n. n. n. (a ltd. series) masterlist
general masterlist
⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.1k
⋆˙⟡ reader: gender neutral; all inclusive. NO pronouns used to refer to reader (not even they/them)
⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+ explicit smut; MINORS DNI!!!! specific smut warnings for this chapter are located under the cut. also some angst on this one!!
⋆˙⟡ summary: ricky isn't at all jealous of his partner's costar. not one bit. and he's totally not using no nut november as a ruse to test their relationship...
⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight idiots make a bet amongst themselves to win no nut november. get ready for a very interesting month!
EXPLICIT SMUT WARNINGS: penetrative sex (reader is being penetrated, no specifics of anatomy); this one is angsty bc ricky is fun to write as a bit of a dick that redeems himself!!
ricky shakes his head as he watches gyuvin pace back and forth from the far side of the practice room to the door, over and over again. every so often, the lanky boy will stop dead in his tracks, inhale sharply, pause for a few moments in concerning silence as he looks up at the ceiling, and then continue pacing.
“why are you doing this to yourself, gyubinnie?” matthew asks with a laugh. “you’re obviously going out of your fucking mind.”
“because i’m not a loser like you,” gyuvin shoots back, laying one of his large hands on the door frame. he pauses again and then turns around, the speed of his pacing increasing slightly.
“alright, fuck off and die then,” matthew sulks, pulling out his phone.
“seriously though, how’s everyone doing?” gunwook asks, running a hand through his hair. “it can’t just be gyubinnie who’s starting to lose it.”
“i’m fine,” hanbin answers quickly. a little too quickly. ricky looks around to see if anyone else noticed, but no one seems to be paying all that much attention. “like i said originally, i have an abundance of self-control when it comes to these things.”
“mmmmhm,” taerae humphs disbelievingly.
“i don’t really think you’re in much of a position to say anything,” hanbin quips back in a huff.
“at least my partner’s satisfied,” taerae replies, tongue poking at his cheek.
“yeah? so is mine,” hao says, rolling his eyes. “you just couldn’t hold it together.”
“come on, cut him some slack,” jiwoong swoops in, putting a hand on taerae’s shoulder. “it was a big moment for him. could it have been bigger? sure. but he’ll get there.”
taerae frowns. “uh, hyung? are you helping me or patronizing me?”
“ah, ricky?” gunwook suddenly calls. ricky looks up from his lap to find the whole room staring at him. “you’re awfully quiet over there.”
ricky considers this and then nods. “not much to say.”
hanbin’s eyes widen. “what do you mean? has this all been easy for you?”
ricky shrugs. “no, but… it hasn’t been hard either.”
“hArd…” gyuvin sputters from the other side of the room, two hands colliding hard against the door. he takes a moment to gain his composure and then he starts pacing again.
“huh,” hao hums, brow furrowing together in consideration. “i guess you’re more disciplined than i thought you were.”
“how’s your partner handling all this?” jiwoong asks. “can’t imagine that part’s been all that easy.”
“it’s been fine, actually,” ricky answers nonchalantly again. “we’re on the same page. we’ve hung out a few times and it honestly feels like normal.”
“alright boys, break time’s over,” the choreographer announces as the door to the practice room swings open, knocking a very unaware and vulnerable gyuvin onto the floor. “back to work!”
–
it was another long day working on the drama you were currently filming. it’s a rom-com about a werewolf that has to work the night shift at a hospital. maybe not the most serious role you’d ever taken, but you were certainly having a blast. you and your costar and romantic lead, park jihoon, has become fast friends over the past few weeks and you were finding that you were really coming out of your shell on this set. you’d been hanging out with all of your costars more regularly and, since you were usually quite shy in work settings, this had been pretty meaningful progress for you.
you’d shared your excitement with your boyfriend around the end of october, but he hadn’t really responded the way you’d hoped he would. you figured he had a lot on his mind with zb1’s comeback date now set in sight.
“ricky? what did you want for dinner, babe?” you call from the kitchen as your boyfriend scrolls through social media wordlessly. he doesn’t answer you. you sigh heavily, grabbing both mugs of tea and bringing them over to the couch. you set them down on the table in front of you and then sit yourself down next to your boyfriend. you see now that his airpods are in. you raise your fingers to his right hear and gently remove the airpod. “dinner. what do you want?”
ricky snatches his airpod back, shrugging you off dismissively. “don’t care.”
you’d actually started to become used to this treatment over the past couple weeks. it didn’t even hurt your feelings anymore— it just pissed you off. when ricky had first told you about his stupid no nut november bet with his group members, you’d thought he was joking. the entire idea was wildly uncivilized and ricky usually prided himself on being a more refined man than the rest of the boys.
you were surprised when he told you that he wanted to win. it just wasn’t really like him to care about something seemingly so trivial like a bet. but there was something in his eyes when he’d said it— something hidden behind his words and you couldn’t quite figure it out, but you knew he’d already made his mind up.
and you decided to be supportive. you could keep it up for a month.
for him.
but when you’d agreed to play along with this bet, you’d agreed to not having sex with your boyfriend for a little while (or, to be precise, not making him cum). you hadn’t agreed to essentially nuking your previously perfect relationship with the most perfect man you’d ever met.
but it seems like that’s what happened anyway.
you’d thought about it way more than you’d liked to admit. were you not getting along anymore because sex was the only thing you had in common? was ricky just sick of dating you? was he waiting in hopes that you’d break up with him first? was there even a fucking bet in the first place?
you shouln’t be catastrophizing. you should just toughen up and ask him. but… you’re scared. if you finally say something, will this nightmare be over?
or will your relationship?
you lean back into the couch in frustration, pulling your phone out and finding a new message from jihoon. you open it, leaning to rest your head on ricky’s shoulder, and, when you do, he shifts away from you.
it might be unintentional. and it’s so simplistic. but an ache just radiates deep in the center of your chest.
you stand up quickly, walking into your room before your boyfriend can see you cry.
ricky looks over at the now vacant spot on the couch beside him, finding your phone in your place. it’s on, fully open on an imessage chat, that, when ricky leans in closer, he finds is with…
jihoon.
ricky’s sigh is more like a growl. whenever his name popped up as a notification on your screen, he had to consciously suppress his anger.
or really, his jealousy.
jihoon was a really nice guy. he was a great friend to you on set and was always respectful. maybe that’s why ricky was so jealous to begin with. he was afraid jihoon was just a little too nice.
ricky knows he shouldn’t, but he leans in just a little closer anyway. enough to see the last message jihoon sent you:
so ricky had been right all along. if he’d left you alone long enough with jihoon, you’d start wanting him instead. ricky had been hoping his hypothesis would be wrong, but his genius intuition unfortunately knew no bounds…
ricky grabs your phone from the couch before walking to your bedroom door and throwing it open. you look up at him in the darkness, only your mood lamp casting shadows about the room. he can’t see the tears staining your cheeks.
“do you like jihoon?” ricky asks suddenly.
“what?” you reply, stunned by his question. “what are you talking about?”
“do you like jihoon?” ricky repeats, a sigh of annoyance escaping him. “are you interested in him?”
“of—... of fucking course not!” you say in utter exasperation. “why would you even ask that!?”
ricky tosses your phone at you and it lands next to you on your bed. you pick it up, seeing the messages that jihoon had last sent you. you hadn’t even read them.
“are you fucking kidding me!?” you yell, throwing your phone on the carpet in anger. “you think i give a flying fuck about jihoon right now? i’ve been a little too upset by the love of my life treating me like a fucking leper this whole month.”
“you agreed to the bet—,” ricky starts to argue, but you cut him off.
“i agreed to the stupid fucking no nut november bet, ricky. i did not agree to cry myself to sleep every night because you suddenly want nothing to do with me!”
ricky’s eyes widen suddenly. “what? baby—... is that true?”
he takes a few steps toward you cautiously and, as he gets closer, the light must hit your face. he’s on his knees immediately in front of you, big hands on either side of your face as his thumbs wipe the wet streaks beneath your eyes.
“baby… (y/n),” he coos, using your name when you won’t look at him right away. “i—... fuck, this is all my fault.”
“who else’s fucking fault would it be?” you pout, eyes narrowed at your boyfriend.
“yours. i mean, i thought that you—...” ricky shakes his head in dismay. “i think i might've gotten... a little… jealous.”
one of your brows piques un confusion at his confession. “jealous? of what?”
“of—... of jihoon,” he admits, wincing in embarrassment. “i mean, of how close you are to him. you’re usually at least a little more distant with your male leads. and i’d never stop you from having friends. i'm really happy that you're becoming so confident. but i'm... maybe i'm not as confident as i thought i was. this whole bet thing is so stupid, but i guess—... i guess i kind of saw it as a way to test our relationship.”
“test our relationship?” you repeat.
“i sort of thought that maybe if you weren’t getting what you need from me,” ricky explains shamefully. “i’d find out for sure if you’d try to get it from somewhere else.”
you blink back at him in shock. “you thought—... you thought i was going to cheat on you!?”
“no! i mean… i didn’t know,” ricky replies, biting his lip. “i didn’t know if you would or not.”
“is that why you were being so cold to me, too?"
“i guess i was just kind of… mad at you,” he admits, taking your hand in his. “preemptively.”
“ricky, i’m not interested in jihoon,” you say plainly. “i’m interested in you. i’m in love with you. i want to spend every moment with you and i want you to be inside of me for most of them.”
ricky gulps at this and a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips.
“how could you ever think i wouldn’t want you?” you ask, leaning down to your boyfriend— lips hovering inches from his. “didn’t you literally tell me you were perfect when we first met? that i wouldn’t be able to resist you.”
“i’m a fucking liar, (y/n)” ricky whispers breathlessly, hands finding your waist and squeezing tight on either side. “i’m actually a pathetic wreck and i just say whatever the fuck i have to to convince myself i'm not.”
“no,” you say simply, connecting your lips with his in a slow, sensual kiss. “you’re perfect. and i’m quite literally unable to resist you.”
“fuck,” he says, leaning up to kiss you again. “fuck, i’m so sorry, baby.”
“i’m sure you are,” you nod in agreement. “but i’m curious… what were you gonna do when you walked in the room just now?”
“hm?” he asks, tilting his head sweetly.
“if i had said yes,” you clarify, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the nape of his neck. “or if i hadn’t said no. and you thought you were going to lose me. what were you gonna do?”
ricky looks at you, his breath shallow as you trace a finger down the pretty vein in his neck. “i was gonna fuck you until you got it through your thick fucking skull that you’re mine.”
“well you should’ve said that,” you say, undoing a button on his shirt. “i might’ve played along if i knew it was the only way to get you to fuck me.”
“played along?” ricky repeats, pulling you off your bed and into his lap. “you’d break my heart just to get off? maybe you are just a fucking whore.”
you can’t help but moan. you’d really missed this. and ricky was right.
you were just a whore. but he was missing one crucial detail…
“for you,” you say, grinding into him reflexively.
ricky growls in your ear, hands kneading at your ass. “hands and knees. now.”
you follow orders and fast, not wanting him to change his mind. you remove your shorts quickly and get on all fours, knees stinging from the chafe of the carpet. you don’t care.
“so obedient, hm?” ricky remarks positioning himself behind you. he grabs your ass, pulling you backwards— as close to you as he can possibly be without being inside you. you feel how hard he is against you and, no matter how badly you want him to cave, you need to ask.
“are you sure?” you ask as ricky takes off his pants and throws them to the side. his atypical lack of care for his clothes speaks for itself, but you need to make sure. “you could still win the bet if you want. another ten days would be nothing! we could—.”
ricky takes you in his arms, pulling your back flush against his chest— his hand around your neck as he holds you. the tip of his cock finds your entrance, teasing you as you whimper up at him over your shoulder. “i’m gonna fuck you. you’re gonna love it. and then i’m gonna paint you with my cum. got it?”
you nod rapidly. “got it.”
ricky sinks himself inside you. the angle is delicious and when he bottoms out, you already see stars.
“oh my god,” you cry, reaching for something to grab onto. ricky wraps his other arm around your waist to steady you and you latch on.
“fuck, i missed you so much,” he breathes, finding a good rhythm. “you feel fucking amazing.”
ricky puts up a good fight. you wouldn’t know he’s gone twenty days without cumming. you’re pretty sure he’s not even used to going one. he must be so pent up, he can’t even see straight. maybe that’s why he let himself get so in his head.
“i love you,” you whine after your orgasm, ricky’s fingers covered in your cum. he sticks them in your mouth and you suck obligingly. “just want you.”
“nobody else, right, baby?” he asks, hips starting to falter. “just me?”
“just you,” you answer, totally blissed out. “only you.”
“fuck, look at me, baby,” he says, adjusting himself so that your eyes can lock. he tilts your head to the side, kissing you deeply as his thruts grow more and more haphazard. “i love you. love—... love you so much, fuck…”
one more good thrust and he’s done— painting your insides with his cum just as he promised. you feel perfectly full and content.
you can’t help but giggle. “so… should we do this every november?”
being affectionate in public : zerobaseone (maknae line)
pairing — zerobaseone maknae line x reader
genre — fluff
「 kim gyuvin. 」
⤷ lives for pda. but when you initiate? he's over the moon. because he's the one initiating so often- usually by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him for an impromptu kiss- when you're the one doing it, it's much more shy. you're not opposed to pda, but when you're standing in line at your favorite cafe, with what feels like dozens of eyes on you, you never fail to fluster afterwards.
but not gyuvin, nope! it's his favorite thing in the world, after all. he's always patient as you shyly link your fingers together and bat your eyelashes up at him, knowing in a minute you'll work up the courage to give him a kiss. he loves seeing you bashful, and he loves your kisses. so he would happily wait the few extra seconds it takes you to go for it.
(even if when he initiates, he'll happily push you into the nearest wall and devour you until you forget you're in public).
「 park gunwook. 」
⤷ neither you or gunwook are ever aware of your surroundings. period. so everyone around you is pretty used to you whispering in each other's ears and giggling, or walking in on you kissing in the kitchen like it's not a very public and very shared space. it might have been annoying or even gross at first, but you make such a good couple that they get over it quickly. honestly, they learn to block it out, so it doesn't phase any of them anymore.
neither of you would feel the atmosphere shift, when all eyes were on the two of you, with your arms wrapped around each other, while you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. as far as you two were concerned, you were the only people in the world.
if you guys are standing around, he absolutely LOVES standing behind you and draping his arms over your shoulders.
「 han yujin. 」
⤷ he loves pda, but he tries not to cross too many lines when initiating it around other people. so he won’t totally kiss you in public. he tries to be cool and not all over you. he does have the habit of falling onto you when you’re laughing or he’ll find your hand under the table, playing lightly with your fingers. little things like that.
however, you're very affectionate in private, always tangled in each other, flirting and teasing, stealing kisses as much as you can. it’s just something about having other people watching makes you both shy as if your relationship was still new. but he doesn't let it ruin the sweet moment. if anyone was even looking, they would be sure that you were all his.
or more accurately, he was all yours, because the boy was absolute putty in your hands.
it was bright outside, the afternoon light was doing that thing where it made everything look soft like a haze. you were lying across the couch with gunwook and you were comfortable. your back was against his chest and his arms were wrapped around your waist. one of his hands was playing with your fingers while the other rested on your hip with his thumb drawing these lazy figure 8s against your shirt.
you noticed that he’d been quieter than usual today, it wasn’t in a bad way though. more like he was lost in his own little world. you could feel it in the way he kept nuzzling into your neck and then pulling back slightly like he was trying to work something out in his head.
“wookiee, you’re being weird,” you said finally as you turned your head to try and catch a glimpse of his handsome face.
“no i’m not.” he said but his voice had that tone. yk the one he got when he was definitely thinking about something and trying to figure out how to say it.
“you’ve been extra close cuddly for like an hour not that i mind. it’s just way more than usual.” you squeezed his hand and he responded by tightening his arms around you. “what’s going on in that head, hm?”
he was quiet for another second as his breath warm laid against your neck. “gyuvin sent a video to the group chat earlier.”
“okay…?”
“so, the was this little girl,” he started, his voice went gentle in a way that made your chest feel weird. “she was maybe three or four and was tiny. she was trying to sing one of our songs but she kept messing up the words. she was so confident about it though. like she was performing at tokyo dome or something. and she had all her stuffed animals lined up as her audience. then at the end she did this really deep bow and said thank you for coming.”
you smiled because you could already picture it. “yea that does sound adorable.”
“i watched it so many times.” he smiled at the thought of the video, his hand stopping its movements on you. just resting there now with his palm warm through your shirt. “i couldn’t stop thinking about it, y’know. what it would be like to have a daughter like that.”
your heart did multiple somersault inside your body, it began to race at where he was going to say next. butterflies blooming inside your stomach. “gunwook…”
“i just kept imagining it all day.” he said, the words came out quieter now. “during practice and in the car on the way here. where there would be this little girl who’d be ours. and we could teach her random stuff like how to kick a soccer ball or letting her stand on my feet while we dance silly around the living room.” his arms tightened around you and you could feel his heartbeat against your back. it was way faster than normal like he was anticipating something, like he was nervous.
“…then i kept thinking about coming home to both of you.” his voice cracked slightly on the words. “her running to the door yelling appa and just launching herself at me. and you’d be there too and it would just be. i don’t know. cozy and sweet to have something like that.”
your throat felt tight and hoarse at what he said. then you managed to say, “you’ve really been thinking about this a lot.”
“i can’t help it.” he admitted to you, turning his face so his nose brushed against your cheek. “that video just made it all feel so real. like i could actually picture it and see us with this tiny person who’d have the best parts of both of us.”
his hand found yours again as he laced your fingers together and holding on tight. “well i’d say it would be a give then that she’d definitely have you completely wrapped around her finger.” you said softly as your lips let out a smile.
gunwook laughed quietly. “no doubt. i wouldn’t even pretend to put up a fight.” then he went quiet again. you could practically feel him working up to say something. his body tensed slightly behind yours and his breathing changed entirely. “let’s have one.” the words came out so simple like he was suggesting getting takeout or watching a movie.
“what!?” you twisted in his arms to actually look at him. his eyes were bright and earnest behind that soft expression. gosh he was completely serious.
“let’s have a daughter.” he said again with his eyes seemingly sparkling at the words and a smile grew on his face. his hands moving to your waist to keep you facing him. “like now or maybe soon. i know we haven’t really planned anything but i just. i really want this with you.”
you stared at him trying to process the sudden left turn this lazy afternoon had taken. “gunwook you can’t just decide you want a baby because you saw one cute video.”
“it’s not just the video though.” he insisted, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “okay maybe the video was what really made me think about it. but i’ve wanted this for a while. i want that future with you.”
his eyes searched yours and you could see how much he really meant it. his thumb brushed across your cheekbone. “a little girl who we can love and teach things to and watch grow up. i want to be the one who teaches her everything and yeah maybe scares away boys when she’s older.”
“ok you are getting a little bit ahead of yourself.” but you were smiling despite the way your heart was racing. because looking at him now with that hopeful excited expression it was impossible not to get caught up in it at least slightly.
“can you maybe just think about it.” he said pulling you back against his chest and wrapping his arms around you again. “that’s all i’m asking. just think about us and about having a tiny human who’s half you and half me.”
you settled back against him. your mind spinning but your chest feeling strangely warm. “you really want a daughter don’t you.”
“yes i do, very badly.” he admitted without hesitation his voice soft against your ear. “i want her to have your eyes. and i want to learn how to braid her hair even though i’d probably be terrible at it.”
his fingers traced patterns on your back now. “we’d have to actually sit down and plan though. like really thoroughly talk about it.”
“i know.” he agreed readily. “we can talk about it as much as you need to. i just needed you to know that i want this with you. for whenever you’re ready.”
you turned your head to look up at him. he was already watching you with those warm brown eyes of his. he looked completely open and vulnerable, he definitely had a bad case of baby fever. “you saw one video of a cute kid and fell apart.”
he grinned unashamedly. “yes. that little girl destroyed me. inside out. she was wearing this tiny dress with flowers on it and her hair was in these little pigtails.” his expression went soft again. “i just kept thinking about our daughter. what she’d look like.”
“wow…you sure do have baby fever. it’s ridiculous.”
“no. i am just ridiculously ready to be a girl dad.” he countered. his arm tightening around you. “come on just imagine it for a second. her room with whatever color she wants. and filled with books, toys and those little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. thenn she’s coming home on hard days and she’d tell me about school. who she played with and what she had for snack.”
his voice had gone dreamy again as he continued. “then we could make cookies together on holidays and letting her decorate them even though she’d use way too much frosting. then for her birthday parties and all her little friends.”
you felt your chest tighten at how clearly he’d imagined all of this. “one daughter.” you said finally. softly. “with your smile and your big heart.”
gunwook’s arms tightened around you. his face pressing into your hair. “she would be the cutest daughter in the entire world. no doubt.” his voice was muffled but you could hear the smile in it. “you thinking about it? for real?”
“hmmm, maybe.” you admitted. “you made it sound pretty nice.”
“pretty nice?” he repeated, mockingly offended. “i just painted the most beautiful picture of our future daughter and you say it’s just pretty nice.”
“okay it was very nice.”
“ok that’s much better.” he settled back down as he pulled you closer. “so that’s a maybe? are we at maybe?”
“we’re at the we’ll talk about it seriously later level.”
“i’ll take it.” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “but just so you know i’m gonna be thinking about this constantly now. i’m gonna start looking at baby names.”
“gunwook.”
“and tiny shoes. have you seen baby shoes? they’re so small.” his voice was full of wonder.
you laughed against his chest. feeling the rumble of his own quiet laughter. “omg, you’re still going?!”
“leave me alone… i’m so ready” he mumbled back ignoring you’re shock at his continuous response with fantasizing about his future daughter. his hand moving to rest on your stomach. it was just resting there warmly. “our daughter will be so loved.”
and wrapped up in his arms with his heartbeat steady beneath your ear you let yourself imagine it too. just for a moment. a little girl with his smile and your determination. tiny hands and bright eyes. “yeah.” you said softly. “she really will be.”
gunwook made a satisfied sound. his body relaxing completely. “can we take a nap now? all this future planning is exhausting.”
“but we didn’t plan anything.”
“it was all the thinking and emotional labor.” he mumbled. already sounding half asleep. “wake me up later so we can look at baby names together.”
“you’re serious about that?”
“i’m completely serious.” his words were getting slower and muc sleepier. “im gonna be the best girl dad ever. just you wait.”
genres: fluff, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort. no warnings. sung hanbin x reader.
a/n: this is um... extremely self indulgent. I'm very homesick rn and i just needed some comfort lol. a hug from binnie would solve all my problems ngl.
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You snuggled into the arms wrapped around you, savouring the warmth you had been craving all week.
"Pat my head, please."
Hanbin chuckled at your words, his hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair softly, patting you gently while whispering.
"You missed me that much?"
You nodded slowly against his neck, relaxing under his touch, the weight of week finally lifting. "It was so hard."
His eyes softened at your words, his heart aching a little at the vulnerability in your tone, instinctively pulling you closer.
"I hated it. Being away from here, being away from you..." You muttered, tears pricking your eyes at the thought of it.
You weren't used to staying away from home. Even as a kid, you were always surrounded by your parents and loved ones, the idea of being away from them only filled you with dread.
Yet, as you grew up, it became inevitable. You learned to cope, to hide your feelings, but...
That didn't mean it hurt any less.
He knew it too.
"I know." He muttered, his eyes soft as he brushed your hair aside to plant a kiss on your forehead. "But you did it. I'm so proud of you."
You felt his hands cup your face, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even noticed had fallen.
He then smiled at you, a simple gesture but it was enough to make your heart swoon. "It's okay now, I'm here. I got you."
You nodded, burying your face into his neck, letting the tears fall free, not from sadness but from a sense of peace and contentment, calming down as you took in the familiar scent. The scent of him...
𝄢. ty 🫧 anon for requesting!! this was so fun to write ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
being an idol was tiring. multiple dance practices every day that were hours long, having to go to music shows and performing, making sure your vocals are good enough for live performances: it was exhausting.
but if that’s what you had to do to meet gunwook, it was all worth it at the end of the day.
no one knows you and gunwook are together – not the fans, not even the other members. with both of you becoming more famous, and schedules becoming more packed, moments with one another are rare. but your favourite ritual? escaping the dorms to stargaze with gunwook. it was just you and him. no cameras, no pressure to be perfect, just each other.
more under the cut!
you’re waiting for him by a parked car, making sure to stay out of any lights just in case. the buzz from your phone that was stuffed in your pocket tells you that he’s close by, and you start hearing the familiar shuffling of feet walking on the pavement.
“hey,” a voice, gunwook’s, says, making you turn around.
he’s wearing a hoodie and a cap, the one you got him for his birthday. a small smile is on his face, but there isn’t one on yours.
for the past few months, you’ve been scared about your relationship. it wasn’t doubt that gunwook loved you, you’re sure he does, but the fear that it would tarnish his and your image. everyone knew how much of a sensitive topic dating is in the industry, and you two, despite being loved by fans, weren’t exempt from it. no one was.
“you know we shouldn’t be sneaking off like this, gunwook.” instead of a smile, a pout is playing on your lips.
gunwook doesn’t misinterpret what you’re trying to say, he quietly laughs it off, pulling you into a hug.
“it’ll be okay, y/n.” one hand is running through your hair, and the other is holding your waist, keeping you close. “c’mon, we both have to get back soon.” he says, ushering you to put down the blanket and lay beside him.
the night air is cool, but not cold. it’s just enough to make you lean a little closer to gunwook as you both lie on the blanket, staring up at the sky. the city is far away now, out of sight, out of mind.
gunwook points up. “that star’s the same one we saw last time. remember? the one you said looked like it was winking at you?”
you hum, lips curving slightly. “i think you’re just obsessed with the idea of stars flirting with me, wook.”
“they better not be,” he says, mock serious. “i’ve got enough competition as is.”
you turn your head to look at him. “like?”
he meets your gaze, grinning. “the sky. it’s pretty tonight, but not as pretty as you.”
you roll your eyes, but your heart reveals yourself with the way it skips. “that’s such a terrible line.”
“yeah,” he says, still smiling. “but it made you laugh, didn’t it?”
you shake your head and shift onto your side, resting on your arm. gunwook stays on his back, one hand behind his head, the other still loosely tangled with yours. it’s always like this when you’re together; casual and soft, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. because with gunwook, nothing else matters.
but tonight, your chest feels heavy.
“gunwook,” you say quietly. “don’t you ever get tired of hiding?”
he doesn’t answer right away. you feel his fingers tighten around yours slightly, just enough to let you know he heard you.
“i do,” he finally says, voice lower now. “all the time, y/n.”
you stare at his face, even though it’s dark and you can barely see any of his features. “so why don’t we stop?”
another pause.
“because the moment someone finds out, it won’t just be about us anymore,” he says. “it’ll be about rumors, and headlines, and comments from people who don’t know a single thing about what we have.”
you swallow, but your throat’s dry. “i know. i just… i hate feeling like i’m something you have to keep secret.”
gunwook turns his head then, eyes finding yours even in the dark. “i’m not trying to keep us hidden, i’m just not ready for everyone to pick us apart.”
you blink, startled by the certainty in his voice.
“i think about you all the time,” he says. “during practice, after shows, when i’m pretending to sleep so the others won’t bug me – i’m always thinking about you, y/n.”
your chest tightens, warmth blooming and hurting at the same time.
“i don’t want to keep us quiet forever,” he continues. “but right now, this is how i protect you. us.”
you nod, even though part of you still aches. you understand, of course you do. but it doesn’t make it easier.
still, when gunwook reaches out and brushes your hair back, thumb grazing your cheek so gently you barely feel it, the ache softens.
“come here,” he murmurs, taking his hand out from behind his head to hold you.
you scoot closer, resting your head on his chest. his heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, making you sure of his confidence.
neither of you speak for a while, just taking in each other's embrace before you have to go back to being idols – keeping your distance from one another, pretending you don’t know every small detail about each other.
you barely spent an hour with gunwook, it was only thirty five minutes, really, but it felt like an eternity with him, like the sky stayed dark just for you two. but the end had to come.
his phone buzzes. time’s up.
gunwook takes out his phone, checking the time. he shows you the screen; 3:10am. “let’s go,” he says, waiting for you to get up before he does.
he helps you pack up the blanket before pulling you into another hug. it’s much tighter than before, like he doesn’t want you to go.
“i’m gonna miss you, y/n.” his bottom lip slightly jutting out.
and though you already did, you couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“i’m not going anywhere, wook.” you take his face in your hands, holding it as you kiss him.
your lips are soft against his, and he melts into the kiss like it’s second nature, like he’s been waiting all day for this exact moment, and maybe he has.
he doesn’t rush it. there’s no urgency, no frantic pulling closer. just his hands slipping around your waist and the quiet way his thumb brushes against your side like he’s memorizing it.
when you pull away, his hands remain on your waist and the same smile you fell in love with on his face.
“i love you, y/n.” his voice is low, but the dim street lights show you that he’s smiling.
“i love you too, gunwook.”
the both of you head towards the dorms, no more words are spoken between you two for the night.
it didn’t matter that the world didn’t know. right here, with his arms around you and the stars above, everything felt right.
g fluff, fluff and more fluff ! did i mention fluff ??
warnings you'll get a cavity from the sheer sweetness of this fic, also barely proofread heh.... ― wc : 638
pairing : hanbin x fem! reader
hachu notes : FIRST POST AHHHH ! ever since zb1 spilt that has been SUCH drought of fics/authors going inactive and i think i've read almost all of zumblr fics and i need MORE,,, this is me fixing my own problem hehe T_T
✧ bf! hanbin who would treat you like an absoulte princess and wouldnt let you lift a finger around him. Opening doors for you, flowers every date, texting back promptly, and prioritizing your comfort over really anyone.
✧ bf! hanbin, who sometimes knows you better than you do. He knows when you're exhausted beyond measure and just need a simple, relaxing night full of cuddles and whispering comforting nothings.
✧ bf! hanbin who lets you be the ultimate passenger princess, everybody knows that the front passenger seat is yours and yours only. He'd definitely allow you to decorate the sun visor with either your guys' initials or a Polaroid of y'all, etc. He'd also make sure either your lip gloss or another of your trinkets is on the dashboard to send a message to everyone he's taken.
✧ bf! hanbin who is a mix of motherly and husbandly in the way he takes such gentle care of you. He'd carefully guide you down the street and the sidewalk rule! He always makes sure you are comfortable in any environment and will gladly leave with you if you are uncomfortable, even if you protest.
✧ bf! hanbin, whose family adores you, they think you are the best thing to happen to hanbin. His sister already views you as her SIL; his mom insists you call her mom. His dad respects your dreams and takes you like a proper DIL. It also goes the other way ! Your parents adore him and occasionally forget you're their child ! Both parents can see how gentle and loving the relationship you guys have built is, and are rooting for you two.
✧ bf! hanbin who emphasises communication within the relationship, he doesnt want thier to be any underlying resentment towards each other. He also cerntianly doesnt want the both of yall to "sleep" on an argument, he wants its resolved quickly and maturely.
✧ bf! hanbin whos fatal flaw is his complete loyalty to you and only you. Sure, he'll be poilet to other women but dont get it mixed up everyone will know hes a taken LOYAL man.
✧ bf!hanbin whos proectiveness shows in watching your drink while you go to the bathroom, or keep his hand on your waist or the small of your back when walking through large crowds. Its Its subtle but youll never ever feel or be unsafe around him
✧ bf!hanbin who'd absoulte love for you to come to the dance studio with him to watch and support him learning new choreogrpahy and teaching you too. He's the type to teach you the dance and come from behind to fix your position only to tease you with feather kisses on the neck and collarbone.
✧ bf! hanbin who would gladly get any signed album of any group at your request but would become sulky if you fangirl too hard for another group or member (esp if its hao T_T)
✧ bf! hanbin whod your biggest supporter, you supported his dream of becoming an idols and expresing him self so its only right in his mind that he returns what you gave to him. He tries to not miss a big event/celebration and if he has too…? trust he will make it up 10x better.
✧ bf!hanbin who would never make you feel like your not the #1 person in his life, you are hs future. He can only every imagine speanding the rest of his life with you. You've supported his dreams and hes supported yours, breaking up is never something that he thinks of even in the middle of an argument.
✧ bf! hanbin who signed up to handle all of you and is more than willing to learn and grow together. Hes not afraid to love loudly and proudly. You are each other forevers ♡
Final notes: pls pls enjoy this; i plan to have more work coming soon. Dont be afraid to leave constructive criticism, compliments, etc. in the comments!
