#atzinc
Pairing: Yunho x Reader
Word count: 1.2k
Genre: Fluff | College shenanigans
Summary: You’re used to Yunho’s antics by now as he bugs you in the middle of the night to find something to do. This could include driving to the middle of nowhere with makeshift molotovs (that you make sure to clean up after the fire’s down) or decided to fly out in the middle of your assignment season.
Warnings: Yunho makes a gross joke about his balls
[2:43]
Yuns:
Busy?
Your seemingly unwavering focus towards the screen of your laptop is torn when you hear the familiar ding of your phone. You can see the notification on the screen of the gadget for a moment before it blackens as it was a few seconds before.
Y/n:
A little bit
What’s up?
You honestly don’t know what to expect, but you know that it means Yunho’s bored. You’ve gotten used to him showing up at your dorm building or right outside your room in the middle of the night when he’s feeling antsy.
Usually, his presence ends up in the both of you driving to another state only to drive back when the sun starts rising. Either that or you’ll return to your room full from having McDonald’s, ice cream, or some other kind of food that you could find in the dead of night.
Yuns:
I’m coming to your room in five
I’m bored
Y/n:
Figured
I’ll leave the door unlocked
You move away from your desk to start preparing a bag. You decide against asking Yunho what he has in mind considering his decisions change as quickly as he has the ability to change his socks from the extensive collection of Adventure Time and animal themed socks that he has stored away in the bottom drawer of his closet.
Strange how you actually remember that.
You’ve always found it strange how you would remember all the little quirky things about Yunho.
He likes strawberry ice cream but only because of the way it looks and only if he gets blueberry sorbet right after because he likes the way it turns his tongue purple. He has a box filled with random rings that he never wears because he feels like they’re heavy, but he’s never told people to stop gifting them to him on his birthday only because he thinks it makes gifting easier for them.
Yunho can either drive for five hours straight or fifteen minutes only; nothing in between. He once went to America for a month and ended up sleeping on the streets because his friend who was supposed to house him had somehow ended up in prison, yet, Yunho came back ten times happier and a million times calmer than when before he left.
He also hates wearing the same themed socks because he once felt guilty when “Princess Bubblegum wasn’t put with her goth girlfriend Marceline” whenever he wears one of them, so he only wears them in couples.
The first time you noticed it, you hadn’t pointed it out. It wasn’t until the first year or so into your friendship that you had asked Yunho about it. The idea of his mismatched socks hadn’t even come as strange to you, you were honestly just curious.
He hadn’t found it strange either. Only laughed as he stretched his legs out to show them to you.
“I just don’t want them to feel bad, ya’know?”
“But they’re socks.”
“Yeah, but still.”
Yunho always had a few quirks that you found quite cute. The socks were one thing, but when you found out that he would eat his burgers flipped around so that the top bun would soak the sauce more than the bottom bun, you realised that he always had a sense of reason for everything.
You never questioned that one. It seems to make sense even now as you sit in his car with some fast food joint that was still open even at three a.m.
“Should we pick up Mingi?” you ask with a mouthful of fries.
“I doubt he’s awake,” Yunho snorts. “Last I spoke to him, he said he’s going into hibernation.”
“During finals week?”
“That’s what he wants.”
You laugh slightly as you sip on your iced coffee—courtesy of Yunho—as you think back to the last time you had seen Mingi. The man’s in the same course as you and Yunho, but you barely ever see him in class. He only ever shows up for the exams or whenever he needs to physically submit something, but other than that, Mingi’s almost like a ghost from the way you guys barely see him on campus.
“He’s looking into that whole prom thing,” Yunho adds. His giant hands scrunch up the wrapper of his big mac, stuffing it into the paper bag before he pulls out another burger that he begins to unwrap.
“There’s a prom?” you glance.
“It’s being held by the music club. Mingi’s either performing or getting a date to just hang out with for the night. They’re selling tickets right now in The Meadow.”
“Why the hell is it called The Meadow?” you scoff a laugh.
The Meadow is a spot on campus right outside of the cafeteria. It’s concrete-floored and more of an open-air courtyard than anything else, but the university had named it The Meadow and had decorated it with a bunch of trees and plants.
“Gotta find something fancy, I guess,” he chuckles.
“Yeah, but ‘The Meadow’…?”
“Haven’t we already learned to not question what the university decides?” Yunho gives you a knowing look that makes you roll your eyes with a smile tugging at your lips. “I’m too lazy to actually question half of the things that happen on campus. I have enough of that with that one guy from the volunteer club taking his pants off in the cafeteria for money.”
“At least he donated it.”
“His ass cheeks were hanging out and there was a bush hiding where his dick was supposed to be.”
“You can’t blame the man for not shaving his balls, Yuns,” you laugh.
“Hey, if I was him, I would’ve groomed the hell out of my sack. Get right in the folds and everything.”
“Dude!” Your hand flies to smack him on the shoulder while the other covers your mouth. “You’re disgusting.”
“It’s just a fact,” he giggles.
“Yeah, right,” you roll your eyes. “What’s the plan for Summer break?” you ask, quickly changing the topic to avoid Yunho making any more gross comments.
“I’m thinking of heading to the beach. Fly out to one of the tropical places and just camp there for a week or two,” Yunho shrugs. “Not much of a plan really… you know how I am.”
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now,” you tease.
“If I invited you to the Bora Bora in the middle of the night, would you come?”
“Who the fuck would decide ot go to Bora Bora in the middle of the night?”
“Answer the question, (Y/n),” he groans.
“I don’t know, man, it depends on how I’m feeling that day,” you shrug.
“What if I invited you right now?”
You pause in the middle of chewing and slowly turn to look at Yunho. He’s watching you curiously as he leans his arm against the car door, a suggesting look in his eyes.
“How long?”
“A week.”
“What about my assignments?”
“Cram them in right before the deadline or pay someone to do them.”
“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Jeong Yunho,” you claim with a warning tone.
“It’s a fun one,” he grins cheekily.
“When do we leave?”
“I bet I could find a ticket for two and an airBnB or a nice hotel pretty easily.”
“Okay.”
Yunho’s eyes widen and he gives you a slightly surprised look, “really?”
“Why not?” You eye him back with the same exact teasing look, but with more challenge in your eyes.
“Hell, let’s go then,” he concludes with a laugh while pulling his phone out from the centre console. “You’re a hundred percent sure?”
“Why the fuck not, dude? I’m here for a good time.”
“Alright then.”
Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader
Word count: 1043
Genre: Romance | Gang AU
Summary: Seonghwa would never get on his knees for anyone… but you’re not just anyone to him.
Warnings: Gang involvement | Gun involvement | Implications of cheating
[21:38]
As Seonghwa stands in front of you, you realise that now, with a gun in your hand and ten others being aimed right at his head, that he may just be way stupider than you had originally thought.
“I told you never to step foot in this building ever again,” you spit as your arms cross over your chest.
“And I told you that I’d never stop trying to get you back,” he argues without missing a beat. Seonghwa’s eyes remain glued to yours even when one of the many men in the room press the barrel of his gun to the back of his head.
“You’re so fucking dumb, Hwa,” you scoff. As much as you’d love to admit that he’s being extremely rash—which is completely unlike him—and also borderline suicidal with the way he had barged into your base without much of a plan and only a gun with fifty bullets, you can’t help but also see just how far Seonghwa would go just for you.
“It’s stupid and you know it is,” Seonghwa starts, “I told you that nothing in this world could keep me away from you and, for once, it feels like God is on my side.”
“God definitely wasn’t on your side when you decided to fuck Sex-on-legs from the bank, now was He?” you counter.
You’re a person who holds their ground well, stubborn almost, but Seonghwa knows you have every right to. And the fact that you never falter when you’re determined is what he loves the most about you.
This man has tens of thousands of men all over the world who are listening to his every command, waiting for any order that Seonghwa gives out. He’s definitely not stupid.
No, God no.
Seonghwa is smart and he knows he is. That man is powerful and he knows that he is. He also knows very well that he’s more handsome than most and that fact alone makes him want to vomit.
But you never cared about his status or his looks. You just liked the fact that Seonghwa cared about you enough to actually kill for you. You liked the fact that Seonghwa would do anything to make you feel loved and you liked the fact that you could trust Seonghwa not to fuck the next moving object just because he felt like it—you liked falling in love with him.
Every little thing you’d learn about him was just one more thing to love him for. He never failed to remind you just how much he loved you. He never failed to remind you just how safe you were in his arms. God forbid anyone tried to stand in his way because Seonghwa never failed to put a bullet in the skull of anyone who tried to hurt you. But from one boss to another, you knew that it just wasn’t safe for the both of you to be as in love as you were because love blinds you. Especially when Seonghwa was once one of the most wanted bachelors in the business.
And when you come home to Seonghwa begging you that he fucked up, it was a drunk accident and that he knowsthat there’s no way he can ever make up for it, you didn’t even argue. You didn’t even take your belongings. All you did was turn around and leave, sheltering yourself in your office for the night as you tried to gather your thoughts into a coherent mass in order to make a decision.
“Apologies will never make up for what I did to you, (Y/n),” he continues when you seem to be giving him time to speak. “And I know that I don’t deserve you, but god please. Give me one more chance.”
“How am I supposed to know that you won’t just do it again?” you raise an eyebrow.
“You have every right to shoot me in the balls if I do,” Seonghwa states. You stare at him for a moment. Breathing out slowly, you take a step closer towards him.
He’s a man of pride.
“Show me how much you love me, then.” It’s a simple order, but you know what extent Seonghwa would go to in order to prove anything to you.
Seonghwa’s expression falters for a moment, but he doesn’t hesitate to fall to the ground on his knees in front of you. His gun is slid to the other side of the room and under the boot of one of your own goons. You almost lose your composure right there at the sight of Seonghwa completely submitting himself to you in front of the people who follow your every word.
“I would never get on my knees for anyone else and you know that,” he says softly, “you know that I am a prideful man. I would never get on my knees for anything; even if it meant saving my people. But you’re everything to me, (Y/n). I would scrape my knees on the ground if that’s what it takes to love you. I would put myself in a burning building if it meant being able to hold you in my arms. Throw me around like a dog and I’ll still come back as loyal as ever, my love. I’d marry you right here, right now, if you’d let me.”
You feel yourself keening at his words. Seonghwa always knew exactly what to say; which is why you had actually made your decision long before he even stepped foot in your office.
“Get off of your knees,” you order, to which he complies instantly. “Never get on your knees for anyone ever again,” you scoff.
“Only for you, my dear,” he chuckles.
“I’m a fucking fool for this, aren’t I?” you sigh as you step even closer to take his hand. Seonghwa immediately wraps the other around your waist to pull you closer.
“I must be an absolute idiot for doing what I did to you then.” He raises your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll do better this time, (Y/n), I promise.”
“Try that again and I won’t hesitate to destroy your chances in having children.”
“I trust that you will.”
