I loved your yoonbum piece! I feel like he never gets any love on here… :(
Do you have any relationship hcs for him??
OMG! YES! I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO SEE THIS! *squeals!!!!*
I'm so sorry, again! YES! I AGREE! YOON BUM IS SUCH A LITTLE CUTIE BUT THE FANFIC ABOUT HIM IS SO LITTLE! 😭
YOON BUM BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
- Let's be real, the only reason why your relationship with him works was because you two started off as friends and you understand him well enough to consider his meekness adorable
- Would always stare at you and ask himself how he was able to pull off someone like you. With his wide sparkling doe eyes and dusted pink cheeks, it was apparent how much he adored you
- Will cherish the ground you walk on, everything you love and dislike, he will remember them, he will carve it unto his brain, and he would make sure that everyday you'll know how much he loves you
- Of course, knowing Yoon Bum, it will become too much, to the point that who you are, will become who he was, you were just so cute, he would love to be the right one for you and liking the stuff you like is the best way to form a relationship......right?
- You will also notice some of your stuff missing; nail polish, the earrings you love, the new journal you barely wrote anything, your handkerchief with your name on it, he would claim he doesn't know where you put it, but you have a feeling he took it
- Let's say, you investigated and find where he was hiding your missing items, instead of being mad at him, you kind of feel bad and realizes that maybe the reason why he took it was because there's barely a thing in your shared home that screamed you two were in a relationship
- You will confront him, not because you will tell him that you found the items he took from you, but because you noticed that the Yoon Bum you're with right now is not the same as the Yoon Bum, you were friends with before and you loved
- He would be nervous, frightened and jittery, thinking that maybe you'll break up with him, since every confrontation and talk he has with people always ends up with them being disgusted by him or throwing him away
- This man needs tons of reassurance, okay?! So when he realizes that you don't plan on breaking up with him, instead you plan to get to know him more by spending time with him and creating tons of memories together, he would bawl his eyes out, and the whole night, he would beg you to cuddle with him and not let go
- His love languages are words of affirmation, acts of service and more on quality time. I know that it could be a physical touch too, but I feel like Yoon Bum wanted to be closer more than just physical. I think being physical is the only representation he has in his mind of being one with his partner, but in reality, I believe the type of love he wants exceeds more than that
- Yoon Bum loves when you're vocal to him. He enjoys when he gets to know you better and loves when you tell him stuff about yourself
- If you do anything for him without him begging for it, let's say, you surprised him on his birthday, gifted him this huge plushie frog, took care of him when he was sick, go out of your way to pick him up when he said, although jokingly, that he was so tired from work he thinks his legs might give up on him; your work is 30 mins away from his, would remember the way his eggs were cooked, would remember to buy the stuff he said was almost empty, would defend him on your male co-workers who looks down on him for looking too feminine more than masculine.....you got this guy forever, and he is probably planning when is the best time to propose
- The moment he realizes that your relationship is secure enough to last forever, you'll notice how carefree he looks like, how he smiles more often, how he actually likes to say dirty jokes more than you do, and just the epitome of being cheesy
- Kind of R-18 but I bet he would love cross dressing and pegging. Also, likes it when he is at your mercy. But gosh, if you allow him to see himself as the dominant one, you're in for a ride 😌🙏🏼
- Probably very naughty and would just send sexy and suggestive photos when he feels like it
- I always see him as a furdad or a plantdad. Although, if you want to have his kids, he wishes that they look more you, because he thinks you're so pretty, and the little you running around would make his heart in a puddle
- I never see a perfect relationship with Yoon Bum as just him doing all the work. Yoon Bum is very insecure and if he notices that it was only him who does all the effort, you probably already broke his heart (we don't want that in this house)
- Remember! Yoon Bum is a hopeless romantic too and would love to be loved back unconditionally
- It is canon that it will be you who will propose to him first, and the moment you did, he would laugh, because all this time, he was carrying a box with a ring on it, adorned with your favorite stone, and just working up the courage to propose when the time is right on your little vacation
Advertencias : Inseguridades físicas, baja autoestima, intrusión a los límites personales, menciones de la infancia de Bum.
(Avíseme si falta alguno por incluir).
NO AUTORIZO LA TRADUCCIÓN DE MIS OBRAS.
(Disculpe si existen faltas ortográficas, gramaticales o de redacción, intento mejorar).
Sinceramente él no tenía muchas esperanzas de que lo aceptaras. Que hayas decidido ser su pareja es una grata sorpresa.
Muy conformista. Con el tipo de vida que tuvo nunca se encontró en condiciones de pedir algo mejor.
Miedo al abandono. Esto puede llevar a que se prohíba a sí mismo el expresar sus propias necesidades por miedo a que te enojes por "pedir mucho".
Se esfuerza mucho por complacerte.
Adora el contacto físico, le trae el consuelo que en muchas ocasiones necesitó.
Besos, abrazos y caricias son un completo sí.
Muy emocional.
Muy sensible a tus cambios de actitud, si cambias tu trato hacia él comenzará a sentirse ansioso.
Extremadamente fiel con su pareja, una vez que establece la relación contigo toda su atención estará enfocada en ti. Serle infiel a la única persona que lo aceptó sería una completa estupidez.
No sabe lidiar con las discusiones, piensa que cualquier malentendido que ustedes tengan conducirá a la ruptura se su relación.
Intenta terminar las discusiones de la manera más rápida posible, no le gusta verte enojada con él. Para Bum es más fácil aceptar toda la culpa y terminar el desacuerdo.
Después de cada discusión, por pequeña que sea, se necesitará de mucho consuelo y palabras de afirmación para calmarlo.
Muy intrusivo, probablemente sea el tipo de novio que escuche tus conversaciones con otros a escondidas.
Bum tiene inseguridad corporal. Grandemente acomplejado con respecto a su altura o rasgos faciales, especialmente su cuerpo "demasiado flacucho".
Puede llegar a preguntarte el por qué lo quieres, sólo para escuchar tus elogios.
En los inicios de la relación se mostrará renuente a contarte con respecto a su familia, tiene el temor de que consideres su vida desagradable y te alejes de él.
Simplemente quiere tener una relación donde se sienta querido.
(Todavía quiero comentar con respecto al ámbito sexual, pero creo que será para otro momento).
[Name] was Yoon Bum’s first and only love since childhood, which seemed like a lifetime ago. He never really knew when these feelings began, but it was consuming him. Bum longed for her; the constant pain in his chest was proof of that. And it hurt. It hurt whenever she’d look at anyone that wasn’t him. Why not me? He would repeatedly ask himself. Still, when her eyes would grace him, Bum’s heart would beat faster, pumping blood into his system, elongating his life but prolonging his affliction. If it wasn’t for her, Bum would've died a painful death a long time ago.
At the remembrance of his unrequited feelings, a cough erupted from his lips. It was particularly nasty, that, [Name]—who was putting on her shoes—turned at the series of coughs coming from Yoon Bum. She craned her neck to look at him, sliding her right shoe before standing. “Are you alright?”
Bum quickly hid the tissue that he’d spit the blood in, attention flickering to her. This was a common occurrence for him, but he could never get a solid grasp on it. Bum blinked, trying not to cry as he reached for [Name], his lips unable to open, lest another mouthful of blood came out.
At his unresponsive actions, [Name] walked closer, grasping his face gently with her hands upon noting the blood at the corner of his mouth. Her thumbs worked tenderly, wiping the blood off. Bum was euphoric. He never shied away from her touch. When her fingers made contact with his face, Bum's lips parted in a quiet gasp.
“What is this?” Vomiting blood wasn’t normal by any means. “Have you gone to see a doctor?” Yoon Bum was accustomed to blood by now that it didn't phase him. He briefly wondered if he could finally tell her everything, but the discomfort in his chest made him silent. Lowering his gaze, he observed her precious fingers, painted with his blood. He had the urge to hold her hands, his fingers twitching at the notion. “Bum. Are you ignoring me?”
Oh no. At the sound of her stern tone, Bum met her gaze for a second before quickly glancing away, looking apologetic and a bit pathetic. “I...uh…” Bum didn’t know what to say, so he hesitantly outstretched his hand towards hers. “Alright, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine.” [Name] turned to leave which made Bum jolt in panic. He didn’t want her to leave.
Both of his hands grasped onto her arm, causing her to look back. “What?” If there was anything that Bum disliked, was [Name] being upset with him. His grip tightened, and it was surprisingly strong his skinny frame. He seemed desperate to hold on to her, pleading, “Don't leave.”
“Tell me.”
Bum whined. Even with the silent threat of leaving him, Bum stayed silent. Instead, his hands moved up her face. “Bum.” [Name] spoke seriously. Despite the roughness in her voice and demeanor, Bum had known her long enough to see that she was worried. He was beating himself up internally for causing her beautiful brow to furrow.
[Name] held onto his wrists securely, tight enough to keep him in place but not tight enough to harm. “Answer me now, or I leave.” Bum's eyes widened when he realized that she wasn’t bluffing, a cold sweat beading down his forehead. Bum swallowed, “I…”His words became caught in his throat as he tried to force out a single sentence. “I have.. Hanahaki disease.”
“What?”
“It's…,” Bum struggled to explain, his lips trembling from a flurry of emotions. “It's the reason behind my coughing, the pain I feel in my chest. Why I’ve clung to you for so long. It's why I can spend hours just staring at the way you talk, the way you smile, but also...the reason why I spend hours crying to myself in bed that we're not together.” His voice was soft and strained. [Name] stared at him with an overwhelmed expression.
“I love you so much.. that my heart hurts.”
“How long?”
Bum's eyes started to water as he couldn't find the strength to speak anymore. His words had failed him, so instead he pulled her closer. The more contact she had with him, the less pressure on his chest. His lips were inches away from her neck.
“Bum, for how long..?!”
At that moment in time, Bum didn't care for anything else. He wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in her embrace. If this is where he would finally be rejected—the final nail on his coffin, he would at least get to do this—Bum pulled [Name] towards him and planted a gentle kiss on her neck. She was all he lived for; her love was all he needed.
[Name] pulled him back, her hands holding firmly onto the ball of his shoulders, “How long has this been going on?” Bum's lips parted from her neck. “Ten years..” his voice timidly confessed.
“You’re telling me… you’ve been suffering like this for ten years..?”
If Bum had just told her from the beginning, he could've spared himself from agonizing for 10 long years. But, he didn't want to risk the rejection—the mere thought of [Name] leaving him hurt even more. Bum pressed his cheek against the side of her neck again, his nose nudging her skin as if it could find an ounce of comfort in it. [Name] pulled him back again, gripping the sides of his face, “Why?? Why did you not tell me?”
For the first time, Bum raised his voice. His emotions were getting the better of him, and he didn't care about keeping this a secret anymore. If he could scream his feelings from the rooftops, he would. “Because I can’t stand the thought of you looking at me differently!” Everyone else thought he was a waste of space—a freak. But not [Name]. Not the girl who grew alongside him and stuck by him all these years, despite contrary advice.
Bum's desperation was as real as his words. Tears started to fall, rolling down his cheeks. [Name] sighed, loosening her hold. “…What can I do to help?” Bum's eyes widened. He felt like crying, laughing, screaming of joy. There was only one thing he wanted.
“Love me.”
[Name] blinked. Without hesitation, she kissed him. It was almost instinctual when Bum parted his lips in response. He couldn't help but moan as [Name] introduced her tongue, tasting the blood in his mouth. This was love, this was love..!
All of Bum's pain was erased with a few moments of her kiss. Those intense months of discomfort and aches, amounting to this—tasting [Name]’s love. She backed him into the wall, pulling away shortly after. [Name] slid down to her knees, “I’ll take care of you.” Her hands went to the waistband of his pants, pulling at it.
Bum's eyes widened like saucers, an intense blush settling on his cheeks. This wasn't at all what he was expecting, but his face couldn't hide his excitement and his body certainly didn't protest. He was almost too excited for words, but that didn't stop him.
“...[Name]...”
Once his pants were down at his ankles, [Name] kissed his thigh gently. A soft moan escaped his lips as he watched her free his erection.
“Why did you allow yourself to suffer for so long..?”
Bum's breath staggered at her question, but his body remained still, wringing his hands in embarrassment. “I just...couldn't...ever ask.” His voice was low but as [Name] continued her ministrations, his breathing became more erratic. Her mouth enveloped him and the warmth nearly made Bum buck his entire cock down her throat; it took a lot of restraint not to come quickly, as well. Her hands squeezed the tender skin of his pale thighs. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Bum tilted his head back in pleasure. He was losing himself in this explosion of pleasure.
[Name] pulled away, her lips a bit swollen and mouth filled with Bum’s seed. She swallowed most of it as she stood again, facing Bum’s love struck face.
“I love you…”
[Name] was a bit taken aback when he pulled her in for a kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Soon, their kiss was mixed with saliva, semen, and blood. His tongue explored her mouth, taking in every taste. A mix of sweet, salty and a hint of iron that was a reminder of his condition. His eyes remained half-lidded but his gaze was focused on you.
“I love you.”
He needed to say it again, to repeat it as many times as he had to. “I know.” Their kisses ended up taking them to his bed—well, the dirty mattress he had on the floor of his ratty room. Bum only wished this could’ve been at a nicer place, like [Name] deserved. Another part of him was elated. This meant that [Name] truly cared for him, right? Skinny and poor as he was, she was touching him fervently.
Bum's love was a deep, intense feeling that wasn't always easy to express in words. But his caress, his eyes, could all express them easily. Clothes were discarded quickly; [Name] straddled Bum as she threw her shirt and sweater to the side, revealing her breasts. They stared at each other, taking in the naked flesh and imprinting it to memory.
“Ngh..”
[Name] grasped his cock with one hand, aligning it with her entrance before sinking in completely, drawing out a cacophony of moans from both. Bum's grip grew tighter, and his breaths became rapid. He didn't want this moment to end. “Please…” he couldn’t think clearly with [Name] bouncing on his cock with ardor. Her hips moved slower after he spurted ropes of cum into her womb, leaning down to bite his neck and sucking on the flesh whilst her fingers pinched his nipples. “Aaah..!”
Bum's voice was low, strained with the waves of pleasure that took over his body. Her name slipped out of him in between desperate breaths. [Name] caressed his hair gently, pushing out a few strands that had become stuck to his forehead, before kissing it. Bum’s breath was ragged, his body trembling as it reached its breaking point.
Afterwards, they headed to the dingy shower to take a bath and cleanse themselves of the sweat and release. The bathtub had barely enough space for both of them to fit. [Name] sat in front of him, staring pensively. This reminded her of their time as children. Their mothers were best friends, inseparable. Bum and [Name], born in the same year, months within each other, were each other’s company out of the womb. When they were babies, their mothers would bathe them together, wishing their children would become best friends like they were, or closer.
[Name]’s eyes analyzed Bum, searching for any sign of distress. She felt a pang in her chest at the thought of him suffering due to her ignorance. And then she wondered if this is how he felt every time. Bum rested against the side of the tub, drifting sleepily but his eyes fluttering open to look at her. A hand reached out to caress her hair, his fingers moving through the strands of her wet hair with a calmness that made his heart flutter with joy. “Will it stop now..?”
Oh. That. He’d almost forgotten about his illness from how happy he was. “There’ll still be some symptoms…,” Bum whispered, “My lungs will be weak for a while. Sometimes I'll spit up daffodils…”
“But you won’t die right?” [Name] pressed, leaning forward a little, worried. Bum felt giddy at her concern. She cared for him. Even as children, despite being the younger of the two, [Name] always had a protective streak when it came to him. He smiled boyishly at her question. “A-As long as you love me, I'll be fine…”
He bit his lip, wondering if it was okay to be selfish. Bum didn’t want [Name] to be with anyone other than him. “Promise you'll stay with me? I don't ever want to be separated from you again.” He said desperately. More than anything, he wanted to keep her. “Mn.” [Name] agreed without reproach, leaning over to kiss him, first gently and then passionately. Bum eagerly returned her affection. He moaned as he felt the kiss end, his mouth tasting her sweetness and his breath catching with excitement.
“More, please....”
He begged, not wanting this moment to end and to lose the taste of her affection. [Name] tried to maneuver her body on top of his but the space was cramped. With an annoyed grunt, she shifted to be on her knees, hands holding to the edges of the tub. “Let’s just do it like this..”
“O-Okay..” In all honesty, he would’ve preferred to see her face but Bum wasn’t about to turn down any opportunity to touch [Name]. His hands found their way to her hips.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he whined.
“I won’t.”
As soon as he entered, he came. Despite being the one inside her; Bum felt that [Name] was the one making an empty man like him feel so full. “Bum..” she complained at his quick orgasm. He was a bit embarrassed, “I couldn't last long with you if I tried…” His breathing was slow and ragged, eyes glued on her back so that every curve she had was visible to him and only him. Bum could feel her wet body against his. His movements were a clumsy attempt at proving his love. His hands caressed [Name], every touch sending butterflies through his stomach. It all felt like a dream, one that he never wanted to wake up from. Yoon Bum was just a man. A boring man, with a disease that was a burden, to him and her—yet she still loved him. She made him feel special—worthy of love. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to say how he felt. He could never feel this way towards anyone else. Being inside [Name] was the closest he could get at becoming one.
“I love you so much…”
“Ngh… I love you.. “ she breathed.
The feeling of her body against his was unlike anything else he'd ever felt, and he just wanted it to keep going forever. Bum, obsessive in his thoughts, kept repeating softly, “Please never leave me, [Name]...”
I know I shouldn’t! Every single Deity knows I shouldn’t, but I’m going back down that rabbit hole of obsessing with Killing Stalking. Yes I have read it, and as messed up it is I love the characters. The masculinity side of me wants to protect Yoonbum, and the femininity side wants Sangwoo to use me like a common wh—; I think it’s mostly their body stature. In all honesty part of me is use to taking away some pain and making it as my own, and showing affection when I truly care for someone, and that’s what I feel with Yoonbum; even with his awkwardness. Now Sangwoo; I feel the same way I feel about him with most horror slashers. He will kill someone for me if they messed with me, and that attitude gets me every time. Especially with his upbringing, the same with most horror icons, he was just misunderstood and abused like most. So in honor of my messed up obsession, and like my third best version of this, here’s my OC in Killing Stalking; which is basically me.
"Bite me," he said. You looked at him, confused. He looked at you in the eyes. He looked desperate. You were both in public but apparently, he didn't care about that at the moment. You practically dragged him into the boy's bathroom. "We are in public," you whisper shouted at him. Even still, he continued looking at you with those pleading eyes. He had teased you all day and it was beginning to.. Affect you.
You sighed before roughly kissing him. His soft lips meeting yours. You break the kiss much to his disapproval before traveling lower to kiss his neck. He let out a soft whimper. The noises he made sounded so beautiful yet so sinful. Your dominant hand traveled down his body and at an excruciatingly slow pace.
You pulled away from him momentarily only to pull him into a stall. You pinned his chest against the wall and bit his neck. You locked the door before tugging at his pants before stopping. "Are you sure?" You said through pants. "I'm sure," he said. You pulled down his pants through memory like you had done this many times before.
You slowly stuck one finger inside of him to prep him. His moan was broken off as you bit his neck. You stuck another finger in and began to stretch him out. Your other hand traveled down to his cock and stroked him excruciatingly slow. Once he was loose enough, you took your hand away from his dick and pulled out your cock.
He groaned disapprovingly from the lack of contact but was quickly shut up as you shoved your (insert inches) dick into his ass. He moaned loudly and you quickly put your hand over his mouth. "Stay quiet, we're in public".
You grabbed his short black hair and pulled his head back slightly to give you more access to his neck. "You're so pretty," you say softly. Your words alone make him whine. You begin thrusting in and out of him at an uneven pace. After a few seconds, your pace becomes even.
Whimpers, whines, and broken moans pour out of his mouth, only muffled by your hand. You sighed and stuck your fingers down his throat to silence him, making him gag. Although you love the sweet, angelic noises he makes, you didn't want to get caught having sex with him in the boy's bathroom. Or maybe you did? The thought of someone seeing you claiming him did slightly turn you on if you were being honest.
Yoonbum reached his hand down and started to stroke himself and you pinned his hand against the stall. "I want to see you cum untouched" you whispered into his ear. He only nodded in return. You looked down at his neglected dick to see it hard and leaking pre-cum. Just the sight made you feel a sharp sensation in your stomach.
Your thrusts began to get uneven and sloppy and you neared your climax but you refused to cum before him. You forced yourself to last. You bit down on his neck, hard. His neck was already covered in previous hickeys. All of them were from you, and that made you feel special in a way. Not that you'd let anyone else touch him in this way.
As you bit down on his neck you felt him tighten around you. You used your hands to keep him up as his legs shook from the pleasure. White ropes of cum covered his chest.
You continued thrusting and he let out broken whimpers as you contained thrusting into his prostate. He was sensitive. You allowed yourself to finally cum inside of him. You pulled out of him slowly. You made sure he didn't tear before holding him to your chest.
for such a rampant and presumably horny fandom there is absolutely NO good x reader killing stalking fan fiction like ANYWHERE. best one i ever found was on WATTPAD. WATTPAD. does that not say something awful about current affairs??? goodness me. if u have any recommendations or requests in fact i would be more than happy to receive them
