and rubs the lenght with the other.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Top 3:
Blindfolders (on him or you)
Flirty dominance (he likes changing power roles)
Dry humping
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
This one is a cool entry! He starts the thing anywhere but he will carry you in his arms to the bedroom for sure.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you eat him with a stare. Yes, when he feel undressed by your hungry eyes.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
In real life, getting him into a threesome sounds impossible to me. Too monogamic for that.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves both equally, but he ends up giving more because one thing is sure: he will spread your legs and stay between them for a while. To be honest you and him almost fight to see who gives head first.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
100% sensual, his hips move smoothly like only a main dancer can do.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
I can see him going for quickies in the bathroom, before a shower. I think he gets very horny when you take too much to come back home on a friday and he asks to take a shower together. He actually wants a quickie :)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Oooh, he's not really experimental. Wild stuff sound too intense for him, he just wants to have your body and attention awn.
He hates the risk of being exposed with you as much as he is afraid of the simple idea of being caught jerking off, . So sexual ativity in public spaces is impossible to him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He lasts pretty long, but needs some time between rounds. Usually eats before going for another one heheh
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I said blindfolders in the K entry, he may ask to use them when you least expect. For exemple, he got home with something delicious to eat and wants you to guess what it is by the smell and taste. After some guesses, he surprises you with kisses and the kitchen becomes hot.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Rarelly teases, he likes to give you what you want. A man to trust your life. If you ask him to take you already, that's what he will be doing immediatly.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's discreet but not super low. You hear more like heavy breath and airy moans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I was waiting for this entry to express how much hot he feels on his body during sex, I mean you all need air condicioner or he will sweat lots (even though I find that sexy). You often feel your hands slide on his wet back and chest.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
big boy. Pretty thick and longer then average, but he doesn't know it's big so he stays humble.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Moderate, he can go without it for many days and still be affectionate and sweet. Sometimes he is really clingy to the point you swear he wants, but that's just love.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He sleeps fast, but is easy to wake up. Will be worried if you get up for something, his voice becomes lazy and low but he wants to have you in his arms.
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Minhyuk/ Kihyun / Hyungwon /Jooheon / I.M
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Poor boy overthinks everything. Gets way too in his head and will end up just blurting it out one day. You're probably halfway through an unrelated conversation and his mind wanders so he just says it. The abruptness in his tone throws you off a bit, until you realise what he said. There's a bit of an awkward silence before you assure him that you love him too and you are really happy that he told you, even if it was a bit of an unconventional conffession!
Wonho
One of the shier ones. Probably falls in love really quick, but has a lot of walls up and struggles to express how he is feeling. Needs to build up trust with you first. There's a chance you beat him to it, but he will have no issue saying it back once you've broken the ice there. If he is the first to say it and you say it back he is probably going to be all giggly and soft and super happy. Once the words are said, he becomes a lot more confident and secure in the relationship.
Minhyuk
Says it without realising. The two of you are just messing around and a 'love you' slips out. Internally he's flustered, but manages to put on a confident face and own it. "That wasn't how I planned on telling you for the first time, but yeah, I love you." Another happy giggly boy once you say it back.
Kihyun
Will happily and confidently tell you as soon as he realises. If it feels a bit early to you and you aren't ready to say it back, that's fine. He will assure you he isn't going anywhere, and you don't need to say it until you are comfortable too. Just know that he loves you and will be there for you anyway.
Hyungwon
Introvert energy. Even if he feels it really early on, he's hesitant to say it. Probably wants to say it a lot, but takes too long to hype himself up and the moment passes. When you inevitably end up saying it first, he's a little surprised and super happy. "Really? Oh good, because I love you too, I just didn't know how or when to say it." After a little assurance from you he is much more comfortable to say it again.
Joohoney
A bit nervous about it. Will wait a while into the relationship before saying the words aloud, even if he knows he means it earlier on. He's just worried if he says it too early, he'll scare you off. There is a chance you'll beat him to it and get the first 'I love you' in, but once it's been said, he isn't going to stop. Will literally tell you every chance he gets from then on.
I.M.
Kind of says it by accident. You are just being you, maybe reading or drawing or watching nature, something simple, and he finds you so endearing that it just slips out. His muttered "I love you" makes you look over, and he becomes flustered. "Wait - I mean - fuck it, I mean I love you. You're amazing and I'm so pleased you're mine"
➝ genre/warnings: suggestive, smut; 18+, nsfw; sexual content, description of sex, foreplay, teasing, grinding, dirty-talk (kind of) …
➝ summary: You cursed this business trip from the very beginning; this whole weekend consumed all your mental strength. One night you can no longer fight this longing for him, so you find yourself in front of his hotel room to finally give in.
Ten steps. Only ten more steps to make you change your mind, to make you come to your senses before risking it all. Before descending your whole life into absolute madness. All these attempts to stay as far as possible from this place were doomed to fail before even trying.
Six steps. Four steps. One last try to make yourself turn on your heels, faltering, not worth mentioning. Movement freezing in front of that one of many doors, your delusional mind aiming to fool you already. Persuading, you could already feel his proximity. Your skin's already flaming before getting touched.
Without even realizing what your body did, there was a knocking sound from your side of the door. Your heart thrashed inside your chest without even laying your eyes on him. Mouth dry, and pulse increased before hearing shuffling sounds from the other side.
Once the door opened ever so slightly, shockwaves struck through your veins as you tentatively raised your eyes at him. Perceiving dark-brown leather shoes first, followed by cobalt-blue suit pants and − sun-kissed, ripped abs, barely hiding between white curtains of what seemed to be a dress shirt.
Fuck.
Biting your lip without even noticing, you glanced into caramel-brown eyes, one of those perfect eyebrows raised at you. Your blood was pumping through your veins simply by looking into them, your heart throbbing furiously.
"Look who we have here." Mouth corner grew to a smirk, he stared directly into your soul. "What a pleasant surprise."
You tried to swallow that giant clump in your throat, your voice nothing more than a whisper. "Hello, Hyunwoo-ya."
Silently he stepped aside, opening the door invitingly, letting you enter his hotel room. On shaking legs, you tried your absolute best to play the tough one while walking inside. There was no turning back anymore. Never had been.
Pulling the bowtie off his shoulders, he threw it onto his bed thoughtlessly, his eyes fixed on you nonetheless. Another smirk swept across his face as you hesitantly spun around to face him, desperately trying to only focus on his majestic face.
"What made you change your mind?" his voice sounded hoarse, intense.
There was no answer to his question. You had no clue. All you knew was you'd been in Hyunwoo's room, despite all the attempts to stay away from here, to stay true to your words. That this would never happen.
He was nearing you, every single one of his steps forcing your heart to skip a beat. The lump in your throat was back at its place again, making it unattainable for you to breathe accurately.
"I don't even wanna know," he admits, lifting one hand to place it on his neck. His movement exposed even more of his bare skin, your preoccupied mind spinning circles at this point.
Reaching for your hand, he carefully placed it onto his stripped chest. You held your breath, incapable of thinking straight anymore. His skin felt soft, although it almost appeared to set you on fire.
"Can you feel what you're doing to me?" he asked, his eyes locking with yours. "I'm glad you're finally here. With me."
You let out a shaky breath once you realized you had lost all the good intentions you once had. "No one can ever find out about this."
Hyunwoo made another step, his hot breath tingling on the tip of your nose. Letting go of your hand, which wasn't moving anyway, long fingers went for your chin to gently pull it up. A thumb ghosted over your lower lip, his index finger still attached to your chin.
"Relax. Just let me kiss you already."
Soft, plush lips ghosting over yours, you, holding your breath, eyes already closed. A tingling sensation arose from the pit of your abdomen, spreading across your entire body, your skin turning into goose-flesh.
He took his time, toying with you, taking in every little reaction of yours to his motions. After all this time, you were here, in reaching distance, capable of being touched by him. He had waited so long for this.
When his lips met yours eventually, your body was about to liquefy. Time was standing still. The world was muted. The flavor of his lips, their feeling, was everything you could sensate, and it was overwhelming. More than you could have ever imagined. Your world was about to collapse - everything hinged on this very moment.
Your fingers carefully climbed up the seam of his shirt, clinging onto it for dear life to draw him even closer. Arms wrapped around your frame, one quick movement enough to force you flush against him. Mouths worked faster now, fiery capturing one another, almost merging.
Fingertips gliding beneath his shirt, tenderly pushing it off his shoulders. The white fabric, not needed anymore, fell to the ground soundlessly, revealing his remarkable toned figure. This man was perfection in every imaginable way. His body's heavenly shaped, his gorgeous face admirable, his touches soft yet demanding, his kisses sweeter than honey yet imperious.
Hyunwoo's walking you towards the bed mindfully, his lips now discovering your jawline and neck. Slender fingers brushed off the straps of your dress, one by one, only for him to leave a trail of delicate kisses on your now exposed skin. Your dress glided to the ground, joining the white dress shirt, revealing your amethyst-colored lingerie.
Slowly but surely, he placed you on the bed, holding you close to his body. He kicked off his shoes, following your movement to settle between your legs. His lips met yours again as hips ground down on you, his erection being ever so present, causing you to moan fiery.
Your hand strayed into his hair, the second one's fingernails ghosting over his exposed and defined back. The urge to touch every inch of his body grew bigger and bigger on you. You needed him so bad.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he mewled into the crook of your neck while nibbling on your skin. Hips ground against your core again, coaxing himself a deep groan this time.
One hand moved down your body seductively, tracing your curves all the way down to your leg to wrap it around his waist. Once achieved, his hand moved back up to slip under your bra, pulling it down and cupping your breast. Thumb and index finger enclose your already hardened bud to twirl around. Every now and then, pinching it whenever he desired to hear another one of your delightful moans.
"Hyunwoo," you breathed, "I want you inside me!"
A low growl thundered in his chest, the only reply you would get from him. You felt his pants growing tighter with every passing second; the urge to free his cock increased just as fast. Somehow your hands made their way to his waistband, fingertips ghosting over his heated skin and navel beforehand. Fingers worked quickly to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. Hyunwoo was hovering over you while you tugged at the blue fabric to pull it down as far as you could. His motions allowed you to fully get rid of it in no time.
"Oh, do you?" he asked, grinning mischievously. "Think you can handle that?"
Before you even realized, he ripped off your panties recklessly, throwing the torn fabric off the bed. Any complaints got stuck inside your throat as one of his digits dipped into you unexpectedly, making you yelp. Biting your lower lip, you closed your eyes as he added a second one.
"Y-yes. I need you. N-now."
His fingers worked you up skillfully, the idea of finally getting filled up by his cock already causing you to nearly lose your mind. Your moans turned louder with every thrust of his hand until he curled his digits inside you.
"Look at how needy you are. Fought for too long, hm? Torturing yourself for such a long time now. And for what? I'm gonna make you mine, anyhow."
Hyunwoo pulled out of you, leaving you empty, causing you to whimper at the sudden feeling. Tugging his shorts down quickly, you took a sharp breath before licking your lips, impatiently moving on the sheets. You were so ready to take him all the way.
Aligning himself with your entrance, one of his hands held you close, the other guided his full length to brush between your folds to collect your arousal. A shaky breath escaped your lips, head falling back into the soft pillows beneath you.
And then, finally, he buried himself deep inside you, another deep groan fleeing his lips. Your core welcomed him effortlessly, walls clutching tight around his cock. Eyes locked, he eventually started moving, pulling all the way out to thrust back into you, much quicker now. Yelping, you spread your legs wider, desiring to take even more of him.
"Fuck," he gritted, fingers intertwined so he could pin your hands above your head. His strokes were slow but deep, arm muscles twitching with every single motion. "You look so pretty pinned down, love."
Your eyes rolled back, moaning at his words and actions, your legs enclosed around him. You wanted to touch him, feel every inch of his skin under your fingertips, yet you couldn't free yourself.
His pace quickened, hips snapping into you mercilessly, him phishing for more of those delightful moans. "Shit. This feels so good. Don't stop," you mewled, raising your hips to meet his thrusts.
Those words were music to his ears - he'd spent hours and hours imagining how you'd sound while pounding into you. Reality was so much better, though. More than he ever could've imagined.
"Let me touch you, please."
He grinned at you, the grip on your palms loosened, allowing you to slip them out. "Anything for you," he murmured, entangling you in another kiss.
Your hands discovered every little detail of his body, fingertips trailing along his perfect velvety skin. It's an enigma how you managed to stay absent from him for such a long time. Now you felt like you wouldn't survive another day without touching him again.
The feeling of his length twitching inside your core almost made you cum instantly. Your high's been already in reaching distance, your body trembling beneath him.
"Fuck, Hyunwoo, I'm close," you moaned, breath shaky just as your frame itself. "Need you deeper."
Feeling him grin against the crook of your neck, he left a few love bites before his hips made a smooth yet intense motion to allow him to hit all the right spots, causing you to cry out his name again.
"Yes, scream my name. Don't hold back." His fingers discovered your clit to run circles all over it, helping you to climb over the edge. "Cum with me, darling. I'll catch you."
And that was all it needed for you to detonate, fingernails digging deep into his back, inducing him to, once more, growl deeply. Thrusts getting sloppier, he was riding out your high while reaching for his own. You felt his arousal spilling deep inside of you; the twitches of his cock almost made you cum again.
Eyes still locked, you both tried to catch your breath again while he pulled out of you carefully, letting himself sink into the sheets next to you. Hyunwoo's head turned to face you, biting his lower lip while sizing you up. You looked ravishing in this condition.
"This was madness," he groaned before breathing out audibly. Wanting to say so much more, he waited for you to say something. Anything.
"It was," you replied hesitantly, your foggy brain too fucked out to function accurately, so you wouldn't have to think about the consequences just yet. "Still, no one can ever find out about this."
Drawing you into his arms, he used this chance to be closer to you for a little longer. "Don't worry. This will be our dirty little secret if you want."
You hummed in approval, thankful for him seemingly being thoughtful about it.
"As long as you don't make me suffer like that ever again. Please don't let this be a one-time thing."
Grinning, you raised your head to glance at him. "We'll see."
pairing: shownu x reader
wordcount: 772
summary: you run into this strange, handsome man at the beach a lot.
genre/themes: firefighter!shownu, marine biologist/grad student!reader, it’s just FLUFF people
a/n: missing shownu hours open 24/7. also firefighter shownu, doesn’t it just make sense???
You muttered hushed swearwords and curses to yourself as you waded through knee high water, searching for nocturnal crabs.
“Oh, nocturnal crabs will be a cool subject to study!” you chirped in a sarcastic voice, recalling your own words, “Definitely don’t study a diurnal organism like a normal person!” you grumbled. Your eyes squinted in the dark, following your headlamp as you searched the waters.
“Mornin’ teach!” a familiar voice rang out from behind you, startling you nonetheless.
“Ah sh-,” you cut yourself off before turning to greet the man that always seemed to be running along the beach at the ass crack of dawn. “Ah morning Shownu,” your smile tiredly at him.
“How are things going today?” he smiled at you, sweat glistening across his brow under the moonlight.
“Not so good, can’t find many of my friends today,” you huffed, obviously disappointed.
“You want some help?” he offered, already wading into the water.
“Ah! No, NO your shoes!” waved your hands at him in a panic.
“Ah, that’s not important,” Shownu squinted in the light of your headlamp, “But if you could point your light at the water, that would be good. I’m going blind here,” he laughed.
“Ah, shit, sorry!” you blushed, redirecting your light toward the water.
For about fifteen minutes, the pair of you muddled around the water, searching for crabs, but mostly failing. You had already been soaked from several failed attempts. You hadn’t been expecting Shownu to be so all-in, but he was somehow wetter than you after a few falls into the water. At the end of it, you had no more specimens to show for it, but were in an infinitely better mood.
“Well, I gotta get going,” Shownu announced, wringing out one last section of his shirt before continuing his jog down the beach.
“Bye!” you laughed heartily before returning to your field work.
…
“Ooh! Another one!” you jumped up and down giddily, dropping yet another crab into your bucket. The weather had warmed up lately and it either made the crabs incredibly relaxed or sleepy, because it was easier than ever to collect specimens.
“Good day today?” he asked, taking in your bright smile.
“Yes, very,” you nodded enthusiastically, showing him your bucket.
“Hello!” he saluted the crabs before returning his attention to you, “What are you working on with them anyways?”
“Ah, it’s for my graduate research,” you explained, “I’m monitoring population density compared against environmental factors.”
“Huh, that’s cool,” Shownu nodded with a mildly impressed expression on his face.
“It’s not, but you’re kind to say so,” you laughed, “What do you do for work, Shownu?”
“I’m a firefighter,” he answered simply.
“Isn’t that a bit too much of a cliche?” you chuckled heartily.
“What is?” he asked, staring at you blankly.
“Handsome firefighter runs on the beach in the morning?” you’re suddenly overcome by a fit of giggles at the absurdity of it, “It doesn’t seem real!”
“Hm, it doesn’t seem that funny to me,” Shownu grumbles. It’s not until he’s several meters away that he realizes you called him handsome.
…
Screaming in silence, you think about pulling your hair out for a third time as you process data. As much as you loved science, you certainly would not complain if it involved sitting at a computer and parsing through numbers just a little less. Every so often, as you were entering in crab counts, your mind wandered to the handsome firefighter that had become your fieldwork friend.
While you’d been absent from the beach, Shownu had kept to his daily routine. At first, he hadn’t been surprised to see you missing as you occasionally missed a day here and there. Towards the end of a solid week without you, he had to admit he both missed and hoped that nothing bad had happened to you.
…
“You’re back!”
You look up in time to see Shownu pick up the pace as he closes the last few yards between you.
“Oh, yep!” you smile, balancing your bucket against your hip, “Good to see you again.”
“I was worried I wouldn’t see you again!” Shownu laughed.
“Ah, can’t keep me away from these crabs,” you joked, heart fluttering a bit at the way Shownu was looking at you.
“Well, before you actually finish up with your project, can I get your number? I’d love to see you not on the beach. Or on the beach, but not like this,” he tripped over his words, ears reddening.
The distance between you both on the sofa broke Hyunwoo’s heart as he looked across to you. It was his fault, but it didn’t make the emotions of it all any easier for him to deal with as you felt so far away from him.
There was no response from you as you sat down, blocking him out of your vision as you scrolled through your phone. “Stop staring at me,” you did warn though, knowing what he was doing.
“I can’t help it,” Hyunwoo sighed, knowing just how predictable his behaviour would be for you. He was the same after every argument, he worried about you, especially when he knew that he was the reason for upsetting you.
“Look somewhere else,” you added, “watch a programme or read a book, anywhere but at me.”
You made it sound so easy, but as Hyunwoo continued to try and fix things, those were things that he just couldn’t do. “What do I have to do to prove to you just how sorry I am Y/N?”
You placed your phone down, but kept your eyes looking forward, not giving into Hyunwoo. “What is there that you can do to prove to your partner that you’ve made a mistake when you call them clingy? Probably not a lot.”
“I know that I messed up, but I didn’t mean to say that you were clingy, I just got my words confused,” Hyunwoo tried to tell you, but all he got was a scoff from you in reply. “I’m trying here Y/N, why can’t you do the same?”
“What have I got to try for?” You responded, your voice getting louder each time you spoke. “If I try, then you’ll think that I’m clingy again, won’t you? I’m doing what it seems that you want and giving you some distance.”
He couldn’t kick himself hard enough for his poor choice of words that had driven you away, more than anything he wished that he could take it back. But he couldn’t. Hyunwoo had dug himself into a hole that now he needed to get out of.
As the room fell silent, you picked your phone back up, not bothering to hear if Hyunwoo had anything else to say. Your words had stunned him, sent a shiver down his spine as you reminded him of how thoughtless he had been.
Truthfully, you weren’t quite sure how you found a way back to be your usual selves again. The thought of being a clingy person was one that terrified you, and to hear Hyunwoo accuse you of being a one was your worst nightmare. Even if he didn’t mean it, he’d said it, which was more than enough for you.
“Please,” a voice suddenly whispered from across the room as Hyunwoo watched you slip away.
You wanted to look at him, but you just couldn’t, the sound of deep and nervy breaths soon followed, a sound which you tried your best to push to the back of your mind.
“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Hyunwoo tried to tell you, “can’t we at least just talk about this rather than carrying on as we are?”
“I’m listening,” you frowned, “although this better be good.”
To find it within yourself to forgive Hyunwoo was going to take something special, he had no idea how much he had hurt you, how badly the thought of being clingy had played on your mind and left you doubting so much of your relationship too.
“Sorry is never going to be enough, is it?” Was the first thing that Hyunwoo asked.
Hyunwoo waited for a moment, hoping that you would look across at him, but it never came, your eyes were still busy elsewhere, simply shaking your head back at him.
You knew that he regretted it, you knew that he never meant to say what he said, but you couldn’t carry on just hearing with words that you weren’t clingy. You needed to see it, have it proven to you to feel comfortable around him again.
“Can you come a little closer?” Hyunwoo nervously asked you, tapping the large space that was between the two of you on the sofa, inviting you in.
“What for?” You asked, momentarily looking down to where his hand was placed, unsure whether you wanted to move across and be near to him or not.
A soft sigh came from Hyunwoo, “please Y/N, this is me trying.”
You knew that you couldn’t argue with him as he spoke, placing your phone down yet again and moving in towards Hyunwoo. You were tentative and you were slow, with Hyunwoo moving closer too to stop you from getting away.
As soon as you were close enough to him, Hyunwoo wrapped his arms around you. There was nothing from you, you didn’t move at all, but it was nothing less than what he expected as he began to break down your walls.
You found yourself more guarded around Hyunwoo then you ever had been before, suddenly finding yourself scared of what you could and couldn’t do around him.
“I really am sorry,” he whispered to your ear, “you know that don’t you?”
“Of course, I do.”
It was a start for Hyunwoo, relieved to at least hear a calmness in your voice this time that had been missing for a while.
“You know that I would never consider you as clingy, I love your affection, being held by you and being made to feel loved by you,” Hyunwoo tried his best to explain to you.
“Why say it then?” You challenged, staring down to the ground, “I don’t understand where that thought would come from so randomly.”
Hyunwoo could only shrug back at you, he had no idea himself. “I wish I could tell you, but I really don’t know. The only thing that I can say is how wrong I was to ever say that to you.”
“Does a small part of you think I’m clingy?”
“Absolutely not,” Hyunwoo immediately responded, squashing any thoughts that you had immediately. “I can’t begin to tell you how annoyed I am at myself for even planting the seed in your mind that you might be clingy, I should have thought about what I was saying to you.”
Your head couldn’t help but nod in agreement, if only Hyunwoo had been a little more thoughtful then perhaps the two of you wouldn’t find yourselves on edge around one another.
“There’s a small part of me that worries that maybe there was some truth to it.”
“I appreciate that,” he assured you, “and I’ll keep working until I can prove to that part of you that there was no truth to it too.”
Your smile turned up weakly as Hyunwoo’s grip around you tightened. “I don’t ever want to be clingy around you, if you feel like I am being clingy, then I’d rather you just say to me, even if you’ve never felt it before, but in the future.”
“I know that that will never happen.”
“But it could, this has scared me into thinking that it’s a possibility,” you admitted to him, “with time maybe I’ll stop feeling that way, but even though you’ve apologised Hyunwoo, this isn’t going to be an overnight fix.”
His head nodded back at you, “I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to believe me, just as long as we don’t carry on as we are right now.”
“I don’t think we need to go back to that place either.”
If he could live in this moment, and just hold it, he would. To keep her head on his chest and never leave this bed, he swears it must be better than heaven. There’s no place he’d rather be, reaching slightly to open the window and have the morning chill kiss golden skin atop wrinkled sheets, his hand on her bare back and holding her to him as he longs to have her in his embrace forever, the early morning leaving his voice even more comforting that usual, “Stay just a little bit longer,”
i kept forgetting to post this, but i finished it sometime last week. wasn't gonna post it this week either, given the absolute horrid state of the philippines currently because of the elections. i'm sure it's on the news wherever you are. disclaimer just in case you're wondering: i did not vote for the son of the former dictator, ok. i am in need of a distraction from the hellfire that is my country for a minute.
ANYWAY, i'm missing shownu a little more today and figured i should just post this, also to mark it green on my Vampire!AU Collection list. i'm also missing college a little, so here we aaaaare.
PAIRING: Shownu (Son Hyunwoo) x gn!reader. GENRE: fic, general, comedy (or at least, an attempt). WARNINGS: vampire!au—contains mentions of blood & genre-typical injuries; mild profanity. WORD COUNT: 2,200.
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You drop your bag on the empty seat next to you, sucking in a big breath before stretching your arms up and out. Your joints crack and pop, stiff from staying in one position for too long. Before you made your way to the campus’s study hall, you’d been at the dorms, hunched over your laptop as you furiously typed up an essay final due in two hours. Thankfully, you managed to email it to your professor before the deadline, and finally breathed a tired sigh.
One final down, several more to go.
You lean back against the seat, letting your head dangle over the back of it and take a few seconds to clear your mind so you can focus on the next item on the seemingly never-ending list of final outputs and exams.
After your brief meditation session, you begin setting up your laptop and notebooks, spreading it over your side of the table. You plug in your six-year-old laptop in a nearby outlet and turn it on, before digging through your bag for your wallet, intending to grab a sandwich at the stall in the middle of the hall as a snack—the rumbling of your stomach has only gotten louder the longer you delayed your meal.
As you turn, wallet in hand, you spot your groupmate ambling towards your table. He raises a hand in greeting, and hooks both thumbs in the straps of his backpack as he walks.
You’ve been in the same group as Son Hyunwoo since the beginning of the semester. Surprisingly, no matter how many group changes and blind draws happened in the class of 30 students, you two always got stuck together. You don’t mind—Hyunwoo may be quiet, but he is a hard worker and very detail-oriented. Many of your reports have been saved by him noticing something you’d overlooked and quickly revising it.
Plus, he’s not bad to look at, either.
“Hey,” Hyunwoo says as he walks past to the other side of the table. He brings out a sleek laptop and places it opposite yours. Next to come out of the backpack are his notebooks and a couple of thick reference books.
“Hi,” you reply. “I’ll just grab a snack real quick.”
He nods an affirmative, quiet as always, and takes a seat.
You try to sneak a glance at him as you walk to the stall, but there really isn’t much to see—Hyunwoo is fully concentrated on his laptop, full lips pursed in thought as he reads and types.
While you wait for the lady behind the counter to finish preparing your sandwich, you make the decision to make an effort to get to know your groupmate a little more. You know the basics: Hyunwoo is 27 years old, he’s a graduate student, and he’s taking this slash course because it’s the only class that fits into his schedule. But apart from that, you don’t really know anything about him, despite being groupmates for five months. It might be futile to try to make an effort now when the semester is ending (and in the middle of Hell Week, too), but… it’s worth a shot, right?
Hyunwoo is already typing away when you finally return to the table, the sandwich in one hand and a bottle of extra strong coffee you picked up at the adjacent vending machine in the other.
As you settle in your seat, Hyunwoo peeks from behind his laptop and says, “What’d you get?”
Mildly surprised, you answer, “Oh uh… I think this is the chicken pesto sub? I don’t eat at this stall much, so I’m not really sure how it tastes.”
But he just nods, lips puckering as he looks at the wrapped food. “It’s good. The chicken is soft and they put a lot of garlic in the pesto.”
“Ooh, that’s great then; I like my pesto strong,” you say as you crack open the coffee and take a swig. The taste of sweet caffeine and milk flow through your tongue, and you cringe a bit before smacking your lips. “Mm, that’s sweet.”
Hyunwoo smiles as he goes back to typing on your shared document. “Do you not like sweet coffee?”
“Meh,” you say, taking another drink. “I can drink sweet coffee, but the stronger the better, I say.” Hyunwoo chuckles—it’s nice and deep, sends goosebumps up your arm.
You set the bottle aside and unwrap part of the sandwich. There is no rush—it’s only 7PM and the deadline is at 11:59. With the two of you working on the unfinished parts of the output, you should be done with it by then. For now, you eat your long-overdue lunch and relax.
Your groupmate doesn’t mind working alone while you eat; you’d asked him an hour before if it’s okay that you eat something before thrusting yourself into work, and he just replied with a sure, and nothing else. So he taps away on the notebook that looks way too small for his huge hands, occasionally asking you questions about what the outcomes of the test studies of the products are, survey response statistics, and food.
“There’s this Pakistani restaurant nearby I’ve been wanting to try,” you say, taking another bite of the sandwich. You chew for a few seconds and say, “I can never find the time to go, or someone to go with though. One of my friends has eaten there and she said they serve huge portions.”
“This is the one near the mall across the street, right?” Hyunwoo asks as he rummages in his bag for water. “I’ve been there with my roommates. Food’s really good.” He finally brings out a big blue Hydro Flask and unscrews the cap, taking a swig. “We can swing around after finishing this, if you want. I think they’re open until midnight.”
The offer startles you and you almost choke on the last bite of the sandwich. You cough and clear your throat, thumping your chest and reaching for your coffee.
"Sorry," Hyunwoo says after you've calmed down, thick brows furrowed over worried eyes. "You can just pretend I didn't say anything."
You shake your head wildly. "No, no! It's totally fine," you say. "I was actually trying to figure out an excuse to get to know you better…"
Hyunwoo hums. "The secret is food," he says quietly, taking out another tumbler from his bag, this one clear and filled with a red juice. "Whenever my roommates want me to do something, they always bribe me with food."
You laugh, balling up the paper wrapper of the sandwich and setting it aside. "Got it," you say, and chug the rest of the coffee. "Let's finish this so we can eat at that Pakistani place before it closes, shall we?"
With a nod from the man across from you, the next three-and-a-half hours are filled with furious typing, occasional questions to each other, and a few bathroom breaks.
Finally, after reading through the mock business model report one last time and catching any missed typos, you save the document and email it to your professor.
"And done!" you exclaim, shooting your arms up in freedom, and groan as you stretch your stiff limbs. "God, two down and five more things to go! I don't know how I'm gonna survive the next two weeks."
"You'll be fine," Hyunwoo says as he closes his laptop and breathes out a sigh. He takes a sip from the clear tumbler with the juice. The thick liquid sloshes around in the bottle like those pureed fruit concentrates. "Seeing as you just finished two requirements in one day, you're doing well already."
You snort a laugh. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Hyunwoo, but I crammed the essay I was finishing earlier, and the reason I didn't lose my mind with this report was because you did most of the work." You begin packing your things, getting up only to unplug the laptop charger, and then plopping back down on your seat.
Hyunwoo waves a hand, dismissing the compliment. "Not a big deal. I'm just trying to pull my weight. Besides, you guys made and tested all the prototypes. All I can do is interpret the data." He unscrews the lid off the tumbler and downs the rest of the juice in one gulp. He smacks his lips and shudders, looking more energized.
You nod at the cup, noting the residue stuck to the inside. "What drink is that? Is it like a protein shake or something?"
Shownu visibly stiffens, eyes slowly moving to the cup still in his hand. “It’s. Yeah, a protein shake. I think it’s cherry?”
“Oohh, can I take a whiff of it? I’ve been looking for powders that don’t smell like grass or medicine.”
“I was wrong, it’s strawberry,” he deflects.
“I like strawberry, too.”
“No, I think it’s apple, actually.” Hyunwoo is clutching the tumbler so tightly that it looks like it’s about to crack and break. His face is blank, but the nervousness is easy to see. You debate on a reply for a second before following your caffeine-addled brain.
“You know you’re a terrible liar, right?”
Hyunwoo switches expressions from surprise, offense, and finally dejection in a span of two seconds. “My roommates tell me that a lot,” he says softly, screwing the lid back onto the tumbler and stuffing it in his bag; you think you see hairline fractures in the plastic. "And it's not a protein shake. Actually, I don't think you want to know what it is, it's pretty gross."
You snort. "Try me. There's less things that gross me out than some suspicious liquid that looks like a kid went ham with slime and food color."
Hyunwoo purses his lips again, seemingly debating what to tell you. Finally, he shakes his head. "My roommates will not be happy with this at all."
"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Hyunwoo," you backtrack quickly. "I'm really curious about it, but if you feel uncomfortable, I can just let it go."
"No, it's all right," he says quickly. "It's hard keeping it a secret, and seeing as I want to have a better relationship with you, it would have come up soon anyway."
You blink once. Twice. "Were you always this blunt?"
A corner of his lips quirks up. "You bring it out of me I guess." He digs into his backpack again and pulls out the clear tumbler, unscrews the lid and holds the cup out to you.
Wordlessly, you take it in both hands, bringing it up to your nose and carefully sniffing the residue. Immediately, a tangy, metallic scent wafts up your nose and you cringe back. "Is this… blood?"
You look at Hyunwoo, but he avoids your gaze. "It's… yeah. It's blood." He holds out his hand for the tumbler and you return it. "I can understand if you find it weird and don't want to see me after this—,"
"I mean," you interrupt, continuing to pack your stuff away. "It's weird, but there are some cultures that eat like, dishes made out of blood, right? So it's not that odd." You roll up your charger cable as you talk. "Do you have anemia?"
Through your short speech, Hyunwoo had been following your movements with his brows furrowed. Now, he's struggling to find words. "I—...? Anemia?"
"Yeah, are you iron-deficient? Like you need iron supplements and need to eat liver and blood?"
"Iron—wait, what? No, I'm not anemic." He takes a deep breath. "I'm a vampire."
You stop all movement, staying still for a second. And then your head whips towards him. "No shit?" you say, excited "Like really? You're not playing with me?"
"Uh, no? I'm being dead serious." He shakes his head and holds a hand up. "Wait, hold on, though—you're not freaked out?"
You just shrug. "I read a lot of vampire fiction when I was a teen. Still do sometimes. I kinda always thought vampires are real, like mermaids. Sounds childish of me, but you can't really know if something doesn't exist unless you find definitive proof, right?"
Hyunwoo just blinks at you. "You're… You're not afraid?"
You laugh. "No, why would I be? Being a vampire sounds cool—I mean, obviously not everything about it is nice, but the concept is cool, at least." You stand and hike a strap of your bag over your shoulder; Hyunwoo does the same and you start walking to the stairs.
Your friend hums. "I guess it is pretty cool. If you don't count the violent thirst every couple weeks. And the not aging bit—although that has its perks, too." He watches you toss your trash in the designated bins, and keeps in step with you down the stairs.
"Exactly! You see—totally cool, right?" you say. You toss the other strap of your bag over your shoulder. "Since you told me this, you don't mind me asking you questions about your thing, right?"
He shakes his head. "Can't promise I can answer them all, but sure."
"Great! Be prepared for a hounding at the restaurant, Hyunwoo."
Hyunwoo smiles down at you, eyes crinkling up in amusement. "Bring it on."
So after living with Shownu for almost 6 months, you got to know each other quite well
To the point where he tells you about the stupid things his friends get into
Now you've never actually met Shownu's friends but from what you've heard they seem interesting and nice
Maybe a bit too loud and strange but nice
So you're at home, music blasting throughout the apartment
It's your only day off during the week so you plan to use it
You were in the kitchen, making yourself some food
When you hear the door alarm open and thought nothing of it, considered it could've been Shownu
'Honey, I'm home!!'
That's not your roommate
'Yaa, be quiet you're too loud!'
That is also most definitely not your roommate either
There's one thing you pride yourself in and that's being able to recognize your roommates voice, for obvious scientific reasons of course, and those voices were not his
Before you can actually try to think of anything to do, you see this figure run past the kitchen towards the living room
Next you see this guy stop at the entrance of the kitchen
You both just stare at each other, for what feels like ages
You both have the same look of your faces
‘Who the hell are you?’
but neither of you get to ask because the person that ran past yells out
“Kihyun what are you doing stan.....”
“Oh.....”
the sound of your phone ringing pulls you from the staring contest you three had
you answer it without really looking who it is but having an idea as to who it would be
“Hello?”
“Hey, I forgot to tell you that my friends would come over. Just so you don’t get scared or anything”
“Uh...”
“They’re already there, aren’t they?”
“Yeah”
“....they’re inside right?”
“Yeah..”
“Can you give the phone to Kihyun?”
“Yeah”
You give the phone to who to think is Kihyun and turn around to go back to the food you were making
Luckily you already finished making it because lets be honest, it probably would have burnt with how things were going
As you go get a plate for yourself, you also get two more because from what you can hear of the conversation or at least one-sided answers, the two guys will be staying
You finish pouring food into all three plates when you hear someone say your name
“Yeah?”
“Shownu said he will be back in an hour, we can leave until he gets here if you want?”
“No, it’s okay. You can stay, I pretty much know you guys from how much Shownu talks about you guys, plus I made food and you might as well stay and eat”
“I say we stay Kihyun, we can’t possible turn down her offer when she kindly asked us to stay”
“Oh please, you just want the food Minhyuk”
“Hey I haven’t eaten and it smells so good, so please let us stay!”
Lets just say Kihyun and Minhyuk ended up staying
and the hour that it took Shownu to come back home was enough time for all three of you to become friends and to also tell you some embarrassing things about your lovely roommate
