Sabbath Crew (Windbreaker Webtoon/Manhwa) x Reader Insert
Characters include; Wooin Yoo, Hajun, Vinny Hong, Hyuk Kwon
Genre; Fluff/Comfort, Humor, Suggestive & General Relationship
Mentions of; nudity, bikinis, undergarments & sexual intimacy
A/N; Readers, get your bikinis and get ready to enjoy, leave the sunscreen at home - you're nighttime skinny-dipping with the man of your dreams, be patient with me, it's a longggggg post (I might have to cross post to AO3 or smth) Hajun's part is very wholesome compared to everyone else, forgive me, Wooin is out of character probably but also the world's biggest shithead- oh well, enjoy the lover boys
Total word count; 13,848
BACKGROUND; Sabbath Crew has been promoting League of Street for a while now, raking in the dough and curating mega-fans for the cycling hype. After the Scorpion crew was disqualified, a hiatus was announced for the race, leaving no further mayhem for Sabbath to enact on behalf of their mysterious benefactor. Instead, they take a vacation to an exclusive resort and rent the penthouse suite to reward themselves… bringing you with them, as a means of entertainment and a potential romance getaway…
VINNY HONG - Blue Water Bachelorette Runaway / Super Soaker
You’d never expected Vinny of all people to be seen at this swanky skyscraper hotel resort in your entire lifetime. The place cost more than you made in a year, and you only came for a bachelorette party. Deciding to make use of the pool rather than be involved with bridal drama in the suite tonight, you pulled on the flashiest bikini you own (brought for the poolside bridal photo op earlier that had spiked your self-confidence.)
But as you made your way to the rooftop infinity pool, you could have sworn Vinny Hong, in all his red-headed angsty glory, was meandering around the lobby with his signature scowl. As he catches your gaze, you wave to him from above and hold your towel with one hand.
His face turns crimson as he gazes up at you, barely managing to raise his hand to wave back. Vinny Hong, waving back at you - what a fucking win.
You turn with a beaming smile and pump your fist in the air before making it to the rooftop pool. The water is serene, not a soul in sight - just like you wanted. Setting down your towel and shoes, you dip a hand into the water to test the temperature.
Fucking perfect. The air tonight is a bit muggy, but the water is going to cool you off fine while not freezing you at this altitude. If everything goes to plan, you can kill a few hours up here before Bridezilla and her entourage realize you’re gone. The day had completely taken it out of you, and the glow of the pool, skyline view, and endless gentle water was exactly what you needed for a mental reset. It’s a gorgeous spot, complete with the overhanging balcony edge on one side of the pool, water spilling below and letting you swim above the city skyline - terrifying but memorable.
It’s definitely the most luxurious place you’ll ever swim at. You imagine countless celebrities, diplomats, and millionaires have pools like this.
You slink into the pool and let out the breath you’ve been holding all day, taking the time to dive under the water quickly to acclimate before doing a lap. With the sounds of the water sloshing around you as you cut through the surface, you don’t hear the door open.
“Hello? Are you up here still?”
After breaking the surface and wiping the droplets off your face, you see Vinny standing awkwardly on the edge of the pool. Another meek wave, and you beam.
“I’m the only one up here right now. Were you planning on coming in too?” You pull yourself out of the water and sit on the edge, trying to readjust your top and tame your hair so Vinny can have your full attention - with a glance over your shoulder, you see him still frozen in place.
His eyes are widened and his jaw is nearly open at the sight of you, and with a giggle, you realize he can’t stop scanning you up and down with that intoxicating gaze of his. If only he realized how it made you feel to be the object of his attention, he might have the power to abuse his good looks…
“Well, I didn’t- These aren’t the clothes for swimming.” His voice has the same boyish charm as you remember from your school days but he’s grown up. In more ways than one. The timbre of his voice rolls over you with an imperceptible shiver as you take in HIS appearance too.
“I’m not dressed for it.”
“Vinny, who cares? No one is checking up here for a while, and you can just change later - live a little tonight.”
You pat the edge of the pool and gesture for him to come closer. You’re not gonna have this conversation while he’s standing five feet away. Even if the idea of him being closer kind of terrifies you in the nervous excitement way, with butterflies doing somersaults in your tummy.
“Tell me about how you’ve been. What brings you to this fancy people hotel?”
He can barely get a word out without a stutter, and his voice drops quieter and quieter the longer you look at him. You’re raptly paying attention to any detail you can glean about his life, but you scrunch up your nose with confusion because his face is getting red. With the water evaporating off your skin in the cool night air, you shiver and let out a long exhale. Vinny’s face goes even more crimson.
“You don’t look so good, Vinny. If it’s too hot, take off your jacket.”
He mutters something about ‘not bossing him around,’ but he does take off his jacket after turning around. You see a triangle of sweat on his back, sticking the white undershirt to his skin.
Has he always had muscle like that? His broad shoulders and defined profile looks absolutely sinful in the low lighting of the perimeter of the pool, and you barely keep a grip on your thoughts before they race away into desperately feral and filthy territory. Imagine the view of his back as he’s occupied with something- someone- in front of him, hands wandering- would he let you touch-
Fuck. STOP. Stop before you get yourself into real trouble. You’d always had eyes for Vinny, but you never admitted it to him outright since you realized how you felt. He’s kind of… emotionally reserved, so you didn’t really have the background to gauge if you were his type or if he wanted girls’ attention at all.
You can tell he’s about to sit down next to you and you scooch over a bit to invite him - any wrong move and you feel like he’ll dart away and retreat again. Quite the shy behaviour for someone his height and reputation.
“If you want, dipping your feet in feels nice. It’ll be relaxing.”
He can barely keep his gaze steady as your hand brushes his, and once you see how close your fingers are to his, you identify that you’re making him nervous. When you ask him what’s up, his response floors you.
Vinny Hong, mad dog of Gunn High, semi-pro cyclist, and your precious childhood friend, admits that the bikini you’re wearing is highlighting all the curves of your body and even if he isn’t saying it, he’s still a man.
“You shouldn’t… flaunt yourself in front of me. Those tits have been staring at me the whole time, I’m not… focused.”
Before you realize it, you’re laughing.
“God, I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry that you’re intimidated by my choice of swimsuit, I’ll listen from the pool.”
“That way the water hides me. You can still talk-”
“You think there’s any inch of this pool that can hide something as memorable as that?” His face is displaying serious annoyance and agitation, but his voice betrays how sincere he is. Vinny is the tsundere but secretly very romantic type. Noted.
You still retreat back into the pool, shimmying your ass off the edge and making the seamless splash into the illuminated water. After you float about a foot away and tread water, you turn to face him and laugh again. Never in a million years did you think he would admit to staring at your tits.
God, what else would he admit to you under the cover of a sky full of stars and the serene quiet of the rooftop?
He’s scowling at the sky.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, you’ll get-”
“Get what Vinny? You’re all the way over there!” It’s about time you encourage him to cut loose and get a little goofy tonight. There’s no harm in some childish fun with a guy who’s typically so serious. In an effort to stay afloat, your voice wobbles in exertion as you keep going,
“You’re too chicken to get in here, I can taunt you however I want! Get ready to get roasted, pervert boy-”
The sound he makes from the bottom of his throat shivers over your skin and makes your pulse race. At the rate, he’s turning you on faster than you can think of a comeback.
“I’m warning you once- stop yapping at me to do something, ‘fore I actually make you regret it. You’re digging your own grave here.”
“Awww, that’s cute but you ain’t got the guts- pretty boy like you wouldn’t ruin his hair jumping in the pool, much less your clothes! You wouldn’t do shit.” Now that your heart is racing, the adrenaline is making you bolder. Too bold.
There’s no time to react as Vinny drops into the pool, water arching in a huge wave to cover his position. You fly backwards, but he’s got a longer wingspan, and you’ll be in his reach in a second flat.
He ambles towards you with darkened eyes and that same low growly tone. His shirt is nearly see-through now, clinging to him with the water from the pool. Swimming back as quickly as you can without kicking your legs close to him in fear he’ll grab them, you shriek with both excitement and nervousness.
Not a word is spoken as his fist closes around your waist and wrist at once, and your body is yanked forward in his iron-clad grip. Fuck, fuck, fuck- stupid height, stupid athlete, stupid Vinny.
No escaping it now. Vinny’s hair drips onto your shoulder as he leans close, breath on your ear,
“Got you now. Any pleading before I get you- I’ll show mercy if you beg.”
You shake your head. You made your bed, now you’ll lie in it. With the proximity to his bare arms, the strength of his grip and the sinful tone of his voice, the rational side of you is slipping fast. Arousal is bubbling up, and you’ll never see Vinny the same again. You stop putting up a fight and thrashing to escape his clutches. He’s holding you afloat by both wrists now, hands off your waist.
Damn it all.
You gulp. After your taunting and obnoxious giggles in the night, the most glorious sound breaks the quiet of the night - Vinny laughs. An honest laugh, head shaking and the softest hint of a smile on his lips.
“You drive me absolutely crazy. There’s nothing more I want to do than close your mouth with my own.”
Everything feels like TV static as you try rationalizing what you think Vinny meant and what noises you just heard. Did he-
“Can I kiss you?”
Oh holy shit. Your eyes widen. Without thinking, your lips reflexively relax, parting open with a short gasp. It doesn’t escape his notice, but he doesn’t move away either. His face is red. You feel the blush on your skin creeping over your face too.
“Yes. Please kiss me-”
His nose nearly crashes into yours, teeth knocking your upper lip with the speed and force of his kiss. It’s not perfect at first, but within a second, his arms are adjusting you and his face tilts just right and- holy fuck.
It’s breathtaking how good a kisser Vinny is. His whole body is bowing like an archer pulling back the string of a war bow, ready to loose an arrow- every inch of him humming with unbridled passion and power- all holding you close as if he’ll starve if deprived of a single moment of touching you. Despite his initial hesitance, he’s devouring you like you’re the only answer to his unquenchable thirst.
Without looking, you feel your wrists transferred into one of his huge hands, and the other grip your chin- he’s not giving you an escape when you pull back for a breath- he’s no more than a hair’s breadth away from your lips with his own. His long legs allow him to stand in the middle section between shallow and deep where you cannot, so Vinny is navigating for both of you while you’re suspended in his arms.
He closes the distance to the edge of the pool while his mouth descends to yours once again- pressing you to his chest, letting you feel every dip and curve of it while he’s groaning into your mouth. Faring no better than he is, you also hear whimpers of desperation come from your own mouth as he keeps kissing you.
Once your back hits the edge, the slowly crumbling patience you’ve swept away is gone entirely and you need to touch him back- you rotate your wrists in Vinny’s hand and tug, trying to let him know to release you. With that growl of his, he lets you go, only to let out the sharpest gasp you’ve ever imagined as your hands slip up his water-logged shirt.
You yourself let out a barely contained moan as you let your palms connect with his abs, climbing to his pecs before stroking downward to his v-line. Every inch of skin is beckoning you to explore, if only to get another filthy sound from him.
What a turn of events. You went from a PG conversation with your childhood crush to groping under his shirt in a single night. With the little brainpower you’re still using, you figure it shouldn’t go any farther tonight, but you will make Vinny’s head spin- time to give him a memory he’ll never forget.
“Vinny- Vinny, wait-”
He’s so drunk off your touch you have to repeat yourself. Both of you take the first full breath in over six minutes, now that you aren’t inhaling each other’s faces.
“You’ve paid me back for the stupid way I talked earlier- Lemme say- Vinny, fuck, you’ve-”
“You proved your point. I’ll behave now.” Hook, line…
“I dunno, you sure you learned your lesson?” His voice sounds as wrecked as you probably look.
“Dunno… you man enough to take this top off of me?”
Sinker. His eyes widened. You just got him good.
Instead of moving to take off your bikini, he takes off his own shirt- peeling off the soaked white tank top with precise movements and muscles glistening. What were you saying a minute ago- this is the best outcome ever… Vinny’s body is chiseled like a marble statue, built for the demands of athletes and straight out of your wet dreams- he tosses the bundled up shirt in the direction of the pool edge and lets you stare blatantly at him while he runs his fingers through his hair.
Your breathing hard and vibrating with barely contained excitement, looking up at him in anticipation, but he doesn’t make a move to take off your bikini- which is twisted over your breasts and showing more skin than before- tussled in the intense make out you’ve interrupted.
“You’re such a troublemaker… fucking instigating me all the time-” Vinny is whispering as if trying to keep his words between you two, not wanting them to escape into the night.
“Vinny, I- please, keep kissing me, I need-”
“Shhh, I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.”
You take his hands in yours and bring them up to the strings of your gorgeous bikini, letting him know that he has your permission to proceed. Vinny drags you further into the pool as you lock lips again, making his way towards the opposite side of the infinity pool- the brain in your skull turning to mush with every kiss, with every movement of his deft fingers on your bare skin.
As you get closer to the overhanging edge, Vinny finally pulls at the back of your bikini like you dared him too. With only a foot of space before the edge, he stops, letting you indulge fully in the feel of his large palms over your skin- tenderly undoing your bikini, letting his fingers curl under the material, grazing against the softest parts of your chest….
You’re making the sweetest noises under his mouth, and once he moves his mouth to kiss you lower, his teeth mark your neck and jaw as you try keeping your eyes open to watch him pull off your top. He’s actually gonna do it, Vinny is letting the swimsuit fall from your chest as you gasp out loud.
Before you can react, he’s got it in his grasp entirely, yanking it from your reach and holding it above your head.
“You wanna see something funny? I got a joke for you…”
Vinny pulls back from his masterpiece of hickeys and sloppy kisses to watch your face as he flings your bikini top over the side of the pool’s overhang balcony- the scrap of flashy fabric arcing in the air before disappearing below.
Oh fuck. Your antics have reached the climax, and he’s ready to make you really pay for the taunting earlier. Your voice as you joke, your irresistible body, the reactions you’ve been vocalizing are all fuel on the fire for Vinny.
There are consequences to riling up the man in front of you- Vinny is sure to show you that he’ll go as far as he needs to prove himself and show you stars in your eyes, bringing you mindless pleasure and melting your brain until the brat in you falls away…
Every sensation is driving you mad and with Vinny’s hands on your breasts, you eagerly shimmy out of the rest of your bikini, letting the bottoms float away before whispering for Vinny to show you he means business about cutting loose and living a little.
“Have you ever been skinny-dipping? I don’t think you’re the type to bare it all and be brave about a little nakedness…”
Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble. Vinny walks back to the edge of the pool and promptly pushes you back on your elbows to balance on the concrete while he maneuvers his own basketball shorts off. Tossing them up on the pool edge in a spray of water, he smirks and gives you a once over again. He means business.
“See if I’m hesitating now- you can dish out all the taunting, but you can’t take it- you crumble under the tiniest bit of pressure,” Vinny is aware of the effect of his voice, letting his exhale shiver over your ear. With all the tension in the air between you, he’s still mindful of his strength.
“Is this still what you want? Tell me you’re fine with this…”
Your heart stirs at his words. You did enjoy every moment you get with him, and if he needs your reassurance that you’re loving it, you can do that.
“It’s more than I ever expected- you’re doing good. Keep kissing me?”
“Vinny- please, don’t let go.”
Between his fervent kisses and gentle hands over your skin, you keep praising him in the dark, eyes rolling back and head thrown on his shoulder between the lip locking- so many sensations to memorize and enjoy in the short time you have together.
Once the breeze picks up, Vinny slows down and speaks to you again.
“I’ll take you on a real date, when we’re both back home- I’ll show you I can be a gentleman if I try, like you deserve.”
“This has been the best night ever. I’ll go on that date- but Vinny?”
“You’re always a gentleman to me. I don’t doubt that for a second.”
As you pull yourself out of the pool, Vinny tilts his head and pretends to gaze at the stars while you pull your bottoms back on. Decently covered with what remains of your bikini and your hands covering the bits above the waist, you clear your throat and speak.
“I’m decent. I’m turning around now- you can get out too.”
You hum quietly to yourself while listening to Vinny get out, the sound of the water stirring your imagination again. His shorts go back on, but you’re shocked when he snags you with his shirt around your waist.
“Here. Wear this till you get to your room- Don’t want anyone giving you the wrong attention.”
You take the shirt and pull it over your head, murmuring a thank you to Vinny while walking to get your towel- only for him to snatch it from you and throw it over his own shoulder.
“So we’re even. You’re already covered, I can’t go indecent downstairs.”
“Fuck off Vinny- you’re ridiculous. You think you’re funny.”
He moves your hands over your chest so you can’t see the see-through white shirt clinging to your… assets and leads you downstairs. He’s no more than an arm’s length away until you reach your room, and as you key in the PIN, your mind is racing with all the thoughts of what this means.
You open the door, and turn to say goodnight to Vinny.
Trying to organize your thoughts, you let Vinny take the lead.
“Have a good night.”
“Vinny?”
He looks at you with some soft emotion behind his eyes, pulse racing and eager to hear you.
“Kiss me again?”
He gives you the smallest hint of a smile, and obliges you for one more kiss. You tell him to let you text him when you’re free- no way is he getting out of that date. You’ll find some amusing adventure to take him on, to see if you can get another glorious reaction out of the guy you love, to make more memories together.
WOOIN YOO - Pool Tile Topless Mayhem
You didn't have a lot of confidence in Wooin's promise of the most romantic getaway at a resort penthouse suite, which sounded amazing, although he's likely bringing along the rest of Sabbath. Now the penthouse suite was exclusive to you and Wooin, but seeing as Wooin's idea of fun was getting shit-faced and clubbing until dawn, you weren't looking forward to being the hungover after-thought to his macho dude-fest extravaganza for the weekend.
The boys can hold their own, sure, but it was already hard enough to get moments with Wooin, much less keep him undistracted and present in the romantic mood- he was a good boyfriend, of course, but he always let you complain that he wasn't the try-hard simp type like you had imagined him to be. The lifestyle Wooin led was fast-paced, thrill-seeking, and open to problems with his drug-dealing, violence, and social connections… You loved that he had a full life, reliant on himself, and you settled for the privilege of sharing with him.
Maybe this isn't the best idea, but Wooin had packed for you himself, driven you himself and let you make a list of things you'd like for the itinerary so he could plan something special. He could tell you were suspicious of it all, but he let you side-eye him the whole time while he sported the smirk of the century. Like he had a plan of attack to woo you, and sweep you off your feet.
After getting to the suite and letting Wooin open your door, take your purse, and guide you upstairs, he let the elevator open to the most gorgeous room you've ever seen- the floor to ceiling glass windows let the natural light illuminate the entire open floor plan, complete with luxury couches, a TV the size of a jumbo-tron, conversation pit and artistic chandelier. It was breathtaking. He lets you gawk while he wheels in the luggage.
You spend the first few hours in the state-of-the-art kitchen with crystal glasses full of expensive liquor, helping Wooin cook a pasta dinner together from some swanky European recipe. You think it's a bit cliche and overtly for your benefit, to lure you into some sense of false security- if he thinks you'll be impressed with a single candle-lit dinner before his vacation chaos, he'll be disappointed.
All is fair in love and war, and you're not lowering your emotional defenses with him until he really blows you away. Too many sleepless nights without his warmth at your side, missed dates, flimsy excuses, flirty fangirls, and half-assed sexual band-aids for arguments. You love him more than anything, but he can tell you're slipping away every time he compromises romance for achievement. League of Street and Sangho's demands are straining the person he's decided to share his life with.
Unacceptable.
While you haven't had many opportunities to keep Wooin to yourself and have genuine dates, it's like no time has passed at all as you both laugh together and cuddle close to watch some stupid rom-com on the biggest TV you've ever seen. It's easy to be with him, letting his snarky comments entertain you endlessly and tracing his tattoos with an idle hand- hopefully he misses you as much as you miss him. He never fails to make you feel appreciated and take care of your every need, but maybe you need some verbal conformation and communication that you're still his girl, no hesitations or compromises.
Outside the bedroom, his praises are harder to come by and you fiend for him to reciprocate the same compliments and reassurances.
Even with your mind a million miles away, Wooin brings you back to earth with a single sentence, hand rubbing on your knuckles while he waits for you to process what you heard him say.
"Do you want to get ready for bed? I have a surprise for you after you're freshened up."
"Wooin, dicking me down is not a surprise, nor do I have the energy-"
"I'm not planning anything but romantic and wholesome tonight. Sincerely."
He chuckles at your outburst, but you also see the tension in his shoulders, his legs, and all over. He's probably lacking the energy too, considering how hard he's been pushing himself in the race- riding like a madman and stealing your breath with every daring cross of the finish line. The way Sabbath races is intense, which means they have more to prove to their fans (and competitors) with every new match.
While this weekend is all about you, Wooin shouldn't expect you to go without offering to help him too- you've always been too clever to miss his tells, the tiny unspoken ways his body betrays his needs and the way the air feels charged when he needs your comfort as well.
"I'll go brush my teeth and put away the dishes while you… scheme whatever you're scheming."
"There's a black shopping bag in our room, it's got your outfit inside. Wear that."
"You're picking out an outfit… for a surprise? If you're sure, Wooin-"
He twirls your hair while you roll your eyes at him, but he seals the deal with a tender kiss. Hand on your cheek, forehead against yours, his assurances do more than relax your shoulders. Your heart is doing flip-flops as he takes a page from the movie and lets his heart speak through the sweet moment.
Launching up from his lap, you stumble off to the room before he can see how flustered the simple action has made you. He's the type to poke fun at your vanilla taste, that basic romance gets you more flustered and shy than any dirty innuendo or physical flirtation he's ever played at. If only he knew what simmered under the surface when he played the lover boy, he'd definitely abuse the privilege.
"Meet me back here in twenty minutes, I'll guide you to the spot."
You can barely hear him as you're walking down the hall, so you yell back.
"Wooin, don't talk to me about a g-spot, I'll kill you tonight. No more innuendos, you fuckhead."
He laughs to himself.
As you enter the room, a hundred rose petals on the bed in the shape of a heart surrounding the infamous black shopping bag makes you gasp. When the fuck did he set this up? As you rip the tissue paper out of the bag, you pull out a silver two-piece bikini with ornate fabric and metal accents- clearly something of Wooin's designer taste, picked out specifically for you.
Holy shit.
He's always had an eye for fashion, in his eccentric but expensive way, and as you pull it on, you can see that the quality speaks for itself. You look like you're glowing from each angle, picturing yourself as the hottest you've ever seen. It's a great way to start the night. Hyping yourself up in the mirror for longer than you expected, you wander back to the living room, so you can finally see the surprise Wooin has been talking about.
Wringing his hands in the living room and pacing, you don't make yourself known immediately, choosing to watch him for a moment. Puzzling what could be making him so nervous. His signature hat is off, leaving you the briefest mental image of running your hands through his hair-
"Wooin?"
"Are you all ready? Let me see you, gorgeous-"
As he looks you up and down, his jaw drops open for the quickest moment before he recovers, taking your hand and pulling you in for a kiss that makes you dizzy. He doesn't pull back until you smack his chest.
"My surprise? You've gotten my attention with the promise of something super romantic."
"You got MY attention in that stunning swimsuit- I don't think anyone else compares in any kind of bikini, ever. You look amazing." Without missing a pace, of course he has to slip in the chance to hit on you.
"Get with the plot, Wooin. My surprise…"
"Demanding, demanding."
He does lead you outside, to where the secluded pool deck is, and where he guides you is covered in a half-circle of candles on one side of the pool, illuminating the lounge chairs. There's got to be over fourty, each flickering in the dark, making the perfect ambiance to relax.
Wooin explains that you'll get an exclusive boyfriend-provided poolside massage tonight, under the stars, entirely private to you two. Something he picked out himself, to show you he cares.
While he's bragging about how good you'll feel and how talented his hands are, you take in the scene before you. He really tried to make this special. You feel the tug in your chest, knowing how hard he worked after the exhaustion and the drama of League of Street to do this for you.
He didn't have to win your heart, but he's trying to improve the connection between you- like your approval matters to him, like your time spent together is most valuable to him.
While you pause and watch him set up the lounge chair with a towel, pillow and scented oil for you, he stares blankly at you.
"Get up here already. It'll be light out by the time you decide to accept this massage."
"Uh, yeah. Yeah."
The hour underneath Wooin's skilled hands makes you melt into a puddle, muscles going from tense and knotted with stress to painlessly soothed. He's too good at everything he does, and with your groaning voice, you tell him so between the breaths.
"Jesus, Wooin… you're going too rough."
"Your hands are godly, keeping going."
"Right there, that's the spot. You're so good at what you do."
The more comments you make, the harder Wooin works to shut you up and make you collapse in bliss. As awful as it is when he digs his thumbs into your back and crushes you with his palms, the massage works at loosening the stubborn knots and making you relax after the initial discomfort.
His hands deftly slip under the bikini to massage you in large, firm motions but he never escalates it to a sexual touch, which is uncharacteristic of him, as he never skips the chance to grope you (even in public! Shamelessly) and lure you into the sheets. As you slip deeper into relaxation, Wooin barely shakes you awake to ask if he did a good job.
"The surprise isn't over~" He's using the annoying sing-song voice to get you up again, which is a chore after that massage. While you try to rouse yourself from the deepest physical relaxation you've ever had, Wooin produces a small necklace box in his hands.
"Sweetheart, what's this?"
"I picked it up weeks ago, thought now would be the best time." He's holding it out to you with both hands. The box itself is sleek and stamped an array of embroidery constellations on the blue velvet. With a single touch, you can tell it's wildly expensive.
Gently opening it, you see the necklace inside and it's breathtaking. A braided silver chain, delicate ornamentation on the piece, and the stunning mother-of-pearl half-moon with a diamond star hanging from it. Mysterious and unique, the necklace captures the intrigue and beauty of the moon in a single thing. With diamonds and pearl, the silvery tones of the necklace bounce the candlelight off itself and draw your eyes in.
Taking it from your hands, Wooin places the necklace on for you, kissing your temple once while your hands play with the necklace in shock.
""It's stunning. You picked it out?"
He nods.
"Wooin, it's the prettiest thing ever. I love it."
Of course, the moment is cut short by his wide grin and cheesy pick-up line, making you groan and slap his chest.
"Are you the moon babe?"
"You're pulling the tides to my body, and I can't help but touch."
You roll your eyes at him and scoff, but you let him pull you close and kiss you again. Against his lips, you whisper how annoying he is and you can't stand his humor sometimes.
He lifts you bridal style and spins you around while laughing, and in the moment, you feel as if Wooin's emotional walls are down and maybe he's laughing and enjoying himself like he was always meant to- could it be that you bring out that side of him?
While you're daydreaming in his arms, Wooin is walking closer and closer to the pool, still singing nonsense and twirling like a madman, letting you cling to him and nuzzle against his chest.
"Baby… you said you can't stand my humor, but I'm carrying you - what should I do about that?"
You open your eyes immediately, sensing the change in his tone, the very air itself.
"Wooin, what-"
"Like, sweetheart, I gifted you gorgeous jewelry, gave you a massage, picked out the hottest little swimsuit for my girl, and still you can't stand me. It'd be a shame if you didn't get use out of that bikini~"
"Wait, no - HEY, Wooin, Wooin-"
Before you can even escape his grasp or fight back, Wooin launches you up and smirks as you drop into the pool. Fucker!
He's a dead man. You'll kill him.
You surface with a gasp, chest heaving and arms flailing while Wooin is hysterically laughing on the edge of the pool, barely standing with how hard he's laughing. The shock of being thrown in and doused with water after the lull of massage oil and the heat of Wooin's hands has inspired a homicidal rage in you. You play up the reaction, acting dazed and tearful until you're close enough to snatch him.
Grabbing his ankle and yanking it, his balance falters enough for you to tip him into the pool while he's howling with laughter. His voice squeaks as he goes under, your victory assured. Payback is a bitch - he'll get his ass handed to him for throwing you in here and laughing.
As he surfaces, you grapple him and try pushing him under again as he swings his arms around, splashing, in the attempt to keep his little roid-raging homicidal girlfriend from strangling him for the prank. Accidently, between the kicking and grabbing, your hand finds purchase on Wooin under the surface and you yank as hard as you can.
He's screaming and flinching away but you have him good - more yanking and grappling in the pool leads to you accidentally pulling down his shorts.
He freezes. Once the water settles, and you can see what you exposed, you also freeze - oh shit. His face turns from playful and cocky to downright sinister and more cocky.
The laughing from Wooin lowers to a threatening chuckle, like a movie super villian, and his eyes darken with some lustful trouble. You back away slowly, as his expression reminds you of a crouching tiger or coiled snake, ready to strike its prey.
"Oh? You want me naked?" He's already latched on to the idea.
"I can do that."
You try getting distance between you two as he circles you, joking that you only came to vacation to oogle his bare body and see him naked, obscene comments about the rare sight of him without baggy clothes and droplets of water on his skin…
You try to scold him, but your voice doesn't carry and all that comes out is panicked squeals and gasps when he lunges to get you. You splash him relentlessly. Still filled with annoyance and disbelief, that he really tossed you in after lulling you into a false sense of security - more of his shitass pranks.
Wooin strips himself in a flash, flinging off his designer shorts and underwear in one movement, completely exposing himself in the pool.
You're shrieking, covering your eyes and trying to paddle away in the water at the same time, but every second your eyes are covered, vision obscured, Wooin is closing in on you.
He's taller and stronger, but tonight, you're faster and Wooin has to relay on his intellect to pin you down. He taunts you from a few feet away, asking you in a syrupy sweet voice to join him in buff, naked glory because no one's here but you two. All night, you could be making memories under the stars, right next to this pool.
"C'mon, I'll do all the work, interlock our bodies for hours - imagine celebrating awesome, celestial-inspired sex under the stars," He's really egging you on, fake moaning and posing like some dramatic male exotic dancer while taunting you.
"You'll be all 'Oh my god, Wooin, please~'"
“All you gotta do is be pretty. I’m already drooling over you, come wipe my chin and gimme a kiss ....”
The frustration is fizzling out when you see Wooin making a damn fool of himself in the water, and the pool itself has cooled you off considerably, leaving you ready to conclude the antics - tonight might not end in sex with Wooin, because the pool is not your first choice of places, but you'll concede - the bikini is coming off.
Skinny-dipping is just as intimate, right?
"Wooin. I'm offering you a truce."
"Come take this bikini off and I won't make you sleep on the couch."
Treading water while he approaches, you try to keep a neutral expression, but the longer you stare into your boyfriend's eyes, the harder it is to keep suppressing a smile. He's infuriatingly handsome, effortlessly charming, and you love him more than anything, even after he rage-baits you and pulls pranks.
"I can do that, no problem. Bikini off~"
"Romance ON. Let me talk to you nicely all night."
Once you settle into his arms and let him sweet talk you, the bikini is pulled to the side and pulled off piece by piece as he compliments every inch of you. Letting his lips trail where his fingers explore, Wooin pulls himself together enough to monologue on your beauty, comparing your exposed skin under the moonlight to classical poetry.
"I can do romance so well, baby, you have no idea. Let me compare you to the poets -"
"Wooin, you know poetry? I don't believe that."
He's told you off-handedly once before that he studied classical literature in school years ago, at the behest of his parents, who believed a young man of status should be educated in all manner of subjects - but he does know poetry and gods, listening to him quote romantic poems and hold you in the pool, you feel as if everything is in place.
"How do we come to be here next to each other in the night, where the stars that show us to our love inevitable, outside the leaves flame usual in darkness, and the rain falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh."
Holy fuck, his mouth is sinfully sweet but warm, wet, and dangerous on your pulse. His teeth bite down before his tongue soothes over the angry marks left on your skin. More and more, his mouth is leading you away from your brain and into mindlessly pleasurable sensations.
"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."
Wooin's mouth isn't the only distraction while he's talking. Roaming over your body and keeping you pinned to the firm planes of his muscular body, Wooin's hands, with his signature black nails - are gripping you tight and slipping over your skin in random patterns, teasing you endlessly but not touching you where you crave it most. As cool as the water is, he's making you heat up.
"Upon my word, I tell you faithfully, through life and after death you are my queen, for with my death the whole truth shall be seen. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly, their beauty shakes me who was once serene, straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen."
He chides you once for the guttural moans that escape you while he grinds on you, commenting how you're interrupting his memorization and in response, you breathlessly nod that you'll do your best to behave.
"Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud. Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, and loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men makes faults."
"You know Shakespeare?"
"Oh my fucking god. Yes. Appreciate my dedication and let me love you."
"You're worth learning poetry for. Don't doubt how much you mean to me, now or ever. I don't compromise for anyone."
His voice has taken the edge out of the darkness of night, and after a quiet moment where he holds you close and lets your forehead fall to his, your heart calms down and you tell him to get out of the pool with you. This vacation was totally worth it, to hear your proud, hard-headed man admit to loving you as gently and earnestly as he can manage. Even if it's not perfect, you're both in this for the long haul - and Wooin does a good job of making you feel special, even when you doubt.
The night ends with Wooin pulling you into his arms and curling up on the pool lounge chairs to sleep after getting out of the pool. Everything else be damned, you're the light of his life and the guiding star he follows. The prettiest little thing he's ever had, illuminating every dark corner in the night, Wooin thinks of you as the moon and the stars, more valuable and precious than you could ever know.
HYUK KWON - Payback Pranks Ruin Pool Date
Hyuk has never been the most romantic guy on the planet. No question, his idea of romance and habits of obsession cross wires in his head, leaving you on the receiving end of very dedicated, swoon-worthy but strange attempts at improving your relationship. Showing up to your location randomly without warning. Yes. leaving gifts in your apartment without mention of how he knew, or when he got them. Yes. Staring at you without explanation before dragging you along to watch him do tricks or stealing your phone to send videos of his cut-throat racing. His ideas of fun dates have been, so far, axe throwing, escape rooms, amusement parks, and oddly enough, a paint-your-own ceramic class together where he made a horrifyingly accurate human heart vase for you complete with little open veins for flowers.
Anyone else would be put off by the terrifying aura of your boyfriend or his eccentric tastes, but you're not really concerned with what others think. He matches your strange habits and he's nothing but respectful to you. While his height, facial expressions, and aggressive demeanor prove to others that he controls the entire relationship - you know better.
Hyuk lets you take the lead sometimes, and you've nailed him in the head with slippers for crossing boundaries and being a menace when you ask him to behave. He's half-convinced you know witchcraft and dark magic to see into his mind.
Quite literally you two represent yin and yang, two opposite but equal forces that dance around one another. Keeping each other in check, and attracting the other to new experiences, and balancing the mundane parts of a relationship with the intense, otherworldly, or obsessive sides.
The hotel you find yourself in was not in the plans for your night, but Hyuk had appeared in your apartment a few hours prior, a bag packed for you already in his hands and led you outside to Wooin's car without explanation.
"Hyuk, this is kidnapping. Where the fuck are we going?"
"You came of your own volition. They wouldn't believe you were coerced under duress anyways."
Jesus, what a way to speak to you. His deadpan humor and monotone commentary are unfortunately critical to his personality, and you've taken a liking to his personality.
After getting to the hotel and letting Wooin check you in, you get to the room and unpack while Hyuk looks over your shoulder at everything he hid away in the bag. Lots of lace panties. Not enough shirts, no pajamas - mismatched socks. A phone charger, toothpaste but no toothbrush, hairbrush, and what you believe is panty-liners.
The bathroom is connected to Wooin's room, and you find the world's biggest damn shower inside, complete with LED lighting, a rainfall shower head and a sauna option on the wall's touchscreen. You lock yourself in while Hyuk ambles outside, waiting for you.
"Hyuk, this is a mess. What was the purpose of packing this if you weren't going to do it right?"
"I did my best."
Next time, just tell me to pack a bag, dumbass. You feel a prick of annoyance in the back of your head, but with a moment, it dissipates. This hotel is four stars, with a spa, full bar, restaurants on three floors, and over six swimming pools. Luxury stores are a block away, and you'll just borrow Wooin for an hour to pick out new clothes for a shopping spree. Maybe you'll find a damn toothbrush.
"Hyuk, is Wooin in his room? Let's go shopping for a bit~"
"Shopping?"
You can picture him rolling his eyes, but you can get this, if you try.
"Yeah, shopping. Wanna help me pick out something to wear? I need a swimsuit, and maybe something else if we see something nice? It'll be fun, just for today."
Time to nail him with the best part.
"Baby, please, think of how well you know me. You'll help me pick."
Silence. He's pondering it.
"I'll ask Wooin. It has to be fun."
Success!
One obnoxiously entertaining shopping trip later, you've picked out a handful of outfits, a pair of heels for dinner, and the most expensive bathing suit you've ever seen. Wooin picked the brand, but you and Hyuk decided on what color and style, and Wooin was right - it was absolutely rocking on you.
You had to scold them both when they peeped into the changing room, and again when they were grabbing the ass on every mannequin while laughing. The clerks looked at you funny (for their actions!)
Throwing yourself onto the fluffiest queen size bed and soaking in the scent of laundry detergent and perfumed room spray that smelled heavenly, you notice how quiet it is.
Too quiet.
The same way an owner goes cold and panicked when their dog is too quiet, likely into mischief, you know Hyuk is up to something when he's quiet - laser-focused, troubling, and single mindedly misbehaving.
(Today was fun, but little did you know the chaos would begin soon.)
You were right. For the next forty hours, Hyuk and Wooin engaged in a prank war that terrorized the entire hotel. Dumping ice water on each other in the shower, sabatoging shampoo bottles, hiding shoes, clear tape on the doorways - you name it, they were doing it.
You tried to stay out of it the best you could, apologizing to confused employees as to why two fully grown adults were doing this and chasing each other in the halls like psychos, but you'd grown to accept what you couldn't change.
Hyuk and Wooin were two balls in a deranged nutsack, and their immaturity wasn't going to disappear overnight. if only they'd chosed a less luxurious, less public place for this bullshit. You didn't realize Hyuk had kidnapped you to this hotel just to play with Wooin and treat you like an afterthought.
You spent the day in the spa, had lunch by yourself, and retreated to your room where Hyuk was showering. You hadn't seen him since the start of this hotel retreat and the shopping trip.
"I hope you and Wooin are giving each other handjobs in there. Everyone's watched you two jerkoffs running around like idiots together."
Maybe a few pointed comments will show him how annoying he's been.
"With all these pranks, you should be using sandpaper and lemon juice to jerk off. Really make it fun for you both."
The shower stops.
Hyuk ducks out of the bathroom with his hair dampened to his forehead, eyes narrowed. He shoulders open the door and stalks towards you. Your breath stops, as he pauses in front of you wordlessly. Poking the beast never gets you what you want, but he eggs you on all the time. Why not return the favor?
Shirtless and dripping in front of you, your eyes wander south - lower and lower - as you try thinking up some witty one-liner to snap back at him.
"If you're feeling left out, just say that."
"Fuck off. You don't know shit, Hyuk. Do whatever."
"So you aren't missing me?" Damn him. Damn all his observations and insight into your behaviors, bratty or otherwise.
The gulp you take tells him everything. Swallowing the urge to admit everything and pull him close, you turn away and tear your eyes off his athletic frame.
"I'm not gonna beg for you to be romantic or something. This trip is fine without you. Do whatever."
He hums behind you and chucks the towel over your head. By the time you tear it off you and whip around to scold him, he's disappeared again.
You'll just dip in the pool for a few hours, hopefully he'll be back by nightime. Laying out the skin-tight, racy two-piece on the bed, you admire how well-made it is, and how good it'll look on you too.
You grab the towel, the sandals, the complimentary juice from the fridge, and some jewelry to make sure the pool-side lounging is spot-on and swoon-worthy. You'll appreciate how hot and effortlessly sexy you are, while your boyfriend runs around doing who knows what.
As you pull the bikini on, and adjust the straps, you do cringe a bit at how upset you got with Hyuk. You don't mean to be mad with him, or act too needy - you ditched all your weekend plans to come with him and spend quality time together after this League of Street drama, but he's been absent the whole time.
You just want to understand what he expects of you.
The nearest pool is a single floor up, on the roof, but it says 'out of order' so you take the elevator down to the next nearest pool, only to see Hyuk come out of the opposite elevator. He looks out of breath and half-dazed.
"Sweetheart, I have a surprise for you. Come with me?"
What the hell. A surprise.
"Baby, listen, whatever it is, I love you but I'm dressed for the pool right now, not an adventure."
"No, no, it's the pool. This one is lame."
"I've got a better plan. The pool closes in ten minutes anyways."
You follow him back down a few floors to your room so he can change into a pair of swim trunks. After he's done, you step forward and put your hand on his chest.
"Babe, you don't look so good. What's going on?"
"What's the sudden need for a surprise?"
With a roll of his eyes, he explains that he's set up a romantic surprise to make up for all the time away from you and show you he cares. This trip wasn't supposed to be only a prank war, but a chance to spoil you a bit and make memories.
Oh. He did do something to make a date for you both.
That's sweet.
"What's the plan? You said the pool was closing soon, and that means no fun tonight in a pool."
He gives you a spine-chilling grin and pulls you along to his 'date.'
Back to the roof, he rips off the 'out of order' sign on the rooftop door and opens it for you with a bow. You follow him with a confused look, because you have no idea what to expect.
The pool looks unaffected, the water clear, the edges safe, so why was it 'out of order?'
Only when he points out the vase of flowers on top of a beach towel, accompanied by two glasses and a few bottles of soju does it all start to come together. You get comfy on the towel and let him sit at your side while you crack open a can of cola.
He has a gleaming sense of pride when he explained that he picked the flowers from the floral displays in the lobby, lifted the cola and soju from the kitchen in a heist, and put the 'out of order' sign on the door mere minutes before you arrived so he could set this up and keep everyone else from spoiling it. You're equal parts impressed and horrified at how easily he got the slip on you and everyone else, scheming this up and stealing the components to make it work in under an hour.
Hyuk rarely talks so much, even at your behest - but dipping your feet in the pool while he talks is relaxing, and you find your eyelids get heavy. He lets you put your head on his shoulder while watches you intently.
You pick up his hands and admire them, tracing his fingers up and down from his knuckles, back up to his wrist, along each of his fingers - noting the shape, width, distance from his fingertips - distracted by the attractiveness of his capable hands, the memories of how talented he is with them, in all his endeavors -
"Hyuk, you wanna go in the pool?"
"I'd need you to lift me, and stay by the edge. I'm not brave tonight."
He looks at you and pushes off the edge so he can slip into the water, carefully avoiding a splash on you or the towel - calculating how he should help you in. You set down the can of cola and wiggle forwards, bracing for the water.
You've never been super comfy in the deep end, but Hyuk's efforts tonight have bolded you to trying again and finding some way to make memories tonight. You trust that he wouldn't actually let you lose your balance or slip under the surface.
"I can carry you. No problem."
He sounds offended that you have to ask - almost as if you doubt his ability to hold you up or meet your needs. You laugh because he's typically so non-chalant, but he's adamant, even if you didn't mean it as a challenge. While you lower into the water, you tell him that you think he's the best boyfriend ever - and coming to the pool was awesome, because you get to see his ripped abs and rocking body, honed from League of Street and all the stunt-riding.
His eyes widen. You're carefully lowering into the pool while he spots you with hands around your waist, and after a moment, you're in - still holding the side of the pool with trembling hands. While you adjust to the temperature, you feel Hyuk squirming in front of you, displacing the water and bending down low - so low his face almost goes under.
But while he goes low, his swim trunkcs come up and out of the water, much to your disbelief - landing on the edge of the pool behind you with a splat. The soaked material is making a puddle behind you.
You blink once.
"There. Now you can see all of my rocking body."
What the fuck? What the fuck!
He puts his hands on your thighs and tells you to hold on tight, he's got you - you're barely hearing him.
You are screeching that he's completely unclothed, and this is insanity, all landing on deaf ears. Hyuk is either too ignorant to listen to your wailing or enjoys the reaction too much to stop - but he's still naked! Naked in the pool, holding you against him and wandering from the edge of the pool - going more into the middle.
Where you're defenseless.
“I’ll drop you in the deep end if you don’t stop yelling in my ear. I thought you wanted to let me hold you.”
You acquiesce and let him pull you around the pool for a while, although he can tell you’re distracted by his nudity. The way you cling to him, knuckles white and digging into his muscles, you're sure he can feel your heartbeat through your clenched fingers. Without words, you're betraying the arousal climbing through you - Hyuk needs you to need him. The longer you go without admitting the heat pooling in your veins, the more sastified he is keeping you from the edge of the pool. Eyes to the sky, carefully avoiding making eye contact with him - his own gaze smoldering with desire and menace. You can barely spare a glance, much less a single thought of what is happening under the surface where Hyuk is -
Oh no. Don't even think of how Hyuk's bare skin is against yours, letting you feel him unobstructed with every movement - the pull of his thighs, the deep v-line, the curve of his back, and the planes of his stomach, all under you and with dwindling self-control, you imagine the sight of it in the pool right now, how the light would play off every exposed inch.
Even more dangerous was the thought of watching his hands move so seductively across you. Arms flexing, fingers crawling up your body, spreading across your bikini, caressing, squeezing…
Your breath hitches. Hyuk takes note of your every reaction. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, every slip of your self-control is a step backwards into a corner - Hyuk has been circling the pool for a few minutes, and with every step, he’s spinning the web of desire and attraction tighter and tighter around you - enjoying the silent reactions, the struggle against your own unconscious feelings, the very urge to look at him while unclothed.
Absolutely shameless, he is. Offering to put your bikini next to his swim trunks and look away while you do, but he’s not gonna stop holding you - nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone knows to leave you two alone and the prank war is paused. Hyuk is relentlessly patient and cunning, and unintentionally, you've encouraged this.
"You still think this vacation is fine without me?"
"Say you don't miss me, and I'll let you go upstairs this instant. No more innuendos or games."
His voice is level, unrevealing of his true intentions. But in his words, you understand that your attitude earlier had shaken him a bit.
You finally lock eyes with your boyfriend, and it all comes crashing down. The final scrap of self-control you had is torn away with the shuddering breath Hyuk takes at your eyes. Like the very sight of you, looking at him, is giving him life, providing the relief he's been antagonizing for all night.
You figure he deserves the reward as much as you need his touch, so it's about time to drop the facades - Hyuk keeps his unwavering gaze on you but his hands nearly slip as you take your hands off his shoulders and slip under the water to undo the bottoms of your bikini, contorting to take them off. Bundling them up in your hand, you drop them into Hyuk's waiting hand.
Without a word, you drop the bikini bottoms and let him throw them up onto the edge of the pool. Now you're both hot and bothered, getting more worked up but silent, holding yourselves back by a thread of restraint. Your eyes stay on Hyuk, watching him bite his lip, as if trying to taste your own without touching - the only invitation he needs is you arching your neck, exposing the tender pulse point to him, before he descends like you're the dripping cut of meat in front of a starved predator.
Hyuk's mouth covers the whole front of your throat with wet kisses, mixing in the use of teeth for hickies and his lips for soothing the aching skin. How pleasurable to be devoured by the terrifying devotion of someone like Hyuk.
He’s kissing on your neck before spinning you around, holding you against the edge of the pool. His huge palms brace you against the tile while you can't see him. Your senses are heightened, pulse racing. Hyuk's touch, the sound of the water, the heat of his breath behind you. As your arousal is climbing, Hyuk is lowering into the water behind you, trailing kisses on your back. You squirm under his one hand, but you do your best to stay still.
Before you realize what he's planning, he's taking off your top with his teeth.
Christ, what can he do with that mouth?
"Your hands are trembling when I touch you there…"
Taking in your heady gasp and the subtle way your thighs clench. Hyuk chuckles behind you with lips against your shoulder.
"Your jaw drops open with that eager stare. Makes me want to devour you, crack you open, and swallow you whole."
You tell him, with uncharacteristic confidence, to take you to bed in a minute flat. He's got a crazed look in his eyes as he spins you around and growls low in his chest, but you're giggling with the anticipation of what's next. Hyuk sweeps you out of the water and hoists you high, hands lifting you like a trophy.
You both look to the puddle where you left the two swimsuits. The bikini you need to don to go back to your room - wait. Wait.
The fucking clothes are gone.
Both the bikini and Hyuk's swim trunks have vanished from the place you'd left them.
What the FUCK??
Hyuk puts you on his hip and smacks a hand into the puddle, wildly swinging his palm over where the clothes were last seen.
There's a crackling of sound in front of you both, from in the shadows of the hallway -
"HYUK. You lose the prank wa- "
A megaphone. That's what you're hearing. It sounds like Wooin. What is he doing?
You're currently skinny-dipping in a luxury hotel pool after hours, and now your boyfriend's best friend is here, and could maybe see you.
Wooin continues talking into the megaphone, telling you and Hyuk that currently, sunrise is an hour from now, and he'll return the stolen clothes then.
Your clothes! Without the bikini, without Hyuk's swim trunks, you're both stranded - naked as the day you were born - in the pool.
"Hyuk, what are we gonna do? Wooin has my bikini hostage! We're both naked in here - "
Without letting you be exposed, Hyuk dashes out of the pool to where Wooin is hidden. Bare ass to the air, Hyuk tries snatching Wooin to get the clothes back, and Wooin howls into the night. The mix of fear and satisfaction is his voice makes you roll your eyes. The megaphone crackles as it's dropped in haste.
You think after getting back to your room, you'll get clothes and then strangle the life out of Wooin, once Hyuk finds him. This is humiliating.
Your boyfriend comes back after you call out, and shamelessly uncovered, he pulls you from the pool and uses his body to shield you from the door - in a moment of brilliance, Hyuk picks up a lounge chair and holds it sideways - keeping you both covered from the shoulders down, leaving your thighs and below exposed. Better than nothing!
Hyuk safely sneaks you both off of the roof and back to your floor with no witnesses - leaving the chair up against Wooin's door to block him in. With no bikini as a souvenir, you have to repeat the same scenario as earlier in Hyuk's arms, in the privacy of the hotel room…
HAJUN - Diving in the Dark Gone Wrong / Unashamed Desire
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On the rare occasions that Hajun is free to come over at night, after the day has concluded- knuckles scabbed over, bike locked securely, and his brothers both tucked in, he often comes to see you.
You, the gentle harbor of peace, someone who grants him the solace and warmth he seeks so desperately. It’s a point of pride that Hajun can see that you’re safe and sound- although not always sleeping when you could be. Insomnia has plagued your nights since childhood, and Hajun is well aware of how difficult it is for you to find (and keep) sleep at night.
No matter how you both suffered from personal shortcomings or problems, each of you supported one another tirelessly and without expectation of gratitude- Hajun doesn’t talk all that often about it, but you see in his actions how much his life is now intertwined with yours.
Like now, you’ve accompanied him to the penthouse suite that Wooin chose for Sabbath’s weekend of relaxation after the hiatus announcement. From what little information Hajun had offered you, apparently Wooin made a huge deal that everyone had to come with- Hyuk, Hajun, all the members (and you- Sabbath’s on-hand unpaid nurse, alibi, and girlfriend.) You understand that asking Hajun to slow down and take a step away from his brothers, not earning any income from fights or odd jobs, is killing him inside… His mind is probably racing with thoughts.
But as you get comfy unpacking in the shared room, you figure under the guise of helping YOU, you might be able to help him at the same time. After the bedtime routine is done, you’ll make your move.
Oddly enough, despite Wooin making the big deal about everyone coming to the fancy getaway- he’s currently chasing tail and hooking up with some random girl, crashing at her place! Hyuk was last seen with his bike, looking to cause mayhem in the night while doing tricks, and poor Vinny retired to his room the earliest. While everyone is occupied, you and Hajun watch some generic fight club movie while Hajun critiques the boxer’s form and tells you what’s unrealistic- curled in his huge arms and bundled up while you listen to your lover whisper above you. It really is quite the vacation so far. You always feel privileged when you see Hajun come out of his shell with you.
When the sun goes down entirely, and you start to consider trying to sleep, Hajun is ready in the kitchen with some herbal tea for you. The only place you haven’t explored yet is the rooftop pool, complete with covered lounge chairs, a hot tub, and waterfall on the far side. You and Hajun both think it’s a bit excessive- but it’ll be quite relaxing. Tomorrow, you’ll don a swimsuit and make the most of it alongside Hajun.
It takes you all of a few minutes to jump into the sheets, wriggle around, and let out a big sigh, before realizing you’re not gonna fall asleep that easily. Damn. You’re not gonna make a huge deal of it, knowing Hajun is already worn out- the competition has demanded a lot of his time, putting additional strain on his body alongside the boxing matches, and he’s been tired more often. It’s easy to take care of him when he’s too tired to resist your efforts, but he worries about providing for his brothers too. In comparison, a little trouble sleeping doesn’t seem worth complaining about.
“Is everything okay? You’re tossing and turning.”
“Hajun, I didn’t mean to wake you- I’m fine.” Just as you’re about to spring another convenient excuse, Hajun turns over and kisses your temple.
“Thought you weren’t gonna lie to me. You’re not falling asleep easily- what do you need?”
“I don’t know. I’m just restless as always.”
What can you do? Not much use walking around this late when the hotel is dark, and the whole place is quiet, and it’ll be ages before you’ll find somewhere suitable. You feel Hajun’s head rest on your temple while you rack your brain for answers.
The pool. The pool.
“Hajun, did you wanna get some air? I have an idea.”
He hums his approval, and before he lets you get up from bed, kisses your temple, your nose, your lips- stopping his onslaught of tender pecks at your hands, kissing your knuckles with so much tenderness you melt.
Whatever you decide, he always follows you, trailing along to guard you and take the chance to see you smile. A lover boy gentleman, through and through.
“Let’s go to the pool. We can have a competition- best cannonball splash wins. Are you up for it?”
He nods.
“So long as you’re up for serious competition.” He says.
Hajun, what a cheeky comment. Wait till he sees your bikini- then see if he can focus on the competition.
While you change into the bikini, a stunning two-piece you had bought months ago, Hajun takes the bathroom to pull on the trunks you had bought him. As you adjust the top, you admire how nice you look in the mirror- writing Hajun a quick note to slip under the bathroom door before you zip outside to survey the arena of choice. You hope the dirty pun makes him laugh.
Are those skulls on your trunks? Because I totally want to ‘bone’ you later <3 -
You’re taking in the crisp air outside, walking around the edge of the pool when Hajun comes out. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but- holy fuck. His frame looks that much larger, much wider, when you can see the broad shoulders uncovered. His body is insane, reflecting the athletic ability he has.
It’s downright sinful how good he looks, effortlessly working you up. Perhaps you will get to wear yourself out later with Hajun, choosing another activity… You blatantly stare until he’s standing in front of you, looking expectantly, not sure of what you’re doing.
“We have the whole thing to ourselves- who’s going first?” You think you’re speaking, but your brain is only on the way the low light catches Hajun’s muscles and the way your eyes are glancing over every inch. What were you doing out here again? Everything is a blank except for the wicked v-line you’re seeing, and the veins in his arms, and-
Hajun’s voice breaks you out of the stupor again.
“I don’t mind. I’m winning anyhow-”
Neither of you bother setting down some arbitrary guideline on how to dive, the amount of rounds to determine the winner, and whatnot, because Hajun wants you to enjoy yourself until you’re only left with fumes and maybe he can get you to sleep despite the insomnia- his mission has always been to make your moments awake less grueling and desperate to sleep, but burdenless. You’re just looking to enjoy the sight of Hajun shirtless a while longer and appreciate the rare deadpan goofy side of Hajun.
“You first!”
Eager to breeze past the awkward moment of your filthy mind before he notices, you put your hands on Hajun’s waist and turn him to face the pool. Cupping your hands around your mouth, you exaggerate an announcer’s voice to start the show and announce the ‘commencement of the first midnight cannonball dive competition.’ Hajun smirks and cracks his knuckles, looking back at you.
“Go on then. Show me how it’s done, you glorious athlete.”
He hums, and nods once.
Before your eyes, Hajun takes a running start before jumping, curling in to make himself the cannonball, and hits the water with an impact that sounds like an artillery shell- the water splashes to a height of at least ten feet, making a wall of pool water- the droplets coming down on your head while you gawk. Without even getting your turn yet, you’re soaked to the bone where you stand.
Effectively, what he just caused was a tsunami, pool water displaced by his sheer unmatched physical form, something you doubt you could replicate easily…
When he surfaces, you just laugh breathlessly as he gives you a thumbs up, and while you’re taken aback by the huge cannonball he just did- seeing Hajun’s wet hair and the open smile on his face makes it worth it.
He asks if you want him out of the pool for your turn, as if it’ll make a difference, but you shake your head and take a few steps back for the running start. You launch off the edge of the pool, trying to get enough air to really splash-
When you hit the water, the whole world goes mute as you break the surface. The water dampens the sensations around you. For a moment, all you feel is blissful cool- but then, you’re kicking your feet to make it upwards before your eyes start to sting. If water goes up your nose, you’ll freak.
Hajun claps when you come up for air, politely, but you know your splash was not as impressive. You’ll do better your next turn. Swimming out of the way, you take the time to push back your hair and tread water until Hajun creates another tsunami event during his turn.
Just as predicted, it’s nowhere near close as the competition goes on. It’s working to exhaust you a bit, but Hajun’s athlete stamina and peak performance is outmatching you, on top of his advantageous size- the perks of which you admire with his every movement. Watching him climb out of the pool when his trunks are glued to his massive thighs and backside are the spoils of your idea. It’s a miracle he hasn’t caught on to your hidden agenda of staring at his physique and whistling during his turns because he’s just that sexy-
When you get out of the pool for your next turn, Hajun stands next to the pool ladder and helps you up with a single hand, ever the gentleman. You give him a big smile.
“I’ll show you this time! Don’t get cocky, Hajun, the competition isn’t decided yet.”
“Just wait, I’ll make it worth your while~”
You take the running start- hit the surface hard- and come up triumphantly. That had to be the best so far! Exclaiming with excitement on your assured victory, you turn to Hajun with your hands in the air- he’ll be sure to admit defeat after that!
In the midst of all your celebrating, you fail to notice your bikini top has liberated itself after you hit the water, floating amiss behind you- but Hajun has noticed, eyes widening with surprise. He swims towards you quickly, and you cock your head at his expression.
It hasn’t occurred to you, because you’re busy gloating in your head… Success! Satisfaction! Victory is like revenge, best served cold- cold, like the air on your bare skin. Bare.
Your whole chest is bare! With a shriek, you realize you’re missing your bikini and- and Hajun saw you!
When your boyfriend closes the distance, he snatches you to his chest immediately, arms wrapped around you and hands splayed over your back protectively.
“It’s fine, I didn’t look-” His voice is level, but you hear the twinge of unspoken panic and embarrassment in your typically unshakable boyfriend. He’s equally shocked but responded to cover you without hesitation. Telling you that he didn’t see anything, as if you’d ever accuse him of looking intentionally anyways-
He’s still murmuring that he’ll cover you while he’s finding the top, and you’re totally safe with him, but as his voice soothes your racing thoughts, your heartbeat is picking up- all you’re focused on now is the feeling of your bare skin on his warm chest.
“Hajun, hold on- just take a minute. We’re fine.” You hope you can salvage the situation because you both panicked quickly but it’s not all lost.
“Look at me. It’s alright. Nothing to be upset about.”
While pressed up against him, legs tangled under the water, and wrapped up in his huge arms, you can feel his heart racing- his pulse is jumping underneath your hands, and his own chest is thumping. You hear his breath shake, and the water on his skin sliding down in droplets onto yours, pressed close against one another with not an inch to spare.
When he follows your gaze downwards, finally taking in the view, his height allows him to see your cleavage from above- your soft skin against his, light playing off the curve of your breasts with every exhale, the barely there peek of your nipples, the stunned look on your face as you look up at him-
He can tell you’re thinking of it too. All the contact between you, the unspoken escalation of events that could lead to ruining one another under the stars, private moments of intimacy…
“Should I stop?” Hajun’s voice is the only sound besides your synchronized heavy breathing, and with all the distraction of the sensations growing, you’re not even sure what he could mean.
Stop holding you? Never. Fuck no, don’t ever back away when this glorious moment should last forever, Hajun, you’re the absolute best- feeling him close is giving you life-
“Please, just- don’t let go. I wanna feel you here.”
With a quick adjustment, your arms go around his shoulders and he hikes you up a bit higher to him. Your voice is quieter when you admit that his immediate reaction to shield you from view was- it was hot as fuck, seeing him protective. He’s leaned down, lips a breath away from yours… just waiting for your go-ahead.
However far it goes, his reaction to you- your body, you know it was chivalry that motivated him to grab you, not lust or possessiveness. Time to invite him to be… less chivalrous, and just devour you already, manners be damned. Between you two, both of you are capable of the primal, crazed desire for touch and connection- Hajun takes the lead in equal stride as you give him control.
“Baby, as much as I appreciate you being a gentleman about this- just kiss me like you’re fiending for it.”
“I want you to kiss me like no one can get between us.”
Half a second after your consent, Hajun’s lips lock with your own, his groaning immediate- you have that effect on him. You devour him as well, letting your lips and wandering hands tell him how desperately you want him too.
As you connect, you feel Hajun’s reaction to your body and the moment you do, equally loud sounds erupt from you between his kisses. He doesn’t try to hide how sexy he finds you, and it drives you mad with desire. Between breathless kisses and your groping of him, Hajun admits in his low, aroused voice that you’ve inspired this unashamed desire in him, like no other.
“I’d open my chest and let you pluck out my heart if you asked.”
More confessions from Hajun leave you dizzy with devotion to him and an appetite for pleasing him too. He says he’s never realized that he can shed the pain, that the way forward is with you, always- your presence has inspired him to try to win it all, and there’s never been a secret between you two.
“Anything you ask, I’d do it in a heartbeat- you’re everything to me.”
“Anything I ask?” You grin with your lips against his neck, letting your hickeys climb up to his jaw and following it with your tongue, soothing the red marks left by your teeth- in response to how his hands move over your skin and dip underneath the bottoms of your bikini. Holding you up in the water of the pool has left you defenseless to his onslaught of pleasure.
“Let’s go skinny dipping then. Are you up for the challenge?” You hope it comes across more confident and sexy, because currently, you’re wrecked by the sensations of pleasure that come from being on Hajun and the sounds that egg you on further- voice wobbling with need, and breath coming in short pants between the moans and endless kisses.
You gasp as Hajun pulls off your bottoms in a flash, using one movement with a single hand to tear them down and over you ass, replacing the fabric with a large palm- sneaking little smacks and grabs to the exposed skin. Walking you closer to the edge of the pool, towards the steps, Hajun keeps talking dirty to you in that low timbre of his.
He says he'll carry you both back to your room, and that the water droplets you both leave on the floor when the pool fun ends won't be the only trace you leave tonight…
After he's out of the water, he sets you down on your tip-toes to dip you into another insane kiss, body bending over you like a shield, using his strength to keep you close- and promptly lifts you up bridal style without breaking away from your lips. As you walk away from the pool, you notice a pair of skull print trunks floating on the surface next to your two-piece bikini-
When did he?
Time to get dry and get to your room, before getting wet again and letting your gloriously handsome boyfriend show you the true strength of his character…
A/N; I just realized I spelt rendezvous wrong in the header I made, please kill me with a million hammers, ignore the timing for Vinny's part, he wasn't Sabbath Crew yet I suppose... Wooin is DEF out of character but whatever.... Hyuk's part was rushed asf, forgive me
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