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ii. butterflies — choi soobin

synopsis. you’d never understood it before. the shy glances, whispered words of affection, traded glances that only you two were privy to understanding. then, a blue boy had waltzed into your life, drawing you in with his warm eyes, his wide smile, his sweet laugh, his cool gaze—his everything. butterflies had bloomed in your chest, and you’d let them, even though you’d known they’d eventually be ripped out. leaving you with a gaping hole where your heart used to be.

pairing(s). choi soobin x gender-neutral!reader ft. soobin x karina & (mentions of) soobin x yeonjun

genre(s). angst, coming-of-age, drama, (minor) fluff, highschool au, romance.

warnings. alcohol consumption, allusions to cheating, cheating, mentions of blood & gore, partying, underage drinking. rated PG 15.

word count. 3.2k (3227)

taglist. @yeonyeonyeonjun​​ if you’d like to be tagged in each part when i post them, feel free to send me an ask or dm me!!

listen to! odds, NIKI ⭑ so much better, tinashe ⭑ you right, doja cat ⭑ fool for you, snoh aelegra ⭑ cherry, rina sawayama

notes. the second part of heartbreak haven AAAAAAAAAA!!! imo this is the most angst-filled part (for almost everyone involved), but it also explains a lot of went unexplained in the last part. sorry gyu but this series rlly is just a soobin, yeonjun, y/n love triangle and he’s the guy just happy to be involved LOL but we’ll got more into that in his part i would say i hope you guys enjoy, but it’s not exactly the easiest thing to enjoy, so i hope you at least have fun reading it! ♡♡

What did it take to fall in love?

Was it a momentary glance? The stars’ alignment? Prettily strung-together words? Or, was it much more than that? More difficult than that? (More sinister than that?)

Until you’d met Choi Soobin, that question was a rhetorical one—not because it couldn’t be answered, but because you’d thought you would never be able to answer it. Love had been the last thing on your mind—discarded and pushed to the deepest crevices of your brain—so you’d never thought such a silly, rhetorical question could've caused you so much pain.

(Oh, boy, how it could.)

The butterflies in your chest fluttered to life, for the very first time, when you locked eyes with Soobin.

His eyes were pools—dark, dark, dark pools. There were rings and layers to the velvety chocolate in his eyes, lined by sweet caramel dripping with love (lies!). His pupils, so dark and so wide, blended in with the deep pool—hiding to serve as the final prize. As the corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly, and his pupils grew, you realised you wanted to swim in those pools. Drown in them, if he would let you. Die in them.

The butterflies, flapping their wings tenderly, gently—like the love blossoming in you was so fragile it could break (it could, and would, for it was more fragile than the daintiest of glasses)—agreed.

Tearing your eyes away from him and back to your teacher, you liked to imagine the flutter the butterflies’ wings made was a song specially crafted for you. A song that would ring in your ears, caress his, and tie you two together with a knot.

The thought, so silly and so lovestruck, brought a grin to your face—one that didn’t go unnoticed by three pairs of eyes.

The next time you saw Soobin, the butterflies beat their wings faster.

It was early October, still warm in the morning with a slight breeze every so often, so your gym class was held outside—something that most people didn’t enjoy. Nothing was flattering, nor gracious, about running laps under the beating sun, with only a flimsy gust of wind to cool you down.

But, he managed to make that class look so graceful—like he was floating on clouds. The sun’s harsh rays, that wore everyone else out, complimented his cream skin and made him gleam. The few gusts always managed to catch his nape, sending a brief breeze down his sweaty neck. Even the sweat (the salty tears! The salty tears, planted by those before you, that you failed to notice) beading on his forehead and jaw accentuated those areas, sculpting him like he was made by Aphrodite herself. Maybe he was. Maybe he was a Greek god in disguise, choosing to dwell among mere mortals to bless you all with his ethereal looks.

I’m definitely being blessed, you thought, as you finished a lap around the track and he sent a suave wink your way. The butterflies, agreeing, challenged your heart to see who could beat faster.

The race was tight, but as he slowed down his pace to match yours, your heart won—screaming from the effort.

“Hi,” he said, wiping away at sweat and grinning, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I’m Soobin.”

For a second, the butterflies faltered. Had he not noticed it—the cocooning in your chests the moment you two locked eyes? Or, had the caterpillars only crawled into your chest, gnawing away at your flesh, till they found a home there? (Was his chest not warm enough for caterpillars to cocoon, was the question you failed to wonder—failed to ask.)

Then, his grin widened, eyes crinkling like they had before and none of that mattered.

“_____,” you mumbled out, suddenly as nervous as a schoolchild talking to their crush and as tongue-tied.

“_____,” he repeated, singing every syllable like your name was the prettiest song, “Nice to meet you, _____.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you singsonged back, a slow smile stretching your lips.

(It—him, the butterflies, the beginning of what was about to come—was not nice. But, how could you have known?)

He stretched out his hand toward you, a wide grin on his face. A crease formed between your brows, and you shook your head.

“Wanna compare hand sizes?” he asked, giggling a bit at his own question. “I know it’s really cheesy, but—"

“Don’t worry about it, Soobin,” you cut him off, a laugh of your own tumbling past your lips. “I get it.”

You didn’t. You truly didn’t. But, his eyes, his smile, his entire being had a hold on you that you couldn’t explain. All you knew was you were willing to give this boy your entire heart, even if it meant never getting it back again.

So, what was the deal with giving him your hand?

As he put his hand against yours, you could feel every ridge of his palm. There were rough callouses on his flesh, probably from his time spent playing basketball for the school team, but they felt smooth to you. His hand, large and warm, squeezed yours—sending the butterflies dancing and soaring, breaking out of your chest and into a tiny nook in your heart.

Your heart felt like a chrysalis. With every stray glance, whispered conversation, and shy laugh, it beat and rustled, as the butterflies shifted inside—itching to be let out. It stung, sent a bone-deep ache through your body, but you loved it. The ache was a reminder of your love, after all.

There was a time the chrysalis almost shattered, a time you almost lost your heart.

“Choi Yeonjun?” Soobin’s eyebrows narrowed, a wary expression on his face. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him… Why?”

You only studied his guarded features for a second (you should’ve studied them longer, dissected them till you found the answer), before smiling cautiously. “He’s my best friend. I promised to introduce him to the guy I‘ve been ditching him for.”

He laughed his warm, rich laugh that you loved so much (but you didn’t notice the strain in this particular time). An eyebrow raised, he leaned across his centre console. “_____,” he singsonged, the way he always did, “You’ve been ditching him for me? Tsk, tsk.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t mean it. You never did. “He’s been wanting to meet you, since I’ve only called you ‘blue boy.’”

Soobin’s laughter ceased slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Blue boy?”

Closing the distance between you two, you ruffled his dark blue hair. (you didn’t notice the note of discomfort on his face as) You smiled brightly. “Yeah, it’s a cute, little nickname I gave you. ‘Suits you perfectly.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, quietly and hollowly, “But, I’m the only boy with blue hair in our school. I’m pretty sure Yeonjun knows who I am already.”

You snorted, giving his nose a little boop before moving away—butterflies hammering away in your heart, the chrysalis, all the while. “Well, you’re not the only blue-haired boy I know. I could be talking about anyone, for all he knows.”

He nodded, but his gaze was growing distant—flickering towards his rearview mirror. “So, when do you want us to meet? I’m not free this afternoon. Jimin has an important recital she wants me to attend.”

At the mention of his girlfriend, the butterflies ceased their flapping and your heart almost dropped into your stomach.

You’d known, from the second you two locked eyes till now, that he had a girlfriend. Yoo Jimin, a kind and cheerful brunette who mostly kept to herself, was dating Choi Soobin, star of your school’s basketball team. In theory, the couple didn’t make sense. How could someone who kept to herself date such an outgoing and popular guy? But, watching the way she doted on him and the way he smiled the widest around her, you knew there was no space for anyone else in either of their hearts.

(It was no wonder the butterflies were only in your heart.)

The chrysalis was struggling to stay intact, but you urged your heart to hold on—to not give up on your butterflies, just yet. (Would things have turned out differently, if you’d let them just die?) “Right, Jimin’s recital. I, I’ll, uh, ask Yeonjun when he’s free. Then, we can arrange something. Jimin can come too, if you want.”

(Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea.)

He smiled, an uneasy one that mirrored how you were feeling. “Sur—”

And then, the bell went off and you two were whisked away from each other again, back into your usual routines.

A hard shell grew around your chrysalis.

Mentions of Soobin made the butterflies sing a song with their wings and shield themselves from whatever words were uttered at the same time. The sight of Jimin slowed their wings, almost to a complete standstill, while the vines holding the chrysalis intertwined with your lungs. Any time Soobin and Yeonjun were within the same vicinity, you would seize up, the butterflies crawling up your throat until you could taste their velvety wings and nothing else.

It hurt, guarding your love for Soobin and burying it deep down inside, but you couldn’t think of any other way to preserve it.

(Maybe you shouldn’t have.)

The only times you could break down the shell, bare your love in its purest form, was when it was you and him alone. You would hide your love in the curve of your smile, tucking it in the folds carefully so he—and, he alone—was the only one who saw it. Many times, between exchanged glances, you would confess your love over and over again—the words bleeding from your eyes. To others, your lips were straight, expressionless and empty. But, to him, they were constantly moving, twisting, to sing a song of your effervescent love.

(Sometimes, you wondered if he even received your love—if he let you undress it before him, in the first place.)

So, your chrysalis’s shell nearly melted when, one late night shift, Yeonjun asked, “Since when were you and Soobin friends?”

Blue Diner was empty, it almost always was once the moon was high up in the sky, save for you, Yeonjun, and your coworker in the back. Yet, still, Yeonjun’s words managed to shock you so much that you lost count of the money in your hand, groaning before you started all over again.

“Twenty-two thousand, twenty-three thousand—”

“_____?” he asked again, eyebrows raised, “If you don’t want to answer, don’t. But, don’t pretend I didn’t say anything. Please.”

Your eyes flickered between him and the money in your hand. Putting it aside, you rested your chin on the cash register. “I wasn’t pretending you didn’t say anything… I, I just didn’t know how to answer. It’s a bit complicated.”

He nodded, veiling his eyes before you could figure out what the disappointment in his eyes meant.

“To be honest… I don’t know how it started,” you shrugged, a smile stretching your lips without you even realising it, “It’s kinda like us. One day, we’re strangers, and then the next, we’re closer than ever. Like… magic almost. A magical bond.”

“A magical bond?” he whispered sardonically, more to himself than you. He could already feel the bitterness seeping into his heart, something he told himself he wouldn’t allow to happen. Yeonjun cleared his throat and asked, despite the obvious answer in your eyes, “You don’t… you don’t have feelings for him, right?”

“What?” Again, his question caught you off guard, stealing your breath from you for a moment. Your chest expanded with every passing moment, giving the butterflies room to panic around in your heart, until you couldn’t take it anymore. Letting go of the breath you were holding in, you collapsed your lungs, sending the butterflies into a temporary state of orderliness. “No, no. He has a girlfriend, come on.”

“If he didn’t though?”

Your eyes, which were focused on the register, slowly met Yeonjun’s. Like always, it was hard to decipher what was in his eyes. All you could make out was a warning, and the deep sorrow he always carried around with him.

What was he warning you about? (Why didn’t you listen?)

“I… I don’t. Him having a girlfriend doesn’t affect that.” You smiled through your lie—such a feeble one, that you knew both of you could see through.

But, as he sighed deeply, it was easy for you to pretend he didn’t know the truth. That he couldn’t see the love practically dancing in your irises. And, it was easy for him to pretend he didn’t know the truth. That he couldn’t feel the faint flutter of butterfly wings in his own chest.

The butterflies were growing tired of your heart. They wanted to fly, to soar, to explore the skies. But, behind a shell, and a chrysalis so weak and tender, you kept them hidden away. And, as time went on, they grew restless and impatient.

They needed to be let out.

(And, they would be.)

One day, Soobin offered them the release they so desperately wanted. With a smile you hadn’t seen before, eyes that’d previously been reserved for Jimin and Jimin only, he asked you if you needed a ride home.

“What about Jimin?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder like she was there right behind you—tutting at your eagerness to see her boyfriend. “Don’t you usually drive her home?”

His smile widened. “Don’t worry about her.”

(You should’ve. Should’ve worried so much about her. But, you trusted Soobin.) Nodding once, you whispered back, “Sure. Walk me there from my last class? It’s World History with Mr. Jeon.”

“Mhm.” You weren’t sure, but as you stared at his smile again, there was a glimpse of the love you’d given him hidden in his smile’s curve. The butterflies beat their wings faster at that. They were ready to soar.

And, later, in the backseat of his car, they soared. (Oh, they soared alright.)

Soobin leaned in close to you, thumb dangerously close to your lips, and whispered, “You know, since I first saw you in that class, I liked you. ‘Couldn’t get you off my mind.”

Your breath hitched, the butterflies fluttered at an alarming speed, and you couldn’t take your eyes off his lips. Cupping the side of his face, you asked, “But, what about Jimin? I… This is wrong. You’re hurt—”

“I told you not to worry about her,” he smiled a reassuring smile, holding the hand on your jaw, “We broke up. To be honest, our relationship wasn’t doing well for a long time. Even before you entered the picture. We were telling ourselves we still loved each other when that was the furthest thing from the truth. I let go of her because… the person I really love is you. I love you, _____.”

All at once, your lungs filled with air once again, and the butterflies tore out of your chrysalis your lungs, your being. They danced around you, their wings flapping like they’d never before, as you whispered your confession back to Soobin. Wide smiles stretched your lips, he whispered soft words in your ear, and then he kissed you. Soobin kissed you, slow and steady, to the tune of the butterflies’ wings. And, though, there was a hole where your heart used to be, you were happier than you’d ever been.

(You didn’t know that happiness came at a price—a heavy price.)

You didn’t have to worry about the butterflies anymore. They were out of your chest, soaring out in the open for everyone to see, just like they’d wanted.

In your chest, there was a huge hole, a torn mass of flesh and blood that used to house them, but every one of Soobin’s kisses stitched a piece of it back together.

Soobin’s kisses were a remedy. He kissed you between classes, in empty hallways no one could spot you two in. He kissed you in his car during lunch, teasing you about how flustered you would get. He kissed your knuckles when no one was watching, smiling at you as he did so. Your forehead, your cheeks, the spots behind your ears—there was almost nowhere Soobin didn’t kiss.

(You didn’t know he sucked a bit of life out of you with every pepper of his kisses.)

And, just as they remedied you, they hurt you as well.

One October morning, when the air was damp but the sun wasn’t shining, Soobin pulled you aside to kiss you before one of your classes. It was chaste, yet filled with so much love. So much love that you didn’t notice someone was watching you two, till he was ripped away from you.

A teary Jimin glanced between you two, lips wobbling. As your eyes focused on her, she set her lip into a grim, straight line and wiped the lone tear that escaped her eye. “What the fuck? What’s going on here?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Again?” Slowly, another tear slid down Jimin’s cheek and this time she didn’t bother wiping it away. She turned away from you, anger growing in the depths of her eyes. “You told me last time was a mistake, Bin! That he kissed you!”

If you still had a heart, you were sure it would’ve fallen into the depths of your stomach. But, you didn’t. So, you could only stand there, paralysed, as Soobin refused to look into either of your eyes.

“Jimin, I can explain. _____ kissed—”

“Shut up!” All you could see was her back, but you could feel the waves of anger rippling off from her. “You can’t fool me this time, Soobin. I, I talked to him the other day—can you believe it? I never thought I’d say that.”

Soobin’s eyes widened, and—for the first time—you felt a different, darker type of fluttering within you at the sight.

He stuttered out, “W-wait, Jimin, don’t—”

“And, you know what he… your ‘friend’ told me?” Jimin turned back to you, her eyes red and her face flushed. “He saw you two kissing in the back of your car last week!”

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t. The chrysalis’ vines had left punctures in your lungs, the butterflies had filled your throat with mush, and your heart was no longer. Was this—this toe-curling, stomach-fluttering—feeling heartbreak? But, how could your heart break when it wasn’t there to begin with?

Tears pricked your eyes, as you touched your lips—the lips Soobin had kissed. “You,” your voice broke halfway through, tears and butterfly fluid choking you up, “y-you lied to me? You never broke up with Jimin?”

Soobin’s eyes landed on yours, pleading—and, though you hated to admit it, you wanted to forgive him—and wide. But, they didn’t stay on yours. They flickered back to Jimin’s, just as pleading and as wide too.

“_____, Jimin, I’m—”

You had had enough.

Wiping away at the tears dotting your cheeks, you turned your back on Soobin and extended a hand in Jimin’s direction. You’d never thought you would be here, picking Jimin over Soobin, but here you were. She accepted your hand, throwing one last glare in her boyfriend’s—ex-boyfriend’s—direction before attempting a smile at you.

And, as you two walked off together, tears still streaming down your faces, you knew you would never be able to feel those butterflies again.

i. autumn breeze | iii. blushed cheeks & burned hearts

copyright 2022 soobisms, all rights reserved. no translations or reposts of any form allowed.

[5.34 PM]

You’d never noticed it before, but Soobin’s skin was soft—softer than anything else you’d touched. Sure, you had pinched his cheeks or playfully swatted them, but you’d never had the opportunity to touch and caress them like you were now.

Soobin cleared his throat. “Are you almost done? I really want to see what I look like.”

Without realising, your eyes had flitted to his lips the second he’d started talking; they were plump and red, stained with the colour of the lip tint you’d applied moments prior. It took a lot for you to pull your eyes from them.

“Uh, almost. ‘Just checking that your base is perfect.” The lie slipped past your lips easily. You’d finished the second you’d applied the lip tint. You just wanted a few more moments to look at Soobin’s face up close and cup his face, even pretend you two were something more than what you currently were—friends.

You cupped his face with one hand, angling it towards you as he peered at you through his lashes. He leaned into your touch, a slow smile pulling at the corner of his lips, and you had to stop yourself from leaning in and planting a kiss on his lips.

Butterflies in your stomach and your heart pounding out of your chest, you smiled and uttered, “All done. You look so pretty.”

He smiled and cupped your face in one, swift movement. Your heart skipped a beat. “Not as pretty as you do.”

Your heart stopped. Choi Soobin would be the death of you.

slutty soobin arms and chest…

(bulge kink, creampie kink, unprotected, marking, messy, slight spit kink, dumbification kink, minors dni + nsfw !!)

burying your face into needy!soobin’s neck, unable to muffle the loud moan as his length fills you up so full, pretty cunny all stretched out around the thick base of his shaft, whimpering n panting his name as your walls clench around his cock so tightly, pussy folds burning with the stretch n get so pleasured at the full feeling,,, and needy!soobin, buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, groaning as his hips buck up into yours unintentionally, sloppy and uncontrolled as his big hands senselessly grope at your curves, because he’s so big,,, grabbing at the bulge in your tummy, so absentminded and dazed with lust as he feels himself, so deep inside you, all the way,,, resisting all his urges to fuck you senseless on his cock, use your hole as a cute cocksleeve,,, but fuck, it feels so good…

and needy!soobin, cock slamming into your tight cunt as his big hands grab your hip, thrusting into your sopping pussy without restraint, cute tits bouncing with his messy movements, lifting your waist only to roughly slam your cunt down,,, and only more encouraged to use your pretty cunny when you cry and gasp at the rough pace of his strokes, sloppy kisses to your neck, pussy feels so good wrapped around him so tightly,,, and soobin who doesn’t ask for permission, shoving you down as he roughly fucks himself through his high, hot spurts of cum costing your pussy inside and out,,, white seeping out around his cock,,, and needy soobin who’s barely softened, so pretty lover of his, spread wider and let him fuck you n your pretty pussy like his own toy~?

and too lazy to strip,,, loose shirt hanging down as soobin fills you up again n again,,, because he wants some pretty marks later, when ur all fucked out and dumb on his cock, so pretty and obedient when you suck sloppy marks on his skin while cockwarming <3 lips coated in saliva and tongue about to kill out, shhh,,, he’s into messy make outs when you’re all dumbed out n incoherent n so so so pretty all because of him n his massive dick, pretty pussy folds still wrapped around him until soobin decides his seed stays without him to… keep it in.

this is stressed writing quality um

If you're still taking requests, may I request sub!txt any of the members because I love all of them, one member riding my strap and another on my face. ❤️

Hi anon! Thank you for the request, I’m very glad! I hope you don’t be bothered that I made the two imagines separately. I’ll post this one first, and when possible, I’ll post the other part. Hope you like it tho!

Also, English is not my first language, so I’m very sorry for any mistake.

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Sub!Soobin x Afab!reader

use of strap, implied punishment, bit of noona kink

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“Take it, baby”.

Some would call you cruel, but you knew that you had to do that. Soobin thought that every single misbehave could be taken aside every time he’d flutter his long lashes, his bunny like smile would make you step back with the decision of putting him back into his place. To be fair, most of the days it worked.

But not today.

He was just too ingenue to worry about later when he was focused into palming your crotch under the table at the dinner his dad invited you two; the worst is that his sister noticed that something was going on since you couldn’t stop blushing and side eyeing him.

Now in his old bedroom, after a way too long (for him) scolding, and after making him gag in your strap as silent as he could, you put him to work; he was riding your strap with no help at all, just having you holding his wrists firmly with one hand in front of his body and, with the other hand, tugging his hair with everything but gentleness, giving you free way to his neck, sucking and licking and biting, purposely marking him.

“No-noona, please! Help me cum please!” poor thing was trying to quiet down his sobbing, on verge of cumming, but it was still not enough since his legs are now trembling and giving up, making him stop to rest a bit, frustrated for interrupting his own pleasure.

“They will hear you, Soobin” you remind him “I suggest you shut up and take it like the bitch you proved to be earlier”. You squeezed his wrists more when he tried to bring it to his forgotten dripping cock.

“I’m too tired, I can-cant take it anymore, please!” as he wasn’t done with his whining, tears streamed down his pink cheeks.

“Color?” You and Soobin used the traffic lights system for each other security and wellbeing, a deal you two settled to know and recognize boundaries after a very extended talk.

After thinking for a bit, biting his lip all the time, the younger looked up at you again with glossy eyes.

“Green” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you sure? We can stop here” only for him to respond “No! I…I want it”.

With a smirk, the hand that was in his hair is now on his sensible dick, giving a few slow strokes, and with the hand that was in his hair, you gave him two taps in his thigh “that’s the only help you’ll get from me. Now, you can continue”.

The new stimulation helped a lot, to be honest. Riding back and forth with revigorated strength, Soobin was finally able to cum hard against your belly, chest and even his own chest, covering his moans and whines in your shoulder, biting forcefully, making you sigh and your breath hitches.

You take your strap out of him, hearing his muffled whines. Still with his trembling body above you, you managed to take of your strap and throw it on the empty laundry basket in the corner of the room to be cleaned later.

Laying on the bed with him above you, you kissed him all over the face. “You did well baby, take it so well for me. Now, I need to give you a bath, don’t I?

“No. Tomorrow.”

“Soobin, you need a bath, love”

“Tomorrow”

Hearing his tired voice, you gave up eventually with a sigh.

“You won this time. Good night, love.” With a little and exhausted smile, Soobin was already fast asleep just as you.

warnings! not proof read, all lowercase if that annoys you, soobin being a doobin (he's in denial that he likes you)

pairing! student!soobin x student!reader

a/n! should I write more to this ? I was trying to take notes for my class and tell me why the textbook does not have anything noteworthy in it??? it says a whole lot of nothing

soobin doesn’t care, he swears he doesnt but he can't help himself. he can't help how he sees you carrying boxes for a teacher and immediately moves to help you. he can't help but to get the tissue box and pretend to need it while bringing it over to you because he sees you with a runny nose. he can't help but to get an extra water/snack and secretly put it on your desk while you're out of the classroom.

but he doesn't care. he keeps telling himself he doesn't care when he sees you laughing with some other guy because why would he? you two aren't dating. you're just classmates who happen to be sort of friends. the kind of friends that talk to each other when they're seated close enough and hangout but only in a group with other friends even though you two really only talk to each other. but whatever, you're just over there shyly smiling at this guy when you could be with soobin, smiling at him not this rando but he doesn't care, right?

soobin tells himself he doesn't care while he storms up to you and asks if you understood today's lesson because he "doesn't get it" when you smile and tell him you can explain it to him, he can't stop his triumphant smile from painting his lips while you two walk away so you can "teach him" even if the information you tell him is completely wrong

maybe he does care, just a little bit

(the guy you were talking to was teasing you about how much you like soobin)

ʜᴇ's sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴘᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ — вeoмgyυ & ѕooвιn | тхт |

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ;; ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀᴏᴜs ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ.

ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴏʙɪɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ɢɪʀʟ.

I ran laughing from the kitchen to the bedroom, Beomgyu chasing me with the threat of tickling me.

—Please, please stop!—. I was gasping for air, both from physical exertion and laughter. Gyu had a mocking look on his face, his intention was clear. To get to the room and start a different game.

— Baby, you're not going to save yourself this time.—

He increased his pace towards me, I had no escape. I let out a laugh when I saw him pounce and felt him pin me against the wall. I turned around in his arms and smiled tenderly at him, when he was looking for what he wanted he could act very playful. He responded to my smile with a kiss.

He pulled away a little to attack my lips more deeply. His hands traveled straight to my waist, right to the hem of my blouse. The temperature was getting hotter and hotter.

A knock in the living room caused us to break apart abruptly, the jingle of keys and the sound of plastic bags began to fill the emptiness of the flat.

—You'd better stop right now and come and eat, I don't want any trouble today, it was a good day.— Soobin's voice came from across the long hallway. Beomgyu didn't move at all and started leaving little kisses on my neck.

— Yah, Choi Beomgyu I don't want to go after you, leave my girl now!—.

The second guy was standing at the end of the hallway with both hands on his hips, staring at Gyu's back, not willing to leave us alone for another second. I laughed as I slipped out of Beomgyu's arms to walk over and plant a small kiss on Soobin's lips.

—Sourpuss, he's such a party pooper. Why did he have to arrive just now?—. Beomgyu's complaints continued to be heard as we shared the table.

Knowledge Addict

Loverboy!Soobin x Workaholic!reader

warnings: none i can think of

word count: 0.2k (270)

note: listen to Knowledge Addict by Sion while reading😁

“You know what, I think I'm addicted to loving you.”

You’ve always wanted a clingy boyfriend. One that if he could, he would LIVE in your skin. That’s exactly the type Soobin was. You found it cute. The small protests and whines whenever you pulled your hand away for a second, the way he caressed your hand with his thumb, the small kisses he would give your cheek and forehead. It was endearing.

“Soob, I know you want to be in my skin if possible but I really need to finish this editing.” You had been working on your final and it was truly starting to stress you out. Soobin could notice it, hell EVERYONE noticed. He had made it his personal mission to make you feel better. “You’ve been staring at the screen all day. Your final looks perfect, hand out with your perfect boyfriend.” He whined, placing small kisses all over your face. “Soon soon I just need to fix this one thing.” That was a lie, there were several things you needed and wanted to fix. “____ come on, you know that's a lie. Take a break.” Before you could answer, Soobin took your laptop off your lap and saved your progress before closing it. “Now, let me take care of my baby.” You couldn’t even protest as he quickly pulled you on top of him, cupping your cheeks.

“You know what, I think I'm addicted to loving you. It’s painfully beautiful how much I love you.” You were at a loss of words but listening to him warmed your heart. “I love you too Soob. Loving you makes me want to know you more and more.”

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