#weak hero class two

[parkjihoonswifey]

should i post the next part of things ys cannot control or have yall lost interest already cause i lwk overestimated myself but i love the plot so freaking much

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[weakheronicki]

hiiii! i really really love your work and style of writing, can you do a story with Gotak about grumpy x sunshine pls? 🙏🏻 something between romantic and spicy; thnks sm 🧸✨

Tolerating you

⤷ Contains: From friends to lovers, tenderness, romance, teasing, passive-aggressive banter, cafeteria setting, mild angst, academic setting, mild spice ⤷ Pairing: Go Hyun-tak (Gotak) x Reader (Female/Gender-Neutral Representation). ⤷ Word Count: Approximately 600 words. ⤷ Warnings: Mild language, teasing, suggestive themes, passionate kissing, mild biting/marking. ⤷ Contains: From friends to lovers, tenderness, romance, teasing, passive-aggressive banter, cafeteria setting, mild angst, academic setting, mild spice ⤷ Pairing: Go Hyun-tak (Gotak) x Reader (Female/Gender-Neutral Representation). ⤷ Word Count: Approximately 600 words. ⤷ Warnings: Mild language, teasing, suggestive themes, passionate kissing, mild biting/marking.

If there was one thing Go Hyun-tak was good at, it was complaining.

He had an almost poetic knack for making passive-aggressive comments about anything: the weather, the price of noodles, or the fact that Hu-min had worn his favorite shirt again without asking.

But today, his favorite target was you.

— It’s fascinating how you can spend three hours choosing a pen color, but it takes you exactly two seconds to ignore my messages — Hyun-tak blurted out, crossing his arms as he glared at you from across the cafe table.

You just giggled, tidying your things. You knew perfectly well that when Gotak went into “sarcastic complaining” mode, it really only meant one thing: he wanted your attention.

You were his ray of sunshine, the only person who, instead of responding to his provocations with a punch, looked at him with tenderness. And that completely disarmed him, even if his mouth said otherwise.

— Hi to you too, Gotak. I missed you too — you said with a bright smile.

Hyun-tak rolled his eyes, though the pink blush on his cheeks betrayed the effect of your smile. He slumped into the chair across from you, dragging his feet dramatically.

— Sure, sure. I bed your level of missing me is equivalent to my desire to study math right now. Which is to say, zero — he remarked, stealing a sip of your iced coffee —. Besides, it tastes awful. Why do you always order things that look like liquid sugar? Are you trying to have a diabetic meltdown before you’re twenty?

— If you don’t like it, don’t drink it — you replied, amused by his perpetual complaining —. I came to help you study because you asked me to, not to receive a food critique.

— I didn’t ask for anything — he retorted immediately, pointing his pen at you —. I told Hu-min I had my doubts, and he, with his mosquito brain, assumed I wanted you to come and save my life. But since you're here... I guess I can tolerate your presence. For a while. A short while.

Despite his cutting remarks, Hyun-tak moved closer. His notes were a mess of doodles and half-finished sketches.

As you explained the first topic, he kept interrupting with passive-aggressive comments about the Korean education system, but his eyes were fixed on you. Every time you pointed at the notebook, his fingers would "accidentally" brush against yours. When you laughed at his complaints, he would look away, trying to hide a goofy grin that didn't fit his tough-guy Eunjang facade.

The tension subtly shifted as the cafeteria began to empty. The atmosphere became more intimate. You leaned across the table to correct a formula in his notebook, getting so close your breath brushed his cheek.

Gotak froze. His eyes flicked down to your lips and then back up to yours. His usual quick wit for a sarcastic retort completely failed him.

— What’s wrong? — you whispered, enjoying seeing him speechless for the first time that day —. Cat got your tongue?

— It’s funny how you talk so much when you’re at a safe distance, but now you’re being provocative — he replied, regaining his composure. His voice dropped an octave, becoming huskier and more drawn out —. You think just because you’re the ‘sunshine’ of the group I don’t dare do anything?

— You don’t dare — you challenged, a spark of mischief in your voice.

Hyun-tak let out a short laugh, that half-mocking laugh he used before a fight, but this time the danger was purely electric.

In one swift motion, he reached across the table and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you toward him without leaving any room for doubt.

— You’re so unbearable — he murmured against your lips before closing the distance.

The kiss was quick, a little awkward at first because of the surprise, but it quickly became intense and charged with an urgency you’d both been hiding behind jokes and complaints. Hyun-tak’s tongue slid confidently across your mouth, savoring the sweetness of the coffee as he pulled you closer. His other hand moved up to your waist, squeezing firmly, a possessive grip that made you let out a soft moan against his lips.

He pulled back just millimeters, panting, his eyes sparkling and a smug smile returning to his face.

— Wow. Turns out iced coffee isn't so bad when it comes with dessert — he remarked in his classic passive-aggressive tone, though his thumb was gently caressing your cheek, a softness that completely contradicted his words.

— Shut up and kiss me again — you asked, grabbing his jacket.

— What a bossy girl — he retorted, but it didn't take him half a second to capture your lips again, this time deepening the kiss under the dim lights of the empty café.

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𓍯𓂃 wearing a jacket they forgot at yours | whc x reader one shots

༝༚༝༚ pairings. Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Jeon Yeongbin. x gn!reader

wc. 1.6k genre. fluff archive whc archive

synopsis. whc characters' reactions to you wearing a jacket they forgot at your place warnings. none

a/n. lazy surprise fluff post

ʚɞ YEON SIEUN

finds it cute, won't confess

He’s glancing at his phone screen for the third time in a minute, subconsciously refreshing his feed to check for any missed calls or messages from you, letting out a puff of air as he comes up empty-handed.

He hears you before he sees you, your hand waving in the air as you spot your boyfriend, calling his name obnoxiously loud like there’d be a possibility that this frowning mug doesn’t belong to Yeon Sieun.

“You’re being too loud.”, he dead-pans, eyes traveling across the spill of gray fabric that has you engulfed. His gaze lingers for a mere second, corner of his lips lifting subtly before he drags back the chair for you to sit.

ʚɞ AHN SUHO

loves it, needs to see you in it 24/7 and hopes that it'll keep other guys away

As Suho raps on your ajar bedroom door, your head whirls up from your phone game, not expecting to see your boyfriend leaning against the door frame.

His eyes are fixed on you, toying with the helmet in his hand. “Ready?”

“Are we on duty?”, you guess, already rolling off your bed before padding towards him, eager to spend the evening with your boyfriend, even if it meant helping him deliver food.

“Yes, ma’am.”, Suho validates, stretching his hand across his forehead in a mock salute.

As you approach him, he waits for you to tilt your head up, pecking at your lips before giving your hip a light squeeze. “Go put on a jacket, it’s freezing.”

You hum, not having considered that aspect, so you walk back to your dressing table, grabbing the black and red windbreaker off your spinning chair.

As you put it on, fishing the collar out of the neck part, Suho eyes you with a faint sparkle in his gaze.

"What?", you mouth as you pass him to enter the corridor. He catches up with you in two strides.

“Nice pick,”

“You like my jacket?” He dips his chin and laughs, watching you step under his arm as he holds the entrance door open for you. You twist mid step to walk backwards, looking up at Suho, hoping he’d bring his head down for another kiss. “Yeah? Looks good on me?”

He nods again. “You should keep it, wear it often — especially when I’m not around, hm?”

ʚɞ OH BEOMSEOK

wants to know why you're so fond of it, blushes when he finds out

“What do you like so much about the jacket?”, Beomseok quips, eyes flicking up to you only for a second before dipping back to the view of your hand gripping the seam of the wide sleeve.

He has to bite back a grin.

The words trail around you before your brain processes them.

“Huh?”

Your fingers are curled around the straw of your smoothie, somehow finding peace in the way the plastic straw repeatedly gets pushed up by the Co2 even though you keep pressing it down.

You hadn’t put much thought into choosing your jacket, your hand automatically having steered past the rest of your neatly hung jackets before gripping the familiar piece of garment that had accompanied you throughout the whole week.

“I don’t know why-“, you start, letting your words trail into an abyss as you get a glimpse of Beomseok’s notes app being open, fingers hovering about the keyboard. The idea gets to you at once: he wants to expand his shopping list for you.

“Baby,”, you huff, dropping your straw to grab his hands across the table. “I don’t like the jacket. I like the fact that it’s your jacket.”

Unlike his screen that goes dark with inactivity, Beomseok whole face lights up.

ʚɞ PARK HUMIN (BAKU)

absolutely mesmerized by the sight

You're sitting in a booth at Baku's chicken, knees drawn up against your chest as you're occasionally stealing glances at your boyfriend while he's waiting tables.

He's doing the same, only less subtle. Even the guests he's serving are glimpsing your way to see what their waiter is grinning for.

The urge to roll your eyes had never been stronger but the corners of your lips continue to twitch up, betraying you.

It's not long until the people start clearing and you help him tidy up. Humin refuses to let you touch the dirty dishes, leaving you to mop the floor instead.

While you twist the broom stick in your hands, head dipped sideways to exmamine if you're finished, an arm sneaking around your middle makes you jump.

“You’re only wearing my clothes from now on.”, Humin softly suggests, lips dragging lightly against your cheek.

You laugh. “And what are you wearing?”

"Same clothes every day if that means I get to see you like this."

ʚɞ GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)

wants it back after watching you wear it for a while, hoping it'll smell like you

Gotak stares at you for a whole minute before deciding to speak up. He's inspecting the jacket on your shoulders, making sure it's his before he curses under his breath.

“I want it back.”, he simply states, already stretching out his hand towards you.

You look up from your notes, glancing left and right to see if he might be addressing anyone else in the library but you two appear to be alone at the table.

“No.”, you refuse, clutching the garment tighter around your frame. “I can lend it to you, but it's mine now."

He scoffs, ripping his eyes open dramatically.

“I can only borrow my own jacket?”

You nod, grabbing your ruler to underline a relevant topic on your paper. “Occasionally.", you yield. "One week max so it starts smelling like you again, then I’ll get it back.”

Gotak hums in response, repeatedly pointing his pen at you. “And I get it for the time it smells like you?" He throws up his hands like he'd just been offered a great proposal. "Deal.”

ʚɞ KANG WOOYOUNG

loves to see you drown in it, needs you to put on his boxing gloves next

“What are you wearing?” Wooyoung shoots up an eyebrow, tracing a finger along the seam of your over-sized training jacket, as he subtly pulls the material up to check up if you were hiding shorts beneath the huge garment.

You were. He chuckles, letting go of the fabric.

Wooyoung had tossed the trainer into your laundry basket a few days ago after taking a shower at yours and you had fished it out of there for reasons you weren’t ready to name just yet. (You love his post workout smell)

“It’s called clothes, Woo.", you counter. "While I love the topless look on you, I don’t think I can pull it off at a public gym without risking a life time ban.”

He just waves his hand dismissively. “Bullshit. People in the sauna are naked as well.”

Before you can ask him how he knew that, he slides under the barbell and starts lifting. His gaze trails all the way up to you, hardly sneaking glances — he's staring.

“Concentrate.”, you suggest but Wooyoung already gave up on his training, making you grab the metal rod off him.

He waits until you're in a less crowded space before he pulls you flush against his sweaty chest, smiling against your lips.

"You need me that close to you, hm?", he guesses, cocky as ever. You push off him in a playful manner, pondering whether you should reveal that you wear his boxer shorts sometimes.

ʚɞ GEUM SEONGJE

likes the fact that it signals people that you're taken

You're nibbling on the cords of your jacket, eyes burning from the computer flickering before you. The game keeps getting more suspense, a deep divot already forming between your eyebrows from concentration.

Seongje's sitting next to you, focused on his own screen. "Stop chewing on the strings,", he complains all monotone after a while, not letting up from his game. "It's disgusting."

"You know what's disgusting?", you counter, not waiting for a reply as you continue. "Your jacket smells like cigarette smoke and closet."

Seongje just huffs at that, bringing one hand to you to tug on your sleeve. "You can always give it back."

You press your lips to a thin line, refusing to give up your jacket, so you just sink further into your seat.

"Thought so.", he mutters under his breath.

ʚɞ NA BAEKJIN

likes that you find security in him

Baekjin had left you behind in his office, assigning Seongje to occasionally keep an eye on you until he came back. You attempt to fall asleep on his couch, but it proves rather difficult with the furniture bearing no pillows, much less a blanket.

Sleepy as you are, you brush the inconveniences aside and grab one of your boyfriend's jackets off the rack, where he had neatly put them up, covering your body in it as you drift to sleep.

Baekjin comes back a little later than anticipated, finding you knocked out on his couch and his jacket draped over your torso.

He watches you for a little while before stepping back to the door and locking it. For the remainder of your slumber, he only attends to his employees needs through text messages.

ʚɞ JEON YEONGBIN

intentionally leaves pieces of his clothing at your place, hoping to see you wear them

You found the jean jacket in your washing machine, freshly washed and smelling clean, so you assumed that your mom had found it buried somewhere in the basement.

Fond of having such an expensive piece of clothing lying around, you decide to wear it to the club to meet your friends.

While your peers shower you in compliments for the pretty combination you had pulled off, Yeongbin simply sneers at the sight.

“I’ve been searching for this one.", he lies, knowing exactly when he had dropped it into your laundry basket. "I bet all of my missing clothes are somewhere in your closet."

As your friends tease you about it, you nod, agreeing. "You'll find more of your clothes in there than mine.", you confess.

“And you're planning to keep them all?" He cocks an eyebrow, fond of you nodding your head yes.

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hii ~ pick from my wips what will be published next!!! 🤭🤭

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๑ kiss me (and i might drop dead) | whc boys.

๑ synopsis : in which, you liked to think the consequences of your impulsive decisions ended fairly well. ๑ featuring : yeon sieun. ahn suho. oh beomseok. park humin. go hyuntak. seon juntae. kang wooyoung. geum seongje. na baekjin.

๑ genre : fluff :) ๑ warnings : kissing (title lol) and maybe ooc traits?

๑ requested by @/illuminaughty12345 !

word count : 3.4k ✧ masterlist.

๑ yeon sieun.

Everyone had warned you about him when you first transferred.

He's cold. He doesn't talk to people. Don't bother. And they were right, technically, Sieun didn't talk to people. He sat in the back, read during lunch, and looked at the world like it was a mildly inconvenient equation he hadn't solved yet.

What they didn't tell you was that he noticed everything.

He'd noticed you on your first day, you could tell by the way his eyes tracked you once across the room and then deliberately didn't again. You'd started sitting near him in the library because it was quiet there, and because unlike everyone else, he didn't try to fill the silence with noise. It was comfortable. It was easy. And you also noticed him. 

Somewhere between him wordlessly sliding a reference book your way during exam week and you leaving coffee on his desk without being asked, something had shifted. You knew it. He knew it. Neither of you said anything.

The tension had become its own presence between you. Comfortable and unbearable in equal measure.

When you look back on it, you realise you'd timed it badly. 

He was mid-calculation about something and you could see it, him with that particular focus that meant he was somewhere far away from the real world in his thoughts about calculations. It wasn’t fair that it still made him seem attractive and you think that exact train of thought was what ultimately caused the whole thing.

He wasn't even looking at you. This part both annoyed and impressed you.

And with a spontaneous thought and impulsive action, you grabbed his collar anyway and lightly pressed your lips on his with your eyes fluttering shut before you could think about it more. 

The pencil dropped. That was the only external sign that anything had happened. Internally you felt the exact moment he processed it, and then he kissed you back, no sound yet with all the intention of furthering it, one hand coming up to hold the back of your head with this careful precision that was so entirely him it made your chest ache.

When you pulled apart his ears were red. He looked at the wall for a moment.

"I had a plan," he said flatly as his whole face began warming up and you were sure your own was in a similar state. You couldn’t even believe that happened.

"A plan." You blinked in surprise. That was not an answer you expected. 

"For how I was going to do this. I've been refining it." He brushes his hair from his face with one hand with a sigh yet a smile forming on his face.  "You've derailed it."

"Is that a complaint?"

A long pause. He looked at you properly for the first time since you'd kissed him. Something behind his eyes was very warm, even if his face was doing its best to stay neutral.

"...No," he said. Quieter.

You smiled brightly, one that was reserved for him and he knew it. 

He looked away again. But the tips of his ears stayed red for a very long time. And maybe it didn’t go as bad as you think.

๑ ahn suho.

Suho was the kind of person who made everything look effortless.

That was the first thing you'd noticed about him,  not the fighting reputation, not the way people instinctively cleared a path for him. It was easy. He moved through the world like it had never occurred to him to be intimidated by anything in it. He took life itself, quite easily and never like a burden.

What took longer to notice was the loneliness underneath that. The way he was surrounded by people but close to almost none of them. The way he laughed easily but talked about himself almost never.

You'd become friends through a project, thrown together by circumstance, kept together by something neither of you bothered to name. He showed up to your study sessions with convenience store food he pretended he'd just happened to have. You pretended you didn't notice he always got your order right.

He'd been laughing about something a second before that specific easy and cheeky, open laugh he had, completely unguarded.

You couldn’t handle the way your heart fluttered so much with your stomach churning and so without much thought, you grabbed him and pressed your lips on his, eyes slowly closing. 

For a beat he was completely still. Then he kissed you back with this unhurried warmth, steady and certain, like he didn't do anything at half-measure, pulling you closer until you could feel his own breathing within you, his heart racing against your palm.   

When you separated he looked at you with that direct, uncomplicated gaze and Suho never looked away from things.

"Okay," he said breathing in, his hair slightly disheveled when you had decided to move your hands through it mid-kiss.

"Okay?"

"I mean—" He gestured between you with the ease of two people who had finally come to a realisation,  "Yeah. This is good." A grin started with his tongue coming out to lick his lips as if to actually feel that this was not just him dreaming and his lips were tingling because moments ago they were just on yours, "This is actually really good."

"You're not surprised?"

He tilted his head with a shrug, "I had a feeling." And then with more honesty, he continued, "I was going to say something eventually. I just hadn't figured out the right moment."

"And now?"

"Now you've saved me the trouble." He was fully grinning now, that bright grin that lit up his whole face and managed to make you feel like you’d struck gold. Perhaps you did. He slung an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Come on, let's go get food. We can talk about it."

"That's it? Just– food?" You mused but you think this was probably the most him thing there ever was.

"I'm hungry." He looked at you sideways. "And I like you. Both things can be true."

๑oh beomseok.

The thing about Beomseok was that everyone had an opinion about him and almost nobody was right.

People said he was cold. Arrogant. Unstable. You'd heard all of it, and you'd watched it bounce off the reality of him, the way he checked that you'd eaten when he thought you weren't paying attention. The way he remembered small things you'd mentioned once and never brought up again. The way he'd sat next to you in silence for two hours once when you were upset, not saying anything, just staying. 

That was the thing people didn't understand about him. He didn't do things halfway. He just didn't let most people close enough to see it.

Somehow you'd ended up being one of the few who got close enough. You still weren't entirely sure how. You just knew that somewhere along the way the careful distance he kept from the world had a small, specific exception, and that exception was you.

The tension between you had been building for months. Quiet and enormous.

You had to jump to reach him and you did it without thinking, arms around his neck, momentum carrying you both. He caught you on instinct, hands gripping your waist, and the kiss landed a little crooked at first. 

Then he adjusted. His hands and you brought your hand up to slide his glasses that had begun to slide down and he kissed you back like he'd been waiting a long time for permission.

When you dropped back to your feet he still had his hands on your waist. He looked at you with that expression he always wore, yet you knew it was different. Under all that careful blankness, something was very quietly overwhelmed.

"You couldn't just say something?" he said finally.

"Would you have done anything about it?"

The pause that followed was long enough to be its own answer. "...No," he admitted.

"Exactly."

He exhaled and you could tell he was amused. Then he pulled you back in, much more deliberately this time. His forehead came to rest against yours afterward and he stayed there, like he was in no particular hurry to move.

"You should know," he said quietly. "I don't— this isn't something I do easily."

"I know," you said with a wide grin.

"Okay." A beat. "Good."

๑ park humin.

Everyone at Eunjang loved Baku. That was just a fact of life there — like gravity, like the bell at the end of class. He walked into a room and the temperature went up. He laughed and people around him started smiling without knowing why. He had this quality of making everyone feel like they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

You'd been a little immune to it, at first. Cautious of people who were too easy to like.

Then you'd see the other side of it — the way he carried other people's problems with the same easy strength he carried everything else. The loyalty that ran bone-deep. The way he looked at the people he actually loved, which was different from the warm openness he gave everyone else. More specific. More real.

That was when you'd understood you were in serious trouble.

You'd been friends for months. Close enough that people made assumptions about the two of you that you both laughed off, privately, separately, each hoping the other wasn't actually laughing.

He was smiling at you wide where his eyes squinted at you, in adoration you’d think, when you decided something.

He caught you without even flinching, arms wrapping around you on pure instinct, solid and easy. The kiss wiped the laugh right off his face.

For exactly one second he was completely still.

Then he kissed you back with equal vigour, warm and genuine and a little disbelieving, like he wanted to make sure this was actually happening.

When you pulled apart his hands were still on your back, holding you loosely, and he was looking at you with this wide open expression. No mask. No performance. Just Humin, completely caught off guard.

"You—" He laughed, breathless. "You like me?"

"I almost toppled you over, Humin."

"I—" He ran a hand through his red hair, still laughing, something deeply delighted breaking open in his face. "I just— I didn't think— I thought I was being obvious and you just didn't—"

"You were obvious," you said with certainty, “But so was I.”

He stared at you. Then he dropped his head back and groaned at the ceiling. "We're idiots."

"Complete idiots."

He looked back down at you. That warm, open grin — the one he gave to everyone but somehow felt different when it was directed at just you. "Okay," he said. "Okay. We're doing this. Right now. We're doing this."

He pulled you back in before you could answer, and this time the kiss wasn't surprising at all.

๑ go hyuntak.

Hyuntak didn't talk much. This confused people who didn't know him and made perfect sense to people who did — he simply didn't see the point in words that didn't need saying.

What he did instead was show up. Consistently, quietly, without announcement. If something needed doing, he did it. If someone needed backup, he was already there. He was the most reliable person you'd ever met, expressed entirely through actions and almost never through words.

You'd learned to read him over months of friendship — the small tells, the slight shifts in that practical, matter-of-fact face. The way his jaw set when he was worried about someone. The way something around his eyes went soft, briefly, when he thought nobody was looking.

He looked at you like that sometimes. When he thought you weren't paying attention but you'd been paying attention for a while.

You'd turned his face towards you impulsively and he'd moved on instinct, adjusting his stance automatically before he registered what was actually happening.

Then you kissed him and he went completely still.

He kissed you back after a beat. Not smooth, not practiced. Just direct like the way he was about everything. When you separated he looked at you with that straight, no-nonsense gaze.

"How long?" he asked, his smile slowly forming.

"A while."

He nodded slowly. Processed this with that quiet, practical brain of his. "Me too," he said, sliding his glasses up his nose with his index finger and that move somehow made your heart flutter crazily. "Didn't say anything because I didn't want to make it weird."

"And now?"

"Now it's not weird." He said it simply, like that resolved everything. He reached out and fixed the collar of your jacket, a small, matter-of-fact gesture. "You good?"

You blinked. "You're asking me if I'm okay?"

"You just randomly kissed me. Seemed worth checking."

You laughed. He didn't, but something around his eyes softened in a way you'd only ever seen directed at the people he actually cared about.

"I'm good," you said.

"Good." He nodded once. "Then let's walk."

๑ seo juntae.

People overlooked Juntae. That was the honest truth of it — he was quiet, he stayed in the background, he didn't fight, and in a place like Eunjang that made people assume he wasn't worth paying attention to.

Those people had missed everything important.

Juntae was the one who noticed when you were tired before you said anything. Who showed up with the right snack for a bad day, who remembered that one thing you'd mentioned three weeks ago, who paid attention so quietly and so completely that you didn't realize how you felt until you went a day without seeing him.

You'd been friends long enough that his quiet care had become something you'd built your whole routine around. Long enough that the line between friendship and something else had blurred so gradually you couldn't identify exactly where it had crossed.

You just knew it had. And you hoped he did too.

He saw you coming and his first instinct — as always — was purely practical. He moved, slightly, automatically adjusting his stance.

Then you kissed him and he went completely still, which made you doubt yourself a bit and just as he could feel you almost pulling back he kissed you back, firmly because it was just how he was, and he was sure about his feelings for you at that very moment. 

When you separated, he looked at you. Juntae was always sure about things in his life and never one to be skeptical or have second thoughts, he hardly did. 

When you pulled apart he looked at you. That quiet, earnest face.

"Are you okay?" he asked first.

"Juntae. I just kissed you." You said, a little baffled but a slow grin forming on your face.

"I know. I just—" He pressed his lips together. "I wanted to make sure it wasn't— that you weren't—" He exhaled. "I didn't want to get it wrong."

At this you couldn't help but laugh as you shook your head, how he doubted it even though you basically kissed him. "You didn't get it wrong."

He nodded, something in him settling as he spoke, "I brought you those snacks last week because I wanted an excuse to see you."

"...The snacks you said were just leftovers?"

"They weren't leftovers." He looked slightly guilty. "I bought them specifically."

You stared at him. He looked back steadily, all that quiet sincerity.

You took his hand. He looked down at it, then back up at you and that small, private smile that he gave out so rarely broke across his face.

๑ kang wooyoung.

Wooyoung was the kind of friend who made everything more fun. Louder, warmer, more alive.

He'd been that way with you from the beginning. Easy warmth, easy teasing, easy company. Which was exactly the problem — because you'd spent a long time telling yourself that was just how he was, that there was nothing specific in it.

Then you'd caught him watching you one time when he thought you weren't looking. Not the usual bright, easy Wooyoung. Something quieter. Something that made your stomach do something complicated. After that it had been very hard to think of him as just a friend.

He'd caught the shift in you, you were sure of it. He was too perceptive to miss it. But he'd never pushed, never commented — just stayed warm and easy and close.

You'd finally walked through it.

You'd jumped at him and he'd caught you and spun slightly with the momentum, already laughing before he'd even registered what was happening.

"Finally," he said, pulling back just enough to look at you.

"Finally?"

"I've been waiting." He said brightly, "I figured you'd get there eventually."

"You knew?"

"Strong feeling." He tapped his temple. Then the teasing settled, slightly, into something more genuine underneath. "I like you. A lot. I have for a while. I just didn't want to push it and make things weird if you didn't feel the same."

"So you just waited?"

"I trusted you." He said it simply, no manipulation in it at all. Just that open, honest warmth. "And you got there." He tucked you under his arm, easy and comfortable, like you'd always fit there. "Took you a minute, but you got there."

"You're so annoying," you said, pressing your face into his shoulder.

"You ran at me and kissed me," he said cheerfully, chin on top of your head. "So clearly that's working for me."

๑ geum seongje.

The first time you met Seongje he'd smiled at you in a way that made you instinctively want to take a step back.

Not because he was unkind. Because he was too perceptive. That smile said I've already figured you out in a way that most people would find themselves very cautious of and would tend to avoid. Yet all it managed to do was make you more curious.

Somehow you'd ended up in each other's orbit. And the unsettling thing was that under all that sharp, performative edge, there was something that was genuinely good company. Funny, in a dry, slightly dangerous way and to you, very interesting.

He'd noticed you liked him before you'd fully admitted it to yourself. You were almost certain of it. He noticed everything and catalogued it with that sharp mind of his and then he'd done absolutely nothing about it, which had driven you slowly, completely insane.

You'd kissed him and he hadn't moved. Just let it happen, and then looked at you afterward with that glint of amusement behind his glasses with his sly grin.

"Interesting," he said.

"Interesting?"

"You've been working up to that." He adjusted his glasses, completely unruffled. "I was wondering when."

"You knew and didn't say anything?"

"More interesting to let it play out." A small shrug. Then something shifted underneath the performance, the amusement still there, but beneath it, something quieter and more honest. "I like you too. More than I planned to, if I'm being accurate."

"You planned—"

"I don't usually account for people like you." He said it matter-of-factly, like it was a mild inconvenience. He reached out and pushed a strand of hair from your face casually, almost careless, except his hand lingered a beat too long. "It's annoying," he added.

"That you like me?"

"That I didn't see it coming." He met your eyes, and the real smile appeared briefly. "Don't make a thing of it."

He didn't move away. You decided not to make a thing of it. At least not in that moment.

๑ na baekjin.

You knew who Baekjin was before you knew him. Everyone did.

What surprised you, once you actually got close enough to see past the reputation, was how much of him ran deeper than what he showed. The calculated surface was as real as he showed it. He was sharp, precise and always three moves ahead but underneath it there was something that had been through a great deal and learned to keep very careful walls around anything it valued.

He'd let you in slowly. Almost without seeming to mean to. Small things like a conversation that ran longer than it should have, his guard coming down by a degree here, a degree there. You'd understood instinctively that this was rare and handled it accordingly.

The tension between you had been simmering for months. He'd never acted on it. You understood why, Baekjin didn't do things carelessly, and this wasn't the kind of thing he'd risk without being certain.

So you made it certain for him.

You kissed him, out of impulsive, and he went very still but you could tell he was not shocked. Baekjin was never shocked. He was deciding.

Then he kissed you back. Measured, deliberate, completely intentional. When he pulled back he looked at you with those careful eyes.

"You've been thinking about that for a while," he said with his eyes staring deep into yours, maybe some part of him wanting to assure himself that this was very real.

"Yes." You said honestly.

"Why now?" He asked genuinely as he stared at you with a hint of amusement.

You paused a bit, before you replied, "I got tired of waiting for you to move first."

Something shifted behind his expression. He tilted his head. "Most people prefer not to even get involved with me." he said. "They think it's safer."

"I'm not most people."

A pause. Then something under all that careful control went soft, just at the edges. Briefly.

"No," he said quietly. "You're not." He looked at you for a long moment. "I don't do this carelessly. You understand that."

"I know."

"Then we understand each other."

He reached out and took your hand carefully yet firmly. Baekjin never did anything by accident.

Neither did you.

๑ whimsy's note : ahhh sorry for making you guys wait for so long!! a lot has been happening :") but also this might have some ooc traits? i wanted this to be more fluffy than anything intense :D i hope you liked this! and please let me know what you think :D!! also thinking to start a taglist of some sort perhapss

[wook-tzn]

Okayyy sooo how about Suho x reader (who is his gf) being the it couple?like everyone knows you’re his and no one dares to flirt with you. But one day a new student comes and he flirts with you and tho you tell him you’re not interested and taken, he doesn’t back down (cause ofc he doesn’t know Suho) and the guys friend warn him and tell him that you’re Suho’s girl and he’s like “who the fuck is that” while laughing and then Suho comes up from behind him and he’s like “keep talking to my girl and you’ll find out”

The guy never bothered you again.

Sorry if it’s good specific😭 If you don’t want then obviously you don’t have to do it💗💗💗

➥ 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄; αhn suho

〆: no warnings, just a jerk trying to get the girl.

⌊ In where that new guy didn´t know who Ahn Suho is... and why he shouldn't be flirting with that girl...⌋

⚝: Hi! On the contrary, thank you so much for being so specific with your request. That way you give me more material to work with, and I can bring you exactly, or at least as close as possible, to what you have in mind. Thanks again, and I really hope you enjoy it!

Everyone in that institute knew exactly who Ahn Suho was. It was an unwritten rule, basic knowledge you picked up on your very first day of classes.

Suho was the guy you did not mess with. He was the best fighter in the whole place, the kid who could take down five bullies at once without even breaking a sweat, and the one who spent most of his classes asleep at his desk.

His reputation preceded him, full of stories about how he had taken down entire gangs from other schools with a smile on his face and a yawn.

But there was another rule, one even more important and much stricter than not waking Suho up when he was sleeping. That rule was very simple: no one, under any circumstances, was to look at, talk too much about, or flirt with his girlfriend.

She and Suho were what all the students called the school's "It couple." Ever since they had started dating almost a year ago, their relationship had become the center of everyone's attention.

They were the perfect balance. He was the strong, feared, and loud guy when he was awake, and she was the quiet, smart, sweet girl who always had a smile for everyone else.

The dynamic between them was something everyone watched with a mix of envy and admiration. Suho treated her like she was the greatest and most valuable treasure on planet Earth. He always waited for her at the school gate every day, carried her backpack no matter how heavy it was, bought her favorite strawberry milk during breaks, and always had an arm draped over her shoulders when they walked through the hallways.

If she was nearby, Suho's bored, tired look completely disappeared and was replaced by soft eyes full of love.

He was a giant guard dog who only wagged his tail for her.

Of course, because of this, no guy in the entire school dared to approach her with romantic intentions. Everyone knew that if someone tried to flirt with her, Suho would find out in less than five minutes and the consequences would be painful and very humiliating.

The guys treated her with great respect, greeted her from a distance, and avoided making prolonged eye contact. She knew her boyfriend was intimidating, but she didn't mind. She loved Suho just the way he was, even if he got straight F's in math.

Her life at school was peaceful and predictable. Until a new student arrived.

It was a Tuesday morning, classes had started as usual. The math teacher walked into the classroom, tapped the blackboard with his wooden ruler to ask for silence, and announced that they had a new transfer student from a school in the southern part of the city.

The new kid walked into the classroom with slow but confident steps. His name was Kangdae. He was tall, had dark hair slicked back with a lot of gel, wore his uniform unbuttoned at the top, and had an arrogant smile on his face.

He walked like he owned the world. At his old school, Kangdae had been the popular guy, the heartbreaker who could get any girl he wanted, and he clearly thought things would be exactly the same here.

Kangdae introduced himself in front of the class with a strong, confident voice. As he spoke, his eyes scanned the students' desks. And then, he saw her.

She was sitting in the third row, near the window, taking notes in her notebook with deep concentration. Kangdae felt his heart skip a little beat.

She seemed like the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had shiny hair, fair skin, and such a focused expression that Kangdae found it very attractive.

Right at that moment, Kangdae decided she was going to be his new target. He always got what he wanted, and he was sure she wouldn't be the exception.

What Kangdae didn't notice, because he was too busy looking at her, was the guy sitting in the back row. Ahn Suho was asleep, his head resting on his arms on the desk, completely unaware of the new student's introduction.

The teacher pointed for Kangdae to take a seat in one of the empty spots near the front. Kangdae obeyed, but he didn't stop looking at the girl by the window for the entire class period.

When the bell rang for recess, students started getting up from their seats to head to the cafeteria. Suho was still fast asleep. She put her pens in her pencil case, closed her notebook, and got up from her chair.

She knew Suho was very tired because he had been working his part-time job the night before, so she decided to let him sleep a little longer and go buy some snacks for both of them by herself.

She left the classroom and walked down the hallway. There were a lot of people, but she walked calmly. However, she didn't realize that some footsteps were following closely behind her.

Kangdae had seen the perfect opportunity. The pretty girl was alone, walking toward the lockers. He quickened his pace, approached her, and stepped in front of her, resting one hand on the metal lockers to block her path.

She stopped, surprised, and took a small step back. She looked up and saw the new guy, Kangdae.

"Hey," Kangdae said, flashing his best flirty smile, the one that according to him melted all the girls. "I'm Kangdae. I was introduced earlier in the classroom."

She looked at him calmly. She was used to people talking to her, but this guy's attitude was way too invasive. She didn't like being blocked like that.

"Hi. Welcome to the school. If you'll excuse me, I'm in a hurry, I need to get to the cafeteria before the line gets longer," she replied politely, trying to step sideways to go around him.

But Kangdae moved his arm and blocked her again, not wiping that arrogant smile off his face.

"Relax, the cafeteria's not going anywhere. I just wanted to introduce myself properly. You're really pretty, you know that? At my old school, there weren't any girls as cute as you. I thought maybe we could grab lunch together, my treat. Or if you want, I can walk you home after class."

She frowned slightly. The situation was no longer just awkward, it was becoming really annoying. She was a kind person, but she also knew how to set very clear boundaries.

"I appreciate it, but I'm not interested," she said, her voice firm and clear, looking him straight in the eye. "And besides, I have a boyfriend. So, please, let me pass."

Any other normal guy in that school, or any other school for that matter, would have apologized immediately, lowered his head, and quickly walked away upon hearing the word "boyfriend."

But Kangdae had an enormous ego. He was convinced his charm was irresistible and that girls usually played hard to get at first just to get more attention.

Kangdae let out a small laugh and stepped closer to her, invading her personal space even more.

"A boyfriend? That's a shame. But hey, boyfriends don't last forever, right?" Kangdae said, his tone teasing. "I bet your boyfriend is one of those boring guys who only talks about video games or exams. I can offer you something much more fun... You don't have to be so shy with me."

She felt her patience running out. She pressed her lips together.

"I'm not shy, I just don't want to talk to you. My boyfriend isn't boring, and I love him very much. Now, move out of my way before this becomes a problem," she warned him, her tone getting harder.

Some students passing by in the hallway started to stop. Several guys and girls looked at the scene with their eyes wide open in terror.

Everyone recognized the girl. Everyone knew she was Ahn Suho's girlfriend. And everyone was watching the clueless new student dig his own grave in real time.

Whispers started filling the school hallway: "Is that the new guy? What's he doing?", "He's crazy, he's flirting with her.", "If Suho wakes up and sees him, he's going to kill him."

Kangdae heard the whispers around him but didn't pay them much attention. He thought the other students were impressed by his boldness or jealous of him. He had no idea of the truth.

"I like girls with attitude," Kangdae replied, completely ignoring her rejection. "I promise I'll change your mind. See you later, gorgeous."

Finally, Kangdae lowered his arm, giving her space to pass. She shot him a look of pure annoyance and walked quickly toward the cafeteria, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible.

That was only the first attempt.

Unfortunately for her, Kangdae turned out to be incredibly persistent and stubborn. Over the next two days, the new student became a constant nuisance.

He seemed incapable of understanding the word "no."

On Wednesday morning, when she arrived at school and opened her locker to put her books away, Kangdae appeared out of nowhere and leaned against the locker next to hers. He offered her an orange juice and gave her a very tacky compliment about her school uniform.

She immediately refused the juice, slammed her locker shut, and walked to her classroom without saying a word to him.

During PE class, while everyone was running on the court, Kangdae managed to jog right next to her. He tried to make conversation about the weather, about sports, and about how much he went to the gym to build muscle.

She simply ignored him for the entire hour.

For her, this was an unbearable headache. She wanted to tell Suho what was going on, but she hesitated a lot. She knew her boyfriend's temper.

If Suho found out that a new guy was harassing her and flirting with her every day, Suho wouldn't hesitate for a second to break the new kid's nose in front of all the teachers, and she didn't want Suho to get into trouble or get suspended from school over a fight.

She figured if she kept ignoring him, Kangdae would eventually get bored and leave her alone.

But Kangdae didn't get bored. In fact, the constant rejection only made his ego feel more challenged. He wanted to prove to everyone at his new school that he was the best and that he could win over the hard-to-get girl.

On Thursday at noon, things reached their peak.

Lunchtime had started. The cafeteria was full of students eating, talking, and laughing in groups. She had finished her lunch and headed to the back of the school building, near some old large trees, a quiet spot where she sometimes liked to sit and read while waiting for Suho to finish his rounds of sleep in the classroom.

She was sitting on a wooden bench, flipping through the pages of a novel, enjoying the silence, when she heard footsteps approaching through the grass.

She looked up and, to her total despair, saw Kangdae walking toward her. This time, Kangdae wasn't alone. He was accompanied by two other guys from class who had apparently become his new "friends."

These two guys were average students, guys who knew the school rules very well and, above all, knew Suho's reputation. The two friends walked a couple of steps behind Kangdae, looking extremely nervous, glancing around as if they were expecting a lion to jump out of the bushes at any moment.

Kangdae approached the bench with his hands in his pockets. He stopped right in front of her, blocking the sunlight.

"Hey again. I've been looking for you all over the cafeteria," Kangdae said, with that same arrogant smile that was already giving her a headache. "I thought we could hang out. My friends and I were thinking of going to the karaoke rooms after class. You should come with us. You can stop reading boring books and have some fun."

She closed her book with a snap. Her patience was completely gone. She stood up from the wooden bench, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at him with an expression of absolute rejection and anger.

"Kangdae, I've told you so many times. I'm not interested in you. I don't want to go to karaoke with you, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want you to offer me juices, and I don't want you to keep looking for me," she said, raising her voice to make sure her message was clear and strong. "I told you from day one that I have a boyfriend. What part of that don't you understand? You're so annoying. Leave me alone once and for all."

Her words were so direct and harsh that anyone with a shred of common sense would have backed away in embarrassment. But Kangdae's ego was bruised from being rejected in front of his two new friends.

Instead of backing off, Kangdae decided he needed to act dominant.

Kangdae took a step toward her, closing the distance in a very aggressive way. She felt a little scared, but stood her ground without stepping back.

"Hey, you don't have to be so rude," Kangdae said, his voice sounding deeper and more threatening. "I'm just trying to be nice. And I keep hearing the same excuse about your famous boyfriend, but I've been at this school for three days and I haven't seen any boyfriend by your side. Is he a coward who hides? Or did you make him up to play hard to get? Like I told you before, whoever your boyfriend is, I guarantee I'm a hundred times better than him."

The two friends standing behind Kangdae turned pale when they heard those words. One of them, a short guy with glasses, started sweating cold. He looked around in panic, knowing that talking badly about this girl's boyfriend was like signing a death sentence at that school.

The guy with glasses slowly approached Kangdae and tapped him on the shoulder with trembling hands.

"H-hey, Kangdae..." the friend stammered, his voice full of fear. "Just leave her alone. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Let's get out of here, please."

Kangdae turned to his friend and slapped his hand away, looking at him with contempt.

"What are you talking about, idiot? I'm not going anywhere. I'm just talking to her. I'm not afraid of her imaginary boyfriend," Kangdae said, laughing mockingly.

The other friend, who was also terrified, stepped back, shaking his head quickly.

"I-it's not imaginary, Kangdae. We're serious. Dude, that's Suho's girl!" the other guy warned him, almost shouting in desperation. "She's Ahn Suho's girlfriend. You have to stop, he's going to kill you!"

Kangdae frowned for a second. He heard the name, but it didn't mean anything to him. He came from another area, didn't know the school's legends, and didn't care.

To him, this Suho must have just been some random student, maybe a guy from a sports club who thought he was important. Kangdae let out a loud, exaggerated laugh. He threw his head back, laughing out loud in front of her and his terrified friends.

"Suho?" Kangdae asked between laughs. "Who the hell is this Suho? Am I supposed to be scared of such a ridiculous name? I bet you anything that if this guy shows up here, I'll have him on his knees in two seconds and teach him to respect his elders. I'm the best here, let that be very clear to everyone."

Kangdae's laughter echoed in the back of the school. She looked at Kangdae with a mix of anger and pity, because she knew exactly what was about to happen.

Kangdae's two friends, however, weren't laughing. They had frozen completely, staring at a fixed point right behind Kangdae's back, their eyes so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

The atmosphere suddenly felt very heavy, the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees. Behind Kangdae, walking with very quiet steps, like a predator stalking its prey, appeared Ahn Suho.

Suho wore his jacket unbuttoned, revealing the t-shirt he always wore under his uniform, which he also never buttoned up. His hands were in his pockets. His hair was a little messy from having been asleep, but his dark eyes showed not a single hint of drowsiness.

His eyes were fixed on the new kid's back, gleaming with a fury so intense it could freeze the blood of anyone who looked at him. Kangdae's two friends stepped back three steps at the same time, lowered their heads, and fell into absolute silence, praying for their lives.

Kangdae, seeing that his friends had suddenly gone quiet and were trembling, stopped laughing. He frowned and turned to look at the girl. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking over his shoulder, and a small smile of relief had appeared on her face.

"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Kangdae asked, realizing something was very wrong.

Before Kangdae could turn around to see what was behind him, he felt a presence at his back. He felt the heat of another body very close and heard calm breathing.

And then, the deepest, calmest voice Kangdae had ever heard in his life resonated directly in his right ear.

"Keep talking to my girl and you'll find out very soon."

Suho's voice was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over Kangdae's head.

The new kid felt a shiver run down his entire spine. Every muscle in his body froze in fear. Slowly, with great dread, Kangdae turned his head over his shoulder.

Ahn Suho was standing right behind him, less than a meter away. Suho was a little taller than him, but the real difference wasn't physical, it was the energy the guy radiated.

Suho wasn't smiling. His face was completely serious, his jaw was tense, and his dark eyes looked at Kangdae as if he were a mere insect about to be crushed against the ground.

Kangdae swallowed with great difficulty. The knot in his throat wouldn't let him breathe properly. Suddenly, all the ego, all the arrogance, and all the confidence he had been showing off minutes before completely vanished into thin air.

Kangdae realized that this guy in front of him wasn't a normal student. This guy was the school's predator, and he had just walked straight into his territory.

"I-I... I was just..." Kangdae stammered, stepping back awkwardly, stumbling a little over his own feet to get away from Suho's presence.

Suho took a step forward, closing the distance immediately, forcing Kangdae to step back again. Suho took his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms. He tilted his head slightly to the side, analyzing the new kid from head to toe with contempt.

"I heard you wanted to take her to karaoke," Suho said, his voice still calm, but every word sounded sharp. "And I also heard you thought you could put me on my knees in two seconds. I'd love to see you try... I'm waiting."

Suho spread his arms a little, offering Kangdae the chance to throw a punch, with a challenging look.

Kangdae felt his heart pounding a thousand miles an hour. He didn't dare move a single finger. He looked at Suho's hands, the broad knuckles that clearly had a lot of fighting experience, and then looked back at the dark, compassionless eyes of the guy.

Fear took over his nervous system. "N-no, no, it was a misunderstanding," Kangdae replied, his voice high-pitched with panic, raising his hands in surrender, sweating cold. "I didn't know who you were. I swear, I didn't. I didn't mean to disrespect anyone. I'm leaving. I'm getting out of here right now."

Suho didn't change his hard expression. He took another step toward Kangdae, getting so close that the new student almost stopped breathing.

"Listen to me very carefully, new kid, because I'm only going to tell you this once in your entire life," Suho warned him, dropping his voice even lower so it sounded like a threat. "This girl is mine. She's my girlfriend. And if I ever see you within three meters of her again, if I ever hear that you offered her a juice, if you ever jog next to her in class again, or if you so much as dare to look at her for more than three seconds, I swear on my life that I will break every single bone in your body and send you back to your old school in an ambulance. Was I clear enough for your brain, or do you need me to explain it with my fists right now?"

Kangdae nodded his head so fast and so hard he almost got dizzy. Panic was evident all over his pale face.

"I-it was very clear! It was very clear, I swear! I'm never going near her again, ever! I'm so sorry!" Kangdae screamed, desperate to get out of that situation alive.

Suho looked at him with disgust for one more second. Then, he made a quick movement with his arm, pretending to throw a punch directly at the new kid's face.

Kangdae let out a scream of terror, covered his face with both arms, and threw himself to the ground on the grass, expecting the impact that would knock him out.

But the punch never came.

Suho lowered his arm, let out a small mocking laugh, and shook his head, watching the guy tremble on the ground.

"Get out of my sight. Now," Suho ordered firmly.

Kangdae jumped up from the ground as fast as he could, his uniform covered in dirt and grass. He didn't even look at his two friends, who were still frozen. The new kid turned around and ran off at full speed, almost tripping, getting away from the area as fast as his legs would carry him, disappearing behind the main school building.

His two friends, seeing that he had escaped, also made a quick apologetic bow toward Suho and ran after Kangdae as if the devil himself was chasing them.

Silence and peace returned to the back of the school. Suho sighed, running a hand through his hair to tidy it a little.

The second he turned around to look at his girlfriend, all the coldness in his gaze magically disappeared from his face, as if he had taken off a mask. His eyes were soft again, bright, and full of affection.

He walked toward her, with a wide, relaxed smile on his face. He stopped in front of her and looked her up and down, making sure she was okay.

"Are you okay, babe? Did that idiot do anything to you?" Suho asked, his voice sweet and worried, extending his hands to take hers.

She smiled, feeling her heart fill with so much love for him. She interlaced her fingers with Suho's and squeezed his warm hands.

"I'm fine, Suho. He didn't do anything to me, he was just really persistent and wouldn't take no for an answer," she replied, looking into his eyes with tenderness. "But you scared me. I didn't want you to get into trouble over a stupid fight at school. That's why I didn't tell you anything, I thought he'd give up quickly."

Suho made a small childish pout when he heard that, a gesture he only made when he was with her. He let go of one of her hands and used his arm to wrap around her waist, pulling her toward him, hugging her tightly.

"I don't care about trouble at school, I care about you," Suho told her, lowering his face to bury it in her neck, breathing in the scent of her sweet perfume. "You're my girlfriend, and it's my job to make sure nobody bothers you. You should have told me from the very beginning. That idiot was lucky I wasn't awake in the morning, otherwise he wouldn't have had the chance to bother you even once."

She let out a small laugh, hugging him back, feeling the comfort of Suho's strong body against hers.

"You're so jealous, Ahn Suho," she whispered affectionately, resting her head on his shoulder.

Suho pulled back a little, looking into her eyes with a bright, proud smile.

"I'm just protecting what's mine. Everyone needs to know that the most beautiful and smartest girl in this world already has an owner, and that her boyfriend is the best fighter of them all," Suho joked, giving her a quick, very sweet kiss on the tip of her nose, making her smile even wider.

"You have such a big ego sometimes," she laughed, taking his hand again.

"My ego is justified because I have you by my side," Suho replied, winking at her playfully, back to being his usual relaxed self. "Now, come on. Let's get out of here. I already lost too much sleep time because of that idiot and I'm really hungry. I'll treat you to your favorite cake and then you let me sleep on your lap in the classroom for a bit, okay?"

She nodded her head, very happy.

"Okay, let's go. But you're paying for the cake," she told him, starting to walk.

Suho laughed, put his arm around her shoulders, and they both started walking together toward the school cafeteria, as if nothing bad had happened.

They were the perfect balance again, the couple everyone admired.

And just as Suho had promised, Kangdae never bothered her again. In fact, from that day on, whenever Kangdae saw her walking through the school hallways, he would quickly change direction, lower his gaze to the ground, and hide behind his friends, terrified that the guy would appear out of nowhere to carry out his threat.

───── ➤: Seongje’s Naive is now available on AO3.

[baek-sanho]

Weak Hero Class 2 + Text Posts (Part 2 / ?) (Part 1) (Class 1 Edition: Part 1, Part 2)

[heartshapesandcigarettes]

• mirror sex | Geum Seongje x afab!reader

synopsis. for the first time in a while Seongje finds a sight that races more thrill up his spine than his video game

genre. smut. wc. 2.5k. m.list m.list whc

contains. smut, umprotected p in v (wrap it befor u tap it!), Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, lowk getting caught, clothed rutting cause that’s peak

„No.“ Your tone is steady, matching the hands that you‘ve put on your hips to emphasise just how serious you are.

You don’t even realise how hard your boyfriend has to hold back to not let that grin slip. The corners of his lips are already twitching in restraint.

You both know you’re gonna give in.

A memory from last night pulses in the front of your brain: Seongje chuckling at your frown, coercing you to play just one more round before dropping you off at home.

He wasn’t nearly as interested in tossing over those pins one hour prior, when you weren’t stressing sick about the punishment you’d get at home.

Phone battery dead and you failed to even set your parents in the picture— telling them that you were heading out completely slipped your mind.

Fuck, You’d probably ground yourself, too.

But now you’re standing in the middle of your room, watching your boyfriend crouch on your window still, bags of chips in one hand and a video game you can’t find yourself to care about in the other.

His eyes are beaming at you, the hint of something cocky glinting in them as he already moves to grab the window— he’s not even considering to wait for an invitation.

Now, hours later, the bag of snacks are lying on your carpet, unopened, and your controller is still untouched where Seongje had tossed it over to you.

You sit up, leaning against your headboard as you decide to take a break from scrolling on your phone.

There’s a light pressure building up behind your eye balls and it doesn’t have to do solely with the blue rays of light that have etched themselves into your retinas.

An involuntary sigh slips past your lips.

“I’m so glad you came over. Would’ve been boring without you.”, you voice out after a beat of silence, the sarcasm in your voice going completely unnoticed by your boyfriend, who’s currently lying on his back, head hanging off the foot of your bed as he barely gives you a hum in retort.

Seongje raps his fingers over his controller like he’s maneuvring a real gun, his screen all bloody from being hit. Every impact his character has to endure, Seongje compliments with a quick curse and an instant kill to add to his count.

You let out another annoyed groan.

You’d strut over to the kitchen to browse through your snack cabinets or lie down in front of the big TV in the living room to rewatch a sitcom but your parents had made it awfully clear that you are not to leave your room until they allow you to.

Boredom is creeping up your limbs- a heavy sensation you can’t seem to shake off- and Seongje isn’t giving you any attention either, so you decide that you might have to get it yourself.

Your eyes darts over his body, knees raised and feet digging into your bedspread, his chest rises and falls with every breath.

You can’t see his face and that irritates you, so you shift until your eyes hit the body length mirror you had drilled into the corner wall of your room.

There he is, head still hanging off your bed. His reflection stares back at you briefly before flicking back to his screen.

“You should sit up.”, you start. “Your eyeballs will pop out the sockets if you don’t raise your head soon. The entire blood from your body will rush there and the pressure-“

Seongje interrupts you with a huff. “You know for a fact, I’d fuck with that.”

You roll your eyes, but they dart right back onto the mirror.

Your eyes are fixed on the stretch of his fingers, the grip he has on that controller, making his knuckles stand out all white. His thumb flicks over the little nub on his controller and you clamp your legs together when you feel your core start to pulse.

Your body’s reaction weirds you out a little. Sure, watching Seongje do anything usually gets you horny, but this is unraveling rather fast.

It only gets worse when you start to focus on his upper arms. The sleeves of his T-Shirt have risen all the way up to his shoulders, revealing toned arms, wrapped in veins that make his skin look so tight around those muscles.

An idea settles in your mind, but you try to blink it away.

What starts as a tiny spark soon ignites like wildfire.

Your eyes don't leave the mirror as you rise up on your knees and crawl towards Seongje.

The mattress dips where your knees dig into the cushions, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to notice or care.

Before you straddle Seongje’s lap, you hover over him, not putting any weight onto his crotch yet.

He quips a quick look at you before putting his focus back on his game, so you dip your ass just low enough to graze the dent in his pant’s front, grinding against him before supporting your weight with your knees again.

“Fuck.“

Seongje raises his upper body up like you had just pushed a button, eyebrows knitted as he searches your face with a darkened expression. “What are you doing, hm?”

He notes the mischievous smile that curves your lips, freezing for a second before one of his hands leaves his controller to grab your hip, not hard enough to hurt, just the right amount to push your ass flush with his crotch, forcing your legs further apart as he does.

“I like the direction this is going.”, he mumbles, head dropping right back into his neck as he continues his game.

Your shoulders slump in resignation. “You’re not even looking.”

You can’t help but softly roll your eyes as you angle your hips to press your palms against his chest, keeping up the little rolls of your hips against his dick, hoping to stir something, but even though you can feel him fill out his pants, he still won’t look at you.

You need him to die in the game.

With a forced burst of energy, you surge forward, reaching one hand all the way up to as you try to grab the nubs on his controller but he’s quick enough to maneuver it away before you have the chance mess with it.

You can feel his heartbeat echo against yours as you’re lying chest to chest, his eyes finding yours as he pecks a quick kiss to the tip of your nose, chuckling at your irritated face.

“Keep going.”, he urges you. “I’ll join you when the round ends.”

You can’t even spill out the curses that lays on your tongue cause the pleasure that surges up your spine as he thrusts his hips up to meet you halfway.

Your hands reach behind you, finding his knees drawn up to help you stay upright.

The sitting position tends to your nerves in a more delicate manner, your hands splayed on his chest to help your composure.

You try out different things from circeling your hips to grinding your ass against him, feeling his thighs poke into your back like a backrest.

There’s a thick pressure cresting in your abdomen and you dig your fingers into his thigh as he tries to shift. “Don’t move, baby, please.”, you all but whine, your own wetness making every drag beyond intense.

All traces of boredom are wiped from your system as a single wave of pleasure shoots up your spine, hinting at an approaching orgasm.

Seongje must notice it too, cause he yanks your hand off his thigh, shifting until the angle is less prominent than before. “Don’t come yet, okay?” His voice is strain but you ignore it, sighing as you slow down your pace, a hairswidth away from a dry orgasm.

You switch from dragging your core over his fastly swelling bulge to just bouncing your ass up and down, earning a short gasp every time your damp core meets his erection.

There might as well not be any type of cloth sticking to your core, the material just seeping with your wetness, some of it already staining Seongje's pants.

There's a slight discomfort in your lower back and your thighs are straining from your ministrations, so you decide to settle for a second, willing to lose your buildup.

This is usually where Seongje overtakes.

Your gaze darts back to the TV, noting the motionless state of Seongje’s character, standing in the middle of a field, life charts falling rapidly.

“If you’re not gonna play, at least help me out.”

As you swat at his chest, you let your gaze dart over your room, stopping short as your eyes hit the mirror in the corner again.

Seongje’s reflection stares back at you. He’s grinning.

“You’ve been watching the entire time.”, you conclude.

“You’re riding my dick and expect me to play a video game?”

Finally, Seongje drops his controller with a thud, missing your carpet by a few inches, but you have no mind to worry about your parents hearing in the living room beneath you, your thoughts clouded with lust.

You suppress a yelp as Seongje lifts his hips, feet planted into the mattress as he works his sweatpants over his knees, content with the eagerness you help him with.

Your shorts and panties follow shut and soon enough you’re both naked, your damp core twitching due to the cold air rushing from the still opened window, which your boyfriend didn’t care to close.

As you go back to straddle his lap, Seongje drops back into his prior position.

You frown.

“Come on. You wanted my attention. You got it.”

His hands find yours hips, setting an angle that has your whole body jerk up. With your hands back on his chest, you let him guide you, eyes too stubborn to not dart back towards that mirror.

The angle is somehow perfect, Seongje’s face -upside down- staring back at you. You observe him observing you and his gaze is so full of lust.

“Fuck, baby, look at you. You look so hot like this.”

Your position is what raises a tingle up your spine, your body shuddering.

The sight of you riding your boyfriend like this doesn’t necessarily rile you up, but being put on display like this— even if it’s just for you two, makes something in your chest pull taut.

You drop forwards to lie on top of him, face buried against his nape.

“What are you doing?“, Seongje complains. „Stay.”

He grabs your shoulder, pushing lighlty to make you sit up again, but you refuse, keeping your chest glued to his.

“Seongje.”, you drawl.

His head quips up again, one hand grabbing your chin as he searches for something in your expression.

“What, you don’t wanna?”

You shake your head. “Not like this.”

“Okay.”

He sits up again, both arms wrapped around your middle as he pulls you closer to his chest, the angle in which his dick is rooted in you now more prominent, a slight burn overshadowed by the pleasure that pools low in your stomach.

He twists with you on his lap, probably so he can face the mirror again.

“Better?”, he asks, tickling the skin on your neck with his breath as you nod, humming in return.

Without having to look, you can focus on getting off again, your tongue darting out to lick a stripe along Seongje’s shoulder, planning to leave it purple by the time you’re done. The collar of his shirt must be all lose by then.

You look up for only a second, not even meaning to. Your gaze just darts over the spot in front of you, towards your dressing table, catching on your second mirror.

The reflection is a different one than the one in the body length mirror behind you. It’s smaller.

All you can see is the lower part of your face: puffy lips, all pink from biting away your moans, Seongje’s neck already blooming red on the spot you keep sucking at, and his back, which looks a little broader than usual.

You run the pad of your middle finger along the collar of his shirt, experimentally dragging it down a little. Your other hand toys with the seam of it, pulling it up. The slither of slightly tanned skin is enough to convince you.

You grab the shirt by the hem and pull it all the way over his head, earning a hiss and a curse from Seongje.

He’s completely naked now, while you remain in a shirt that might’ve belonged to him a while ago.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His words are barely a mumble as he refuses to let his lips leave your neck, occasionally nipping at the skin before sinking the edge of his teeth into a spot he sees fit to color purple.

You moan, arching into his touch. “Just enjoying the view.”, you mewl, nodding your chin towards the dresser before you.

A smug grin replaces his scowl as he takes in the second mirror. “What happened to ‘I don’t like to watch’, huh?”, he teases, drinking up your flushed expression with a hunger in his eyes.

“I don’t like watching me.”, you clarify, running the tip of your pointer along the dip in his back. You can basically feel him squirm through the shiver that races up the path of your touch.

“I love watching you.”

He just hums at that, hands back on your hips as he pick up his pace, your heels digging into his lower back as you pull him elusively closer.

The view had taken so much of your attention, you don’t even feel your orgasm creep up. It hits you like a wave breaking in, you whole body shuddering in delight as your walls contract around his shaft, making it almost impossible for him to keep up his movements.

“Fuck, don’t sto-“

Three knocks sound on your door.

Instinctively, you push your chest away from Seongje’s, trying to bring a little space between you.

Your eyes widen as you look up at your boyfriend, but he barely seems startled, lazy grin on his lips while he pulls you flush against him for a kiss before he softly pushes your shoulders down to make you lie on your back.

You can make out your dad’s voice but his words are barely coherent, your mind too fogged by the pleasure.

You clamp your mouth shut as Seongje hits just the right spot again, over and over, sheets sticky on your back while he drags you across the mattress to meet him.

Your dad calls your name again, the handle of your door rattling as he’s trying to open it. You’re glad you locked it when Seongje slipped through your window.

While your heart has turned into a rollercoaster, Seongje’s focus is entitled to you entirely.

His face dips so his lips brush the shell of your ear, voice breathy as he suggest:

“I think you’ll like this view.”

It takes a while for you to process his words, but then you crane your neck and meet your reflection in the big mirror behind you.

Seongje’s gaze is already set on you and when you lock eyes, your body locks taut.

You can hear Seongje chuckle, his lips moving, but you couldn’t make out the words as your second orgasm hit you harder than the one before.

“A second one? You’re spoiling me.”

His voice is steady but his hips are stuttering, erection throbbing inside you as he fails to hold it up for longer. He comes inside you with a low grunt, piercing his hips against yours while he rides out the last sparks of his orgasm, wincing as he slides out of you and drops on his back.

“If that guy isn’t gone by the time I unlock this door, I’m taking your door!”

You can hardly regulate your breath, but Seongje’s already back in his sweatpants, ushering you to lift your hips so he can work your shorts over your ass as well.

The rustle of keys sound behind your door, followed by an angry murmur. Your eyes are frantic as you look to Seongje for help.

He just huffs as he guides you to stand up, holding you steady as your legs see to tremble with every step.

“We’re leaving the same way I came in.” He presses a quick kiss into your hairline, a windbreaker you can’t assign already in hand as he pushes your lower back to make you move towards the window.

a/n: okay, we’re so back for whc (not proof read)

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