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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴇʜᴜɴ sᴇᴏɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
yandere taehun who you met originally through school, simply when you were sleepy, as always.
The air inside the classroom was loud, filled with chaos, and the humid heat only made everything feel heavier. You weren’t exactly new to this school—but you might as well have been with the way you minded your own business. You liked silence, naps, and peace.
Too bad you were enrolled at a school with one of the most short-tempered guys in the district.
“Hey, you beat me in the arcade once. You think you're better than me? How about you give me your expensive jacket to make up for it, huh? How does that sound?"
You opened one bleary eye from your spot on the desk, cheek smushed against your hoodie sleeve. Just outside the classroom in the hallway stood a tall guy—tall like a brick wall—with shaggy brown hair and a temper written all over his clenched fists. His voice shook the walls, barking at some poor kid who looked two seconds from bursting into tears.
Taehun Seong, the infamous bully at your school who used taekwondo as an excuse to beat people up.
You'd heard of him in whispers, something about breaking a dude’s ribs because he stepped on his shoe, or using a back kick on someone because they didn’t apologize fast enough.
But right now, none of that registered. All you knew was: He. Was. Loud.
You groaned, barely sitting up, rubbing your eyes as the classroom froze in tension.
“can you shut up?” you muttered, voice hoarse with sleep. “You’re so damn loud...”
The air stilled and a second later, the classroom door slammed open.
You blinked blearily as a looming figure blocked the light above you.
You looked up.
He looked down.
“…The hell did you just say?” Taehun’s voice was low now—dangerous, sharp. His teeth were grit, his brow twitching, vape in his hand (the bitch was an addict)
You blinked again. “I said shut up."
Taehun’s eye twitched harder.
He stepped even closer, standing at your desk like a shadow ready to pounce. “You’ve got guts. Big mouth for someone with eyebags like a damn raccoon, always lazing around.”
You raised an eyebrow, not scared, but not exactly trying to make an enemy either. You weren't looking for problems—but your mouth apparently didn’t care.
He reached back slightly, maybe about to grab you by the collar or slap your desk off the floor. His hand flexed.
But then—he paused.
He really looked at you. The groggy expression, the dull blink in your eyes, the way your hair was slightly messed up from laying down. You weren’t defiant like someone trying to challenge him.
You were just… tired
“…Huh?” he muttered again, expression slightly warping into confusion. Then something shifted in his gaze—something a little amused, a little annoyed, a lot interested.
“Eh? Hey… you got 500 won?”
As he waited for a reply, he realized that your dumbass was already asleep, mid convo.
Your head was laid down, rubbing your cheek against your sleeve and your eyes slid shut.
That should have gotten you killed.
You were basically asking to get your head slammed into the table.
His hand actually twitched in the air, hovering over your shoulder—like he was about to slap you awake for daring to dismiss him like that.
But… he didn’t.
He lowered his arm, gritting his teeth.
“Tch.” He huffed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and stormed out of the classroom—leaving you completely untouched
Everyone stared at you like you’d just defused a bomb by snoring at it.
“Holy crap,” someone whispered. “He just… let them go?”
“Did he hit his head on the way in?!"
yandere taehun who after that first encounter, he started watching you. Not in the creepy-stalker-from-the-bushes way (okay, maybe, but he wasn't ever gonna to admit it)—but in the "you moved your seat two inches, and he noticed immediately" kind of way.
He learned your routine. When you leave for class. What snacks you buy. Where you nap. If you so much as change your drink order, he glares at the bottle like it personally insulted him.
“Why’d you get strawberry milk instead of banana?” he asked, staring at your drink while you just raised an eyebrow
“…because I felt like it?”
“…Don’t do that again. It threw me off.”
Honestly him hanging around you started small—him showing up at the front gate the same time you did, saying it was a “coincidence.” before calling you an asshole for not complimenting and noticing his brand new shoes he bought. (He didn't even buy it, he stole it from some random dude in the arcade)
Then he started showing up in the library when you went to nap during free period, lounging two tables away, flipping through a manga he didn’t even read.
Then he started showing up outside your club room, pretending he was “just walking by” even though he was sweating from sprinting across the building to get there first.
And soon enough, it started to become everyday where, no matter how much you tried to dodge or reroute or disappear, he’d follow you and bug you.
yandere taehun who honestly to you was a complete weirdo. That was the only real word you had for him, a weirdo with shaggy brown hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of a brawl.
A weirdo who had a black belt in Taekwondo and once broke a guy’s front tooth, a weirdo who followed you around like some cursed shadow that insulted you every five steps and then stared at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.
yandere taehun who was obsessed, and not the fun kind, either. The pathetic kind, where he memorized your class schedule, knew your locker combination (he swore it was just coincidence), and made sure he stood close enough to you during fire drills just so no one else could.
Still, he kept the act up. Kept calling you annoying. Kept pointing out your dark circles, calling you “a droopy raccoon” whenever you yawned too hard.
“You dress like a grandpa,” he said once, pulling at the oversized hoodie you wore to school. You deadpanned, “You follow around a grandpa every day, then.”
He stared at you for a second, flushed red down to his collar, and then shoved his hands into his jacket, grumbling, “Shut up.”
You smirked.
He hated that.
He really did.
(Except he didn’t. He really, really didn’t.)
No matter how much he tried to talk shit, he always stood a little too close.
yandere taehun who even when school ended, was already leaning against the front gate, arms crossed, pretending he wasn’t waiting for you.
“Oh, look who finally showed up,” he muttered as if you specifically asked him to stay after school to walk you home.
“You could’ve gone home.”
“Eh.” He stretched lazily, hands behind his head. “I wanted to walk my ugly little grandpa home.”
“…Stop calling me that.”
“Make me.”
You didn’t.
You just sighed and started walking, and like always—he followed.
You could feel his eyes on you every few seconds, like he was memorizing the curve of your back, the rhythm of your walk, the way your head dipped when you were quiet, the way you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket.
yandere taehun who soon even began dragging along to play at the arcade, the arcade became a weird part of your routine. Or well-his routine that he dragged you into.
Sometimes, he'd show up behind you in class, lean down and whisper, "Don't make plans after school."
You didn't even ask why anymore.
You just sighed, grabbed your bag, and let yourself be dragged off to another 45 minutes of him bitching about not winning and you cheating.
"You cheated."
"You mean I played better."
"No, you distracted me. Your stupid hoodie sleeve brushed my arm and threw me off. Also your face was in my peripheral and it's annoying."
you grinned, "are you saying I'm pretty?"
"I'm saying your face structure is distracting," he barked, ears red.
You laughed.
That only made his blush worse.
Taehun slammed another coin in like it personally insulted him and barked, "Rematch. Right now."
yandere taehun who when he won? Oh. You had to suffer. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he’d say, standing up like he was giving a damn press conference, “We’ve done it. I have once again proven that I am, in fact, your superior.”
“You won one round.”
“That’s all I needed.”
Then he’d grin at you, dumb and wide and so obviously proud of himself that you had to hold yourself back from beating the fuck out of him
yandere taehun who it became habit for him—dangerously so to cling onto you. He started leaning into your space like it was his.
Started pulling your hoodie strings, started walking behind you and messing with your hair until you smacked him away.
“God, you’re clingy,” you muttered one day, after he looped an arm around your shoulders for no reason at all.
“I’m not clingy,” he said, voice muffled as he leaned on your back.
“You’re literally clinging.”
“I’m strategically anchoring myself to my favorite girl”
“…?”
He looked up, blinked.
“I said ‘my favorite asshole’ You misheard.”
Uh-huh.
But still… when you rolled your eyes and tried walking away, he grabbed the back of your bag.
“Oi. Where are you going?”
“Home?”
“I didn’t say you could go yet.”
“really dude.”
“You still owe me another round. Best of five.”
"You lost the last three.”
“So I need redemption. Duh.”
yandere taehun who only got worse over time, inviting himself over to your house.
What started with Taehun walking you home "by accident" turned into him casually slipping his shoes off at your front door like he'd lived there all his life.
"Where's your mom?" he asked once, already halfway down the hallway.
"Not home."
"Perfect. I hate being polite." He made a beeline for your room, flopped onto your bed like gravity summoned him there, and spread out like he owned the place.
“This is comfortable,” he muttered, patting the sheets with approval. “It’s mine now.”
You stood by the door with your arms crossed. “What do you want, Taehun?"
He didn’t even look at you.
“Company. "
“I didn’t invite you.”
“You never do."
You sighed.
He really didn’t care about permission anymore. He just picked up your plushie, tossed it in the air, caught it. “You sleep with this? What are you, five?”
You snatched it back. “What are you, still in my house?” He rolled onto his side, smirking as his brown shaggy hair fell over his eyes.
“Yep. Got snacks?"
Asshole.
And worst of all? Whenever your phone was vulnerable (you would step out the room to get some water ), he’d started going through your phone.
One moment he was busy going through your cabinets, and the next, he had your phone in his hands like it was some security threat.
"Who's this guy?" he muttered, scrolling through your messages, not caring that you were back, that you knew he was going through your phone.
"Why’s he got a emoji next to his name? Huh? Who's ‘Minwoo’? Sounds like a loser."
You lunged. “Taehun, give me my phone—!”
“Don’t worry, I’m blocking him for you.”
“Give—”
“Wait, who’s this one??”
You finally snatched the phone from him, glaring as you locked the screen. “Do you want to get kicked out?” you asked, deadpan.
He crossed his arms, furrowing his eyebrows like a little kid disciplined as you glared at him, “Do I go through your phone?"
“no but thats ‘cause mine’s boring. Yours is suspicious.”
You stared at him, completely unamused. He kicked your foot lightly.
“Come on. Let me see it. I won’t block anyone.”
“…You blocked someone last week.”
“He had too many vowels in his name. I don’t trust that.”
You sighed again and sat on the floor, pulling your phone back out. He immediately narrowed his eyes.
“Are you seriously going back on it? After that whole tug-of-war?”
“Yeah,” you said plainly, scrolling. “You talk too much.”
“Unreal. I should dump you.”
“We’re not dating.”
“We would be if you stopped texting other people.”
yandere taehun who even when you were slightly quiet, would interrogate you.
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
“You’re ignoring me.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Think about me.”
You stared at him.
“…You’re not that interesting.”
He scowled. “You wound me.”
You turned your head. He immediately poked your cheek.
“Still mad?”
“I said I’m not.”
“Okay, but your face says you hate me.”
“That’s just my face.”
“Fix it.”
You didn’t. So he sighed—loudly, dramatically—then slung his arm around your shoulder and leaned all his weight on you like a dramatic cat who decided you were his.
“Whatever. I forgive you.”
“I didn’t ask for forgiveness.”
“Shhh. I’m a bigger person. You’re welcome.”
yandere taehun who at some point, just gave up pretending. He didn’t even bother hiding the way he followed you everywhere anymore. Didn’t hide the clinginess, the comments, the hands always somewhere on you—ruffling your hair, dragging you by the sleeve, throwing an arm over your shoulder like he had a claim.
yandere taehun who even started bringing you with him to taekwondo practice. Not because you showed interest. Not because you wanted to go. But because he decided your presence was mandatory.
“You need to build discipline,” he said one afternoon, already dragging you along by the wrist. “All you do is lay around like a depressed cat.”
“Because I’m tired.”
“You’re always tired.”
“Because you waste my energy.”
He ignored you.
By the time you got to the gym, you’d already made peace with your fate—your body going completely limp the second you saw the mats. He tossed you a towel. You used it as a pillow and lay flat on the floor while he did warmups.
“Are you seriously just gonna lay there like roadkill?” he asked, already doing perfect stretches with his jacket tied around his waist.
You grunted in reply. “Unreal,” he muttered, launching into a roundhouse kick that probably could’ve decapitated a dummy.
“I’m a masterpiece, and you’re not even watching.” Another grunt from the floor.
“Oi,” he barked. You cracked an eye open. He stood there, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising with practiced breath, gaze sharp—but somehow still smug.
“Did you see that kick?” he asked.
“Mm.”
“Rate it.”
“Out of ten?”
“Duh.”
“Two.”
His face froze. “Excuse me?!”
You yawned. “Had no flair.”
“I almost broke the goddamn dummy.”
“You didn’t even sparkle.”
He stomped over, crouched beside you, towel slung around his neck, breathing hard but still managing to look like a bratty gremlin.
yandere taehun who had the ego of a celebrity and the attitude of a sleep-deprived delinquent. He walked into school like everyone should clap, like the hallways were a runway and he was the show.
And honestly? The worst part was? He was stupidly good at everything.
He fought well. He kicked even better. He had enough natural charm to make people love him—or fear him—and enough arrogance to act like he deserved both.
“I’m the best,” he’d say without irony, leaning back in his chair with that smug smirk on his face. “Objectively. No bias.”
"definitely not humble,” you’d mutter from your desk.
He clicked his tongue. “Can’t have everything, right?”
He bullied literally everyone. Students, upperclassmen, even teachers if they looked at him funny.
No one was safe.
Except you.
You were the one person he insulted with a filter. He’d still poke at you, sure. Still call you lazy, annoying, boring. Still grab your collar when you tried getting away from him, still made fun of your lack of motivation to do anything.
But when it came to real teasing? He went soft. That one time a guy in your class made a joke about your handwriting being messy, Taehun practically teleported across the room, eyes narrowed and mouth tight.
"Say that again,” he said, tone flat and dangerous. The guy laughed. “Dude, chill, I was just—”
“I’ll break your fingers so you can’t write either. Wanna match?”
You blinked, confused. “Taehun—”
“Shut up, I’m defending your honor.”
“I don’t need—”
“Shut up.” And then he turned to you and muttered: “…Your handwriting is still ugly, though.”
You deadpanned. “and you're still a bitch."
yandere taehun who over time, grew softer with you, even when his face still looked blank and unreadable to others.
He started becoming handsy without realizing—resting his head on your shoulder during study periods, curling beside you on the floor during movie nights, brushing his fingers through your hair when you looked tired and pretending it meant nothing.
He still insulted you. Still mocked you. Still had that signature bratty glint in his eye when he called you names.
But it was different now. You two became practically inseparable. Like best friends, but not. Something closer, something messier.
You bickered and teased and called each other names, but you never drifted far. He knew your routines by heart—knew where you’d be, when you’d leave, how fast he had to walk to catch up.
“Don’t go,” he’d mutter when you tried to leave him early.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll miss you. Dumbass.”
yandere taehun who at some point, things shifted. Not all at once, but slowly—like gravity pulling you closer without warning. Taehun had always been in your space, hovering around like a storm cloud with too much attitude and not enough boundaries. But now? He was practically glued to you.
yandere taehun who treated you like you were his personal comfort zone, his stress relief, his person.
He’d whisper jokes against your temple during long lectures, trace your hand with his finger under the desk when he was bored, and randomly pull you into his chest so tightly they almost knocked you off balance.
And if you ever gave him even the tiniest bit of affection back—like touching his hair or letting him nap against you? He’d act all smug about it for the next week.
“See? You’re getting attached,” he’d whisper, watching you with that slow, half-lidded gaze that made girls all over from the school fawn over him.
“You wish."
IM BACK YALL!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! BTW THIS IS NOT PROOF READ
WHAT ELSE CHARACTERS SHOULD I DO? OR LIKE ANY REQUESTS?? SHOULD I REWRITE YAN LIGHT ?? IDK GIVE ME IDEAS !! :33 👅👅
ㅤㅤㅤJEALOUSY, JEALOUSY!✶
ㅤㅤᘛᘚ ✿ 𝗽𝗿𝗲́𝗰𝗶𝘀 ⋮ how johan seong, eli jang, jake kim & samuel seo + taehun seong act when they're jealous ｡>﹏< headcanons───O732
ㅤ ୨୧ JOHAN SEONG
cutie baby he can do no wrong (no i'm not biased)
he mostly doesn't mind you being affectionate with others bc duh you're so nice and sweet ofc you have many friends / acquaintances ! he's perfectly happy js standing by your side (like the true puppybf he is)
if it's someone showing romantic interest towards you though, he'll become SO sulky (n then kinda mad at himself for being vulnerable w/ his emotions. he's truly a seong.)
johan would rather voluntarily hang out with gun than ever get mad at You, obviously, it's not your fault you're so perfect ?
probably just tries to look extra intimidating so the person backs off on their own (he'll be your scary dog privilege Please let him)
his jealousy will mostly manifest in him being extra brooding n mopey Afterwards
would like reassurances n praise ab him being your favorite boy forever in the whole world (#trust me)
seong taehoon bf + nsfw hc's
general
sfw
» probably wouldn't care about gender. taehoon likes who he likes, as long as you're "interesting" in his eyes. would hate it if you're a total study geek. he wants some fun, and would totally force you out to skip classes with him. he sees beautiful girls trip over their feet for him everyday, so he wont care about looks either
» if he likes you, he likes you a lot. taehoon doesn't fall for just anyone, so he crushes hard on the very rare occasion he does
» if you showed any interest in taekwondo, he'll be so excited but refuses to let it show (tsundere..) he'll force you to sign up for classes and will be your personal tutor. will definitely make fun of you if you fall or trip, but he'd help you up anyway
» normally he never blushes, but around you? his cheeks are almost always twinged slightly pink. being so pale, it's extremely obvious whenever he's blushing. he doesn't turn super red, just barely enough for it to be noticeable if you squint
» finds pda super cringey, but he'll begrudgingly agree if you want to. the most he'll do in public is maybe a kiss or two. he likes holding hands though
» hates all the sappy couple stuff, so he shows he loves you in.. rather odd ways. if you're a fighter, he'll ask you to spar with him a bunch, then patch up your bruises/wounds for you like he didn't caught them. he'll leave snacks/drinks lying around for you silently like a mini surprise. taehoon's also constantly bickering with you, all out of love of course. one day you even find a matching pair to his pajama pants in your draw without warning. you're just more confused how he managed to sneak it in there without you noticing
» literally emotionally constipated. he cannot talk about his feelings for the life of him, so he just tries to subtly show it nonverbally. spoiler alert, he really sucks at it. you have to basically force him to open up, but even then you know he's holding back
» but if it's about you? he will make you talk and spill everything immediately. he has no hesitation in pointing out if you're feeling down or upset, and willing to listen (even if he does say it in harsh ways). however, he'll soon realizes his hypocrisy and gets better at expressing himself
» very blunt and even mean if you try to talk bad about yourself. seong taehoon likes you, so are you implying he has bad taste?? how dare you. your insecurities quickly fade after taehoon shuts them all down. ("if i didn't like you, i woulda already broken up with 'ya")
» drops literally anything and everything for you. if you call him and you sound even the slightest bit upset, he's on the way. because of this, he has your location 24/7. he's extremely scared of someone hurting you because of him, so he never wants to stray too far away from you. after all, there's nowhere safer than next to him
» even though he has no hesitation calling you any insult, he is so nervous to say i love you. it's a big milestone for taehoon and he feels vulnerable saying it so he'll wait for the right time
» secretly possessive. he hates anyone touching what's his. in public, he'll inch you closer to him so people get the hint that you're his and he's yours.
» love language is quality time and acts of service. for taehoon, actions speak a lot louder than words. he loves a comfortable space with you even if you aren't doing anything, simply because it's with you.
» secretly goes to rumi and wangguk for relationship advice. he doesn't trust hobin or gaeul or jiksae or just about anyone. rumi and wangguk actually have a good relationship, so he thinks they're the most trustworthy
nsfw
» marks marks marks. you will leave his house stumbling with a sore ass, and a plethora of hickeys littered across your neck and chest. not to mention the countless bruises on you from him grabbing you too hard. he's just staking his claim, in his defense
» extremely rough. he's good with his hips and has a crazy amount of stamina, so you better be prepared for an endless amount of rounds
» finds it fun to edge you continuously. he likes watching you squirm and beg him for release. having that type of power over you invokes something primal in taehoon
» is 100% huge. maybe around 6'5in and slightly girthy
» will never ever bottom, even if you beg him. it's just not to his liking
» loves seeing you cry from pleasure. it lets him know he's doing a great job, and it fuels a flame inside of him. something about how your voice cracks on a moan, or how you tremble and tell him it's too much.. it turns taehoon on so much
» you will come before taehoon, unless you're on punishment or something similar. he puts your pleasure first. while he stretches you out, he tries to wring at least one orgasm out before he fucks you. you just get so much more sensitive, and it's so much more fun to toy around with you
» if he's feeling particularly mean, he'll make you ride him until you can't anymore. he knows that it feels better when he does it, but he takes delight in the way that you try to desperately chase the same pleasure he gives you
» big into degrading names. he calls you all sorts of names like whore, slut, cumdump, etc. you can try and deny it all you want, but he can feel the way you tighten up around him whenever he says it
» somewhat talkative during sex. despite the names he calls you, he'll always praise your body and reactions to him. ("what a perfect hole, just for me.", "let me hear some more pretty sounds, hmm?.")
» more than once, he's actually broken parts of your bed frame. you thought that only happened as a joke, but here you are standing over your now concave wooden frame.
» so perverted. taehoon stares at your body unabashedly, whether in public or private. even hobin calls him out for staring at your ass, but taehoon doesn't care. it's his anyways, he should be allowed to stare at it whenever he wants
» very attentive during aftercare. if you want anything, he'll have it presented to you within minutes. he makes sure you drink lots of water considering how much you moaned. he even learns how to massage your legs from hobin
fin
a/n is the how to fight/viral hit fandom still alive..... hi guys i'm a little late.....
also sorry that this isn't weak hero, but i finished viral hit recently and i'm back into my taehoon obsession >__> there's too little fics of him and i will. fix that. but don't worry, my blog will still be mostly weak hero unless theres more demand for viral hit/study group (and possibly lookism) 🙂↕️
can you pls make a oneshot where the reader is close friends with taehoon and yohan (both of which has a crush on her) and was on a stroll with the former at a park in gangbuk but somehow bumped into yohan and there’s lotsss of tension????
Two Seong's To Choose
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The sun had begun to set casting it's orange glow on everything that it touches, [Name] and Taehun have been walking around the city. Chatting, going to arcades and whatever you expect teenagers do.
But lately [Name] has been noticing how Taehun leans much closer to her than normal lately, whenever she has something to show to Taehun. He inches more closer to the point she can feel the heat of his skin having contact with his.
Or how he stands too close to her, she can always feel him standing too close by. There was even one time she wanted to show him something funny, so she leaned back against her chair but was greeted with Taehun's face which greatly startled and flustered her.
[Name] just brushed it off as maybe Taehun being too comfortable.
"You're walking too close Taehun..." "Mhmm? So what?" An irk mark appeared on [Name] head. "So what my ass..." [Name] said pushing Taehun away with her shoulder, he gruff and pushed her teasingly with his shoulder. "Ouch!" [Name] said, faking it by gently rubbing her her with a pout.
Taehun just smirked and playfully pinched her cheek which [Name] swatted at, the two began to bicker like always.
"[Name]..?"
The two stopped as they both turned to look, [Name] eyes widened as her lips broke into a smile. "Johan?" She said, happy to see him. Johan stood tall, just around the same height as Taehun. His lips broke into a smile.
"It's been a long time [Name]... how have you been?"
"I've been doing good, it's been so long since we last saw each other!" [Name] said approaching Johan leaving Taehun to stand behind with a frown across his face, he crossed his arms watching the two interact. He grumbled his throat and approached the two.
"[Name], who is that?" He asked catching the [H/C] haired attention. "Oh this is Johan Seong, we grew up together." [Name] said as the Taehun raised an eyebrow at the boy's last name.
"Seong?" "And Johan, this is Taehun Seong."
Johan's ears also perked up Taehun's last name too but didn't pay much attention to it. "I just realized that you two have the same last name huh." [Name] chuckled finding it hilarious but the two didn't.
"Yeah.."
"How do you two know each other?"
"Oh, me and Taehun met through our parents when me and family moved." [Name] said as Johan remembered around middle school that [Name] and her family had to move away to another city.
The two continued to stare down at each other while [Name] stood awkwardly on the side watching the two, she didn't know what to do or to say but she can feel the tension radiating between the two.
She felt if she doesn't do anything right now, something will happen that it'll either embarrass her or make her mad so she decided to say something to settle and ease the tension between the two Seong's.
"So.. would you like to join us Johan?" [Name] asked as the two snapped out of their staring battle, Taehun looked at her with betrayal and annoyance for even inviting Johan with them. While Johan stared at her for a few minutes before nodding his head.
"Sure, I got nothing else to do anyway.."
[Name] smiled brightly and was about to move but Taehun obviously had something to say.
"Huh? You serious [Name]? I'm not letting this guy join us." He said, [Name] internally sighed feeling trouble was about to happen. "Taehu-"
"Why is that?" Johan cut off [Name], narrowing his eyes at Taehun. 'Oh boy..' [Name] thought to herself.
"Huh? Why is that? It's because me and [Name] already planned this hangout just the two of us." "No, you didn't-"
"[Name] can choose on who she wants to hang out with, you can't control on what she does."
The two brown haired glared at each other as [Name] sighed, already feeling tired at handling the two. Taehun was already a handful to deal with, Johan was easy since he knows how to behave himself.
But whenever he gets threaten he becomes a handful too, [Name] let out another sigh before she walked away from the two.
'I don't know who those two are..'
She thought to herself, not wanting to be caught in a fight between them and be embarrassed in public where someone might know her. The two hadn't noticed that [Name] had walked away from them, they continued to bicker and glared at each other.
But the moment they noticed that [Name] wasn't there anymore, she was already far off from them. Her back slowly going further and further, the two panicked as they followed behind her.
"[Name]! Wait up!" 'Ughh...'
viral hit/how to fight : seong taehun
clingy taehun
one thing about taehun was that whenever it came to something he was interested in, he took it very seriously.
whether it was training in taekwondo, protecting hobin and the gang, playing at the arcade, or his recently discovered hobby, taehun always gave it his full attention.
Seong Taehoon x Reader: Mild Flirtations
G/N. You pick up a new hobby. Masterlists
You should really do some exercise, you had thought out loud.
There's a great Taekwondo studio, your friends suggested.
The instructor is really nice! Another one agreed.
...And his son is really hot. They all chirped their agreement at this.
That's not to say that that was the decider on why you opted to pick up taekwondo. You had actually reasoned that learning self defense and being able to kick ass was the best byproduct of working out. The hot son has nothing to do with this.
Sort of. Maybe.
At least it is 100% not the reason why you're still here, 5 classes later, surrounded by toddlers and Hansu giving you kind reassuring smiles now and then.
Turns out, he's not even your type anyway. Your type is sweet and kind. Not a leggy brat with a brown mop, a foul attitude and an even fouler mouth.
"If that ankle keeps clicking, I'm going to break it."
"Taehoon!" Hansu scolds, frowning at the unruly teen who is glaring at you from the corner.
As if on cue, your ankle clicks as you throw out a kick and you relish watching Taehoon's eye twitch.
You give him a smirk and he arches a brow at you.
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"What's up with it, anyway?" A shadow looms over you after everyone has left and you have kindly helped Master Hansu clean up. You're sitting on the floor, sock half pulled on.
"What?"
"Your fucked up ankle." Taehoon says as if it's obvious and you roll your eyes.
"It's fine. It just clicks." What is with this guy?
There's nothing wrong with it. So what if you hurt your leg during a gym class years ago, leading to a rolled ankle and it now clicks most of the time.
"Bullshit." He squats down, and with a combination of ridiculous strength and reflex, plucks your leg from right under you.
You land on your back with a thud.
"What are you doing?!"
"Shut up." Taehoon's eyes are focused, lips pulled into a thin line as he scrutinises your leg, hands squeezing your ankle almost painfully and moving slowly up like he's searching for something.
Fuck you is on the tip of your tongue, but then he stops, having found what he's looking for.
With a curled finger, he digs his knuckle into a sensitive spot on your calf and discomfort shoots down your leg and straight into your foot.
You let out a squeal at the, frankly, torture and this time Taehoon is the one smirking.
"Get off-" You aim a kick with your free leg and he deflects it without effort.
"Stop squirming," he commands, using the same authoritative tone as when he's leading a class and you're an annoying brat that can't follow instructions.
Fuck you is again on the tip of your tongue. You are this close to screaming for Hansu, who is nowhere to be seen except-
The pain lessens. Dulls.
There's a mild throb as Taehoon carries on... massaging (if you're being generous) your leg and a tightness you didn't know you had eases.
"Oh." You breathe, eyebrows lifting in surprise that this is actually helping, an age-old knot in your calf dissipating.
"Dipshit," he mutters, holding your ankle. Rotates it five times clockwise, five times counterclockwise and there's no clicking. At all.
"Idiot." he throws you a final insult.
And shit. Finally you notice it.
No, not the fact that he's still holding your foot in his hand with a surprising gentleness. You will only recall this later tonight, as you lie in bed, that his grip is soft, his hands are calloused and just one is almost big enough to encircle your entire ankle.
Instead, it hits you like a truck in this exact moment that there's this weird kindness about him, despite the manhandling and the shitty attitude. Which, you can admit, might be the teensiest bit endearing.
And. You finally realise, cheeks burning red as you gulp and Taehoon's smirk grows, that fuck. Your friends were right-
He really is hot.