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Hongjoong WIP

Summary: Hongjoong is an average broke college student who starts sugarbabying as a way to make quick cash. Everything is going fine until he needs up with a mysterious sugar momma who he gets a little too attached to.

Genre: Yandere ish Hongjoong, lowkey toxic Hongjoong, Toxic reader lowkey, sugar baby Hongjoong x Sugar mama!black!reader, subish Hongjoong x femdom reader, toxic/darkish romance

CW: Smut, Oral(f receiving), blood, attempted murder, weird and unhealthy relationship dynamics, lying, cursing, cheating (it’s a misunderstanding) both of these bitches are crazy they deserve each other, drinking, dubcon, dom and sub dynamics

A/N: I’ve been meaning to work on this since forever, but imma just put some of it out there and see how the streets react.

Hongjoong dresses himself in a simple black button-up and slacks. He tells his roommate Seonghwa to check his phone in case he needs an emergency pick-up.

“I still don’t see why you’re so paranoid,” Wooyoung jokes from his spot on the floor of their dorm.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes. Fucking loafer.

“I mean, you have this beautiful woman who's willing to pay for everything? You think she’ll bundy you? Leave your bones on the side of the road?” He quips as he sprawls himself out, nuzzling his head to on Seonghwa’s resting thigh on the couch like a lazy cat.

Hongjoong quickly adds to the banter, “Yes, I’m so scared I’ll get murdered and have to leave your annoying, freeloading self homeless.” Wooyoung snickers.

“Besides, you never know what can happen, it's good to be cautious.”

Seonghwa lazily nods.

M.X: Hey 😊

M.X: I’m outside whenever you’re ready!

Hongjoong mutters down to his phone, “Speak of the devil..”

“Alright, I’m heading out! Seonghwa, check your phone. Wooyoung, sit still.”

Wooyoung sticks his tongue at Hongjoong as the sharply dressed man exits the dorm.

Spotting the limo, he sees you outside, shivering from the slight cold the wind brings.

Somehow you also seem to spot him, even from the high placement of his dorm. You give him a wave and a smile.

At this point, you feel more than real.

✮ ming ✮

✮ ming ! 18, they/she, afro-asian-latina ✮

✮ masterlist ✮

✮i will (try to) post on weekend’s (maybe on monday’s too)✮

✮ this blog is a safe space for all readers ! especially black readers✮

soooonnn i PROMISE i won’t do yall like normani and rihanna 🫡

lazy day with hongjoong

paring: bf! hongjoong and gn ! black reader

(no pronouns were used !)

warnings: flufff !! cussing (slightly 😭) gender neutral pet names (baby, pretty one, angel) hongjoong being clingy (is that really a problem tho ?)

plot: you and your boyfriend just being all cutesy !

wc: 816 (chile..)

12:35 pm

you and your boyfriend were in your shared apartment laying in bed as he had his face in your neck giving you little soft kisses. you two were in matching red and black plaid pajamas, currently watching modern family, occasionally dozing off.

“you are definitely cameron.” you said giggling while looking at hongjoong. he dramatically gasped. “i am NOT cameron !” he said with a little pout on his face which made your giggles turn into full blown laughter. “see ! you’re acting like cameron !” you exclaimed in between laughter.

hongjoong tried to keep the pout on his face but then started laughing himself. “you’re not funny-“ “then why are you laughing ?” you said poking his nose which caused him to scrunch his nose. you cupped his face and placed a little peck on his lips.

“okay i’m sorry joongie.” he smiled then pouted instantly. “gimmie another one.” he said pouting at you and knowing him he’d keep pouting then turn away until you kissed him. you kissed him again and he smiled then laid his head back down.

you two went back to watching the show and your stomach growled. “we should get something to eat” he said while picking his head up. “what do you want joongie ?” you asked. “chicken ! we should get it delivered too !” he said turning over and getting his phone.

“we could literally go to the kitchen and cook-“

“baby… you literally burned RAMEN.”

“you didn’t remind me to put water in it !”

“how the fuck do you forget to put water in it !”

“….just order the damn chicken.”

after 15 minutes you heard a knock on the door and hongjoong looked at you. “not it !” “not i- DAMN IT ! how do talk so fast !” you groaned getting up and walking out of y’all’s room and to the door and greeted the delivery driver and thanked them as they handed you the food, you took the chicken and headed back into the room. you sat the food on the bed then sat down next to your boyfriend.

“here you go baby.” you said feeding him some of the chicken. “thank you angel.” he said smiling at you as he started eating. and after a few minutes you both finished the chicken and put all the empty containers in the trash.

after that you both layed back down and got back into the same position. you laying facing hongjoong, and him with having is face in your neck. he placed little soft kisses on your neck and up to ear.

“i love you.” he whispered in your ear, sending a warm tingling feeling down your spine. “i love you too joongie.” you said turning to face him and kissing him.

hongjoong layed back down then kissed your hand. “i’m glad i have you.” he said getting comfortable again. “i’m glad i have you too baby.” you responded kissing his head. “you’re really pretty. my pretty angel.” he said giggling which made you giggle at him.

he yawned and mumbled into your neck. “sleepy” he said as he tried to push his face deeper into your neck. “then go to sleep baby” you responded as played with his split dyed hair oreo.

“do you think about our future ?” hongjoong asked. “yes baby i do. all the time.” you responded, it was true, you pictured your wedding with him

“do you ?” hongjoong asked snapping you out of your thoughts. you looked at him in confusion. “what ?” you asked. “i asked if you ever wanted to have kids one day.”

that question shocked you. you did picture having kids but you were scared to bring it up.

“why ? i’d love to have kids with you one day ?” he questioned tilting his head. “was i speaking out loud again ?” you asked him.

“yes, now why didn’t you want to bring it up ?” he questioned once more. you sighed deeply. “i just didn’t think i would make a good parent joong.” you said quietly. hongjoong looked up at you. “you’re going to be an amazing parent angel. i promise.”

“if we have a girl can we name her hongmi-“

“boy go to sleep !”

masterlist !

rules !

boy groups

ateez

hongjoong

lazy days

stray kids

p1harmony

enhypen

jay

love between

txt

beomgyu

cologne song

p1harmony

girl groups

twice

itzy

le sserafim

aespa

heated. ateez au

⭑ summary: your team only had one rule and that was to never kidnap a civilian. wooyoung, jongho, mingi, and yunho find themselves narrowly escaping death after you find out that they broke said rule.

or, in which things take a turn for the worse when four men kidnap a civilian and they have to face the consequences.

⭑ pairing: ateez (ot8) x black female!reader

⭑ warnings/tags: cursing, gang au, reader is leader/boss of the gang, kidnapping, angst, mentions of murder, gets funny and crack-ish towards the end, ???? to crush, mingi acts as san’s wingman

⭑ notes: i worked on this in my notes app on and off for like a week or so. i did proofread this, but there may still be mistakes don’t kill me please. feel free to leave your thoughts and enjoy! xx

TO SAY THAT you were going to be pissed was an understatement.

what would usually be a noisy car ride back home was now eerily quiet. no one had uttered a word since they had gotten in the car and started the dreaded hour long drive. you often praised the boys for their kind hearted nature despite their jobs and how intense could be at times. they were the water to your fire; the yin to your yang. years of friendship, loyalty, and working with together proved that.

maybe that’s why tonight they had done what was the unthinkable and kept telling themselves that it would be okay. they hoped that the soft spot you had for all of them would override any anger that you may have towards them. it was total bullshit of course, but for the next hour they chose to believe it.

san was completely unaware of the heavy tension in the car. after all, his hands were tied and he had been ordered to stay quiet. his head was swimming with a million and one thoughts. how did he go from handing out bags full of books to customers to being sandwiched between two men who hadn’t said anything past “be quiet” to him? san wanted to kick and scream, do anything that could possibly get him out of this situation, but he couldn’t.

he was terrified to say the least.

san took a look around the car. aside from the two men he was in between, there were two more upfront. one was driving and the other was in the passenger seat. he didn’t know either of their names, but he supposed that it wasn’t important. there was a good chance that he was going to die soon anyways. out of his peripheral vision, he could see the man on his right’s jaw clench and unclench every couple of seconds. that couldn’t mean anything good. san gulped a little before turning his attention to the man seated on the other side of him.

unlike the man on the right, he seemed to be lost in thought. he kept alternating between picking at his fingers and running them through his already messy black hair. the car slowly came to a stop just as the light changed from yellow to red. the man in the driver’s seat was the first to break the silence.

“she’s going to fucking kill us.”

“thanks for stating the obvious, yunho,” the man in the passenger seat said in a sarcastic tone. “anything else you wanna mention? maybe tell us how she’s going to skin us alive?”

“or shoot us in the head instead” the man to san’s left chimed in.

yunho let out a frustrated sigh as the light turned green. as the four men began to converse with one another, san couldn’t help but feel awkward. it’s like he was invisible to them. which sort of made sense seeing as how he didn’t know the four of them and vice versa. plus, he had been kidnapped for fuck sakes. of course they were going to ignore his presence.

san watched as the four men bickered with one another and threw out insults every now and then, eventually figuring out who was who. mingi was on his right, wooyoung was on his left, yunho was the one who was driving, and jongho was in the passenger seat.

the four men’s looks didn’t go unnoticed by san either. all of them were very attractive to say the least and san couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing in a gang. mingi alone looked like he was straight out of an issue of vogue.

with a jawline like that he can make some lucky brand millions. shit, all four of them can if they wanted to, san thought to himself.

“what excuse are we going to come up with anyways? you guys got any ideas?” wooyoung asked, cutting through san’s thoughts.

upon hearing his question, the others fell silent.

truth be told, none of them had really thought that far. as dumb as it sounded, they were kind of banking on years of friendship to get them through this mess. but deep down they knew that it wasn’t going to work.

kidnapping civilians wasn’t you guys’s thing—at all. and everyone on the team knew that. it was always advised against and avoided as much as possible. kidnapping civilians meant that you guys had an extra person (or people) to be responsible for which also meant that there was going to be more problems for everyone involved which also meant that shit was most likely going to go south.

and they knew this. all four of them knew this yet they still decided to take san with them and shove him into their car.

in other words, they were fucked.

“so, um,” san awkwardly cleared his throat as he began to speak. “when are you guys going to let me go? i’d like it if you guys would let me go back home in one piece, please.”

“we can’t.” jongho answered immediately as he met san’s curious gaze in the rear view mirror.

san furrowed his eyebrows, clearly not understanding what jongho had said. “what do you mean that you can’t? you just said that you’re going to get in trouble for taking– i mean, kidnapping me. wouldn’t letting me go make things easier?”

“contrary to what you may think, that would actually fuck things up even more,” mingi said. “if we let you go now there’s a chance that you’re going to go to the police and tell them everything and we can’t have that happening.”

“i won’t go to the police. i promise.”

“you were a witness to a violent shoot out, kidnapped by the four of us, and you know what all of us look like.”

san opened his mouth to rebuttal, but mingi held his hand up as he continued, “you’re also an employee where this entire thing took place. even if you don’t go to the police, they’re going to come to you and there’s no guarantee that you’re going to say quiet.”

“if you’re saying that i’m going to crack under pressure or something then i won’t” san said almost a little too confidently.

mingi rolled his eyes and sighed. “the police in seoul don’t give a shit about whether or not you won’t crack under pressure. they’re going to make you talk whether you like it or not.”

at that, san hummed in response.

mingi was right. he’s never had a brush with the law before, but he knew enough to know there was some truth to what mingi was saying. the police in seoul were known for being ruthless and corrupt. even if san did decide to stay quiet, he knew that it wouldn’t do him any favors. someone was bound to get whatever answer they wanted out of him by any means necessary.

“so… what? you’re just going to drive around with me or something?” san asked to no one in particular.

“no,” yunho said as he came to another stop light. he took a slight pause before he continued. “we’re taking you to our boss.”

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑

as soon as san stepped through the elevator doors, he heard someone lowly whistle. he looked forward to see a somewhat short, pink haired man staring at him and the others with a disappointed look on his face.

“you guys are fucked,” he chuckled. his gaze lingered on san for a few seconds longer before he turned on his heel and began walking towards the kitchen. “so, so fucked.”

mingi loudly sighed and mumbled something under his breath that san couldn’t quite catch. he was too busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was standing in someone’s very expensive and very well furnished penthouse.

he’d never felt so poor in his entire life.

as wooyoung pushed him along to the living room, san couldn’t help but feel like he was in some magazine. from the floors to the carefully placed art pieces on the walls to the giant television that sat on the wall, everything felt so rich and so opulent. he’d never seen anything like it.

once they had reached the massive living space, wooyoung pushed san onto one of the two couches and told him to wait. san opened his mouth to say something, but wooyoung was already wandering off somewhere else.

meanwhile in the kitchen, yunho was telling his pink haired friend how everything in the last two hours had went down. by the time he was finished, the man was staring at him in disbelief. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“i don’t know, yunho… i don’t think that she’s going to let this slide. on top of that, you brought him to her house of all places” hongjoong said with a raise of his eyebrow.

“i know,” yunho groaned. “but i didn’t know where else to take him. plus i figured that she should see him for herself.”

“why? so she can kill him, too?”

yunho gave his friend a pointed look. “she’s not going to kill him. or us. i think.”

“you think? yeah, you guys are definitely fucked. do you prefer cremation or open casket?”

“oh, fuck you.”

hongjoong laughed as he took a swig of his drink then said, “i know you want to, babe. what time should i be over at yours?”

“you cheeky son of a bitch” yunho laughed as he took a sip of his own drink.

hongjoong smiled as if to say ‘that’s me’ before he started to do a sweep over of the place. just as he was about to focus his attention back on yunho, he spotted a familiar figure entering the room. he cleared his throat and placed his drink on the counter before raising his voice a little to say,

“hey, boss.”

at those words, the room came to a halt. all eyes were on you as you made eye contact with a visibly tense and frightened san. nervously, he stood up and slightly bowed his head towards you. he had no idea what he was supposed to do, but if you were truly the boss like yunho said you were then he was going to act accordingly. after all, you were standing between death and him living to see another day.

you held eye contact with san for what seemed like forever before gesturing for yunho, wooyoung, jongho, and mingi to come forward. you walked over to the couch opposite from the one san had been occupying and sat down. you leaned back and rested one of your arms on the back of the couch. the casualness of your form was a stark contrast to the obvious anger that was radiating off of your body.

all four men stood in front of you and it was clear from how they were avoiding making eye contact that something was wrong. san, much like hongjoong, looked on in curiosity. he didn’t know any of these men personally, but how they acted in the car an hour ago was a far cry to how they were acting now. they looked scared, terrified even, and you hadn’t even said anything to them yet.

“what happened?” you asked, an eerily calmness to your voice.

“we ran into an… issue so to speak during our mission,” yunho answered. “we weren’t exactly sure what to do seeing as how there’s a chance that san might go to the police. so we brought him here.”

“an issue? what was the issue? because to me, it seems like the issue is still present.”

yunho opened his mouth to respond, but jongho beat him to it and began to explain what happened just a few hours earlier. it was evident to everyone, jongho included, that you were not pleased with what you were hearing. the tick of your jaw and the angry look on your face was more than enough to make jongho falter in his words a few times and make everyone in the room tense up. when you looked to wooyoung and mingi for answers, all you got was silence in return. neither of them wanted to say anything out of fear of further angering you.

your eyes flickered between the four men and san. you let out a deep sigh and shook your head before you started to laugh. it was the type of laugh that completely void of any humor—one that they (and anyone who crossed you) had heard one too many times to count.

“i asked you to do one fucking thing. and not only do you go against my orders, you also have the audacity to bring this shit to my doorstep,” there was an edge to your voice as you spoke. “and what, you expected me to pat you on the back and say that it’s okay? that you did a good job? do you have any idea what you four have done?”

“boss, we didn’t mean to cause any problems on purpose. please, if you allow us to—” wooyoung’s words were cut off almost instantly.

since he was standing only a few feet away from you, it took you all of five seconds to walk towards him and wrap your hand around his throat in a tight grip. wooyoung’s hands immediately flew up to grab your arm, but he made no move to remove your hand. your head tilted to the side as you watched him start to struggle to breathe. your grip tightened as you brought your face close to his and continued to speak.

“do you really think that i give a fuck about what you have to say to me right now? huh?”

“n-no, boss. i’m sorry.”

“i should put a bullet right in between your fucking eyes. all five of you.”

“b-boss, please,” wooyoung choked out. “we didn’t mean to c-cause any harm. he didn’t deserve to get h-hurt.”

you let out a breathy laugh and squeezed his neck even tighter. “whatever fate he was going to face would have been ten times better than what he’s about to face right now. did you really think that bringing him here was going to go well?”

this time, you glanced at the other three who were anxiously watching the scene unfold in front of them. this was not how they had expected things to go. they knew that you would be angry, but this was beyond that; you were furious.

“yeosang.”

at the sound of his name being called, the long haired man quietly walked towards you and placed a gun in your now open palm. without hesitation, you held it right up to the side of wooyoung’s head. his eyes widened and he gripped your arm tightly, almost as if he was trying to get you to not pull the trigger.

from the corner of your eye, you could see mingi step forward, mouth opened and ready to speak. but with one look from you, he froze in his steps. hongjoong, jongho, and yunho on the other hand continued to look on in fear. in all their years of working with you they’d never seen you this angry before. the boys had their fair share of fuck ups, sure, but it’s never gotten to this point before.

this type of energy was usually reserved for those who crossed you—not for them and especially not for wooyoung.

although no one said it out loud, they were all wondering the same thing: were you really going to kill wooyoung over a mistake like this?

fuck it, hongjoong thought to himself before he finally spoke up. “this is too far, boss. i don’t think that you should do this.”

you gritted your teeth before replying, “i didn’t ask for your opinion, kim. keep your fucking mouth shut.”

“no,” hongjoong said with a slight raise of his voice. “you’re about to make a mistake. i know that they fucked up, but would you really go as far as killing wooyoung? one of your own?”

hongjoong’s question hung in the air as the room fell silent once more. everyone waited with baited breath for your response.

to the others, it didn’t seem like you’d be backing down. your incredibly tight grip around wooyoung’s throat never loosened and your gun remained in the same place, finger lightly pressed against the trigger. it felt like any second now that their friend’s blood and brains were going to decorate your floors and walls.

but that’s when wooyoung saw it.

he saw the way your body tensed up immediately at hongjoong’s words and how the look on your face began to falter. he saw how the look in your eyes changed from pure anger to regret or something awfully close to it. and he definitely saw how you were contemplating hongjoong’s words and perhaps your actions, too altogether.

and even though he could hardly breathe and tears were forming in his eyes at the thought of being so close to death, wooyoung knew.

and you knew that he knew.

you held his gaze for a few seconds longer before you released him from your grip. wooyoung immediately fell to floor coughing and trying to take in deep breaths. hongjoong immediately rushed over to make sure that he was okay as mingi, yunho, and jongho breathed out a sigh of relief. mingi glanced over at san who had been watching the entire time from a mere few feet away.

he stood there frozen in place, eyes never leaving your form and mingi suddenly found himself feeling bad for the man. in just two hours, his life had been turned completely upside down and he almost witnessed someone dying in front of him. mingi then briefly wondered what his fate was going to be. he secretly hoped that he would live to see another day.

just as he began to move towards san, you grabbed him by his wrist and stopped him.

in a low tone, you said, “i’ll arrange for seonghwa to take san home. the four of you are going to stay here tonight. we’re not done yet.”

you let his wrist go then stepped past him and muttered something in yeosang’s ear. he nodded before you placed the gun back in his hand and disappeared down the hallway, presumably back to your room.

mingi let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding before he made his way over to san.

“hey,” he said, snapping san out of his thoughts. “it looks like you can go home now. someone is going to come and get you.”

san blinked incredulously. “someone’s taking me home? i can go home?”

mingi nodded in response.

relieved, san blew out a breath and rubbed his hands over his face. seeing that they were still bound together, mingi began to untie the rope. it took no longer than ten seconds to do so since the knot wasn’t tied too tightly.

“so,” san said as he rubbed at his wrists. “does this mean that she won’t kill me? or is someone going to finish the job later on?”

mingi awkwardly rubbed the side of his neck, unsure of what to say. “i don’t know. if she didn’t kill wooyoung then… maybe she won’t kill you either.”

“good. it’d be a damn shame if i died before we could go on our date.”

mingi looked at san in disbelief. there’s no way that he heard that right.

did he?

“i’m sorry, what? what do you mean by dat–“

“i think that your boss is hot,” san said rather bluntly. “and even though she scares the fuck out of me and nearly killed someone, i have to admit that a part of me liked seeing her like that.”

“you liked seeing her… like that? you do know that you were her next target, right?”

“yeah, but now i’m not. which means that i can ask her out. do you know what places she likes going to by any chance?”

“you can’t afford them anyways so it makes no sense telling you. but, are you– you’re being serious right now? you want to date her? after all of that?”

“yes.”

“your positive? absolutely sure?”

“yes. of course i am.”

“jesus fucking christ…” mingi mumbled before he groaned out loud.

he did not get paid enough for this shit.

(that was a lie. he gets paid more than enough actually).

“san? let’s go!” mingi heard seonghwa call out from across the room. he briefly turned around to give the older man a smile, which he returned, before turning back to san.

san gave mingi a smile before he leaned in and said, “i’ll leave my number with seonghwa is it? yeah. text me her number and stuff when you get the chance to.”

“are you fucking stu–“ mingi began to ask, but his words fell on deaf ears as san walked away from him.

he watched as the two men exchanged a few words before they walked towards the elevator together. mingi couldn’t help but crack a smile. san was bold. way too bold for his own good, but he had to admit that it was impressive to see.

and in some weird way, he wanted to see how things would play out. a part of him felt like it was going to end horribly, but the other part of him felt like maybe some good could come out of the situation.

“good luck, san…” mingi mumbled to himself. “you’re gonna need it.”

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑

TWO WEEKS LATER

“i’ll see you tomorrow!” san called out to his coworker.

pushing through the bookstore’s double glass doors, san breathed in the crisp spring air. his shift was finally over and he couldn’t be any happier. as he fished his car keys out of his pocket, he went through his notifications that had piled up throughout the day.

as he swiped away a few emails and promotional offers from one of the many food apps that he had, his phone buzzed with a new text notification. he glanced at the message and tilted his head in confusion at the mysterious person’s number written in bold letters followed by a hey.

he hummed and opened the notification before he started to type out a response. a new message came in a few seconds later, this time with a number and a name attached.

04-xxxx-xxxx

hey

04-xxxx-xxxx

i still think that it’s a bad idea but my boss’s number is 01-xxxx-xxxx. oh and this is mingi btw

san

how do i know that you aren’t setting me up?

mingi

you already did that to yourself when you decided to crush on my boss of all people

good luck dummy

try not to die btw. i don’t get paid extra for cleaning up your remains

and then there were nine. series masterlist

⭑ summary: having eight (sort of) roommates/best friends was somehow the best and worst decision of your life. you wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

alternatively, a roommate series that revolves around nine best friends going through the ups and downs of living with one another and being twenty-something year olds.

⭑ pairing: ateez (ot8) x black female!reader

⭑ warnings/tags: roommate / best friends au, cursing (lots of it), established friend group, slice of life, mentions of masturbation, mentions of periods, reader has a name, the boys are sort of idiots, reader is the princess of the group, everyone lives together (sort of), accidental arson??, outta pocket shit gets said, jongho and yunho’s parents are loaded, mentions of sex, reader has a platonic relationship with the boys and vice versa

⭑ notes: as mentioned in the tags, i’ve given the reader a name which is jia. i felt like repeatedly saying y/n would get old fast especially in a series like this. despite the reader having a name, this is still a self insert fic! although if you want to use your name instead of the one given then you’re free to do so. also, you don’t have to read this series in order. you can read each chapter as a stand alone if you’d like (: masterlist will be updated as the series goes on!

LIST OF ROOMIES!

as aforementioned, there are nine characters in this series. since it’s a roommate au, they’re going to be living with one another, but not in the same household. their living situation will be explained throughout the series, but here is the list of roomies/how the households are divided up.

⭑ apartment one: hongjoong, wooyoung, jia

⭑ apartment two: yunho, yeosang, san

⭑ apartment three: jongho, mingi, seonghwa

CHAPTERS!

⭑ (de)tangled

in which you, hongjoong, and wooyoung (damn near) fail at doing your braids at home

(de)tangled. ateez au

⭑ summary: unable to a set an appointment with your favorite braider, your roommates decide to step in and help. the problem, though? the three of you had absolutely no idea how to braid—at all.

or, in which you, hongjoong, and wooyoung (damn near) fail at doing your braids at home.

⭑ pairing: kim hongjoong x jung wooyoung x choi san x black female!reader

⭑ warnings/tags: cursing, lots of confusion, questionable hair parting skills, joong and woo bickering, use of nicknames (“ji” and “mama”), play fighting

⭑ notes: in light of me stressing over getting my braids done, i decided to write something a little light hearted and funny about the boys trying to help reader do her braids. i also thought that this would be a cute way to kick off the series? idk but i hope that you guys enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! x

and then there were nine series masterlist

YOU ALWAYS PRIDED yourself on being able to figure things out relatively quickly especially when it came to others. it’s how you ended up becoming the unofficial mom of the group a couple of years ago. the boys, and just about anybody who knew you, knew that they could always depend on you to come up with a solution.

when it came to yourself, however, things were… different.

it was like all of your problem solving skills went out of the window and your body became riddled with anxiety. you didn’t know what to do when it came to solving your own problems. sure, you could ask someone else for help, but why would you want to run the risk of being looked at as stupid or incompetent? it was a silly thing to worry about, yes, but you couldn’t help it.

if anyone was going to come up with a solution to your problems it was going to be you—plain and simple.

however, your current problem was starting to feel more and more like something you couldn’t do by yourself. as you stared at the pieces of braiding hair strewn out in front of you, you wondered why you thought that this would be a good idea. while you knew how to manage your natural hair and do a couple of plaits or twists whenever it was necessary, you were by no means a braider.

that was something reserved for either your mom or your braiding lady who you had been loyal to for the last four years. speaking of said woman, she was the reason why you were in this mess to begin with. she was booked solid for the next few weeks which meant that any plans to get your hair done was basically thrown out of the window.

you were desperate, though, and instead of finding someone else to do it and risking your hair being botched you decided to do it yourself. you now recognized that in theory this sounded like a good idea. you felt so confident as you picked out your hair color and browsed the hair beads section in the beauty supply. you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face as the cashier rang your items up and you thought about how cute your hair was going to look.

but that was in theory.

in reality, you were a confused mess standing in the middle of your room clutching your phone in one hand and a comb in the other. you didn’t have the slightest clue where to begin and it was stressful to say the least. just as you began typing something in tiktok’s search bar, you heard a knock at your bedroom door followed by hongjoong saying your name in a sing song kind of tone.

“jia, babe, have you seen my— oh. what’s, um… what’s going on here?” hongjoong asked.

you peaked up at him with a fake smile and held your comb up as you said, “nothing. just getting ready to do my hair.”

hongjoong raised an eyebrow in confusion. “okay… so what’s with all of the pieces of hair on your bed? and why is your hair still up?”

“because i’m just getting started.”

“by looking at your phone all anxious and whatnot?”

“ugh. okay, fine,” you sighed. “i don’t know what i’m doing, joong. i thought that doing my own braids was going to be easy, but i completely underestimated things.”

“do you need some help?” hongjoong asked.

you opened your mouth to say no, but then you hesitated. now really wasn’t the time to be picky and deny any help that was offered to you. because again, braiding your hair wasn’t your forte. and if you could get an extra pair of hands to get the job done then so be it.

you nodded in response and watched as hongjoong smiled at you before loudly calling wooyoung’s name. it took a few seconds, but soon your other roommate was popping his head into your door frame and asking, “what’s up? everything okay?”

“yeah, but are you busy right now? jia needs our help doing her hair” hongjoong explained.

“no, no, i’m not doing anything right now,” wooyoung smiled. “however, i’ve never done hair before so i’m not sure how this is going to turn out…”

“don’t worry. i have a bunch of tutorials in a little playlist i created and we have all the supplies that we’ll need,” you said half reassuringly. you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. “so we should be okay.”

right?

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑

you guys were in fact not okay.

twenty minutes later, the three of you found yourselves situated in front of your mirror trying to follow along a hair parting video you found on youtube. the video was pretty straightforward to you, but the same couldn’t be said for wooyoung and hongjoong. where wooyoung was confused about how big to make the parts, hongjoong was confused as to why so many were needed in the first place.

“the more parts, the more braids, joongie,” you tried to explain, but to no avail.

hongjoong scrunched up his face in confusion as he said, “yeah, but, like… won’t it be too much hair? and will parting your hair hurt?”

“why would it hurt, hongjoong?” wooyoung huffed out with an eye roll. “clearly jia’s hair has been parted before and it’s never hurt her. are you stupid?”

“you don’t know even know how to part her hair to begin with!”

“neither do you, fuck face!”

“oh, fuck yo—”

“okay!” you said loudly as you paused the video. “clearly this is getting out of hand. how about one of you work on pre parting my hair for now? what do you say, wooyoung?”

at the mention of his name, wooyoung started to nervously laugh. he wanted to say no so, so bad, but he couldn’t. he had such a big soft spot for you that saying no felt like it was impossible. hell, he doesn’t even think that he’s ever told you no before and he wasn’t about to start now.

so with a nod of determination, he positioned himself behind you, comb in hand. your hair had already been blow dried and taken out of the messy ponytail that you had it in earlier. all that was left now was for your hair to be parted then braided.

“ready, woo?” you asked.

he gave a thumbs up.

“ready.”

hongjoong watched as his (clearly nervous) friend began to part your hair. for a minute, it felt like things were going well. wooyoung had managed to part a straight line across for the first row before starting on the square parts. everything seemed fine until hongjoong realized that the squares were all different sizes.

he stifled a giggle as he looked away, not wanting to draw attention to himself. but you had noticed and asked what he was laughing at.

“nothing, babes,” hongjoong replied. “just looking at woo’s, um… squares is all.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “why’d you say it like that?”

“like what?”

“you know. like something was wrong with the squares or something.”

“pfft, no. there’s nothing wrong with the squares…”

“okay, good.”

“…except for the the fact that they’re different sizes and look goofy from this angle. but aside from that, everything’s fine.”

“what?!” you screeched out, immediately twisting your neck to try and see what wooyoung was doing.

“i thought that i was doing a good job! they look fine to me, ji, i swear—” wooyoung tried to explain.

you wanted to believe him.

you really, really did, but one glimpse of the back of your head told you otherwise. you sighed and told wooyoung and hongjoong to switch. if hongjoong was just as nervous to part your hair he didn’t show it. you sat still as you felt the end of your rat tail comb glide through your hair once more.

you couldn’t see it, but hongjoong had somewhat managed to fix wooyoung’s square partings. once everything looked okay to him, he moved on to start making the second row of squares. wooyoung had been standing beside him watching closely the entire time without saying a word. once again, it started to feel like some progress was being made. if hongjoong could just get through parting your hair then—

“your parting is ugly as shit, joong.”

hongjoong threw wooyoung a nasty glare before he glanced at you in the mirror and gave you a very unconvincing smile.

“he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, jia. the parting looks great! woo’s just being a fucking hater” hongjoong stated, but you didn’t miss the way that his voice faltered at the end. that was all that you needed to shoo him away and twist and turn your neck in the mirror once more to see the damage.

okay, so maybe wooyoung was right—hongjoong’s parting was definitely on the weird looking side. you couldn’t deny it no matter how hard you wanted to.

you sighed for what seemed like the nth time that day. if you guys couldn’t even get the parting right, then there was no telling what the actual braiding process was going to be like.

you started to weigh your options.

on one hand, you could forego the entire thing and style your natural hair for the next few weeks instead. there were quite a few styles that you had been meaning to try on pinterest anyways and your hair was finally long enough for some of them. the only downside was your lack of patience and sort of laziness when it came to doing your hair. a cute slick backed hairstyle that was meant for two days could easily turn into a three week old, caked up gel mess on your head.

on the other hand, you could continue to go through with the braiding process. you had more than enough hands to help and your best friends didn’t seem to mind redoing anything for the sake of wanting your hair to look good. plus, you had more than enough tutorials on deck for practically every part of the braiding process. the downside, though? you were taking a huge risk with your hair being botched—the one thing that you had been trying to avoid this entire time. as much as you loved your best friends, they weren’t experienced braiders and it would (most likely) show.

in other words, you were fucked.

sort of.

kind of.

you groaned in frustration before you spun around in your seat to face wooyoung and hongjoong. you looked up at them, eyebrows furrowed as you said, “guys, i don’t think that this is working.”

“you think?” wooyoung immediately deadpanned.

hongjoong gave him a nasty glare before he nudged him rather painfully in his side. he ignored wooyoung’s whines for help as he asked you, “what do you want to do then? should we keep going or…?”

you shrugged in response.

hongjoong hummed as he started to wrack his brain for a solution. it had become apparent to him over the last hour or so that the three of you were not cut out to braid hair whatsoever. the whole thing was a bad idea from the jump and hongjoong knew that. but he was so desperate to help you out that he was willing to ignore the possibility of the whole thing falling apart.

now, though, as he stared at the uneven parts in your hair and the frustrated look on your face, he felt bad—awful even. there had to be a way to fix things. you guys couldn’t give up just yet.

“what if—” hongjoong started only to be cut off.

“san. we should ask san.” wooyoung interjected.

“what? san?” you said in a confused tone.

“yeah, san,” wooyoung said with a shake of his head. “he has a little more experience with braiding hair and could probably follow the videos better than we can.”

you chewed at your bottom lip as you thought the sudden suggestion over. you had no idea how wooyoung even knew that san could braid hair in the first place, but you weren’t in a position to really question it. either you agreed to ask for his help or you called it a day and stuck to hiding your hair under a bonnet for the next few weeks.

“okay,” you agreed. “call sannie and ask, but you better not be lying to me, woo. or else i’ll beat your ass.”

“so will i!” hongjoong chimed in.

“but you just hit me! what the fuck, joong,” wooyoung complained as his fingers started to fly across his dimly lit screen. just as he finished sending the text and was about to lock his phone, he saw the three little bubbles pop up. they disappeared for a second before wooyoung’s phone buzzed with san’s response.

sanieee 🕺

LMFAOOO of course you two dumbasses messed up

tell ji i’ll be up in a few 😁

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seven hours.

it had taken you and san (with occasional help from wooyoung and hongjoong) seven hours to braid your hair with an additional twenty minutes spent adding beads at the end. that part would have taken less time, but hongjoong had no idea how to add them and kept dropping the beads every five seconds.

by the time you guys had finished both braiding and beading your hair, your fingers and arms were in pain. san was pretty sure that his fingers had gotten cramped up and you had a feeling that you’d be finding braiding hair and beads in odd places for the next few days.

the boys watched as you kept turning in the mirror to see your hair, the grin on your face growing wider with each turn. you swung your small, long pink and red braids from side to side as you took a quick ten second video of yourself. you tilted your phone down slightly and zoomed in a little on the clear and black beads that adorned the ends of your hair. simply put, your hair was fucking stunning.

you took a few more videos and pictures before you finally set your phone down to work on your edges. as you rummaged through your drawer for your edge brush, you caught san’s gaze in the mirror. just as you were about to thank him for the millionth time in a row, you suddenly remembered what wooyoung had said earlier.

“he has a little more experience with braiding hair and could probably follow the instructions better than us.”

dipping your brush into the half empty jar of edge control, you called out san’s name. he tore his gaze away from hongjoong to look at you as he answered, “yes, ji?”

“a little birdy here tells me that apparently you,” you started as you pointed your edge brush in his direction. “know how to braid hair. i’ve known you for how many years now and i’m just now finding out about this?”

“oh. um…” san ran a hand through his hair as he laughed, slightly taken aback by your question. beside him, wooyoung and hongjoong were watching you two and giggling like two little kids.

“well, i wouldn’t say that i know how to braid. i only know how to do plaits and stuff, you know? basic shit” he said.

you turned around to face him and raised your eyebrows in disbelief.

“you just braided my entire head and you gon’ sit up here and tell me that you only know how to do ‘plaits’? and ‘basic shit’?” you questioned, not entirely convinced by his answer.

“but it’s true though?” san said with a a shrug of his shoulders. “and to be fair, i was just following along and being patient. braiding isn’t that hard to do.”

“okay, now you’re just being a show off, dude” hongjoong muttered with a roll of his eyes.

you barely managed to stifle your giggles as san suddenly shoved hongjoong, causing him to fall off of your bed and land on the floor with a loud thud. it took all of five seconds for hongjoong to get back up and lunge at san. you watched as the two men rolled around your bed play fighting with one another and messing up your neatly spread bed in the process.

you shook your head and turned back to your mirror to finish doing your edges. you could hear wooyoung in the background repeatedly yelling out “fight! fight!” and hongjoong and san giggling loudly. as you finished fixing your baby hairs and putting your things back, you couldn’t help but stare at all three of them in your mirror’s reflection and smile.

you didn’t realize how long you had been smiling and looking at them, though until wooyoung asked in a teasing tone, “uh oh. what’s got you smiling so hard, mama?”

“you guys, duh. although,” you squinted your eyes at them a little. “you look like a bunch of idiots right now play fighting on my bed and stuff.”

“yeah, but we’re your idiots and you love us, so…” wooyoung joked with a toothy grin as he dragged out the ‘o.’

you rolled your eyes at him with a dramatic sigh, but you didn’t disagree.

“of course i do. i’ll always love you guys. forever?”

“and always, mama.”

Mingi helping his S/o take her hair down

this is definitely long awaited! inspired by this ask by @frgogh here on tumblr!

It was about 5 in the afternoon and you were sitting on the couch literal seconds away from tears. You had a head full of braids to take down and you were probably only a quarter of the way done. The rat tail comb long forgotten as you mindlessly unraveled braid after braid.

You had not a clue in the world how long you've been sitting here in the couch but you knew it had been a long time. "Are you okay" you relax at the sound of the voice you loved the most. Your boyfriend. You look up at him, frustration clear on your face. "I'm not okay" you sigh. He sits down on the couch next to you pulling you close. "Is it okay if I help?" He asks. Your body instantly perked up at the idea. "You really want to help!?" You smile. He blinks at you a few times not understanding your instant burst of excitement. He nods his head before responding. "If it has you this stressed i'll gladly help" He places a gently kiss to your forehead. It took everything in you not to attack him right then and there.

You both find a more comfortable hair-taking-down position and get to work. You first started off by showing him how to unravel the hai, after a few braids he finally got the concept down. His hands were so gentle on your scalp as if he were scared to hurt you. It was rare that you let him just touch your hair and he knew to respect your boundaries, but you letting him help you with such a tedious task made him smile. He's glad he can help you and ease the stress that taking down this style has brought you.

Now that you had help the process didn't take nearly as long and you got to have an intimate moment with your lover. "Thank you so much baby" you couldn't stop smiling. You ended up placing about a million kisses all over his face as a thank you. He didn't mind helping one bit though. He even offered to help you wash your hair and prep for your next style which you gladly agreed too. He was so eager to learn about your hair and how to care for it and he was glad you were eager to teach him!

i missed you nympho-nim😭😭 where else am i gonna get my atz x black reader fic fix?!?!!

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wooyoung x black!fem!reader

wrote this bc i just got my nails done and because i’ve been neglecting y’all (work and life been kicking my ass) hope you enjoy! 🩷

wooyoung who surprises you with a trip to your nail tech.

wooyoung who sits in the pink chair in the corner of her shop with your telfar (that he bought) in his lap while you get your nails done.

wooyoung who holds your freshly manicured hand in his on the walk to the car.

wooyoung who takes you home and doesn’t waste any time getting you to wrap your french tips around his dick and suck him off.

wooyoung who hisses when your fresh nails dig into his thighs when you gag around him.

wooyoung who has you on your back screaming with your nails running down his back leaving angry red marks behind.

wooyoung who cums inside you and makes you keep it inside after he finishes with you.

wooyoung who falls asleep next to you while you run your nails through his scalp.

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Yunho wrapping his hands around your neck ><

HANDS

pairing: yunho x gn!reader warnings: nsfw under the cut, fingering, breath play wrd cnt: 480 author's note: idk why but i took so long to write this my bad, anyway here's a small blurb ^^ thank u 4 the request bb taglist: @hyukssunflower @cqndiedcherries @ad0rechuu lmk if you want 2 be in my permanent taglist masterlist

in the delightful months since you and yunho began your relationship, it's evident that you both have fallen head over heels for each other. the affectionate connection between you is undeniable, and yunho finds himself utterly captivated by your presence. your smile, like a magnet, pulls his gaze irresistibly towards you. with every passing moment, he becomes more attuned to your every small gesture and endearing antics, noticing each special detail.

detail that doesn't go unnoticed like your admiration for yunho's hands. he's well aware of the allure they possess, drawing attention from the opposite sex. yet, it brings a gratifying sense of validation when he catches your lingering gaze on his hands. you know what else is super cute? when you grab his big hands with your own and trace those delicate veins while he's busy playing video games or talking with friends.

naturally, yunho's first instinct is to playfully tease you. he enjoys placing deliberate, gentle touches on your face, letting his fingers trail softly on your cheeks or play with your hands, twirling the rings you wear. he adores how your breath hitches every time he does this. he's not shy about tracing the shell of your ear when he tucks your hair back or using his rough thumb to outline your bottom lip when he wants to draw your attention to his big brown eyes. this time though, he lets his hand play with the hair at your nape and you accidentally let out a whimper when his hand cradles your neck. both of you are taken aback, staring at each other in surprise. you feel a bit embarrassed by the sound that escaped your lips.

in one instant, his hand skillfully finds itself your panties, drawing weak whimpers from you as he plunges two fingers deep in your walls. pupils blown wide as he stares at the way your neck instinctively arches, exposing it to him to do as he pleases, granting him full control. with a firm grip on your neck, he presses his digits a little more into the skin, cooing at you when he feels you try to swallow. you just feel so small and so fragile underneath, and he berates himself internally for not trying this sooner.

"so pretty," he lets out, his thoughts slipping from his lips, "such a pretty sight for me, you like it when i choke you mmh?"

you don't have to answer him, the clenching he feels around his fingers is enough to let him know that, yes you love his hand around your neck. your body betraying you, you only nod against his warm hand as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. but yunho slows down, his fingers around your neck loosening their grip, now gently caressing your skin instead of pressing.

"do you want to breathe or do you want to cum"

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You're running as fast as you can, feeling your heart pound in your chest. But no matter how hard you try, it's like your lungs just can't grab enough air. You're on the verge of collapsing, but you fight against it because you know that if you do, the creature chasing you will catch up. You try to move quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention from the zombies, the one trailing behind you is more than enough to handle.

You swiftly dart into an alley, the chill hitting you as you slide under a beat-up Ford, hoping the zombie isn't clever enough to figure out how to wriggle in and grab you. With your palms pressed against your mouth, you stifle your sobs, stealing glances as the zombie's body lunges violently at the car, its desperate cries and growls piercing the air as it searches for you.

You remain there, tears streaming down the sides of your temples, praying that it doesn't locate you. It feels like hours, but it's probably only been a few minutes, before the creature loses interest and sets off to hunt down another victim elsewhere.

You shut your eyes, allowing the tears to trickle down your cheeks, relishing this brief respite. You know better than to venture out of your hiding spot now; it would be a foolish move. The zombie might still be lurking nearby, and you're utterly spent, devoid of the energy to flee once more. Your legs feel distant, except for the persistent throbbing in your thighs. Glancing to the side, you catch sight of a distant silhouette at the mouth of the alley. Your lip quivers as you pray it's not another monster. You focus on steadying your breath, doing your utmost not to draw any attention, until the walkie-talkie strapped to your waist crackles to life, Wooyoung's voice inquiring about your whereabouts and whether you were able to secure the meds you sought.

Frantically, you fumble with the device, attempting to silence it, smash it, anything to no avail, as the zombie has already caught wind of the noise. A searing shriek escapes you as it homes in on your position with alarming speed. Fear overwhelms you, making it impossible to stifle your cries as you try to scramble away from the relentless advance of the oncoming undead.

You cry as you try to move but the zombie is already there, having ran so fast, it fell, which conveniently helped it get to you easier. You struggle against the relentless grip of the zombie, which had managed to reach you despite its fall. A piercing shriek escapes your lips as its bloodied hand seizes your boot, refusing to release its hold, overpowering your feeble attempts to break free. The creature's ghastly appearance sends shivers down your spine, its face a distorted mask of veins snaking through its cheeks to its pitch-black eyes. Smudges of blood and shreds of flesh cling to its decaying teeth, intensifying the nausea already roiling within you.

With a horrifying tug, it secures its grip on your ankle, your skin brushing against its own causing you to cry out even louder, the mere thought of a scratch sealing your fate—infected. The monster echoes your cries with its own guttural growls, hauling you closer with an inhuman force. You resign yourself to the belief that this is the end, that you will meet your demise here. It's over. You're dead.

Yet, just as despair settles in, something yanks the zombie by its legs, pulling it out from beneath the car. In a fleeting moment, you witness a knife thrusting into the creature's skull.

Through your tear-blurred vision, you spot Wooyoung kneeling before you, frantically scanning beneath the car, his disheveled appearance adding an unexpected allure. Specks of blood dot his face, his tousled hair falling across his eyes, a glistening sheen of sweat adorning his flushed cheeks. You sob uncontrollably as he tugs you into his embrace, pulling you out from your hiding place.

As you collapse into his lap, your tears dampening the nape of his neck, he holds you tightly, his broad palm cradling your head, drawing you nearer to him, while his other arm encircles your waist. He sways gently, murmuring reassurances about how you're okay and safe, about how he's not going to let anything hurt you, about how he's sorry, about how he should've been next to you and vows to never leave your side again.

His whispered words of comfort soothe your racing heart, calming the storm within you as you cling to him, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace, the assurance of his protective presence.

He eases you back slightly, his gaze fixated on your face as his hands tenderly sweep away the disheveled strands, tucking them behind your ears to better take in your features. Lowering his head to yours, his forehead presses gently against yours, your breaths mingling in the stillness, the world around you fading into the background as you share a moment of intimacy amidst the desolation of the city.

Guiding your chin with a gentle touch, he guides your lips to meet his in a languid kiss, his tongue delicately tracing the outline of your chapped lips, coaxing you to open them. You allow his tongue to slip past, a gentle dance commencing as it caresses yours, each movement tender and deliberate, creating a rhythm that speaks of both longing and relief. This delicate exchange continues, a cherished connection that speaks volumes in its simplicity and depth.

As you both part, Wooyoung helps you to your feet, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before leading you deeper into the city, glock in hand, toward the refuge of a random apartment, your own little sanctuary.

"Let's go pretty girl, I found some canned peaches, we're gonna eat good tonight"

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[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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"Let's go pretty girl, I found some canned peaches, we're gonna eat good tonight"

The sound of footsteps echoed through the ruined streets of the city, broken by the occasional shriek and howl of the undead as they roamed aimlessly. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie orange glow on everything it touched, highlighting the dust that had collected.

You nod silently, allowing Wooyoung to lead you back into the zombie-infested city, your heart still pounding in your chest from the encounter. His words offer a small distraction, and you cling to them as you follow him, taking comfort in his presence.

As you walk, Wooyoung keeps a watchful eye around him, glock in hand, ready to defend at a moment's notice. You manage a small tired smile, grateful.

The journey to the apartment feels like an eternity, as if time itself has slowed down to a crawl in the face of the horror surrounding you. But finally, after what feels like hours, you reach the building, and Wooyoung leads you to a ground-floor apartment.

As you approach the portal, you feel a familiar sense of relief wash over you. You know you're safe for now, at least for as long as Wooyoung is by your side. You enter the apartment, and he locks the door vigilantly, knowing it is the only thing between you and what lurks outside.

Inside, the apartment is dark and dusty, everything covered in a thin layer of grime. Wooyoung sets down his bag and begins rummaging through it, pulling out cans of peaches and a few other items he's gathered.

You take a seat on the worn couch, a soft sigh leaving your mouth. Wooyoung turns on a small, battery-powered lamp, casting a muted light on the room. He begins to fix a simple meal of canned peaches and other rations, placing the food on a certainly-not-sanitary plate.

He hands you a can opener, and you can't help but notice his hands shaking slightly. Despite your situation, you feel a pang of worry for him; he's fighting his own battle even as he tries to keep you safe. You reach out to grab his hand instead of the can opener and drop a small kiss on his knuckle, a silent way to thank him.

With Wooyoung's help, you manage to open the can of peaches, and he scoops the contents onto a plate. He serves you first, offering the food with a gentleness that belies the harsh circumstances.

“Come sit next to me,” you mumble, a shy look on your face. You don't like how he's sitting on the floor, feeling bad for his tired body.

As you take your second bite, he joins you, sitting next to you, silent for the most part, but his eyes never leave you. Once he's done with his part of the meal, he manages to pull you on his lap, nuzzling his face in your neck. You can sense the weight of his responsibility, and it makes your heart ache for him.

"Wooyoung," you whisper, your voice barely audible against the backdrop of the isolation.

He hums in response, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers interwoven with yours, grounding you in the grim reality that lies beyond the dimly lit room. You feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath you; a comforting rhythm that soothes your anxiety.

"I...," Your sentence trails off unfinished, but he seems to understand, pressing a reassuring kiss to your hairline. You feel like a burden.

"Sshh," he murmurs, his voice no louder than a whisper. "You don't need to say anything." Feeling the vibrations of his voice against your ear, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. For a moment, there is silence. The only sounds are of your synchronized breathing and the faint rustle of cloth as Wooyoung tightens his hold on you.

"I'm grateful," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Grateful I found you." You turn slightly to look at him, your eyes locking onto his. You can see a glint of something in his deep brown eyes. Vulnerability? No, it was more than that. It was love.

His confession hangs in the air like a well-spun web, delicate and intricate. A few moments pass before you respond, bringing up a hand to gently brush away a loose strand from his face.

"I'm grateful too..." you murmur back, meeting his intense gaze with a sincere one of your own, "more than you know."

Wooyoung's full lips, slightly parted and glistening, gently press against yours. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed and full of tenderness. His lips are warm and slightly salty, the taste of the peaches lingering on your tongue. The soft sound of his breath as he kisses you, the slight smack of his lips, all combine to the quiet hum of contentment coming from deep in his throat.

The taste of him overwhelms your senses, locking your attention solely on him, and you find yourself lost in the affection. You offer no resistance as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer into his embrace.

As you lean back, his grip tightens and he lets out a low moan of protest. Unable to let you go, he pulls you towards him, his lips moving against yours with a near aggressive drive.

Half-lidded eyes meet yours and in them, you see your own feelings mirrored back at you — raw, profound, and endless,

“I love you.”

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“if we ever made a porn video, what do you think the title would be?” you asked your unsuspecting boyfriend, seonghwa, while you both laid in bed.

the dark haired man stopped scrolling on his phone to look directly at you. the look he gave you was nothing short of shock and utter confusion.

“what’s your issue?” he asked

“answer my question first,” you pouted at him.

“do you just say whatever comes into that pretty little head of yours?” seonghwa asked before reaching his hand over to softly massage your scalp. although he already knew the answer was yes.

you ignored him, “i think it would be something like…” you trailed as you pondered and then the epiphany came. “hot ebony gets railed by big dicked asian man.”

seonghwa’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment at your filthy words even though you were the only two people in your shared bedroom. he’d be lying if he said those same words didn’t have his dick hardening in his pants though.

“or maybe it would even say like, ‘black girl gets creampied by a fat dick’!”

all the blood that should’ve been pumping to his brain was going straight to his dick. he bit his lip as he imagined putting you on all fours and fucking his cum into your pussy until neither of you could take anymore. so he decided to play along and indulge in your nonsense, just this once.

“maybe it would say, ‘pretty slut gets her holes filled’. or maybe ‘pretty slut gets fucked dumb’.”

“i think i like yours better,” you said with a nod.

“good,” seonghwa began. he leaned up to kiss you before whispering, “now i’m gonna do everything we talked about, would you like that?”

this is so deeply unserious but sometimes being ridiculous is good for the soul! i hope you enjoy this silly ass short.

“cock or dick?” you asked wooyoung whilst you both were in the kitchen. you were leaned against the island and he was preparing food for dinner.

he stopped chopping, “what?” he asked looking away from the cutting board at you.

“do you prefer calling it a cock or a dick?”

“you’re asking me what i prefer to call my penis?” he asked in disbelief and all you did was nod at him. “i don’t know i guess i haven’t really thought about it.”

“you usually say dick when we’re fucking,” you acknowledged. “like you’ll say ‘take this dick’ or something like ‘does my dick feel good?’ but you say cock too sometimes!”

wooyoung was dumbfounded. he laid the knife down on the cutting board and folded his arms over his chest.

you continued, “cock is such a harsh word. i don’t like it personally. but i like when you say it because with your accent it doesn’t sound as harsh. dick sounds better, more appealing, ya know?”

“why do you always have to be so weird, sweetheart?” wooyoung asked you with a laugh. “but i like calling it a dick more. like ‘come here and suck my dick’.”

his words made a shiver run down your spine. you almost hoped he didn’t notice the way you’d gotten quiet but of course he did. you’re his baby. so of course he took advantage. he walked closer to you and hooked his index finger beneath your chin.

“you’re shy now?” he asked you. he was staring at you so intensely that you had to look away but he used the hand that was already on your chin to turn your head back toward him. “you weren’t shy when you were using those words.”

“i was just curious,” you told him.

“well how about i put my dick in that pretty pussy so i can cure your curiosity?”

this is how you fall in love | Mingi ff

Mingi x fem! tomboy blk reader

INTRO CHAPTER HERE

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

More details: you are a tomboy who doesn't have luck with dating boys because they saw you as one of the boys. You are too boyish for them to find cute. And when you tried to be girly it seemed forced. You have a crush on this guy named Yunho who couldn't bother to call you by the correct name. And then there was the boy you didn't like, Mingi and the feeling was mutual.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a slice of life romance, teenagers daily life's. Angst and fluff, and rocky relationship with parent.

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Taking Ateez x fem! blk reader request.

I don't write smut sorry.

ATEEZ WITH THEIR S/O NEEDING TO WEAR GLASSES.

Requested: how would the members act with a s/o needs to wear glasses especially when they have to drive but they don't.

A/N: so I added some cute little moments. I hope you don't mind. (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Yeosang: yeosong helped you pick out a frame. He couldn't stop telling you how cute you were going to look with the glasses. But he does have to remind you to wear your glass when you first get them. Especially when you're going to be driving. “I can see without them.” You would say a dozen times. And Yeosang would say, “You sure about that? Like I value my life a little too much, just put on your glasses Y/n, please.”

Jongho: it took him a couple of days to get used to you wearing glasses. To him, you look like a different person with your glass on. He would playfully joke with you whenever you tried to him kiss. “Ma'am, I have a girlfriend. Please control yourself.” He would say. And when you took off your glasses. He would act all surprised, saying, “Y/n! There was this strange girl trying to kiss me!” then when driving with Jongho he noticed you aren't wearing your glasses and he freaked out a bit saying “Y/n, don't you need your glasses to drive?” and you would say, “I do...but I can totally see without them.” and then hit a curb.

San: If you fell asleep with your glasses on, San would carefully remove them. And if you leave your glasses somewhere, he would bring them to you reminding you that you needed to wear them. You aren't used to wearing glasses just yet, so oftentimes you wouldn't have them on, especially when you know you would be driving for the day. “Your glasses Y/n.” He had grabbed them before leaving out the apartment. “I don't need them.” You would say. And San would look at you with a questionable look. “Put them on. I don't need you hitting anything or anyone.”

Seonghwa: When you did anything without your glasses, Seonghwa would put your glasses on your face. He would stress the importance of you wearing your glasses. “They are to help you see, so you need to wear them, Y/n.” he would say. Then when it came to driving, Seonghwa mostly drove because at the time you couldn't see well without glasses, but when you finally got glasses, you wanted to drive again. “Glasses, where are they?” he would ask you. “My bag.” you would say. Seonghwa digs into your bag and takes out the eyeglass case and puts your glasses on you. “We don't need an accident, Y/n.”

Hongjoong: He liked you with glasses even if you didn't like them on you. Hongjoong even bought you a couple of cute chains for your glasses. That way, you could style your glasses with your outfits. He would always make sure you had your glasses when driving now. When Hongjoong didn't ride with you, you never bother putting on your glasses. “Y/n, your glasses put them on now.” he would remind you. That's one reason he bought the glasses chains. That way, your glasses were around your neck at all times, so you would remember to wear them, especially when driving, but most times you would forget they were even there. “Geez, okay, I'm putting them on. But I really don't need them.” You would say. “You really do.” he would tell you.

Yunho: He got matching couple glasses with you. It was just something he thought would be cute to do. That way, you wouldn't feel insecure or anything when you wore yours. Your glasses would randomly end up smudged with fingerprints and cleaning them yourself only made it worse. So You would always ask Yunho to clean them for you since he was so good at it. Wearing glasses took some getting used to and remembering to wear them when you got ready to drive was a thing you and Yunho had to go through each time you two got in the car. “You know what I'm going to tell you.” he would say. “Glasses... right...” but you never put them on and Yunho would have to fight with you to wear your glasses for your safety and his.

Mingi: You wearing glasses reminded Mingi of Clark Kent (superman) because to him it's like you took on a different identity when you wore them and when you didn't you were just Y/n without them. So yeah, he would tease you about it. Like some of his members, he always made sure you had your glasses, especially when you were cooking something you needed to read instructions. Then when it came to driving, you never wore them even though you should. Mingi hadn't noticed you weren't wearing them until you were already pulling into the parking lot of the store. “You drove this far without your glasses on?!” he freaked a little. You nodded. “Yeah...it's not a big deal.” He flicks your forehead saying. “Y/n, you know you're supposed to wear them when you're driving. Now put them on.” Unfortunately, you left your glasses somewhere you couldn't remember, but you didn't want to tell Mingi that.

Wooyoung: He bought you a cute little eyeglass holder to put your glasses on for when you aren't wearing them and that way you wouldn't misplace them, but sometimes you did. Wooyoung liked how the glasses added to your cuteness factor even when you thought you didn't look all that cute in them. He would take off-guard photos of you with your glasses. His favorite one was when you were in the middle of pushing your glasses up. Like San, if you fell asleep with your glasses on, Wooyoung would carefully try to take them off you without waking you up. Then when it came to driving, you never wore your glasses at all. You just forgot to put them on each time so when in the car with Wooyoung, he would be staring at you. “What?” you would say. “Aren't you forgetting the most important thing?” he would say. “No.” you would say. “Your glasses.” he would say. “Oh yeah, those things.” you would say.