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🫐 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 ( p1harmony )

❛ In which you undergo a profoundly personal transformation with the support of your doting boyfriend, Jongseob.

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 + trans boy reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 6 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Definitely at the very top of my favorite pieces I've worked on, it was so incredibly self-indulgent (I'm masc non-binary, for context). Am I the only one who gets insane gender envy whenever I look at him? Anyway, this piece was requested by my wonderful 🩷 Anon! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! Enjoy! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Y/N recently came out as a trans guy, Jongseob cuts your hair, non-sexual partial nudity, Jongseob helps you put on your new trans-tape, mentions of anxiety and relief, extremely soft fluff.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )

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Your formerly long hair lies scattered on the bathroom floor, a silent testament to the transformative act that has just taken place. The once familiar cascade of locks is now a mere memory, replaced by a new, lighter version of yourself. Your gaze meets the mirror, and you are confronted with an image that is almost foreign yet curiously comforting. There is something soothing about the new reflection, a symbol of change and renewal that resonates deeply within you.

Jongseob stands behind you, his presence a steady anchor amidst the sea of change. His eyes are soft with a mixture of care and concentration as his fingers navigate through your wet hair. He holds a pair of scissors with a gentle grip, every snip measured and deliberate. The usual meticulousness he brings to everything is evident in the way he trims your hair, his subtle anxiety betraying his desire for perfection. It’s clear he wants this moment to be as perfect for you as it is significant, his love and attention to detail blending seamlessly into his every movement.

On your bed, the brand new roll of trans tape he’d ordered online sits untouched in its packaging. It is a tangible reminder of the heartfelt surprise Jongseob prepared for you after you confided your greatest secret to him. The gesture, though seemingly small, carries a weight of emotional significance—a symbol of his unwavering support and the deep bond you both share. It is a testament to his understanding and acceptance, a touching affirmation of his commitment to stand by you through every step of your journey.

As Jongseob finishes the impromptu haircut, a grin spreads across his face, reflecting in the mirror. His hands gently scrunch up your freshly cut hair, molding it into soft curls that will dry into a new shape. The satisfaction in his expression is palpable, his pride in the results evident as he admires his handiwork. The moment is imbued with a sense of shared triumph and intimacy, a celebration of not just a physical transformation but the deepening of your relationship—a bond that has grown stronger through vulnerability and trust.

“What do you think?” Jongseob asks, his voice floating in from a realm that feels almost distant compared to the whirlwind of emotions you are experiencing. The question hangs in the air, mingling with the sound of your pounding heart, which feels as though it might escape from your chest at any moment. The change in your appearance, marked by the dramatic reduction in your hair's length, has an almost liberating effect. It feels as though a heavy burden has been lifted, replaced by a newfound lightness and freedom.

As you turn to face Jongseob, your face lights up with a smile that seems to stretch wider than you ever thought possible. It’s a genuine, unrestrained expression of joy and relief, radiating across your features with an intensity that is both beautiful and profound. The act of hugging Jongseob tightly becomes a physical manifestation of the immense gratitude and affection you feel for him. It’s a silent thank you wrapped in the warmth of your embrace, a way of conveying the depth of your emotional release and the significance of his support.

In that tight hug, you find solace and a shared moment of triumph, your new look symbolizing not just a change in appearance but a step towards embracing a truer version of yourself. Jongseob’s presence, so close and reassuring, anchors you in this moment of personal victory, making it all the more meaningful. The joy and relief you feel are mirrored in the closeness of your embrace, a tender affirmation of the bond that strengthens with each shared experience.

The remnants of your once long hair lie scattered across the bathroom tiles, a silent testament to the transformation that has just taken place. As you peel off your shirt, revealing your bare torso, you feel a sense of liberation. The act of shedding your clothes, like the shedding of your hair, symbolizes a deeper release, an embrace of your truest self.

Jongseob is absorbed in the task of unwrapping the trans tape, his voice a soothing murmur as he explains the proper way to use it. His words flow continuously, a gentle reminder of his care and dedication, but your focus drifts with each step he takes closer to you. The proximity of his presence is comforting, though it makes it hard to concentrate on anything but the fluttering emotions within you.

Every now and then, Jongseob steals a kiss on your cheeks and jaw, each touch tender and affectionate. The gentle press of his lips against your skin makes you giggle, the sound light and joyful. He carefully tapes the fabric onto your chest, his movements deliberate and attentive. You watch him through the full-length mirror you own, observing the way his expressions shift with concentration and care.

By the time Jongseob finishes his task, you are overwhelmed by a surge of emotion. The euphoric difference the tape makes is almost too much to contain, and you find yourself pushing back tears. The sight of your new appearance, paired with Jongseob’s loving attention, brings an intense wave of relief and happiness. The emotional weight of the moment is palpable, a mixture of joy and gratitude that touches the core of your being.

“You look so handsome,” Jongseob whispers into your ear, his breath warm and intimate against your skin. He stands behind you, his arms encircling your waist in a loving embrace. As you catch glimpses of him through the mirror, his eyes are alight with a depth of love and admiration that makes your heart flutter uncontrollably. The intensity of his gaze and the sincerity of his words make it impossible for you to maintain eye contact, and you find yourself looking away, overwhelmed by a soaring sense of joy.

Without waiting for a response, Jongseob moves towards your bed, where your carefully chosen outfit lies neatly. He picks up your brand new shirt with a sense of purpose, his movements smooth and deliberate. As he helps you put it on, the sight of your chest appearing flatter and more aligned with your true self fills you with an overwhelming emotion. The change is profound, and the reality of it tugs at your heartstrings, causing tears to well up uncontrollably.

Jongseob holds you close, his words a gentle, repetitive murmur that reassures you of his pride and admiration. “I’m so proud of you,” he repeats, each phrase infused with genuine affection. As he kisses the side of your head repeatedly, the touch of his lips is both soothing and affirming, reinforcing the bond you share and the significance of the moment. His tender embrace and heartfelt praise become a sanctuary, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and validation as you navigate the depth of your emotions.

As you finish dressing, you find yourself captivated by your new, masculine appearance. The reflection in the mirror reveals a transformation that feels both affirming and exhilarating. Your gaze is interrupted when Jongseob excuses himself into the bathroom, carrying his familiar backpack filled with spare clothes. The wait feels interminable, each minute stretching into what feels like an hour as anticipation builds.

When Jongseob finally emerges, the sight before you brings tears to your eyes all over again. His long blond hair has been styled into whimsical space-buns, adding a touch of playful charm to his look. He’s applied white mascara and a hint of blush, enhancing his features with a subtle yet striking glow. The pink sunglasses perched on his nose add a splash of color and fun. He wears a black and white striped sweater, its distressed holes lending it a well-loved, worn feel. Completing the ensemble is a long, flowy black skirt that swirls gracefully with each movement.

Jongseob’s grin is a mixture of excitement and nervousness, a reflection of his own emotional journey. As you take in his transformed appearance, you feel an overwhelming surge of affection and admiration. You rush to embrace him tightly, the hug conveying a depth of emotion that words alone cannot capture. “You look so beautiful,” you tell him, your voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

His cheeks flush with a rosy blush at your compliment, the effect of your words visibly touching him. The warmth of his blush and the radiance of his smile combine to create a moment of shared joy and mutual admiration. The connection between you is palpable, the exchange of affirmations deepening the bond you share and celebrating the beauty of each other's true selves.

With both of you ready, you set out for a nearby park, the anticipation of the evening adding a lightness to your steps. The park, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, provides a picturesque backdrop for your picnic. You find a cozy spot on the grass, spreading out your blanket and settling in.

As you begin to enjoy the picnic, the conversation flows effortlessly between you. There’s a natural ease in your dialogue, a comfortable rhythm that makes the moments feel both intimate and joyous. The simple pleasure of feeding each other blueberries becomes a delightful ritual, the small, sweet bursts of flavor adding to the sense of shared contentment.

The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the park. The soft light reflects off Jongseob’s face, highlighting his features with a gentle radiance. Each laugh and smile is amplified by the serene setting, the beauty of the moment enriched by the perfect harmony of your company and the tranquil surroundings.

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May I request a soft hour with soul where he sneaks in through readers window at night because her parents are strict and they like cuddle and just fluff from there.

Okay okay I love this one omg

Fluff! non idol Soul! Gender Neutral Reader!

You’re sitting in bed playing a game on your phone at like 11 pm on a Wednesday and you get a text from Shota

Immediately after sending that text, you hear tapping on your window, and of course

“Pleh! Pleh! Pleh!”

Getting out of bed you run to open your window. Seeing Shota standing on the porch roof just below your window.

“Missed me y/n?”

He says before lifting himself through your window into your room before closing it behind him.

“We literally went out on a date yesterday, what are you doing here? You know how my parents are they’ll kill you.”

he stands in front of you with his arms behind his back holding back his smirk leaning close to your face.

“I guess you don’t want to see what I brought you then?”

you cross your arms at him, looking your boyfriend up and down.

“Of course I want to see”

Shota takes his hands from behind his back shoving a Piplup plushie in front of you causing you to gasp softly immediately forgetting any reason why you could ever be scolding your boyfriend. walking forward inching you closer to your bed until you sit down and he sits next to you.

“Is this from the claw machine we played yesterday? That thing was totally rigged how’d you get it?”

You hug the plushie leaning back onto your bed while nuzzling into its face.

“I went back today and played it until I won it. since you wanted the piplup so bad”

you look up at him with a pout causing him to lay down next to you and kiss you on your nose.

“Doesn’t explain why you had to climb on top of my porch and into my room just to give to me”

Shota rolls his eyes turning to hover over your faces inches apart chest separated by the piplup plushie.

“I wanted to cuddle…I knew I wouldn’t be able to get you to sneak out to come see me so I came to see you”

scooting up from under him you move up to your pillows and get under the blankets leaving a spot for Shota.

“fine just take off your shoes before getting up here”

Shota makes a whispered squeal noise while taking off his shoes before crawling on all fours settling under the blankets into your arms head leaning on your shoulder wrapping his arms around your waist.

“don’t forget piplup”

you say placing the plushie between you and shota entangled in his embrace you find yourself drifting further and further to sleep.

never better than - choi jiung

sum : maybe you're just... never enough.

[ note : f!reader, angst and it's quite long. feeling inferiority (not to jiung), self insecurities, injury. ]

"really jiung?" you question him after holding him back from the group. "out of all people here, you really just gotta go and flirt with her? out of all of the people here?" when jiung didn't say anything, you know you're done here. "you're really an asshole jiung," just like that you left him and turn back around.

this hiking trip was something you've been looking forward to. what something was supposed to be a date between you and jiung quickly turned into a group hangout between your group of friends. you loved the idea of merging both of your group of friends and see no issues about this. clearly that was a mistake on your part.

few months into the relationship, you confided to jiung about one of your insecurities regarding one of your best friend.

you love your best friend. she never did anything bad to you. but it doesn't make the fact that everybody you have taken a liking to seems to like her more than you, any better. you have a feeling that it's because she is everything... more than you. softer, more feminine, more lady-like.

to put it in easy words, she is the definition of the woman every guy wants to bring home to meet their parents.

but she is a sweetheart through and through which made you feel stupider than you're already feeling. because she never tried to reciprocate all those guys advances even when she doesn't know about your crush towards them.

so when you first bring up this trip you thought that the outcome could be different.

jiung and you have been together for the past six month and although you've never officially introduce your friends to him but they know of each other. jiung had seen her picture and he never said anything. he never bothered to follow her accounts anywhere.

this is a relationship that you want to last a long time. you have deep adoration towards jiung and even if you don't know yet if you could call it love, it's definitely something close. it's just... you thought he would be different.

the few minutes in the meet up and it seems like jiung was already enamored by her. you realized he kept taking glances at her but you tried not to think negatively. it was all futile when he started leaving you behind to catch up to her.

only when you took a bad fall he finally came to your side, fussing about how you should watch out and be more careful. you felt sting on your left arm but your heart hurts more. do you have to be hurt for him to finally remember your existence? so you brush him off in annoyance, saying you're fine and that was all it took for him to leave you and went back to your friend.

you tried to focus after that but he's making it hard to. you can see how he really tried to start conversations with her but she kept ignoring him and kept moving away from him.

when you can no longer take it, you call out to him. he didn't look annoyed but he just probably kept it down so others won't see it. you tried to think of an excuses for his behavior but when it seems like he himself can't give you one, you just walk away from him.

the lone walk on the way down give you so much time to think. thinking about everything, about jiung, about your relationship, your feelings and most importantly your hurting left arm.

turns out, you fractured your left arm when you took that bad fall. the doctor said that you probably made it worse when you decided to drive yourself to the hospital. now you're sad, in pain and your arm in this ugly cast.

"make sure to not get it wet. try ask for someone to help you with everyday chore if you could and of course i'm going to tell you to be more careful after this."

when you walked out of the hospital, you feel empty. everything replay in your head. you wonder why it has to be you. why it has to be her, your own best friend. why, why and why you were always never enough.

the drive home was painstakingly slow. the walk into your home was numbing. you can no longer trust jiung with this relationship. it's inevitable that the breakup happened after today and the sooner you do it the better. it will give you more time to heal and move past this.

so you packed the few things jiung had in your apartment. including the little trinkets he had given you randomly, saying they reminded him of you. there is no point on keeping them after this when you're no longer going to be the one in his mind.

you haven't cry yet and honestly you don't know if you are able to right now. it doesn't feel real how just last night you guys were laying in bed thinking about where to go next week for your weekly date and now here you are packing his stuff because... well because, because he is smitten with your own best friend.

once you finished packing, you took pictures of his belongings outside of your door and sent them to him. 'we're done. all of your stuff are in here. i don't want to see you anymore,' and with that, you blocked him everywhere.

maybe, maybe one day. one day you will find a fitting man who will finally only have his eyes on you. a guy who's willing to give you the moon if you ask for it. a guy who's love is so overflowing all you had to do was smile at him and that will swept him off his feet. a guy who unfortunately cannot be jiung.

Aww, Look At You

WC: lil over 1k (maybe) ✨

A/N: had fun writing this, mean keeho is literally my weakness please come destroy me

🦋WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT🦋

Warnings: mean!keeho (kinda), degradation, petnames, p in v, name calling, unprotected sex (use protection y'all), female anatomy reader, very little plot, little bit slapping (f receiving), mdni, male whimpering, p1 hard thoughts, slight breeding link if you squint, slight overstim (f receiving)

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Con•de•scend•ing adjective having or showing a feeling of patronizing superiority.

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One of your least favorite traits of Keeho is how condescending he can be. He thinks he's so superior to you in every aspect of life. He just knows so much more, he's so much stronger than you, he's so much more funny, he is so empathetic, he's so tall. Sometimes, you swear if he claims to be better than you at one more thing, you'll actually kill him.

But, at the same time, how condescending he can be is one of your biggest attractions to him. It's part of his personality, and makes him so one-of-a-kind.

That's why you're on your hands and knees. Doggystyle on his bed for the third time that day, eyes scanning the back of your skull as his thick lips are pressing wet kisses to the shell of your ear and neck.

"God, look at how much of a mess you are," Your boyfriend practically purrs into your ear, his dick simultaneously hitting that spot in your walls that makes you see stars and pulls a filthy moan from your already sore throat. His thrusts were so fast and you swore you could've passed out on the spot from the pleasure.

"Princess was so chatty early, nothing to say now?" His mocking voice tickled a part of your brain that seemed rather neglected before, and you can't help but let out a pitiful gasp as his hips snap forward. Your gasp caused a cruel laugh from Keeho above you, but God if that didn't make you even wetter. Your hands fisted the white sheets that smelled like him and your head dropped between your shoulders, your mouth permanently open, spilling loud gasps and repeated 'ah ah ah's' that were music to Keeho's ears. He swears he needs to put your moans in a damn song someday.

Suddenly, his strong arm was wrapped around your belly and flipping you on your back causing a small yelp to leave you, and it only seconds before he was hiking your leg over his broad shoulder and was filling you to fucking brim again. The new angle hit deep, and your back left the bed in a deep arch that caused Keeho to moan above you.

"Fuck baby..." Keeho gasped, a shit-eating grin on his pretty face, his eyes locking on your fucked out face. His rough hand trails down your naked body and presses your sweaty body down to the bed, pinning you there. "You're swallowing this dick, huh? Can't get enough? Like a damn hah bitch in heat..." He pants, leaning closer to you, his breath hot on your face. His hand that isn't death gripping your hip comes up to your face and turns your head to look at him. He's a beautiful mess above you. Pretty cheeks dusted red, sweat glistening on his forehead and the back of his neck, eyebrows furrowed in determination, and his bottom lip tucked between his pretty pearly teeth.

"Answer me, baby." His voice is so sickly sweet as he breathes on you, but his hips are moving at such a brutal pace, and you can feel him so deep inside you... Seriously, it's making your brain go numb. His fingers grip our jaw tighter and his nose brushes yours. "I'm not gonna ask again." His punctuates his warning with sharp drilling of his hips that have you seeing literal fucking stars. You couldn't even remember his question, but you decided that Yes was the safest answer.

"Yes, yes God Kyo, please...." You babble out not even knowing what you're begging for, causing a laugh in form of a huff from the man above you. "Absolutely fucking brain dead from this dick." He's trying his best to sound put together and in control, but the whine in his words and the twitch of his thick cock burried in your walls betray him. He's so close, and you're right there too.

"Baby, baby baby, I'm so close~" You moan out, fingernails breaking into the pale skin of his back to try to come back to Earth with his dick drilling you into another solar system. Keeho acknowledged this warning with a small, light slap to your clit that sent a whole vibration through your aching body, and pulled another pathetic gasp from you. "Yeah? Gonna gimme it, cum on my cock like a slut? Fuck, go 'head babe... Sh-shit~... " He was panting and giving you the permission, his movements never stopped but his rhythm began to get sloppy. His hand let that smacked your aching clit went to draw circles on the sensitive bud instead, and that's all it took.

Your orgasm was like a whole tsunami that left your mouth open and your back arched, gushing onto his length that was still pounding into you, lewd squelches now filling the room. "Fuck, yeah jus' like that." Keeho was choking out praises, and his thrusts had lost all rhythm, just trying to get his release. "M'gonna fil this pussy up, hmm? O-oh fuck." Never have you heard a man's whimpers as pretty as Keeho's, and they fled his swollen lips as he twitched consistently inside you. The overstimulation was getting to be too much, causing a whine of his name to leave your lips and that's all it took to send him over the edge with a gasping moan that was heaven sent.

"Fuck." Keeho gasped out as he settled his weight on top of you. Y'all laid there for a few minutes, sweating and panting before he looked back up at you with a terrible smile.

"You look like you could go again."  He mutters, leaving a trail of bruising kisses to your jaw, neck and shoulder, his veiny cock already hardening within your spent walls that were painted with him.

His stamina was something to be admired for sure, you thought to yourself as you let him flip you over again.